Hey guys, so, this is just something I was inspired to write after reading a fanfic from a different fandom. Given enough positive response, this could definitely become something a lot more. RxR and enjoy.

Sarah Manning blinked her heavy eyelids, lifting her head, taking in the area around her. She was still in the fancy car she vaguely remembered being loaded into.

"Sarah Manning, you have been pressed with the following charges: abuse of illegal drugs, and the assault of an on duty police officer. Seeing as you are 17 and are currently in foster care with no legal guardian, we have two options here. The first is you will be persecuted for your crimes and be sent before a jury to determine your jail time. The second, is that you are sent to a residential rehabilitation center for a duration of time to be determined at a later date. After your stay at the facility you will be sentenced to probation with limited community service time. Seeing as these are your options, I've decided to let you decide." The judge said as she sat feet above Sarah, the few people in the room hanging onto her every word, just like Sarah was herself.

She stood before the judge, hands cuffed behind her back, combat boots pulled over the bottoms of her leather pants, a light red tank top under her open leather jacket. Her dark hair fell about her in an almost wave, her blonde streak pulled back in her usual side braid. And despite feeling confident about her looks, Sarah was dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do. She certainly didn't want to go to prison, that's for sure. She could never leave Helena, her slightly younger twin sister, for that long. She could be there for years, who even knew. But on the other hand, rehab didn't really sound like her cup of tea. But, she would certainly be in there for less time than in prison, and who cared about probation or community service? Certainly not Sarah.

Having made up her mind, Sarah looked at the judge, clearing her throat slightly before replying. "I'd like to go to rehab, your honor." With that, the judge pounded her gavel, and everyone in the room began to prepare for the next case. Sarah was grabbed by two cops, and eventually she found herself being loaded into a fancy black car.

Sarah lifted her still cuffed hands to her face, carefully rubbing her eyes, careful not to smudge her already smudged, 3 day old eyeliner. Sarah was surprised at how quickly her trial went. Three days ago, her and her sister had went out to a club where Sarah immediately ran into some "friends" of hers and got high. Everything after that was blank. Next thing she knew she was being held for 3 days while the court seemed to speed along her trail. She supposed they were just ready to get rid of her. She and her sister had enough run-ins with the cops a few times over the years. Heaving a deep sigh, Sarah ran her hands awkwardly though her hair, giving it a shake. She hadn't showered in a week and it certainly showed. Living on the streets was not hygienic and her skin showed faint traces of dirt and she smelled horribly of the stench of streets and cheap perfume she managed to steal from the corner store while her sister distracted the clerk.

The man driving the car looked up at Sarah, hearing her sigh.

"Oh good, you're awake. I was worried you were gonna sleep all the way there." he said, briefly meeting her eyes in the rear view mirror, before glancing back at the road. "I'm Mark, I work for the courts. It's my job to make drives like these, to rehabs and airports and whatnot."

Sarah, still groggy, squinted at him. He wasn't attractive to her, but he also wasn't bad looking. His dark hair was short, and Sarah found the haircut unflattering to his facial structure. His eyes were wide, as well as the rest of his face. Sarah could see a silver wedding band around his finger from where she sat. "How long until we get there?" she asked. Sarah didn't care that much for small talk.

He gave her a small smile before replying, " About ten minutes until we reach the rehabilitation center you'll be staying at."

Sarah nodded and gave a small noise of recognition, turning to glance out the window to her right. Trees flew past as Mark drove down an empty road. She felt hypnotized by them and wondered if there were still drugs in her system. Probably not. Her eyes grew heavy and she had to shake her head and sit up to stay awake. Car rides always made her sleepy. After 7 minutes (Sarah counted them to stay awake), Mark turned onto a rather nicely paved road and drove for another minute before he reached a large black iron fence built into a huge brick wall. Sarah assumed that this was the rehab she would be forced to stay at. Mark pulled up to a box and rolled down his window. He leaned out and pressed a button, which gave a buzz. A voice rang out, but Sarah couldn't hear what was being said. Mark replied to the voice "I'm here with Sarah Manning, your newest attendant." After a beat, another buzz rang out and the large gate retreated back into the brick wall and Mark drove forward.

