SUMMERY: Shane has never had a home, not really anyways. He's been in foster care for as long as he can remember. Could fate lead him back to his family? Or will he allow the darkness of the world to consume him? Warning ABUSE!

RATE T FOR LANGUAGE AND BLOOD...

Hey all! Thanks for clicking on the story! In this story Shane, Jason, and Nate are all brothers. The idea was given to me by TV-Lover-007, an epic fan of mine! Thanks so much girly!
Here's chapter one of my next hopefully sweet awesome story! Let me know what you think!

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"Grey won't deliver. Boss says you have to get rid of the kid Baracus."

Baracus Yakavetta froze instantly at these words. He cleared his throat and tried to conceal the emotion in his voice. Yakavetta family rule number one: Never show emotion. "Why do I have to do it Vinny? Can't they get some number three to do it?"

Vinny rolled his eyes, "Because he asked you to do it, that's why." He looked over has Baracus and his eyes narrowed, "The boys was right, you gotta soft spot for the kid don't ya?"

Baracus' face instantly hardened and he stood, "Don't be ridiculous," He pulled out a gun and cocked it menacingly for effect; "Yakavetta's are anything but soft."

Vinny still looked unconvinced, "Listen Baracus, if ya don't wanna do it I can-"

"No." Baracus calmly walked towards the door, "I have to do this. The Boss is my uncle Vinny, I have more to prove to him than anyone else. If he's going to trust me to have the balls to take on the bigger jobs I have to do this."

Vinny nodded solemnly, "Alright. But ya run into any problems, ya know who to call." Baracus nodded wordlessly and left the small room where he and his friend had been playing poker, heading down the stairs to the dark, musty basement. He switched on the light once he reached to bottom and the sudden presence of light caused several mice to dart into the dark corners of the dank basement. Baracus scowled in disgust and made his way to the back end of the cellar where a decaying wooden door blended almost perfectly with the gray of the stone walls. He let out a sigh before taking a key out of the pocket of his expensive Italian suit and unlocking the door. The sight that greeted him made his blood run cold every time he saw it.

A small boy, no older than three, was curled under a mass of dirty blankets in the far corner of the cramped closet in which he was kept. One small wrist was cuffed cruelly to a rusted metal pipe and he was sucking on the thumb of his unbound hand in his sleep. As Baracus approached the boy, he tried his best to ignore the small cuts and bruises that lined his face as he crouched down beside him. He cringed at the memory of how the boy had acquired them… of how one of the nameless number three had beat him while Baracus was forced to video tape the whole ordeal… to show the poor kid's father that the Yakavetta's meant business. He could still hear the young boy's cries of pain echo through his mind, but he stubbornly pushed the sounds and memories out of his brain: he had a job to do.

Baracus reached over and gently shook the boy awake, "Hey Shane? Come on kid you gotta wake up." Shane's eyelids fluttered open, revealing large brown eyes that would make any heart melt. Baracus reached over and unlocked the handcuffs as Shane yawned tiredly.

"Bu-Bu?" Shane yawned and Baracus couldn't help but smile slightly at his nickname. It was true what Vinny had said; He HAD gone soft on the kid, but who wouldn't? Baracus had been the one to clean Joe up after his beating and had pretty much cared for him the entire time he had been a captive. Joe was having a hard time saying 'Baracus' and soon started to call the mobster 'Bu-Bu' as an alternative.

"Yeah kid, we have to go."

"Go where?" asked Shane innocently and Baracus had to force himself to look away, he couldn't allow this kid to get to him.

"Out." Replied Baracus gruffly, helping the small boy into his dirty jacket.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Cuz why?" Baracus let out a low growl of irritation, causing Shane to back against the wall in fear.

Baracus sighed, "Because I said so. Now stop asking question and let's go." He turned to leave the closet but stopped when Shane made no move to follow him. "What's the matta kid?"

Shane looked down at his shoes, "Are those men gonna hurt me again?"

