Here's a new story. I own NOTHING, but the plot and Rose. I know this may not seem like a F29 fanfic, but it is I promise. I know next to nothing, but foster care, but this is a fanfic, so I'm taking a few leways there, I hope it doesn't affect anything. I hope you enjoy.

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A dark shadow slipped though the Los Angles alleyways, only a few streetlights giving any light. Traffic flew past the alleyways completely indifferent to the small figure pressing herself against the wall. Tightening her pony tail, the girl gazed up at the house directly across from her. Dusting off her t-shirt and jeans, she took a deep breath, her heart thumping against her chest. Suddenly, a rough hand spun her around almost slamming her into the brick wall. Kicking, she tried to escape, but the man wouldn't release her. The darkness shielded the man's face, but the moment he spoke, the girl froze in place.

"Rosalia, what the hell are you doing here?" her captor asked, his hands tightening around her shoulders.

Blowing her dirty blond bangs from her dulled blue eyes, Rosalia bit her lip, but never broke eye contact with her captor.

"I have to see him, don't you get it, Big Jay?" she asked, her gaze trailing over to building in front of the alleyway.

"Rose, if he knows you're alive, he'll just get into more trouble, trying to be with you, at least there he has a better chance at a good future," Big Jay explained, his voice worn out from the explanation.

"But those people have no right to keep us apart, you know it. Why are you trying to help them?" Rosalia asked, shoving his arms away from her shoulders, a small shiver running down her spine.

Big Jay sighed deeply, his eyes staring at his companion intently, reading every single body motion. Rosalia rolled her eyes, a single tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly whipped it away. Big Jay cracked a faint smile of concern watching her glance once more at the foster home.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, he asked, "do you want people to know you're related to him," she glared at him, "I mean like the foster idiots."

Rosalia snorted softly, shaking her head, one arm wrapping around her companion. Big Jay glanced down the alleyway in both directions, before asking, "Want to get back?"

Sighing in defeat, she simply nodded her glaze drifting once more over to the foster home. Big Jay nodded shortly, wrapping his arm around the small shoulders of his adopted sister leading her back down the alleyways.

"Are you sure, those damn people won't come around, I mean he has to remember me," she said quietly, tuning into all her senses as they walked down the alleyways.

Big Jay shook his head, tightening his arm around her even more. He glanced around every few minutes, but he knew no one, not even her brother's old crew would be out at three o- clock in the morning. He heard her let out a small yawn, but he didn't draw attention to it, he knew she liked trying to be a tough guy, but in truth she was one of the sweetest girls he ever knew, if you didn't get on her bad side.

"Jay, can't I just see him in the garage or something, I know he's there a lot, but you always send me to my room like a five year old," she exclaimed, stepping in front of him and blocking his path.

Big Jay simply stared at the girl in front of him, his mind racing, but then he took a deep calming breath, his hand reached out to touch her shoulder, but she shoved it away.

"I have legal rights to see him, Jay, you know it, you're not even my real guardian, if anyone would be, it would be him," she cried, her voice rising into a yell, which seemed to echo off the walls.

"I know, Rose, but I also know how much he'd be hurt if you just popped back into his life after all these years," Big Jay explained, standing up to his full height. However, she wouldn't be intimated by him.

"God Damn it, Jay, he's my own freaking brother, I thought you were a "Man of God," no one has the right to keep us separated from each other, partially you!" she cried, her hair flying into her face, but she didn't even bother to bush it way.

Big Jay simply allowed her to vent, his facial expression giving no other sign of emotion than concern. After a few seconds, he reached out, bringing her into a small embrace, his large tattooed arms tightening around the young girl. Tears rolled down her face, soaking into Jay's own back shirt, but didn't mind.

Stroking her hair softly, he asked, "You're right, I don't have that right, but please can we talk in the morning?"

"Sure," she chocked out, releasing him and whipping away her tears.

Wrapping his arm around his companion, Jay began to lead her all the way back to the garage, they called "home."

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I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review and tell if I should continue or not. Thanks