Ch 5. I don't own anything so don't sue me. Thanks for the great reviews, and keep them coming.

Scott finally found his way back to his room by about 12:30. He just took off his shirt and flopped down on top of the blankets of his bed. He wasn't quite used to beds, blankets, pillows, or anything yet. In fact they made him rather uncomfortable in some ways; they were just too damn soft.

He muttered something to himself, and tried to find a comfortable position to slep in. He finally got comfortable, and fell into a restless seep filled with nightmares about flames, parachutes, and plane crashes.

He awoke to someone calling his name softly, and shaking his shoulder. He recognized the voice, even though he had just woken up.

"Scott, are you all right?' The female voice asked earnestly, after she noticed he was awake.

'Yeah, I think so, Jean." He replied.

"How'd you know it was me?" She looked directly at the boy, noticing the many scars that covered his body.

"Every person smells and sounds different than another, I just use that to tell people apart."

"So, what do I smell like?" She said in a mocking tone.

"Peppermint." He answered tunefully.

"But back to my first question, are you all right?" She was concerned about Scott, even though she didn't know him well yet.

"And I answered yes." He stubbornly replied. "Was I yelling again in my sleep."

"Not really loudly, I was walking back to my room from the bathroom and heard you, so I decided to wake you up." She didn't want to ask him about the dream; she didn't know him well enough to get personal information from this distant and quiet boy.

"Thanks for not getting any of the adults, they would ask me a whole bunch of questions about things I really don't feel like talking to them about, if you know what I mean." Scott realized he was babbling to a almost complete stranger, and felt a blush begin to creep across his face.

"Yeah I know that feeling." She comforted the boy in the only way she knew how, by listening to him, agreeing, and understanding him. "Before I head back to my room, I'd like to thank you for getting me out of that jam earlier, ya know at the diner. It was really nice to you, and I hope I can make it up to you someday.

"Its ok, I don't like people who kick a person when their down anyways." He smiled a lopsided smile.

Jean thought to herself, I really like that lopsided smile.

"Oh, Scott I forgot to tell you earlier, the professor wants a few of us to take you shopping for some cloths tomorrow." She noted that he wasn't wearing pj's, only jeans.

"Um, ok." Was his only reply.

"K, then see you in the morning, good night."

"You too." Was his only reply. He laid back down, and was surprised to find out that he felt content for the first time that whole stressful day.

I will try to get a new chapter done soon. If you are reading this DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW. : )