chapter one- first meetings
A/N: fair warning(goes for whole story): this story very vaguely follows canon.
G. Callen shot a murderous glare at the passing cornfields, as though they were somehow responsible for his current plight. anger at the world bubbled through his veins hotly, inwardly, he was seething. the last thing in the whole wide word he wanted was to be driven to another house in the middle of nowhere, in a last ditch attempt at giving him a semblance of a family. he didn't need a family, never had and never would.
Mrs. James, his social worker, glanced over at the sullen teen and suppressed a sigh. Callen, as he preferred to be called, had been bounced around enough in her opinion, but the state insisted she give it one more try. She'd conceded, but refused to nourish the spark of hope lit within her. The family appeared promising, but appearances could be deceiving.
In what seemed an absurdly short amount of time to Callen, they arrived at the house. Upon first glance he grudgingly admitted inside his own head that it wasn't the worst house he'd ever stayed at. It was a neatly kept egg-colored house, with a wraparound porch. He also admitted that it was probably the biggest place he'd ever stayed at, land-wise; he could see a few small buildings clustered together in the distance, almost near the woods that edged the property, and a big red barn with an attached pen to complete the set.
However, he refused to admit anything out loud, and simply leaned against the car with his arms crossed while Mrs. James made nice or whatever. The family appeared just as nice as the house; he extinguished the tiny flame of hope that lit within him. He'd be leaving first chance he got.
However, the next person to step onto the porch almost changed everything.
The hottest girl he'd ever seen exited the house, smiling politely and shaking Mrs. James' hand. She had long red hair, tanned skin, and features so delicate they brought to mind fairies from kids' stories. From his stance he could hear the low murmur of conversation, and when the girl laughed, he swore his heart stopped for a minute.
Mrs. James turned suddenly and waved him over, and suddenly, he got hold of himself and remembered his earlier resolve. He hardened his heart, and vowed that one way or another, he'd find a way to escape as soon as possible. And then he'd be free, and he'd run so fast and hide so well that they'd never be able to catch him.
Never.
