Alice pushed Mick back. Mick was stunned.
"Alice---"
"Mick!" she hit his chest. "You're sick! You shouldn't be here!"
"You're crying---"
"MICK!" She screamed. Mick looked to Miles and narrowed hs eyes. Alice threw his bag at him.
"I'm going to take you to the hospital."
Mick blinked, and was forced to hug his bag. He looked down at it and back to Miles. "You went through my stuff you little fucker?!"

Miles glared. "I didn't do anything," he growled. "Alice was looking for her shawl."
Riley glanced back and forth between them all. What...? But she could see how mad Miles was. There was nothing for her to say.
"This is your own damn fault," Miles continued. "Let's go."

Mick took a step back. "I'm not going to no fucking hospital!" He shouted. "There is nothing wrong with me!"
"Mick! Please!" Alice cried out. "I saw what you wrote...everything."
Mick's expressions only softened when Alice spoke. "Alice...I love you. Believe me I'm alright!"
"No you arn't!" She screamed. "Get some help!"
"Alice..." he shook his head and looked up to Miles.
"Everything was fine until you showed up!"

Miles growled and slammed his fist into the door. Riley glanced behind them, feeling the people around stare. They were a street over from mainstreet. She swallowed nervously, and watched Miles's hand reach up under the back of his shirt, where he kept his pistol.
"Mick, shut the hell up," Miles said. "Do this for Alice. Do it so you don't take advantage of her like the last guy! You know it's sick, that you're sick. Now let's go!"

Mick grabbed his head. "Shut the fuck up! SHUT UP!" He screamed. Alice backed away.
"Mick....please..."
Did he take his medication?
Mick was fuming and he shot his glance to Alice. "What...? You on his side? Is that it?" he snapped. He shook his head and laughed. "So...you were trying to replace me?"
"No...Mick." she pleaded...
"Well you can't have both!" he shouted.
"I want both! Mick! Just go to the hospital!" Alice screamed. Mick snarled. His entire body was shaking. "Them or me! THEM OR ME!"

"Riley, go get the cops," Miles ordered. She nodded and ran down the street. Then there was a click and Miles had his pistol leveled at Mick. "Mick, shut the hell up. You're being an idiot. You know we're just trying to help." He hoped Alice wouldn't freak out about the gun... he wasn't really going to shoot her brother... but if he could scare Mick into believing he would maybe he'd calm down.

Alice saw the gun and she fell to the ground screaming. "Mick!" she cried. She didn't know what to do.
Mick stared down the eye of the barrel. "What? You going to shoot me?" he was rather amused. He took steps forward and pressed his forehead against it.
"Then fucking do it! DO IT!" he spat.

Miles smirked. "You know," he said quietly. "I should. Rid the world of you. But I can't do that. Not to Alice." He pulled the gun back, lowering a little. "Come on Mick. Do this for Alice."

Mick shook his head. "Fucking pussie." he spat. He took steps back. "Alice..." he hissed. "I'm going to walk away. Who are you going to come with? Your pussie ass boyfriend, or the brother that loves you. And raised you. And took care of you. And saved your fucking life!"
Alice was huddled down, crying. She couldn't answer. She didn't want this to happen. At all.
Mick spat on the ground. "You started all this." He pointed at Miles. "We we're fine! You ruined! EVERYTHING!"

Miles frowned and watched Mick for a moment. "Don't do it Mick," he said. "What do you think is going to happen?"

Alice looked up to see Mick's reaction.
Mick swallowed. He didn't have the ability to think right now. Not when he was in the heat of a emotional meltdown. He closed his eyes and put his hands on his head. "I hate you..." he breathed. "And that means nothing to her." He looked to Alice. "I mean nothing to you!"
Alice shook her head and curled back into the ball.
Mick turned to Miles. "So...I'll make you leave. Leave her with me, and I won't fuck up your sister." He grinned wildly, there was a flash in his eyes. "I already got a good taste last night." he licked his two fingers and laughed.

Miles growled and brought up the gun again. "Riley can take care of herself," he muttered. "You won't do anything to her. And I'm not going anywhere. You're going to lose, if you keep doing this Mick. You'll lose everything. Let us get you some help."

The sound of heavy foot falls was coming down the street. The police were almost there.

Mick laughed. "Oh yes, Miles. Just keep telling yourself that. Oh....my little sister can take care of herself." he grinned. "Alice learned that one the hard way." He shoot his look to his sister. "Didn't you baby?"
Alice sobbed, and covered her ears.
Mick's smiled grew wider. "It wouldn't be my first time." he took a step back and raised his hands, seeing the police. "HELP! MAN'S GOT A GUN!" he shouted.

Miles put the gun in the air, letting the cops surround them. "It's not even loaded," he told the officer that stepped up to them. He handed it over all the same though.
The officers knew Miles, and Riley, well. They'd done a good deal of security work with their father for his inventions. "Hey there, Miles," the one taking his gun said. "So what's the problem?"
"Mick needs to go to the hospital." Miles looked straight at him.

Cadi had been listening to the entire exchange. She was setting up lights for the ballet between practices. So much for a peaceful cup of tea... The tiny woman stepped out of the shadows, swinging the copper-bottomed tea kettle. It was a sturdy little thing. And hot.

She caught him once in the solar plexus, to bend him double, then swung to club him in the back of the head. She didn't like Mick. She hadn't trusted him for some time now.

But she did feel bad about the teapot.