Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: Mrs.NicholasJ.Jonas
Category: Drama/Hurt/Angst/Loss/Romance
Summary:
The Jonas Brothers have taken the world by storm. Then suddenly a terrible accident takes place, and they disappear, the news only saying that they're having a break from their normal lives. They suffer from a near death experience where they lost someone incredible close to their hearts, their parents. No one knows where they are, fans are loosing their hopes as their favorite band don't fill magazines or the TV screen anymore. That's they day they find out they need to start over again, far away from their precious home and country. Trying to deal with their loss, the hurt and sorrow, they come to meet someone who changes their lives forever. But can these normal and random people help them and fix them again? Will they ever handle to do what they desire most here in life, music? And will stronger feelings and bonds develop eventually? Can they move on? Here comes the story of a world famous band who got their biggest nightmare come true.
-Tragedy, Loss, Hurt, Angst, Sorrow, Drama, Hope, Love and Lust!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Jonas Brothers, or anything else!
Warning: Death




Authors Note - Read First:
-My new project which I'm currently working on. The chapters are really long so I'll post them in parts. I think the summary explains what this story is all about, just be patient, cause it's not that fast forward going. Anyway this was a really heart breaking story to write, and I tried to put in as much feelings as possible, so I hope you'll like it. Just remember that this is something I really hope will never happen in real life, it's just pure imagination. Read, and let me know what you think so that I'll keep post. Thank you all again.

Enjoy, When Two Worlds Collide

Starring: Kevin Jonas, Joseph Jonas, Nicholas Jonas and Franklin Jonas.
Original Characters: Christine Johnson, Thessa Scarlet, Peter Harriet.



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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 1
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: The World Breaks Down
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Nick's POV

*flashback*

Date: June 5th

It wasn't for real, it wasn't happening. No, no, God was watching out for us, he'd never let this happen. My mind screamed, my eyes stayed shut, and I prayed as I held onto Kevin beside me. I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't think. Sweat was forming on my forehead, my heart beating dangerously fast in my chest. I was biting my lip, so hard that I felt the taste of blood in my mouth. «Mom, dad...» I head Joe's terrified voice cry out behind me. We were going down, dropping too fast. That's when it hit me. The plane was going to crash, we're going to die. I finally snapped back to reality, my eyes popped up in shock. I tried to speak, I tried to scream to Kevin, to Joe, Franklin...and mom and dad. I love you, I love you so much. My mouth only opened, but the words didn't come. I looked at Kevin, my hands were holding on to him for death, my entire body was shaking. Kevin looked just as terrified, his breathing uncontrollably and shaken. The last thing I can remember is Franklin's desperate screams, my heart breaking into a million pieces. He's only seven, God, you can't kill him, you can't. Please, please....and then everything faded, the sound disappearing, my view getting cloudy, before the blackness went over me.

'The dawn is breaking
a light shining through
you're barely waking
and I'm tangled up in you
I'm open you're closed
Where I'll follow you'll go I
worry I won't see your face
light up again'

*end flashback*

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 1
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: The World Breaks Down
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Nick's POV

Date: June 19th

It was only two weeks since the accident. Everything felt empty. I couldn't speak, I couldn't sleep, nor eat. The four of us had been in the hospital for a week, and we had just gotten back home. Just thinking about how lucky we'd been made me angry. 'Cause not all of us had been lucky. I slammed my fist into the wall, my teeth clenched together. Mom...dad...I shook my head in pure frustration and hurt. I wanted to scream, so bad. I wanted to rip my heart out of my chest, or slide a knife into it. How I missed them, all the time. I never stopped thinking about them, not a single minute passed me by without their faces, their smiles or their name popping up in my mind.

How could you God? How could you let me live, and let them die?


Joe's POV

“Hey, Joe, how's things holding on? This must be an impossible time for you and your brothers...” The press was everywhere. I was nearly knocking a guy down when he came running up beside me with a camera, as he took pictures of me while I was tearing up. Big Rob yelled at every paparazzi that would even go anywhere near us now, but it didn't help much though. That's the day I found out I couldn't do it anymore. It was late at night, we were all by our selves now a days, we said we'd prefer to be left alone. The band understood, and a lot of them were very sympathetic, being very nice to us. Big Rob went on favors for us, and kept the press away from our villa here in Texas. Kevin had just put Franklin to bed.

Only thinking about Frankie made me fight the sobs back again. Oh, how he was having a bad time. Nor were we much help either, and all the energy and life were gone from him. I snatched back to reality as I heard someone appearing. I looked up to meet the sad eyes from my big brother. Kevin was trying so hard to take care of all of us, he felt that he had the responsibility for us now, I knew him that well. He just mumbled that Frankie was asleep, and took a seat beside me on the coach. After a moment of complete silence, Nick appropriated in the room as well. Nick wasn't doing well at all, and I was really staring to get scared for him. He didn't eat, he didn't speak, he didn't even take his medication or insulin. I looked after him all day, making sure to get the medicines into him, and I always made him take the insulin in the end. But he'd for sure skip it all if I wasn't pushing him all the time.

Kevin told him the first day we came home from the hospital how mom and dad would have wanted him to do it. Then it nearly turned around for the poor boy. His face got a stone expression, his hands showing into Kevin's chest, pushing him backwards before storming off to his room. I've never, in my entire life seen Nick like that. I went into some kind of shock that day, and I knew I had to make sure he would get his medicines. But I couldn't take this anymore, it wasn't working. None of us dared to go outside, in fear of meeting the paparazzi or show ourselves to the fans, but most of all, we were afraid to face the world without our two most important people in our lives. The Jonas Brothers, the world famous band, we, we were nothing but a fading memory. Right now, we were just brothers, and we only had each other. But I knew we needed to do something soon, 'cause this...it was killing us all, one by one, day by day. We needed to do something, and that very, very soon!

Oh why Dear God, why did this have to happen?

'Even the best fall down sometimes
even the wrong words seem to rhyme
out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find you and I
Collide'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 1
Part: 3
Name Of Chapter: The World Breaks Down
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Kevin's POV

It was never going to be the same, that was my only thought when we lay in the hospital. Not our family bond, not our trust and hope around God, and not our music. It was like all the important things in our lives didn't have a meaning anymore. Because the two people we loved the most in the whole world, the two people who'd always been taken care of us, taught us so many important things in life, showed us so much love and respect.

The two most special people, who believed in us, who made us what we are today. Now they were gone, out of our lives, forever. I shook my head in disbelief. What have we done wrong? What have we done to deserve this? What have our parents done to deserve this? Every night I've asked God the same, over and over. But I don't think I will never find an answer to my questions. In a matter of a month, we'd went from living our dreams, having the perfect life everyone's dreaming of and being absolutely grateful for everything, to be the most unhappy people on this planet.
Father in heaven, what have we done to deserve such a thing?

'Even the best fall down sometimes
even the stars refuse to shine
out of the back you fall in time
you somehow find you and I
Collide'

We didn't know how to deal with it, the only thing we could do was to take one day at a time. We'd all completely changed. Joe, the wild one of us, always joking around, always laughing and smiling – now his eyes never lit up anymore, his hair getting the old curly look, and all he did was staring at the TV or sitting for himself, listening to some symphony music. He didn't want to show us, but every night, he sneaked down in the living room, to have a look in the family albums. I'd peeked at him one night, and I saw his big brown eyes tearful. He was trying so hard to stay strong, to keep his emotions in control, that's how Joe is. He's not doing very well with stuff like this, but hey I didn't blame him for that. We were all feeling the same, this wasn't easy for any of us.

Then there was Franklin, oh poor, poor little boy. I did my best, trying to speak to him about the situation. But it's not easy to explain to a seven-year-old that his mummy and daddy were gone, that they were never coming back. Most of the time I just sat with him, doing my best to comfort him. And he hadn't said anything the first weeks. But then a couple of nights ago he came into my room. And he asked me where I thought mum and dad were right now. I lifted him onto my lap, and stroke him over his hair, and told him that right now mum and dad were looking down at us from heaven. And for the first time since the accident, I could almost see a slight smile playing on his lips. “Do you think they're happy? Do you think they're in pain?” he asked then. And I gave him a small smile back. “Heaven is the best place in the world, and no one's in pain up there.” That night he'd slept in my bed. I was so glad that he had at least understood that they were in a better place now.

Except from Frankie, Nick's the person who's having the hardest time. Ever since he got diagnosed with diabetes, he'd had such a strong connection to mum especially. She's been his biggest supporter, always making sure he's alright, helping him with the medicines, taking him to the doctor. For him to loose her now, made his biggest fear come true. I appreciate that Joe tries to take care of him. Joe has always been the brother closest to Nick. It's like they share this special brother bond together. Not that we didn't all have that, but they had an even stronger connection to one another. Joe has always looked at Nick as his little brother that he needed to take care of. Since Frankie is that much younger than us, he became more like my responsibility.

But this was starting to drive all of us nuts now. We didn't know what to do any longer. The funeral had been a week ago, and we were starting to get more and more depressed being around in the house we'd all lived together in as a happy family not long ago. We needed to get away soon. Away from Hollywood, away from the paparazzi and the fame, away from everything that reminded us of our happy times together with our parents. We didn't know where we'd go, nor what the future would bring us. But we knew that we couldn't take another day more with this. The pain was too strong, it was unbearable. I walked into the living room finding Joe on the coach. I took a seat beside him and didn't hesitate to speak. “

We have to call Big Rob, this isn't working anymore. We have to get away.” I expected Joe to get angry, to yell, to do anything but answer in a calm yet serious voice. “You're right,” he whispered. “I can't do this anymore, we can't do this anymore... it's, it's killing us.”

'Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
We finally find
you and I
Collide'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 2
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: Hurt
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Date: June 21st

Nick's POV

'I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel'

I sat in our private yet along with my brothers. Right now, there was nothing I hated more than planes. The flashbacks, the memories, the pictures, they all floated back into my mind. My whole body trembled, knowing that in a couple of minutes we would take off, and we'd be thousands of feet over the ground. But at the same time I wanted to get away, away from everything that reminded me of them. Including planes, as soon as possible. Every day was a struggle, a struggle to wake up, to eat, to move, to think, to speak...to...live.

It's a struggle to know that they weren't here anymore, wouldn't show us how to do things right, how to love and how to care. I hung my head, the feeling of being week was killing me. Our mum and dad always though us to be strong, to fight, to never give up on anything. Not hope, not faith, not love and not passion. I didn't quite know about my brothers, but I felt like I was about to disappoint them.

'I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real'

I gripped the seat rest, so hard, so tight. My knuckles turned white, I didn't care. My body sended waves of hate, love, sadness, anger, emptiness. But most of all hurt. My head slammed into the chair, my eyes stayed close, as I felt for it. I wait for it to come, the moment to crash. Instead I felt something tightening in my throat, about to explode. It's the pain. Then I screamed. But I felt someones presence in my lap, small hands holding onto my neck, so close to my chest. The screaming fadeed away. I'd thought that the person would have left if I continued screaming, but I still felt the firm grip around my neck, the soft hair that touched my jaw.

'Try to kill it all away
but I remember everything'

The picture in my bag, it's the only thing I had left. I shouldn't have brought it, but I did it anyway. For once, I hadn't kept my promise, for once I'd lied to my brothers. And I couldn't seem to find any guilt. I opened my eyes, and they momentarily connected with a pair of brown staring ones. Oh, little brother. He didn't obey to move, nor speak. I kept my gaze at his, only finding a feeling as deep as mine.

Hurt.

