Summary: When Erts is plagued by dreams of his deceased brother he begins to question his feelings for him. Is it really just brotherly love? Meanwhile, on a distant colony, one of their support ships reels in a coffin holding the body of the supposedly dead Ernest. But when they find out there's more to it then meets the eye trouble begins to brew.

Reawaken

"Brother?" called out the voice of a small child wondering through the empty hallways of the house. "Brother where are you?" The both began to cry slightly.

"Brother!" he seem to call out again voice softening to the sound of no response. "Brother...I'm scared." The silent crying suddenly changed to mournful sobs as the boy sunk to his knees, pressed against the wall of the hallway.

As if hearing his pleas for assistance, someone slowly wrapped there arms around the young boy. "Don't worry," the someone seem to state. "I'm here. It's ok...everything will be ok."

This apparently older figure began to softly stroke the younger child golden colored hair as the child buried his head into the older ones chest.

"What's wrong?" the comforting being holding the child seem to ask as his own shades of golden hair fell slightly down his face.

"I had a bad dream again..." the now slightly calmer boy replied. "You left me...you and mommy and daddy...everyone...gone. I was all alone. You all were gone."

"Don't worry...angel," he soothed using a pet name he had given the little one. "Were not going anywhere...not any time soon at least." The calmed the crystal blued eyed youth down some but not enough to stop the silent tears that trailed down his slightly pink cheeks.

The older one smiled slightly pulling his little brother closer. "Angel?" he questioned.

The younger one snuggled closer into his older brother. "Yes Brother?" he asked.

"If anything does happen...to me or our parents..." he started. "Please promise me you won't break down...that you'll get over it..." "I don't understand," the youngest answered. "What do you mean? Your not going anywhere are you?" His eyes watered over again.

"You'll understand soon..." he muttered. "Just promise me...please promise me."

Still confused the little boy nodded anyway. "I promise brother..." he said. The last thing he saw was his brothers smiling face as the images around him started to blur. The image faded as the boy woke up.

In a cold sweat he sat up in his bed. The clock next to his bed read: 3:31.

"Not again..." he thought wiping the sweat from his face. Each night since his brother departure he had been cursed with dreams from the past...his past. They seem to become more and more vivid as the days went by. All ending the same...with his brother Ernest. What were they trying to tell him? He, Erts Virny Cocteau , knew there was something behind them...but what?

Slowly the blonde lowered his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes, but not to sleep...no. He never did go back to sleep. Not after the dreams. He was left to his thoughts as he laid thinking, waiting...waiting for morning. Maybe then he could get something from these dreams.

"Brother...where are you now?" Erts thought as tears seem to flow down his cheeks. "I need you brother...please come back."