It was about twenty seconds of driving past more trees until the road curved left and the trees stopped and the facility came into view. Sarah had to duck her head to see out the windshield to see it, and she nearly gasped in awe. The building was huge. Sarah had to guess it was maybe five or six stories tall, and nearly a football field long all around. There were many large windows stuck into the side of it, that Sarah could barely tell that the building was brick just like the large fence that had disappeared into the trees. Sarah assumed that it circled around the entirety of the property. The trees curved around the large lawn, as if the area had been perfectly carved out of the woods. Sarah watched as Mark continued to drive slowly up to the building, following the curved road that looped into a circle that Sarah had only seen in fancy rich guy's homes on TV. In the center of a circle, in front of a flagpole, stood a huge stone sign that showed the engraved name of what Sarah assumed was the name of the facility, "The DYAD Rehabilitation and Mental Care Center." Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ten seconds, the car came to a stop.

Mark turned off the car, and after giving her another annoyingly cheerful smile for someone that just drove onto a rehab/mental institution, climbed out of the car and circled over to her side. Pulling open the door, he stood back and allowed Sarah to climb out, all the while the smile plastered onto his face. Sarah had the urge to punch it off of him, but couldn't due to her cuffed hands. Mark grabbed her arm gently, making Sarah jump from the contact, and turned her, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking her cuffs.

Just then, one of the two white doors opened, and a woman stepped through them. She was tall and slightly large, but Sarah could tell it was all muscle. The had long wavy brown hair but in the sunlight Sarah could see soft tones of auburn and a few gray hairs here and there. She had on a blue and black unbuttoned plaid flannel on over a dark shirt and dark pants. If Sarah had to guess, she's assume the woman was around her late 40's, early 50's, and liked hiking and hunting in the woods.

"Hello Sarah," she greeted, and Sarah could tell she had an accent. Irish if she had to guess. The woman extended her hand, and Sarah shook it hesitantly. "My name is Siobhan Sadler, but you may call me Mrs. S. I'm a nurse here and I'll be here to show you around and take care of your needs from time to time."

Sarah nodded and instantly her personality took over. Her back dropped into a slouch and her head fell slightly to the side. "Uh, yeah, alright. So, uhm, yeah, let's uh- let's get this show on the road then I guess."

Mrs. S looked at the car. "Do you have any things with you? Any luggage or something?" she asked. Sarah began to say "no" but Mark nodded and opened the trunk and pulled out a small ruddy bag that Sarah recognized instantly. That was her bag she kept all her clothes in when her and Helena moved around. She stiffened, her back going rigid and her fists clenching.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" she asked angrily. Mark having her bag meant he found where her and Helena were staying which meant Helena might not be safe. While the blonde could certainly take care of herself physically if a fight were to break out, but emotionally Helena was similar to a child. She had a hard time keeping her morals while on her own and she didn't want Helena scared or fighting, or in custody.

He handed her the bag quickly, which she took rather violently, and put his hands up in defense. "Your sister was at the courthouse before you left, and she gave one of our officers this, saying it was yours. Nobody took it, I promise," he said softly, as if not to startle or anger her.

With the reassurance, Sarah calmed slightly, yet still on edge. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, but instead of jumping, she calmed slightly. She looked over and the nurse Mrs. S was watching her carefully, a hint of a genuine smile on her face and Sarah felt no urge to hit the woman. In fact, she felt the urge to trust her.

"Ready, love?" she asked. Sarah took in a deep breath, letting it out in a huff, and nodded, turning to the large white doorway. A brick archway stood over the doors, which looked so perfect they seemed almost fake. Sarah could hear the sound of Mark's car door opening and slamming shut, and the soft purr of the engine as the car started. She listened as it drove away while taking the three steps up the stairs and the five to the door. Mrs S. held the door open for the teen and gestured for her to walk in. With another deep breath, Sarah walked in, and from then on, her life was changed for forever.

AN: Okay, so I know it's pretty short, but I hope you guys liked it. Make sure to leave reviews and thank you for reading. -Haley