AN 1: Hey! Sorry for the delay. This is a 2-shot story featuring Jesus!

"Dude. Weigh-in is in a week. What are you doing?"

Jesus glared at his wrestling teammate as he finished off his second sandwich at lunch. "Relax." He answered before reaching into his backpack and pulling out a bag of potato chips. "I'll be at my weight class by the time we have to check in."

Jesus thought back to 3 days prior when his teammate Asa warned him about sticking to his weight class. He fisted his fingers and pounded the bathroom wall in frustration. He needed to lose almost 10 pounds to get back down into his weight group.

4 days to lose 10 pounds? He thought to himself. No problem.

"Jesus! Come on! Shake a leg!" Stef yelled up the stairs to her son. "Mama has to leave early today. She's waiting in the car for you!"

"I'm coming! Gosh! Chill!" Jesus grumbled as he grabbed his backpack and huffed down the stairs.

Stef raised an eyebrow at her middle son. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry." He quickly replied in response to his attitude.

"Yeah, yeah." Stef scoffed at the boy and held out a protein bar and a piece of fruit. "Here. Eat this on the way." She instructed. She had grabbed an easy and quick breakfast for her son when she realized he was going to be running too late to sit down and eat anything.

"Thanks, mom." Jesus replied, taking the food and rushing past her out the front door.

"Love you too." Stef said as she heard the door slam shut.

"What is wrong with you?" Mariana asked as the kids got out of the car and began to walk towards their building.

"I have meetings after school, so please wait for mom to pick you guys up today, alright?" Lena asked as she quickly checked her bag once more to be sure that she remembered everything.

The woman heard a chorus of 'yes' and ok mom' and nodded her head, indicating they should make their way into the building.

Momentarily forgetting Mariana's question, Jesus continued to walk.

"Jesus!" Mariana called after her brother again and gave him a look of confusion.

"What, Mariana?" The teen asked, clearly frustrated with his sister.

"What is going on with you?" She asked once more, cocking her head as if she could understand him by looking at him in the eyes.

"Nothing?" Jesus responded, trying to shrug off the blatant lie that he just told. In reality, he hadn't eaten anything for over 24 hours and was currently feeling slightly light-headed as a result. Knowing his moms were very observant, it wasn't easy for him to skip dinner, especially on a school night, but he managed to 'have dinner' at a friend's house in order to skip out on the meal the previous night.

"Come on, Jesus. I know-" Mariana began before Jesus whipped around and glared down at the girl. "Look Mariana I'm fine! Just leave it the hell alone! Do you have to be in everyone's freaking business all the time?" He could see the hurt in her eyes as soon as the words left his mouth, but at the moment, he didn't care. He spun back around and stomped off in the direction of his first class, leaving a very stunned Mariana.

The day dragged on for Jesus. Even walking felt 10 times harder.

Finally, he made it to the end of the day. Once the last bell rang, he pulled himself up and out of his chair and slowly made his way to wrestling practice.

"Foster!"

Jesus spun around to see Asa running to catch up with him. He forced his head up in order to nod at his teammate and continued walking once he caught up.

"Dude. You look like hell. What's wrong?"

Jesus rolled his eyes. "Nothing. Just tired." He tried to shrug off the dizzy feeling and present himself in a normal manner. If Asa thought something was off, he wasn't going to make it past his moms or sister without them asking. Damn it! He thought to himself as he walked into the locker room and trying to concentrate on thinking of a way to cover for his odd behavior when he got home.

"Dude hurry up."

Asa's grumbling voice pulled Jesus out of his thoughts and he realized that he was the last one in the locker room, still not changed from his school clothes.

"Sorry." Jesus mumbled as he threw open his locker and deposited his belongings into it.

Asa gave him a look of confusion before turning to leave. "Whatever, Foster."

Yeah. Whatever.

"Jesus?" "Jesus!?" "Jesus honey can you hear me?"

Mom?

Jesus tried to open his eyes, but it felt like the lids were cemented shut. His head throbbed and his mouth felt dry.

"Jesus can you open your eyes?"

I'm trying! He thought as he used every bit of strength he could find to crack open his eyes. His brow furrowed as he saw both of his moms looking down at him, their eyes flooding with concern.

"Mom?" He croaked out while trying to sit up from the lying position he had somehow ended up in.

"No baby. Stay lying down." Stef said as she gently pushed his shoulder back towards the ground and Lena put her hand under his head to guide it back.

Jesus looked around and noted that he was in the gym where he usually had wrestling practice, but the only people who were there with him were his moms and his coach. He tried to clear his throat so he could talk, but it felt too dry.

