The social worker, Annie Barlow, was having a rough day.

It had been hard enough finding a foster willing to take a fourteen year old girl, and now it would be even harder with what had happened to her and her now being sixteen years old. Everyone wanted babies or young children; it was harder to place special needs, ones with trauma of some sort, and teenagers. No one wanted teenagers because the parents thought they'd be damaged; hoodlums, criminals, and no good. It sometimes happened to kid in the system, but all of them needed somewhere to go.

Annie had been working with the girl since she had entered the system when the poor girl's only family, her mother, had died in a car accident. Annie had been so sure his last foster parents were ready to adopt her, but then the girl had to endure yet another tragedy. Her foster parents had been brutally murdered. They were lucky a strange man had saved the girl before the murderers got her. Police were still trying to work out what had happened, but it seemed to be the two unknown suspects had turned on one another chopping on another's heads off. The girl might not have seen anything, but it was still tragic.

Annie asked, "Mar, are you going okay?"

Mar was sitting slumped in the passenger seat, "I'm fine, Mrs. Barlow. Are you sure this whole group home thing is going to work out?"

Annie said, "There will be six other kids aside from you, and three of them are close to your age; the other three are little kids. Ms. Suzume has never turned a kid away before, and although she's getting older she had a helper in her thirties who lives in the house as well. It could be fun just you see."

Mar only grumbled in response.

Annie sighed, "Please try to make a good impression and remember your manners."

Mar stretched out her legs on the dashboard. It wasn't that easy considering she was 5'9 with long legs. She didn't exaggerate either when she said long legs. Every other girl she knew was in the 5'2-5'5 range, while she was leaning more towards the giantess side. Even Mrs. Barlow was 5'4. It didn't help matters any when at one of her physicals the doctor told her she'd probably be 5'll or even 6 foot by the time she was eighteen. It made clothes shopping difficult, and trying to fit into small cars was impossible.

"I got a handle on this. Trust me."

Annie smiled, "I trust you, Mar. I just want what's best for you."

Mar playfully punched Annie in the arm, "I know, thanks for that. I'll be on my best behavior, scouts honor."

"You got kicked out of girl scouts for beating up some boy scouts."

"No one's perfect, and I was getting too old for it anyway. They tried to move their lame little popcorn thing onto our cookie turf. I had to protect what was ours. Also Miss. Cawthorne was a nice little lady, and didn't need to have to put up with that."

Annie was a mature adult who could control her laughter, at least that's what she told herself.

Mar's new foster home was a large purple house with a tire swing in the front oak tree. A gangly teenage girl in a too big pullover hoodie and grey tights chased a dark haired little boy across the yard. They didn't even acknowledge the car pulling into the driveway until a tanned woman in jean shorts rounded the corner chasing after them, "Hope! Roger! We have people coming, and when I catch you guys you are in so much trouble!"

The woman froze when she saw when she saw the red Honda in the driveway, "Mrs. Barlow, you're here."

Upon the woman's distraction the teenage girl and the little boy sprinted into the house. Annie and Mar got out of the car and the woman came to greet them with an apologetic smile on her face, "Mrs. Barlow, I am so sorry about well…that."

She introduced herself to Mar, "I'm Konoa. I help Mama Suzume around the house and with the kids. Do you need any help with your bags?"

Mar held up her duffle bag and her checkered back pack, "Got it covered, Ma'am. So what was going on with the high speed chase?"

Konoa pinched the bridge of her nose, "Roger stole Hope's phone because he wanted to play games and you can imagine how she reacted to that. I'll introduce you to everyone inside."

As far as homes went, Mar thought the purple place didn't look all that bad. There were toys scattered in corners of the room like they had made a half-assed attempt to get to the toy boxes, and it was fairly clean otherwise. The knick knacks weren't too overdone, and the house seemed well lived in. Mar wasn't sure what she would've done if she'd been put with some prim proper peeps that flipped their shit when kids put their grubby fingers on the fridge. A stout elderly Asian woman walked into the foyer with glasses adorned blond toddler trailing after her.

She took Annie's hands into her own and patted them gently, "Oh Annie, it's been a while. You don't look like you've been sleeping, dear. You need to take care of yourself."

Mar was surprised when the old lady took Mar's face into her hands, "You must be Miss. Walker. Such a tall, healthy girl you are! I'm Mama Suzume. We'll get you all settled in right quick alright, dear."

Konoa yelled up the stairs, "Kids, get down here. We have guest!"

The little boy yelled with her, "New kid! New kid! We got a new kid!"

Four kids came stampeding down the stairs, and the little boy from the yard peeked out from the nearby coat closet.

Konoa said, "I want you all to introduce yourself to Miss. Walker."

The little blonde boy with downy hair smiled, "I'm Carter I'm two. You're pretty!"

Mar smirked, "Thanks, kid. Names Mar, I'm sixteen."

The dark haired boy said, "I'm Roger I'm three."

The girl who had been chasing him growled, "You took my phone you little brat!"

Roger shrugged, "I'm little. I don't know any better."

Konoa snapped, "Hope!"

Hope sighed dramatically, "Fine! I'm Hope and I'm fifteen."

A thin kid with long bangs and baggy clothes elbowed Hope, "That's not very welcoming, Hopper. I'm Zane I'm fourteen."

