Crap! Malcolm thought. He actually already knew who the test belonged to. He put his shoes back on and then walked down the corridors of the hotel. Where was Angus? Tears ran down Malcolm's cheeks. Crap! He had to find him. He was fucking desperate! Angus couldn't be pregnant! His whole cover would be blown! Malcolm just wanted to roll into Bon's arms and be petted, but Angus needed him more now. Malcolm ran to the front desk.

"Did you see my brother?" He asked in a panic. "Small, curly, loves chocolate so his fingers are usually full of it." The man at the front desk pointed to the lobby. Malcolm nodded and ran over there quickly. Angus was sitting there too. He had a large plate in front of him with pancakes on it and hot chocolate in a mug next to him. His eyes were red and tearful. He sobbed into his hands and didn't see Malcolm. Malcolm approached him slowly and bit his lip. He put the pregnancy test in his back pocket and sat next to Angus. He put an arm around him. Angus looked up in panic and his eyes only widened when he saw Malcolm. Malcolm held him tight. Angus tried to break away, but Malcolm wouldn't let him. "I forgive you, brother." Malcolm said softly, stroking Angus' back. "I can no longer live with the fact that we don't talk to each other. I was an asshole."

"Me too." Angus sniffed. Malcolm smiled weakly and stroked Angus' back.

"Can I have one of these?" He asked, pointing to the pancakes. Angus nodded.

"Yes." He muttered. So Malcolm took one and took a slow bite. He moaned softly and put a hand on his throat. "What is?" Asked Angus, looking at him. Then he saw the red puffy marks on Malcolm's neck. His eyes widened. "You had a seizure?" Malcolm nodded.

"Yes."

"Crap. Was anyone there with you?"

"Mh. Yes. They helped me." Malcolm nodded and slowly ate the pancake. "Listen, I want to discuss something with you. Can we go to our room? I have to inject you with testosterone anyway." Angus nodded and got up. He almost collapsed, but Malcolm caught him. "Crap. Angus. How long have you been here?"

"Very long." Angus muttered. Malcolm took the mountain of pancakes and the two of them went to the elevator, which they then took to their room. Malcolm unlocked the door and went to the main room, where they also slept. The apartment only had two rooms. Bathroom and main room. Angus quickly went to the bathroom and when he saw that the test was gone, he gasped. Malcolm had turned on the television. Angus searched the bathroom in a panic. Malcolm leaned against the door frame and ate a pancake.

"Are you looking for this?" He asked, holding up the pregnancy test. Angus gasped for air.

"Give this to me!"

"No. Why should I?" Malcolm finished the pancake and looked at the test again. "So. You're pregnant." He grinned.

"I'm not!" Angus screamed.

"I see. So the test is in real mine and children can grow up in my balls, which I then give birth through my cock or what?" Malcolm asked irritably. Angus couldn't help but laugh.

"The test is not mine." He said then. "I don't know how it got here."

"Then why were you looking for it?" Malcolm asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A ... em ... a woman gave it to me. She said I should throw it away so her husband wouldn't find out she was pregnant." Malcolm laughed and walked into the main room. Angus followed, trembling.

"Why should she have done that?"

"I don't know. Ask her yourself." Angus muttered, playing with the remote control. Malcolm was lying on the bed, eating another pancake. Angus was standing in front of the television.

"Angus. You're pregnant." Malcolm clarified.

"I'm not!" Angus yelled angrily.

"Don't lie to me!" Shouted Malcolm.

"I don't lie! I'm not damn pregnant!"

"You're the only damn woman here! So who does this test belong to?" Angus fell silent. He opened his mouth several times and then closed it again. Crap. What should he say now? "I want to hear it from you. Whose test is that?"

"I don't know. At least not mine." Angus said stubbornly. Malcolm laughed and looked out the glazed balcony door onto the balcony.

"Now listen. If you don't tell me right now that this is your bloody pregnancy test, which it is one hundred percent, then I'll take this nice little test to a doctor and have a DNA test done and it'll find out it's yours. Because mother and our sister are not here and otherwise we only have brothers. And it's definitely not my test. So tell me the damn truth now!" Angus bit his lip and tears formed in his eyes. He tried to hold them back, but it couldn't. They ran down his cheeks. Malcolm looked at him sternly anyway.

"It's ... it's not ... m ... my test." Angus whimpered.

"Angus McKinnon Young." Malcolm growled. "The truth. Now."

"I hate you!" Angus cried and wanted to run out of the room, but Malcolm had locked the door before. Angus sank against the door, crying, and curled up in a little ball. Malcolm got up with a sigh and walked over to him. "Let me be!" Cried Angus. "Leave me alone!" He picked him up and carried him to the bed, where he sat and laid Angus on his lap. Angus was curled up like a little dog on his lap, crying.