As if she read his mind, Stef reached behind her and pulled out his water bottle from his gym bag and cocked her head towards her son. "Take some sips." She instructed. Jesus didn't even try and stop her from holding the bottle up to his mouth, he was just happy to have the water.

Once he was able to take a few sips, he felt his throat clear significantly.

"Jesus look at me." Stef said, putting the water down and giving him a look of concern and fierce love. Once the boy's eyes met his mother's, she smiled before continuing. "Do you remember what happened?"

Jesus thought back to the last thing he remembered. He had ran out of the locker room minutes after Asa had left and made it to the mats shortly after. He remembered being extremely dizzy, but shaking it off to focus on his coach, who was giving them instructions on the drills they would be running that day. He remembered being paired with one of the older guys, Tyler, but from there it was fuzzy.

"Uhh." Jesus began, finding his voice. "I remember being paired up with Tyler, but honestly I don't remember anything after that. What happened?" He asked, suddenly aware of the severity of the event.

"You blacked out, sweetie." Lena said, still holding her son's head in her lap.

"What?" Jesus wondered how Stef had gotten there too.

"Mom was here picking up your siblings when someone came and told me you had blacked out. Brandon took everyone home so we could stay with you." Lena explained.

The sound of a loud grumble triggered Jesus' memory of the events leading up to that day. The weight class. Not eating. Dizzy feelings. It all began to make sense.

"Did you not have time for a snack after school?" Lena asked with confusion. She knew that Jesus always packed an extra snack when he had wrestling practice right after school.

Jesus thought quickly in order to avoid being questioned. "Yeah. I guess I just wasn't really feeling well."

Stef raised her eyebrow in confusion. "Did you eat the breakfast I gave you this morning?"

"Uhh yeah. Thanks by the way." Jesus said, his head still pounding as he lied.

Stef gave her son an unconvinced look, but before she could say anything in response, the wrestling coach walked over to the family.

"Would you still like me to call an ambulance?" He asked.

Lena looked at Stef and they had a conversation with their eyes. Lena had told the coach to hold off on calling right away so she could assess the situation.

Lena looked down at her son and brushed her hand over his head. "Honey, how do you feel?"

Jesus knew he needed to think fast in order to convince his moms that they didn't need to worry about him. "Oh yeah. I think I was just dehydrated." He said. "I can sit up." He said more confident than he felt and forced himself up.

"Slow! Slow, Jesus!" Stef warned as she held her hands out in case her son fell.

The boy stood up but immediately felt himself swaying. "Jesus!" Stef grabbed her son's arm.

After a moment, Jesus was more composed. "I'm fine. Just need to rehydrate." he explained quickly, scanning the gym for his bag.

Lena gave Stef a concerned look. She knew that Stef had dealt with more injury-type incidents and would probably know what to do better than herself.

Stef bit her lip as her son grabbed his bag and took another drink from his water bottle. She knew it was probably nothing serious to worry about, but there was a feeling in her gut that made her question brushing this off.

"Ok, love. We'll take you home, get you some dinner and see how you are doing later today." Stef decided, hoping to buy herself some time to figure out if something more was going on.

Jesus nodded as he bounced his foot. "Ok. Can we go?" He asked.

Stef looked at Lena who indicated with her head that she should take him. "I've got some work to finish up here." She explained.

"Ok." Stef responded as she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. "I'm gonna text B to come pick us up." She explained as the three followed an already antsy Jesus out of the gym.

"Thanks, Coach Matthews." Lena said before they got to the door. She smiled and waved before closing the gym door behind her.

"I shouldn't be long." Lena stated as they walked towards the doors leading out of the school.

"Ok, love. Want me to start dinner?" Stef asked as she slipped her hand into the other woman's.

"I'd rather not come home to a burnt down house" She began with a smile. Stef poked her in the side, causing Lena to giggle. "But yes thank you that would be helpful." She concluded with a smile.

"One time! I screw up dinner one time and I never live it down!" Stef feigned hurt as she dramatically grabbed at her heart.

"It's ok. You make it up to me in the bedroom." Lena said quietly and gave Stef a quick kiss on the cheek.

Stef smiled and turned to face her love. She pulled Lena into her arms and looked deep into her eyes. She couldn't get enough of this woman. Both moms turned their attention towards the sound of a door shutting and saw Jesus continuing to walk outside without even realizing his moms had stopped.

"Keep an eye on him." Lena said, concern filling her tone.

"I was thinking the same thing. Something's off." Stef replied before turning back to her wife. "I will see you in a bit." Stef said before kissing Lena gently on the lips and squeezing her waist softly. "Love you."

"Love you too." Lena responded and watched as her wife walked out to catch up to her son.

