I thought I lost you(Damien/Brooke)

[Peter Vance Rodgers]

Peter Rodgers, a boy from Nevada who'd been searching for four years for his little sister, was in London, England. He'd gone all over asking people if anyone had seen a girl with the last name Barrow. As it turned out, many people had. The orphange in New Jersey had said she'd gone to school in London and then had moved in to an appartment there. Which brought him here, he was on break from recording so he had some time to come. He'd visited the Leaky Cauldron, which apperently no one else could see. He'd asked if anyone had seen her, and Tom, the owner, had. She was living down the street, he'd finally found her. He'd found the building and was getting ready to knock. He was having second thoughts though... what if she didn't remember him? How would he explain what happened that day ten years ago? He knocked on the door, he had to do this.

Brooke heard a knock on the door, but she was still half asleep so she wasn't getting up. She stuck her hand out next to her to push Damien so he could get up and get the door. She was too tired and didn't want to move. She forgot he wasn't there... but he was supposed to be coming back soon so maybe it was him! Or it could be the people who were there to tell her he died. Now she deffinitly wasn't getting up. Nope, go back to sleep you're dreaming. she thought. She had to go to sleep, it wasn't real, it couldn't be real.

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

Damien had been sent home from the war-front early because of an injury he'd sustained. As a result, he dragged himself from the train station to his and Brooke's apartment. Unfortunately, when he arrived, he found someone standing outside his door. Having come home from war that day, he was instantly on-edge and suspicious of the man.

He scowled and pressed his gun against the back of the man's head. Eliza had been right when she said it was smart to carry them; he wasn't allowed to use the Killing Curse in England, but he'd be damned if someone broke into his house. He was tired!

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing knocking on my door?" he demanded.

[Brooke Alice Barrow]

Brooke couldn't fall back asleep and dragged herself out of the bed still wrapped in the blanket. Why did people have to be so annoying in the morning. She walked down the stairs, "I'm coming hang on..." she was at the bottom when she heard another voice. This one she knew all too well. She looked through the peep hole and saw someone with what looked like a gun to the back of their head. What was going on?

Peter felt something on the back of his head and he wanted to scream bloody murder but when he turned around and saw a man, he wondered if his sister was already married at such a young age. He took a few steps away from the door with his hands up.

"I-I'm Peter, Peter Rodgers. I'm looking for a girl named Brooke, I'm her brother." he said trying to explain who he was, "I'm sorry I thought she lived alone, I didn't know she was living with someone. Please don't kill me!"

Brooke opened the door, "WHAT IS GOING ON!?" she yelled. "Inside. NOW." She was still tired and didn't like the interuption.

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

Damien growled irritably under his breath and pushed Peter into the apartment before closing the door.

"I'm going to sleep," he said calmly, placing his gun on the table beside the door. "There will be hell to pay if you wake me up."

He shed his boots and jacket as he walked over and slumped down on to the couch, closing his eyes. He would let Brooke and this supposed brother of hers talk things out. If he was lying, though, Damien had a bullet with his name on him. Stupid bastard. Why did he show up so early, anyway? Did he not realize that people slept at seven in the morning on the weekend? Apparently, he didn't.

[Brooke Alice Barrow]

"You're waking up by noon we still have planning to do." Brooke called after him. She took the gun and threw it in one of the drawers. "He's like this when he hasn't slept, he'll be perky by noon." She looked at the boy who was saying he was her brother. "Now, who are you, how do you know me and why are you at my house at seven in the morning!?"

Peter kind of shied back. He wasn't expecting her to be like this and be living with a guy who owned guns. Heck, he wasn't even sure she was safe. "I'm Peter, Peter Rodgers. I used to be Jackson Barrow. I was your brother till you were about eight, when the car crash happened you got sever head trauma. I ended up with a broken arm and leg. It's no surprise you don't remember."

Brooke wasn't in the mood to comprehend anything so she shook her head, "Not in the mood for this.. I'm going back to take a nap you can hang around. Plus I need to talk to Damien for a minute, this wasn't how I expected him to home home. Just. Stay." She walked to the stairs and rubbed her head. She really didn't expect this.. When she got up the stairs she flopped on the bed. "He's still down stairs.. you get to talk to him when you wake up..."

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

Damien growled as he tugged on his sweatpants. He'd taken a quick shower while Brooke and Peter talked, and now he apparently got to talk to the man he'd just threatened with a gun. Oh, joy of joys...

"Fucking....fine," he sighed.

He leaned over and kissed the back of her head before, shirtless, walking down the stairs. Most of his shirts were, apparently, still in the laundry room because Brooke had only just washed them. He must've looked a sight, with the many scars that littered his torso (some were even words, carved in various handwrittings), but he didn't care at the moment.

He raised an eyebrow at Peter when he reached the living room and indicated that the younger man should sit down.

