A.N.- Sonnet and Hank tied for the sibling special, so here you go!

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Changing Will- Sonnet

                "Will, do you want to hold your sister?" Grace Duvet asked as she rocked the baby in her arms.

                Will shook his head, looking at his sister with jealousy in his eyes. Grace felt bad, since she knew she and her husband had been paying more attention to Sonnet than Will lately.

                She sat down next to the three year old and ran a hand through his hair. "Hold her, Will! She's your sister," she said with an encouraging smile.

                "No. I don't wanna," Will said, crossing his arms. "All she does is cry."

                "Well, she's a baby. You cried when you were a baby," Grace said. She kissed Will's head and pulled his arms open, gently placing Sonnet in his lap. She kept her arm on the baby so that Will didn't drop her.

                Will looked down at his sister as she laid in his arms. She blinked up at him, and reached a hand up, grabbing a tiny fistful of his T-shirt.

                "She loves you," Grace said with a smile.

                Will stubbornly kept his mouth shut, reluctant to admit how much he did like holding his sister. He couldn't help but a smile, though, as Sonnet began to make incoherent noises, grabbing at his shirt again.

                "All you do is cry," Will told her, and she giggled. Will hugged her a little, hating how much he did like the little brat.

                                                                                                ***

                "Will, what are you doing?" 7 year old Sonnet asked.

                "Working on a movie," 10 year old Will said. He was lying on the floor, papers spread out in front of him. He had written a messy script for a movie he wanted to make with his friends next weekend.

                "Can I be in it?" Sonnet asked, sitting next to him.

                "No. Go make your own movies, brat," Will said, scowling.

                "You're a jerk!" Sonnet said, punching his arm.

                "Ow! Don't hit!" Will said, glaring at her.

                "But you're a jerk," Sonnet said and hit him again.

                "I'm going to tell mom," Will threatened.

                "You're such a baby," Sonnet said. "I didn't even hit you hard!"

                "You can't be in my movie. So go away!" Will said.

                "But I want to be in it!" Sonnet said.

                Will scowled at her again. "No. Go away."

                "Why do you have to be so mean?!" she demanded, standing up angrily.

                "Why do you even want to be in it? You're such a brat!" Will said.

                "Because I think your movies are cool!" Sonnet snapped, and blushed. She hurried out of the room, eyes filling with tears. She made to call "Jerk!" over her shoulder as she left.

                Will frowned after her. She thought his movies were cool?

                He looked at the script he had written, and grabbed a blank sheet of paper, writing on it. He spent the next hour or so writing before standing up.

                He went to Sonnet's bedroom and knocked on the door, letting himself in. Sonnet was sitting on the floor playing with her dolls, and gave her brother a nasty look as he entered.

                "I was going over my script," Will said, holding up the new one he had written. "And I need one more girl." He glared. "But you don't get a big part. You have two lines."

                Sonnet brightened up. "Really? I can be in it?"

                "Uh-huh. Two lines," Will said sternly.

                "Good. I'd hate to steal the show," Sonnet said.

                "You're a brat," Will said.

                "You're a jerk," Sonnet said.

                The two both smiled a little, but then glared at each other, as if to remind the other that their sibling bond was a secret to be kept from the world. Will shut her door, and Sonnet smiled again, excited, and turned back to her dolls.

                                                                                                ***

                "You keep stealing my friends!" Sonnet said.

                "I do not! Ethan is my boyfriend!" Will said in annoyance.

                "Well quit hogging him! He's the only friend I have that's not oblivious!" Sonnet said.

                "Well he's the only boyfriend I have!" Will said.

                "Well he's annoying but he's not oblivious, so I want him back!"

                "Well he may be annoying but I like spending time with him, so you can't have him!"

                "Well he doesn't even like you!"

                "Well he definitely doesn't like you!"

                "He was my friend first!"

                "He's my damn boyfriend!"

                They crossed their arms, glaring at each other. Ethan had just left the house after the two had fought to claim time with him. Sonnet had been bored since Benji and Gideon were busy today, and Will had been stressed and wanted to be with Ethan. It had been a tug-of-war game for the scrawny boy.

                "You can't hog Ethan every time he comes over!" Sonnet finally said.

                "Neither can you!" Will said, scowling. "Bitch."

                "Fatass," Sonnet said. "I'm surprised you can even walk. You hog Ethan just to get laid 24/7."

                Will blushed, glaring. "We didn't even have sex! I had a stressful day and I just wanted to hang out with my boyfriend, you stupid bitch!"

                "Fine, whatever. Come up to my room tomorrow so that I can spend time with him too," she said, looking annoyed. But she knew Will had been extra stressed lately.

                "Fine," Will said. "But you're still a bitch."

                "And you're still a fatass jerk," Sonnet said, leaving the room.

