He looked down at his little sister and almost started crying- almost. Instead he smiled and squeezed her shoulder a little. She had cried as he tried to explain to her how she was going to go and live with her father's sister… and he wasn't coming along. He hoped beyond hope for she would remember him… or forget him. He wasn't sure which he wanted, only knowing that he only wanted what would make her happy.
He had met the couple once for her Birthday, and liked them as they were a lot like his foster parents now… or as they were. He had had no desire to leave, and he knew it was safe because of that little girl. Because she was always smiling, always laughing.
He missed that laugh already.
She whimpered and asked who was going to let her stay with them if the sky was being grumpy again, and he could only look to her Aunt and Uncle and give the best answer he could- 'They will.'
If he hadn't of known of them, if there had been no one to take her in, he would have picked her up and started running. She was too innocent for foster homes, to happy, and there would have been no way in hell that he would have left her in one of those places.
He hugged her and promised her that she would always be his little sister, he thanked her for teaching him Russian and for making him smile, and most importantly, he thanked her for trusting him with her nightmares and fears.
And as he got into his car and she stayed on the porch with her Aunt and Uncle and their children, he wanted to take her with him again, wanted to pick her up and run as far away for the world that he was being forced into again as possible.
But she had smiled as she was crying-again, he had just gotten her to stop- and was waving goodbye to him, and he did the same for her, even feeling a few tears make it past his walls.
When they got to one of the in-between homes, as he thought of them, he was quieter then he had been in three months. For the next year there would not be a hint of a smile, there would be no will to fight, and for a few weeks there he had almost lost his will to live.
But life must move on, and it helped that a little boy who only spoke Russian came in after his parents were accused of child abuse. He helped everyone out and translated, and soon the kid was living with his grandfather. He had written him a thank you note a few months after, and G made sure he memorized it before he lost it, and he did….and it helped, though he never lost the reminder.
Years later that boy would grow up to be a teacher, than a principal, and would help dozens of kids find better lives. G never found out, and he never will- all he ever needed anyway was that little boy looking happy simply because G was there.
A/N: I wrote this a while ago and then forgot it during the summer (during which time I pretty much stayed away from doing a lot of things FF other the write and write and write all the plot bunnies that came to mind). And then found it again. I happen to like this one more then the second one- which I don't remember what it is about, believe it or not. Lol.
So tell me what you think. As always, more words then 'it sucks' or 'great' would be nice, but not necessary, ideas are always welcome, and… well that's it. Oh- if it comes to me I might rewrite the last one- I really just didn't enjoy it like this one.
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