Warnings: injuries, beaten up, graphical injury

It was a beautiful sunny evening. The sun was already low in the sky, about to set. Angus walked the streets of Sydney whistling to himself. The young curly head was 19 years old and ready to turn the world upside down. He had a cigarette between his lips and drew on it, cupping his cheeks. Where did he want to go? Well, he was on his way home from a birthday party he'd been to. He made a face when he thought about it. He'd had a fight with one of the guests and his buddies for not leaving the girl, Angus was talking to, alone. They kept trying to touch her and Angus got in to stop them. Angus smiled a little and shook his head. The girl had been really beautiful. Suddenly he noticed something: He was all alone. He was in an alley and there was absolutely no one. Funny. Sydney was always full of people. But Angus thought nothing of it. He just kept going. Until someone jumped on him. He fell to the ground with a scream and tried to get up in shock, but a strong hand pinched his shoulder. He lifted his head and looked into a man's eyes. It was the one he had argued with.

*

Malcolm Young was at home in his bed. He was 21 years old. His eyes were heavy and he could barely keep them open when he fell onto the edge of the bed. He yawned loudly and brushed some of his hair out of his face when he suddenly heard the phone on his bedside table ringing. He groaned and buried his face under the pillow. But when the noise wouldn't go away, he picked up the receiver, annoyed.

"YES!?" He yelled angrily into the phone. He just wanted to sleep.

"Mal?" Came a very faint voice over the line. Malcolm licked his lips. That sounded kinda like Angus.

"Ang? Speak up I can't hear you! What the fuck is going on? I'm tired, I want to finally sleep, I want..."

"Can you pick me up?" The quiet voice asked again. Malcolm rolled his eyes. Angus must be drunk, he thought.

"Damn." Malcolm muttered. He thought for a moment about what to do before he sighed and tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear and pulled his jeans back up his slender legs. "Where are you?" Malcolm sighed.

"I...I don't know." Angus whimpered. Malcolm now listened to the voice in shock. Angus sounded like he was crying.

"Ang? What's going on?" Malcolm asked wide awake and sat down on the bed. "Are you hurt? Something happened?"

"Please. I want to go home." Angus whimpered softly.

"Chill out. Everything will be fine. I'll pick you up. But you have to tell me where you are." Malcolm said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible to calm Angus.

"I'm...I'm at a phone booth." Angus sniffled loudly through the line.

"But where?" Malcolm asked desperately.

"I'm...I'm at the Opera House." Angus whimpered, his voice shaking as badly as his body.

"OK. Hold on and wait there. I'll be right there, okay?" There was no answer. "Angus?"

"Yes?"

"Did you hear me? I'll pick you up. Wait where you are."

"Okay." Malcolm put the phone down and stared at the device in shock. What the hell was going on? Either Angus was trying to tease him or it was really serious. Malcolm sighed and started walking.

*

Malcolm drove slowly and uncertainly through Sydney. It was already dark. Only the street lamps threw a little light on the street. His car caused the most light. He had the car windows open and was looking around, but he couldn't see his brother anywhere.

"Angus!?" He called out the window and stopped in front of the phone booth. He opened his car door and exited the car to look around. Suddenly he heard a low whimper. "Angus? Where are you?" He called, narrowing his eyes together in the hope of seeing a little better. He knelt down in an alley and put a hand over his mouth in shock. Angus was curled up behind a dumpster. His face was swollen and bloody, his eyes almost closed. He held his left hand protectively to his chest. There were tear marks on his dirty face. "Angus?" Malcolm asked quietly. Angus lifted his head and looked at him sadly. There were abrasions on his body.

"I want to go home." Angus breathed weakly. Malcolm felt tears in his eyes. Who did this to their little brother? Anger welled up in his chest but he tried to hold it back so as not to startle Angus. He knelt in front of his brother.

"Can you put your arms around my neck?" He asked softly. Angus did it trembling. Malcolm slipped one arm around Angus' shoulders and his other arm under his knees before he lifted him up in bridal style. Angus laid his head on Malcolm's chest and began to sob.

"I want to go home." He whimpered again. Malcolm's heart broke again seeing his brother like this. He kissed Angus shakily on the head and walked towards his car.

"Everything will be fine, baby brother. I will take you home."

*

When they got home, Malcolm took him into the house and into the bathroom. He gently cleaned his wounds and bandaged them with sterile bandages. Then he helped Angus into bed and tucked him in. He hadn't asked him what happened yet, but Angus didn't want to be alone. He pulled his older brother into the bed next to him, whimpering, and clung to him. Malcolm sighed and wrapped him gently in his arms.

"Everything will be fine. You're home, Angus." He whispered into the freshly washed curls.

*

The next morning, when Malcolm got up, Angus was still asleep. The older one quietly left the room and closed the door behind him before storming down the stairs to the kitchen where his older siblings were sitting and having breakfast.

"Guys!" He yelled, panting. Everyone looked at him questioningly.

"What's up, Mal?" Alex laughed.