[Brooke Alice Barrow]

Brooke smiled when he kissed her head. Her turn for a nap, HAHA! Now she could get the rest of the eight hour sleep she wanted. She'd only just gone to bed two hours previous to Peter knocking on the door and Damien getting back. She curled up in the blanket and was out within minutes.

Peter nodded and sat down as Damien instructed. He was a morning person and understood that others weren't so he understood why they would be mad at him calling at this hour of the morning. He placed his guitar on the floor. He carried it everywhere, well ever since he graduated he'd carried it.

"I guess you want to know why I chose now to look for her?" he said shyly. This guy scared him, he was willing to shoot Peter just for standing at the door.

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

Damien sat in the chair across from him and whistled. Reaver ((German Shepard)) and Woodie ((Cairn Terrier)) came bounding into the room. Reaver settled at Damie's feet while Woodie hopped into his master's lap.

"Si, I'd like to know what was so important that it couldn't wait until a more reasonable time of day," he replied testily.

It had better be something good, too; Brooke's brother or not, Damien would kick his ass over his shoulder if he didn't have a good reason for showing up at such an ungodly hour. That was such bullshit. God. Didn't he have anything better to do than harrass people that were trying to sleep in?

[Peter Vance Rodgers]

Peter tried to keep a straight face. Dogs. Why did they have to own dogs? He hated dogs, they always tried to bite him. He wanted to get up and walk away but no, he had to remain calm.

"Well, we used to always get up at six thirty and were outside by seven thirty. I just figured she'd keep the habit. I guess after the accident she never got up that early again. I've been searching for four years for her. When I was at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, I had no idea she was there, till I heard others talking about her." He explained.

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

Damien cracked his first smile of the day when Woodie licked his face. Such a cute little thing...he loved dogs. He hated cats, though, nasty little bastards. Always licking faucets and climbing on tables; it all bothered him horribly.

"Brooke always sleeps in," he mumbled. When he heard the next part, he cocked an eyebrow again. "Oh? It took you that long to figure out that she lives here?"

[Peter Vance Rodgers]

Peter patted the dog that came over to him hoping it would go back to its master. He was a cat person, and besides, Tiger did get jealous. The dog wasn't going away, why was is sniffing him? So he smelt like cat and smoke, he was a rock star for god's sake!

"Well, I've been busy. I've had three tours the past few years and well, hardly got any break time..." he explained. "And I know that's her, here look," he pulled out his wallet, "I have a picture from when I was seven. Our parents took it on her sixth birthday." he showed the picture and pointed to the two of them.

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

"Woodie! Vai a Mammi!" Damien snapped.

The little dog turned and sniffed at him before scurrying away in search of Brooke. Once in the bedroom, Woodie burrowed under the blankets and cuddled up to Brooke happily before licking her face.

"Cute," he remarked. "But how exactly does a picture prove that Brooke is your sister?"

[Peter Vance Rodgers]

Brooke adjusted when she felt something crawl under the covers then lick her nose. It was her puppy. He came to rest on her head too. She was sorta awake now. Awake enough to roll over and bring the puppy down onto her chest so she could look at it. It gave her those big puppy dog eyes and she just had to put him back in his spot. He was just so cute, she had to.

Peter didn't know how to explain it. He knew she was his sister, he'd gotten that same protective feeling he'd gotten when he was six. He had to keep her safe and now she was grown and by the looks of it getting married. He'd picked that up when she'd said something about planning. He hadn't really had time for marrige, plus he wasn't ready.

"Okay, so I don't know how to prove, but I know that's my sister. My brith name is Jackson Barrow. I was born in New Jersey. When I was nine, my family was in an accident and they ended up dying. My sister received sever head trauma due to me unbluckleing and trying to protect her." It was hard putting it into words, "I was in the same room as her in the hospital, she was in a neck brace and a coma for three months. I was there for four. She was released and kept looking at me like I was crazy. I never saw her after that."

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

"She never mentions you. Ever," Damien noted suspiciously. "I talk about my siblings all the time. I find it odd that she doesn't do the same."

Maybe it was because Damien was something of a doting brother and uncle, as the many pictures of his family that lined their apartment testified to. He just found it odd that Brooke would never mention her only sibling....he and Brooke were very different, though. That was probably part of it. He loved his wife-to-be very much, but she could be a bit callous sometimes. It was something he was still trying to work on.

[Brooke Alice Barrow]

"Did he mention memory loss?" Brooke said coming back down the stairs. Might as well stay up and nap later. She had the puppy in her arms as she moved to the couch. She sat down, placed the puppy on the couch grabbed a blanket. She threw it over her, and placed the dog back on her lap. "Because I'm sure he said it earlier."

Peter was dumb struck, this was all so weird. "Um, yeah, it was memory loss. It kinda severs for all of it."