Disclaimer: Once again I don't own a thing.

Early the next morning Wanda, the wonderfully cheerful morning person, knocked on Harley's door.

"Harley, you have a half hour before we're leaving for Ms. Mercer's house," she called through the door.

"Alrighty, then," Harley called back with fake amusement.

She stumbled out of her bed and opened the door to see that the hall was empty except one small girl.

"Hey kid, where's the nearest shower?" she asked.

The littler girl just stared at her and then pointed at the door down the hall a little way.

"Uh, thanks," she said before walking down to jump in the shower.

She got out and went back to her room where she pulled on the same ripped jeans that were low waisted and the same hot pink tank top with the same old black hoodie overtop of it. She let her dirty blonde hair fall to her lower back and she applied eyeliner and mascara and a bit of lip gloss before walking out to the front desk, where Wanda promptly was waiting.

"Alright then let's go," she smiled

"Yea, the sooner I get the hell out of here, the better," Harley said taking one last look at her surroundings.

The car ride was surprisingly short and they arrived at a house in the middle of Detroit.

"Here we are," Wanda said smiling some more.

"God do you ever stop smiling?" Harley asked raising an eyebrow.

"You should really try smiling sometime, Harley. I'm sure you're a pretty girl, but you hide under all your anger," Wanda said sympathetically.

"Shut up," was all Harley said as she silently seethed.

"Well fine, but don't go thinking that Ms. Mercer will take that kind of attitude," Wanda warned.

They got out of the car and walked toward the house.

They stepped inside the porch and Wanda knocked on the door quietly. A woman with grey hair and a stout figure opened the door. She smiled sweetly at Wanda and Harley and Wanda, as usual, gave that big cheesy grin back and Harley, not to be out of character, just smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Hello, Ms. Mercer, how have you been doing lately?" Wanda said.

"Well, with the last of the boys gone, it's been a bit lonesome," She said simply.

"Oh well then, I came at the right time. This is Harley Thompson and she's in need of a home, whether it be with you or someone you can find, it doesn't matter. She is in no position to argue," Wanda said through her big toothy grin.

"Hm, I see. Well, Harley, I'm sorry to inform you that all your older brothers aren't living here anymore and you'll have the run of the place, while I'm at work, and when I'm home we can spend some time together until I find a place for you to go, or if you like you may stay with me," Ms. Mercer said kindly.

Harley stood there considering her words carefully, she felt her hard posture soften. No one had ever asked her to stay with them, it seemed odd that this woman, who didn't even know her, wanted her to stay. Harley thought about what to say, but she couldn't let this Wanda woman think she was soft, so she simply kept to the normal and gave her usual reply.

"Whatever," she shrugged.

"Well, Wanda, I suppose you're services are no longer needed," Ms. Mercer smiled.

"Alright, well good luck Evelyn," She said before turning her gaze to Harley, the smile quickly vanishing from her face, " I do hope you learn something,"

"Screw you," Harley seethed.

Wanda turned on her heel and walked back to her car. She gave one final look at Evelyn and Harley before fastening her seatbelt and driving away.

"Well Harley, it is close to Thanksgiving so your brothers will be coming home soon," She smiled.

"That's cool," Harley said shoving her hands deeper in her pockets.

"I'm sure you'll get along fine," Evelyn smiled before inviting her inside the cozy home.

They walked into the living room and Harley took a seat on the couch while Evelyn turned on the television.

"What would you like to watch? In fact, here you go, take the remote. I need to go tidy up the boy's rooms for this weekend," She said wandering off upstairs.

Harley flipped through the channels several times while she casually listened to the soft footfalls of Evelyn upstairs. She finally decided that if this was going to be her home, then she needed to explore a little. She wandered around until she found the bathroom and she glanced into the kitchen and finally made her way into the dining room.

"If things get bad and she wants to give me to someone else or worse yet, back to the adoption service, then I'll book it. I ain't gonna be one of those fucked up orphans who go from home to home. I'll just resume my life on the streets. Maybe head out of town in case the fuzz start looking for me. I don't know and I really don't care," She thought to herself.

She looked at various pictures around the house. Each one containing a boy or maybe more then one. Harley picked up a picture of a black boy in a marine uniform and then casually set it down and moved on to others. She started to notice that there were four boys, two black and two white.

"I guess she adopted all her children," She thought.

As she was about to pick up a picture of all four together, Evelyn walked in and saw her.

Harley quickly set the picture down, "I'm sorry, I just was looking around and…"

Evelyn cut in, "No, it's fine. I just came down to announce that I'm going to the grocery store, and I wandered if you'd like to come,"

"Um, I guess," Harley said slightly smiling