Disclaimer : Not Mine, all Robert Muchamores', who by coincidence, is a very funny and cool guy. I got to meet him :)

Name: Blake Somtras
CHERUB Name: Ryan Blake
D.O.B: 24/12/2002 (American 12/24/2002)
Family
Mother: Died in Childbirth
Father: Imprisoned for severe domestic violence and drug related offences.
Siblings: One younger brother, murdered by father.
Joined CHERUB: 14//8/2008
Nationality: British.

Prolouge

"No dad, no! Leave him alone!" Blake Somtras was writhing in his bed at Forlays Care Centre "Nooo! Dad, go away. Stop hitting him, no!"
Blake was having an old nightmare, of his father brutally murdering his young brother in a drunken and drug fuelled rage. He was five years old at the time, and nearly six now. Blake's brother Marco was only four years old when his father killed him, and was only found when a neighbour heard Blake screaming for help.

As Marco lay bleeding from a wound inflicted by his father, Blake hid in a corner, his mind still not fully realising the horrors he had just witnessed.
Blake's father was hunting for him, a metal wrench in his hand.

"Blake," he sang in a sing-song voice, "Blake, Blake come out…I won't hurt you"

Blake huddled, still invisible in the corner. Shaking from head to foot in his scrappy pyjamas.
After Blake's father had left, Blake scrambled out of his corner to hold his brother, still bleeding profusely. He left his brother and ran out the door screaming

"I think he needs some help before we can move him in with another child" said Maylene. "Get the name of a counsellor will you?"

Maylene's assistant Gus moved off to look at the records of counsellors for young children. One name came up several times as a highly noted person, Jennifer Mitchum.

"Found one," Gus said as he stepped into Maylene's office.

"I'll call her up right now" replied Maylene "No matter the late hour, young Blake needs attention."

History, lesson four.

"James Adams!" Mr. Nicholson shouted "You watch you bloody mouth!"

"Great" James Adams said under his breath "Just what I need, punishment laps."

"What was that Mr. Adams? Got a problem with me?" Nicholson barked. Mr. Nicholson seemed to have a problem with James, so he kept his mouth shut for the time being. "I'll just be adding twenty five laps to your others for not completing homework. That's fifty punishment laps in total."

"Son of a bitch!" James spluttered. "I already got thirty laps because Ewart busted me mouthing off a kid as I ran to this class. Jesus what are you trying to do to me?"

Kerry, whom James now got along with quite well, apart from the whole dumping her for Dana thing, gave him a sharp kick in the shins from the seat next to him.

"Leave it" Kerry whispered "Not worth it."

As she said that, the bell rung for end of lesson, and blissfully, lunch.

6:37, Dinner

"Hey Adams, You interested in our little game tonight?" asked Bruce Norris.

"Yeah, I've got nothing on," James replied; Dana was away on a mission in Australia, where her accent was of good use.

"Alright, let's get going!" Bruce said and he stood up and left to put his tray away.

"Meet you up in your room, I gotta finish eating" Said James as he shoved mashed potato in his mouth. "Who else is coming?"

"You, me, Callum and Connor, Shak and Rat. That makes three a team, I thought. And if you didn't want to come I was going to get Andy Lagan to come. I know you two are still sore, but he's Rat's best mate."

Zara was pacing her office. Not a good sign.

"What on earth was going through your minds? Someone could have been killed! You drove campus golf buggies through the forest with paintball guns, shooting at each other."
Bruce, Shakeel, Callum, Connor, James and Rat all looked sheepish.
Zara pulled a largish wad of paper out of her desk and slammed in down.

Oh crap James thought.

"Recruitment missions, all six of you. We need new blood, and quick" Said Zara, grinning evilly. "James, you're heading to Forlays Care Centre in Luton. Enjoy, and you can start packing now."
As James left he heard Zara telling Bruce where he was destined to spend the next few months.
James was packing his bags when Lauren walked into his room.

"You beat me to it" Lauren noted. "Got the first recruitment mission."

"Yeah well, can't have everything sis. Personally, I'm actually surprised neither of us got one earlier. I was close, you know before I went on the Arizona Mission, by the skin of my teeth then." James replied. "I gotta beat you at something, though. Anyway, I'll probably get stuck in a room with a whiney little shit."

"Ah well"

"See ya Lauren, don't go on a mission before I come back."
James hugged his sister, then left. Zara was waiting for him outside.

"All packed?" Zara asked

"Yep, all packed," James sighed.

"Remember, we're looking for smart kids with an appetite for trouble, without having too many emotional problems. Catch a train into Luton, and here's your new mobile."
James headed out to the lift while Zara moved on to Bruce's door.

CHAPTER 1
Memories.

