A/N Ok, so this is a new story, it is alternate universe and I hope that you enjoy it!

"Jason, could you come here for a moment? We have to talk."

"What mom?" Jason walked into the kitchen, a saunter in his step and a confused look on his face.

"I need you to come sit down," she gestured from the table and Jason nodded. "Look," she took a deep breath. "One of the men that I work with was murdered in his home early yesterday morning, Craig Gray, I don't know if you remember or not, he brought his wife Charlotte for dinner once – anyways, last night someone broke into their home and, well, yeah." Jason could tell that his mom was trying to stay strong for him, but that didn't stop him from putting a comforting arm around her.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"That's not all," she sighed. "Whoever it was left their son alive."

"Was he home?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "They beat him up, but in his statement he said that he was only injured because he was trying to protect his mother, they were going to leave him alone until he got in the way, it seems."

"Is he ok?"

"Yes," his mother nodded. "He's got some bruises and cuts, but most of the damage is emotional – you see, he doesn't have any other relatives, and, well your father and I are his god parents."

"You mean that…" Jason trailed off, unsure that he wanted to finish the question he had begun to ask.

"Well that's up to you, Jason. Your father and I have thought about this and we've decided to leave the choice up to you – just know that if we don't take this boy in, he'll be going to a foster home and then to god knows where."

"I can't believe you're asking me this," Jason sighed.

"What?"

"Right now he needs attention more than anything, there's no way he's going to a foster home."

"Oh, that's my Jason," his mother smiled and pulled him into a hug, kissing the top of his head. Normally he would have pulled away, telling her off so that she would leave him alone, but right now he didn't mind.

"What a shitty way to start summer vacation," Jason mused as he and his father waited for his mother to bring the new boy home. The Gray's had lived across the river, meaning that Shane, their son, had attended a different high school than Jason. Jason's mother had informed him that Shane was a year younger than him, and quite a bit different – Shane was quiet by nature, reserved, introverted, whereas Jason was loud, extroverted and friendly. He had promised to tone his tendencies down, though, because this new boy had been through something awful and he didn't need Jason's craziness.

"Remember, Jason, this boy-"

"Dad," Jason looked seriously at his father. "I know, ok? I fucking know that he's going to be shattered – if he wants to be alone, that's just fine with me. If he wants quiet company, I'll turn off the Flynn vocals."

"Thank you, Jason, I know that this means a lot to your mother, and it displays a very mature decision on your part-"

"They're here." Before Jason's father could continue, Jason cut him off, hearing the garage door go up. He tensed, but didn't get to his feet, that would be too eager and all together too much, so without being asked, he stayed on the chair in the living room where he had been sitting since his mother had left to go pick Shane up. It felt like hours before his mother finally entered the room, the new addition to the household in tow.

"This is Shane," she said, putting on gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. Jason's eyes scanned over him immediately. There was a mess of dark brown hair hanging over the boy's face, and he was looking down, making it hard to get a good look at his face. He was incredibly skinny and almost as tall as Jason, sporting jeans and a far too big hoodie, which was zipped up despite the warm weather. He was wearing a backpack and carrying a medium sized cardboard box in his hands. "Shane, this is my husband, Gregor, I believe you met him once at a party at your parent's house."

"Hello, how are you holding up?" Jason's father asked. The kid holding the box just shrugged.

"And this," Jason's mother gestured towards Jason. "Is my son, Jason."

"Jason," Jason said, nodding at Shane. "It's Jason." Shane offered a brief and pathetic excuse for a nod in Jason's direction.

"Alright, Jason why don't you take Shane upstairs and show him his room while you're father and I get the rest of the things from the car.

"Ok," Jason nodded and watched as his parents left for the garage. "Let me take that for you," Jason reached for the box, but Shane's arms tightened around it, and Jason shied away. "Sorry," he whispered. Shane said nothing. "Follow me," Jason said as he began to walk up the stairs. He didn't look behind, but the creaking of the steps let him know that Shane was behind him. "Ok, so this is your room," Jason pushed open the door of what had been their guest room. "I'm right across the hall if you need anything, or if you want to talk or listen to music or play any video games or really whatever," Jason shrugged. Again, Shane just nodded. "Do you want help unpacking?" Jason asked. Shane shrugged, and since it wasn't a shaking of the head, Jason took it as a yes.

"Alright, that's everything," Jason's father declared after setting the last of the two suitcases, guitar case and single box that had been brought from the van. Jason had been informed already that some of Shane's things were in a storage facility downtown and that he was only bringing the things that he wanted or needed – clothes, books, things like that.

"Sweetie, if you need anything, don't be afraid to let us know, alright?" Shane just nodded. "Ok, well dinner's going to be in about an hour, Jason?"

"Oh, I'm just gonna help him unpack."

"Did he say that was ok?" Jason's mother asked. Shane nodded in response to the question. "Alright, well we'll call you when there's food."

"Thanks mom," Jason offered his mom a small smile before turning to Shane. "Ok, so what first?"