A/N: Alright this was requested by Vader92 who wanted a oneshot centering on Jesus' last night at home. It came out much longer than I anticipated, but since when is that a bad thing? It focuses mainly on Jesus and Jude, but every member of the family makes an appearance. I hope you enjoy.

Packed for a Week (Jesus, Jude,Mariana, Adams-Foster Family)

He'd been packed for a week. As he walked into his bedroom, Jesus already noticed a difference. His side of the room looked the same. Moms had insisted on keeping his bedding, taking him shopping for a new set for his dorm room at Flintwood.

"You'll be back. You need something to come home to."

The biggest difference in itself was the room's other occupant. Jude had made himself more comfortable as the inevitable day of departure drew closer. This had surfaced quickly in the little things: closing the door when he entered, snap comments directed towards the other members of the family whenever Jesus' pending absence was joked about or fussed over, but the worst part was the fighting.

Jesus had tried really hard not to take the bait, only occasionally sinking back into his old habit, but on his last night at home, it became too much.

"I can't believe you're really leaving. Our baby's leaving the nest." Lena said.

"Mama," Jesus groaned. "It's boarding school. I'm not going off to war."

"Promise you'll be careful my Love." Stef kissed him on the forehead. "Please."

"I will."

Callie came down the stairs shaking her head. "He still won't come down!"

"That's not like Jude." Brandon glanced up from his plate looking across the table at Jesus who rolled his eyes.

"He's been taking jabs at me since I said I was going. I can't deal with this anymore." He pushed his plate away from him storming away from the table and up the stairs.

Jude sighed. Jesus was actually leaving tomorrow. He found himself getting angrier and angrier as the thought grew in his head. Didn't he care at all?

He heard a knock on the door.

"What?" He lifted his head from the pillow as the door opened and Jesus walked in.

"What's your problem dude?" Jesus' voice rose. "I mean seriously? Tell me, because you're scaring Callie and you're scaring moms."

"I don't have a problem." Jude couldn't keep the edge out of his voice as he swung his legs around turning his back on Jesus.

"You're acting like a fucking punk. "Jesus reached for Jude's arm swirling him around. "You've been locking me out of the room all week, snapping at everyone who tries to talk to you! I even had Connor asking me about you!"

"What do you care? You're leaving anyway. You just can't wait to get out of here right?" Jude yanked his arm out of Jesus' grasp which had went limp at the younger boy's words.

Well, shit.

"Get out of here! Leave me alone." Jude grabbed a pillow off of his bed throwing it at Jesus. "This isn't your room anymore."

"Fine." Jesus held up his hands as he walked over to his side of the room grabbing his bedding. "Whatever."

As Jesus stormed out and the door slammed, Jude finally let the tears he'd been holding in fall. He remembered when they had heard about the accident, that Jesus and Mariana had been hit, the fatality. Everyone had thought the worst, especially with the report of a fatality. Thankfully, that had been misreported. They were all so grateful. Even after Jesus had come out of surgery, the gratitude never faded. Then Jesus had started again talking about the boarding school, going to Colorado, the great opportunities he would have while he was there. It was like he didn't even care that he had almost died. He didn't even care that they had almost lost him. Jude thought, yeah, maybe he should be grateful that Jesus was acting like everything was still normal. They still had their little bouts and video gaming marathons with Brandon and Connor. But then, he had started packing, face timing with his roommate, and acknowledging the rest of them less and less: particularly Jude.

His afternoons became traipsing around the neighborhood, spending a different day with a different Anchor Beach friend as though he were moving for good, rather than for a school year. The mood in the house changed. Grief over what if we lost him, became grief over he's growing up, he's moving out. Everyone began to acknowledge it, giving him more and more space, bugging him less. Even Brandon stopped annoying him with fake wrestling matches. Jude couldn't.

So he had become what Jesus had been in the hope that his brother would finally notice. He had started acting like it really was his room and his alone. He closed the door before Jesus could come in, he ignored Jesus when he talked, figuring if he was going to be gone, might as well get used to it. He snapped at moms, started shouting matches with Brandon and avoided Callie. He fought over the bathroom with Mariana and spent more time out than he should. Even Connor had began to notice a change in his boyfriend. The bottom line behind all of it that none of them knew is that Jude was going to miss his brother.