                Will sat down on the couch, feeling a little relieved. He knew it would be good to get out of his room and spend time with Sonnet, Ethan, Benji, and Gideon. He smiled a little, and looked around to make sure he was alone as he did it. Always a secret, just meant to stay between him and Sonnet. He laid down, allowing himself to keep the smile there for just a little while longer.

Just A Spark- Hank

                "Be very careful with him, Hank. He's just a baby," Jill Snyder said as Hank sat with Rio in his lap.

                "I am careful, mommy!" Hank said. Rio's tiny body rested against Hank's. Hank had his arms around Rio securely, just the way his parents had taught him to hold the baby.

                "Your brother likes you a lot," Andy Snyder said, smiling as he watched his sons. Rio had snuggled himself against Hank.

                "I like him a lot," Hank said, kissing Rio's head.

                "Just wait until Rio gets bigger, Hank. Then you two can play together. You can teach Rio how to play Candy Land," Jill said.

                "I'll even let him win," Hank said eagerly.

                "That's nice of you," Andy said, ruffling Hank's hair.

                "I'll teach him a lot, daddy!" Hank promised.

                "I bet you will." Andy smiled even wider, glad Hank loved Rio so much. Hank smiled down at his brother and hugged him, kissing his head again.

                                                                                                ***

                "Rio, no!" 12 year old Hank said in alarm as the 8 year old moved towards the kitchen. He ran over, steadying Rio and stopped him. "You forgot your glasses again!"

                "I did?" Rio frowned and felt his face. "Oops."

                "I'll get them," Hank said. He hurried into Rio's bedroom, searching around until he found Rio's glasses. He brought them out, putting them on his brother's face. "You have to be more careful so you don't get hurt!"

                "I didn't mean to forget," Rio said with a frown.

                "Please try to remember," Hank said, remembering the time Rio had accidentally wandered into the road without his glasses on and nearly been hit by a car. Hank couldn't, and didn't want to, even imagine losing Rio.

                "M'kay," Rio said, sitting down at the breakfast table. "I'll try to remember, Hank!"

                Hank hugged Rio. "Thank you." He smiled at Rio. "How about I teach you how to make pancakes?"

                "Okay!" Rio said, getting up.

                The two got the stuff out and ended up making a mess of the kitchen, giggling as they did so. Hank taught Rio the best he could, and they laughed even harder as they wiped pancake batter on each other's noses.

                "Mom's gonna be mad," Rio said about an hour later. They were covered in batter.

                "We'll clean it up. We can put on your new CD while we clean," Hank said, grabbing a napkin and wiping at Rio's face with it.

                "Yay!" Rio cheered, throwing his arms around Hank.

                Hank hugged him back, smiling so wide it hurt his face. "I love you Rio!"

                "I love you too Hank," Rio said, nuzzling his head against Hank's chest, laughing as he got pancake batter on Hank's shirt.

                They laughed and smiled at each other. Feeling cheerful, they began to clean their kitchen together.

                                                                                                ***

                "Out of my way!" Hank snapped, shoving Rio out of the way.

                Rio staggered to the side. "Well, a please would make me more responsive."

                "Don't piss me off," Hank growled, sitting down at the kitchen table.

                "Whatever. I'm making breakfast. Want some?" Rio asked.

                "Yea," Hank said, putting his head down on the table. He had pushed the sleeves of his hoodie up, revealing his scarred and discolored arms. Rio wished he'd pull the sleeves down.

                Rio made them pancakes for breakfast and slid some to Hank, sitting across from him. Hank picked his head up and stared at the food.

                "They're pancakes. They're not poisonous, and I didn't spit in them," Rio said.

                "You suck at making food," Hank said, and took a bite.

                "I can feel the love." Rio began to eat, and was relieved when Hank pulled the sleeves of his hoodie down, hiding his arms from sight.

                They ate in awkward silence. Rio wasn't in the mood to get his ass kicked, so didn't bother trying to talk to his irritable brother. And Hank had his mind on drugs, like he always did.

                "Good talk," Rio said as Hank got up to leave.

                Hank glared at him, a hatred and coldness about him that hadn't been there just 8 years ago. Rio felt the darkness rising him, feeling the unfairness of it all. Of only get 14 years with a happy, loving brother before drugs ripped him away and replaced him with this cruel addict.

                Hank eyed Rio, fuzzy thoughts of a happy little boy flashing through his mind. Now he was looking at a dark, angry young boy.

                "The food was good. Maybe you don't suck at cooking so much," Hank said before leaving the room.

                "I learned from the best," Rio said with a sigh. He missed the old days more than anything, but at least he got these rare glimpses of the way his brother had been. He clung to those moments, and set his fork down, his appetite suddenly gone.