HI GUYS, Okay... I know it's been a while I'm so sorry. University is so stressful. 

BUTTTTT there is a part here and I hope you love it!!! 

I'm so sorry it took so long. 

Just so you know i have no idea what the joke is... i am 100% not a coder of any kind!

Please comment and tell me what you think- (or if there is any spelling mistakes...very possible as i'm now going through the process on having a dyslexia test- which explains why my spelling is so bad!) 

Any way enjoy!!

Brandon's POV:

My brother is gone, he left. I want to think he abandoned me, but I can't. His not that kind of person.

I just want him back, I want my blood brother back, my best friend the one I could tell anything too. The one who always had my back. who would never betray me.

Kayli should be that person for me, she is my life partner. So she should be. But she's not, I used to think that she was, I did. I told her everything, I cut Corey out of my life, when Kayli asked me too, I did. I can't believe I was so stupid. Everything she did was to make me more hers. It's how I know it was my fault, everything I did just pushed him further away, recently anyway.

"We have a mission." His voice is still so cold, it's like he never learnt how to feel real emotion. Why have I not noticed this before?

A beautiful, delicate hand snakes through my arm, no blemishes, plum-coloured beautiful nails, polished and buffed to shine like a polished sun. Owen's, sorry, Mr. Blackborne's voice isn't actually that cold, he is just remaining professional as always, for this briefing.

"We have to find this man." I'm not really looking, too busy with the stunning girl at my side. Her hair is falling across her shoulders rippling, a wave of dark glory, in what I think is called soft curls, absolutely stunning and so shiny. I think she had an appointment this morning, but I not sure where-she was just out for a while, potentially the hair? She shouldn't be in these meetings, but who cares, we all love her and want her to be part of our Academy family so... of course she's here and of course she knows everything.

"This man needs to be found I cannot emphasis this enough!" Axel is speaking as will as the briefing wraps up.

Right mission. The man in the photo is not familiar, but also not completely foreign, as in I kind of recognise something about him. Someone behind me gasps, very quietly, but doesn't say anything. Do they recognise this man too? In the same way I do? Or? Dam I hate not knowing! Why can't I remember?

The delicious warmth curls tighter into my side as I glance to find out who's behind me. Victor and Nathen. It could be either of them, but it's Victor who looks exceptionally pale, to the point I think his going to be sick? Victor who's blinking as if in pain, either that or some kind of fog is clearing from his eyes. Always knew he was a weirdo.

"Mr. Morgan research, I'll check back in soon, the rest of you, we have a last know location, Mr. Griffin, Mr. Lee you are going to stake out this warehouse..." fingers run up my spine. Somehow they have got under my t-shirt. A thumb presses into my spine. Making my back arch. Lips press to the soft part just below my ear. Sending shivers down my body.

"Guess that means you get to come with me then!" her lips brush the shell of my ear. I had something I wanted to do, I wanted to go as see someone. I had something I needed to do. I was going to find someone? Someone important.

Axel has already stood up looking at me, or actually looking at the stunning dark-haired girl next to me.

"Kayli... Love, can I have a word?" he calls easily, and she's gone, sticking into his side. She curls like a cat as his arm wraps round her pulling her in close to whisper in her ear. She lets out a beautiful tingling laugh.

Wait?

Did she just ditch me? Axel leaves the room his arm still tightly around her, her dark hair spilling over his arm in a shiny wave.

Everyone's walking out, apart from Victor. Owen, I give up calling him Blackborne in my head, hands Victor a thin file. Which just gets another sigh from him. He doesn't even seem to notice me still in the room, a common theme today it seems.

Corey didn't ignore me. Apart from when he found her - found Sang. I hate the fact that I never really got a chance to get to know her. I regret following Axel, on that day. It was the first time I was ever truly embarrassed to be part of this... family, even if I wasn't at the time. It took me days before what had happened hit me. It basically took me until my brother left before I truly regretted it. I basically threatened my sister, I wanted to hurt her. And I did hurt her boyfriend? Lover? To be lover? To be boyfriends? Someone who she cared deeply about anyway. I can hear it still, her scream as we dragged them away... it appears in my nightmares.

I see her face the pain etched into every muscle every single part of it. But I can also see her eyes, our only difference, scared, terrified staring at me, accusing me. I hate it. I hate that I can't forget it. Hate that Kayli no longer is the only girl on my mind, even if its for a totally different reason. She hates that I am not all hers. It's straining our relationship. And I also hate that I don't care that much, I've loved her for so long, how can it just disappear? But then I do care when she's near?

Why am I so confused? What's happening to me?

"Brandon?" Victor's looked up from his laptop. "Brandon, you okay? You've been sitting there staring into space for the last twenty minutes. So, he did notice me? Wow, I'm genuinely shocked "Brandon?" his stopped typing looking at me, worry the only emotion I can see in his eyes. His even leaning slightly towards me.

"Fine. Good." It sounds hollow to my ears, even as I say it. He doesn't look the slightest bit convinced, something I'm not used to. He goes to say something else, but I stop him. "Actually can you take a look at something for me?" I've been carrying it round for weeks. This is what I wanted to do. He nods.