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 2
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: Hurt
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Kevin's POV

Along with our dozens of managers and our lawyer, we signed contracts and fixed up with all the necessary papers, and now we could finally withdraw ourselves quietly and easily from the world we once were a huge part of. But this was what we needed, this was the only way we could comprehend and deal with our situation. Right now we focused on one thing at the time, and right now that was to avoid the media and to move to what was about to be the start of our new life.

I held up the picture in my hand, the only one I'd kept. None of my brothers knew I'd kept one, we'd promised to each other that if we were to move on, we needed to put the past behind, and the pictures brought back too many painful feelings. But when I saw the picture, standing on the shelf in the kitchen, I knew that I needed to bring it with me.

It brought me somewhat closer to mum and dad in a way, it was almost like I could talk to them through the picture. Sometimes I even prayed looking at the picture and light a candle. The third time I'd done it, I could swear I'd heard mum's voice in my head, as she'd told me to be strong to look after my brothers, and then dad's voice telling me how proud they were of us, and telling me to do whatever felt right to do, trust our instincts. That was also the night I'd found out we had to get away, to get a fresh start, to try to be happy again.

But it's so hard, thinking about that they're actually never coming back. It's like all those good memories fades, leaving us with the after neath feeling of the loss. And no one can say for sure they know how to handle such a thing as loss, no one can say there's a definition how to react or how to respond. It's an individual fight with your feelings, and an individual battle against the hurt.

It takes time, time to heal, and we needed that time now. When I stepped onto our private yet, I knew that it was a step closer to the start of exactly that, and it felt like the right thing to do.


'Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 2
Part: 3
Name Of Chapter: Hurt
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Joe's POV

I looked over at Nick; oh how I hated the sight. He looked so screwed, like I didn't recognize him anymore. My gaze wandered to Kevin who had just entered the yet. He sent me a sad look, and I turned around, not wanting to let myself get drowned in the sorrow. Kevin always said that it helped to talk about the situation, but for me it didn't. I couldn't think about it if I were to continue on with my life. The pain's too deep, the scars not even remotely near healed.
If I let myself think about it too much, my scars starts to bleed again, and the pain takes over the control. I don't know how we're going to make it, damn, I don't know how I'm supposed to look at my brothers without thinking about them.

Kevin and dad are so alike, every time I see him I think of dad. And Franklin has mum's comforting eyes, and Nick...he doesn't look like them, but he has a personality to match both mum and dad, and every wise word he says reminds me of their words. I was what you could call, the outsider of the family. I didn't really fit in, I didn't have neither mum or dad's look or personality. Mum always called me the special coco nut, the one that didn't match the others, but still had a huge role in the family. I swallowed a lump in my throat, once again snapping out of the thoughts. I focused on the weather outside, and to analyze everything I saw.

Letting a hand ruffle through my black straight hair and pushing it back in place. I could still feel the scar on my forehead. Another reminder of the horrible, absolutely terrible accident a month ago. I always made sure the hair covered it, cause I couldn't face the scar when I looked in the mirror. The memories came flashing back then. Every time I heard mum and dad's voice shouting us to sit still and keep our eyes closed, I heard them telling us they loved us, I head them pray for us. They'd sacrificed their lives for us, they had gotten us out while they were left inside. Inside to explode, to burn up...to die. Guilt...that's what I felt, I felt guilty, I was blaming myself. It was my fault. If I only hadn't told them that we needed to fly back that day...

Oh God, how could you let them suffer from my mistake? It should be me, I should have been the one who died.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the sweat starting to firm on my forehead. Then I remembered the picture I'd brought with me. We had agreed not to bring any pictures that reminded us of them, but just before we'd left the house, I hurried into my room grabbing the picture by my bed post. It was a picture of me and mom and dad, taken at my first day at school. We stood outside the school building in Wyckoff, I had a pot clip, which I have to admit looked kind of corny on me.

But I was so proud, and I smiled from ear to ear. Mum and dad each held a hand around me, and I remember that dad whispered in my ear, that when I looked back on that picture one day, I'd had a lot to be proud of, cause he said that I'd become someone huge one day. I sighted, letting a single tear escape my eye. I couldn't have let that picture stay behind, even though we'd made a promise. I'd be my secret, me and mum and dad's little secret. I folded my hands in my lap. It couldn't get worse now, only better.
So I believe in tomorrow, I pray for a better day tomorrow.

The only problem is, tomorrow seems so very far away today!

'If I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way'


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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 3
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: Back Where We Belong
Lyrics: Written by Christine
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Date: June 20th

Christine's POV


'When you're longing back
to where you belong don't stop,
don't wait don't let anything get in the way
just follow your heart,
cause it will lead you back
to the place where you belong'

I breathed in, the fresh air smelled better and better every time we got here. The scent, a mix of the ocean, flowers, grass and summer. This was how it was supposed to be, this was real summer. Our own summerhouse, this year without parents and siblings. Just the two of us, me and my very best friend and second cousin. Oh how this was going to be a lovely summer. I closed my eyes, the hot south wind hitting my face, ruffling my hair. A smile played on my mouth, as I took it all in.

Nothing is like Scotland at summer time. Since I was...well, I can't really remember the first time we went to Aberdeen to spend the summer vacation, but I think my parents bought it when I was two years old. I loved absolutely everything about this place: the view, the huge garden, the small red house, the pats through the woods; especially the one that lead down to the beach and the harbor, the small hill just above our area with the great view to the sunset and sunrise. It felt like home, like we'd been on vacation for so long and now was returning back home. This was definitely going to be the best summer of my life, no doubt about that.

I laughed quietly as shivers went down my spine, before I turned around and started running into the woods, following the all too familiar pat that lead back up to the summer cabin. The sun was shining as usual, making the garden look like a little wonder paradise: the hammock, the out house, the benches, it all lit up in the light. The grass had grown, and it surrounded my legs as I hurried through it and up to the front door. “Lemonade?” A smiling Thessa said, coming down the hallway and up to the front door. I was just about to answer when I noticed her summer dress and shoes. My eyes widened.

“Did you buy another one? And those shoes look similar to the red ones you have,” I complained with a frown, taking the lemonade she offered me. “No this one is ages old, and these shoes...well, they were a must buy,” she said smiling broadly. I sipped my drink, shaking my head in disbelief. You could say we were quite the opposite. She, blond and short, having a thing for shoes and sunglasses, movies and parties. Oh, and I forgot one thing; boys. I don't think I can count how many crushes she has had. But on the other hand she hasn't had many boyfriends. Well, there's only one problem with that. She knew what she looked for in a boy, and she never found her special one who had all those abilities.

So, yeah, she was kinda hopeless on those fronts. But she was so much more, she was always there for you if you needed someone to talk to, she listened, she could make you laugh, do crazy things just for fun, and you could always count on her. You could trust her, and she knew how to support you if you were having a hard time. To describe her with three words....let's see, cheesy, hyper and energetic. The opposite of me. I was the determined and curious one, passionate and the perfectionist..whoops, that was more than three words. Well, what can I say, I like details and description. The more the better.

To be real honest, if it weren't for the fact that our mum's were cousins, that we were family, I'd never have gotten friends with her. We didn't really have any interests in common. Let's see, she liked dancing, hated rain and loved swimming and to sleep until twelve o'clock in the day. I hated dancing, loved sports, loved rain as much as sun, hated sleeping too long and loved old music and books. Actually, when I think about it, there is something we have in common. We both love drawing and painting and we're both left-handed. But that's about it. She has a taste for pizza and ice-cream, I love coffee and omelet. I'm a brunette, taller than her, but not much. I'm blaming all my latte drinking for that though.

So, why we hang out in our summerhouse together for a whole summer without parents is a good question. But the thing is, we love to spend time together, and this year neither mum or dad had a long enough vacation from work to spend the time here in Scotland and either had her parents. But of course we were not just left alone here, after all we were only sixteen. So, our parents had spoken Mr Harriet, who by the way owned this adorable little cottage just down by the ocean. He'd promised to look after us once in a while, and said he was to invite us down for some outdoor meals sometime.

We had no problem with that, Mr Harriet was the nicest old man, and we'd known him for quite a long time. He'd moved to Aberdeen after he lost his wife many years ago. He'd told us plenty of stories from his younger years, and he loved to listen to him telling us about all the adventures. Last time we were here he'd taken us to this special place not far away from his house, and he'd shown us how to get huge fishes to bite. I smiled to myself, thinking about the memories. “It's so nice to be back...God I've missed this place,” I said, my hand trailing over the old phone standing on a little desk just inside the door.

“We have to go down to Pete later, we haven't seen him in a year now. Wondering what he's up to now,” I said, a small laugh escaping my mouth. We never called him Mr Harriet really, we'd said it to him once, and he'd insisted on us calling him Pete. Only when we talked to mum or dad we spoke of him as Mr Harriet. “Totally, I've missed our long walks in the forest. Oh, and when we built that bird house last year?” I laughed again, seeing the excitement in her face. It was so weird, like every time we came up here to Scotland she changed her personality. Back home she was the prada girl in class, always going to movies, shopping, chatting, and non stop computer and phone conversations. Here she was just...Thessa.

She dragged me with her to go swimming in the middle of the night, she loved walking and discover new places in the area, fishing trips with Pete and late nights around the fire bone, heating marshmallows and playing on the guitar. Ah, it's so great to be back, I can't seem get myself to stop saying that.

'Keep your pat straight
focus on your goal
and don't think about going back
cause the place is calling,
calling out for you
not a second thought
you know what's waiting for you'


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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 3
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: Back Where We Belong
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Thessa's POV

Finally. We're here again. Wow, it feels like ages ago since the last time. I put my bag down on my bed, looking around in the little cozy room. It was the opposite of my room at home, but somehow I liked it just as much, if not even better. The pastel colored walls, the old white closet, the classic paintings, the magic little mirror as I called it, the rose candles, the soft bed. Then there was the window.

I loved to sit in the bed sometimes, just letting my gaze wander over the view from the window post. This place brought peace and calmness to my soul, it was almost like a whole new fresh start. Nothing or no one that needed your attention, no busy days where you could never sit down and think. Everything I felt like I missed at home, I found here. Drowned in my own thoughts and my own world, I suddenly heard someone appearing outside.

I came back to reality and noticed Christine coming out from the trees. I smiled to myself, jumped off the bed and made my way to the small kitchen to get us each a glass of our every year welcome drink, lemonade. This was definitely going to be a great summer, I could feel it, my whole body knew. Something very special was going to happen this year, it was going to be a fantastic summer. A little later, after getting all of our stuff unpacked and in place, we decided to head down to Pete.

He'd left a note on the door for us, and we saw it when we came this morning. He said to meet us by the harbor, he said he had a surprise for us. I was really wondering what his little surprise was going to be this time. Last year he'd shown up on the airport and had driven the two of us in his old truck through the outside of the town, showing us all the special places around here. The rest of the family had went a few days later to check out the places, of course they'd been on many of them before. But for us it was special cause we hadn't seen them before, and it was a plus to have Pete to take us.

He had a story to tell from each and every place. The most romantic one was in a meadow. We sat down in the grass and he'd told me that that was where he'd first told his wife that he loved her. Only a month after that it had been their wedding day. I totally fell in love with that meadow, and I had to remember to ask Christine if we could go back there soon. Oh, I couldn't wait for all the stuff we were to see again, and the summer had just started. We had nearly two months to enjoy ourselves, and I would definitely get a lot out of it, starting off right now.

'Finally there finally back,
back to the place you and I call home,
back to the place
where we belong'


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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 4
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: These Little Wonders
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Date: June 20th

Christine's POV

'Let it slide
let your troubles
fall behind you
let it shine
till you feel it
all around you'

I changed into a pair of old jeans shorts and a plain t-shirt before we headed down to Pete's that afternoon. I noticed that Thessa had changed as well. She wasn't wearing her usual trendy style anymore, now she was actually wearing an old denim dress and her sandals from last year. I smiled to myself, thinking about how we were different set of people when ether we were here. It was like the place changed us, like it decided how we were to be here.

