Disclaimer I do not own the Fosters
Callie was walking home from work having worked a mid-shift, it was slowly turning dark so she decided to cut down an alley. She entered the alley when she heard a dragging sound. She turned around to see Liam the one person she feared the most dragging a metal pipe but the most unnerving of the situation was the smile plastered across his face. Callie ran after seeing the intent in his eyes.
"You can run but you can't hide and I'll catch you eventually!" sang Liam.
Callie ran through the darkness breathing heavy due to exhaustion from running through what felt like molasses. She wanted to stop but feared the outcome of being caught. She looked back to see Liam just causally walking after her which caused her to trip over a loose stone falling to the ground. She turned around to see how far Liam was before he reached her but as if he were a nightmare he appeared right before her. He grabbed her by her hair and smashed her against a wall. He then pressed his body against hers and put his mouth to her ear.
"You're my bitch and that's all you'll ever be Callie" hissed Liam.
"No please, let me go please!" begged Callie.
"Not a chance because before I have fun with you I'm going to make Sophia scream my name" laughed Liam.
"No please no, please don't she's only a child!" cried Callie.
"She's a younger copy of you and that means I can teach all the things I like, you know all the things you were to stupid to learn." laughed Liam coldly.
"I hate you, I hate you" screamed Callie.
"No you don't, I'm the one who took your virginity, I'm the one who made you feel special, loved even after those old man had touched you I was the one who made you, you love me" said Liam smugly.
Callie looked into his eyes afraid that he was right, Liam placed his hand on her chin then brought his face close kissing her on the lips and when he pulled back it was no longer Callie who Liam held but Lena who was pined to the wall.
"My plan to break you includes going after Marianna and making you watch as we have fun" laughed Liam.
"Noooooo!" moaned Lena.
Liam ran a hand down Lena's face in a loving manner then placed a hand on her stomach where the baby was growing.
"I sincerely hope you have a girl, I can't wait to play with her!" cackled Liam.
"Stef will stop you, you'll never lay a hand on me or my children" said Lena feeling brave..
"Really then where was she when I laid more then a hand on Callie's body?" pondered Liam.
"You bastard" spat Lena.
"I hope you say that when I'm done with you" Leered Liam as he licked Lena's face in a sexual manner.
"Stef can't protect you, didn't Callie tell you?, I already know where you live, I know all the ways in, I've spent time in the girls room playing with Callie's sleeping body" laughed Liam which was both sinister and creepy.
Lena sat up in bed covered in sweat. She put a hand on her stomach that was only now starting to show. Since her pregnancy began she had the nightmare at least twice a week. She didn't know why she was having it but she knew dreams were just things people accumulated during the day and let loose at night. Callie had told them Liam did know they lived, that deep down no matter how much Callie refused to accept Liam had made her feel special, had been her first love and that even while she hated and feared him she did in fact did love him and that angered Stef and Lena knowing that Laim still had the kinda of hold over her. Lena got up to go to the kitchen when her cell phone rang.
"Who the hell is calling in the middle of the night?" pondered Lena.
She checked the caller ID and was surprised to see Stef's name on it. She found that odd as Stef wouldn't call her in the middle of the night unless Lena called first. She answered the phone wondering if Stef was with Callie.
"Hey babe what's up?" asked Lena.
"I need you to get to the hospital now!" demanded Stef in a panic.
"Is something wrong with Callie?" asked Lena looking for her socks.
"No Callie's fine, It's Jesus he snuck out again!" said Stef.
"What happened? is he ok?" asked Lena.
"No he's been shot, I need you" cried Stef.
"Oh gods!" thought Lena.
"I'll be right there honey," said Lena.
Lena knew Stef tried to be strong but when it came to her kids whatever happened to them hurt her the most and when she told Lena she needed her what she was meant was I need your strength. Before Lena left she woke up Brandon letting him know he needed to let the other 2 know what happened when they woke up.
For as far as anyone could see there was nothing but darkness. A unending swirling mass of darkness that to the person standing in the darkness was warm and inviting as if there was nothing to fear in the darkness as if the darkness would comfort the lone figure. A strange sound pierced the darkness followed by a cold light. Turning around to see a wall of darkness with a crack made of light running along the base confused the individual and when a hand was placed in the light it grew cold and began to hurt but there was something familiar that was calling to the figure something that made it step into the light.