If Baracus was a person who cried, that pitiful sentence would have made the water works start. But Yakavetta's don't cry, therefore, Baracus didn't cry… at least not on the outside. He re-entered the small closet and knelt down so he was eye level with Shane, "No one's gonna hurt ya kid. Not so long as I'm around."
Looking into Shane's big brown eyes, Baracus knew that Shane was still unconvinced. "Just hold on to my hand. As long as you hold onto it, you're safe." Baracus held out his hand, and Shane took it without hesitation. So trusting… so young.

The pair made their way up the rickety wooden steps of the basement, Shane's little hand wrapped securely around Baracus' massive ring finger. Shane squinted slightly against the light and Baracus knew it was because it had been ages since the boy had seen the light of day. Baracus was pulled from his thoughts when he and Shane ran into one of the last people they wanted to see: The Boss. He was flanked by his usual entourage of ghastly looking body guards.

"Boss." Baracus averted his eyes and nodded respectfully, unconsciously shielding Shane behind him.

"Baracus," Greeted his uncle with a thick Italian accent. He was short, only five six, and his dumpy frame was clad in an expensive suede suit. His gray hair made him look fragile, but one look into the man's steal gray eyes, and anyone would know not to cross him. "I see you've heard." His cruel eyes locked onto the three year old cowering behind Baracus. "You know what must be done."

Baracus nodded, "It's being taken care of Boss."

"I know it is. Do not disappoint me nephew." And with that, The Boss continued down the hall, around the corner, and out of sight. Baracus let out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding.

"Who was that?" Shane asked breathlessly as the pair started to head outside to the parked car in the street.

"No one." Replied Baracus bluntly, helping the three year old into the passenger's seat and securing his seatbelt.

"He had mean eyes. I bet he's the boogie man." Said Shane knowledgably.

Baracus snorted with laughter, "Boogie man huh?" and the Shane nodded vigorously.

"That's why you was scared of him huh Bu-Bu?"

Baracus stopped fastening the boy's seat belt and looked Shane straight in the eyes, "I am not scared of him kid."

It was Shane's turn to laugh this time, "Bu-Bu, everyone's scared of the boogie man!"

"Well I'm not."

"Ya-huh."

"Nu-uh."

"Ya-huh."

"Nu- Kid just be quiet alright." He couldn't believe he was arguing with a three year old. He started the ignition of the black BMW and sped off in the direction of the river. Traffic through the city was grid locked, typical for the 6pm hour. Baracus sighed, placing both elbows on the steering wheel and massaging his temples. At least it's delaying the inevitable.

"Bu-Bu?"

"What?" Baracus asked, perhaps a little more harshly than he intended. Shane looked down and began to fiddle with his hands.

"I'm hungry." He utter softly. Baracus mentally kicked himself. He hadn't been down to see Shane since yesterday afternoon, and he knew no one else would have bothered to check on him. He looked at his watch and knew he couldn't off the kid in broad daylight anyways, so what harm would it do.

"You like McDonalds?" He asked Shane, taking the first exit they came to. Shane balled his tiny fists and brought them under his chin, grinning excitedly.

"YESSSSSS!" he squealed, causing Baracus to laugh.

"Alright I'll take you but we have to play a game, and if you lose we can't get McDonalds." Said Baracus seriously and Shane nodded, immediately focused his attention on Baracus; he REALLY wanted that McDonalds. "Okay, you have to get in the back of the car and cover yourself with my jacket and to stay that way until I say it's okay to come out. If anyone, and I mean ANYONE sees you, you lose the game. And losers don't get McDonalds.

"I won't lose!" said Shane with a determined look and quickly scrambled to the back of the car, covering himself.

True to his word, Shane stayed completely still and quiet as Baracus pulled through the familiar drive through of McDonalds. All he had to do was say he was a Yakavetta and he was served immediately and free of charge. This was the kind of respect and fear the Yakavetta family had in this town. They didn't even question him when he ordered a kid's chicken nuggets and a large coffee. Shane was silent until Baracus pulled into an abandon park by the river. "Okay kid, let's eat." Baracus exited the car and opened the back door, allowing Joe to tumble out. The pair made their way over to an old picnic table and Baracus gave Shane his happy meal.

"Thank you Bu-Bu." Said Shane happily, digging into his happy meal.

