Summary:Sam runs away to be put into a foster home…well, not just any
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Ok! Here is the second chapter! Once again, I know that this would not happen in real life but yeah. Thanks for the follows, favorite, and review. Not to sound desperate, but please drop a review about this chapter and what you think! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not (ok this is hard give me a minute…) I STILL do not own the Fosters or Supernatural (or anything else you might recognize)…yet...

Lena didn't know what to do. She saw this hurting boy who obviously had a story. And he just passed out in front of her. And that was when Montefinally decided to walk in. And Scream. Of course.

That's how she ended up in the hospital waiting room, with no idea what to do next. She debated over whether she should tell Stef what was going on, but decided against it. Stef had enough on her plate already. Of course, the child services came and asked her questions. Thing is, Bill also called.

Of course, Sam would need a place to stay when he was discharged from the hospital…and Lena just happened to be a foster mom who may be willing to take him in for a few weeks until they found him a home. After seeing Sam, how could she say no. She knew what the foster care system could do to a kid. Maybe that's why she didn't call Stef. It was a big decision, and she couldn't let this mysterious boy to get abused or lost when his life was already complex enough.

Stef hadn't met Sam, hadn't seen the desperate look in his eyes that screamed he knew more than someone his age should know or have seen. Callie had that look. The lost one. The helpless one. She knew she couldn't save everyone…but this one boy...he needed her.

That was it. Barely knowing what she was doing, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Bill…that was it.

We can take Sam in for however long it will take for him to find his new home.

Stef would be pissed.

But Sam's eyes.

She should have asked Stef if this would be okay.

But Sam needed her.

Or at least talked to the kids.

But Sam spent the night sleeping on the beach.

Secrets split apart a family.

But Sam didn't seem to have a family in the first place.

That was it. She wouldn't feel guilty about helping this boy. She wouldn't let her conscience make her feel bad for saving another kid. Besides, it was only for a few weeks. Besides, Sam was sixteen and seemed independent, he wouldn't be a burden.

At that moment, a doctor walked to her, "Mrs. Adams-Foster? I am Doctor Lance. Were you with Sam?"

"Yeah, is he all right? What happened? We were just talking, and he passed out."

"Yes, we believe that was a mix of shock, hunger, dehydration, and exhaustion. He has a small concussion, but nothing to worry about. The bruises on his face are healing. He also seemed to be having a nightmare before he woke up. He is probably very tired, but you can see him. Go easy on him, okay? Just follow me."

A few minutes later, Lena found herself, once again, in front of Sam. He looked up and smiled politely, but it didn't really meet his eyes, which were filled to the brim with worry and suspicion.

"Hey Sam. My wife and I foster kids like you, so once you are discharged from the hospital, you will come and stay with us for a couple of weeks. Is that okay?" She may have imagined it, but hope seemed to flicker across his eyes.

"Yeah, okay. Do you have many kids? And…when will I be discharged from the hospital?" He looked around anxiously.

At this the doctor spoke up. "We wanted to keep you overnight for observation, but it may be better for you to get to your new home tonight, so you can become more comfortable with it."

He gave the relieved look of someone who has been to the hospital more times than a kid his age should have.

"So, can he be released now?"

"Yes, why don't you just fill out this paperwork while I give him a final exam, and then you can be off, all right?"

"Perfect."

Half an hour later, she and Sam were in the car, driving home in an awkward silence. Montekindly gave her the day off, after all was explained, so she could be there for him at the hospital. She considered pushing him for more answers, but didn't want him to snap again.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on her. Stef didn't know. And where would he sleep? What has she done? Oh well, too late to go back now. She still did the right thing.

She parked the car in the driveway and led the way inside, as Sam skittishly followed, jumping at every sound.

"Okay, Sam, I am going to call my wife, Stef. Why don't you wait on one of the couches in here?" She gestured to the living room at the entrance.

Taking out her phone, she knew she couldn't wait any longer. She dialed. After three rings, Stef picked up.

"Hey love, is everything okay?"

"Kind of. Um, I…we'retakinginafosterkidforafewweeks."

"What? What do you mean? Who is it? I don't understand, love."

"Why don't I explain everything when you get home and you can meet him. I'm sorry, but you should meet him first okay? Bye, honey." Before Stef could reply, she hung up. Okay, that was a little uncalled for, but she wasn't in the mood to argue at the moment.

"Do you want to watch a movie or get something to eat?" she addressed this to Sam, who looked happy but a little uncomfortable and out of place in the living room, with his shaggy bangs and bruised face. She wondered where he got those bruises, and who he was protecting. They reminded her of when they first met Callie. She had bruises on her face too. But she wasn't dangerous. Just lost.

"Sure, that sounds great. Um…Mrs. Lena, will I go to school while I am staying here?"

She was confused, usually kids didn't even think about school. They hated it. "Yes, that will be arranged. Why don't you pick out a movie or TV show and we will talk about this all at dinner?"

An hour later they were on the couch, laughing atThe Office, when the door opened. Mariana appeared at the doorway. "Mama, hi, what are you doing home? I mean, where were you all day? And who is this?"

Now Sam looked extra uncomfortable. She could understand that. He was sitting in a stranger's living room. It made sense. He must feel like an intruder. "Um…Mariana this is Sam. He is going to be staying with us for a few weeks." He gave her a shy smile.

"Hey, I'm Mariana. Play rehearsal was cancelled, but Brandon and Jesus are building and painting sets. Are you watchingThe Office?"

"Yes, Mariana. Do you know where Jude and Call-" the door opened again, this time Callie storming in and stomping up the stairs. "Actually, why don't you do your homework. We can talk about this later. Right now, I want to explain the rules to Sam. If you finish everything could you also come down and help with dinner? Oh, and check in on your sister. Make sure she is okay."

"Yeah, sure. Nice meeting you, Sam," He gave her another smile in which she returned before going up the stairs.

Lena smiled, glad to know that Sam already had a friend in the family.

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