And we didn't really seem to mind either of us, actually quite the opposite. We wanted the place to do it, it wasn't the same without it changing us. It was so nice with a change, not needing to think about all the problems we usually had at home, no clothes code, just us being us. I felt like a whole new person by being here, I felt free in a way. Free to do whatever I wanted, to have fun, to enjoy the moments. Lost in deep thoughts again, I heard Thessa's voice and came back to reality. “Do you remember when we helped Pete to set up these stocks? Since it took so long to walk around the huge cliff to get to his house, he built the thing and we helped him set it up?” I said and looked over at her as she started to make her way over them.

“I felt like some kind of genius when I told him we could make it,” she spoke, laughing at the memory. “I even told everyone they had to try it, so I told Pete he had to invite them over to him,” I said, and we both laughed again. “That was more awkward than pretending to be a genius, but I even hid in the bushes, making sure that everyone did try. I win.” I nodded in agreement. “You definitely do.” Right after we passed the huge oak tree, our special symbol, and when we'd gotten to his place, we knew there was only fifty meters left until we could spot his little brown house. When we came out in the clearing, we could already hear the waves hitting the stones, and we saw the familiar little house, just as we remembered it.

“Wow, it hasn't changed a bit around here,” I mumbled, as we continued walking further down the pat. “I know. He said he'd meet us where we always drink a glass of apple juice. But we've been drinking that everywhere...” My eyes popped open as they met Thessa's confused ones. “By the old broken boat. Don't you remember? The first time we tasted it was there. And he told us that joke about that being his apple juice serving location. Of course,” I said eagerly, as we sped up to turn the corner and get down to the ocean. She shook her head slightly.

“You remember everything,” she mumbled under her breath before she caught up with me again. “But what do you think he's planning...” Thessa stopped mid sentence, and we'd both stopped walking as the sight took us in. “...this time?” she finished as we still looked in awe.

'And I don't mind i
f it's me you need to turn to
we'll get by
it's the heart that
really matters
in the end'

“No way, it can't be the same thing. I mean...it was so old, and...broken.” Thessa interrupted me then. “Broken? It was completely crushed. How the heck did he managed to get it to float at all?” As we were busy talking to each other, we didn't noticed the presence of someone. “Before you ask, yes, that's the same boat I've been keeping down here. It was a real mess, but well...I had a year to get it fixed on, oh and it's completely safe. We will not sink.” We both turned quickly around to face the person behind the familiar deep voice.

“Pete,” we both squeaked as we saw him standing there, same old man. His uncut long gray hair, huge round glasses, a dirty old red working shirt and a pair of wide brown trousers. His long shirt sleeves cut just under the elbow, showing off his tanned hands. As always a smug grin played in the corner of his mouth, his brown eyes even huger than normal. He kind of reminded me of a farmer I'd seen on TV. Always working with something, never resting, like there was something depending on him all the time. Well, he didn't really have that much he needed to do though, except from all those crazy ideas he came up with all the time. We hurried to his side, giving him a big group hug.

“We've missed you Pete, it's so nice to see you again,” we said in chores. He just laughed, giving us each a pat on the head. “You only grow to look more like two young ladies every time I see you. So, I thought we could take a trip, you probably have a lot to tell me about. It's been a whole year, I need to know what's been keeping you two so busy.” We laughed, thinking about all the crazy stuff we'd been doing the past year. We got safely on board, and to our great surprise the boat was in a pretty well shape. “You did a great job on this, I gotta tell you. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it at first,” Thessa said, taking a seat in the very front. Pete started the engine, and we were soon going in a low speed further out in the ocean.

“Well, I had to entertain me somehow during the long winter so I thought why not.” I smiled, leaning over the edge and letting my hand trail the water. It was a bit cold, but it felt great on my hot fingers. “Oh, and by the way. How's Elvis doing? I have missed him so bad, we have to see him when we get back,” I said sitting back up. Elvis is Pete's adorable dog. He's Pete's only company, and his special friend. He's a golden retriever, named after Pete's favorite artist, Elvis Presley.

He's absolutely the cutest little dog, he loves to play, to swim, and to go on long walks. We always took him with us when we went for a swim on the beach. And the best thing was, that even if he was just a dog, he seemed to somehow understand when you said something to him. Last year, we'd gone for a walk together early in the morning. I couldn't sleep so I went down to Pete who was always up early, and Elvis and I went on a long walk in the forest.

We'd come to the top of a small hill where we d sat down and watched the sunrise together. I'd told him my biggest secret that day, and I can swear that he'd listened carefully to all the words I'd said. He'd leaned his head down on my lap, and I'd found great comfort in him. I snapped back to previous time as Pete answered my question. “He's actually doing great, but I can tell he's been missing his buddies. He's been dying for someone to take him for a new adventure and some games. I bet he'll knock you down at the sight of you,” Pete said, giving us a nod and a smile.

“We could take him for a swim later, oh and up to that old house we saw last year when we walked on that new pat we found. I believe the horses are still up there,” Thessa said excited. I agreed, once again bending over to let my gaze wander over the water. Deep down I could catch a glimpse of some fishes, the sun shining down in the water, making them look like they were covered in glitter. The soft see air filled my nostrils as I closed my eyes and listened to the engine work, to the birds that flew past us, and hearing parts of Thessa's and Pete's conversation. I enjoyed the moment of complete nothing, just a clear mind, no thoughts at all. This summer was absolutely going to be the best summer ever.


'All of my regret
will wash away somehow
but I cannot forget
the way I feel
right now'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 5
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: A Whole New World
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

'A whole new world
a new fantastic point of view
no one to tell us no
or where to go
or say we're
only dreaming'

Date: June 22nd

Kevin's POV

“Scotland. It's been ages since the last time we were here. It's...different, don't you think?” I said as we walked off our private yet in Aberdeen in Scotland, referring to Joe. “Mhm,” Joe answered, absently. I turned to face him, seeing his sad pale face. His eyes scanning the view, but not seeming to really catch anything in particular. I sighted, the sun hitting my face as I walked over to where our bags had been placed on the ground. Pulling my sunglasses out from my converse bag and putting them on. Right behind me Nick came, carrying a sleeping Franklin in his arms.

“The taxi should be here any minute,” our agent told us. I turned around just in time to see Joe snatch something back in his pocket. Just a second later the taxi pulled up, the driver exiting and giving us a quick nod before limping our bags in the back. “Kevin,” our agent, Harry Winifield said, pulling me aside and out of hearing from the others. “I really want you guys to work on this, to comprehend with the hard situation. It's important that you get through this.
I'm telling you cause you're the oldest. Take some time off now, think about it and call me when you know what you want to do next. I don't know how long I can let you stay here, due to the fact that both Franklin and Nick are under ages. But you have at least the summer. When you're ready you contact me, and I'll help you in the best way that I can to make this easier for you. So...again I'm so sorry that this happened and I can't begin to understand the way you're feeling right now. But we're here for you, and I know that you have friends who's here for you, and family members.”

He patted my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Take good care of your brothers and yourself and call me anytime. We'll bring you anything or anywhere if you need it. The press doesn't know where you are yet, and we'll keep it like that for now. I will, together with your uncle and manager go to the press soon and tell them calmly about the situation. We will not give them any details or information, and where you are will be referred as 'taking a break'.”

I smiled to him, giving him a nod. “Thank you Harry, for everything. We really appreciate it. I will give you a call soon, and we'll stay in touch.” He nodded back, before turning around to walk back to the yet, waving a quick goodbye to the others. “Oh, and Harry,” I called after him. He turned around, his long brown hair getting caught by the breeze, his huge black sunglasses in place.

“I will, do my best,” I vowed. He smiled slightly, before walking back onto the yet. I stood, staring at the yet as it got ready for take off once again. Then I turned and hurried over to the taxi that was just waiting for me now. This was it, now we were off to our new life, leaving the old one behind. Our fresh start, our new world. I closed my eyes for a second before stepping into the taxi. And I repeated to myself, “Scotland.” It had called to me, and I knew this was where we were supposed to be now.

'A whole new world
a dazzling place I never knew
but now from way up here
it's crystal clear that now
I'm in a whole new world'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 5
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: A Whole New World
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Joe's POV

I had no idea why we'd decided to pick Scotland, and it didn't really feel right to come back here without them. But now as we drove through the town, noticing the landscape and all the beauty, it somehow felt right anyway. I let my head rest against the window, the sun warming my black messy hair as it lay pressed up against the window frame in the cab. I looked over at my brothers, all of them quiet in their own thoughts.

I closed my eyes then, the pain in their eyes so similar to the one I felt, and I couldn't bare facing that pain more than needed right now. My whole body ached for something new, something different. I couldn't wait to get out, out in the free. To run on the beach, go for long walks in the woods, sit on top of a hill at night time and watch the stars. My mind needed a new dose of images, feelings and meanings. I'd never been good with dealing with emotions, especially not pain, sorrow and hurt. That's why I intended to distract myself, and to bury past memories deep down in me.

Things I couldn't face I kept distance from. Right now the thing I feared facing, was the reason why we came here. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder, blocking the pictures out, pressing a finger to my temple. This was going to be the longest summer in the history, and definitely the most empty-feeling-one as well. That's it, that's exactly what I was feeling now. Empty, nothing, 'nada'. I had absolutely no idea what I felt, but I could name what I didn't feel. I wasn't happy, sad, hurt, lost...I wasn't anything. And there's nothing worse than that. Cause not knowing what you feel, means you can't fix it or change it. Some times I could collapse in my room, crying my eyes out, sometimes I could get so angry that I punched on my expensive guitars, and sometimes I could just sit in my bed and stare into the air. It didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered, that's how it felt maybe. I couldn't even face my biggest joy, my music.

I tried one night just a week ago, to form the words of a song. Instead nothing came when I opened my mouth, and I knew that it had become physically and mentally impossible for me to sing. I couldn't write songs either...my problem? My two biggest inspirations were gone, gone forever. Music would never be the same for me, and singing was still my worst night mare. I just couldn't do it, I couldn't make myself do it. I opened my eyes again and rested my down-toned gaze on Franklin and Nick. It was easy to read Frankie, he was a kid for God's sake. He was confused, broken, he had no idea why this had happened, how this could happen to him. That was the worst, watching his little child face, filled with so much sorrow and pain.

His eyes, always alive and full of energy; now they looked so sad. He looked up at me, noticing me staring at him, and he reached out and grabbed my larger hand in his small soft one. I gave him a slight smile, and he rested his head against my left arm still holding a firm grip at my hand. After a while, I thought he'd fallen asleep when I suddenly heard his whispering voice speak to me.

“Joe?” he asked hesitantly. I snapped out of my thoughts immediately and looked down at him. “Yes?” I answered, my voice low and soft as his. “What's going to happen now?” That caught me off for a moment. What's going to happen now? What is going to happen now? I looked away, out of the window and I noticed that we were almost there. I recognized the small pattern, the huge oak trees and the few deserted houses. It was the same question that'd went through my head ever since the day it happened. But I'd never found an answer to it.

My gaze went back to his, and I saw him waiting for me to say something. That crushed my heart. I was his big brother, he looked up to me, and he expected a solution, an answer; and I was going to disappoint him. Cause I didn't have an answer, no solution.

“Frankie...” I started but trailed off. “I...I don't-...” I had to turn around, I couldn't bare to see his face when I disappointed him, to see the little he had of hope disappear. “I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen,” I murmured, the last sentence I said more to myself than to him. I guess none of us really knew, we had just take one day at a time now. We would just wait for something. That's all we could do, all we could handle.
And it was enough...for now at least.

