A.N: I'm sorry this took so long but I was moving and then the computer had hacker after hacker it was all a nightmare. I hope I didn't fully lose my mojo for this, and that you like the update. Dante I hear ya, and thank you. Colt doesn't have to repeat the grade, and umm… there's some more of the story to be uncovered. And hopefully it's all going in sequence I can never tell cause I don't like to read my stuff over I change too much haha. Thanks to everyone who read, I love ya all. Lighter.

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Chapter Thirteen.

Sabrina sat in her cell, rocking back and forth. She had said nothing to anyone for days. Her family hadn't come by anymore, though they have called from time to time. "The leader will save his sheep." The woman said quietly out of nowhere. "Little lamb, my little lamb she took him from me."

The guard standing in the cell walked another person through the sound proof door of the prison rooms. The woman was large and gruff, shaggy brown hair cut short above her ears, a tough look that said she were just waiting for someone to say the wrong thing to her. "You people are gonna hear from my lawyers about this! I'm innocent!" She hollered for the whole world to hear.

"Yeah yeah, like I haven't heard that one before." The man patronized. "Hey Sabrina, you've got yourself a new room mate." He laughed before shoving the newcomer into the cell with the poor woman.

"The leader will save his sheep." The woman whispered.

"Ha, sounds like you found your voice again." The guard noticed the woman's words, especially since he hadn't heard anything out of her for what seemed like forever- even when they teased her!

The large lady was thrown into the cell, turning quickly to bang her hands against the bars before moving away from them to sit on the bed beside her new cell mate. She seemed unaware of the tiny blonde woman that shared the cell with her, until a thin shaking hand reached out for hers.

"I'm Sabrina." She muttered.

The woman looked her up and down before taking the offered hand giving it a shake. "Hello Sabrina, I'm Bonnie."

Sabrina smiled at her pulling her hand away, bringing it back down around her knees with the other hand. "Are you sad to be in here?" She asked.

"Naahh, I'm just pissed." Bonnie confessed in all honesty. "You see the thing is, I have a son, he's a young thing about a year old and damn it all if my mother doesn't butt into my life." The woman shook her head. "Telling me, I'm not the right type of person to be havin' no kids... so she took him from me."

"That's awful." Sabrina sighed, listening carefully to her new friends story.

"Yeah it is." Bonnie looked down sadly. "I went to her house a couple nights ago and we had a huge fight, next thing I knew I was hollerin' and throwin' stuff..." Her rich southern accent seemed to be getting heavier as she spoke. "Than the dang woman called the cops, I of course took off- 'cause I've been charged many times before for stealin',"

"Oh stealing!" Sabrina called out. "Someone stole from me... when I was younger... she took something- no no..." She searched her brain to recall. Why wouldn't it stick with her. "She took someone from me, I was at a hospital because I was hurting in my stomach" Sabrina shook her head.

"Maybe you had the flu." Bonnie offered, as she had forgotten of her tale to listen to the odd woman.

"No... no not the flu... someone new came into the world." Sabrina shook her head frantically.

Bonnie remained quiet wondering what the woman could possible be talking about. "...Do you mean you had a baby?"

"Yes! A baby! A baby boy... He was so beautiful, big hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair." She was almost beaming at the memory of this boy.

"He sounds really special to you," Bonnie smiled. "What was his name?"

"I called him little lamb, but everyone called him Jefferson." Her smile never faded.

"...That's a sweet story hon'." Said Bonnie.

"Hon'... my sister Jessi calls me hon'... she's wonderful- when I stole a baby boy I gave him to her. He looked so much like my Jefferson, he even said his name was Jeff though he couldn't talk so good."

Bonnie rubbed the woman's tiny back and frowned. "You stole a kid? No wonder you're in here."

Sabrina laughed. "I didn't steal a kid you silly, I took my son to Jessica because she only had one and I was sure that she'd like two."

Bonnie was confused and it didn't take her long to figure out that Sabrina wasn't all there. "Well, I hope everything works out for ya."

"Me too."

"And I walk through the crowd and see you standing there after a- a-... a fight!"

Jamie's ranting had gone on like that for a good ten minutes. All the McRae's were feeling the woman's rage as she chewed into her sons actions. Colt had sat through the worst of it quietly but the woman had hit a few hard spots and he felt he had to speak up. "Jami-.." He swallowed correcting himself. "Mom, I wasn't fighting for the sake of it. I was helping a woman out, that guy stole her purse. What was I supposed to do?"

The woman's eyes boggled, and she scoffed. "You let the police handle it! Jefferson for God's sake that man could have had a gun with him! Aaahh!" She threw her hands up into the air in exasperation.

"Mom... I'm a ninja... remember? I'm used to handling things like that." Colt tried to sound rational, calm but he was beginning to feel his temper flare up.

"I don't know! You've been with those people for so long sometimes I don't know who you are!" Jamie screamed. "I'm not trying to get used to you, this Jeffery. I want to get my son back that's all."

"Well Jamie... Let me tell you a little secret." He didn't mean to have so much malice in his tone, but his voice oozed with the taste of anger and resentment. "I am Jeffery! And as far as I know your son died!"

Colt knew the words had stung the woman. He knew he had hurt her. But he didn't care, not by much anyway as he stomped upstairs into Jefferson's bedroom because it certainly wasn't his- and it never would be.

Jamie withered down onto the couch like a crumpled paper bag. Ben held onto his wife, a sorrowful look on his face. How could he let this happen to his wife? How could he... have brought this world to her?

