A/N: Something I thought of something. I already have a Drew/KC story, but I decided to have this one as a friend story. So yes, both of them are straight in this one. This should be longer than one chapter so expect more. Enjoy.

Nowhere Else

"KC, come on!" Drew said. "What makes you think the Rack isn't better than the Angel trap?"

"I don't know, maybe because the girl gets her ribs TORN from her body?" KC shot back.

They were both discussing the Saw movie series during the lunch rush at the Dot.

Drew and KC were two of the best friends on Earth. They practically did everything together; whether it was homework or going to therapy, they were always by each other's side. They've laughed together, cried together, and damn near died together.

It had been a while since they hung out due to multiple life issues. Drew was struggling with his post traumatic stress disorder, and KC was dealing with the effects of the adoption of his son, falling into a deep depression. It took a couple months for them get back to normal, but they did.

"Man," KC said, stuffing fries into his mouth. "I definitely missed hanging out with you."

"It's been way too long, KC." He said, patting on his shoulder. "I just hope a delay like that doesn't happen again. I feel like it's been months since we've really hung out."

"It has been months." KC smiled. "I promised my mom I'd be home by 2. I have to go, buddy."

Drew's smile faded away. "Oh… Ok." He said.

They both stood up and KC said "I had a lot of fun today, bro. I'll see you again sometime." He said, holding his hand out.

Drew rejected the handshake and instead wrapped his arms around him. He didn't really think about it, and for a second he didn't care about the people watching him. About five seconds later, he let go swiftly, realizing what he was doing.

"Sorry…" he said, embarrassed. "It's just…"

"I missed you too dude." KC giggled. "I have to go, I'll see you soon."

KC walked the 3 miles to his house and got himself ready for grocery shopping with his mom. As he walked into the house, he found his mom making out with a man who wasn't visible. He was caught by surprise, but he laughed anyway.

"Is this a bad time?" KC giggled. His mom's head shot up.

"KC! You're home early." She said, rolling off the man's lap.

KC saw who the man was and froze. "Hi, KC." He said.

"…D-Dad?" he said, dropping his things.

"I wanted to tell you in a few days, I'm sorry." His mother explained.

KC was in shock. The day KC came back to his mom, they both agreed that they would never let Kevin back into their lives. It was hard seeing him right in front of him. The last time he saw him was six years ago, getting taken away in handcuffs by the police. KC finally got over his shock and it turned into anger.

"So this is why you've been coming home late?" he asked. "You've been spending every other night with… with THAT?"

"KC, he's really changed."

"Did he tell you that?" KC yelled.

"KC, please just hear me out for-"

"I have NOTHING to say to you." He cut his dad off. KC had never been this upset in ages.

"KC please…" he pleaded. "I want to be apart of your lives again. I know I haven't been the best father-"

"Correction, you've been the worst."

Kevin sighed. "Ok, sure. But I want to try again. I want a clean slate, to start off fresh." KC didn't seem too convinced. "While I was in prison, I went through hell thinking about how I monstrously failed you two. I want to be with my family… what do you say?"

KC was lost. He knew deep down that he hated his father for what he put him and his mom through. All of the abuse, the drugs, all those nights consisting of him crying himself to sleep; it made him feel like it wasn't worth it. But this little voice in the back of his head told him to give him a chance. He let his mother back into his life and it had been working out quite smoothly. Nothing in the world was going to make him forgive his father at that moment, but if his dad was really serious, he decided to take a chance.

"Fine." He said. His father let out a sigh of relief. KC walked up to him and looked him straight in the eye. "One slip-up, and I do mean one, and you'll never see me again."

His father nodded his head and gave him a hug. KC didn't hug back. He felt like he couldn't, not yet. It would take a while for his father to regain his trust. Now that it was back on the table, he hoped that he could gain it back. He had put KC and his mother through hell and back, but though he wouldn't admit to it, KC actually missed his father.

After his father let go, he walked into is room and flopped onto his bed. He didn't know what to do or what to say, so he called the one person he knew he could talk to.

"Hello?"

"Drew… hey."

"Are you ok? You sound upset."

"Uh… my dad's home." He said, his voice cracking a little.

"…"

KC sat there listening to Drew's breathing for a little before he spoke again.

"Drew, I…" tears started to form in his eyes. "I don't know if I can handle it, man."

"It's ok, KC. You're gonna be just fine, ok?"

"But I'm scared Drew. What if something happens? What if he starts beating me again? What if he goes back to drugs again? What do I do then, huh?"

"Leave." He said sternly.

"And where would I go, Drew?" he asked.

"You can stay with me."

"Drew, you and I both know your mom isn't-"

"I don't care." Drew said. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you live with a child abuser."

KC started to sniffle a little. "You'd do that for me?"

Drew let out a sigh. "KC, you're my best friend. You're like a brother. You're… you're family to me, KC." He told him. "Don't cry… I'm here for you buddy."

"Thank you, Drew." he said, wiping a tear rolling down his cheek. "I just hope you're right…"