Note: This will be from… NOAH and Sarah's point of view. Yes… Noah and SARAH lol. This one is more… Sad? Noah is wondering… Who is he? He notices, that he and Sierra aren't like the others. So he is thinking something is up, and he will get to the bottom of it. Please review. I need feedback :3

I glared at the parasitic queen bee known as my 'sister'. Heather continued to do her nails, as I did her homework. Yes, I was doing her homework. Why? Because she threaten to beat me up, and well… I wasn't the strongest boy ever.

I watched her from the corner of my eye. She and me were different, and I didn't mean personality wise… Because that was true as well. I had noticed it when I was younger that me and Sierra weren't the same like the others. I had darker skin and so did Sierra, but no one else seemed to notice this differences. Either they were complete morons, or they were hiding something. I never really minded it, but lately… It was eating me. Who was I exactly?

I wrote down the last problem, and closed the book. Heather smiled, and snatched the book from me. "Well thank you." she cooed innocently even though she was far from it. I just put on a smile.

"Not a problem. But I have something to ask you." I spoke. Heather raised an eyebrow, and looked to me, a rather annoyed look coming across her face.

"What?"

"Out family… do you notice anything odd about it?" I asked. Heather wasn't a moron, but she had a dumbfound expression on her face.

"Odd? Our whole family is filled with freaks if you hadn't noticed."

"I don't mean like that. I mean like appearance wise." I said. She seemed to think about, and her brows came together.

"I never really paid much attention to everyone… but yeah." she said, looking at me. "You and Sierra don't look like the rest of us." I swallowed. She didn't notice it before? It was weird honestly. I turned from her, my brain running over some thoughts. I had to figure this out…

Dad mumbled trying to fix the stove, and he beat it hard with a hammer.

"Stupid piece of shit…" he hissed, his eye twitching. I sighed, and took the hammer, and got to work. I was always good with fixing things. My hands moved swiftly along the parts, and I fixed it easily. I turned it on, and there came on the flame. I looked to Chris, as he pursed his lips.

"Show off…." he mumbled.

"Whatever." I spoke, turning it off. He went to leave, but I grabbed his arm. He looked tome confused.

"What?" he whined, trying to shake me off. My eye twitched. He was such a whiney old man.

"I have some questions." I spoke, folding my arms. He looked nervous than.

"Ask your mother."

"No I'm asking you." I said, my dark eyes fixing on his. Chris sighed, rubbing the back of his head. I had to say…. Chris wasn't the best dad. He was rather shitty at it honestly. He never seemed to know what to say when mom did.

"What is it?"

"Who am I?" I asked.

"Noah. Duh." he said rolling his eyes.

"No. Why am Sierra and I different is what I'm asking. Who are we exactly?" I asked, looking to him. Chris eye showed shock, and his mouth parted some.

"Wh-What are you talking about? You guys aren't different."

"Your lying." I hissed. I was tired off this. I wanted to know.

"Guys?" our heads turned, and there stood Sarah, her long brown/blonde hair falling around her small frame. She grinned at us, and it made me smile as well. It was hard to not be happy with her around. After all… she was my mother, and she made me so happy. "Come on, the movie starts at six. Did you fix the stove?"

"Of course!" grinned Chris, as he retreated to my mothers side, lightly kissing her head. "It was easy as… well it was harder than crap actually." he said pursing his lips. My eye twitched. What a suck up and a liar. He than ran off to get ready. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"You fixed it huh?"

"Duh. Dad can't fix shit." I sighed, and my mother chuckled, her aqua eyes lighting some. I swallowed than it hit me. Me and Sierra… didn't look anything like her. It stung my heart and I felt sick. Mom…. She was my mother wasn't she?

I felt sick beyond belief as Sarah had her arm around me, holding me closely. She was such a lovable, kind mother… and she may not be mine. We walked inside the home, and everyone disappears. She let me go, and looked at me, her eyes looking at me kindly.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" she asked, feeling my forehead. No I wasn't okay. I pushed her hand away, and walked past her.

"I'm fine." I spoke acidly. I didn't mean to sound that way. She snatched my arm, and I looked to her, her eyes hard and dark.

"Son. What is wrong? You know I don't like it when you guys lie."

"Dad lies all the time."

"True. But I don't want you guys to be liars." she smiled softly. I wanted to scream. Why was she so nice to me? She wasn't my mother.

"Get off me!" I hissed, shaking her off me. Her eyes looked at me shocked and were feel with hurt.

"I'm sorry… I just…." she shook her head.

"Well don't. You don't know me." I hissed. Why was I so angry at her? I didn't understand my feelings anymore.

"I don't know you? Noah you're my son!"

"No I'm not!" I yelled. This made the others hover up the stairs, looking at us. "Your not! So stop pretending you are!" I screamed, turning from her going outside. I slammed the door behind me, and went to the tree's near out house. It was like a small forest and it was were I use to hide when I was little. After all… Duncan couldn't find me in the massive brush of trees. I sat against one, tears stinging my eyes.

I didn't want to believe it but me and Sierra… we looked nothing like her. At least with Chris I had his terrible personality and height, which I absolutely hated.

"NOAH!" My head turned, and I saw my father, who looked beyond pissed. Oh freaking crap. He looked at the tree's and glared. No way he could find me… but of course, he always did find me here when I was little. "Get the hell out of there boy." Shit. I stayed silent, hoping he would go away, but he didn't. He ran into the tree's, and I tensed wanting to hide. He noticed me, and a glared.

