A/N: Okay, I am officially bat crazy. I came up with this idea and just had to write it down. I know I have like a million and one stories going right now, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone until I fed it ice cream and wrote it down. It's called Remembering Us, and it is an alternate take on the events of the season one finale, and what if the attack by Vico ended worse for Brandon.

Chapter One

Brandon's POV

My name is Brandon Foster. I'm 16 years old. I am a musician. I live with my mom Stef and my Mama Lena. I see my dad Mike on weekends. I have four siblings, Jesus and Mariana who are 15, Jude, who is 13 and was recently adopted, and a foster sister Callie who is 16. This is my life. They are my family.

My name is Brandon Foster. When I was five years old, my mom and dad got divorced. My life was turned upside down. I lost a dad. I gained a new mom. I learned that family is allowed to grow.

My name is Brandon Foster, and one night, one crazy revenge driven act, made me forget all of that.

Stef's POV

There are no words to describe the feeling when one of your kids gets hurt. When I got that phone call, my heart jumped to my throat. Brandon had gotten jumped near Mike's. Mike had already called an ambulance, and they were on their way to the ER.

"Stef," Lena was watching me carefully. "What's wrong? Who's on the phone?"

I was already crying as I rushed to get my coat from the hook. "Mike, it's Brandon!"

The kids had noticed even though I tried really hard not to let them.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Jesus tapped Mariana on the shoulder to get her attention as he looked at me.

"Mom," Jude walked over to where Jesus and Mariana stood.

I sighed. This was supposed to be a happy day. Jude was finally part of the family, but then Callie couldn't get adopted and now Brandon was in the ER. "It's Brandon."

Lena and I were in the hospital room with Mike, waiting for the doctor to bring his test results. As of right now, Brandon was unconscious. I felt myself get choked up as I looked at him. There were bruises all over his face, and a cut on his forehead just over his right eyebrow.

The doctor walked in. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "Mrs. Adams-Foster, Mr. Foster, I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"What is it?" Mike asked. "Will Brandon be okay?"

The doctor cleared his throat again. "Um… well… your son...during the attack, your son was hit extremely hard in the head, and he sustained damage to the brain."

I felt more tears coming. "Brain damage?"

"I'm sorry."

"What does that mean for him?" Lena asked.

"He may have trouble recalling things, after a brain injury of this severity, there is usually a chance of post-traumatic or retrograde amnesia."

As the doctor spoke, I saw Brandon stir. His eyes opened and he looked absolutely terrified.

"Mommy, where am I? What happened? It hurts all over."

Mommy? Brandon hasn't called me that since… well, maybe it's just fear.

"Brandon," Lena was next to me and over by his bedside in an instant. "Sweetheart?"

"Mommy, Daddy, what's Miss Adams from school doing here?"

Oh no.

A/N: So, what do you think? Any ideas what should happen next? How do you think the kids will handle it? Next chapter, the doctor explains more, the kids find out and a temporary arrangement is made.