AN:This chapter is dediacted to remoob1513 whoes read all my stories. Thank you sooooo much. And I have to totally agree with you about "Misunderstanding" I found it very confusing, and I WAS THE ONE WHO WROTE IT. Honestly I have no ides how it ended up the way it did. But I know I'm doing my job when even I am surprised. And the same is true for this story. I have very little planned out and that's what I love best about writing it, or anything else.

"So Tony," Lena said. They had finished their lessons and were now waiting for Sara and Greg to come home. Tony had once again taken up his drawing of the phoenix. "Are you excited about getting a new sibling," Lena asked. She knew that Tony was smarter then any other ten year old and he would understand the word 'sibling'

"A little bit I guess," Tony said, still giving the majority of his attention to his drawing.

"You're lucky to have parents like Greg and Sara aren't you," Lena said. She was just encouraging the little boy to talk.

Tony put his pencil down with a snap and started straight at the paper like he could bore holes in it with his eyes. "They're not my parents," He said. His voice was low and soft. "I had a mom, I had a dad. Greg and Sara are not my parents," Tony said firmly.

"You miss your parents," Lena asked. She knew she was starting to sound like a shrink.

"I miss my mom," Tony said. He picked his pencil up and continued to draw. "I never really knew my dad. Until he kidnaped me and Sara," Tony said. His voice was flat and there was no emotion in it. Lena hated when he spoke like that.

"You know Sara and Greg love you very much," Lena said. Tony nodded.

"I know. I love them too," Tony said honestly.

Then the door opened. Tony turned and saw Sara and Greg walk in. Sara smiled and walked over to the little boy. She scooped him up off the ground and hugged him tightly.

"Ready guys," Greg asked. Both Lena and Tony nodded. Lena gathered up Tony's drawing pad and colored pencils, knowing he would want to draw.

Sara handed Tony to Greg, who gave the little boy a piggy back down the stairs and to the car. The four of them piled into the car and drove to the doctors office. When they got there, Tony and Lena were forced to stay in the waiting room.

Tony found a nice spot on the floor and continued the drawing of the phoenix. Lena read a book she had brought. A little boy walked over to tony. The boy was probably eight or nine.

"Hi," He said. Tony looked up briefly and nodded.

"Hi."

"Whatcha doing," the boy asked.

"I'm drawing," Tony said.

Lena was now interested in Tony's conversation and tried to listen carefully.

"What is that," the boy said pointing at Tony's drawing.

"It's a phoenix," Tony said simply. The little boy sat down next too Tony.

"What's a phoenix," The boy asked. He had a problem pronouncing the word.

"A phoenix is a bird from ancient Egypt. It would live for a long time and then burst into flames when it died. Then a red egg appeared in the ashes and the bird was reborn. It has an amazing song."

Lena could tell the little boy had no idea what Toy had said. But he nodded anyway. "My name's Kyle," he said happily.

"Okay," Tony said. Lena had to give him a lot of credit for putting up with this boy. She knew Tony really didn't do well with people. "My name is Tony," he said finally.

"I like that name," Kyle declared. Then a young woman came up to Lena and sat next to her. They were the only two people in the waiting room, so it was apparent that she was in charge of Tony.

"Are you his mother," the woman asked.

"Unrelated Aunt," Lena said with a smile. "His mother's getting checked out right now."

"I'm Kyle's sister," she said and Lena was glad. The woman couldn't have been much over 20. Way to young to have an eight or nine year old. "I have another brother too, 15, but he opted to stay home. I'm Valerie by the way. Valerie Carver."

Lena shook her hand. "Tony has a ... colored history," Lena said. She didn't want to go into details, that was Sara's choice. "Not the best with people."

Valerie nodded, then her eyes sparked. She rummaged through her purse, extracting a piece of paper and a pen. She scribbled something down on the paper.

"Here," she said handing it to Lena. On the paper was written a phone number. "Call sometime, we'll set up a play date."

Lena nodded and looked over at Tony. He didn't look as uncomfortable anymore. He still wasn't talking much, but he had given a pencil to Kyle and flipped to a blank page in the drawing pad. A play date would do Tony some good.