A/N: Something different I wanted to try. Something I read made me think, 'What if'. Enjoy and don't forget to review!

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Summary: Tala is adopted into a loving home, starting a new life but he had to his friends behind. It's not quite often blessings come in disguises but in this case, it's more than a blessing; it's a gift.

Chapter 1: Never Say Goodbye

You know when you have the feeling that you know your time has come? I have.

I stared outside the window covered with snow, frozen to the glass. The sight of white usually calmed the soul but to me, it meant nothingness. It reminded me of lonely nights locked away in a dark room deprived of warmth, food, water and light. Those memories used to haunt me every day and now, they seem nothing more than fleeting visions.

I opened my eyes again, blue eyes focusing on several pieces of luggage propped against the wall waiting for my timed departure. I couldn't stop thinking about this; I knew the time eventually would come but I never expected it to be this soon. Maybe I needed this, a new beginning, a new life. Hearing several knocks from my door, I allowed whoever was on the other side to enter. The door creaked open; I turned my head back to the snow covered window. I didn't need to see the guests. Well, more like I didn't want to see the guests.

The first person who entered was Spencer. The large teen looked at me almost if questioning how I was fairing. Not too bad, actually. Although silent, his eyes speak for him. I heard shuffling from behind him; small footsteps entered my room and I guessed right, it was Ian. I felt Ian's eyes watching my every move, trying to read me but being the way I was, I hid my emotions well. Maybe a bit too well. Lastly, Bryan entered. I turned my head locking eyes with him then moved to the others. Maybe it was time I spoke.

I jumped down from the window sill approaching them, "This a farewell committee?" I said without any hint of emotion in my voice.

Curious aren't you why my friends came to say goodbye? Here's the story: Since the fall of BEGA, things got a bit interesting. Mr. Dickenson, the kind soul as he was, thought we, the Blitzkrieg Boys deserved a loving family. Needless to say, I didn't quite appeal to the idea of him suddenly putting us up for adoption; we weren't lost puppies in the snow. Well, he didn't really put us for adoption but he gave us the choice if we wanted to live with others and start a normal life. I saw where he was coming from; all our lives we were trained to literally become machines.

Honestly, I quite liked the idea of staying with my teammates. Those were my friends and my closest family I'd ever have. Although, I had something the others didn't; I used to have parents. I couldn't remember much of them except my father used to be in the Russian military before he was dismissed because of his alcoholism. The bastard came home every night drunk to the core throwing his fists at my mother. I couldn't remember much of her except she was a beautiful woman until my father disfigured her face with his Swiss army knife. After her untimely death, I was left alone with the bastard. Every day he sent me on 'missions'. On days that were below zero, my father sent me out to get him booze. I hated the idea but if I didn't comply, he threatened I would be next. I did everything I was told until the miserable bastard died of an overdose. That day, I was the happiest boy alive.

Shortly after that's when my abbey life began; I didn't trust anybody except myself. I could only depend on myself. I only—

"Hey Tala,"

I snapped out of my thoughts abruptly locking eyes with Ian. He extended his hand out to me. Now wasn't this unusual? It was a farewell card. Picking the card, I scanned its contents reading everything they wrote for me. It almost forced me to pick up the corners of my lips, transforming it into a smile. Almost. Instead, I nodded, acknowledging and folded the card before placing it into a pocket in my jacket.

Another knock. I sighed, walking past them, opening the door. It was Mr. Dickenson. He asked me if I was ready. I nodded in response. He looked around the room scanning for my neatly packed luggage. Clicking his fingers, two other people entered my room gathering my luggage then left, as quickly as they came. The door closed again leaving me with my teammates—friends.

I breathed, "This isn't goodbye," I said eyeing everybody. "I'm just moving into a new house, into a new family in the suburbs, that's all. You guys can still visit me."

"We know," Spencer responded, his face unchanged. "It'll be different without you around here."

"You already miss me when I haven't even left yet?" I joked. "My, my, I guess you guys really do like my bossing around."

Spencer grunted, clearing his throat.

Glancing at the antique clock on the wall, I said, "Well, it's time to go."

I could barely make eye contact with my friends as I walked down the stairs with hands stuffed into my jacket. The floorboards creaked signaling my arrival. Mr. Dickenson looked up with a warm smile on his face asking if I was ready. Yes, I was. The more he questioned, the more I began to doubt this. I shook my head; I made the decision to start a new life with a new family. A family I never had as a child. I moved to the door until footsteps caught my attention. I turned around and there they were again… my friends.

Bryan was the first one to step out of line and without a word, he hugged me. I didn't have time to compute what was going on but before I knew it, Ian did the same followed by Spencer. My friends… right?

"You guys," I said firmly. "Stop acting like you'll never see me again,"

"I hate myself for doing this," Bryan spoke putting some distance between me and him. "Likewise, I can do anything I want now!"

I chuckled, "Don't bet on it. In my absence, Spencer will be in charge. I trust him to not burn the house down."

"That's not fair!"

I raised an eyebrow, "Since when life was fair?"

It was probably the last time I get to laugh with my friends like this. Mr. Dickenson placed a hand on my shoulder signaling it was time to go. I placed my hand on the cold doorknob before slowly turning it. I glanced over my shoulder for one last time at my friends, waving goodbye to me.

Just as a small gush of wind past me, I smiled at my friends one last time before walking into the light, ready to start anew.