"What's your name?" the nurse tried again, watching the boy on the bed with narrowed eyes. He had stubbornly refused to tell them anything and since the girl who had come in with him had run, they had nothing but his first name "Lucas – It was Lucas, wasn't it? We can't help you if you don't tell us who you are."

Lucas turned his head away from her, grimacing at the bandages that were tugging on his skin. They had started itching shortly after he woke up and had started stinging badly "No one can help me," he muttered.

"Sweetie, we need to inform your family. I'm sure they're worried about you," the nurse told him gently, sitting down on the end of the bed.

"There's no one to worry about me," Lucas said, his voice flat as the screams echoed through his mind. His breathing picked up as he started smelling the fire, feeling its heat licking at his skin.

The nurse reached out for him before pulling back at the last second "I need you to slow your breathing, can you do that?" she asked, keeping an eye on the monitor at the side of the bed. They had kept him monitored just to see whether there would be any late complications from smoke inhalation or the burns "Follow my instructions. Breath in and hold. Good, just like that. You're doing so well. Now, exhale, two, three. Inhale…"

"Sorry," Lucas mumbled when he finally felt like he could breathe again.

"Don't think about it, dear," the nurse waved off before she sighed, looking down at him "I really do need your last name though. Or a name of a person I could call."

Lucas shook his head, fearing what she would do if he told her the truth. He didn't want to be put somewhere else – somewhere where people would just treat him like a sad little orphan whose family was burned to death "There's no one."

The nurse watched him for a moment before she nodded "Alright," she sighed. She hadn't wanted to involve the authorities when the girl disappeared but since Lucas insisted on being stubborn, he left her no other choice "I'm going to call social services. They will decide what happens to you, dear."

"Yeah," he whispered, running his hands over the white blanket. He peaked out from underneath his bangs, waiting for the woman to leave the room. His body still hurt but that didn't matter. He had to get out of here and find Cora. Maybe she found a place for them to stay or at least somewhere where they could be safe.

As it turned out, Cora had found a place to stay with the local pack but he wasn't welcome. Whether it was because he was a human or whether he had magic, he didn't know. They told him and Cora that it was too dangerous for him to stay because the hunters were still looking for members of the Hale pack who had escaped the fire.

"Are you hungry?" Blaine asked, studying the dirty young boy intently. He had seen him around a couple of times but had never gotten the chance to get close before he disappeared.

Lucas nodded warily. He had been living on the streets for months now and it was only thanks to Cora smuggling him food that he got to eat anything at all. He hated the idea of stealing anything and after he had thrown up the last times he had taken something from the dumpsters, he preferred to wait for his cousin to come to him.

Blaine bit his lip and looked over his shoulder "Wait here. I'll get you something, alright? I promise that I'll be right back." With that, he hurried off.

Lucas watched him go for a moment before he retreated into a dark corner of the alley. He didn't trust the man not to bring back the cops. After all, who would go out of their way to give a street kid food? No one had made time for that. Not even when he had begged them for some in the beginning. He had never stayed in one place for too long, moving around the city as much as he could while keeping out of the police's way.

Blaine wasn't sure whether he was doing the right thing but he understood being hungry. He might not be a good person – at least he wouldn't describe himself as a good person – but he knew what it felt like being in the boy's shoes. While he didn't know his story, he didn't need to. It was his to share but Blaine at least wanted to give him something. He walked through the store quickly, grabbing a couple of things that were easy on the stomach and a few things that he was sure the boy would like.

"Hey," Blaine called, looking around the alley. He had been gone for all of fifteen minutes and now the boy seemed to be gone. A part of him cursed himself for leaving at all but then something moved in the shadows and the boy appeared "There you are. I thought you left."

"You didn't call the cops?" Lucas asked, his voice raspy from lack of use.

Blaine shook his head "It's obvious you don't want that," he shrugged "I'm not here to hurt you. I just… wanted to do something to help." He held out the bag, his shoulders slumping in relief when the boy grabbed it before retreating into the shadows. Not for enough for Blaine to not see him though "I'm Blaine, by the way."

Lucas looked up from the bag "Call me Lucky. Even if the name doesn't seem to fit anymore," he mumbled, stuffing a sandwich into his mouth, swallowing before he could chew it right.

"Careful," Blaine grinned when it looked like the boy was going to choke himself on the food "There's more in there."

"Why are you helping me? Most adults won't."

Blaine leaned against the wall, not caring if his jacket got dirty "Because I've been where you are, kid. Life is shit but if you let it bring you down? Then you lost. I may not be the best person out there or the most reliable but… This is something I can do to help."

Lucas chewed thoughtfully, having slowed down "But why? You don't know me."

"You're a kid," Blaine pointed out "Obviously something happened for you to be out here. I don't know your story but you're too young to be left alone without any help."

"My family was murdered," Lucas spoke up quietly "Everyone but my cousin. I – I was hurt in the attack and ran when the hospital was about to contact child services. I don't want to give the people who hurt my family the chance to find me. I'm scared they'll come to finish their job. I just… Being out here is better than being hurt."

Blaine watched the boy in concern "Where is your cousin?"

"Safe," he said, picking at the plastic bag "They didn't want me around though. Having one of us with them is already asking for trouble. Both of us… The chances of being found out were too high for them."

"I'm sorry," Blaine murmured. What did you even say to that? Lucky was twelve at the most, probably younger and he already lost so many people… He was scared for his life and that's why he was living on the streets.

Lucas sighed "It's done," he said before he hissed in pain as his side flared up.

"Are you hurt?" Blaine asked, making to move forward.

He froze when Lucas scrambled away from him "I'm fine," the boy insisted "I – It's nothing." He tightened his grip on the bag before he held the rest of it out for Blaine to take back "I should go… Thank you for the food."

Blaine shook his head "It's yours. I hope it helps a little."

Lucas looked up at him before he smiled a little "Thanks."

Hey guys. This is going to be part of my Christmas present to you guys. I did my best to write for as many Fics as possible for Christmas but the rest didn't work yet. For the Fics that haven't been updated in this wave, I'll try to get an update out till March (I have exams in February, so I should be able to get stuff done until March).

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