AN: Hello, everyone.

I needed to take a little pause from the AU I was writing (2 stories including OC Amy), because I felt I was running low on gas, so to say. Need a short pause to recharge my batteries. Don't worry, I will return to them, that's a promise!

Instead, I came up with another AU idea (because apparently that's the only thing I can write and come up with). This is not going to be too long. ~12 chapters maybe? The ending is written, already know how the story line will progress. Only thing left is to write it up.

Like, always, English is not my first language, so if I make a lot of mistakes, use a idiom wrong - call me out on that stuff. All feedback is welcomed.

I hope you enjoy :)

Jude POV

October 6th, 2016

Water was still dripping down my body as I stepped out of the shower. As I reached for the towel, I noticed that the mirror, that was over the sink, was fogged up from the heat. I wrapped the towel around my waist and slipped my feet into my slippers. I walked up to the sink and ran my hand over the mirror to clear it up.

I leaned closer to the mirror to examine the little scar that I had above my left eyebrow. It has been healed for a very long time now, but it still reminded me of my last foster home. If it wasn't for Callie, I would still be living in that shit hole. And just when I thought about my sister, I heard the front doors opening.

"Jude! I'm home!" Callie called from the other room, I heard her close the doors behind her

With a smile on my face I walked out of the bathroom. Callie was kicking off her shoes in the hallway.

"Hey! How was work?" I asked placing my hands on the towel to make sure it doesn't open up and I don't expose myself in front of my sister

"Oh, you know, the same old, same old," Callie sighed as she took her backpack off her shoulders

"Anything interesting happened?"

"If you a 3 year old almost vomit on my shoes interesting, then yes," she replied walking over to the couch

"Not really," I commented quietly as I watched how Callie set her backpack down by the end of the couch

"Puking is never fun," Callie mumbled back turning to me "Have you eaten?"

"No, I was waiting for you," I replied. Callie walked over to the kitchen area

The kitchen wasn't anyhow separated from the living room. The same room also served the purpose of Callie's bedroom...well, the couch was where Callie was sleeping. The only separate room in the apartment, Callie had given to me. It wasn't big or extra fancy, but it did have everything I needed – bed, nightstand, desk, dresser and a small bookshelf. There were few posters on the wall, as well as a photo frame with a photo of Callie and I on the nightstand.

"Lets see...what do we got," Callie opened the fridge doors and leaned down to have a better look, her right hand was on the fridge doors "I can heat up leftover soup from yesterday. How does that sound?" she looked over her shoulder to me

"Sounds perfect," I answered with a smile "I'm going to go change," I told her as I walked towards my room, which was on the far side of the room, opposite bathroom

5 minutes later I came out of my bedroom and walked back to the bathroom to hang up my towel to dry. As I was hanging it up, Callie called "The soup is ready, Jude!"

"Coming!" I called back and walked out of bathroom

When I was approaching the table, Callie slid a bread across the small kitchen table towards where I was suppose to sit. There was a bowl of soup already set down. Steam was coming from it. Callie was now buttering up a slice of bread for herself. Looking at the two bowls, it was clearly seen that Callie had given most of the leftover soup to me. Compared to my bowl, hers looked half empty.

"Thanks," I sat down and started to eat. The soup was hot, almost burnt my mouth, when I had taken the first spoonful.

"Did you do your homework?" Callie asked right before taking her first spoonful of soup. She blew her breath to cool the soup in the spoon.

"Not yet," I replied avoiding her look, knowing all too well, how that will upset her a little bit. She wanted me to do well in school, to finish school with good grades, to have a chance at a future – a better future than hers. Maybe even go to college.

Callie was working at a restaurant called Grate maple as a waitress. Which, lets face it, is a pretty dead end job, with not much growth possibilities. I mean sure, maybe in few years, she could get the manager position there. But that won't happen anytime soon and there are other waitresses, her colleagues, who would want that position as well. The current manager – Peter something - was doing pretty good job and he was in no way heading towards retirement or looking for a job change.

"Jude!" Callie scolded softly "Your classes ended at 3 today. It's now almost 7. You had plenty of time to do all your homework. I don't want you to sit up till 2 AM!"

"I will do it after dinner," I tried to assure her, looking up at her briefly, hating that disappointed look she was giving me "I wanted to relax. School is stressful!" I said reaching for the bread to take a bite out of it

I hated school. I didn't hate my teachers or learning new thing, but I hated the students. Ever since I first started going to Alba High School 2 years ago, I have been bullied for being gay and for being a foster kid, for not being cool enough and sporty enough, or smart enough. The bullies always found a reason to pick on me. Not a day has gone by without me getting insulted to my face.

Callie observed me closely "Is it math?" She questioned. I looked up to her and nodded my head back. It was no secret that I have problems with it. From the very start I have had problems with it. There are too many formulas, while the teacher does explain it all – I simply don't understand.

"Do you need help?" I nodded my head, not wanting to say it out loud – I was almost 16, but still needed help with math homework. Callie has helped me with it as long as I can remember. From first grade.

"After dinner we will look at it together, okay?" She said before scooping some soup up

"Okay," I smiled at her

My eyes traveled to the calendar that was on the wall

"Tomorrow is the 7th," I said looking at the date, that was colored in bright green color

When Callie got the guardianship of me 6 months ago, the judge decided that for the first year, every 3 months the CPS will come and do an inspection to make sure Callie is taking good care of me. Tomorrow will be the second visit. Safe to say, I was nervous about it.