Brandon arrived only minutes after Stef joined her son outside. Before she had a chance to open her mouth to ask him what was going on, Brandon pulled up to the curb and unlocked the doors. Jesus had quickly gotten into the back seat and shut the door behind him, leaving Stef to sigh in defeat and get into the passenger's side of the car.

The ride home was quiet except for the soft music of the radio. Each family member was in their own thoughts as Brandon drove the short trip back home.

Finally, Brandon broke the silence. "I need to stop by the music store after I drop you off."

"That's fine, baby." Stef responded, only half-listening to her oldest son. Her thoughts were on her younger son.

Finally, they turned into their neighborhood. "Thanks, B." Stef said as soon as they pulled into the driveway. Before the older boy had time to turn off the car completely, Jesus had opened his door and stumbled slightly out.

"What's wrong with him?" Brandon asked, crinkling his forehead at his brother's strange actions.

"Not sure." Stef said with a concentrated look on her face.

"You're gonna find out." Brandon stated with a knowing look.

"You bet your ass." Stef said quickly, briefly forgetting to not curse as she got out of the car and followed her son, who had by then made it into the house.

Before Stef could make her way up to her son's room, where figured he had run off to, she was stopped by Callie with a comforting arm around her sister. "What's wrong, my love?" Stef asked, praying that is was something manageable; she already had one kid who was off today.

"Nothing. It's stupid. He's stupid." She replied, angrily wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Oh great. Boy trouble. Stef thought to herself. "Something happen with you and Mat?" Stef asked, trying to give her daughter her full attention.

"No." She said quietly and tried to end the conversation there by leaving.

Stef, however, reached her arm out to stop her daughter. "Mari?" She asked, frowning when she could see the hurt on her daughter's face. "What happened, my love?" She asked, cupping her daughter's face and lifting it up.

The teen sniffled and pulled her face away from her mom. "I told you it's nothing." She insisted and continued to walk towards the stairs. "I have a lot of homework." She concluded and this time Stef allowed her to walk up the stairs, not missing the chocked sob as she disappeared up the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Stef asked Callie, who was still in the room.

"I dono really. Jesus came in and Mariana had been freaking out about him so she ran up to him and he kinda shoved her away." Stef waited for Callie to finish before responding. "And when Mariana asked him if he was alright, Jesus yelled at her."

Callie stopped, not wanting to tell Stef what the boy had said, but Stef needed to know the whole story. "What did he say?" Stef asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Uhh." Callie fidgeted around a little as she lowered her voice. "He basically told her to quit being annoying and that she didn't understand and to leave him alone and that he hated her. Erm and some other words." Callie said, embarrassed.

Stef nodded her head as she looked up towards the stairs. "Thank you, sweets. Why don't you and Jude start on your homework." Stef suggested as she gave the teen a side hug and started for the stairs.

"Ok." The girl responded as she went to pick up her backpack and join Jude in the kitchen, who had stayed out of the way when Jesus started yelling.

Stef hadn't even made it to the steps when she heard a thump from upstairs, followed shortly by Mariana's worry-filled voice. "Mom!"

The blonde took the stairs two at a time and made it to the top in a matter of seconds. She saw that both twins' doors were open, but followed the crying sounds of her daughter to her sons' room.

"What happened?!" Stef exclaimed as she entered the room. Jesus was on the ground in an unconscious state, and Mariana was trying to hold as much of her brother in her arms as possible.

"Jesus!" She gasped as she rushed over to her son and fell to her knees. "Mari, what happened?" Stef asked as she looked over her son's body for any sign of physical injury. She checked for and was relieved when she found a heartbeat and signs of breathing.

Mariana's sobs made her words inaudible as she tried to talk.

"Mariana! Baby I need you to take a deep breath and tell me what happened." Stef said, her voice urging on panic.

The young girl tried her best to stop the flow of tears and slow her breathing, but she was scared.

"Baby. Look at me. Look at mommy." Stef said as she cradled her son's head in her lap and cupped her daughter's chin with her other hand. Finally, Mariana's brown eyes met her mother's blue ones. "Breathe. In and out. Good girl." She praised. "Good job baby girl. Now tell me what happened." She instructed once more.

However, before she could speak, Jesus began to gain consciousness.

"Jesus?" Stef whispered to her son as she brushed sweaty hair from his forehead. "You're ok. I'm right here." She cooed as her son began to familiarize himself with his surroundings.

"What?" Jesus tried to croak but his throat was dry. He tried to clear his throat, but began coughing.

"Mariana. Go get some water, please." She said out loud without looking away from her son. When she didn't feel the girl leave her side, she tore her eyes away from the boy and towards her daughter who was fighting back tears once more.

