The early morning sun was something that Lincoln usually associated with the start of a new day. However, for the first time he could remember, it did not fill him with the sense of calmness it normally did.

Now it signalled the start of his new life with his mother's fiancee and his daughters, his new step sisters.

He had been awake for a while now - having woke much earlier then usual - ,simply starting up at the ceiling of the linen closet, it didn't feel like a room to him. He wasn't sure if it ever would, he felt more like a guest then anything else. Perhaps he just needed time to settle? Or just accept that This was truly happening.

When he first woke up he figured it was all a dream, until he realised that he wasn't in his room in his old house. Then the memories of the previous night had come back to him, specifically dinner time, how each of them had sat in an awkward silence and didn't speak unless spoken to. How he had avoided eye contact as much as possible and didn't say a word, if it wasn't for his mother's silent reassurance all throughout the meal then he might have been sick from nerves alone.

That would have been one great first impression.

Despite everyone talking throughout the meal he hadn't learned much, oh sure, he learned that the baby's name was Lily, the girl in purple was called Luna and that the twins were called Lana and Lola. Although he couldn't remember which had which name, he would have to hope that he got their names right when and/or if he spoke to them.

As for the rest, their names were mulling around in his mind or he had forgotten them completely. It was hard to learn and memorize eleven names in one night, let alone match them to faces. With nothing better to do he simply laid there, all of his possessions were in the car and he had nothing to do until after he got time to unpack and get sorted.

Luckily he had a little respite today, despite being Thursday, he actually didn't have school. He was glad about that, even though he would be going to school come Monday but at least he had time to unpack and get organised. Hopefully he would be used to this house but he time he got back to school.

A new school too. Hazeltucky was now too far away for him to attend their elementary school, so he would never have to see it again... Hopefully. Despite knowing some people back in Hazeltucky, he felt no guilt in having not told anyone about leaving.

This way they would never know where he went and in their eyes he would simply disappear from their world and Lincoln didn't quite care whether they cared about that or not.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, dragging him out from the depths of his mind. In an instant his thoughts of his old school quickly faded and a small hint of worry entered his stomach. Was it one of the girls? Probably, given how loud it was for such a simple thing. That was another thing he had learned, these girls were loud, in just about everything they did. It was even their last name... He couldn't make It up if he tried.

From where he was he could hear footsteps walk down the hall in a brisk manner, whoever it was must have needed to use the bathroom. No sooner did he think that did he hear another door shut, along with the faintest noise of a click.

He didn't think much of it, wasn't like he needed to go out there himself. A minute later he heard another door open, followed by quick rapid footsteps before they seemed to halt suddenly. Even from where he was he could hear the fast paced knocks as someone desperately tried to get inside, no doubt they too needed to use the bathroom.

He simply laid there for a few minutes, occasionally he would hear a door open and muffled chatter through his door. Were all the girls awake now? He bit his lip as he realised that any one of them could barge into his room, reaching for the top end of his bed he pulled his brown wool hat off of the bed frame itself before carefully putting it over his snow white hair, being sure to tuck in any strands that were hanging out.

He seemed to do this at the right time, as at this moment his bladder decided it needed to be emptied right then and there. Ripping his cover off of him, he quickly tried to make for the door, stopping just as his hand touched the handle. How many of the girls were out there right now? Looking down at himself he confirmed that he was in his orange PJ's and not in his underwear, both of which were equally used for his sleep attire.

Slowly he pried open his door, the noise of voices, running water and what sounded like sports equipment assaulted his ears immediately. Yep, they certainly lived up to their family name alright. How did the neighbourhood stand such noise? Trying to block it out he looked down the hall, seeing several of his soon to be step-sisters lined up outside the bathroom. That was when he remembered that they only had one bathroom, meaning they only had one toilet to share.

He knew that he would have to wait the line out in order to get a chance to use the bathroom but had a feeling that if he didn't get in line then he would have to wait longer. Deciding it wasn't worth the risk of waiting even longer then he would already have to, he slowly opened the door. If the door made any noise he didn't hear it as the rest of the noise throughout the house blocked it out.

