Spencer sighed, leaning against the back of the elevator as he watched various floors of the mansion pass by the grating. He really had to learn how to effectively deal with Billy. Yes, they were best bros, but Billy had to learn when enough was enough. Most of his "help" ended with Spencer being called insane or his head in a trash can or his reputation completely obliterated. It's a wonder people at school still tolerated his existence.

The lift continued its ascent and Spencer could hear the cables whirring above him. Maybe he should learn more about Billy's past. He completely froze up at the mention of his pre-Spencer era and all the baffled teen could do was question "Why?" What would make Billy react like that? Nothing short of chunky peanut butter could elicit a reaction so suddenly. It was as though Billy didn't know where he was or what was happening. He simply wasn't there and that thought scared Spencer more than a thousand Madame X's could.

…Ok, a thousand Madame X's would be truly horrifying and scarring for Billy. Spencer shivered. He'd never wish that fate upon anybody, not even that dunderhead Cleet.

Ding. Arrival.

The grates clattered open, revealing a mildly messy bedroom. Spencer liked to pride himself on organization. That didn't necessarily mean his room was that clean. It just implied that he knew where everything was. An organized mess was the best one to have. If his mom decided to clean his room, he wouldn't know where anything was. There was something sacred about your stuff: only you can permit someone else to touch it.

Slouching slightly, the teen walked out of the elevator. After his two second epiphany, he was determined to get some answers out of Billy. Maybe understanding the specter more would lead to fewer disasters. All he had to do was stay calm and collected. The mental image of Billy in lotus position whispering "Zennnnn…" passed through Spencer's head.

All the tranquility he had collected during his brief ascent vanished as his eyes took in the state of his room. Well, it was less the state of the room and more of the atmosphere it emitted. His irises travelled from a nervous Billy to a pile of computer chips, cracked plastic and shattered glass on the floor. His hands clenched into fists by his sides as he lowered his head. That…that stupid ghost! That worthless excuse of ectoplasm!

"H-Hey Spencer…" Billy greeted shakily. He waved slightly and, upon noticing the detached camera handle on his hand, quickly hid the appendage behind his back. "Look, I know you're mad but it's really not that bad-"

"Not that bad?" Spencer interrupted. His voice was low, deep with barely contained rage. "Not that bad? Dude, my camera is completely ruined!" His eyes met the wraith's fearful ones. "Not only did you break a promise, but you also jeopardized my grade! I told you that everything depended on this project and what do you do? You just mess around with the most important item I have!" With every word, he advanced on the wayward spirit. He punctuated his last sentence by jabbing the ghost in the chest a few times, just to hone in his point.

"Spencer, I am so sorry," Billy said softly. Spencer could tell he sincerely meant his apology, but words could only do so much in his situation. "Seriously dude, I'll make it up to you! I…uh…I can get you another camera! Yeah! And-and it will be one of those really good ones like the A-list directors use!" Sometimes, Billy's fantasies were amusing. Sometimes, they were downright annoying and completely impossible. This was one of those times.

"Oh yeah? And how do I get my footage back mister I'm-Billy-Joe-Cobra-So-I-Can-Do-Whatever-I-Like-Be cause-I'm-Invisible-To-Everyone?!" Spencer shouted. His intention was to drill some sense into the ditzy spirit. What he got was a slightly hurt look which quickly morphed into one of apathy. That never happened, not with someone so bouncy and happy like Billy. He struck a nerve, one that still hurt. Clouded by anger and the sinking feeling of desperation and weakness, Spencer pounced on it.

"Yeah, I said it Billy," he practically yelled. Billy flinched away from the noisy, arms drawn up to his chest. "You're invisible and you know it. Now that you have people who can see you, you're actions do actually have consequences. Did you ever learn that? No, because you were handed everything on a silver platter. You were famous and had fans and had people who did whatever you told them to. Well, guess what? That's not me. No, I live a normal life as a high school freshman and I have to work if I want to go anywhere in life. I'm not at the point where I can do whatever the heck I want because I'm famous and I don't have to worry about the consequences. That's not me and that won't be me any time soon. Right now, I have to work towards my goal and guess who just set me back five days that I don't have?"

He let his words sink in, watched as Billy continued looking at him with fear in his eyes. But he couldn't see past that. In his anger, Spencer couldn't see the underlying problem he was about to deal with. He missed whatever opportunity was available to him.

He missed his chance to see the real Billy Joe Cobra.

In that moment, Billy hardened his gaze. Mouth twitching into a frown, Billy extended his body in order to glower at the younger male. His fists were placed on his hips, eyes narrowing into slits. Had any other person been in that room, they would have high-tailed it away from the emotionally conflicted ghost. But Spencer wasn't a normal person and the teen challenged the supernatural being right back.

"You know what? Fine!" Billy shouted in his face. Floating towards the ceiling, he spat, "If you didn't want me around, all you had to do was tell me!" He flew in front of the boy's face. "You didn't have to say that exhausting monologue and waste my precious, valuable me-time." He smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms at his comeback. "I don't need to be around you all the time, right?"