'Every turn a surprise
every moment red-letter
I'll chase them anywhere
there's time to spare'


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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 5
Part: 3
Name Of Chapter: A Whole New World
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Nick's POV

The long drive made me even more tired than I'd been. I kept running my hand through my curls, my gaze always out the window. I looked at the cars that passed us, the people who walked by. I looked at their faces mostly: there was a lady holding her son in her arms, and she smiled at him. They were happy, she was happy. She probably had a husband, a family, a job, a perfect life. My head fell down in my hands. I couldn't even face normal happy people anymore, it only reminded me more of what we had had, what we had lost.

Sometimes I just wished that I could disappear, get away from everything and everyone. But I couldn't, the closest to a new start was here. The taxi finally pulled up to a huge villa. We'd been driven through the forest for a good long while. The last time we had been here on a summer vacation had been ages ago; I was only four or five then and I could barely remember anything of the place. The white house was still standing there, broadly and elegant. It was like it said, 'Welcome, here's your new life'.

I ripped my eyes away from it and started to take in the view, the meadow and the surroundings in particular. Scotland; this was Scotland. Not New York or Texas, not California or Hollywood. No skyscrapers or huge buildings, no over-populated areas and masses of people, fans, screaming girls or rich men in suites to deal business with. No cameras or screens to shoot, or benefits or concerts to perform. No one depended on us here. No pressure, or rush of time.

Just Aberdeen: quiet and nice, and so close to nature. Then, out of nowhere this strange feeling crept into my body. And I knew that this was the right place to be, it was here we were to find ourselves again. No distractions from the old world we'd been a part of. A feeling I hadn't felt in ages took it's place. I was...optimistic. Stepping out of the taxi I got handed my bag, but I didn't really notice the others. My eyes, my mind and my body were all focused on the landscape I was facing. A pair of enormous trees to my left, a pat that disappeared behind them, a birdhouse on the porch, uncut grass everywhere.

The sound of true nature captured my soul, and without hesitation I dropped my bags and sprinted up to the front door. For a moment all my earlier fears, all the pain, it all swept away, leaving me with the feeling of a new fresh beginning. But as fast as it had appeared it disappeared again. Once my eyes landed on the familiar picture in the hallway my heart sunk again. Leaning away from the window I kept my head down as I slowly made my way over to get my stuff again. Joe seemed distracted with something, fumbling through one of his own bags. Kevin and Franklin stood by the taxi driver as Kevin explained something to him and payed him for the ride. Biting my underlip, I stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do next.

It was actually only six o'clock in the morning, we'd been flying all night. But somehow I all of a sudden didn't feel tired at all any more. Then I decided to go for a walk, I could follow the pat I'd seen. “I'll be back soon. Just checking out the place, I can't really remember anything from the last time I was here,” I explained to Joe who stood nearby. He just nodded, still fumbling in his bag. Leaving my things by the others, I went off in the direction where the pat started. After only have walked for a minute or two, the forest opened up in front of me and my feet hit something soft.

Sand.

I was on the beach, of course, now I remembered. I took my shoes off quickly, running further down to the water. The sun was just rising over the horizon, and it hit my face as I looked up, taking in the moment. It was so breath taking, the amazing view of the sunrise and the waves, the red-orange-yellow light. For a good five minutes, maybe longer, I stood there, frozen in place, watching.

Concentrating on breathing in and out, I finally unfroze from my position and slowly walked all the way down to the cold awaiting water. My feet only touching it for a split second before I pulled back. Without warning I felt the tears sting in my eyes. I never felt this weak, not even after I got diagnosed with diabetes I'd felt so...so incredible awful, down and miserable as now. I couldn't even control my own feelings.

Shutting my eyes tight, I fell slowly down on my knees, the marble soft sand catching me. My fits grabbing a handful of it, throwing it into the blank water of the ocean. A few tears escaped the corner of my eyes and rolled down to my jaw line. My bottom lip quivered, and all the sudden rush of different emotions got the best of me. Looking out over the ocean, the sun reflecting in the water and I could swear I saw them standing there.

...mum...
dad.....

Even weaker than before, sobs ripped through my body, sending me down to all four, though I still managed to keep my head up. “Why,” I whispered, referring to the picture of them on the sky. I didn't get any answer. More tears streaked down my face, making my sight blurry. “Why, oh why,” screaming this time. “It's not fair, mum, it's not fair,” I stammered. “Dad, you were supposed be here, now and-...always,” my voice only a whisper now.

“You promised, you promised.”

I didn't notice the presence of someone else before I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and torso, pulling me up from the ground. Now angry tears escaped my eyes, as I turned to face my brother. But I got shocked when I saw his own face, the tears trailing down his cheeks as well. I tried to form words, but my lips trembled so bad now. I was about to turn away from him again, when his hands instantly went up and took a firm hold on my upper arms, keeping me from moving. I shook my head in anguish, still fighting his grip. “Nicky...”

I found my voice then, and it came out stronger than I had thought it would. “Don't call me that, you have no right to,” I said in a stone cold tone, but yet weak voice, looking my brother deep in the eyes. He didn't seem offended, or slightly hurt or confused. He only kept his wide open gaze lingering at me. He took an even better hold of my sides, pressing me close to his body. At first I fought against the embrace, struggling to get free from his firm grip, but soon Joe's hands started rubbing my back and I fell against him.

My body wouldn't comprehend any longer, and sect lost comfort in my brothers strong arms. So I stood there, crying into Joe's shoulder, and screamed my uncontrolled 'no's' over and over. Joe didn't complain a single time, didn't say anything or do anything else than hold me. His body quivered ever so slightly, but he never showed any sign of emotion other than that. Yet I somehow knew his own perfect brown and loving orbs that all the girls fell madly in love with, were glassy and watery.

After what seemed like ages, I stopped crying, stopped screaming, but I still had my arms rested loosely around Joe. My weakness started to disappear, and other thoughts filled my mind. We were in a new place now, we could work this out somehow. The more optimistic side of me came through the weak side once again, and built a firm wall this time. I wasn't going to have another mental breakdown, instead I was going to work on getting past it.

It wouldn't be easy, it would take a long time, and the scars would never be really healed. But I was going to build strength in myself, I was going to make it. We were all going to make it. A whole new world had opened up to us, and we were going to take the offer. We were going to get through this. And heaven helped us, God was going to help us...and mum and dad was going to help us.

“We're going to be fine, time will make it better. This place will. And they'll be with us in our hearts. I know it, I know it Joe.” My voice grew stronger as I spoke. Joe didn't reply, but I felt him nodding his head. I pulled away from him, our eyes meeting once again, my brown glassy ones and his lighter brown. He lifted his hand, giving my shoulder a soft squeeze before we both turned to watch a new day starting here in north, in Scotland.

Our first day here, the place we would be staying at for now. It felt so safe being here, like we were closer to mum and dad. My gaze never left the beautiful view as I spoke. “Joseph, I think it was our destiny to go here. I don't think it was Kevin that told us...I think it was mum and dad,” I whispered. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a smile tugged on Joe's mouth, his eyes also never leaving the view.

“Little brother, it was mum and dad. I know.” A slight smile formed on my mouth as well, and I leaned my head to rest on his shoulder. Another pair of arms suddenly wound around my neck and I looked up to see Kevin, and on Joe's side stood Franklin. Kevin gave both of us a nod and a weak smile, before we all turned to watch the sun rising further up on the sky.

“Can they see us now you think?” Frankie's sweet voice said. We all turned our heads in his direction. “Yes they can,” all three of us said in chores. “They're watching carefully over us, all the time,” I added, before we became silent again. Everything felt so much more right now, standing here with my brothers. Even if none of us said anything.

The moments speak broader than words...always!

'A whole new world
that's were we'll be'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 6
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: Times Are A'Changing
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Date: June 25th

'Come gather 'round people
wherever you roam
and admit that the waters
around you have grown'

Nick's POV

The days passed by in slow motion. It wasn't so hard to act normal any longer, but it didn't change the fact that nothing was normal. I was getting to the point where my imagination was taking over control. I sat all day, daydreaming about stuff. I read books, I wrote poems and short novels where I expressed my feelings.

I did everything, except things with the magic word; music. I avoided the whole subject. I'd started reading a book yesterday, and when it'd suddenly hit me that it was about someone who died for their music, I'd ran down to the shore, and thrown the book in the water in pure overwhelm. As I'd watched it floating away, slowly falling apart I'd finally been able breathe normally again.

I wasn't going insane, it was just how I dealt with the situation, and no one blamed me. The empty hole in my chest stayed there, and made it harder for me to be around my brothers. Most of the days I spent alone. I went for a walk every morning, the amazing nature always blinding me with it's beautify. Sometimes I went down to the ocean, watching the birds that flew near the water surface, and threw small flat stones in the water.

I tried not to think about everything that had happened, I tried to stop myself from imagine what we would be doing right now if the yet flight never had crashed...if they hadn't...disappeared.

Would we be the same happy family?
Would Joe and Kevin and I be performing 'Lovebug' or maybe 'Shelf' for thousands of screaming fans right now?
Would mum have been there, giving me a hug and telling me everything was going to be alright?
Would dad be backstage making sure everything was doing fine?
Would I turn to my brothers and smile, and see their happy faces light up as well?
Would we still be living the dream of our lives instead of being in our worst nightmare?

Pictures of it started popping up in my head. I saw Frankie, grinning and attacking me. I saw Joe, joking and laughing and being hyper, I saw Kevin; smiling and talking in the phone. And I saw mum and dad, holding hands and staying close together while watching us. Then suddenly all the pictures disappeared, and my head shot up when I heard a voice. Nicholas, Nicholas honey. Listen to me. I couldn't believe what I heard. The voice in my head was so strong..so alive.

“Mum?” I whispered, my breath stuck in my throat as I held back a dry sob.

I need you to stay strong okay? Your brothers need you to be strong, and we need you to be strong. We'll always be looking after you. Now promise me you will do as I tell you Nicholas. I was still sitting in horror, my hands trembling in the late afternoon breeze. I just nodded, not able to form a word.

If you come down here later tonight, right on this same place, you'll see a man. He'll be sitting right here, and he can help you. Trust this man Nicholas, listen to him. We can't keep staying here for long...we're slowly fading. This will be the last time you'll see us. It was dad's voice speaking this time. I hurried to my feet, not even caring to brush the sand off my legs. My whole body was shivering as my eyes blinked a few times.

Then I saw them, appearing out in the water as last time. Only this time they both smiled at me.
We know we can trust you Nicholas...you'll do the right thing. You can do this Nicholas, you're so incredible strong...we know you can do this. Do it for yourself, do if for your brothers...and do it for us.

Like something was stuck in my throat I choked, before a whimper came out of my mouth. “I'm...I'm not, not strong enough. Mum, I-I don't know if I can...dad, what w-h-a-t if...” I spoke, my voice trembling so hard which made me stammering. On the verge of tears as they spoke again, I ran even closer to the water...closer to the sight of them. I wanted to pull them both into a hug, tell them how I missed them, and how they couldn't leave. But I couldn't. I couldn't reach them. Yet I kept walking until the water hit my ankles.

Trust your inner strength son... dad's voice said, so calm and soft as always. Now we have to leave. Just know, and never forget how much we love you. I'm so sorry we can't always be there for you, help you and support you as you now will grow up. Tell the others as well. Tell Franklin dear that we'll always be in his heart, and he'll always be in ours. Tell Joseph that we still have faith in him, and that we still sing for him in our hearts. Tell Kevin that we're proud of him, tell him that he's the miracle who grew to be such a great person. And Nicholas, we still believe they will find a cure for you one day sweetheart. We love all four of you so, so much and we'd give anything to come back to you. Trust us in that. We never wanted to leave you, but we don't have a choice.

