A/N: This is my first O.C. fanfic. I don't own anything linked to The O.C. and I'm not making any profi. I hope you'll like. Reviews are appriciated, thus I'll find out what you like and what not ;), so please tell me, what you think of it. Have fun and enjoy :)

He was her guardian angel. No, he was their guardian angel. Since he had been here things had changed. It was, as if he had brought new life into her..., into their home. Since he had been here, Seth had changed, in a more than positive way. He had opened up to them, he was laughing more and he seemed to be happy and satisfied with living here now. He was talking more to them, he started making jokes and he had started to feel okay with who he was. It was, as if Seth had started to find his place in Newport Society and he was happy with the place he inherited. He had started to be Seth, a Seth she never wanted to miss anymore. Their guardian angel had saved Seth from being bullied and from being a victim of the water polo team. Who knew how things would have turned out to be forSeth, if he never had showed up in their life? Maybe Seth still would be depressed and despaired with his life. But it was worth nothing to think about that now, because it led to nothing. It only led to her feeling even more worse about what was going to happen. What if Seth never was going to cope with it? She wasn't able to stand anymore of this sad and hurt Seth, nobody wanted to be friend with. What if Seth started to draw back into his shell again. Not letting anyone in, not even his own mother? This was going to be a rough time for her son, for her sons. Seth had become such a joyful person and she didn't want to lose this again.

And what about her husband and herself? Since he had been here, they both had stopped worrying about Seth, because they knew there was always someone who was going to stand in for him and because they had understood that Seth was old enough to be stopped being pampered. Since he was here they stuck together, more than they ever had. They had become the family they ever had wanted to be. Her husband had gotten a better connection to his own son, because they had figured out that they had something in common: both hated the Newport Society and both knew that there was more outside of this area. And she? She never would forget what he once had done in the juvies. This could have aggravated his obligations to get out of there, but he only had cared about her. Inwardly she always had known that all mistakes that had happened in those days before - the model home, the fights- , only had been the result of trying too hard to be someone or something. In him, she had found a kind of soul mate. He had shown interest in her job and he was the one she could talk about it to. In him she saw someone who understood her, but didn't roll his eyes. Sure it was one of the most popular prejudices, thinking that kids like he had no interest in architecture and art history. But he had and that had impressed her, because not even people from here understood her affection for this. And the fact that a sixteen year old boy owned knowledge about it had impressed her even more. It had broken her heart, when she had heard that this boy had given up his dream, her former dream.

She knew he was their guardian angel and he would save them. No matter how high the price was going to be, he would pay it, only for them being saved.

And now he needed their help. He needed it so bad and knowing that her hands were tied nearly killed her. But there was nothing she could do. She even didn't know who stoood behind all this. They just appeared one day and told her that he couldn't stay any longer with them. She hadn't knwon how to react than, only her husband had remained cool headed and had asked for the whys and hows. Nobody had told them, who had called them or given them all this information. Privacy's information. She was close to cry, but she had to hold back her tears.

She didn't want him to lose all hope. All this was already hard enough for him. He had been so grateful and relieved when they had told him that he could stay with them for ever. For him it had been and still was the greatest gift someone could have given to him: a home and a family and he watched it like a treasure. But now someone, she didn't even know was going to take it away from him and he only could watch them doing it, helplessly. She hadn't lost hope yet. Maybe they'll find a solution.

These people were waiting outside and one stood together with them in their living room. They were talking about instable family relations, no stable and save surrounding, too many problems around their lives. But this wasn't true. Like every family they had to face some problems and conflicts and nobody had ever said that adopting a child meant not having any problems and conflicts at all. It was just the normal stuff and they mad such a fuss of it? How could they do that?

"Okay Ryan, would you like to come with me?" She flinched at these words and she felt her husband's strong arm around her. She watched this witch of a woman who now was going to destroy her family. This woman hasn't even introduced herself. How was she able to get into her house and turn her whole family's life upside down? How was this possible?

"Do I have a choice?" The boy answered smug. He had focused the floor. His reaction when his emotions started to fight against his shell, trying to get onto the surface. He passed her, lifted his head. She looked in these eyes, but they had shut down. It was the same glance he had, when they had brought him back to the juvies, after the fire. These eyes wouldn't let anything in or out, they were numb. Maybe it was better that way. Thus they couldn't hurt him too bad. It was for his own safety. She took him into a tough embrace, reluctant to let him go. But she had no choice.

"Don't lose hope. We'll think of you everyday and I'm sure we'll see us again." She said. Now her tears started to run. She hadn't any control of them.

"I know I can't keep them from doing this, but I'm not going to let you go, understood?" Her husband said.
"Yeah, thanks. Thanks for everything." These words broke her heart even more. Everything they had done for him had come from their heart. He was such a thankful and frugal person. They even could have ignored him, but he would have been thankful. At least thankful for not punching and beating him.

"Where's Seth?" He asked.

"He's upstairs."

"Okay, I just go any say goodbye."

"No, you don't. We don't want you to push off again." The woman said harsh. He saw how he bit his tooth together.

"No problem, I'll go and get him." Her husband offered.

"No, we've already lost too much time. Ryan, come on. We have to go." She grabbed his arm in an unkind and harsh way, but it didn't take long and he had freed himself from her grip. She watched him following the woman hanging his head. He got into the car and looked at her and her husband. She couldn't believe that this numb look was the last thing she'd ever had in her memory from her guardian angel. The the car driving off. When they had left she slummed down on the stairs and started crying. She couldn't help it. Her husband sat down to her and took her into his strong arms, showing her that he was there.

"They can't take him from us."

"Unfortunately they can and as I see, there is nothing we can do." He said in a quite and comforting vooice.

"But they're going to hurt him and if not physically but … you know. Hadn't he already been thorough enough in his life? They're not helping him they're hurting him only more."

"I know. But I promise I'm going to find out who's the one behind all this and I promise that this person is going to suffer." She knew he meant it and she knew he would find the person who was responsible for this misery.