Disclaimers: I only own J.J, Rowan and Dwayne. GO ME!!!

(Still Saturday)

"Hey, why don't we skip the pointless questions and you can just yell at me?" asked Rowan quickly as he sat down in Peter's office to the looks of Dwayne, Sophia, and Peter.

"Hey Rowan I saw you teaching J.J to walk on his hands," said Sophia. "He seems to really like you." Rowan shrugged.

"Cool kid."

"It was funny to see you teach Scott though."

"Yeah, him and Ezra. That was sorta amusing."

"Yeah it was, " said Dwayne. "But we still have-"

"You talked to Jasper lately?"

"No." Dwayne sighed. "Look, Rowan-"

"So are we done?"

"No." said Peter. "We're not. At some point you're going to have to talk. You realize this right?"

"Actually I don't. I have every right to privacy. I'm planning on just sitting out my last 2 months and then running. Possibly hopping a nice plane to Ireland."

"We'll find you, you know," said Sophia.

"I beg to differ. Have you ever tried to find a Pikey who doesn't want to be found? I think not. I know Ireland better then I know myself. You're not gonna find me there."

"Fine, we won't find you. So until then, we'll just question you more often. Rowan, we need for you to tell us what people did to you. Frank is going up for parole. Do you want him to get out?" A momentary spasm of pain crossed Rowan's face and although Peter noticed it he wondered if Dwayne would catch up on it and work it to the bone.

"What if Frank gets out and comes after the little girl who was in his care with you? What's her name again?"

"You know her name, " said Rowan, low.

"Jessica? Jennifer? Jill?"

"Janna."

"What if Frank comes after her? She's old enough to be considered a nice target. What if..."

"Shut up."

" Or how about if Frank gets in touch with some guys who can get him a few new kids. You wanna be responsible for other kids?"

"Shut up."

"What about the other people who currently can't foster kids or adopt because of you. Pretty soon some of them could. You wanna be responsible for those kids? Huh?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" screamed Rowan, and threw Peter's glass ball paperweight across the room where it shattered into a thousand pieces, crystal tears, washing down the wall, identical to the ones Sophia could imagine raining from Rowan's face. His dry eyes glared as he stamped from the room.

They watched from the window as Rowan went over to where J.J was playing with Auggie and Shelby. He said something to him and started to leave, to head towards the dorms. J.J tossed the doll to Shelby and ran after Rowan, then jumped on his back. Rowan turned around and J.J hugged him around the waist. Awkwardly Rowan patted J.J's back. J.J said something and Rowan smiled. Kneeling down he said something back and J.J hugged him again. Rowan gave him a high five and then walked into the dorms.

Dwayne waited a few minutes to give Rowan a chance to calm down then followed him into the dorms. Rowan was lying on his bunk staring at the bottom of Scott's bunk. He had a knife out and was carving something into the wood. Dwayne cleared his throat several times, but Rowan didn't look up, too engrossed in the music that emitted from his headphones.

Only when Dwayne stood next to Rowan did he look up in surprise. Reluctantly he handed over the switchblade, and then turned on his side to face the wall. Dwayne reached down and turned off the cd player. "Do you mind?" Rowan's voice showed no signs of cracking.

"No. Why do you refuse to answer any of the questions?"

"Because it won't do shit. Why can't you accept that?"

"Because I think until you do speak of your past you don't have a future."

"Yeah, what ever. Can you go now?"

"I'll see you next week." Dwayne started to turn away, and then came back. "Oh by the way, we need to talk about your grades. You're failing everything. You were passing English with C's until you pulled your anti-poetry thing."

"I'm getting Ds!"

"That's considered failing here, Rowan. You might want to try doing the work."

"Yeah, whatever."

Dwayne sighed and walked out the dorm.