The tears streamed down my face now, as I watched their faces disappear. And I nodded. “I promise you mum and dad, I promise you. I love you too, so much. And Frankie and Joseph and Kevin also. I will do my best, we will do our best. I promise.” The words were just a whisper, but they heard me anyhow. They smiled.

Until we meet in heaven...

“Until we meet in heaven,” I repeated, while the sobs escaped my lips. Then they were gone. I cried even harder as I watched their faces fade away before I was left by myself again. I took a few more steps forward, shaking uncontrollably as the sobs broke through my body. My legs and long gray pants wet, and my skin so cold I could barely feel my legs. Still I couldn't move. I lifted my head and looked up at the stars.

And suddenly the sobs stopped, the tears dried, and my body grew stronger than ever. It all happened so sudden, I couldn't even catch my breath before I realized what had happened. I didn't know if it was really me, I think that it was God that gave me it; the courage and strength. He was the one holding me up. Cause suddenly I knew how – how I was going to make it, what I had to do.

I found myself smiling up at the sky.

“I will make you proud mum and dad, I will make you proud.” The times were about to change for real. And this time I knew that I could handle it. Cause mum and dad and God had just given me the belief and power and strength I needed. Now I just had to keep believing. And I had indeed someone I needed to talk to.

'If your time to you
is worth saving
then you better start swim '
or you'll sink like a stone'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 6
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: Times Are A'Changing
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Kevin's POV

I sat in the paddock behind our huge white summer villa, strumming on an old guitar. I'd found it in a closet in my room actually, and I guessed it was uncle Brown's from the time when he always came out here during his vacations. Then he died, I was only four then, which obviously meant that Joseph couldn't remember him, and Nick and Frankie weren't even born. I didn't remember too much about him, only that he always joked around, and played guitar.

But even as strange as he'd been, he'd always spoken true wise words, and I'd used to go to him when ether I'd felt sad or down. So I guess we all had some of him in us; Joseph got his weird sense of humor, Frankie his serious but still comforting face, Nick his ability to speak wise words, and well...I probably got his guitar skills. Or at least parts of it. Cause no one could play the guitar as old uncle Brown had could.

I'd sat and stared at him as he'd played, for hours, even at an age of four. It'd fascinated me. I sighted heavily, got up and headed back to the house. It was getting dark by now, the air colder as the night was coming up. Nick had been out the whole day, just like yesterday and the day before that. At first it'd concerned me, I didn't like the fact that he was out alone. But I knew Nicholas, and this was just his way to comprehend.

While I could make time pass by playing the guitar, he needed to think and be alone. Franklin needed to have things to do, so we tried to keep him busy with something all the time, so that he didn't need to think about it too much. It was harder with Joe though. He didn't really know how to deal with it. He didn't have something to rely on, something he could do to ease something such as pain. But he tried his best, and that was more than good enough for now. So mostly it was Joseph who hung out with Frankie, while Nick and I kept to ourselves now and then.

I went back inside, and found the house dark and quiet. Furiously I brought the guitar to my room before heading into the living room, the saloon and the two hallways, with no luck in seeing my brothers. “Joe?” I called, heading upstairs to look for them. When I didn't get any reply, I noticed that the house was actually pretty quiet. I was just about to ask myself where they possibly could be, when I titled my head inside Franklin's room and spotted two bodies tangled up in each other on the bed. A night lamp hanging over the bed was lit, and I could only barely make out their faces in the limp light that was shining. My lips turned upwards in a weak smile as I adored my brothers for a moment.

They looked so peaceful, all the emotions washed away from their faces, leaving them with an angel posture and smooth features. Joe had one hand protectively around Frankie, who had snuggled into Joe's chest. The two of them had become close after we'd gotten here. I might just have found Joe's way to deal with all this after all. Franklin. Being with him and playing with him I think helped Joe a lot right now. Joseph was the kind of person who couldn't just sit down and think it over and over, he couldn't face all the truth of sadness.

He needed some distraction, someone to act normal around him, someone who didn't talk about it or remind him about it. That's why he was hanging with Franklin. Frankie was just a child, he couldn't go around day after day and drown himself in sorrow. Kids needed to think about other stuff, have random things going on. It was a huge change for him, us moving and acting so differently towards each other and things. Now he found something he could do, and he could do it together with Joe.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the front door being closed downstairs. Nick was back. Taking in the sight once more, I turned out the lamp and closed the door softly as not to make any noise that might wake them up. Heading downstairs again I got met by a slight shock. There's something about Nick's face, something was different. I couldn't really put it into words, but he seemed...I didn't know...but what was that in his eyes?

Hope, excitement?

He seemed so...focused or something. His eyes shone like the stars themselves, his cheeks slightly red from the sudden temperature change. His jaw wasn't that tense anymore, and his body looked stronger. But what shoved even more was that other feeling. Belief. Then he took me by surprise again, smiling at me.

“Kevin, it's going to get better now, I know it, I can feel it. It's going to be alright, we're going to be alright. We can do this...we're brothers.” I kind of looked at him in awe, my mouth hung open. Right now he looked like an angel, who had just gotten a message from God about bringing joy. He stepped closer, still staring me directly in the eyes. “It's all changing now, changing for the better.” I took a step closer to him as well, my voice coming out only as a whimper.

“You're right. We will be fine, we will make it. I promise...This is not going to break us...ever.” He was in my arms then, hugging me tight, resting his forehead against mine. For a second we both kept our eyes shut, taking in the new strong feeling that was building up inside us. Then we both opened our eyes, staring into each others for a while. No words could've been said then...the moment said it all. As brothers we'd come into this, as brothers we would make it out, and deal with it, and as brothers we would be alright.

After all, we had each other.

'For the times
they are a'changing'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 6
Part: 3
Name Of Chapter: Times Are A'Changing
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Joe's POV

I woke up with a start, another dream...no, nightmare had taken the place in my sleep. I nearly forgot where I was, when I noticed the figure beside me, cuddled up to my chest. Slowly I lifted him off of me, placing him softly down on the bed and wrapped him into the sheets. I placed a quick kiss on his forehead before getting up and walking downstairs. I heard my brothers voices before I reached the dining room, and found them sitting close together, talking about something in low voices. My appearance seemed to get their attention, and they both turned to face me.

Confusion crept over me when I saw their faces, they looked...happier, maybe. I frowned, taking a seat on the opposite side of them. Kevin sent Nick a look, and he nodded back. “Jos-,” Nick said, apparently referring to me.

“Don't think I've turned crazy or anything, but when I was down on the beach a few hours ago I saw this light over the ocean. I really thought I'd gone mental or something at first, when I saw mum and dads faces...” he trailed off, looking at me with doubtful eyes for a second, watching my reaction. I winced slightly when he said mum and dad, but I kept my composure straight.

“And they spoke to me, in my head. I heard everything so clearly. And they told me all this stuff I was supposed to bring over to you.” He kept his eyes down this time, but I saw a slight smile playing on his mouth. Kevin kept staring at me, noticing my every move and every feeling that surrounded my face. My gaze was set on Nick's folded hands that rested on the table while he continued. “They told me that we have to be strong, we have to make it through this. They believe in us, they trust us to be alright. Joe...they have faith in you, still, they really d-...” I stopped him, my hand reaching out to rest on top of his folded ones, hard and fast.

“No,” I whispered.

I felt anger build up inside me, as I met Kevin's pleading stare. He hadn't said a word to me since I'd entered the room. “You have to believe what I'm telling you Joseph...” Nick said, his voice low but still strong. My teeth bit down on my underlip, stopping it from trembling. “Why?” I whimpered, not even positive he'd caught it. “Why should I?” I repeated, a little louder this time. And that's when I gasped, my hand going straight to cover my mouth, as my eyes were wide open. Nick had lifted his gaze, staring right into my eyes.

And his eyes shone like two bright stars, and it felt like I his whole soul shone through.

Listen to your brother Joseph Adam, he's right... My head snapped around, as I looked for the source of the angelic, melodic voice that I'd longed to hear for so long now.

Dad.

It was dad's voice. But it was so low, so weak. “They're nearly gone now Joe. They have to go. But they'll keep watching over us, and so will God. We love you son, we will always carry you in our hearts. Be strong... The voices of both mum and dad spoke this time, but now it was nothing more than a hushed whisper, and I knew they were gone when the last word drifted off. I hadn't noticed the water in my eyes, before I looked up again, meeting my brothers tearful ones. They had heard something as well, they had heard mum and dads last goodbye.

'Keep your eyes wide
the chance wont come again
don't speak too soon
cause the wheel's still in spin'

I stood up abruptly, and my brothers did as well. There were no need for words, when I threw myself into Nick's arms, and wrapped an arm around Kevin's back. It had hit me now, everything. We weren't strong enough apart, but together we were. From now on we would be as one, as a family again. Cause even if mum and dad weren't here with us, they would always be in our hearts, telling us right and wrong apart, giving us love and support and keep us as one family.

We didn't have much in common when it came to the dealing of the situation, but one thing we all had at least. Our hearts all held a piece of them, and that's what made us realize that that bond could keep us together. The fire in our hearts could never be taken away, cause as long as we lived, it would be there. Sometimes maybe buried deep down, but it would always be there. Many people might think it was insane, but they didn't know what it was like, so they had no right to judge.

'Don't criticize what
you can't understand'

It really felt like from this very moment we were starting off for real, leaving the past behind and the present in await. Everything felt so much more right. They had led us to the right place; mum and dad had brought us here for us to realize what we had realized today. Now it was changing, changing for the better. And I somehow knew that we now could eventually make it.

Not today or tomorrow, or next month, but one beautiful day!

'The line it is drawn
the curse it is cast
the present now will later be past,
for the times
they are a'changing'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 7
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: Have You Ever Seen The Rain
Lyrics: Have you ever seen the rain- by CCR
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Date: June 25th

'There's a calm before the storm
It's been coming for sometime'

Nick's POV

Later the same night, I sneaked out of the house. Kevin, Joseph and Franklin slept peacefully, and no one noticed my absence. Wearing only a t-shirt and sweats I hurried down the pat to the beach. It was completely black, and I tripped about three times through the short walk down to the ocean. The soft breeze from the ocean took me in and ruffled through my curls. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering a little from the cold summer air. The moon was out, and the stars could be seen on the clear night sky.

Walking along the beach, the moon lightening up the pat, I came to notice a figure moving. My eyes focused immediately and I hurried forward. I soon saw that it was a dog that I'd spotted, and it was running towards me now. I smiled, bending down to pat it lightly on the head.

“Hi there buddy,” I whispered. The fur so soft and nice. The dog reminded me a lot of the dog we'd had when I was seven, Coco. I went from my guess that it was a golden retriever of some kind. It nuzzled around my legs a few time before barking out. “Elvis, get back here,” I heard a dark man's voice call, before he appeared from behind the trees in the woods. The dog, who happened to be Elvis ran up to the man who came closer. “Good boy, good boy,” he told him, giving him a quick pat. As he came closer I could finally see the face of the person.

He looked about sixty years old, had long gray hair and his skin held a nice tanned look. His huge brown eyes met mine, and he nodded slowly. “What is a young boy like you doing out on this time of the night?” he asked with his dark and raspy voice in a Scottish accent. I swallowed as I thought about what to reply. “I'm...well,” I took a deep breath before continuing in a more confident voice. “I just needed to clear my head a bit. May I ask who you are?” The man seemed to be hiding a smirk as he took yet another step closer. Now the light from the moon shone on his posture, making shadows under his eyes. But he still looked friendly to me.