The cocky grin pushed Spencer over the edge. That ghost thought he had won? Well, think again Billy Joe Cobra!

The brown haired teen adopted a sinister smirk as well. "You know, I don't need you around all the time too." Jabbing a thumb towards himself, he stated, "I have friends who I can hang out with all by myself."

"Oh yeah?" Billy challenged. "Well, I have hundreds of adoring fans and one who's trying to stuff me in a jar for her safekeeping." Even after it came out of his mouth, Billy pondered the validation of the last part of his statement.

Billy's bravado wavered as Spencer's smirk widened. "Wow, you have so many people who love you," the teen said sarcastically. Billy let out an indignant huff. "That means you won't miss little old me, right?"

"Of course not! I don't need anyone, except for myself of course!" Billy proclaimed. He crossed his arms and turned so Spencer could only view his profile. Raising an eyebrow, Billy challenged him once again.

You're move Spencer.

"Ok then," Spencer sighed in mock dejection. A hand travelled to the back of his neck, fingers fumbling to find purchase amongst smooth skin. Billy's eyes widened but, to the ghost's credit, he managed to maintain an aloof posture. "Then I guess I don't need to hang onto this, right?"

At that moment, Spencer tugged on the thin metal chain hanging from his neck. In one fluid motion, the blue pendant unearthed itself from the folds of his white and red t-shirt. Spencer mentally laughed as he watched Billy stifle his gasp. Was this unusually cruel? Yes, very much so. Did Billy deserve this? No, probably not. Did Spencer care?

No, not in his post-camera-destruction haze. He wanted this to hurt, prove that no deed goes unpunished. And, maybe a part of him just wanted to knock Billy off of his pedestal. Whatever the motivation was, there was no going back on it now.

That's called "check", Billy.

"Pfft, as if," Billy replied with a smirk. His apathy would have been much more convincing had his eyes not given everything away. Billy Joe Cobra was a musician, not an actor. "I can have loads of fun by myself. I can take care of myself and I don't need you or anyone else to be there for me." Ok, that last part stung. Sure, it was said with false pride, but it was fueled by Billy's pride. That was the part of him that really believed he was the best thing since the invention of smooth peanut butter. It stemmed from Billy's ego and that was enough to push Spencer too far over the edge. No, now he was free falling from a deadly height and the landing wasn't going to be pretty.

Check evaded, Bronedict Arnold.

"Alright," Spencer said with a little more force than necessary. With his free hand, he tightly gripped the pendant. The teen locked eyes with the specter. Both were determined, unrelenting, and hurt. When brothers fight, the lowest of blows are made. They don't do it often but when they do, run for cover. Everything gets messy. Everything turns to chaos.

Nobody comes out unscathed.

"I won't be needing this anymore."

Snap!

With one swift pull, the clasp broke apart. As the glimmering metal fell away from his neck, Spencer simply stared at Billy. He watched as the ghost became gradually more transparent until he was finally completely invisible. The boy knew he was still there, but it was like Billy disappeared off the face of the planet. Again.

Billy was stuck between the world of the living and the life of the supernatural. Spencer wouldn't allow the ghost the chance to stick a hat or something on him. No, he didn't want to see Billy right now and this was the best thing he could do. Casually, he tossed the pendant onto his bed.

Thud.

Walking over to his completely demolished camera, he quickly deduced that none of it was salvageable. Even if the memory card was still intact, it had probably been damaged in Billy's clumsiness. It wouldn't do him any good.

Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I might as well edit what I have…" he mumbled to himself out of sheer habit. He didn't care if the room's other occupant could hear him. A few shivers ran up and down his spine (probably Billy trying to get his attention) as he sat down in front of his computer.

Click, click, click…

To any normal person, there wasn't anything special about this scene. It was just a boy making a home video, scratching the back of his head while he thought of what to do next. A few objects occasionally shifted, but that could easily be written off to the imagination. Objects don't move themselves and ghosts are only stories that little kids tell each other at sleepovers. Ghosts don't exist.

But through a new lens, anyone could see how distraught the wraith looked. They'd feel pity and wish to help. But nobody else is here. It's just a boy and a spirit invisible to the world, a spirit without a voice.

A ghost…completely alone.

"Spencer?" Billy asked quietly. No response. "C'mon Brotre Dame, stop kidding around. I know you've something else of mine, right? I mean, you always talk about back up so ha! You're plan didn't work!" He crossed his arms triumphantly. After a beat of silence, Billy's posture fell. "Spencer? Look dude, you know I didn't mean the stuff I said, right? You know we're best bros, right? Right?" His voice broke. "You can stop ignoring me now. You know what? I'm sorry, ok? I, the amazing Billy Joe Cobra, am sorry for breaking your camera and saying all that stuff. I'm sorry. Now c'mon, talk to me!"

Checkmate.

Silence.

A/N: Wow, I haven't updated this quickly in a very long time. Hope you enjoyed the fight. Is everything still in character 'cause these two fight like an old married couple? One moment, they're mad at each other and the other, they're making up. Dorks… XD