John blinked in astonished, amazement that his brother had so much anger in him even when things seemed to be going fine with them- or at least he thought so. "I'm gonna go talk to him." He marched upstairs.

Annalise bit her tongue, eyes slit. She had had enough. She knew more than anyone that her mother could be impossible- almost unbearable at times, but Jamie didn't deserve this. Not from a boy who... She cut her words off. "I'm going to go study." She said to no one in particular.

Jeremy listened to the whole battle with deaf ears as he played quietly with Manga in a corner of the living room.

Jamie sniffled hard, hearing the words her son had said over and over again. "I don't understand, is he angry with me? Did I do something wrong, Ben?" The woman was at the end of her rope. Her son was obviously never going to return, and she would be stuck with this... Jeffery because her motherly side told her that she loved him and she does... doesn't she?

"I don't think so honey it's just been a rough week for him. That's all... we have to give these things time and it'll take time before we're a family again." Ben soothed her the best he could.

But Jamie cried on, shaking her head that it would never happen. She prayed for strength silently that she would not give up hope, but it felt like hope were too far from her reach. "I just want my sooon!" She cried out loudly.

Upstairs. 'Lissa sat quietly, patiently waiting for Colt to say something but he merely lay on his back in bed, looking as though he had just lit a fire and would gladly watch it burn. His skin felt hot and so were his emotions, so much so that speaking seemed out of the question because he didn't want his words to be harsh- not to the only friend he had in that house right now.

Colt had calmed himself long enough to finally talk when his door swung open announcing Johns arrival by hitting the wall. The taller teen crossed the room over to his brothers bed and with a point he said in an ordering tone. "Go say you're sorry."

"Why?" Asked Colt, sitting fully up. "So she can feel all warm and fuzzy hoping that her son will walk out of my body and leave me for dead? No. If she can't accept me for who I am, than she can't accept me at all."

John clenched his jaw, he knew deep down that his brother had made a good point, but he also shouldn't have said what he said. "I know mom says some messed up things this to you. She says them to us all, but that doesn't mean you can go and chew her head off. So Jeff, please just... go and say you're sorry."

Colt sighed, eyes rolling to the ceiling. Why was this always the pattern that he had to live by? Why was he always the one to apologize to someone. Didn't Jamie says some hurtful things herself? Calling him a child, making him feel like, he as a person didn't matter and that all she wanted was some five or six year old little boy back? What kind of woman politely tells someone to drop dead unless they change?

Neilissa cleared her voice and stood from the chair she had sat in. "If I may say something?" She looked to John then Colt. "Colt... I believe that you should apologize for your harsh tone to Mrs. McRae, but you're point is right. Let her see that without yelling." Looking to the other young man in the room, she said. "John, I believe your mother is to say that she's sorry to Jeffery as well. She shouldn't just assume that living the life he had is what made him who he is, he may have turned out this way whether he was with this family or another."

John knew she was right. He couldn't disagree with that- or the fact that his mother did need to say that she was sorry. But he still thought that Jefferson should say that he's sorry first.

"Fine. I'll say that I'm sorry, but after that she has to accept me for who I am... or I walk." He held his head up high.

John just shook his head. "...Alright, you better tell mom that. Come on."

The three walked downstairs, single filed and approached Jamie. The woman was still seated on the couch, tears streaming from her eyes. Colt frowned seeing that she had taken it so hard. He was used to a family that yelled back and didn't take his attitude no matter how much of it he shot back at them. Even Tum Tum had some bite when he wanted to. But the crying was new. "Mom?"

"Go away... just leave me alone." She sobbed.

Colt shot John a glance that said he tried. Oh well. He was out of there. But his brother nudged him forward. Reaching out for his mother he put an arm around her. "I'm sorry Mom."

She wiped a tissue under her nose, looking up at him. "Thank you son, I'm sorry too." The two hugged one another tenderly. Colt closed his eyes. He didn't care if he ever got used to this family, he would never get used to being someone else. Never.

"Mom...?" Tum Tum said while brushing his teeth. He had took it upon himself to leave the bathroom and strolled downstairs to talk to his Mom. "Do you think that Colt will someday come back?"

Jessica looked at her son, a frown coming across her face. "Sweet heart. I told you before I don't know. He might, but he may not. We can't expect visiting rights, he's not my son. I stole him."

"But I thought Aunt Sabrina stole him."

"She did, but I'm an accomplish because I... honey you're dripping on the carpet." She informed.

"Oh, sorry." He bent over to wipe a hand through it.

Jessica sighed, seeing the stain getting bigger. "Here, let me do that." She walked over to him with a Kleenex.

"Are... you still sad?" Her youngest son asked her. He felt so alone without Rocky around. He couldn't be the strong one, that's what Rocky was for, keeping their parents on their toes that's what Colt was for. And he, he just had to let them know that from all of them, they were still and always would be needed.

"Yes honey. I'm still very sad." She replied. "Your father doesn't like his new job, I'm getting harassed at mine, something has to give but it won't. I'm afraid this nightmare will never be over."

"...It will. You've just... gotta believe." Tum Tum pat his hand on his mothers shoulder. "I gotta go rinse. Good night Mom."

"Good night, and Tum Tum wash your face."

"I know I know." He rolled his eyes playfully.

Jessica smiled, glad that she had someone with her during the nights when Sam worked. She needed her sons back, all of them. If there was just some way to do it.