I'm Baaack! For now at least! And randomly I came up with this idea while watching Carlos PenaVega in Dancing With The Stars :)

For all of my Power Ranger fanfiction fans: DON'T HATE ME! I'm going to get to them this week! Tomorrow hopefully! Or even tonight! I started my sophomore year of school and the first few weeks I had hit a major slump and wasn't doing well in ANY of my classes. So I had to ditch some things and try again. But tomorrow through this weekend I am going to start writing a bit. It might only be a few chapters, but it'll be enough

For all of my Descendants fans as well: I'm going to be getting to Not So Long Ago. As well. But the explanation with my others, is the same explanation as well

This story is set sort of in the series, but after the boys became super famous and went their own way. I wanted to keep with the show but still have some more adult content with it to show they had grown up. So don't be mad that it's not during the show or anything like that. Just go with it.

Onward!

They always told Carlos to be careful. They couldn't always be there for him. They wanted to know that wherever they left him, he would know not to be so trusting, and to take care of himself. But they were so wrong.

California never really got cold in the winters, the lowest it usually got was maybe in the low forties. But with the sun not showing its face for two long weeks and the wind picking up every day and through the night, California was cold.

That didn't stop Carlos Garcia, however. Actually, that didn't stop him or his three friends, from enjoying their life in California. Ever since Big Time Rush finally got their big break and had a world tour, everything had changed, but the boys were still brothers, and they enjoyed their times together.

James Diamond had went on to be a model and having roles in big movies. His music was still a part of his life, and he always stayed grounded. Logan Mitchell had let his music career go. He hadn't forgotten, but his dream was to be a doctor, and after many essays and applications, he got into a great University and started his career on to being a doctor. Kendall still played, but he had been recruited by California's hockey team, and he was now a part of the big league, doing something he dreamed of. All of them were doing something they dreamed of.

Carlos, however, had yet to find his calling.

He was still playing music and singing his heart out, and he had the money to take care of himself, but ever since the boys went their own way, Carlos had felt alone and left out. They weren't there anymore to make up wild plots and try to get in trouble and then get out of trouble. They had grown up, they had went their own ways, and Carlos had no one.

"Sydney! Dang it! Sydney, girl! Where are you?!" Carlos shouted down the street of his neighborhood. It was cold, and he had just been taking his dog, Sydney on her walk before they went in for the night, and she happened to slip her leash and go tearing on down the street. He cursed and sighed, rubbing his hands together and watching his breath puff out in white clouds, looking down the streets and alleys trying to find his dog.

He heard a bark and turned down a small side street. The shops were closed for the night, Halloween decorations across the doors to show the festivities of October. The town Carlos had decided to relax in was more than what he wanted. It reminded him of home, with the small, nice stores, and friendly people. Everyone knew his name but they didn't bombard him because he was famous, and didn't ask him for favors to become famous. It was just what he had wanted with his life.

"Sydney!" The German Shepard perked up at her name, jumping down from the person she was next to and moving to sit down. Carlos jogged down the street toward the dog, who knew better than to try and run this time. Carlos quickly moved to the dog, clipping the leash back onto her collar and making sure the leash was tight around his arm. "I'm sorry if she startled you. She's harmless. She looks vicious, but she's not." He said, not even looking up at the person's face. As soon as his eyes met the stormy gray eyes in front of him, he had stopped.

The girl in front of him stood stoic, not really paying attention to what he was saying. Long, dark brown hair fell over her face in messy curls as if she hadn't showered in a few days, which could be seen by the dirt on her face. But it wasn't the dirty, torn, really thing clothes that he was drawn to, or how thin and sickly she looked right as he stood there.

It was the dark purple circle under her eye, partially hidden by the hood she was wearing to block the cold from her red, wind-whipped cheeks. Sydney barked and wagged her tail where she sat, breaking Carlos' trance and startling the girl.

"S-she's fine. J-j-just startled m-me." She stammered quickly, clearly uncomfortable with the boy in front of her. She hugged the old messenger bag to her chest, shivering as the wind caught them once more, letting them know how cold it was getting as the sun was setting. She immediately turned to move away.

"Hey! Wait!" She stopped, and Carlos bit his lip. He hadn't meant to startle her. "I-it's too cold to be out here, alone. Do you have a place to stay?" He asked her before his mind could even catch up. He didn't know her. She could be faking all of this and meaning to hurt him. But something just struck him about her. She didn't look like she was going to hurt anyone.

