A/N: Hey all, I got the next chapter of this story finished. Not as much as I wanted to fit in but this seemed like a good place to end, and also kind of gives an indicator that I'm still writing :) Hope you all like it. I still do not own the Fosters, nope, just my idea.

Chapter Four

Lena's POV

All of the kids were in bed. Stef had gotten air mattresses from the garage, laying one in Jesus' room and one in Mariana's for Callie and Jude, a temporary solution until the beds were delivered next week. I couldn't sleep, the red block letters on our clock staring at me from the nightstand. Callie's panic attack was still stuck in my head, playing on a neverending loop.

"Lena," I heard Stef's voice in the darkness. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?"

Doing the right thing? The instant answer was on my lips before I could think about it, the reassurance, the same reassurance Stef had given me on the twins' first night with us and that we had given each other many nights since until they were comfortable. "Of course we are. Those kids, they need somewhere to feel safe. We'll give that to them."

"You're right." I could almost see Stef biting her lip. "But we've never… she's scared of Brandon and Jesus Lena."

I had seen the fear in her eyes when the boys were talking, the way she was trying to distance herself, and then the way she hurried away when Brandon offered to help, setting off the attack. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have the same reservations after tonight.

"You should have seen him Lena." Stef's words were tumbling out one after the other. "He didn't even come to the couch after dinner."

"You think it was because of Callie?" I grabbed Stef's hand. "We'll talk to them tomorrow okay?"

I heard the movement as Stef changed positions, but she never let go of my hand.

Brandon's POV

I stepped out of my bedroom, taking a cursory look at my phone. 7AM, the clock said. I never usually woke up this early on a Saturday, but after yesterday, it was a preventative measure. As I walked to the bathroom, I heard the shower running. Someone else was up.

I knew it couldn't be Mariana. Waking up before ten was unheard of for her unless she had a dance show to prepare for or school. Jesus was a possibility. He liked to beat us to the shower on most days if he could, but I didn't hear his usual glomping footsteps. I actually didn't hear much of anything besides the water running.

I walked down the hall peeking through the half open door to my brother's room as I saw the form on the air mattress. Jude was still asleep, so that meant…

As I turned back around I saw her, eyes wide and clutching the towel even tighter around her, bare feet slipping as she ran quickly back to the bedroom and slammed the door.

Great. Just great. Not only had I proceeded to scare Callie even more, I had also caused her to fall victim to one of Mariana's morning mood swings.

"Everything okay out here?" I saw Moms walking out of their room. Mama's gaze fell straight on me before turning towards Mariana's room where the slam had come from.

"Callie was in the bathroom. She didn't see me waiting here and…" I sighed as my hand pointed in the direction of the door.

"Oh B…" Mom and Mama exchanged a look.

"Come on, let's go get some breakfast huh?" Mom put an arm around me. "We'll talk a bit."

I nodded as I let her lead me downstairs to the kitchen.

Mariana's POV

I heard the door slam bolting upright as my hand immediately reached for the lamp on my nightstand. As the dim light circled the room, I saw Callie grabbing for the clothing on the floor near the air mattress breathing heavily. I turned my back, giving her as much privacy as the room offered, walking over to hit the light switch on the wall. The nightstand lamp wasn't exactly the best to see by.

Callie looked over as she pulled on a long sleeve tee, hearing my movement. Her face turned sheepish.

"What happened?" I asked.

She didn't answer, not that I expected much. Her hair fell into her face as she bit her lip.

"Was it Jesus?" I knew my brother knew more about the different sort of people we encountered in the system, but he had more lapses than even he realized sometimes especially after so many years with the Adams-Fosters. I did too, more often than not, but she seemed to really have trouble with my brothers.

She shook her head hard.

"You know…" I said. "Next time you want to go to the bathroom and avoid people," I walked over the door nearest to her. "It's right through here. You just have to knock before you go in."

This earned a smile, a small smile which disappeared just as fast as it appeared.

"They aren't so bad." I walked into the bathroom myself, talking through the open door as I grabbed my toothbrush. The outburst from dinner yesterday ran through my head. "Sometimes Brandon just takes his foster brother role a little too seriously." I smirked. "Oldest sibling syndrome I think." I grabbed a palmful of water as I rinsed. "You'll get used to it. Or just ignore it like I do."

The silence was jarring. I'd be the first to admit that. I was tempted to fill the space with words, but I found myself watching Callie instead. She sat on her hands staring at me staring at her. Her face was unreadable.

"I was gonna head downstairs, you wanna come?"

She sighed, nodded as she held up one finger.

"In a minute? You want me to wait, or just meet you down there?"

She pointed toward the door nodding as she bit her lip.

"Alright… are you sure?" I looked to the door.

She nodded again.

"Suit yourself then."

A/N: So, how'd I do? Any thoughts on what could happen next, or prompts for the oneshot collections? Let me know! Until next time.