Slowly he stepped up to the line before placing himself behind the person at the back, Luna. He looked around the rest of the hallway as he waited, his fingers nervously intertwined with one another as he tried to not look at the girls. He hoped that all of the girls were far too preoccupied with needing to use the bathroom, enough so that they wouldn't talk to him. He wasn't even sure what he would say if they did talk to him, he hasn't even spoken a single word since moving in.

After a minute of waiting someone exited the bathroom, allowing the next person in line to enter and each person outside to get that little bit closer to the room. He understood why they had a ten minute rule to the bathroom now, if each person used all ten minutes - not including the baby, Lily - then it would take one hour and forty minutes for everyone to have used the bathroom. For those at the back, it was torture.

Feeling that he had eyes on the back of his head he slowly peered behind him, one of the twins - who's hair was in pigtails - was stood behind him, she didn't seem preoccupied and she didn't look like she needed to use the bathroom. However, he paid that little mind as he turned back around to avoid her gaze.

The line shortened again, this time the speckled girl walked past with a look of utter indifference on her face, as he stepped forwards he overestimated how much space there was between him and Luna and ended up bumping into her slightly.

He pulled back suddenly, turning his body away slightly from her, his arms came up instinctively to cover his chest as he let out a meek "Sorry."

The girl in purple looked back at him and he swore he was about to get a verbal lashing before she smiled nicely at him. " Its cool dude, just watch where you step. "

He nodded, slowly trying to relax his boy again, he could feel his cheeks go a scarlet red in embarrassment. Although she may not have ment her words to be a warning the phrase 'watch where you step' was one that was regarded as the biggest threats back in Hazeltucky, cause if you didn't do so it was likely that you would walk right into an area a specific group of students had claimed as 'theirs'.

This subtle - but unintended - threat was enough to clamp his mouth shut and to keep his eyes on his feet so he wouldn't accidentally cause another mishap.

Slowly but surely the line decreased one person at a time, each of them hurrying to get downstairs. Possibly so they could get some breakfast. As he was waiting for Luna to finish up he was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he tried so hard to not wet himself right then and there, he was lucky that everyone else was being as fast as physically possible as well, otherwise he may have soiled himself whilst waiting.

Wouldn't that have been great? Yea, what a way to introduce yourself.

When Luna did come out of the bathroom, he waited all of two seconds for her to move before he quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. For a moment he fiddled around with the lock, trying to figure out how it worked, eventually he managed to get the door locked.

He took a moment to empty his bladder, flushing the toilet he moved over to the sink. As he slowly washed his hands on the lukewarm water he took a good look at himself. From his wool hat covering the top of his head, the few freckles that covered his cheeks and his chipped front tooth... He was surprised that no-one had laughed at him already about the way he looked, perhaps they were just being nice for now.

Subconsciously his tongue ran over his tooth and he visibly cringed at the memory before he shoved it away. Finishing up by drying his hands he turned and left the bathroom, the twin - Lola or Lana he couldn't tell - quietly walked in after him, although all she did was wash her hands before turning around and leaving the bathroom just as he got to the stairs.

Despite being given a very brief tour of the house, Lincoln had very little clue as to how to maneuver around the house. So naturally he just moved towards the noise, he had no clue as what was in store for him, he just hoped his mother would be there too.

He stood at the threshold of the dining room, watching as each of his soon-to-be step-sisters were all around the table, eating breakfast, chatting or being engrossed on their phone. Two of the girls caught his attention a little more then the rest, the jock in the red jacket and the girl with sunglasses, both were half crouched down with there hands on their knees as they tried to observe something.

A quick glance between them showed that it was his dog Charles they were so interested in, the poor dog was trying hard to squash himself in the corner. If there was one thing he and Charles shared, it was fear of new people. Being crowded by two new people in a corner was not good for him and they didn't seem to realise what they were doing to him.

Slowly he walked closer before stopping several steps behind them. Despite the noise from everyone else, he could still hear the two of them talk.

"Do you think he knows tricks?" The taller blonde girl asked, slowly trying to - and hesitating to - reach out to the dog, as if she could calm his discomfort.

"Dunno, he doesn't look very... Fit." It was the tone of her voice that irked him a little , she sounded... Displeased about Charles' physical aptitude.

