A knock on the door awoke Dallas from his sleep, "What the hell?" he muttered, grabbing his shirt off the floor and walking to the door to see a strongly hung-over Buck standing outside, "Dude…what happened?" Buck said sleepily, "And what are you doing here?"

Dallas narrowed his eyes and rubbed his side, pushing Buck aside as easily as a five foot stuffed husky and walked to the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes where it had turned purple, "Tim…" he growled, whipping a towel off the rack and furiously rubbing his eye.

"Hey Dallas!:

"What do you want NOW?" Dallas barked, slamming the towel and storming downstairs to where Buck was calling him,

"So people are here to see you. One has a suit and tie." He shouted back up.

"Not right now, I'm not dealing with these people!" he shouted,

"But Dallas…"

"BUCK!"

Dallas slammed the door to the room and slipped his leather jacket on, putting his switchblade and cigarettes into the pockets before opening the door again and going downstairs and being met face to face by the suit-and-tie personnel.

"What?" he said coolly.

"Are you Mr. Dallas Winston?" the man asked, looking him over,

"And what if I'm not?"

"Just answer the question please."

Dallas smirked, no one told Dallas Winston to do.

"Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not, who could know?" Dallas said, walking in a circle around the guy.

"Please just answer the question sir."

"Yea, I am. Who wants to know?"

"Well, Mr. Winston, my name is Roger Bart and I am a social worker..."

"Well whoop dee do for you. What do you want, a medal?"

"Mr. Winston, I'm a social worker and I have someone who I think you should meet." He said, going over to the other room to motion for someone. I shot a warning look to Buck who just shrugged.

"Mr. Winston, I'd like you meet your sister, Cade."

The ground rushed to meet me suddenly.

"Dallas?"

"What the…." He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his head.

"Dallas, meet Cade."

"Oh yea, that's why." He growled, sitting up, "Dude, I have no sister, alright?"

"Well, let her see you at least."

Dallas sighed, slapped his forehead, "Fine."

The girl entered in, she couldn't have been over 14, she has gold hair and golden eyes. Yet there was pride, a savage hate that even Dallas could recognize, and he stood up.

"Anyways, why isn't she in New York?"

"Your parents were accused of cild abuse and since you're the only living relative…"

"Whoa no. No no no. You know who you're talking to here right? This is Dallas Winston; I jump little kids, I steal things, I get into fights. I'm not gonna spend my time looking after some useless kid who is gonna end up just like me…"

"Our only other choice is a girl's home, and there are no homes available so we'd have to stick her in juvenile hall."

Dallas suddenly felt something surge through him, he had no idea what it was, but it felt almost like…pity. What was happening?

"Fine. I'll take the kid, but ONLY for six months, then take her away, and put her in some home."