“You're a Brown aren't you?” I was slightly confused and frowned. “Oh, no wait...hmm, was it Backer?” I stood still, trying to wrench my brain to understand. Then it hit me. Backer was my grandfathers last name, and he was uncle Brown's dad. He was talking about uncle Brown of course. “Oh, my uncle's name was Brown...he lived here before.” He gave me a slue look. “I knew your uncle very well, and I see you young man have something in common with him,” he laughed quietly. “I can tell something is bothering you by the look upon your face. But wait, you're not the niece I met all those years ago...” I looked questionably at him for a second. “Oh, that was probably my older brother, Kevin. He's the only one who was born when Brown was still alive.” The man nodded thoughtful, before he smiled.

“Maybe I should introduce myself, I'm Peter Harriet but you can call me Pete. And this one here is Elvis. I live just a ten minutes walk from here down by the shore. But now I'm really curious about you mister. I suppose you're stayin' in the summerhouse? It's such a lovely villa ya've got there. Your uncle always constructed on it, bulit and came up with all these new ideas, never satisfied enough, always wanting to have somethin' new to it when ether his sister and husband came visiting. I believe she's your mum. Denise right?”

I looked down at my feet, mumbling a quiet yes. I waited for a while, for him to say something, ask more questions. I moved my gaze up to see him standing down by the water. “What do you say we go for a walk and you can tell me all about it. I can see that there's a long story behind all this.” He didn't turn to me when he asked and I appreciated his way to bring this up. I walked down to him, and we started our trip over the beach with Elvis in the lead all the time.

I told him my story, while he listened carefully to everything I said. Not once did he stop me to ask anything, or sympathize. I was relieved to find comfort in telling this man about it, it was almost like I'd known him for all my life instead of only an hour. He kept his gaze straight forward, and I don't know if he noticed my tears or if he was giving me some kind of privacy, but I appreciated it anyway. After what seemed like an eternity I'd told him everything that had happened. I did tell him we were in a popular teen band but not that we were The Jonas Brothers. What I didn't tell him about though, was about my brothers, or their reactions to this terrible thing that had happened. That explanation was enough for him. The beach came to an end, and suddenly he stopped dead on his tracks, turning to me for the first time since we'd started walking.

“Nicholas, I want you to know that what happened to you and your brothers wasn't suppose to happen. But accidents like that occur, too often I'm afraid. But this I want you to know. Even if someone's gone in your life, they'll always be here in a way. I'm an old man now, and when your uncle passed away many years ago, I remember him telling me that if I ever met someone in his family after he was gone, I were to tell him about it. You see, if there's someone close to your heart, they'll always be sure to come back and hear your voice. I wouldn't doubt he's here watching the two of us right now. As well as your mum and dad.” He sighted, putting an arm on my shoulder leading me the same direction we came from.

'It'll rain a sunny day
shining down as water'

“Now now, I'll tell ya my story as well, and then we're equal,” he chuckled patting me lightly before letting go. And it was nice, he seemed to understand my issue in talking too much on the subject so he moved on. I listened carefully as he began. He told me about his childhood, growing up here in Scotland. He told me about his burning desire to be close to nature, and how he loved birds and to spend time fishing. Since I'd told him we played in a band he told me how he took piano lessons as a kid, and how he never got any good, but still loved the sound of the tangents.

His favorite composer was Beethoven, followed closely by Mozart and Wagner. He also told me about old days and life here before. I listened closely as he told me his life story. “But music is something,” he added after awhile. I smiled to myself, thinking back at all those great moments where my family and I had just sat and listened to music. Music was everything, yet just such a little detail.

“Everything is music: the sunrise, the dawn, the waves, the wind in the trees,” he said, his gaze set on the moon before moving out to the horizon line.

“And music is everything,” I added with a low voice.

He just nodded and kept the speed up. We walked in silence again before he broke it. “So...your two brothers...” I cut him off there. “Three actually. I have a younger one as well,” I said matter of fact. He looked at me then, quickly before turning his head again. “Tell me about them. How old are they?”

'I wanna know
have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 7
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: Have You Ever Seen The Rain
Lyrics: Have you ever seen the rain- by CCR
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Date: June 26th


Kevin's POV


I woke up with a start. I lifted one hand to block out the sudden morning light as I took in my position. I lay squeezed into the wall, my pillow on the floor while the sheets hung loosely around me. I groaned, before getting up and heading over to the window. My room as well as Frankie's lay on the west side of the house, which meant we only had sun in the afternoon and evening.

It was an abnormally cold day, and the freezing wind caught my hairs on my arms, and they raised in agony as I opened the window. What time was it? It looked like the sun had just seen the day, as it titled up from the horizon in east. I turned to grab the clock on my nightstand, and groaned again. 6.47.

I lay back down on my bed, but after trying to get back to sleep for a good ten minutes I gave up and went out in the hallway. It was quiet, and I assured the others were still sleeping. I got dressed and went down to the kitchen. But for once I wasn't in the mood for a cup of coffee. I just needed to get out, needed some fresh air. I put my sneakers on, a college sweater and left the house. Outside my mind finally woke up, and I took in the surroundings once again. It was beautiful out here; it was a place where you could find peace.

Giving the house another look, I went off to the familiar pat I explored every time we got here. Not that I didn't knew where it led, or something, it was just that it was like a tradition for me to do it. And I hadn't been here in quite a few years now, so a refreshing wouldn't hurt. Lost in deep thoughts, which I was a lot these days, I didn't notice the presence of someone else, before something soft and fury stroke against my arms. I shoot out of my thoughts and snapped my head around. I got even more startled as I looked down and saw the cutest dog circling me. The fur shiny and blondish, so I guessed it was some kind of retriever, not that I knew much about dogs. That was more of Nick and Frankie's thing.


I was just about to ask myself why there was a dog here in the woods all alone, when I got my answer. Cause walking out from the trees and into the clearing where I stood, came a young girl. I'd guess she was about Nick's age, she had half long brown hair, blue/green eyes and was about 1.70 tall. A smile was plastered on her face, her eyes round and bright and shone up. Her skin color was a mix of tanned and normal.

She wore a long sleeve white t-shirt and a thin blue jacket, a pair of old jeans and black hiking shoes. She laughed quietly, and I guessed it was because of my very weird facial expression. It was a little too early for me for this kind of action. But I recovered quickly, and gave her a weak smile back. The dog hurried to her side as she stopped a few meters away from me.


“I see I wasn't the only one who decided to go for a morning walk?” she said lightly, her voice had a very comforting tone, and held a British accent. I put my hands in my pockets before answering. “It's a nice morning.” she smiled again, before sneaking out her hand. I grabbed it and shook it firmly and polite. “Christine,” she said. “I'm...Kevin,” I said after hesitating for a second.

I actually kinda waited for her to stop me and like, wait, you're Kevin Jonas right? From the Jonas Brothers?....

But she didn't, she just smiled back before adding. “Its nice to meet you. Do you live here nearby?” I shook my head. “No, actually I'm here on a summer vacation. I'm staying in a summerhouse my family and I own, just down this pat. I've been here a couple of times before, but not in the last years. And you live here?” She smiled before speaking.

“No, I'm also on vacation. I'm staying in a summer cabin just down by the shore, my cousin and I are staying here for the summer.” I smiled as well.

“Oh I see, so we're both half strangers here in a way then.” She laughed then before agreeing.

“Yeah, I guess so.” The dog yelped then, probably bored for the amount time of stopping. Christine turned her head slightly, before frowning. “I guess someone's eager to get going. But it was nice meeting you Kevin. You should head down to our place sometime, we'd love some company. There's really not that many people around in this area.” She seemed really kind, and I took the offer right away. “Yeah, sure, I'd love to. Maybe I could bring my brothers or something as well.” She nodded. “Of course, I'd love to meet them as well. Anyway have a nice day Kevin. See you around then,” she said, in a friendly tone before hurrying after the dog.

“Elvis, come back here,” she called out as she disappeared in between the trees again. I stood for a while, watching the spot on the trail where she had went. She looked like the sweetest and kindest person I'd met in a long time. It was like when she talked, she made my mind almost forget about our previous lives as rock stars. Almost. It was so nice to talk to some people who didn't constantly remind you of someone who wasn't around anymore, or someone who was only interested in the fame.

She was so...normal, random. As I walked back to the house, I caught myself staring at the birds standing in the bushes, singing. I didn't know for sure, but I had a feeling that there was something to this girl. It was like when I first saw her, I felt like I'd known her my entire life for some reason. It was something about the look in her eyes, the way she acted and spoke. I just couldn't put it into words. But I definitely knew that in the moment I met her, something was about to change.

I hadn't noticed that it had started raining, before I felt heavy raindrops hit my forehead. But it was good rain, and the sun still shined through some clouds. I don't know for how long I kept standing there, a half smile playing in the corner of my lips, as the rain poured softly down from the sky.


'It'll rain a sunny day
washing away
for a new start
It'll rain a sunny day'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 7
Part: 3
Name Of Chapter: Have You Ever Seen The Rain
Lyrics: Have you ever seen the rain- by CCR
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

Date: June 25th


Joe's POV

'I don't want to leave the bed today,' was my first thought as I woke up.

It was raining outside, like an invitation that said, stay in bed. So I did. I closed my eyes and shifted so that I lay on my side, facing the wall. I pictured a meadow, a green free meadow with lots of colorful flowers of all kind, with trees around, shielding it from the world. It was a happy place, filled with love, with lust and desire. Then another picture came up in my head. Heaven...not really heaven, cause no one knows or can even try to picture a place such as heaven, but it had the same benefits. Then there was a melody in my head, so soft, so incredible sweet.

Like a lullaby, only that when it got mixed with the light tapping of the raindrops on the window it sounded so indescribable. I just wanted to get drowned in it, in my imagination, in my thoughts. But then so sudden, that it startled me, everything changed. The pictures turned to black, the melody drifted away. It was like I tried to catch it back, but was stuck behind with the emptiness, blackness and the silence. I saw a face, so broken. Only when it disappeared again I understood who It'd been.

Mummy.

Then there was a hand, it reached out for me from the black. Then it was gone, and I remembered the familiar ring I'd seen on it.

Daddy.

I winced, taking a step back. Suddenly I was on a plane, but something was terrible wrong. We weren't flying, we were going downwards in an incredible speed. NO! My brain said, and I tried to get out of my seat. I had to save them, I had to do something. I fumbled with the buckled, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

You can't do anything Joseph. There's nothing you can do to change it, to stop this. I didn't listen to them, I just cried out when I saw their faces. They looked stone hard, so ready to disappear, to die.

Don't give up, fight. Don't do this, don't die, don't die. Mummy...daddy. Their faces stayed just as cold and hard as before, their eyes looked almost...dead. They were giving up, giving in to death. I slung myself forward, but couldn't get closer to them. At the same time they drifted further away as well, leaving me alone. Stuck.

“NO.” But then I saw a light, and I came to notice that I was on the floor. It took me a second to figure out what that had just happened. It had been a dream, no a nightmare. Just a nightmare. But it felt so real, the pain felt so real, their faces...their voices. I swallowed a lump in my throat. My hands balled into hard fits. I heard a voice, and my head snapped up, and suddenly I was out of the dream. The sight in front of me now made me fight to hold the tears back.

'Through the circle
fast and slow
It can't stop I wonder'

I motioned for him to come over to me, but he didn't move. He just stood there, shocked and sad. His small hands against the door frame, his round brown eyes huge. I got up quickly walked over to him, and bent down to his level. “Are you going to die as well?” his little voice whispered. Then I took him close, pressed his head to my chest. “I'm never going to leave you little man. I promised mum and dad I was going to take care of you. I'm not going anywhere...” his words stung my heart. He'd heard my screams, he'd heard me saying their names. I still held him close, and I felt him starting to relax a bit.