"Jesus?" Brandon walked into his bedroom to see his younger brother sitting on the floor with his blankets spread out. "What's going on?"

"I'm spending the night in here." Jesus shrugged. "Hope that's okay."

Brandon shook his head, trying hard to hold back his laughter. "Alright, as much as I miss our bedroom campouts, I have to ask, why?"

"Can't it just be because I'm going to miss you and for old time's' sake?" Jesus ventured. At Brandon's raised eyebrow, he sighed. "Jude still won't let me in. We had a big fight, and I decided to come in here."

"Dude," Brandon sighed sitting on his bed. "You really have to work it out before you leave. You can't avoid it. Callie will never forgive you if you don't at least try to help get the old Jude back before you go."

"I guess you're right." Jesus said. "I don't know why he's going so extreme though. It's not like I'm not coming back."

"Is it?" Brandon asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've kind of been going 240 about Colorado even after the accident." Brandon said. "It's a little much even for us. Can you imagine how it must be for Jude?"

Mariana stood outside the closed door. She had seen Jesus go into Brandon's room a few minutes ago, and knew that he and Jude must have had another fight.

"Judicorn, it's Mariana, can I come in?"

Jude opened the door without a word before going back to his bed.

"Hey, how you holding up?" Mariana walked in and sat on the bed next to Jude.

"Dunno." Jude shrugged. "I just don't get it. You guys almost died! Now he wants to leave."

Mariana felt a lump in her throat. The accident had shaken up everyone in her family. They could barely let the twins out of their sight. It had taken especially long for them to start acting normally toward Jesus. Mariana had taken the experience, turning it around and started spending as much time with her family as she could. Her twin had taken an opposite approach, treating everything as normally as possible. He became almost antsy with the anticipation of boarding school, wrestling for a whole year, drunk with the promise of moving out and moving on. Jesus was resilient, she'd give him that, but he was also blind. "Jesus…" She sighed. "Jesus just doesn't like being treated differently." She nodded feeling confident in her analysis of the brother she had grown up knowing almost as well as herself. "When everyone freaked out, it scared him."

"Doesn't he know he's scaring us?" Jude sighed, his next words a whisper. "Me. I...I don't want to lose anyone else."

Mariana looked over hearing the clearing of a throat and seeing her brother leaning against the doorframe, having heard the whole exchange. "You won't." He walked in sitting in between Mariana and Jude. "I know this is going to be hard. I'm gonna miss you… I think I'm gonna miss you and Mariana the most." He sighed. "No actually, I'm sure of it."

"Why do you have to go?" Jude asked. "Anchor Beach is your school. You could stay here, stay with us. You wrestle here already."

"Jude," Jesus put an arm around his brother's shoulder. "You remember when you first came here?"

Jude wrinkled his eyebrows nodding carefully. "What...what does that have to do with anything?"

"Just go with it for a minute." Jesus said. "I didn't want anything to do with you in my room right? When I asked Mom why she put you with me instead of Brandon, you know what she said?"

"Do it or else." Jude smirked.

"That," Jesus nodded. "And that it would help me grow up. Brandon, he already as out of left field as this sounds, he already grew up cause had me and Mariana to help out. He learned all this stuff about being a big brother and he already gave you the welcome you needed. I didn't know how to do that yet. You helped me more than you know."

Jude smiled at the memory. "You sure didn't seem like you were growing up."

Jesus shrugged. "So I was a little stunted. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is… now it's your turn. You found your place with us. Now you have to find out who you're gonna be… " He grinned. "Without me locking you out of the bedroom."

Jude nodded. "When you put it that way… I guess it makes sense."

"Yeah?" He rolled his eyes. "And if you ever put anyone through that again… it's not a far plane ride."

Jude's eyes widened as he shook his head. "No. I won't. I promise."

"Alright." Jesus laughed. "You better call every night. I want full and Mariana, I'm counting on you to keep me updated."

"You got it." Jude said.

"Come on, I think Brandon wanted one last chance to beat us in Smash Bros." Jesus put an arm around Jude's shoulder as they walked toward Brandon's room.

Jesus had been packed for a week and nothing had changed.

A/N: My emotions ran the gamut writing this. Thank you for the challenge! Prompts and requests welcome as always! Tell me what you think.