[Disclamer- Again, I do not own the TCM franchise, I only wish I did, Bree and the others are mine, and I have a little contest. I you can find the quote from the move TCM: The Beginning, then I will write a story with your choice of characters/whatever thing character are from/and setting. All of that is up to you, give me a vague idea and it will become a master peice. Thanks for reading, and please review!

WARNING: This Chapter contains minimual amounts of fluffiness!]

Part 1 - Death -

Chapter 2 - Meet Thy Maker -

Glancing back at the older woman, and Hoyt she looked confused, "Wh-what are you talking about?" Looking between them and back to Thomas, "Woah, I am not a slut! Don't even go there! You want a slut, go back to that bus and get a blonde! They let anything male near them." As if on que Hoyt burst out laughing. Must have been the look on Bree's face, or maybe it was something Bree said, but whatever it was it made him howl with laughter.

"Girl, you crack me up! Smart as a whip this one is!" By now he was doubled over, on a review of what she said, her lips twitched into a kind of half smirk.

The woman chuckled and spoke up, "My name is Luda Mae, but you can call me MaeMae. Hun, do you want to help me in the kitchen?" Nodding eagerly, she followed MaeMae into the kitchen and slipped on and apron, rolling up her selves, she got to work. "Will you take care of the soup while I start the biscuts?"

"Sure thing, MaeMae!" Humming a sad little tune while she checked the soup, it tasted a little bland. Needed hot sauce. A shot of this and hit of that, and bam! Tastes like heaven, not a bit of difference. Still humming her little tune she stirred the soup.

"Smells good in here Lulu!" Monty wheeled himself into the room and chuckled at her disaproving glare.

"Now Monty, I am a grown woman, you shouldn't be calling me such things!" He laughed at the comment, and Bree couldn't help but stifle a chuckl of her own. This family seemed nice, much better than the family she came from. Ignoring the loud footsteps that came up from behind her, Bree glanced to see Thomas motioning to me with his arms. Not speaking. That confused her, but, she had friends weirder than that. So no big deal.

Catching him staring at her happened more than once, each time he glared at her creepily. It made her feel very uneasy. Calling over to MaeMae, Bree half turned and spoke, "Soup's done!" Luda Mae came over and tasted it.

"Child, this is the best damn soup I ever tasted!" Luda Mae exclaimed in surprise. Blushing lightly she cast a glance to Thomas.

"Well, my Mom always told me that I had the magic touch with food." Thomas got up and walked to them, shaking the house under his feet. Fear crept up her spine but she kept smiling. He motioned with his hands that he wanted to try it.

"Now Thomas, you have to wait till supper." She said sternly. Monty began to protest indicating that he wanted to try some. "Boys. Go set the table, you can eat some after that." They both rushed from the room, the clinking of plates, and a few shouts later they where biscuts and veggies were finished, so Luda Mae and Bree started carting things into the dinning room. Thomas grunted and made the motion that he wanted to eat some of it now again. Luda just shook her head. "Sorry Tommy, it is too late." Cupping her hands around her mouth she called out, "Hoyt, supper's ready!' The sound of boots hitting wood came from above, Bree didn't know yet, but all of the students from the bus had been gagged and tied up in the basement during her drive with Hoyt. Their dinner was more than likely the boy that had called out the window.

Spotting a chainsaw on the table, covered in fresh blood, Bree couldn't help but stick her fingers in the red liquid. Rubbing her fingers together and not knowing that Thomas was watching with curiousity, as Bree licked the blood from her hands. Still unnoticest to her was the softening of his eyes. She was definatly not a normal child. Then it hit her. If Monty was here, then where her classmates?

Sitting down to her first real meal in a long time, Bree looked up from her plate, "Thank you for having me for dinner, but, um, what about my classmates on the bus?" Luda looked over at Hoyt whom had a small smile on his face. It turnned into a grin.

"Yer eaten the one that stuck his head out the window." Not even a glimmer of shock passed over her face. Thomas started drumming his hand on his leg nervously, her face twitched into a smile that grew into a grin, looking down at her plate she started to chuckle. It grew into an all out fit of laughter.

"That son-of-a-bitch got what was comming to him!" Calming down she wipped the tears from her eyes and started eating again. After the shocked silence went on for a few more minutes, she glanced up, "What?" Looking at the shocked expressions, MaeMae smiled brightly.

"Hun, do you want to stay here?" Asking her question, Bree felt tears threaten to over whelm her.

"Not like my fucking parents would care! Sure, I'll stay." She felt sure of her answer. Scared that they would eat her like they did her classmate, she would go along with it. Hoyt shrugged and started eating. Tommy was as silent as ever, glancing at his new family member every now and then. Eating three plates of the soup, Bree felt like she was going to pop. Everyone took their dishes to the kitchen. Offering to help her hostess out with the dishes Bree said, "Here let me help you with those MaeMae."

MaeMae just told her to go with the boys into the living room, there was going to be a showing of the movie 'Phantom Of The Opera'. Bree clapped her hands together, "That's one of my favorites!" She scurried into the living room and sat next to Thomas on the couch. Half way threw the movie, she felt her eyes starting to droop and she began to nod off.

Curling up next to Thomas like a cat, she fell into a peaceful sleep. The first time she had ever slept without the need for pills or staying up into the wee hours of the morning. Unaware to her was the fact that Thomas was watching her sleep. Hoyt whispered lowly, "Take her upstairs, she needs to rest." When Thomas didn't move he got louder, "Now, boy!"

Nearly leaping off the couch he picked up Bree and cradled her in his arms. Like a small child, Bree curled into a small ball nuzzling Thomas's broad chest. Sound within a dream a bomb could have gone off and she would still be asleep. After a quick walk up the stairs, Thomas set Bree down as gently as he could, but she had a vice like grip on his shirt. Her brow twitched. Nightmares over took Bree. Crying in her sleep Thomas became confused. Why did she twitch in her sleep like that? Was she faking it? He could remember have fits in his sleep that startled him awake, Momma would alway be their when he woke up, so he gently sat on the bed with Bree still in his arms and rocked her like a baby.

Slowly her grip let up as the Nightmare passed into something more soothing. Beads of sweat had formed on her head and Thomas gently wipped them away. Pulling down the sheets with one hand he placed her in the bed with the other; kissing her head lightly. Momma always did that when he got scared.

Looking at the little gem he had found, he realized he didn't hate her like he thought he did. That very first time he saw her, there had been a strange light in her eyes. The way she smiled, her laugh. All of it made his heart ache. Fighting the urge to touch her face again he slipped from the room silently. All he wanted was to see her smile. That smile made his hands shake and butterflies flutter in his stomach. She wasn't scared of him and that was a start. The start of what? Who cares.