Author's Note: I'm branching out into my second abcfamily fandom and I'm excited! I'm a 'Switched at Birth' writer normally.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Fosters' or any recognizable characters listed. I am not making money off of this. It is simply for fun to keep myself and others occupied until January.

Warnings: Sex scene, profanity (in future chapters), teen pregnancy and general drama. Also this is NOT beta'd. I didn't even re-read it other than a quick spell check so...there's that. This starts off fluffy and then things take a dramatic turn.

PERMANENT

Chapter 1: Dreams

"Callie stop!"

Callie ignored the voice behind her and kept walking; her arms folded in front of her. She had to get in the house and away from all of this. If she could just get in her and Mariana's room and sleep, then tomorrow it would all be gone. She could regroup and go back to ignoring all the feelings her heart was suppressing. It's what she had to do to protect herself and her brother.

Her wrist was grabbed from behind and she was whirled around facing intent green eyes. And then she was lost.

"Why are you doing this Brandon? You know I can't.", she said looking at the ground willing herself not to cry. She wasn't that girl. She was a fighter. But this boy. He was making it harder and harder for her to do so.

"Why can't you? It's not hard Callie, it's not even complicated. At least it doesn't have to be. I don't want you dating Wyatt... I don't want you dating anyone because I'm in love with you."

"I can't deal with this.", she said turning to run away again, but she was held steadfast.

"Well too bad." Their lips collided in a smoldering kiss and she felt her resolve slowly crumble away leaving her bare. The kiss was desperate and sloppy and had absolutely no rhyme or rhythm to it. It didn't need to. Brandon's fingers clutched at Callie's sides like he was afraid to let go.

Brandon stared at her, a silent question burning in his eyes. Finding no opposition, he crashed his lips down on hers, wrapping his arms around her and holding her so close that a sheet of paper wouldn't fit in between. She had to know how much he needed her. He had to show her that he was the one. Callie knew she should pull away but she couldn't. Before she knew it, Brandon was pulling her into the garage; somehow kissing her and simultaneously closing the door.

They hit the cold, hard floor; not caring one bit. Brandon's warm hands invaded her clothes, caressing her skin as she carded her fingers through his hair. He stripped off her shirt and quickly undid the zipper of her jeans; wiggling them down with difficulty. Damn skinny jeans. She straddled him moving her hands under his shirt and pulling it over his head as he dove into her neck, sucking right there in that specific spot that made her release a series of soft moans. Her hair shadowed over his face.

He was really good at this. Too good at this. She wondered how many times he and Talya had done this; maybe even in the same spot. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt him fumbling clumsily with her bra. After a while, the bra fell down her shoulders and she quickly threw it to the side. She could feel his erratic breathing as she ground against the bulge in his jeans. Callie was flipped on her back again and Brandon knelt in between her opened thighs. She leaned forward taking possession of his lips while undoing his belt. He pushed her back down, gently this time and situated himself on top of her. One hand rested on her thigh while he wriggled out of his pants and underwear; kicking them off with his feet.

A slightly awkward tension filled the air. Enough time passed that Callie suddenly became very aware of the fact that they were naked. Naked and about to have sex. She wiggled self-consciously underneath him. Brandon looked like he was struggling with something. He finally spoke; pulling back onto his forearms.

"I um...this is my first time. I don't really know what I'm doing.", he admitted.

Callie was shocked. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that he was a virgin, but felt inexplicably relieved that they could learn together. "You mean you and Talya never..."

He shook his head. "No."

Callie gulped and looked away. "This isn't my first time. Liam took that from me, but there's never been anybody else. I don't know what I'm doing either."

Brandon's eyes softened as he palmed her cheek, coaxing her gaze back to him. "Callie...what he did. It doesn't matter. A first time is about what you feel in here.", he said placing a hand over her heart.

She closed her eyes for a moment and then nodded in acceptance. When she opened them, she saw the absolute adoration in Brandon's eyes. No one, not even Liam had ever looked at her like that. Like she hung the moon and the stars shone in her eyes. Everyone else saw her as the troubled foster girl. A nobody.

Everyone except Brandon. Brandon saw a girl who didn't know how beautiful she was. A girl who loved her little brother more than anything. A girl who was kind, and smart, and funny, and had eyes that were a bit too wide and lips too pouty to fit on her small heart shaped face. A girl who lived in a world where everything was temporary. She didn't know she was safe this time, safe with him. He was permanent.

Brandon reached between them and ran his fingers up and down her center. Small waves of pleasure flooded her senses and she grew hotter and wetter. She felt his erection pressing more insistently against her inner thigh.

"Slow.", she said placing her hands on his chest. He nodded and shakily lined himself up. This was really happening. Callie took in a sharp inhale of air as he pressed into her. It was painful even after Liam. Brandon was big. A lot bigger than she'd anticipated, but he felt so right.

He stilled his movements to give her some time after feeling her body tense up. He leaned in to plant kisses all over her face and soothe her. Gentle hands and nimble fingers ran up and down her sides. After a moment, he began thrusting lightly. Callie was warm and tight around him and he moaned softly, biting his lip at this new feeling. She eventually relaxed as pain mixed with pleasure giving the most intense sensation. She gripped his back and shifted her hips to take him in deeper. He sped up his thrusts knowing he was dangerously close to coming undone. Instinctively, he buried his face in her neck as she brought her legs up closer.

They climbed higher; completely wrapped up in one another. This was how it was supposed to be. Connecting with someone you feel like you can't breathe without. Brandon's orgasm was pulled from him at the same time Callie's washed over her. After a moment, Brandon gently removed himself and collapsed next to her.

"Wow", he said breathlessly.

"Yeah", she agreed.

As their breathing returned to normal, Brandon leaned over and began tracing shapes over the smoothness of her skin. Callie snuggled closer into his side where it felt like home...

Callie's eyes flew open and she woke in her bed. Mariana was still sleeping soundly and lightly snoring which she always insisted she didn't do. Callie smoothed her hair back from her face palming her forehead in frustration. This was the fifth night in a row that she had a dream about that night. She wished she could forget all about it; at the same time not able to regret that it happened. Everything changed since that night.

Callie avoided Brandon like the plague. She told him that it was a mistake while making it clear that it would never happen again and it meant nothing. If there was one thing about Callie, it's that she was a good liar. She had to be. Brandon hadn't known her long enough to be able to see through it so he believed her as she lied through her teeth. His eyes. She'd never seen them hold that much anger and it hurt her to watch him breaking and knowing she caused it. If anyone asked, yes she was surprised when Brandon ran back to Talya. Callie knew a big part of it was to hurt her. She hated that it was working. She hated even more that she couldn't even recognize Brandon anymore. That he had become so spiteful.

She spent her days hanging with Wyatt and pretending that they were still into each other. Wyatt was the only one who know her true feelings for Brandon. Sometimes Callie felt guilty knowing how Wyatt felt about her, but she shouldn't have. Wyatt knew what he was getting into. He realized that he would rather be a friend to Callie than nothing at all. He just wanted to see her happy. And if happy was with Brandon and not with him, then he wanted that for her.

A wave of nausea hit her and she ran to the bathroom expelling her dinner in the toilet. And not for the first time either. Tears threatened at the back of her eyes. She wasn't. She couldn't be. Her life was crashing down around her. Callie walked slowly back to the room holding her stomach with one hand and steadying herself on the wall with the other. Eventually she fell into a restless sleep.

Spot the Lyrics: David Cook's 'Permanent'