Sure he wasn't the most active dog but the pitbull terrier had bounds of stored up energy, sometimes he would spend hours playing with him in the garden, trying so very hard to get the dog worn out. Other days he would simply be worn out for the entire day.

Without thinking about it, Lincoln leaned forwards, patting his thighs as he did so. "Come here Charles."

If there was one thing that dragged the dog out of his fearful state, it was the sight of his master/ owner. With a yap of happiness the small canine quickly bolted past the two girls before quickly getting in front of the boy, raising his front paws, Charles leaned on Lincoln's legs as he tried to lick away at his face. Being partially successful due to the way he was leaning down, the boy couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the feeling of his tongue running over his cheek.

He could tell that he had missed him, he even seemed more energetic then usual, perhaps due to being locked in a cage for hours yesterday. He would need an extra long exercise session to get him worn out for tonight, otherwise he would bark through most of the night. Running his hands through Charles' fur, Lincoln couldn't help but feel a little relaxed at having his friend with him.

"Alright dog boy." The eldest girls voice broke through to him and his calmed demeanor quickly faded, noticing the sudden change in his attitude, Charles whined feebly, one paw trying to pat his chest in an attempt to cheer him up. "Your breakfast is getting cold, eat it before someone else does."

The boy nodded feebly, eyes scanning over the table in an attempt to figure out where he was supposed to sit, if anywhere at all. Lori cleared her throat in an annoyed manner before pointing to one of the empty chairs with the fork she was holding. Feeling his face heat up from embarrassment he quietly sat down without looking at anyone, the plate contained several strips of bacon, a fried egg and two slices of buttered toast.

Quietly he began to munch away Slowly, not exactly hungry... Or perhaps that was his nerves again, he could never quiet tell. The girls continued to chat amongst themselves and he didn't try to get involved or meet anyone's eyes.

He only looked up when he saw his mother - and Lynn - walk into the room. His mother looked a little tired but was dressed and ready for the day, Lynn himself was similar but looked slightly more awake.

"Morning girls... Morning Lincoln." He ducked his head when He got personally addressed, it must have been because he was so used to greeting the girls every morning that he did so out of reflex as opposed to any actual thought.

"Morning dad."

" Sup Pop's. "

Other such greetings flew around the room, his mother slowly poured herself a mug of coffee from the pot before giving it a slow sip. Moving out of the way for her fiancee, she sat down next to him, letting the caffeine try to wake her up some more.

Feeling a hand rest on his shoulder, his free hand moved to grasp at the fingers while his other hand kept hold of his toast so he could eat at the same time. Her didn't need to look to know it was his mother, she just had that soft tenderness that he suspected all mother's possessed.

"Alright, everyone ready for school?"

Each of the girls let out a 'yep', 'yes' or other affirmative towards their fathers question. He didn't pay much mind towards it as he wasn't going to school today.

"Lincoln's not ready daddy." He flinched slightly as the girl - the twin in the pink dress - brought this to everyone's attention. Causing multiple heads to turn to him, Lori herself studied him for a moment before she went to say something but was quickly interrupted by his own mother.

"Oh no, Lincoln hasn't got school."

In an instant the girls quickly voiced their displeasure. The noise causing Lincoln to flinch and begin to curl in on himself, if it wasn't for his mother's gentle reassurance he may have tried to leave the room.

"That's not fair! "

"Why doesn't he have to go? "

"If he's staying in staying too!"

There girls squabbling quickly came to an end when their father let out a very loud whistle. Holding a mug of coffee in one hand and placing his hand on his hip while giving off a stern look he addressed his daughters.

"The only reason he isn't going to school - yet - is because he doesn't start until next monday, on top of which this Saturday he and Rita will be going over to the elementary school in order to meet some teachers and get a tour of the building. " The man made sure to put a lot of emphasis on 'yet' to make sure that word got through to them quickly.

"Besides, both Lincoln and Rita need time to unpack and it wouldn't be fair to overload them just after they got here... Would it girls? "

Quietly each of the girls mumbled for themselves, no one quite heard what they said but it was easy to guess.

"Your father's right girls, truthfully even I don't start work until Monday and you have to understand that this is a big change for me and Lincoln. So we need time to get used to said changes ok?"

