Author's Note:

Just completed this. :)

OMG!

Can I just say...

I started this with the intention of humour.

But I didn't like the direction that was taking.

Got some inspiration...

And this was born.

Tell me what you think. :P

Pairing: Fred/George

Prompt: Elephant in The Room

She sat down at the kitchen table, sinking her head into her hands.

A warm hand touched her shoulder.

"I don't know what to do," she said through her hands.

"All he does is drink."

She was crying, and she couldn't stop.

"I'll go talk to him," he said.

She felt a squeeze of her shoulders, before she heard the footsteps fade away.

"Oh Merlin, why us? Why him?" she murmured as fresh tears began to fall.

XXX

He knocked gently.

This was a hard time for all of them.

"George?" He called.

There was no answer.

"I'm coming in," he said as he turned the doorknob.

He pushed open the door. It creaked loudly, making him cringe.

His eyes darted around the room quickly.

It looked as if a battle had taken place here.

The bedsheets were torn, the walls had stains, the floor was littered with empty firewhiskey bottles.

And George was in the middle of it all.

Staring out the window, his back to the door.

He swallowed audibly as he felt the emotions clog his throat.

It hurt to see his son like this.

"George?" he whispered.

George didn't move, didn't acknowledge.

Arthur moved closer.

"You're hurting your mother," he said.

"Stop this."

"Please."

George stayed silent.

"George?"

"George?"

"Look at me George," Arthur said as he pulled at George's arm.

When he saw George's face, his heart broke.

George was crying.

He pulled his son into a hug.

George buried his face into his father's shirt.

"I can't," he keened.

"I need him Dad."

His son was broken.

And he didn't know how to fix him.