Summary: Four teenage girls are thrown into the foster system. Friendships emerge and four friends become sisters. Bones, Law and Order: SVU, CSI, and House crossover.
A/N: I was reading a fanfic about Cameron and Sara being foster sisters, another about Bones and Sara being foster sisters and I came up with this idea that simply wouldn't leave me alone and I couldn't concentrate on my other fic, Hearts, so I thought I'd try and start this story. I know the ages don't really match up and details on Olivia's and Cameron's childhoods are fuzzy to non-existent and I'm a new CSI fan and I don't know the details about Sara's childhood except her mother killed her father, I'm taking creative liberties to make my story work and if you don't like it, don't read my story. I'm not forcing you to. BTW, Brennan's grandfather doesn't come to her rescue in this one. Oh but if you do like it please review. It gives me a huge confidence boost. I've rambled on long enough, so on with the story.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked I did not own Bones, Law and Order: SVU, CSI or House in any incarnation other than on DVD. If you come into information otherwise you are… INSANE!!! Not mine!!!
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Temperance Brennan had been 'moved' from yet another foster family. She was sixteen and no one wanted her. She knew it too. Everyone wanted little kids to love them and hug them and tell them that they were heroes. No one wanted a pissed off teenager. No one wanted an anti social, pissed off teenager especially. Her social worker told her that she was being place in a 'home' for girls 'like her'. Every foster kid knew that 'home' meant no one cared about you any more. You only had a few years left in the system and they were just getting rid of you until they would shove you off in the world without so much as a good luck and good bye.
Temperance had only been in the system for eight months but in that time she had already been to four different families and three different schools. First there had been the Manning's. They were the emergency placement family. They had been nice, but then a new kid needed the emergency placement and she was shuttled off to the Brown's. The Brown's had their own little seven year old angel from hell. She accused Temperance of breaking her new crayons and that was the end of the Brown's. Next came the Williams'. They had three foster daughter's already, three sisters, Karen, Marci, and Rachel. They were fifteen, thirteen, and twelve respectively. It was right before Temperance's sixteenth birthday. Karen attacked Tempe after Tempe told Karen that Rachel wasn't very intelligent. Unjustly, it was Temperance who was moved to the Peterson's. It was barely a month before the Peterson's moved to Colorado and they couldn't take Temperance with them. Now she was being sent to a group home.
Temperance had heard all about group homes from other foster kids. They were dangerous. It was better to lie down and take the beating and end up in the hospital than try to fight. Who ever the ring leader was, you could never do anything better than them. Never show anyone your personal possessions, they'll only get stolen. The rules were conform or be beaten into conformity. She winced at the thought. She never fit in, even before her parents disappeared. She never would. She could only pray that she didn't stick out to much.
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Olivia Benson was riding in a strange car with a strange woman. She wasn't being kidnapped though. She almost wished she was. Any fate was better than going back to the foster system. She was in the system when she was about six. Her foster father abused her. Luckily, her mother cleaned herself up for just long enough to get her back. But things were different now. Her mother had been arrested for endangering Liv. It was bull shit as far as Olivia was concerned. Her mother had been pulled over when driving drunk. Olivia would rather die in a car accident with her mother than die from being abused in foster care. Her foster father was still out there, still abusing little girls. Everybody said that she was lying. She wasn't though. But now she was going to foster care again. She was fifteen though. No one wanted a pissed off fifteen year old in their home. No she was being placed in a group home. It couldn't be any worse than her first foster family.
In reality, Olivia was terrified. She knew that she was older now and that she could take anyone who tried to hurt her. But still, deep down she was still that six year who had to tell the social worker that she broke her arm after falling off a bike she didn't really have. It wasn't like she was leaving anything behind except her mother. She was always taking care of her mother. She had no time for friends. She did well in school but she didn't stick out. But like any sane kid she was scared to enter the foster system. It was churning in her stomach. She breathed slowly. Two and a half years. That was the longest that she could stay in the system. She was a fighter. She knew that she could do this. But doubts still ran around in her brain. She stared out the window. It was safer. She didn't know where she was going but she wanted to get out of this car. All she could do was pray that she would be safe this time around.
Fourteen year old Sara Sidle wrapped her arms around her legs. She stared blankly at the wall. She was in maybe the worst group home ever. There were four girls to a room, two sets of bunk beds. The other three bunks were empty. It was quiet for once. Two of her former roommates had killed the third in front of her. She was the youngest from those four. Jessica was fifteen. She was Sara's best friend. They had been moved through out the system together, from group home to group home since Sara was ten. They were never lucky enough to be placed in a real home. Harriet and Emily had killed Jessie, just because she told them to leave Sara alone. Harriet was seventeen. She'd been in the system practically since she was born. Emily had just turned eighteen. They were going to make her leave the next day. Now they were both in jail. And Jess was dead. This wasn't the first murder Sara had witnessed. When she was ten her mother killed her abusive father. She had never been gladder to see anyone gone.
The home was known for spawning murderers and thieves. She wasn't even sure why the state allowed the home to stay open. This was the second murder of the year so far. The first was a ten year old little girl. She was the youngest in the whole house. A thirteen year old strangled her after she refused to give up her teddy bear. This home was a cruel place where no one was safe. Sara knew she was lucky not to have been killed along with Jess. She knew she'd get new roommates today. They always cycled them through fast. She didn't want anyone to replace Jessica. She wanted to be moved but she knew it could never happen. They didn't move girls from group homes unless it was an emergency. And your best friend dying in your bedroom didn't count as an emergency. All she could do was pray that her new roommates were better than her last roommates.
Allison Cameron had just been pulled out of class. It wasn't by the principal though. It was by a man Ally had never seen before. Their conversations had been short and of no real significance. Ally barely registered anything but car accident, mom and dad dead, Amanda in a coma; you're going to a group home. Allison was thirteen and her little sister Amanda was seven. Amanda had cystic fibrosis. She had just gotten out of the hospital. They were on their way home. Allison now was being put in the foster system. She was numb. There were no tears to be shed. There was no fear in her eyes. She didn't feel anything at all.
She slowly grabbed all her things from class, and as if she was walking through syrup she left the classroom without saying a word. She was taken to her house and packed up clothes and books and nothing else. She left her family there. Now she was in an empty van just her and her stuff. She was just waiting for them to take her away. She had no family left. Even if Amanda ever woke up, Allison couldn't help her any. She was so empty hollow. She just stared out the window, praying that this was all a nightmare and that she would wake up soon.
A/N2: So I suddenly have huge amounts of inspiration for this story but all my great ideas for Hearts are gone. I'll update both stories as soon as inspiration bites me again. Hopefully that'll be soon. Please remember your three Rs. Read, Review and Recommend.