A/N ~ Hey everyone! Here is a new story I thought of after reading another fic (What You See is Not What You Get by EscapingToTheBooks) Not sure what the reactions to this will be or if it will go on for long but I thought I'd try it out. It's just something different than I usually write. Anyways, if you like it (or are even slightly intrigued by it) please follow/review/fav and I will try to update soon. Enjoy ;)

Dawn

It was 12 at night. Instead of sleeping in my bed like a normal teenager I was standing in a scalding hot shower, trying to scrub him from my skin. After fifteen minutes of simply rubbing my skin raw with a cloth, I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. I examined myself in the mirror as I got my pajamas on and tried to remember how life was a year and a half ago… Hell, even a year ago!

In the beginning, when he got to have a real family after living with a mentally handicapped mom and then running away for a year, he was just a sweet guy that needed a real family's support. Plus, for those first six months he was the older brother that I had always wanted. He was protective and caring and always had time to play with Hestia, even when he was juggling school, fencing club and being the second quarterback on the school's football team. Then, that first night when he had "comforted" me during the storm… Well, since then everything has been screwed up.

I could have gotten away from t if I had said something after that first time… but I was so scared… and then he said that he would go to jail and I didn't want m-my brother to go there. The next time he came to my room, he said he needed my help. That I was the only one he trusted and I was the only one that he wanted the help from. After that, when I realized it wasn't right, he told me that if I said anything then my parent's would be disgusted with me. Now it has been a whole year of this and no one has a clue what is going on. Only one more year, I thought as I walked back into my room, grabbed the blankets and pillow I hid under there, and lied down on the floor. I didn't use the bed anymore. I couldn't sleep in it and would just toss and turn all night. Only one more year and then he leaves. I can make it that long.

As sleepy grogginess slowly crept into my mind, I remember something my mom had informed us of at dinner, "Tomorrow we will be getting a new foster child. He's been running away from every home he's had and they hope we can help him. You'll all make him feel welcome right?"

Great, I thought, maybe having a new person in the family will help. Maybe he will decide to stop for a while until things settle… I wonder what he will be like… Sleep finally claimed me and for the rest of the night I dreamed about a boy who could fix all of my broken things with a magic tool belt and flames dancing in his eyes. Strange.

Leo

Sitting in the airplane seat was not fun at 12am. It wasn't the worst place I had slept in (that had definitely been the sewer in Washington) but the events of the last few days kept him from sleep. It really didn't help that I had ADHD and the confined space I was in left little room to fidget with the many trinkets I kept in my pockets.

I had been on the run for a week (definitely not a record but it was pretty decent) when someone found him and turned him over to social services, again. That had been my, umm, 15th time "leaving" a foster family. Now they were sending me to a new family that had, apparently, been a great fit for another boy who like to "run around" as they called it. "Ha" I couldn't help but laugh at the thought. If they knew why I never stayed at one place… That I was actually the reason mom- well, that I couldn't let myself enjoy a family after what happened… They wouldn't call it "running around".

Sighing, I tried to find a comfortable position and thought about the family I was supposed to be with next. Hermes Messengeria (yeah, weird name), my social worker, said something about the family consisting of a husband and wife, their biological daughter who was about my age, a younger daughter who they had adopted three years ago, and the other foster boy who was two years older than me and had been with them for about a year and a half. Apparently, since I had such a terrible record, this was the last place I would be going to before they started sending me to "delinquent school", a.k.a youth jails. Great, I thought as sleep suddenly tried to drown me, another place to start a life and leave before it's complete. Only a few months, I thought as sleeping suddenly decided to tr and drag me under, then I'll leave. Hopefully no one will be too outstanding.

When I woke up at the end of the flight, I swore I had dreamed about a girl with stack of books and each one seemed to answer one of the many questions my life had thrown at me and I don't know how, but I could have sworn that there had been a kind of moonlight shining in the depths of her eyes. Weird.

A/N ~ Ok, it's a little short but this is just the beginning. It will get better but I'll only continue if you guys (the readers) want me to. If this has an ok turnout then I'll continue but I already have two fics going so I wouldn't be devastated if this never takes off.

Still, please R&R/Follow/fav. I would love to hear your thoughts on this.

~Bye from Ky 3 xoo