Not sure where this storyline is going to go, but whatever. This first part is from Dirk's POV, but the rest will mostly be Dave's, with a bit of Karkat's here and there. Pairings are DaveKat and DirkJake.

Dirk Strider was on his way home from a party that he had been DJ-ing at. He was a bit later than he expected, due to the fact that a couple of his friends had been too drunk to drive home. Deciding to be a responsible 18-year-old, he offered them a ride. He glanced at the clock as he pulled into the driveway of his house. 2:56 AM. His detour had taken almost half an hour. As he got out of the car, he decided not to bring his DJ equipment inside until later. He was too tired to bring it all in, not to mention the risk of waking his 2-year-old brother, Dave.

Dirk hopped up the front steps of the house and went inside. Something felt odd as he pushed the door open. It felt like it hadn't been closed properly. He just shrugged it off and started making his way to the living room. The TV was on, volume low, so someone was still awake. Dirk was about to enter the room, but something stopped him. It was a smell, something metallic.

'Blood? No, why would there be blood?' Dirk thought. He walked slowly into the room and moved around the couch.

The scene before him made Dirk want to throw up. Both of his parents were lying on the floor in pools of blood. He stood there, staring, for what felt like ages. Panicked, he tried to remember what he had been taught in the first aid course he had taken the year before. 'Breathing. Check for breathing.'

He did so on both of his parents, finding that neither of them were. After that, he couldn't remember anything else except for 'Call 911'.

He hadn't realized that he had started crying until the 911 operator told him to calm down and asked for his name.

"D-Dirk." He said.

"Okay, Dirk. What's going on?" The operator asked.

"It's... It's my parents... They... There's blood everywhere!" Dirk sobbed into the phone.

"Do you know what happened to them?" The operator asked calmly.

"No. I just got home and... Found them."

"Can you tell me where you are?"

"Five-fifty-three North Amkin Road."

"Alright, Dirk, paramedics and police are being sent to your location. Is there anyone else there with you?" The operator asked.

"Just me and... Oh, God! Dave!" Dirk dropped his cell phone onto the floor and raced up the stairs. "DAVE?!"

"Bwo?" He heard a small voice call out. Dirk ran into his brother's room, finding him alive and well, but crying. Dirk picked him up and hugged him close.

"Thank God you're okay." He whispered, trying to get Dave to stop crying.

He stayed upstairs with Dave until the sound of approaching sirens forced him back downstairs. His phone was still on the floor where he dropped it. He went to get it, after putting Dave on a chair in the kitchen.

Police and paramedics arrived minutes later. Dirk sat with Dave in his lap and answered questions from a police officer. Dave had fallen asleep, and Dirk wished that he could do the same, then wake up and find that the whole night was just a bad dream. He stared at Dave for a moment, then realized that the officer had just asked another question.

"Sorry, what was that?" Dirk asked the officer tiredly.

"I asked if you had anywhere you and your brother could stay for a while." She replied.

"Um... I think so." Dirk said, reaching for his cell phone.

The police officer left as Dirk dialled the first phone number that came into his head. It belonged to his boyfriend, Jake English. The phone seemed to ring forever before Jake picked up.

"Dirk, do you have any idea what time it is?" Jake asked sleepily.

"Y-yeah... Sorry... It's just..."

"Is something wrong? Are you okay?" Jake asked. He could hear it in Dirk's voice.

"Dave and I need a place to stay for a while." Dirk said quietly.

"Why? What happened?" Jake asked, fully awake now.

"Jake... Can you just come pick us up? Please?"

"Of course. I'll be there soon."

Dirk sighed as he hung up the phone, and looked at his baby brother sleeping on his lap. He stood up and went to find the police officer he had talked to.

"Do you have arrangements?" She asked.

"Yeah. My boyfriend is coming to pick us up." Dirk said. The officer nodded.

"Well, you should go pack a bag. Normally we wouldn't allow anything to be removed from the crime scene, but we're making an exception given your circumstances." She gestured to Dave.

Dirk headed upstairs to his room, placing Dave on his bed while he packed. He was about to leave and pack things from Dave's room, when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to find Jake standing there. Dirk dropped the backpack he was holding and flung his arms around Jake, sobbing into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," Jake said as he hugged Dirk tightly. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Dirk forced himself to stop crying.

"Have to get Dave's stuff..." Dirk muttered as he pulled out of the hug. He picked up the backpack again and walked down the hall to Dave's room.

Shortly after, they were on their way to Jake's house. Dave had stayed asleep the whole time, and Dirk was exhausted. Jake told him to go straight to bed, while he set Dave up in a room. Dirk's last thought before he fell asleep was 'what the fuck is going to happen to us?'

Suggestions for continuing are welcome. I half-planned on doing the next chapter (if there is one) pretty far in the future, like when Dave is in High School. And I know that Dirk is totally OOC, but come on, his family just died.