DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY MATERIAL FROM KYLE XY, THIS STORY IS FOR MY OWN (AND OTHERS) PURE PLEASURE.
This is my first KYLE XY fanfiction and I really excited. It's in Tom Foss's POV. Please review!
P.S. It is slight AU because I needed to change a few dates to allow things to work, otherwise the story would be SO contradictory :P
"Are they your family?" Kyle asked holding up a photo frame that was lying under a pile of books.
"Yes." I said rudely and snatched the photo away from him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -;" he went to say as I cut him off.
"Don't worry."
There was an awkward pause as I put the photo away. I turned back around and Kyle was looking back down through Adam Baylin's files. The look on his face killed me, I hated yelling at him.
"Yes. They were my family." I said softly. His head lifted; suddenly interested.
"What do you mean were?"
This was the question I had dreaded to hear him ask. I knew the answer but I didn't want to say. Another pause.
"They were killed a 10 years ago by a drunk driver."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Now lets get back to work."
I led Kyle outside and took him over in front of the town hall.
"You're going to run the stairs. Up and Down until 6'." I commanded. The funny smirk appeared on his face.
"What are you waiting for Grandma? Get going!"