Sighing in frustration, Stef cleared her throat before loudly yelling "Callie! Could you come up here please?"

Moments later, Stef could hear footsteps on the stairs and she told the girl where she was.

"Can you call Lena and tell her she needs to come home?" She asked. "And could you also please bring up some water?"

Callie nodded her head as she pulled out her cell phone from her back pocket and headed downstairs to get water.

"Thank you, Callie."

Stef returned her attention to her twins. "Ok. Jesus, Mama is coming home and we're gonna take you to the hospital to-" Stef was interrupted by the look of fear on her son's face.

He shook his head and tried to sit up and protest.

"This is the second time in an hour that you have passed out! This isn't normal, Jesus!" Her voice cracked as she realized how bad this could actually be.

Mariana's sobs pulled her out of the scenarios flooding her head. "Mari, my love. I need you to breathe. Jesus is gonna be ok but I need you to tell me what happened." She said in a more stern voice, though she made sure to keep it full of love.

This time, Mariana inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath. "I went to talk to Jesus after downstairs and when I opened his door, he was jogging in place and doing squats and I dono working out a lot." She sniffled before going on. "Then all of a sudden, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. I don't know what happened! I don't know why! Jesus please you have to be ok!" Mariana's tears started up again and Stef held her with her free arm.

"Umm" Callie's voice came from the doorway where she stood with three cups of water.

"Oh, thank you, love." Stef said quickly.

Callie placed the waters on the ground by Mariana and bit her nail. "Lena said she is on her way right now. She should be here in less than 10 minutes." Callie informed her foster mother.

"Thank you so much." Stef said as she released her daughter long enough to grab one of the waters and use both hands to help her son sit up slightly and drink. As she took the water away from her son's lips so he could breathe, she looked over her shoulder at her daughter. "Mariana. Drink some water." She instructed before turning back to her son.

Stef was relieved when she heard the girl slowly drink the water.

"Thank you, my love." Stef praised.

It took Jesus slightly longer, but he finally finished all of his water and some of Stef's water. As he gulped down the cool liquid, he gasped for air, as if drinking water was taking all of the energy out of him.

"Ok, Jesus. I need you to tell me what is going on." She said in a firm voice. She wasn't going to take anymore half-assed answers; this was really beginning to scare her. "Jesus!" She added when her son didn't say anything.

When he still didn't answer, she grew frustrated. "You know I'm gonna find out one way or another!" She wanted him to realize that he couldn't hide whatever was going on.

"Mariana leave." Jesus finally muttered.

"What? No way!" The girl shot back.

"Mariana, love go to your room with Callie for just a little bit." Stef said gently, but with authority. She knew her daughter's feelings were already hurt and the last thing she wanted was to leave her twin, but if it was going to help Jesus talk, she knew it needed to happen.

"No, mom! I'm not leaving him!" Mariana argued, her shaking voice lessening the assertiveness of her voice.

"Mariana! I'm not gonna tell you again!" Stef said in a frustrated tone. "Please baby." She added, with a softer tone, knowing this was just as hard on her daughter.

"Mama's gonna be home soon. We can wait for her at the door and you can bring her back up when she gets here." Stef tried another approach.

Choking back a sob, the teenager stood up. "Fine. Whatever. I don't even care." She muttered as she left the room, Callie following her.

Stef sighed in relief and sadness.

She turned to give her full attention to her son and gave him a look of no-nonsense. "Ok. Talk." She commanded.

Jesus inhaled deeply, he was glad that he had time to think up a convincing explanation to explain everything while keeping him out of the emergency room. "I haven't been feeling well but I didn't want to miss practice because there's a really big meet coming up and I can't miss that!" He tried his best to convince his mother.

Stef looked at him with question in her eyes. "When did you start feeling sick?" She asked as she put her hand over his forehead to check for a fever.

"Uhh like this morning." He explained. "So that's why I wasn't really hungry and got light headed at practice." He concluded, the lie coming together in his head as he spoke it out loud.

Stef still had a feeling in her gut that it was something more. "When Mama gets home, the three of us are going to talk." She explained.

"What? Why? I'm just sick! We don't have to talk about it!" Jesus said, pushing himself to sit up.

Just then, Stef felt her hand brush up against something plastic-like. "What is this?" She asked as she looked down. Before Jesus could pull his ridden shirt back down, Stef realized what her son was doing. "Jesus Adams Foster are you bagging?"

AN 2: There will be a part 2. Also, for those of you who don't know, bagging is when someone puts a garbage bag on his or her body under clothes. It is a way to lose a lot of weight in a short amount of time, but it is very dangerous.