AN: This is an AU where the 1P and 2P are siblings, and human. They are also much younger in this fic, and are in the foster system. I own nothing except Ms. Anna.

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Anna Jackson was a simple woman, with simple needs. She could support herself just fine, and was quite content. However, Anna was missing something: she couldn't have children. That was the main reason she decided to foster the group of boys. They were good boys, despite their quirks. You see most of the boys she took care of were mentally challenged in one way or another. Arthur had OCD and mild dyslexia, while his youngest brother Mathew had extreme social anxiety. There was also Alfred, Arthur's next to youngest brother, who had nothing wrong with him other then a big ego. There was also Allen, who had acute paranoia, and Matt who was also somewhat normal. The one that required the most attention, however, was Arthur's twin brother Oliver. Oliver was an autistic psychopath, with an extremely childish nature, and a taste for poison. He was a sweetheart, but so easy to upset. He was a very sensitive person, with a roller coster of emotions, and a hatred for swearing (to the point that he carried a 'swear jar' with him everywhere he went). And thus our troubles began.

Anna was in the middle of an important meeting, when she got the text from the baby sitter saying she needed to come home. After texting her children through the meeting, she discovered it was Oliver related. As soon as the meeting got out, she raced home, to find the sitter gone, the house a reck, and Oliver nowhere in sight.

She got Allen's attention and told him to explain but he stubbornly denied any knowledge of what happened. Anna found Mathew in the corner, hiding behind his stuffed polar bear. And went over to ask him what happened.

"Oliver said a bad word..." Mathew whispered, before curling into a ball around his bear.

Anna nodded and walked toward the bathroom. She knocked on the closed door lightly, before opening it to a saddening sight. Oliver was bent over the sink, with a red bar of soap, furiously scrubbing his mouth with the slippery substance. Anna stepped into the bathroom, and put her hand on Oliver's wrist, to stop his scrubbing. The boy looked up at her, and took the soap out of his mouth. He had tears flowing down his face, and bubbles in the corners of his mouth. "H-hi mommy..."

"Hi Ollie..." Anna said, slowly taking the soap from her charge. "What's wrong baby?"

"I-I said a b-bad word..." Oliver responded, in a heart breaking voice. His tears were still flowing, and his baby blue eyes were swimming with the ones still to come.

"It's okay baby..." Anna said, "you don't have to keep washing your mouth out... You're forgiven..."

Oliver shook his head furiously and said, "I said a bad word! Bad boys who have naughty language should have their mouths washed out with soap! I said a bad word, and that makes me a bad boy! I said a bad word!" Oliver's voice was shaking, but his resolve was clear. He wanted to be fully punished for his language.

Anna shook her head and pulled Oliver into a hug. "I love you Oliver, and you mustn't be so hard on yourself. You're not a bad boy... You're a very good boy, who said something bad, and payed for it... You've already punished yourself fully... You don't need to keep going..."

Oliver started sobbing into Anna's shoulder, as the woman effortlessly picked him up and started singing to him. His cries slowly died down, and he soon fell asleep in Anna's arms.

Anna smiled at the boy, and took him to his room. She tucked the boy into his bed, and ran her hand through his strawberry blonde hair, lovingly. She kissed the boy's forehead, and looked at the soap she had ripped from his hands only moments ago. She sighed, and stood up to walk to the bathroom. She put the soap on the highest shelf in the Medicean cabinet so that the small boy would not be able to reach it. Maybe some day he would be able to let himself swear, but for now, Anna needed to be extra carful with her little Ollie.

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AN: this was an idea that popped into my head while I was reading another story on davenart. I hoped you liked it, and if you want I might write more one shots with Oliver's brothers and Anna.