“When we were on the plane, mummy promised me something,” he said in a small voice. I leaned back to look him in the eyes. “She promised me that everything would be all right. Joe, is everything going to be alright?” The tears that had started to form in my eyes I blinked away frantically. I nodded before giving him a weak smile. “It will eventually, hey, mum always keeps her promises,” I said a little playfully and punched him light in the shoulder. He smiled back, his eyes going back to be those cute puppy kinda looking brown eyes. He had those from Nick. Then he got a little serious look back on his face. “But why is Nick always outside? Why is he always crying at nigh?” That took me off for a moment, and it made me even sadder.

I patted his back before standing back up. “Just give him some time, wait and see and he'll come around,” I didn't know if I said that to make Frankie better, or myself. Maybe both. We all had different ways of dealing with the hurt. I kept it all inside, and sometimes it nearly exploded my brain. But I couldn't make my brothers suffer more with shoving them how I really felt. Nicholas had a way of shoving feelings, not because he wanted to, but because he couldn't help it. That was his way of dealing with it. Kevin did neither. Not did he show off from it, not did he keep it all inside. He put it into actions instead. He played on the guitar to reveal his emotions, he sat for himself and wrote sometimes.

But most of all he tried to imagine a life without them here. That was something only he could do yet. But it was somehow easier for him to do it, he was a grown up now, and that's what someone responsible do. He tried to stay strong, but even he couldn't hide it all. But who said something else? We were only human, like everybody else. Just because we had a bank full of money, and fame and wealthiness, didn't have to mean that we were happy. The things in life that it hurts you the most to loose, are the things that you can't buy and can't earn.

It's the things that mean the most and are most important to you. Nothing could ever change that fact. It's the things that can't be replaced that really matters. It's like we're in a hard competition, and it's nearly impossible to win it, but it was possible. As long as we had hope, as long as we had faith, and as long as we stuck together we could win. I was one of those persons who believed that nothing was impossible. So many times in my life that has been shown to me.

The way to it might be hard, the pat might be long, but in the end it would be worth it. And suddenly, the start of this day didn't seem so bad after all. The rain could come, but as long as the sun shone it was okay. That's how it was. There might be bad things in your life, but there's always someone or something that makes it worth fighting. Everyone has felt it, everyone has had those times and moments.

So just let them come, let the rain come. Cause you know the sun is still shining behind the clouds.


'Have you ever seen the rain
coming down a sunny day'


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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 8
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: Little Wonderland
Lyrics: Wonderland- by Christine
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

'Don't hide, you little place
I know you're here,
I know you're near
Open up, embrace yourself
You little wonderland'

Date: June 26th

Thessa's POV

A sudden light hit my face and I moaned before turning around to lay on my stomach. “Get up, come on. It's ten thirty and I want to go down to the beach today.” Christine's voice cut through my beauty sleep. I yawned, before grabbing my pillow, which I by the way never used, and threw it in her direction. Bad enough the pillow never hit her, but came in return along with something...wet.

I shoot up from the bed like the lightening it self, and took in the situation. I was soaked. Ah, only one word played in my mind; payback. “You're gonna regret for doing that,” I said through clenched teeth. She just smirked before she started laughing uncontrollably. Anger built up inside me, but my words didn't come out as harsh as I meant for them to come. “I'm-taking-a-shower. You-make breakfast. I want pancakes...with chocolate...and banana and...” She threw her hands up, still giggling.

“Fine, fine, I get it. I'll make you your completely sickening and disgusting pancake menu. Chill out.” I looked confused at her. What was up with her today? Why was she all happy and cheery? “You're too happy for your own good, and too early in the morning,” I mumbled with a frown as I walked past her to the bathroom. She just smiled before starting to hum along to a song. The melody was kind of familiar...where had I heard it? I wrecked my brain for a second before giving up. Whatever. “Oh, and don't put the cabin on fire. I'd really like to keep it a little longer.” I said sarcastically, taking one last glance at her as she gladly ran downstairs, I shook my head before entering the bathroom. This day was going to be long, way long. And I was tired. I'd only slept like...what, nine hours? I needed at least ten or eleven. Or you got a pretty unhappy person to deal with.

Okay, I was talking to myself again. Anyway...what was I doing? Oh, right. A shower; a long, hot and relaxing shower. That'll do some wonders on my body. I smiled; okay, maybe I had woken up on the right foot after all. Oh yeah, definitely, I was already excited for the beach day. An hour later we were making our way down to the beach. The sun was already high up on the sky, and hit us in the face as it appeared through the trees. I carried towels and my old yellow bag with sun cream, an old CD player and the basket with food. Yeah, about everything, while Christine had enough with getting herself going. We'd made some sandwiches with ham and cheese, a bottle with lemonade which Pete had handed us over, and a pack of waffle cookies.

I wore a pair of green shorts and a plain long white t-shirt. My long blond hair hang loosely around my shoulders, and my huge white sunglasses were on as usual. Completely in my own world, I came to trip in a loose rock making me stumble forward and hitting a tree. I heard Christine's laughter from behind as I gripped on to the basket, and tried to gain my balance back. I groaned, but it quickly turned into a hysterical laughter instead.


“What is it with you and always tripping and smashing into things? I don't think the nature is very found of you, neither are the walls, or doors for that matters. Oh, did I dimension cars? You remember that time when you leaned your head out the passenger window and waved eagerly, may I add a little too eagerly, and you bumped your head in the frame?” She was still laughing, walking up by my side and grabbing the basket. “I think I'll take care of that one thank you. Don't want to eat sandwiches covered in lemonade...” Then she continued down the pat and disappeared around a corner.

My annoyed frown disappeared quickly as I sprinted after her. I caught up with her as we came out from the trees, the beach huge and open in front of us. Oh, how I loved the sight. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in slowly. The sun hit my face, and warmth spread through my body. “I love this place. I can't believe I've been away for two years. Ah, I've missed doing this,” Christine said, stepping out of her sandals, her feet touching the soft warm sand. A smile spread on her face, the wind ruffling her hair. I grinned, taking a hold of her hand and started running for the water. She giggled, following and trying to sit the basket and stuff down on the way. I threw the towels into the sand, my bag already there, as I pulled the t-shirt over my head and the shorts down my legs.

“I'm gonna win,” I yelled as I sped up. “You wish,” a voice said in my ear, and I realized she just passed me. I grabbed her shoulders, a desperate try to stop her from being the first to get in the water. We both yelped as the cold water hit our legs, but we just laughed, throwing us into the ocean. The scene must have looked pretty crazy, and once we got up we started splashing at each other. “This place is making me act like a little kid,” I said between laughing and swimming underneath the water. Christine stopped for a moment then, the smile gone from her face. My eyebrows creased as I took in her expression.

“What...what is it?” I asked worried. Then, so fast that I wasn't even positive she'd moved, the sand bottom was gone from beneath my feet, and I fell backwards with a loud 'thud' as I hit the water again. I came up, chocking up saltwater and gritting my teeth. She just smiled evil before falling over in laughter. “You should have seen your face,” she peeped out between giggles. I smiled evil back then, and lifted one eyebrow. “I suddenly came to remember something,” I murmured in a hushed voice. “Ah...yes, Christine?”

She gave me a disbelieved look. “I think it's time for revenge.” One look, and she yelped, hurrying off to the beach again. With me close behind. She was definitely not getting away with it this time. The words sang in my ears.

Oh, how I loved this plan.


'As time stands still
We live for the moment
Reaching out to you
Little Wonderland'

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 8
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: Little Wonderland
Lyrics: Wonderland- by Christine
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Christine's POV


I growled. “That was an unfair and mean revenge,” I said while pouting. She just ignored my bad attitude and gave me a cheesy smile of hers. “Oh, you know what they say; payback's a bitch.” I gave her a look then, but she just lifted her shoulders, taking another bite of her sandwich, before pressing the play button on the CD player again. I just sighted, loud and remarkable, before pulling my caps down to cover my face, and laying back in the sand. In the background I heard Thessa singing along with the songs, and I can't say it was straight forward bad, but I couldn't say it was all that good either. Somehow the music drifted away after awhile, as my brain concentrated on listening to the waves and I got lost in deep thoughts. I came to think of yesterday morning when I'd been hiking.

Elvis was eager and more than ready for yet another hike, and was yelping loudly when I came to pick him up at Pete's. He loved the morning hikes when he could chase the birds and squirrels, and run on the beach in the dim light. But the unusual thing that morning was the meeting with that boy. I never met anyone on the hikes around this area and got slightly surprised when I spotted him, Elvis already circling him and checking him out. I never really noticed boys at all, and had a thing with ignoring them. But when he looked up at me, his face, his eyes – there was something special to this one.

His face looked pale, down and depressed, but it was nothing compared to his eyes. But once he noticed me, his eyes smiled. One moment I could read all the hurt and pain and sorrow in those hazel eyes, the next it'd been covered up with something friendly and comfortable. That'd taken me off, but I'd kept my composure as I'd greeted him, and I did my best to be friendly back. He really did remind me of someone I'd seen before, and I was curious to exactly who, but when I first met him then, the only thing I could think about was the sorrow that hung over him. It didn't matter who he was, he was a person, a sad person, but still a person who cared and tried.

Of course a thousands of questions popped up in my head, but I pushed them all aside, focusing on the fact that he probably didn't need anyone reminding him of who he was or why or when and so on. It was obvious that something terrible had happened; his face suffered by confusion and uncertainness all the time. But it felt good to know that he wanted to actually meet up sometime.

I had this feeling that...I don't really know.

But it looked like he needed something else to think about, and to be around other people, random people. I didn't really need to ask him that, he was easy readable. And I have a thing about analyzing everyone I meet. I don't know if it's a bad thing, but it's kind of a way to prepare myself with what kind of person I'm meeting. Yeah, Thessa think it's kinda odd, and said that I was always too skeptical to persons I hadn't even talked to.

But hey - that's me.

On the other side, even if I could easily read people by their body language, didn't mean that I was some kind of psychologist. Talking and communicating with strangers wasn't my strongest side. But I could understand them, and I knew how they felt. Looks speaks broader than words, feelings more than anything.

And I could be there – and that was my plan at least. Cause I has a feeling that this summer was going to be pretty unique, and definitely very interesting.


'Expectations and dreams
surprises and new ways
it's all waiting for us
you are waiting for us
And we're here now
Little Wonderland'


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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 9
Part: 1
Name Of Chapter: This Moment
Lyrics: Iris- Goo Goo Dolls
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!

'All I can taste is this moment
Cause sooner or later it's over'

Date: June 27th


Christine's POV

The sun was still high on the sky, and warmed our outstretched bodies on the brew down by the dock. I'd wanted to go crab fishing, and Thessa didn't obey to protest. She just sat on the edge of the old brew, her feet tangled out and touching the water ever so slightly as she watched small fishes swimming around on the surface. I sat on the opposite direction, a piece of rope in my hand. I was actually concentrating very much, and didn't hear that Thessa was speaking to me.

“...that's just what I think though. What do you think?” she turned to look at me, and my head snapped up, and I shifted my sleepy gaze from the water to meet hers.

“What?” I asked questionably, giving her a confused look in return. She sighted loudly throwing her hands up. “Aren't you listening to a single word that I'm telling you here?” I gave her a half smile, an apologizing kinda one, and she bought it. “I said, when mum called last night she was suddenly so worried for sending us away for the whole summer. It's like she woke up or something and couldn't understand the fact that she'd actually allowed us to do this. Seriously for a second I thought she'd gone pretty crazy. Must have been hanging around with her little friend club again. You know the ones where all the married women gather and speak about everything and nothing...” I cut in there.