She turned back to face him, swallowing thickly against the roughness of her throat. Her eyes were wide and scared, stormy as the sky was. Carlos watched her patiently, and Sydney whined beside him. Slowly, she shook her head.

She was homeless.

Carlos felt his heart break, looking at her and knowing she had been through so much. He didn't know, and he wasn't going to ask. So, he did what he knew he shouldn't do. He turned and stood,waiting. "Come on."

"I-I-I c-can't."

Carlos shook his head, before beckoning again.

"Y-You don't k-know me."

He shook his head again. She needed a home right at the moment. He took a few steps ahead, and as soon as he heard her light footsteps fall in beside him, he relaxed.

It didn't take long before they were at his two story home in the neighborhood. It was big, too big and too lonely for him, but it was home. He unlocked the door and turned to look at her, before smiling. One of his genuine Carlos Garcia smiles. "Come on." He said and held the door open for her, letting her slowly walk in. He flicked the hall light on and unclipped Sydney from her leash, hanging his coat up on the rack beside the hall along with the leash.

"Go on, make yourself comfortable." He said to her, watching her wide eyes staring around the house. Carlos chuckled, before looking at her. He was going to offer to take her hoodie, but she seemed very skittish, so he left it.

"Do you like hot chocolate?" He asked her as she slid into the living room and he walked to the adjacent kitchen, being able to see her through the small cut out in the wall. She walked into the living room, slowly moving to sit on the sectional. She sunk in and he couldn't help but chuckle once more as he set to making her something to eat. He watched her as she pulled the hood off of her head, showing him how dirty and long her hair was.

How long had she been out there?

It didn't take long before he was bringing her a cup of hot chocolate and a few s'mores he made in the microwave. He put the plate and cup on the coffee table in front of her and moved to the gas fireplace, lighting it up to bring more warmth. Sydney had settled in her spot on the other couch and he sat on the chair, looking at her. And he could tell, she had been through Hell. Not only was there the sickly bruise, but there was a long faint scar that started at her left temple and lead down her cheek. She sipped the hot chocolate, eyes scanning the house and then watching Carlos. They sat in silence, not speaking.

"W-why are you doing this? Y-You don't even know me?" He turned when she spoke, the chattering of her teeth died down as she warmed up. He looked at her. She was still tense, he could definitely tell.

"Because I'm not going to walk past someone who needs help. I know you probably don't want it, and I know you're probably thinking I'm stupid for letting a complete stranger into my house." He explained and she couldn't help but smile, looking down. He hadn't seen her smile till now.

They didn't talk much. Just let everything go and let her settle down. He walked her upstairs. "There's the bathroom, and here you can sleep for the night." He said and slipped into his room for a moment. Walking over to his dresser, he shuffled through his clothes, pulling out a pair of old sweats and a t-shirt, before walking back over to her.

"I know it's not really what you want. And I don't have any lady undergarments either. . ." He started and it was his time to blush. She giggled.

He hadn't heard her giggle. It was like bells chiming.

"If you want to leave your clothes in the hall way, anything. I can wash it for you." He offered her, letting her take the clothes. "Anything you need is in the bathroom. Extra towels.. . I'll leave you alone for the night then. Get some rest." He explained and stepped out of the bathroom. She turned in the doorway.

"Thank you"

He smiled and nodded, before walking down the hall. "I'll be down the hall if you need anything. Don't be afraid." Yeah, he knew he shouldn't trust her. She was a complete stranger.

And yet he felt like he had known her for so long.

He went into his room and took a shower. As he walked out to check on the house, her clothes laid in a pile in the hall. She had trusted him enough. He smiled, scooping up the dirty and ragged clothes, there were two sets, that's all she had. He walked down and started washing them, before heading back to bed. He would let her get her rest, she deserved it. She was still in the shower when he walked back up, and he faltered, before walking into the room.

He didn't touch her things, but he put two one hundred dollar bills on the bedside table. He had plenty to go around.

He couldn't believe what he had done

And surprisingly. He didn't care.

He sighed when he heard Sydney whining against the bed next to him in the morning. He yawned. "Alright, girl. Hold up." he said and yawned once more, before slowly shuffling out and down stairs. He let the dog out and rubbed his eyes, before reality set in.

Walking back upstairs, he peered into the guest room. The bed was made back, crisp and clean, and the money he had left was still sitting on the bedside table.

He walked downstairs. The washer and dryer were off, and everything was still in tact and where it was suppose to be.

She was gone. Gone like the wind.

And Carlos didn't even get a chance to get her name.