"How dare you, you little brat!" he hissed. I sighed. "I hope you know your mother is crying. What did you guys even fight about? How dare you just yell at her like that!"

"She isn't my mother!" I screamed, and it was silent. Chris looked at me shocked, and he bit his lip. He sighed, taking a seat in front of me. He reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a lighter and cigarette.

"So… you figured it out, eh?" he asked, lighting the cigarette, letting it hang from his mouth lazily.

"Yeah…. I did." I said, closing my eyes, pain surging threw me. It hurt to know that. It was quiet, and it killed me. I wanted to die. To know the woman you loved and cared so much for… wasn't your mother, it just hurt.

"She loves you guys." I opened my eyes, looking at my father, who smiled softly. "I never understood why… I had screwed up bad. She was pregnant… Than I got another woman pregnant… And when your mother dropped you guys off on me, I thought Sarah would be furious. But… she wasn't. She just smiled, and took you both in like nothing happened. I never understood why, but she loved you guys so much… To her… You are her son." I felt my eyes sting, and I quickly bit my lip to not let the feeling come. To me… she was my mother. I got up, and ran to the house. I saw Sierra and the other talking, and I ran past them up the stairs. I ran panting for air. Why did I have to be so un-athletic? I made it to my parents room, and opened the door. In the middle of the bed she sat there picking at the torn holes in her pants.

She looked to me, her eyes red. She smiled softly and it pained me. I went over to her, and sat on the bed next to her. "Noah, sweetie, what is it?" Why? Why did she keep being so nice to me.

"I'm sorry mom." I said. Her eye opened wide with shock, and the tears came to her face. She wiped them away quickly.

"I'm sorry… That I didn't tell you." she said. I moved in closer, and pulled her into me, hugging her closely.

"It's okay… I was being stupid. I had always wondered who I was… Where I came from. Who my mother really was… But it's you." I said looking at her. Her aqua eyes looked into mine, and I smiled softly. "You're the one who was around… not her. So you're my mother."

"Those eyes…" she said softly, and I raised an eyebrow. She pushed against me some. She looked down, smiling. "I'm going to tell you a story son…." I swallowed, and listened closely.

(Sarah's point of view!)

I groaned rather annoyed, anger boiling in my blood. I had gotten a phone called from some woman, saying Chris needed to get his kids. I of course was angry and shocked. Chris slept with someone else? That damn manwhore how dare he! I was so upset and angry, I wanted to just kick him out.

I heard a car, and I opened the door, seeing the bright lights. I ran outside, ready to beat him, till I saw a carrier. Something caught my eye…. I swallowed, my heart melting. Inside the baby carriers were two kids.

They were both chubby, dark, and cute. One had short purple hair, the other having brown. I swallowed, looking at them, as Chris put it down.

"Sarah listen to me. I fucked up, I did but please-"

"Get them inside. What are you doing they are going to freeze!" I said, looking to him worried. He looked at me confused, and did as I said, putting them on the floor. I got on my knee's as he closed the door, staring at the cute children, a smile creeping my face. "What are there names?"

"What?" he asked confused. "Does that matter? Sarah we need to talk." I just looked to them, and the boy with brown hair opened his eyes, and my heart melted. He had such dark chocolate eyes like Chris… Those eyes I loved so much. Than the girl opened her eyes, and they were the same. None of out kids had his eyes… My eyes changed colors, and our kids had those. But none had his. The boy whined unhappily, as his sister tried to cuddle closer, the girl smiling. I chuckled softly, as Chris rambled on. "We can give them up for adoption." My head snapped to him, looking at his scared.

"No. We can't. I want to keep them!" I spoke, pulling the carrier closer.

"W-What…?" he asked, looking at me confused, his eyes looking into mine. "Why….?"

"They are my kids…. That's why…" I smiled. I no longer felt angry. These two…. They were my kids know. I picked up the carrier, and I heard Chris say he was sorry. But for what? I was happy. I went to the baby room that smelt of baby power and of stink…. I would have to but two more baby beds. I moved Trent into Duncan's crib to not disturb them, and I moved the new two ones into his crib. I looked to the two, as they slept peacefully. I stroked the girls hair smiling softly.

"Sierra…. And Noah. I… I love you." I whispered softly.

I hadn't noticed but I had stayed up there all night, and Chris had come in to feed the kids.

"What are we going to do?" asked Chris, feeding Lindsay. I looked to him, changing Noah's diaper. I thought about it. Noah and Sierra were two months younger than the others… So the kids would notice it.

"We will change the dates of there birthday with the others." I said with a smile. Chris looked at me, hurt filled in his eyes.

"Sarah… Please. We need to…"

"No." I said, shaking my head, picking up the cute little boy into my arms, a soft smile crossing my face. The boy looked to me his big eyes looking into mine. I could help but smile at him. I poked the boys nose, and he grabbed it, putting it in his mouth. "These… are my kids." I said, smiling softly. "Isn't that right Noah?"

"Nana Baaaa!" he cooed, smiling.

(Noah's point of view!)

I looked to her shocked, as she smiled. She…. She did love me.

"No matter what… I would protect you two…" she said, looking at me, a smile crossing her face. She chuckled softly. "I love you Noah… You are apart of my life." I felt the stinging in my eyes, as she pulled me in. I did have a mother.