“I definitely know what you mean. Mum's going to two of those. It's worse when she has them at our house though. I can't freaking pass the living room without being mentally attacked by those insane weird women. They're hovering over you, touching your hair, grinning like idiots while they discuss you with the others like I'm not even there. I feel dumb standing there like a statue as they watch me and chat about me. I always send mum shocking faces, but she just smiles back, turning to the others to join the conversation. It's so freaky. I always – and notice the always – always make sure to not be anywhere near the house when they're there.” Thessa nodded in agreement. “Mum kinda just joined one, with some old friends from back at high school or something. And man they've got like plenty of stuff to chat about. Their mouths are going non stop all evening and all night, and they bring up everything from teachers and weather to when they got children and started working...my head was close to exploding when mum gave me a recap from an evening.” We went back to a comfortable silence for a while, before Thessa broke it again.

“You don't seem to have any luck with that, you mind switching places for a while? I bet I can get one or two of those crawling creatures,” she said with a playful smirk. I handed her the rope before adding. “Yes please. This is really frustrating. I always get nap when it comes to fish, but crabs...” Thessa let out a laugh then.

“That's only because fishes are so much more dumber than crabs. You have to be twice as smart if you are to fish for crabs. That's where I fit in in the picture.” I snorted, but didn't comment on it. I saw her intense look as she lowered the rope once again, only much slower this time. Position herself so she lay on her stomach, half of her body tangling outside the edge. I looked at her from the corner of my eye, a disapproval look on my face.

Hah, good luck with this one girl.

I added in my mind. She was definitely going to have a hard time getting one of those crabs to get hooked. I just smiled satisfied to myself. Maybe none of us could fish for crab, but at least I was the better fisher. That was sort of comforting to know. I had the feeling that I was going to be spending a great lot of time sitting her for the next maybe couple of hours, so I might as well do something. I grabbed my bag that was placed on the left side of me, and pulled out a study book and a note book.

Yeah, way to ruin the summer huh?
Reading medical lexicon. But to be honest, I loved it, and I didn't mind reading it in my spare time at all. Oh, and I could be inspired to write some more poems or something as well. Maybe another novel... Ah, as I said, my mind gets creative when I least think about it.

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Title: When Two Worlds Collide
By: MrsNicholasJonas
Chapter: 9
Part: 2
Name Of Chapter: This Moment
Lyrics: Iris- Goo Goo Dolls
Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas Brothers, or anything else!


Joe's POV

'I don't want the world to see me
cause I don't think that they'd understand'


-It was four o'clock in the afternoon and I was still sitting in my same position as I had the entire day. Kevin was hovering through the house, trying to find something to do. At last he found a book in one of the many book shelves in the house and settled down outside to read in the sun. Frankie sat silently for himself drawing something that looked like a boat. Nick was in his room for once. He was always absent, walking, being outside or scrabbling something at paper pieces. I thought first that he was writing some lyrics to a song or something, but I quickly put the thought away.

He was definitely not ready to express his feelings in songs yet – none of us were. But that's how Nick made time go by at usual, so he was having a hard time trying to find something else to irritate his brain with. How did I know all this stuff without talking to him?

Easy; I felt the exact same way.

At least he had his guitar to strum on once in a while, while I had nothing. Still Nicholas was the one I was most concerned about. I heard someone approaching in the doorway then, and turned to see which one of my brothers it was. Ah, just the one I was thinking about. But I got shocked when I took in his condition. He was pale, purple rings beneath his empty and shining eyes. He looked exhausted, broken and low. Even sweat was forming on his forehead.

My brotherly instincts acted then, and I hurried up and over to him. Not even waiting for him to protest, I grabbed his shoulders showing him into the kitchen. He struggled slightly in my grip at first, but I kept my hold on him and he didn't say a word. Once we entered the kitchen, my mind acted on some kind of auto gear as I found a glass of water and shoved it up to his mouth. Without even waiting for him to accept it, I pressed the cup against his lips, forcing them open and poured in. He swallowed between gasps for air, and spilled water down his chin and to his neck. Then I put the cup down at the counter again, pulling his shirt and t-shirt off, leaving him bare chested, before taking a firm grip of the back of his head and shoving it over the sink. I heard him yelp low, but even he didn't want to stand against me, or he was too out to even care. I turned on the water, letting the not cold, yet not warm water run over his curls as I ruffled in them. When his head was soaked, all of his curls wet, I turned off the water again, grabbed a kitchen towel and dried his hair a little before placing it around his shoulders. He still kept his eyes straight ahead, looking into the air.

The expression on his face was unreadable. I frowned, finding his insulin and pills and the pacific blue contour meter to check his glucose level. I was just about to start when he for the first time looked at me. His empty look turned into something stronger, and I saw how he tried to control the emotions that ran inside him now. His eye brows were pulled together, his lips trembling as he forced out the words.

“St-op it,” he growled but his voice was trembling, as he was trying to show against my chest. But I was prepared, and grabbed his hands, forcing him up to the wall. He didn't say anything but kept shaking his head. After checking it, I placed the Omni Pod on his lower back on the left side, before handing him another cup full of water and the pills. He put the pills into his mouth, and I lifted the glass for him to obey. He held it this time, and gulped down the contains of the cup. I found his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, before replacing his shirt. Placing my hands on his stomach and feeling for the Omni Pod, I checked that it was properly in place. Then I felt for the needle that went into his abandon. Everything was okay. So in one swift movement I tugged his shirt up again slightly, and set the pump to the regular insulin type. His blood sugar had been low, and I knew that he was absolutely aware of it as well.

I sighted, meeting his eyes for the first time, finding him looking straight back. A little too harshly I pulled his shirt down again. And as I searched in his eyes, I found only hurt. I turned around and grabbed a few cookies in the cup board and placing them in his folded hands. First then I noticed that his eyes were watering up. My intense and hard disbelieving look softened at once, and I grabbed his shoulders firmly, staring straight into his eyes.

“It's okay, it's okay. I'm not mad. Sorry, I didn't mean to be that harsh,” I tried to sooth, my voice only a soft whisper. His head fell, and I moved my hands up to lift it again. Holding my warm hands against his cold cheeks I felt wet tears hit my fingers as I brushed my thumbs slowly back and forth. He didn't speak though, and I shoved him into a hug, supporting one hand on his back as the other stroke his still damp hair. I felt my own tears sting in my eyes as I saw his awful condition. His usual bright and lit up brown eyes were puffy and red, his usual perfect curls now a mess, hanging down in his face. His normally pink or light red full lips were white and quivering. He wasn't the same boy any longer, but he was still my brother and I cared for him and I loved him. And if what he needed right now was for someone to look after him, I would.

'When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am'

“I'm here Nicky, I'm here for you. We'll get through this, I promise, I know it, and you know it. And Kevin and Franklin knows...as well as mum and dad.” I blinked a few times, not letting myself cry in front of him, but the lump in my throat was still there. “We're family, we're brothers. We'll take care of each other,” I whispered in his ear. I knew he was listening though he didn't reply. I let go after a while, monition for him to eat the cookies. He needed the energy and sugar, which he was fully aware of too. I gave him a sad smile, before shoving him into the living room. He sat down on the coach and his gaze flickered to the TV screen. I looked at him for one more second before walking over to Franklin who sat on the floor, still drawing. His expression was tight, as he obviously was concentration. His tongue half out of his mouth, his eyebrows a frown. I got down to knee level, talking to him in a low but raspy voice.

“Hey Frankie, would you mind doing me a little favor?” I asked and patted his back. He looked up at me, his puppy eyes holding the same emptiness as my other younger brother, but still they were furious and held hope. “Watch out for Nicholas would you? I think he needs some company right now, and I think you'd be the one he'd most want to be with for the moment.” He smiled half heartily before getting up and bunching over to Nick. Making himself comfortable next to Nick, he placed his head against his shoulder and joined him with watching the screen. I took in the sight of the two of them; Nick had placed an arm around Frankie's back, holding him close, while his other hand found Franklin's and gave it a little squeeze. “I'll be back later. Kevin's outside if you need anything, Oh, and eat the cookies Nick,” I mumbled before taking off to the main door.

I had no idea where to go, but I knew that I needed a good dose of fresh air. So I put on my running shoes, after changing into a plain white shorts and a navy blue t-shirt. Taking off to the forest, I ran as much in the shadow as I could. I thought I went running so that I could finally let out my emotions that had been bothering me all day, but I found myself for once not able to think about it-at all. My mind was completely distracted with taking in the view. So instead of letting out my weakness, I bolted out with the anger in me, the saved energy, the need to free myself for awhile. And it felt so freaking good. I could run and hit my fits in trees, break bushes, throw stones, scream...not needing to hold anything back. Cause nature was giving me the freedom right now.

'You can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moment of truth in your lies'

I ran through the forest, took the pat down to the beach. I followed the beach, east for a change, and jogged by the edge of the waves. Nearly out of breath as I reached the end, I sat down on a rock right next to an old brew, and took in the new sight. Breathing heavily, I let my eyes sweep over the view, taking in the surroundings. Next to the brew I saw a pat, bigger than the one I always followed, and it disappeared in behind the trees. Two small blue boathouses lay beside the brew, and they looked uninhabited. The windows were broken, the paining gone here and there, and no doors at all. Looking out over the ocean I saw two big vessels floating easily and slowly on far out. Birds flew by, wave after wave hit the rocks. It was like the whole world went on as normal, leaving me behind.

Cause I felt that I was s stuck, timeless, not getting forward or getting on with life. It was frustrating. I felt like I was trying so hard to reach a bus, but unmatter how fast I ran or how loud I screamed the bus drove away from me, leaving me speechless and unmoving behind. Or like when you're standing on the edge of a cliff, and the whole world is pushing you towards the plunge, the dark and cold water.

Two steps forward, one step backwards.

It doesn't change the direction, it only makes it slow down. I sighted, picked up a stone and played with it in my hands before I threw it with all the strength I had, out and into the water. A slight breeze was building up, and I caught a glimpse to the sky, noticing the sun disappearing behind the dark clouds. It was probably six o'clock now, and I should be heading back, but something stopped me. I stood up, and noticed a rope tied to the brew. I frowned, my curiosity leading me over to it. Stepping onto the brew, I saw that the rope disappeared down and into the ocean. But something was attached to the end, and it was moving slightly back and forth. I bent down, leaning over to take a better look.

That's when I heard the voice; the most breathtaking laugher I'd ever heard. My head snapped up, and I hurried up and onto my feet again. A shocked expression planted on my face, as I saw who the laugher belonged to. A girl was running towards me, but her face was facing away from me. I took a few steps backwards, still resting my gaze at her. Then it happened, so quickly that at first I wasn't even positive it was. My legs disappeared under me, and I was falling to the ground floor of the brew. At the same time, the girl's feet hit mine, her head turned around faster than the lightening...and our eyes met as she fell on top of me. Everything else was gone, even the wind.

The only thing I could see was her, all I could hear was her breathing. Her face was dead serious, and she stayed in the same position, frozen, just like me. Her face, small and round formed, her lips natural red, her eyes; so unlike anything I'd seen before. They were as blue as the ocean, as intense as the wind. They looked surprised, and shocked, yet very curious. Her long blond hair hung around her face. The sun titled out from behind the clouds, making her face and hair shine and glow as it hit her and I caught my breath in my throat. Her hands rested lightly on my chest, her face only inches away from mine.

That was the moment when it all changed, that's when my life went a different pat. And I knew that from now on everything would be different. Cause an angel had just appeared.

God was with us after all!


'I just want you to know who I am'


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