There was less of a response but some of the girls nodded towards her but the majority of the girls was silent, it was quite easy to see that there was quite a bit of awkwardness between them and Rita. It would no doubt take a long time until everyone was comfortable with the two of them living with them, until then all of them would have to bear through the awkwardness.

"Whatever, I literally don't care. " Lori downed the last of her water before swiping the keys off the center of the table. "Finish up and get to the van, you miss it, you walk. Understood?"

Multiple girls let out small complaints or disgruntled noises but none dared argue with their eldest sister, especially since she was the only one who could get them to school with the van. Their father would be dropped off at work before they could get to school, so he was a little unreliable in that regard.

Within minutes each of the girls finished up and left the kitchen, grabbed their school supplies and made for the family wagon with haste. Lynn himself leaned down and gave Rita a quick kiss on the cheek before picking up his infant daughter and bringing him alone with him for work.

"See you sweetie, have fun."

" Will do... Darling. "

Ugh, ok. Lincoln could handle his mother being in love but he really didn't want to be present when they started to get all mushy with one another. When he finally left and it was just him and his mother, Lincoln let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding, drawing his mother's attention to him.

Sliding her chair over slightly she wrapped Lincoln in a one armed side hug.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?"

He leaned into her embrace without much thought, leaving his breakfast where it was.

"I know it's not easy being around New people for you, but I'm proud of you for giving them a chance and trying to get close to them."

While none of the girls seemed to have noticed it, him simply being near them was his attempt to get to know them. He wasn't good at interacting with people and often relied on others to start conversations with him first before he would start to talk. Of course, when he was comfortable with someone, there was a high chance that he wouldn't shut up If he started talking.

"Eat your breakfast while I get our stuff from the car."

Kissing his temple she stood up before leaving the room. Lincoln himself began to eat his - slightly cold - breakfast, just as he was about to finish he heard Charles whine next to him. It was quite possible that in the morning rush that no-one had managed to feed him... Or he was being greedy, again.

Feeling sympathy towards the dog he threw the last strip of bacon on the floor for him, he watched with mute amusement when Charles began to scarf it down.

He deposited his plate into the sink, being respectful enough to clean up after himself. As much as He wanted have a look around the house whilst the other occupants were away, he knew his mother would get on his case about not packing his stuff away.

So he moved to the front room, where his mother had already left two of his suitcases in the room and was already outside getting more stuff from the car.

Slowly over the course of the next ten minutes both he and his mother had gotten everything in and all of Lincoln's stuff had been placed - slightly haphazardly - around his room. His suitcases were left in his bed, several of his boxes were stacked under the window and he had already placed his case of art supplies under his bed... Out of shear habit of course.

Now he just needed to to figure out how he was going to fit all of his stuff inside his - extremely small - room in an organised manner that didn't take him too much space. Well first he needed to See how much space he had to work with.

He had the two draws on the desk, that would be able to hold his underwear and PJ's, the cupboard next to it actually had a shelf in the middle but would only just hold his jeans in them. That left no space for his shirts or his other hats... He was going to have to make some cutbacks.

Ultimately, by the time he was done, the desk had been decorated with a few of his toys, his personal laptop and several of his 'how to draw' books that he had amassed over time. The pole just above his desk had half a dozen of his shirts hanging off of hangers, the shelf above that held onto a seemingly endless supply of comic books. From ace savvy, ghost hunter, David castle and comix jokes. Several of his boxes had to be neatly placed under his bed so he could keep all of his things in his room and at one point it would be tedious when he wanted something from it, which could be more often then he thought but it would save him the trouble of having it stored away somewhere else.

Several posters now littered his walls, from his ace savvy posters to muscle fish and Sci-fi movie posters. His room was looking as close to his old room as it was going to get... It would never be like his old room though.

At one point his mother had come in to see how he had been doing, suffice to say it was the first time she had seen his new room. While she was displeased with just how small it was, even she had to admit that it wasn't bad for having been a linen closet previously... Didn't mean she liked the idea of her son getting such a confined room when he used to have one as large as the others bedrooms that were in this house.

she apologised to him profoundly about it by he simply waved her off... They both had to make sacrifices in order to be here, his was just having a smaller room.

