Chapter three.

I hang outside the door, to the communal room as its known, it has two entrances on inside one outside, and lucky me I got to stand outside in the rain today, for the last twenty minutes.

The door slides open and Ram's voice floats out, she doing her 'well it was a good meeting, see you next week' speech, after a pause the handsome blonde boy steps out. He sighs deeply, and steps out into the rain. I give him the once over, Ram only told me he was handsome, she never told me he was upper class, the quality of his clothes screamed it.

"Taking off so soon?" I ask mildly, I don't want to scare him off. Unfortunately he scares easy; he spins to look at me, eyes wide. I don't move I stay standing against the wall; I just raise my eyebrow, and give him my patient look. It could make a physco killer squirm.

"I …I have to go, I'm expected somewhere" he stutters out, but makes no movement to leave he just stands there staring at my beat up old boots. This kind of behavior, is a tell tale sign of having a controlling parent. This usually in turn causes the child to have some kind of emotional problem, mostly depression.

I clear my throat, he looks up to my face, but he doesn't make eye contact, his eyes flit about my face, "well," I say as I lean forward off the wall and approach him, when I draw up next to him I drop my left arm around him, "I think you can hold off your appointment for a little while as you have an over due meeting to get too."

At that statement he tried to move away to look at me, panic rolled out of him, he gaped for a moment before asking who it was with. I smiled at him, and advised him it was with me, and Ram. He calmed a little at that but the tension didn't leave his smaller frame.

I drew him back into the communal room, Ram was tiding up the area, I took off my coat and closed the sliding door, the inside entrance was already closed. I lead the boy over to the cozy, as we called the plush couch and chairs that stood in the corner of the room. He sat down, in his damp coat and gaped at us as we moved in non threatening positions, I sat in one of the chairs by the inside door, and Ram plopped down on the couch next to him, she looked completely relaxed like nothing was up. I just had a general patient look on my face.

He glanced nervously between us, he licked his lips, "did I do something wrong?" he blurted out.

My look sharpened for a moment and then it went blank, Ram knew what that meant. I was pissed off, she gave me a look of her own, silently telling me to calm down, this kids first question shouldn't have been if he did something wrong. It should've been 'oh what's this meeting about' or 'when I first came they said it was a non commitment thing', as I silently went through things in my head that would cause this behavior. Ram started talking.

"You haven't done anything wrong," she said with a sigh. He focused his attention on Ram but glanced at me every so often. "You've been coming here for a well about a month and a half, and you never stay and talk with anyone, you bolt, no one here knows your name, fake or real." She took a deep breath, "I'm worried. Usually when someone comes they stay and talk to some of the others, or ask me questions, want private counseling, something. I don't know what kind of help you need," she looks right into his blue eyes, pinning him with her stare, "but whatever's bothering you is getting worse. Our job is to help, don't be scared of asking. And you don't have to say anything, just think about what I said, we'll be here for you anytime you need to talk. Okay?"

Ram says.

He nods, tears shining in his eyes. He stands up, and walks to the outer door, he pauses, and says in his quite soft spoken voice, "my names Quatre." The door rolls open then shut and he's gone.

Duo Misfit