-1Angel in disguise

A Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends fiction

Disclaimer: As always neither the show nor the characters are mine.

Even those who do not believe in the existence of divine beings in robes of white and wings who live in the clouds watching over us mortals there is a chance hey still believe in angles even if they don/t realize it.

Another successful if not chaotic friend adoption day slowly came to an end on an unusually cool day in august as a few dark clouds started to make themselves know above Foster's. Many of the home's residents and visitors could feel the cool chill of what looked to be one of the town's more dark storms.

One of these was a small brown haired 8 year old boy by the name of Mac. Sighing to himself as he looked over to the bluish blob like imaginary friend next to him the boy shook his head as he gave Bloo another shake of the head as Bloo giggled to him self. "It's gonna take Frankie a whole day to clean those foot prints off the ceiling you know right?" Giving his creator a shrug and blinking Blue huffed a bit. "Hey!! How was I supposed to know that little old man could move that fast?

Shaking his head again Mac couldn't help but give a small chuckle at that. Of course Bloo jumping out in A Tiki Mask claiming to the great god of some imaginary volcano under the house would scare a lot of people. " Don't even get started on the Pomeranian who went nuts after the old guy ran over it's tail and scared poor Eduardo causing him to scream startling the rich lady standing beside him causing her to spill the cup of tee all over her BRAND NEW white dress and fainting in Harriman's arms. Seriously, the guy looked like he was carrying the bus by himself!!"

…..Bloo Blinked at the now panting Mac who seemed to rival Gloo at how fast he was just talking just now until a smirk crossed his face. "Don't need to. You just did." Smacking his forehead Mac muttered under his breath as he once again sighed and wondered to him self how he could have imagined someone so opposite of him. That was until he heard the sound of a familiar car pull onto the street and took a deep breath as his mom's newest boyfriend pulled his convertible up beside the boy who rolled his eyes.

Hearing the obnoxiously loud and trademark honk of the rather ugly car Mac jumped as a large yelp escaped his lips. Silently scolding himself Mac wondered at himself how he could still be startled by it after 3 months. Of course this would elicit a laughing spree from Terrance who seemed to love his mom's new choice in people she chose to see.

"Hey there champ!" The sly voice called out causing the little boy to look up finally. "Hi Steve", the boy spoke quietly trying to be as respectful as possible no matter how much he disliked him. "Did Mom ask you to pick me up from…?" Slowly the boy's voice trailed off as he noticed to his complete confusion his mom sitting in the seat beside him. A pair of sunglasses hiding her eyes as she sat back in the seat obviously enjoying some corny old song as Terrance continued to laugh at him from the back seat.

Of course at this point seeing his mom with him was not was confused him. (She had pretty much spent most of her free time with him since she had met him and in her eyes. Anytime she wasn't working was now considered free time). What did confuse him was the large number of suitcases and bags that took up the remainder of the back seat.

"Hey champ! Dog got your tongue?" The man asked as with that god awfully annoying chuckle.

"That's cat ya' dumb…" Before Bloo could finish his mumbling Mac gently nudged him and gave him a look before shaking his head. Finally looking back to the man with the painfully obvious wig on his head Mac blinked before finally finding his voice again.

"Um hey Steve…are you…going somewhere?" This suddenly made his mom squirm a bit in her seat as she turned down the volume of the stereo which brought a curious look to the little boy's face but chose to shake it off for now. Once again Steve chuckled a grin adorned his face. "Close champ. We're going somewhere."

Something about how he had said that really got under his skin now and suddenly like the clouds above him Mac's mind grew dark with he ominous feelings that refused to clear away no matter how hard he tried. Um…okay…well…er…Can I go say good bye to Frankie before we…"

Mac was suddenly interrupted as the man held up a finger with that grin Steve stopped him with a nervous chuckle. Well ya see champ that's why were here. We actually wanted to talk to this Frankie ourselves. See what kind of gal she was.

This was finally where Bloo had popped up in front of Mac raising an eye as he looked at the man as if he had been sucking on the end of his muffler. Despite Mac's obvious objection Bloo decided to open his mouth. "Hey there Steeeeve, Can I call ya Steve? Great" Without actually giving him a chance to talk he continued on. "So Steve what do you do for a living and how old are you and such an interesting hair cut I don't think I've seen that color in mph!" Mac growled as he covered the blue blob's mouth and was about to speak when he heard a pair of footsteps rush up to the group.

"Ah there you are! You should be so proud! This little guy was so helpful today." \Spinning around to see his favorite red headed caretaker Max couldn't help but get a large grin across his face although a hint of blush seemed to spread across his cheeks in a simply adorable way.

"Hi Frankie, You knew my mom was coming?" Things were definitely getting confusing but, with Frankie nearby his mood seemed to lighten even if only a little.

"Yeah She called about 15 minutes ago saying she needed to talk to me about going out of town. I told her if she was worried about Bloo while you were gone she wouldn't have to worry but she said she needed to talk to me so I said come on over! Besides I thought she'd like to know how much of a big help you've been."

Pushing down her sunglasses a bit she watched the interaction between the two and how her little boy's blush seemed to deepen as a wide grin grew on his face as a sardonic smile displayed across her own. "They seem so happy together. She just might be able to give him the care I haven't" she muttered to herself as Frankie happily invited them all in for lemonade.

Once all had gotten inside Bloo had started going on about lemonade bouncing around asking Mac's mom about where they were going until a certain distinguished Rabbit happened to hop into the room and cleared his voice causing a knowing imaginary friend to stiffen up and roll his eyes.

