Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Forever and the only thing I do own is my character Hannah. I only write these fanfics for fun and do not gain anything from them but pure enjoyment.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic so forgive me if it's not very good. I'll try and do better on the next one. I also know that the foster system really doesn't work that way, but it had to for my story to work. Leave me a review please! I accept all helpful feedback and criticism. So Enjoy!

Sorry for any grammar errors

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Henry Morgan was taking his usual morning walk through Central Park when he heard the sniffling. It was soft, most people would probably ignore it, but the father in him urged him to investigate. With a frown on his face, he left the sidewalk and strode over to a clump of bushes where the sound got louder. He moved them aside and the frowned deepened. A little girl with dirty brown hair and ratty clothes sat beneath the branches.

"Are you okay? Are you lost?" He asked gently crouching down.

The little girl lifted her dirt stained face and pure blue eyes stared back at him sorrowfully. "Daddy told me he would come back but he hasn't yet." She cried as big tears landed on the filthy jeans she was wearing.

Henry became suspicious, any parent who would leave a young child, who couldn't be any older than five, alone had some serious explaining to do. "When did your daddy leave?"

"When the sun went down." She told him. "It got dark and I was scared, so I crawled under here."

He gently lifted her from the bushes and held her. She shivered,so he pulled his scarf off and wrapped it around her like a shawl.

"I'm going to help you find a policeman, can you tell me your name?"

She nodded. "Worthless Killer."

Henry gaped at her. "Is that your name?"

She shrugged. "That's all Daddy ever called me."

Henry hoisted her a bit higher in her arms and held her a little tighter. "Well my name is Dr. Morgan."

She held out her grubby little hand. "Hi Dr. Morgan."

It had been three weeks. The little Jane Doe had stayed in the hospital for a couple days before being moved into a foster home by social services. The police did everything to find out who she was by not even her DNA or fingerprint matched anyone. Henry kept up on her condition but had yet to visit her again from when he had left her with the police at the hospital. Still though, he couldn't get that little girl out of his mind.

"Abraham, what would you think of a little sister?"

Abe raised a crooked eyebrow. "Something you not telling me pops?"

"Not what you're thinking." Henry replied. "Remember that little girl I told you I found?"

"Yeah, the one without a name."

"I was thinking about adopting her. I have a respectable job and I'm sure they'll be thrilled of the idea of not having to keep up with a Jane Doe." Henry added.

Abe hummed in thought for a moment before grinning like the over grown kid he really was. "Go for it. We could use a little kid around here. Might liven you up a bit old man."

Henry smiled at his son. "I'll head down there today."

The lady, Mrs. Andrews, running the foster home looked Dr. Morgan into the eye. "Usually I don't let a child go with just anyone, but to be honest she is causing a slight problem here. That child is ruining all the paperwork I have to submit because she adds more on top of it. I'll come by your home to do a home study, and if everything checks out then she can just stay there. Does that sound alright to you?" Mrs. Andrews asked professionally but with a little wink, which made Henry very uncomfortable.

"That's sounds perfectly acceptable." He agreed.

Just then a little girl walked in the front door with a teenager and grinned when she saw Henry.

"Dr. Morgan!" She shouted gleefully running over.

Henry did a double take, and this sweet, adorable, clean little girl was the same one he had found. "Well hello again Jane."

'Jane' frowned. "That's not my name." She pouted crossing her arms and looking even cuter.

"Jane we've talked about this." The lady behind the desk told her. "That's the name you have for right now."

"But it's not mine." She cried. "Daddy says I'm not supposed to take anything that not mine."

Henry grimaced at the mention of the man. A man who instilled small morals into a little girl but at the same time convinced her that her name was worthless. He kneeled down to her level. "How about we give you a new name then?"

"She will need a name on the new birth certificate." The Mrs. Andrews replied.

"How does Hannah Elizabeth Morgan sound to you?" He asked 'Jane'.

Her eyebrows puckered as confusion mounted her face and she mouthed the words. "But that's your name? Does that mean I get to live with you and you'll be my new daddy, cause one of the older girls said my daddy is a bad man who didn't want me anymore."

Henry nodded. "Would you like that?"

Hannah smiled and threw her arms around him. "Uh huh, I like the name Hannah."

Mrs. Andrews raised an eyebrow. "Already picked out names had we?"

Henry shook his head. "It just fit."

He lifted Hannah into his arms and signed the few papers left. Then Mrs. Andrews, Hannah, and himself left the building to go bac to the shop for the home study. Henry wasn't worried. After all he had raised Abraham, and Abraham had turned out to be a fine man. Raising a girl couldn't be any harder, could it?

Author's Note: I'm thinking about writing a story that follows the series but adds Hannah as a character. Let me know what you think though. Please review!