A/N:Hahaha, puns.

The amount of research I'm doing... sweet lord. All these tabs open are giving me anxiety.

Enjoy!

Isaac, realizing that a man like his brother-in-law wouldn't feel right about doing nothing, helped Owen get a well paying job in the construction business, which was more than thriving after the earthquake. He also helped send the kids off to the very best schools in the area, while Clara stayed home more then happy to take care of her infant nephew.

It was there, at school, where Henry met his first friend.

Upon entering his new classroom, and being told to pick a seat, Henry looked around. The teacher's desk was in the front of the room, chalk boards almost wrapped around the entire room, and the desks were organized in four rows and five columns, with a desk seemingly missing right next to the door.

Nervous, not knowing anyone, and feeling like everyone just knew he didn't come from money like them (despite looking the part), he quickly took the seat next to the gap by the door. He couldn't of been sitting there, staring silently at his desk, for more than just a handful of minutes when a sound he never heard before creeped closer and closer to his class. It was squeaky and sounded odd upon the floorboards, like mama's rolling pin but….. bigger and not really.

Confused, Henry looked up just in time to see a boy sitting down and being pushed in a chair with wheels. Said boy was doodling in a book in his lap, his wispy dirty blonde hair covering up the rest of his face. The women pushing the chair maneuvered it into the open space next to the door then left without a word.

Whispers broke across the classroom, and Henry blinked and wondered why this kid needed a special chair. Was it something really rich people did?

Henry looked at the boys legs, wondering if he had trouble walking, and noticed that his legs were covered up with a blanket, a weirdly shaped lump deformed the blanket near his left leg. His eyes then moved onto the book in his new neighbors lap, and curiosity took over the young boy's mind. Henry leaned a little over to the right in an attempt to see over the armrest of the other boys chair but he was to far away.

"Hey, whatchu drawing?"

The kid's hand paused and after a heart beat or two his head rose slowly, his dark brown eyes looking over to Henry in confusion, as if he was unsure if he was being spoken to. The kid blinked, looked down at his book, then back up.

His voice was soft as he answered, "Me, flying with some birds."

Henry smiled as he stood up slightly in his seat to try to see, making the other kid blink rapidly in shock, but he didn't move away.

"Really, that's cool! Can I see, please?"

Hesitantly the book was lifted so Henry could see. The picture was good for their age group. A figure, that was obviously the boy but without the chair, was flying through some clouds alongside five birds. The chair seemed to be in the picture to, but tiny and in the corner, like it was falling. Henry oohed and awed over the drawing, making the boy's face light up with a smile.

Suddenly, Henry remembered his manners and stuck out his hand for a shake, "My name's Henry, Henry Udall, what's yours?"

The other boy put the book back on his lap and grasped Henry's hand, "Joey Drew, i-it's nice to meet you, Henry."

Henry gave him a toothy smile, "It's nice to meetcha too! Wanna be friends?"

Joey looked startled momentarily, before his smile widened.

"Sure!"

The two youngsters bonded over the fact that they both enjoyed drawing, often times on their work more than actually doing it.

Joey, Henry found after months of friendship, was a rather spacey child. Always dreaming, always imagining 'what if's' and 'could be's.' But he couldn't fault his best friend for that, especially after he found out exactly why his friend never left his chair without help or crutches. Dreaming was really all a child whose left leg was unusable because of polio could do.

A/N: I had fun with this, then I decided to give Joey polio to explain the wheelchair and I researched polio in children during the 1900s and I just HAD to look at pictures. Now I am sad. And horrified at the medical practices. Like... like damn...

To everyone (mother) who ever said they were born in the wrong era think again please!

So I researched polio, schools in the 1900s for rich people, if people with physically disabilities were ever in the classroom with "healthy" kids, and if the word "cool" was ever used in the context I wanted it to.

I didn't really get a definitive answer about my physical advisability question, so I'm going with the elder Drew is just rich enough to buy his sons way into the school. Hey. Maybe I'll make elder Drew a doctor or something... how much did they make in the 1900s... TO GOOGLE!

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