James Adams flashed his ticket at the inspector as he boarded the train to Luton. He stuck on his I-pod headphones, turned his music up loud and zoned out for all the time he was on the train.

James was thinking about how he managed to always get in trouble, and thought about his latest escapade that got him landed with a job recruiting a new likely agent. He remembered though, that Kyle had done the same thing for him around four years ago, and in his head thanked God for recruitment missions, thinking about the nasty mess his life would have been in if he hadn't found CHERUB.

"In fact" James thought "I'd probably be in prison now, or have been smashed up by Vince, Big Paul, Little Paul and Rob Vaughn."

As strange and weird as CHERUB was, James decided that the funding being much better than most children's homes, and having good food was a definite plus for joining CHERUB. The only minuses were midnight training exercises, basic training, and some teachers.
The announcement that came over the radio as James brooded said that they would stop by Luton in five minutes. James stood up, got his bag and walked to the door.

Unpleasant memories surged back into his head as he got off the train. Nicole overdosing, killing the man in Miami, Junior getting shot, Keith Moore arrested and Junior…Again.

"All these things have something to do with Junior", James thought. "Well, I guess we were in Luton to bust up his dad, then to break up a gang war he was involved in."

As much as Junior's life had been messed up by Keith getting put in jail, a feat James felt wholly responsible for, the real reason Junior was messed up so badly was drugs. Junior started taking cocaine at the age of twelve, and James had gotten pretty close himself. He still turned cold at the though of how close he had come to getting booted out of CHERUB. Nicole was snogging Junior at the cinema when he started taking cocaine, and she overdosed and got herself expelled from CHERUB.

James was getting on a bus, having walked form the train station to the nearest bus shelter. It started to rain.

"And now I'm back for a third time, by myself now."

As the bus drove around James examined its route, realizing now that it wasn't going anywhere near where he needed to be.
"Crap" he muttered, and an old lady frowned at him. "Sorry" he muttered again.

"Well, you should be, don't parents stamp manners into you young kids these days?" the lady said dramatically.

"Well, I wouldn't know I don't have parents." James replied.

"Oh"

"Doesn't matter" James said uncomfortably "Its been so long."

He got off the bus and walked the last few kilometers in the pouring rain. That old lady had just reminded him of his grandmother, who used to try and stamp manners into him.

"So Blake, tell me, do you like it here?" Jennifer Mitchum asked.

"It's better than at home." Blake said "I miss my brother still. I want someone to share a room with, someone I can trust."

"I'm not sure we can do that yet Blake, I'm sorry."

"Why not?"

"You see, you talk a lot in your sleep, and might disturb another child. I'll see what I can do though."

Jennifer had noticed Blake's direct way of speaking, and how well he spoke for a six year old. She got a piece of pad paper out of the drawer.

"Blake, what is one hundred and eighty-seven multiplied by sixteen?" she asked suspiciously.

"Two thousand, nine hundred and ninety two" Blake said without thinking.
Jennifer had a sudden flash-back of a young boy with blonde hair that she had asked the same question of four years before.

"Okay Blake, you may leave now."

Blake stood up off the couch that he was lying on.

"Thanks," he said as he left the room.

Blake almost ran into Maylene on the way out. She had behind her a stocky boy with blonde hair and a carrier bag.

"Miss Mitchum, could you please take this young man for a session, I know it's short notice but he's new here"

"Not right now sor…" her voice trailed off into nothing.

"Jennifer" James muttered

"James" Jennifer whispered. "Maybe I can, because he's a new arrival"

Jennifer got out her mobile and dialed a number.

"Yes, no, no, a new arrival…needs attention, yes…thankyou." She put down her phone "I'm able to take him now, please excuse us."

Jennifer ran over and gave James a great hug and a kiss.

"James! You've gotten so big! I can't even believe it's you!" Jennifer yelled happily. "How did you get here? Out of CHERUB?"

"Nope…recruitment mission. Me and a couple of the boys nabbed some Campus buggies and had a paintball match in the forest." James replied slyly.

"Now that's not good enough James, I got you into CHERUB to instill a sense if discipline into you, not for you to go raging around getting punishment."

Jennifer thought for a moment.

"Did you see the young lad that was just on his way out? His name is Blake Somtras. He got here around three months ago when his brother was killed by his father and his father was arrested. We can't move him in with another 'normal' child. Will you?"

"Will I what?" James said

"Will you stay in the room with him?" Jennifer said "He needs help."

"'Spose so, I don't see the harm in that. Do you think he's CHERUB material?"

"He just might be."

A/N - Because I've already written quite a bit of this story i've got another four chapters...do you want 'em? Reviews and feedbak apprieciated, flames welcomed but not apprieciated so much...