"Master Bloorigard! I believe we have a discussion about a certain ceiling to get to?" With a groan Bloo turned around and whined overdramatically, "But Harriman Lemonade! " Shaking his head the fellow imaginary friend cleared his throat again. "You should have thought about that before you broke Atleast…ahem…" Pulling out a pad of paper he quickly skimmed through a few pages before shaking his head. "Well let us just say you broke quite a many of the home's rules." This only caused the little blue friend to whine again. "But lemonade And Mac I can't just…"

Feeling a hand on his shoulder Bloo turned to see his smiling creator who gave him a reassuring look and couldn't help but smile himself a bit. "Don't worry Bloo I wouldn't leave without saying bye and you can have my lemonade okay?" Standing there for a moment Bloo finally groaned and nodded before he was unwillingly dragged off as the rabbit started in on his tirade.

With a weak chuckle Mac watched the scene before a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. That was when the mirth left him and that same feeling of dread returned suddenly. Turning around to see the serious look on everyone's face Max's heart seemed to start pounding harder as beads of sweat started to form on Mac's forehead.

"What's going on? Mom, Frankie?" This was really getting awkward and fast. Not to mention you could probably cut the tension with a knife. What was going on? Everybody was acting so weird since they got here and mom…she hadn't really said anything. Swallowing nervously he looked between his mom and Frankie and couldn't help but let out a meek whimper.

Seeing that Mac needed the reassurance his mother knew she needed to comfort him but before she could take a single step Frankie had taken the initiative. Placing her hands on his shoulders suddenly she smiled weakly. Thinking it over it was probably for the best.

"Hey kiddo why don't you go help grandma foster with the lemonade and we'll be out in a few minutes. You're family wants to talk to me for a moment and…well we just wouldn't want to bore you with boring adult talk okay?"

Taking a deep breath the little boy started to protest wanting to admit how they were scaring him, wanting to beg them to let him know what was going on before Frankie spoke a tad on the stern side but still gentle. "Mac… You're mom and I need to talk and I need you to help Grandma okay? I promise we'll talk when we're done. Okay?

Not one to argue. Especially when Frankie got that look on her face Mac gave a nod getting rewarded with a pat to the head before he turned and slowly walked out barely hearing Frankie say something as he left.

For most being sent off to let people talk to them waiting tended to seem to take forever but fortune had seemed to be merciful at least a little as Bloo grumbled as he entered the kitchen getting a surprised look from the other.

"Mac what're you doing' in here?! I thought you and you're mom we're talking to Frankie." The look on Mac's face immediately explained what was going on. Giving the boy an understanding smiling he hobbled over and chuckled a bit. Chuckling himself Mac shook his head and gave Bloo an odd look. "So how did you get out so quickly? Harriman usually goes off on you for at least 30 minutes going on about how rules are there to keep the gears of society moving or something like that. "Shrugging with a bit of a grin Bloo gave another laugh. "Come on Mac even Harriman wouldn't be cruel enough to prevent me from saying goodbye to my best friend right?" With a nod Mac chuckled and gave his own imaginary friend a big smile.

"So…think we gave them enough time?" Mac asked as he picked up the tray of glasses of lemonade. Generally everybody knew it was usually Bloo to be the impatient one but with all of this commotion suddenly Mac didn't think he could wait any longer. Of course being Bloo the usual smart-ass the blue blob just stood there rubbing his chin. "Hmmmmmm… I dunno." Upon seeing the glare on Mac's face Bloo laughed and waved it off. "Aw come on buddy I'm just kidding let's go.

Things once again seemed back to normal as the two joked back and forth as they made there way back to the front of the house laughing without a worry between the two of them. Mac didn't know what it was about Foster's but the place always seemed to make him feel better no matter how bad things got. In a way not only did Foster's become a home for Bloo but…It had become a second home for Mac as well. Taking it all in Mac had not been prepared for what he was about to hear next.

As the boy was about to turn the corner opening his mouth to announce his presence Frankie sniffed sounding a bit hurt and trying to speak quietly.

"Fine…But I want him to hear from your own mouth why you're Abandoning your own son. Why you're going to break your son's heart and give him up. He deserves that much. I won't be the one to say that…"Frankie had to stop to stifle a sob. This was one of the hardest experiences she had ever gone through in her life. "You will explain why you're Giving Mac up!

Mac's mother had nodded and attempted to speak quietly when the sound of glass shattering and liquid went flying. That was when everything had gone painfully silent and as realization hit Frankie, Harriman (who had stepped in to help) Frankie, and Madame Foster slowly turned to the small figure who now stood only feet away. Although the boy was already short being only 8 the figure they saw before them seemed so much smaller at that moment. Blinking slightly Frankie stepped a little closer but stopped seeing how his pupil's had shrunk almost to the point of non existence Frankie gave an Audible "Crap!" His mother stood there in terror as both hands quickly moved to muffle a mixture of a garbled sob and a startled scream.

This was not how she had wanted this to go…but than again what did she expect. She had told these kind people they in no merciful terms were giving up her little boy. Before they had the chance to even attempt to soften the blow, if possible at all there he was, a look as if Eduardo as kind as a creature as he was had smacked him across the face.

As anger boiled and rage formed in Frankie's throat screaming to be released she turned to the mother to spew forth her wrath she stopped hearing a strangled squeak. As they once again turned their attention to Mac the boy could only whimper a heartbreaking

"Mommy?"