Jesus opened his eyes then immediately shut them as the light was bright. He slowly opened his eyes to find his moms. Stef was pacing the room and Lena was rubbing his hand looking as if she had just woken up. Jesus moved causing both his parents to notice. Lena hugged his first then Stef hugged him as Lena went for the doctor.
"Where am I?" asked Jesus trying to take in his surroundings.
"The hospital, you were shot," said Stef trying to hold back her anger.
"Shit!, I misjudged the situation, I only saw the two guys and I thought I could take them," said Jesus.
"And because of that you died, I told you to stop!" hissed Stef.
"I know and I'm not sorry, I've been helping people, I saved that old man" declared Jesus.
Jesus noticed the look on Stef's face but he wasn't sure what it meant.
"You almost died! Jesus, you misjudged the situation and it nearly cost you your life" shouted Stef.
Jesus wasn't sure but he felt that when she yelled she yelled the word misjudged differently as if it had some hidden meaning.
"I'm fine besides your a cop and you've been shot" said Jesus blowing her off.
"Yes that happened, I got shot because I wasn't thinking about my safety when I went in and I nearly paid the price" said Stef.
"Whatever," said Jesus.
"No not whatever Jesus, I was following you when you snuck out, If I hadn't gotten there when I did you would be dead" said Stef.
"You keep saying that but I don't see it" said Jesus in a pissy tone.
Stef grabbed Jesus by his chin making him look her in the eye.
"If I hadn't gotten Jesus you would be dead right now meaning we wouldn't be having this conversation, I would be calling your brothers and sister, Mike and Anna, my mother and Lena's parents to tell them you died because you were to stubborn and angry to listen, we may have to pull the plug on Callie one day and I don't want to bury her next to a sibling because losing one of my baby's would hurt me and losing another would kill me" cried Stef.
Jesus heard what his mom said and her words cut him deep. He very rarely saw her as she held everything in. She was the strong one and knowing it was him that did this to her hurt him. He hugged her tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'll stop," said Jesus crying as well.
"You better" warned Stef.
Lena and the doctor walked in as Jesus let go of Stef. Lena hugged him quickly then sat down.
"I'm glad your awake young man," said the doctor.
"How long have I been out?" asked Jesus.
"A few hours at most, I have good news and bad news" said the doctor.
Stef and Lena shared a look.
"Go on," said Jesus nervously.
"The good news which is obvious was that the bullet missed your vital organs but due to wear the bullet landed we can not remove it as leaving it where it is will only cause you to walk with a limp but if we try to remove it the possibility of losing the the leg is high" explained the doctor.
"When you say lose the leg what do you mean?" asked Lena.
"It would no longer function," said the doctor.
"Do I have to drop out of the wrestling team?" asked Jesus.
"Well that depends on you, if you feel pain then you should" explained the doctor.
"Will I need a cane?" asked Jesus.
"That's your choice but it is recommended," said the doctor.
"Is there any way to strengthen his leg?" asked Stef.
"Swimming will help as well as low impact exercises but they won't help forever" explained the doctor.
"Will I need a cane when I'm older?" asked Jesus.
"That may be a possibility either in the near or distant future, the choice is yours" said the doctor.
"Are we free to take him home?" asked Lena.
"Yes your free to go but we will need to schedule some after care check-ups just to be on the safe, I'm going to leave now but a nurse will be right with you" said the doctor.
The doctor left the room then began to talk to a nurse who looked back at them then disappeared for a few minutes then returned with a wheelchair.
"Do I have to?" whined Jesus.
"Yes" responded the nurse.
Once Jesus was in the wheelchair Stef wheeled out. As they headed for the exit an older gentlemen stood up and walked over to them.
"Hi my name is Martin Morris," said the older man.
"How can we help you?" asked Lena.
"Thanks to your son 3 of my employee's are injured, of course that only prevents one of them from working. er sorry I know in a situation like this one would normally press charges but that's not what I want to do" said the old man.
"You shot my son and you think have the right to sue us!" huffed Lena angry.
Stef grabbed her arm.
"Jesus attacked them without warning they were only defending themselves" whispered Stef.
"I thought you were being robbed," said Jesus worried.
"I was not but I can understand why you thought that so, what we do is house items for auctions that need repairs, we had just gotten that gun which was not supposed to have bullets in it as the original owner a notorious thief from 1889 who never fired it only using it to scare people, the police took it as evidence but a detective Grey called me to let me know the gun has been used in a murder so I'm out $25,000 and down 1 employee meaning I'm 2 short" said the old man.
"What does that have to do with me?" asked Jesus.
"I want to offer you a job," said the old man.