"Sure, what is it?" my hand hovers over my pocket for a moment, I don't know whether to actually tell him about it or not. Its one of the last things I have, kind of? It feels like it has meaning... "Brandon?" something in his voice makes me take it out.

A crack runs across the screen, but that was there when I got it. It's the only thing that mean you can tell the phone has been used. It's surprising that there's even there he always took so much care with everything he owned. But then again, his boyfriend was Raven.

"Are you having issues with your phone?" oh I can see how he might think that we all have almost identical phones. The customised case is hardly visible covered by my hand, but I know every inch of it. Ones and zeros, at one point his crossed out two ones and changed it to a zero, I can't read it, but it is so Corey, that it makes me smile especially as I do see him to hear him jabber about code anymore. I flip it over, showing him the back, he lets out a soft gasp. Then a soft laugh as he obviously understands what written there, he taps the crossed-out part.

"Ha, he never did agree..!" Victors lips turn up into a ghost of a smile.

"No my phone is fine, I mean not exactly...I kind of sat on it earlier, but that's not the point ..." I can't help biting my lip, he already knows what I'm about to say, "It's Corey's, or was Corey's I guess, before he... you know..." I trail off, I can't help it, I don't know what to say really, he already realised it was Corey's I'm just feeling super awkward.

"And you want me too...?" his not annoyed, not yet, but I am keeping him from his work. I don't want the one person who seems to be caring to become annoyed with me.

"I want to meet my... if she even is... you know... the girl... my sister. Violet? Sang? Whatever her name is, I need to know why Corey would choose her, why everything. What the heck happened and all that..."

"Pri... I mean Sang?" I nod. What the heck, was he going to say Princess? I remember him calling her that before, but was that something that came over time? Does Victor know more than his telling us all? Tell me, about MY sister? "You want what, her number?" he snaps me out of thoughts of him and my sister meeting, and the shot of jealously that I'm getting at the thought.

"Not necessarily, but I want to talk to her or meet her or something. I want to know why Corey defended her, there must be some reason. There must be!" my voice feels thick, Victor looks very unsure for a moment, his eyes flick from my face to the phone in my hand. Eventually he holds his hand out, a silent acceptance.

"I might not be able to get into this!" he looks at me in warning, I get it, I do, Corey is very good at protecting his stuff. Or at least I think that's the reason, but there is something else going on. Victor, he knows something. I keep hold of the phone for a moment longer, I don't want to let go of this last touchable connection to my brother to be taken from me. Everything else is being erased, slowly but surely. My memories of Corey seem blurred now that his not here.

I mean I know that I have a brother, logically I know that. And I love him. Yet there is something wrong, I can't remember him clearly. Or I can, but the concept of remembering him as my brother is getting harder and harder. Every single good memory is twisting, like there is a darker side to everything that happened, even when I know there wasn't. There wasn't!

I'm just so confused.

I feel like if I give this phone away I lose the chance to get them back the way they were, but do I want them to? Do I want to go back to what I had. I want my brother back, but I want to know my sister, I want to know her so much. The phone slips through my hand, into Vic's.

"I promise I'll look after it, you'll have it back soon," he pauses looking at me, "You can watch if you want?" I can only nod, he produces a lead from seemingly nowhere and plugs it into the phone then his computer.

This is starting to feel familiar, almost comforting. I've watched Corey analysis hundreds of phones and hack thousands of websites from when we were younger-before the academy. More recently he just hacks for fun or when we need information.

I'm pulled further back into the memory of watching him. And it's like I can see him, it as though his sitting right next to me. Hardly ever talking, unless I ask a question, which he'll always take the time to explain to me, even if it goes straight over my head the whole time.

This seems like a pure memory of Core, this is something incorruptible or at least I hope it is, just the simple act of him typing while I watch, it's not good or bad. His just there.

Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack.

It's so repetitive, that I find myself dropping off. My head drops on a shoulder. It's not Corey's? It's too bony? My eyes flick up to the face, Victor? Or yeah, Corey's gone. The click clack breaks for a moment, I can feel him tensing, but for once I'm basically sleeping already, very comfortable. I don't want to move but I don't want him to be uncomfortable, so I start to get ready to sit up. Then the shoulder sighs. Shifts slightly and relaxes. The comforting noises restarts.

Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. Click, clack, click, clack. I wake up to the same constant rhythm having had one of the best sleeps of my life. At least for the last few years.

I'm still in the same room, but I'm lying across the bench with a blanket over me and a pillow tucked under my head. The lights are dimmed or that might just be that it's night outside.

"Hey Brandon, you awake now?" that was not a voice I was expecting, I sit up so fast I almost crack my head on the table, while I fall onto the floor. The voice is nervous, quiet-but there, and very, very, recognisable.

"What you found her?!?" I splutter at Victor, who's sitting one chair down from where we started. He laughs at me as I scramble back to my feet. He doesn't speak, just nods, spinning his screen to show me a familiar girl. Her eyes start dancing as she looks at me. "What...what is she laughing at?" Victor bites his lip pointing at my head. My hands coming up just reveal that I have a cow lick across the whole of one side of my head. "Not fair," I mutter at Vic, "You didn't tell me you found her, I was supposed to be all ready for this!"

