AN: I cannot believe I'm actually writing one of these. But its summer and I'm bored as mess. Plus, I like character development, which we definitely didn't see in Ryan this season. UGH

So here you go. It pretty much stinks, but what do ya do…. Spoilers are for everything, including the season finale. I got bored and figured we need a background story for everyone's favorite character. Well, some people's.

Ding Dong……

"This confirms that it IS blood…."

Dinnnnngggg Dong!

"H, give me a minute, I'm saving the world…."

BANG BANG BANG!

"AAA!" Ryan Wolfe screamed as he leapt out of bed. "Wha….dang it, it was another dream!" Glancing at the clock, he groaned seeing that it was 2: 47 AM, and he was probably not going to be able to go back to sleep. He finally realized someone was at the door, and went downstairs to check it. Being the careful person he was, he grabbed his gun and a bottle of disinfectant before opening the door.

He put the gun down. He didn't want to look stupid. Then he slowly opened the door and his eyes widened at what he saw. "Amy? What are you doing here? Does your dad know where you are?" He put the bottle of cleaner down and ushered her inside.

"Probably not…" the exhausted teenager said. At that moment, she pulled out a big plastic bag filled with prescription bottles and syringes.

"I need you to flush these," she said as she walked in.

He looked at the bag in bewilderment. "Are these yours?" he asked.

"Oh my gosh! NO! They're my…someone else's."

"Who do these belong to?" his tone becoming serious.

"My dad…" she said quietly.

Ryan then thought of his brother. He knew that he hadn't been quite right since his wife had died, but Ryan never imagined he would start using. It was then he noticed the bruise on his niece's face.

"How did that get there?"

Her eyes widened. "You know what, if you can just take these and like, turn them in or something, that would be great….Well, it's been…..well, I gotta go!"

As she turned to scurry out the door, he grabbed her by the arm and put the drugs on the floor. "I know you didn't come here in the middle of the night to dump some drugs on me and take off. Tell me what's going on. Did your dad hit you?"

"Look, this is the only time it's happened! He was drunk or something, I don't know. He totally freaked out on me, so I took his stash and booked it out of there….I didn't really know where else to go. He ran after my car, but stopped when he realized he couldn't chase it down the highway…."

Ryan stopped and thought of his brother running down the highway. He almost laughed, but then remembered the circumstances, and rubbed his sore eye. Then he thought of how his eye really wasn't that much better since the nail gun incident. Snapping back to reality, he said "So he doesn't know you're here?"

"I guess not. I just told him I was going to leave if he didn't quit. And he kept on using, so I left. While he was screaming at me, he said all of this is worth about 1200. I didn't want to throw this away, in case people like you find it in a dumpster with my fingerprints all over it."

"Ok, that probably wouldn't happen, but you made the right choice coming over here. Look, I have a guest room upstairs and it's late, so why don't you just sleep in there?"

"What if he comes here?" She said.

"Well I doubt he will, seeing as how you stole his car. But don't worry, the doors are locked and I've got a…..I'm a cop." He didn't want her to imagine her father being shot.

"Ok. I guess I could stay here. But tomorrow I'm….leaving the country!!"

He chuckled at her spur of the moment decision and said, "Alright, don't forget your passport. Now go to sleep, tomorrow's a school day."

She made a face remembering school the next day. "Whatever….see you in the morning… oh wait, um…thanks Uncle Ryan"

He looked at her and said, "Of course."

She went upstairs to the guest room and Ryan wondered whether she should go to school or not. What if John came after her there? He rubbed his eye and figured he would deal with it in the morning.

He saw a spot on the counter and started to rub it with a sponge. Wait, his eye was making the spot….he thought maybe he should at least try to sleep. He grabbed his gun and went upstairs and lay down in his bed. Then he stared at the wall until his alarm went off at 6 AM.

AN: Yay! I know, it was totally short…When I finished, I was like, dude, this is so long! Then I looked and saw it's pretty small. But whatever.

Word of advice, don't listen to Hakuna Matata while writing…