Hello, all! First off, I want to say thanks for reading and giving me a chance! Second, I'd like to ask for a little help and feedback. I've been a fan of Breaking Bad for a while, but only recently had this in mind. Originally, it was just something that I was going to ride in my free time purely for fun, but I decided to leave my poor friend -who isn't a fan of the show- alone and let those that are actually fans have a chance to read. I'm, admittedly, scared to post this because it was kind of last minute, but here it is.

I'll probably just have the prologue out for now as a test or sample. If anyone wants any more of this, I am currently working on more chapters and hope to have them ready, if anyone enjoys this.

So, now, I'll stop rambling and allow you to read. Please be easy on my delicate soul! Lol :D

The park was pretty vacant for a summer afternoon. That was the first thing he noticed. It was something he was grateful for.

He leaned harder against the tree he was standing beside and tucked the corners of his hoodie closer around his face; it didn't go much farther. He hoped his bruises and scars would help mask his familiar face from the world's view. Recognition was the last thing he needed now.

He should go. He should've gone thirty minutes ago, but he couldn't pull himself away from the sight. After years, perhaps, of torture, sadness, and ugliness from the world he lived in, gazing upon this beautiful scene before him was like Heaven.

He had spent days trying to find her and there was one thing he knew he did right: he hid her well. For the last year or more, he spent his existence believing everything he did was wrong. For once, he could look out in front of him and know that there was one thing is this big, ugly world that he did right.

She pushed herself on the empty swings and stared up at the cloudy blue sky above her. Her dark brown curls flew behind her and, if he looked close enough, he could see the glint of her deep blue eyes. His eyes.

It was exactly two weeks before her birthday, September 30th. She'd be nine years old. It seemed hard to believe that she was almost that old. He had missed so much of her life…

No, he couldn't let himself think of that. He made that decision a long time ago, for her protection. Now, looking back at it, he was glad he did. Unknowingly, he saved her from the same agony that he had just escaped from. She didn't have to live with that and the mere thought was the only thing that gave him peace over the years.

His heart ached for her though. He wanted to be selfish, to have her in his life even though it would give her nothing but grief. After all he went through, all that he lost, surely he deserved this small piece of happiness.

The memory of Andrea's limp, dead body crumpling to the ground of her front porch brought those thoughts to a halt. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked them away, or as much as he could. No, she was better off without him in her life.

A red-headed woman glanced up from her phone and smiled at the swinging girl. Her newest foster parent. She seemed nice, but she was pretty absorbed into her phone at the moment. That didn't settle right with him, but he swallowed it back. She was safe and sound, that was all that mattered.

Originally, the girl had been living with her maternal grandmother, but she died when she was about three years old. Her father, Jesse Pinkman, was nonexistent in her life and her mother was no mother at all, so they had no choice but to put her in foster care. Ever since, she was moved to different homes and families every other week, month, or sometimes year. For now, she was with a married couple with one teenage son in a small town in Oklahoma. He wasn't sure how long she'd stay before moving on.

"Sandie! Sandie, look! Watch me!" She called out, looking back at her foster parent in between swings.

The woman, Sandie, glanced up again and grinned. "Okay, Crystal!" She answered, looking back down at her phone for a second. "Just...gimme a second…" She muttered, struggling with something on her phone.

Crystal didn't hear her last muttered response and flung herself from the swing set. She had already been swinging high, so when she jumped her arms and legs flailed as she flew to the ground, a mixture of a scream and a giggle escaping her lips.

She landed with a loud thud and she immediately jumped up to see what Sandie thought of her trick. Her big, bright smile -a smile that Jesse was immensely enjoying from the sidelines- fell when she saw that Sandie was still scrolling through her phone, grumbling about the service she had.

Her shoulders sagged when Sandie finally gave up with the phone and looked up. "Okay, what was ya wantin' show me now?"

Crystal straightened her t-shirt and trudged back to the swing set. "Nuthin'...it wasn't important anyway."

Sandie, eventually realizing that she wasn't swinging anymore, scooped up her bag and stood up from the park bench. "Oh...you ready to go?"

Crystal was fixing to get back on the swing when Sandie asked. Jesse could see that she wanted to stay -the look on her face as she held the chain was obvious- but she let out a sigh and agreed to leave.

"Sure...I guess." She shrugged her bag over her shoulder and joined Sandie at the bench.

Jesse pressed his back against the tree trunk and slid away from the silent duo. Perhaps it was because she was his only child, but Jesse thought that she deserved more attention than what she was given. She seemed too...glum for someone her age. Even he was more energetic and lively than she was at that age.

That wasn't how it was supposed to be. Why was she so withdrawn? Again, he wanted to step out and take over, but he couldn't. He'd be doing nothing but making her life worse.

"How about we go to that little diner across the street from Zach's? You know, where Lenny's working now? Ain't it your favorite?" Sandie asked the girl when she came to her side and took her hand in hers.

"I hate it there. We only go there because Lenny gives us discounts." Crystal grumbled.

Sandie looked a little taken aback, but continued to smile as if she just told a joke. "Well, I already told Danny we were going there. I'm sorry, honey. We'll let you pick the place next time."

Crystal just shrugged and walked silently to the car with Sandie.

Jesse watched her crawl into the backseat, buckle up, and pull something out of her bag. He couldn't see too well, but he was able to catch a glimpse of a colored pencil scratching across a notebook. She was drawing. With a faint smile, Jesse remembered all the drawings he created during his childhood. Besides his eyes, that was one thing she inherited from him. If they were both lucky, it would be the only thing.

With a heavy heart, he watched the car take Crystal away and, again, he was left alone. His thoughts drifted to Brock, the poor boy that was left to suffer because of him. Just because he was associated with him. He was cancer. Everything and everyone was destroyed in his path.

Crystal was safe now, that was the only thing he was certain of. As long as he stayed far away from her, she would continue to stay safe. The same for Brock. He couldn't risk anything happening to him.

One last glance at the departing car, Jesse tucked the hoodie closer around his face and disappeared from the world's view.