The seventeen year old girl looked Mar up and down sizing her up. Another little girl with a bow in her hair, who Mar assumed was the five year old, clung to the edge of the teenage girl's shirt with one hand and a Tinkerbelle doll in the other.

The girl spoke with a slight accent, "Name's Valencia. You're bunking with me, Sea shell."

She gestured to the little girl, 'This is Nickie."

Nickie asked, "Do you got a mommy? My mommy's gonna come back for me later."

Hope rolled her eyes, "You said she was coming back two years ago. You're mom's not coming back. She left you here for a reason."

Valencia glared, "Shut up, Hope!"

Roger said, "Hope's a meanie head!"

Roger ran out of the closet as Hope chased him up the stairs, "You little brat!"

Konoa shouted, "Hope you're fifteen, and Roger is only three. I will discipline him, so don't chase him."

Konoa sighed, "I am so sorry. Mar, Valencia will show you to your room. I'm sure Mama Suzume and Mrs. Barlow have a lot to discuss."

Mar thought Annie would talk to Suzume about how she was to be treated gently; especially things involving mothers and what had recently happened to the Davidsons. She didn't like being treated like she was made of glass just because of some 'trauma' she was supposedly recovering from. Her mom had been dead for a while and she knew that. It sucked, but car accidents happened and it had already been two years. Concerning the incident with the Davidsons she just needed to salt the windows, and etch some protective symbols into the beds.

God, otherwise known as Chuck, was a bit uneasy. It wasn't the bourbon talking either because with how much Lucifer had been hanging around his office he hadn't been drinking much. Also, having the responsibilities of God kind of put a damper on activities such as those involving alcohol. He was usually pretty sure of himself, he had to be, but he was a bit uneasy about one certain call. Just a little bit of untold information, and it wasn't like he always had to tell his secrets. His angels didn't know, and that had been on of the hardest things to keep up. He wasn't worried about the angels finding out, but he was worried about the Winchester brothers finding out.

They had to find out at some point, but he was thinking of booking it over to one of his hideouts in the multiverse when that time came, or maybe he could see what Death had been up to. He knew Sam and Dean couldn't get to him, but they could send their angels up to give him a talking too. Gabriel and Castiel were rebellious little shits that liked giving their dad a hard time. He loved them dearly and forgave them always, but Chuck really didn't like yelling. He could always give them the 'fate's a bitch' spiel, but one of the fate sisters was actually a pretty nice girl. He had also interfered, when he was supposed to just let things play out.

He stared at his typewriter in dismay. He couldn't even work on his screenplays. Christmas was coming up and he needed to crank out a couple Christmas movies for the folks downstairs. Everyone needed a hobby, and that was one of his. Laying his head on his arms he groaned.

Writing was hard; especially when one was having a small crisis.

A long finger continuously poked him, "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Papa, Papa, Papa, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Daddy-kins, Daddy-kins, Old Man, Old Man, Old Man, Daddy, Daddy…Pay attention to me!"

Chuck sighed, "What is it, Lucifer?"

"Hi, Daddy."

Chuck ran a hand through his hair, "Hello Lucifer. Was that all you wanted to say?"

Lucifer squinted, "You look upset. What did Michael do? I'll beat him up."

"Michael hadn't done anything. And what did I tell you about picking fights with your older brother. I'm just a little worried about you know what."

Lucifer asked, "You know what being the thing I helped out with, or you know what being that present thing we've been working on, or it being that one thing going on with Crowley and the other you know what that we're not supposed to get into?"

"This first one."

Lucifer said, "Oh yeah, they're going to be pissed, but I did my thing so I'm good…you on the other hand."

Chuck frowned, "Son, lest you not forget your sins, and…"

"Oh cram it with the omnipotent bastard shtick, old man. More people have been killed in your name then those I have killed."

"Lucifer, are you arguing with me?"

"I'm simply pointing out facts. Is that arguing?"

Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm sorry. I'm just a little high strung, and I accidentally took it out on you."

Lucifer exclaimed, "You know what you need? You need to play a game to take your mind off things. Wanna play Mario with me?"

Chuck said, "There is a lot of work to do…"

Lucifer crossed his arms, "If you don't play with me I will throw a tantrum the likes of heaven have never seen."

Chuck mumbled, "Been there done that, son. You're the second oldest angel, and you can act like it."

Lucifer scoffed, 'That's no fun. So, are you planning on dropping the big one all in one go, or are you going to just give them some hints."

Chuck put his feet up on his desk, "I'll give Gabriel a mission that he must take Sam on, and then hopefully everything will play itself out. I need to check it out, and handle the necessary information needed. I'm entrusting you with this."

Lucifer said, "I've been doing mission after mission, having to be good and all without any fun, it's exhausting. I'll go, but why doesn't Michael have to be your errand boy?"

Chuck smiled, "You're always here, and Michael has been overseeing the angels."

"I can play my Nintendo in other places you know."

"The question is will you?"

Lucifer shrugged, "You might get lonely without me, and I can bug you all I want when I'm here and well who else would do stuff for you, and only I can do it so well."

Chuck got up and patted Lucifer's shoulder, "Thank you, Lucifer. Off you go then, and remember that this is a secret between us for now. Don't even tell Michael."

"I won't I promise."

Alright, we're 10 chapters in. You guys have any thoughts?