I had to rewrite Back Home. I'm sorry, but I was starting to get writers block on it, and I just didn't like the way it was starting to turn out. So...here you go. Also, as per usual, I own nothing but my OCs.

He finally did it. After ten long months of working four jobs, and struggling in school; Johnny finally got enough money to bail out his dad and uncles.

Pulling up to the prison to pick them up, Johnny put the truck in park and turned it off. Resting his head against the steering wheel, and sighing because he had a really bad headache that had been bothering him for the better part of a month. And normally it wouldn't be that bad; but considering he hadn't eaten anything in two days because he was so busy, he didn't get a chance to drink anything or take any medicine all day, and he hadn't been sleeping very well. He was in a lot of pain.

"Hey!" Stan said, breaking him out of his thoughts and making him jump. "You okay? We've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes."

"Yeah, I-I'm okay," he lied, catching his uncle's skeptical stare before starting the truck back up as Barry got in, and driving the three older gorillas home. Leaving them to do their own thing while he sat on the couch to work on his homework. Because he was really behind on all of his studies, and was in danger of having to repeat his senior year if he didn't get his missing work handed in. But when he tried to finish an essay for his history class, the words on his computer screen started the blur, and he completely forgot how to write.

"Johnny, are you sure you're okay?" Barry asked, seeing his nephew's struggle to get an essay done.

"I'm fine," he said, pushing through the rest of the essay, and rubbing his temples when he was finished because his headache was so bad. And he must have fallen asleep or something, because the next thing he knew, he was laying down on the couch with a blanket over him, and he could hear his dad playing poker with a few other gang leaders in the next room.

"Come on Winnie, you're beating me here," Barry said, as Johnny got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink while the gang leader told Barry not to call him 'Winnie'.

Getting some water out of the fridge, Johnny reached up into the cupboard to get a glass, and barely listened to the chatter in the next room while he got his drink, and guzzled it down. But eventually, everyone erupted into howling laughter that was loud enough to spark another headache.

Pouring himself another glass of water, he put the water jug back, and went upstairs to his room. Taking some painkillers from the bottle that was sitting on his night stand, and laying down to go back to sleep because he was still really tired.

"Hey Johnny!" yelled Baxter, an orangutan gang leader who was playing poker a minute ago. "You awake!?"

"Screw off," he snapped, hoping the orangutan would leave. But he didn't, he just jumped onto the bed and landed right on top of him.

"Baxter, leave Johnny alone!" Stan barked, shooing the orangutan out of the room, and checking on his nephew. "You okay?"

"I just had a full grown orangutan land on my stomach," he said, seeing Stan look at the clock.

"What are you doing going to bed this early? It's not even four o'clock yet."

"I'm tired," he said, feeling his uncle put a hand on his forehead. "I'm not sick."

"Doesn't hurt to check," he said, turning to go make dinner. "I'll be back up in a while to bring you some food."

"Okay," he said, rolling over to take a nap.

R&R.