"I know. I'm aware Jude!" Callie answered without much emotion in her voice, but when Callie gazed to me and saw the worry in my eye, her features softened

"I'm going to clean the apartment today, do some laundry," Callie started to explain "Tomorrow I will only work till 3. On my way home, I will stop at the grocery store to make sure our fridge and cabinets are full. I will be home around 5, which will give me plenty of time to make sure everything is set and neat for visit," she put the spoon down in the soup and reached over the table for my hand, as she gently moved her thumb palm, she assured me "Everything will be okay, Jude. Just like the last time!"

Her reassurance did take the edge off. I felt less nervous about tomorrow.

"You are stuck with me, Jude!" Callie grinned at me

"Wouldn't want it any other way," I smiled back at her and squeezed her hand back gently "I love you,"

"Love you too," Callie replied before letting my hand go "Your soup is getting cold. Eat up," Callie nudged me as he picked up her spoon

Stef POV

October 7th

It was dark outside. The room was illuminated by the light on the wall. I was sitting in the kitchen nook, reading a book, when I heard Lena walk in "Babe?"

"Yes?" I asked, putting my finger to the line where I stopped reading and looked up to her. Lena was dressed in her light blue PJ pants and shirt with light blue and white stripes. Her hair was still wet. 30 minutes ago we had been sitting in the kitchen nook area together, but Lena went upstairs to take a shower before going to bed.

"Bill called," she told me as she sat down on the couch, hand reach away from me. Lena was holding on to the phone in her hand.

"And?" I questioned, taking off my reading glasses. Bill calling only meant one thing - he had a foster kid, who needed a place to stay.

"He has a 15, almost 16, year old boy, who needs a place to stay," Lena watched me closely, looking for my reaction

There wasn't much to think about. Brandon and the twins were away, at college. The house was empty. We had the time, the space and the desire to help as many foster kids we could. Our foster license was renewed only 3 months ago, so we were good to go.

Just a month ago we had fostered a girl named Allie for a short term, till her parents recover from a car crash they were all in. The girl had needed a lot of help with moving around and daily task, because her right arm was broken and her ribs had been fractured. Her cuts and gashes on her right side of the face needed daily cleaning. Thankfully, after a month of her staying with us, her parents recovered and she could return to live with them. Happy ending. We were glad we could be of help. Just last week we got a letter from the family, her parents, who thanked us for all that we did. It's such an uplifting feeling, knowing you helped someone.

"Sure," Lena sighed in relief and smiled at me "You already said he could bring him over, didn't you?" I asked with a smirk on my lips as I closed the book and set it on the coffee table. I placed my glasses on top of the book.

"Yes," Lena admitted, her eyes glowing "Actually, Bill's already on the way here. They should be here any minute now,"

"Wow...okay, that was fast,"

"It is pretty late," Lena unlocked the phone, it showed that it was 10:49 "If I hadn't agreed, Bill would have to take him to group home,"

"Do we know what happened?" I asked leaning back to the couch

"No," Lena shook her head and looked down to the phone in her hands "Bill didn't go into any details,"

"Lets hope it's nothing too bad," I thought out loud, Lena agreed by nodding her head

15 minutes later, the door bell rang. I was the one that opened the doors, Lena stood closely behind me.

Bill was standing on the porch with a tall, thin boy with short dark brown hair. First thing I noticed was the boys sad eyes. After another glance of him, I was thankful, when didn't see any signs of abuse or any kind off injury. He looked healthy. The boy did have a visible scar over his eyebrow, but it looked to be few months old. He was well dressed, the clothes fitted him good. By the looks he had fairly new shoes on. I was honestly starting to wonder what had happened to him, because he clearly didn't look a foster kid to me, neither like someone, who had been abused or neglected. That only left one option, something must have happened to the family member, he used to live with.

"Come on in," I welcomed Bill and the boy inside. The boy had a big, blue duffle bag in his hand.

"Jude," Bill looked at the boy "This is Stef," he gestured to me and then to Lena, who now stood next to me "and Lena Adams Foster. They are going to be your new foster parents for a while,"

"Hi, Jude. It's nice to meet you," Lena said as we both smiled at the boy. Jude looked directly at me and then at my wife. I was half expecting a harsh comment about us being lesbians. But strangely enough, it didn't happen.

"Have you eaten?" I asked looking over to Bill

"We stopped at an In-N-Out Burger on the way here," Bill replied glancing to the boy, who stood next to him

"Let me get that for you," Lena reached for the bag Jude was still holding. He looked down to it and weighted in his options. After a moment, he handed the bag over to Lena.

"Come on, I will show you around the house," Lena said inviting Jude to follow her, he was a bit hesitant at first, but did follow Lena in the end "After the tour, you can take a shower," I heard Lena tell him as they walked through the living room

Once they were out of the living room and Lena showed him towards the kitchen, I invited Bill to living room to sit down for a little chat. Bill took a seat on the living room couch, while I sat down on the armchair. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a file.

"What's his story?" I asked briefly looking down at the file. Bill sighed deeply as he looked down to the file in his hand. When he looked to me, I could already tell - the boy has had it rough.