"Sh." Malcolm whispered, stroking Angus' back. "I'm sorry, that I screamed." Angus was crying in Malcolm's thigh. Malcolm sighed and stroked Angus' arm. "I'm there. All is well. You're not alone anymore." Angus sat on Malcolm's lap and hugged him. Malcolm, lying on the bed, was a little shocked by the position, but said nothing. He continued to stroke Angus' back. "Who's the father, Ang?" He asked. Angus sniffed loudly.

"P ... Phil." He whimpered. Malcolm's eyes widened.

"Phil Rudd?"

"Yes, damn it! Do you know another Phil!?" Angus shrieked. Malcolm sighed.

"Sorry." He held Angus to himself. "How did this happen?"

"I ... I had sex with him two weeks ago." Angus whimpered. "He was very drunk. I wanted ... wanted to know how that felt." Angus wiped his nose, whimpering. Tears kept streaming down his cheeks. "I ... it was beautiful, but ... we forgot the condom." Angus whispered. Malcolm sighed and wiped his face.

"Crap. Can he remember it?"

"No." Angus whimpered. "He still thinks I'm a man." Malcolm nodded. "But if I get pregnant now the boys'll know." He cried. "Will...will you raise the child with me, Mal?" Whispered Angus. He put a hand on his flat stomach and smiled a little as his fingers caressed it. "We're going to be parents." Malcolm shook his head quickly and tried to pull Angus away from him, but the younger one clung to him like a lifeline.

"I'm not the child's father, Angus."

"It... it never has to know." Angus whimpered.

"Angus, we're siblings. Besides, you want to be a man." Angus cried hard.

"Please. Please act as if you were the father. I don't want to have to do this on my own." Malcolm sighed. God he couldn't do that. He loved Bon.

"Angus. Oh Angus." Malcolm whispered. "Darling, come on. Stop crying. Everything is fine." Malcolm wiped the tears from his cheeks. "All is well. You're not alone." Angus cried into his shoulder. "Sh. Everything is fine." He whispered and stroked Angus' back. "Angus ... the child has to go." Angus looked up in shock.

"W ... what?" Malcolm sighed.

"Angus, you're 15. Children shouldn't have kids. Children shouldn't be pregnant." Malcolm brushed away his tears. "The child has to go. You will let it go away. You'll abort it."

"But mal!" Angus shrieked in shock. "Please, please, I need you. Please, big brother." Angus cried a lot. "Please, you have to pretend you're the father. Please, my child needs a father."

"Angus, you don't want this child. I know that. You're not ready for a baby. You have your whole life ahead of you. If at some point you've found the right one and you decide to get pregnant despite being a transvestite, that's different. Do you hear?" Malcolm smiled at him and kissed him gently on the cheek. "I'll be with you when the child dies, okay? You won't be alone." A small tear also rolled down Malcolm's cheek. God. That sounded cruel. "I'll be there and comfort you when your baby dies, okay?" Angus cried into Malcolm's shoulder.

"But ... it's my baby." He whimpered. "My baby. It belongs to me. I am its mother. I can't kill my baby."

"I know." Malcolm whispered. "I know. Everything will be fine. We'll bury it, okay? We'll bury it in our garden and then you can be with it." Angus cried.

"I can't kill a child." Angus cried. "My child. My baby." Malcolm sighed.

"Everything will be fine, okay? It's not a child yet. It's just a tiny egg. It's the size of a bean. Not a child yet." Angus whimpered. "And it won't hurt either. Promised. You'll pee and it'll slip out of you. And then we can bury it, okay?" Angus nodded, crying. "When did you have the one-night stand with Phil?"

"Two weeks ago." Angus whispered.

"OK. Then we'll go to the doctor tomorrow. Everything will be fine. It's better for both of you. The child would be unhappy, just like you. Find the love of your life and have a child with him, okay?" Angus nodded, whimpering.

"I love you, Mal."

" I love you too, Ang." Malcolm pulled him tight and covered them both. The television was still running quietly in the background, but they didn't care. Malcolm gently stroked Angus' flat stomach with his hand. "Sleep, Ang. Everything is fine. I'm with you."

"I can never be happy if I kill the baby and deny it the right to live. You understand, big brother. Please. I ... I'll never forgive myself." Malcolm kissed Angus on the forehead.

"I'll be with you when it ends. I'll be with you when you grieve and I'll be with you when you lose it. I'll always be with you when you need me."

"I love you." Angus whispered and fell asleep. Malcolm smiled weakly and held his pregnant brother to himself.