Note-It was a draw between "My Son" and "My Changes" because no one voted in about a week. So I'm going with "My Son" I'm going away tomorrow for my vacation, so it'll be a while before I can upload. Thanks, and enjoy!

JD's POV

It was silent in the car.

I sat in the front seat of the Porsche, my son sat in the back seat. This wasn't my car; I had borrowed it from Perry. I looked at the kid from the rearview mirror. He was staring out the window, his expression a mixture of sadness, anger and confusion. Poor kid…

I hadn't seen my son since Kim moved too far for me to come, when he was still a baby. It had been a long ten years. But now I didn't know what to say.

Kim died two weeks ago in a car crash.

What could I say?

I pulled up outside the apartment. I got out, and lifted Sam's suitcase out of the boot. Reluctantly, he followed.

In the ten years we had been apart, he had changed so much. What had started as an innocent, chubby baby had become a small, thin boy with sadness clogging up his dark blue eyes. He raked a hand through his brown hair, and sighed through gaunt lips. His face was sunken from loss of sleep and food.

But I couldn't tell him how much he looked like his mom.

My son went into the spare bedroom and shut the door behind him. I sighed, and got a beer from the fridge. I had developed a taste for it in the past decade, and I cracked it open as I sat down on the couch.

The door opened and shut, and Elliot walked into the room. I stood up, and walked over to her. I slid my arms around her waist and kissed her, needing to feel her soft lips against mine. Even in her early forties she was still beautiful, and her smile lines only added to it. She broke away, and smiled.

"Hey!" she said softly.

"Hey" I whispered back, and kissed her cheek again.

"When did you get back?"

"Just now. He's in the spare room"

Elliot nodded, and turned her head to the photo on the TV. Our wedding photo. That had been nine years ago, but I didn't love her any less than I had then.

Sam's POV

I lay on the bed, listening to the adults talking outside. Talking about me. Talking about how hopeless I was, probably. Not that I could actually hear them, but that was the sort of thing most adults say about kids like me.

I already hated it here.

If it wasn't for the stupid law I wouldn't be here. I would be back in Austin living with my grandma or my best friend Toby. But then again, if it wasn't for the stupid law, I would be doing lots of things. Hmm…

Sam runs into an off-liscence with a gun and points it at the shop owner. "Give me a large pack of Oreos or else I'll shoot!" he yells. The shop keeper picks up his own gun and shoots at Sam five times. Packets and jars crash to the floor, and Sam falls as he is hit.

Damn, I forgot the stupid law applies to everyone else as well!

Mom never liked me daydreaming like that. She always said it was too much like my dad. She hated my dad. So naturally, so did I. Hell, if its how you've been brought up, what can you do?

I used to go into random daydreams just to piss mom off. But now I would give it up completely just to see her again.

On the day of her funeral, someone sent me a chocolate cake in the post.

I felt a tear well up in my eye, but I didn't cry. I hadn't cried on the day of her death, and I didn't cry at her funeral. So why the hell would I be crying now?

I hate chocolate cake…