The snow haired child looked around the room one final time, despite not liking it, he knew it was as good as it was going to get. His eyes landed on his stuffed rabbit Bun-Bun, he could feel his cheeks heat up at the image of one of the girls finding that and mocking him about it to no end.

On the other hand, none of them should enter his room anyway. Just like how he would never enter someone else's room without expressed permission and he always knocks, even when called to enter from halfway across the house. It was only polite, he even expected the same level of politeness from the girls too, it was only right after all.

Deciding he was in need of a short break he left his room and made for the kitchen, along the way he tired to remember which room was who's. He doubted he got it right. Hopefully he would get it right when the time came for it to matter.

When he got down the stairs he noticed that his mother was busy cleaning up the mess she had inadvertently made whilst unpacking. He left her be for now and moved into the kitchen. After rummaging around just about everywhere he finally found the drink glasses, filling it up with water, he took a long drink from it. The cool water doing wonders to hydrate and cool his throat.

His eyes glanced up at the clock, it was five past one. Had he really spent so long sorting out his room? In the end it didn't really matter, it was better to be done early instead of being stuck doing it for weeks on end.

Deciding it would be worthwhile to try to help his mother he made off for the living room, where he had last seen her previously. Somehow in the space of the five minutes he had been in the kitchen his mother had managed to clean away every last bit of mess, place up a few decorative items and was now combing through the last two boxes, one of which seemed to have his name on it.

Moving over he saw what was in the box, inside there was a collection of a few medals and two trophies, he had won these over the years. Some where just booby prizes given out to encourage him to keep him working when he was younger but the medium sized trophies themselves were earned from winning not one but two freestyle drawing competitions that his mother had convinced him to attend. The first was a stale bronze, it signified his third place spot but the other was a vibrant gold colour, from where he had come first in his second contest.

He made a move to take the box away, There was no reason to gloat about it to everyone like they were important.

Before he could get five steps away his mother called out to him.

"Lincoln, what are you doing?"

He turned to her, using his arms to life the box slightly, the sounds of crumpled newspaper followed. "I'm taking this upstairs."

She's regarded him for a moment before her eyes moved off to the side for a moment before they returned to him.

"You sure? You don't want to put it in the trophy case." She pointed over to the side of the room.

"No, I... " wait, a trophy case? He looked over the where his mother and pointed and lo and behold she was telling the truth, standing next to the wall was a large glass door case that held a large variety of trophies.

Walking over to it he got a better look at its contents. There was multiple trophies all neatly placed within the case itself, his eyes scanned over them. There were trophies for winning a rock and roll contest with Luna's name on it, a trophy for best jokes, fashion design, golfing, pageant crowns and even a nobel prize with Lisa's name on it... Which one was Lisa?

He chocked back a gasp when he saw that Lana had trophies for alligator wrestling... Did her father really allow her to do something so dangerous? The twins were just half his age and yet one of them was doing something far beyond what he was capable of. Well both were but he wasn't exactly going to try star in a pageant for little girls.

This seemed a little... Excessive in his eyes, like Lynn was trying to show off his daughters capabilities to the world. As much as he wanted recognition for his hard work, the trophies themselves were enough.

Backing away he slowly pushed towards the stairs calling out towards his mother as he went. "I think I'll keep them upstairs, it doesn't look like there's space in there anyway."

" Alright sweaty, be careful. "

"Will do."

When he got back to his room he spent a long time trying to fit the box under his bed, when he visibly managed to do that he laid down on his bed.

As he laid there he thought about what he had seen in the case, this entire family - which consisted mostly of girls - was so talented that they were able to fill up an entire case with separate trophies from each other and he probably only saw some of them, it was possible they had far more of them around.

... Just what had his mother gotten him into.

A/N: honestly, not even sorry for how long this took.

Got a lot of IRL stuff to deal with right now.G

On a side note, some of you may have noticed the new Thumbnail. The art was created by Crismoster25 on deviant art long ago but was brought to my attention by Windtoy, so thank him for that.

Unfortunately the original image was cut down when it was moved to Fan Fiction so you can only see some of it in the thumbnail. (Nothing I can do about that unfortunately) if you wish to see the original image and the idea that Crismoster25 got to go along with it go to:

crismoster25/art/Lincoln-765865223

Be sure to thank him for letting me use the image