A/N: This is my first "official" fan fiction based off a movie please read and tell me what you think. Thank you to my awesome beta reader AM Ward who is writing her own Castle based fan fiction so go check it out. Please don't be mad if I don't update often I'm in my senior year of college, carrying 17 credit hours, holding down two jobs, and doing a thesis project. Enjoy.

Prologue

Bobby Mercer sat on the front porch of his mothers house looking out at the children playing a pick up game of street hockey. He thought back to the days that it was his mother Evelyn sitting on those steps knitting watching him and his three brothers battle the other kids on the block. They would always win because they didn't necissarily play fair by children standards, but it always brought back the fondest memories. It had been almost six months since he'd come back to Detroit for his mother's funeral and to avenge her unjustifiable death. Six months since one of his own brother's had been killed in the war that began and ended with the Mercer clan. While he watched the kids on the street he thought of the choices his mother had made in her life to be able to take in four kids in arguably the worst condition the foster care system could leave a child in and make such a difference. Jerry was married to Camile, had two beautiful girls with another child on the way and a budding appartment complex. Angel was married to his La Vida Loca, Sophia, and were trying to get pregnant.

"What do I have to show for the past six months." Bobby thought to himself.

He'd fixed up his mother's house to its former glory preshooting, and he had a steady job refferring for the hockey matches for the rink downtown. He wanted more for his life, to make a difference in a world that needed it. He wanted to make his mother proud. He'd come to the conclusion that to make his mother proud he would apply to be a foster parent like his mother had done before taking in him and his three very hard to manage brothers. He was just worried about the system not allowing him to take children in to his home considering his personal past history and everything that had happened after his mother's death.

Chapter 1

Bobby made his way into the social services office in downtown Detroit. It seemed the entire office stopped. The social workers just starred in the direction of the eldest Mercer. Bobby made his way straight to the back office where he knew the only social worker in the office who would give him a fighting chance.

"Hey Queenie!" Bobby sauntered into the small paper covered office.

"Bobby Mercer. What can this old lady do for you today?" Queenie spun around in her chair to get a good look at the grown man before her.

"I was hoping to do what my mom did for Jerry, Angel, Jack and me. Any chance someone would give this idiot a shot at helping some in need kids?"

"Maybe. If I know one thing Bobby it's that there will be few people in this office to take you seriously let alone let you get your hands on kids stuck in the foster care system, but you're looking at the craziest social worker of the bunch. I know your history as well as I know the history of the kids I'm dealing with. I think there's a case that would be perfect for you. Just fill out this paperwork, and I'll tell you about her." Queenie handed him a monstrous stack of forms to fill out.

"Wait," Bobby looked up from the forms, "her?"

"Yes. Lily was the daughter of a prominent political figure who ran for office with tons of skeletons in his closet. One of them being abusing his daughter. No one knows what the extent of it was or still is. She won't talk to anyone, and she has issues with violence. It sounded like an Evelyn case when she landed on my desk. She's about to be ejected from her foster home, and I'm looking for someone to take her in. You game Bobby Mercer?"

"I don't know how I'll be able to handle a girl when all I've ever known is brother's, but I'll try my best."

"She's more like you than you know Bobby." Queenie smiled.

"What do you mean by that?" Bobby finished filling out the paperwork.

"She fought almost everyday in her high school. She played field hockey at her last school before she got kicked off the team for violent behavior toward her coach. She's been in dance classes which seemed to help until she was about fourteen. No one but she knows what has happened to her other than her father hitting her and her mother watching without doing anything from the ages of four to eight. She's been a ward of the state ever since. I'm giving you this one first because she'll need to be handled with special care. You'll need to be the best version of Evelyn you ever knew Bobby."

"Yes Queenie. Do you know any of her interests? I was thinking of putting her in Jackie's old room. There's music posters pasted all over. I haven't laid a finger on the decor since he passed."

"She likes music. It seems to be the only thing she'll willingly tell us about herself. She has only a small number of belongings she's been able to keep throughout the shuffle. Her phone, an ipod, a stuffed dog and some clothes. You're going to have to buy her anything else she needs. She'll be arriving tomorrow afternoon with a social worker. Gentle Bobby, you're going to have to be gentle. She's a scared child who's most likely been fucked up by the flawed side of the system much like you and Jack, but I have a feeling she's worse than Jack." Queenie handed him a picture of a fifteen year old girl with red hair holding on to a stuffed dog as if it were her life.

"She's pretty for a foster case." Bobby surveyed the picture closely, "So she's fifteen, red-headed irish kid who still has a stuffed animal?"

"We tried to take it when she turned ten, but she wouldn't let us put a finger on it. That's the reason I think she's worse than Jack. Bobby are you sure you're ready for this? She's going to be a handful and a half."

"I'm ready Queenie. The house is too empty for my liking and all my brother's have things going on in their lives. I miss the sound of people in the house. I miss ma and Jack. I'm not trying to replace them if that's what you're thinking. I just want to do right by what ma started, and the only logical way I came to was picking up where she left off and finding kids that are as fucked up as the brothers I have. I know you're taking a big chance on me, and you have no idea how much this means to me to be able to give back. I'm gonna make moms proud."

"I know you are Bobby. I know. My suggestion is to frame this picture, and put it somewhere so she knows that you're in this for the long haul. I knew how Evelyn worked, and it wouldn't surprise me if you won't be able to find a home for her. She's in her teens and has trouble basically tattooed on her forehead. Welcome to foster parenting Bobby Mercer."

Bobby left the office and headed straight for Jerry's. He had to talk to Camille. He had no idea what a fifteen year old girl would need and he knew La Vida Loca would be no help here.