Alec woke from his sleep, rubbing his eyes, he picked up the phone. And dialed Viktor's brother's number.

The phone rang five times. Then, Damon answered. "Hello?" He had a fluid voice...he was often mistaken as a woman when he spoke.

Alec felt confused for a moment, "Damon?"

[That's sad! Everyone thinks I am my mom...]

((Same! XD))

"Speaking, yes..." Damon had learned to get used to people not recognizing him. He sounded so insanely feminine, it even upset him sometimes.

"This..." He tried not to laugh at Damon's voice, "Is Alec..." He covered his mouth and breathed out, holding the giggles in. "Can you help me?"

"...I suppose so. But it depends on what you want," Damon added, curiously. He was aware that Alec was holding in laughter. He honestly didn't blame him.

Alec grew serious, "Can you... Help me with Viktor? Help him get a real job..."

Damon could be heard chuckling, softly. "Ah...a real job, you say? The only job he's ever been suited for is entertainment." Then, he paused. "...He can play a mean guitar and can sing, as well, but he vehemently claims that's just his hobby."

Alec never heard of this, "He... He can?" Alec frowned. Viktor never told him.

"He's embarrassed of it, for some reason. He's got stage fright when it comes to his voice," Damon admitted, softly.

"Pl-Please help me?" Alec pleaded, playing softly with the silk sheets beneath him.

"I'm afraid my brother and I are not on good terms, so I cannot help you convince him. In truth, there are only two people in the family my brother gets along with. Our mother, and my twin brother, Mycroft," Damon explained, gently. "You might want to seek out one or both of them for help. I have Mycroft's cell number, if you want to talk to him."

Alec pleaded more, "But I only know you..."

[Again, Seriously sorry for the wait. Seriously.]

((It's okay! :D))

"I am sorry. I can try, but I know for sure that he won't listen to me. He never listens to me. We dislike each other," Damon repeated, slowly. "If you don't want to enlist the help of our mother or my twin...you're going to have to do this yourself."

"How about all three?" He rubbed the silky sheets again.

"If I'm there, for sure...he won't listen to any of us. He hates it when I 'butt my big nose' into things," Damon murmured, softly. "It would be better for me to stay out of this one. I can help you on the sidelines, but I can't help you talk to him, or confront him."

"Oh.. " Alec frowned. "Well... That's okay, I still don't don't understand your family."

"Hah. I barely do, myself. We are a strange bunch," Damon admitted, softly. "Do you want Mycroft's number? I can give it to you now."

"Can... Can you call him? For me." Alec rolled over in the soft bed, and groaned slightly.

"I will see if I can get ahold of him. Mycroft is a model. He's quite busy. I'll call you back later, all right?" Damon promised, kindly. He was a kind-hearted person...he just didn't want to get into it with Viktor. They fought often.

Alec thanked him, hung up and rolled over.

The next morning, He walked in to the living room to find Tiff snoring boldly. He laughed. Poured some cereal, and poked around the corner, to see if Viktor's car was visible in the outside lot.

Viktor had just returned home. He was exhausted, but he'd had a blast. He loved working where he did...the attention was just incredible. He exited his car, locked it, and headed up to his apartment.

"Hello." Alec said, Hearing the door open behind him. "Have fun?"

"Yeah, it was a big party...lots of customers. I danced my ass off! It was fun," Viktor chuckled, spinning around in a circle. "I think someone spiked the fruit punch..."

Alec frowned, "So..." He played it smooth, "Guess what I stubbed my toe on last night?"