"Ang got beat up yesterday." Malcolm said. The room immediately went silent. Only the fly circling around the ceiling light made a noise.

"He became what?" George asked, slowly standing up.

"He was beaten up." Malcolm felt tears in his eyes. "He...he called me last night and I went to pick him up. The only thing he kept saying to me was that he wanted to go home. That's all I got out of him. He... he looks pretty bad."

"Where is he?" Stephen asked as he finished his coffee and put the cup in the sink.

"In his room. I took care of him a little last night and then put him to bed. He didn't want to be alone." They heard a crack of bones and looked at William Jr. in shock. The eldest of the brothers stretched his fingers, a determined expression crossing his face.

"We're going to get those bastards." He growled angrily. The other brothers agreed and went to Angus to question him. Marga, the only sister, squeezed in between her brothers. "Where are you going?" William asked confused.

"You don't think I'll let you have the fun, do you? Angus is my little brother too." William grinned and put a hand on his sister's shoulder.

*

Once at the top, Malcolm sat down on the bed. He gently took Angus' hand in his own and stroked it soothingly. The six other siblings gathered around the bed and looked worriedly at the youngest. Angus weakly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Malcolm.

"Hey." Malcolm whispered. Angus smiled weakly, his split lip hurting. "How are you?" Malcolm asked softly.

"A little better." Angus croaked groggily. George immediately put a glass of water to his lips. Angus swallowed and then thanked him.

"Who did this to you, little brother?" Marga asked worriedly and brushed some of his curls away from his face. Angus bit his lip.

"Tell us, Ang." Stephen demanded. "We're going to find those pigs." Angus smiled a little.

"Would you...do that for me?" He breathed softly.

"Damn, Angus!" Alexander yelled angrily. "You are our baby brother! You're the sweetheart of this family, do you think we'll let these wankers get away with something like that!? Not with our family!" Angus chuckled softly.

"Where did it happen?" John asked, ignoring his younger brother.

"I don't remember." Angus murmured. "Where Mal found me."

"By the Opera House." Malcolm said when everyone looked at him. "I found him in an alley behind the phone booth by the opera house." The siblings nodded.

"What did the guys look like?" Adam asked.

"There are three, about the size of Alex." Angus murmured. "They are always together and never let each other out of their sight. I've met them before. They are always in the pub in the market square." Adam nodded. Marga kissed Angus on his forehead.

"Rest, little brother. We'll take care of it." Angus smiled, his black, swollen eye hurting a little.

*

When evening came, the siblings made their way to the pub. Once inside, they broke up and pretended not to know each other. Marga ordered a drink and laughed at something with Alex. George went to the jukebox and put on a cassette. Malcolm and Stephen went to the pool table. Adam and John sat down at a table and John stayed by the door. Everyone looked around unnoticed until their attention fell on three particular men who fit Angus' description perfectly. Malcolm walked up to him, trying to look drunk. He provoked the three until they dragged him out into the backyard. The other siblings waited a few minutes before following. And Malcolm was already fighting with the three of them. His lip was a little bloody, as was the knuckles of his right hand.

"HEY!" William shouted angrily. The three turned in shock. "Leave our little brother alone!" The tallest of them laughed.

"It's his own fault." He swung back and was about to punch Malcolm, but Stephen grabbed his arm and glared at him.

"You bums already beat up one of my brothers. It's enough." The smallest of the three grinned.

"You mean that little fool we beat up yesterday?" He laughed. "He whimpered and cried like a baby." The three of them laughed, but then it started. Marga was the first to give the first punch. The siblings charged at the three and beat them blue until the three attackers lay on the ground whimpering and bleeding profusely. When they calmed down a bit, the only one who kept kicking was Malcolm. The youngest of the present siblings, kept kicking the ribs of the leader, who was writhing on the floor, whimpering.

"You pig!" Malcolm yelled angrily. Tears ran down his cheeks. "If you hurt my little brother one more time, I will kill you!" He yelled. George wrapped his arms around Malcolm's waist and pulled him to him.

"Calm down." He said quietly.

"I'll correct him." Alexander said as he pulled the leader's head in the air by his hair. "If you even look at our little brother or any of our family on the street again, the Young family will come after you. We will hunt you down like a wild animal and then kill you slowly and painfully. Do you understand me?" When there was no answer, he slapped him hard in the face, making the stranger groan. "Do you understand me!?"

"Yes." He gasped.

"I hope so." John growled angrily. With that, the siblings made their way home, grinning.

*

When they got home, they went back to Angus. The youngest sat in bed eating a bowl of pudding that his mother had made for him. The siblings sat down by the bed and grinned at him. Angus' face was still swollen and cut, but a smile graced his lips.

"What happened?" He then asked worriedly when he saw Malcolm's eye, which was also swollen. The older one just grinned though.

"We showed the pigs what it's like to mess with one of the Young siblings." Stephen grinned and put an arm around his sister, who nodded smiling at Angus.

THE END;)