Baracus chuckled, "No problem kid."

An hour later, Baracus was finishing off the last of his coffee as he watched Shane amuse himself with the toy car that came in his happy meal. It wasn't long before Shane came over, plopping down next to Baracus on the bench and letting out a tired yawn. Shane placed his head tiredly on Baracus' lap and began to suck his thumb. It was then that Baracus knew he couldn't wait any longer… it was time to say goodbye. He carefully reached into pocket and pulled out his gun, bringing it mere inches away from the sleeping child's head. He was afraid that the sound of him cocking the gun would cause him to wake, but he merely shifted in his sleep, letting is hand fall slightly so that it was draping over the bench. Baracus let out a sigh of relief; he didn't think he could shoot the kid if he had to look into those innocent brown eyes.

He was seconds away from pulling the trigger when Shane's small, sleepy voice caused him to freeze, "I love you Bu-Bu."

I love you Bu-Bu. Four little words, and the mobster knew right then and there that he couldn't, wouldn't kill the small boy sleeping in his lap. He knew he had to act fast.

Carefully, he picked up the sleeping toddler and carried him to the BMW, placing him securely in the passenger's seat. He rushed around to enter through the driver side door, but made no move to start the car. He needed a plan. Taking the boy back to his family was obviously out of the question, and it's not like he could hide a toddler under his bed and hope that no one would notice. Looking over at Shane's sleeping form, he unconsciously began to bite his nails, a nervous habit he hadn't done since middle school, before he was adopted into the Yakavetta family.

Adopted.

It was then Baracus knew how he could save this little boy's life. He started the car and began to race towards downtown to the Child Services Agency building. He knew that hundreds of kids passed through the system every day. This kid was too young to remember who his real parents were, heck he didn't even know his last name yet. Joe Jonas would disappear once CSA got hold of him… it would be like he never existed. He reached the building sooner than he expected. It was dark and the streets were deserted. Baracus hastily pulled out a pen and paper, scribbling down a note:

This is Shane. I can't take care of him anymore. Find someone who can.

He folded the paper in half and got out of the car to circle around to the passenger's seat. Joe stirred awake when Baracus opened the door. "Bu-Bu? Do I have to go back in the closet now?"

"No kid, you never have to go there again." He picked him up so that Shane's head was resting on one of his broad shoulders. Baracus climbed the stairs to the agency and placed the sleepy boy at the top. He knelt down so he was eye level with Shane, "Take this note, give it to the first person that comes out of this building. Can you do that for me Shane?" Shane nodded, taking the note with one hand while holding onto his toy car with the other, but his brow was furrowed in confusion.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go away. I can't take care of you anymore, but these people," he pointed to the building behind him, "they'll take good care of you." With that, Baracus stood and headed back to the car, but stopped when he heard little feet following him. "Kid you gotta stay here."

"But I wanna go with you!" said Shane as tears began to form in his brown eyes.

"You can't kid." He made to turn around but was stopped when two small arms wrapped around his massive leg.

"Why can't I go with you? Did I lose the game? I promise to be good!" cried Shane desperately.

"Kid if you stay with me… the boogie man will get you." He pried the boy's death grip off his leg.

"No he won't! You'll save me! You're my bestest friend Bu-Bu."

"I'm not your friend."

"YES YOU ARE!"

"Would your best friend do this kid?" and with that, Baracus backhanded Joe roughly across the face. The force of the smack sent the small boy spinning and he scrambled back up the stairs before turning to face his attacker, disbelief and betrayal edged into the boy's deep brown eyes. Baracus did his best to keep his face stoic and free of emotion. "You have to take care of yourself now kid. You have to be strong." Shane said nothing to this; he just continued to stare at Baracus. "I'm sorry." Baracus mumbled quietly and he walked briskly to the BMW. He sped away from the building, all the while looking out the rearview mirror as Joe's trembling form became smaller and smaller… until he could see it no more. Two, salty tears ran down his face, but he didn't let anymore fall. If Baracus would have know exactly what type of life he had sentence the boy to, perhaps he would have turned the car around and blown the kid away right then and there… at least then Shane would die not knowing how cruel the world could actually be.

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