"You know I can hear you right?" her voice is one of a person fighting giggles, "Also when it pinged that someone was using Corey's phone we just activated it and voila I have a face time to My Fire Prince!" My eyes flick to Victor to see his cheeks heating as his eyes burn looking at her. Ok so they one hundred percent know something about each other. Something tinges deep in my gut.

"Princess," He glances at her like his questioning if it's okay that his using the nickname, her lips twitch into a smile "was having a chat with me, I had something I wanted to ask her." He doesn't elaborate on what that was, but I can guess.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" her bright green eyes, the only thing that defines her from me and Core are staring straight at me. Practically burrowing into my soul.

"You took him!" I can't stop the words. I half hate myself when she flinches back, but for some reason I keep going. "You took him! I need him, his mine! He was mine first!" her eyes are just showing hurt as they flick to one side, looking at something off screen.

"Corey is no one's property!" she hisses back, sounding so angry, so completely at odds with the gentle teasing tone that she just had. She looks to the side again.

"Doesn't mean you can f*****g keep him then, let him the f**k go, let him come f*****g back to me!" she flinches each time I swear, it gives me a tiny amount of satisfaction. So I keep going, "F**K YOU, WITH YOUR TEAM BREAKNG WAYS!" Victor slaps a hand across my mouth. Sang is frozen on the screen, I don't know if the screen froze, or she just disconnected. She is so pale; her tan skin is literally snow white. Like someone has sucked the colour from her skin.

"You idiot!" Victor hisses, glances over his shoulder at the closed door. "Shhhhhh, I'm pretty certain Corey is there as well, but you can't..." he keeps talking, but I'm not listening, all that's registered is that Corey is there.

I've snatched the laptop within a second.

"Put him on! Now!" She's still frozen but I can see her hair moving and she's breathing, her shoulders are slightly shaking. "Put. Him. On!" my hands are shaking as I clutch the screen. "Put him the f**k on! NOW YOU B***H!" I'm trying to keep my voice down now, but it doesn't work I want to see my stolen brother! I want to see hm so much. She looks to one side, her eyes full of pain.

A hand reaches out and grips her shoulder, it squeezes tight and one of Sang's hands comes up to cover it. Their fingers link briefly. I can't think of her as my sister, how ever much she looks like me, like us.

The arm in the screen comes more into the screen, wrapping around Sang. That hand is the same as the one that I'm gripping the edge of the laptop with. Not totally identical but close. The same shape. It's not how I remember his hands though, it looks stronger, more like mine than the slim typists ones I remember. They look used.

For a second, I'm speechless when Corey appears. He looks so different. We normally have to tan his face for missions when we need to look perfectly identical. I think Axel even purchased a tanning bed at one point for this particular purpose, not that it got much use, by anyone other than Marc that is (who didn't really need it)!

But now his hands, face and what I can see of his forearms and neck he have a tan that is deeper than mine, one of his arms has a neat bright white bandage around it, but he doesn't look like his in pain.

His hair is so much longer than mine. Normally we both have about an inch across our whole head that is very generically styled so that no one remembers us (I still have this). It can be easily set up to be identical, it helps on missions. Helped? I don't know if it every will again. Now his hair is so much longer and messy, very, very messy. Tiny braids seem to be woven all over the place and it's scuffed like his been out in the wind. My voice finally kicks in.

"Core. S**t, Core." I don't know what else to say I'm just staring at him; I can't stop staring. Haven't seen him in so long and I miss him. It's hitting me hard right now quite how much I miss him, I'm jealous of her. So jealous. Of the way his arm is so protectively around her. Of the way his looking at her like she's precious. Like she's the best thing in the world

Yet it's the way he turns and scowls at me like I'm the enemy, that's what makes me truly hurt inside. It feels like a kick in the stomach. I watch him sigh, look across me and smile tightly at Victor. He hardly looks at me, his eyes are clinical when he scans me, I can only see a tiny amount of worry in them. But it's offset by the scowl that crosses his features.

"Nice to see you..." hope flares in my stomach, hope that his going to talk to me, about me, "...Victor." He smiles again at Victor, still tight. Then his hand reaches out and he cuts off the feed, his arm tightening around Sang bringing her into a full hug as he does so.

"What the f**k just happened?" I ask looking at Victor.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you just got cut off."

"But what the bloody hell does it mean?" Victor winces at my words.

"I think..." he seems to be choosing his words carefully "...it mean you have some making up to do!" his words are simple and as he says them he gets up, scooping up his laptop and leaving the room.

I stare after him for a long moment the heat of his body

Can I ever make this up?

Would they want me to?

The phone sits calmly on the table. Unplugged from the laptop. But now unlocked

Do I feel better?

Or worse?

I think I know the answer to that... 

Hope you enjoyed this? was it what you were expecting?? Or not?  tell me please...

I cannot tell you when the next update will be but i hope this tides you over  for a few weeks/ month or so. 

I AM NOT STOPPING TO WRITE I PROMISE!!!! this will be finished there are about 5 chapter drafted... i just need to edit fully.