Chapter 48: A New Beginning.

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AN: The newest chapter. Please read and leave tons of reviews. I picked Davison as the town in Michigan they were moving to because I know it very well. I lived there for over a decade. I still know the place like the back of my hand, mostly. It should add a new dimension of details to things in the story. Some things about the town will be changed in the story, because at this point in the timeline it's eleven years in the future.

Connor's POV:

Tim was released from the hospital on March 3rd 2026. His parents were already sitting in jail cells. Tim made it very clear to them, through lawyers, that he never wanted to see or hear from them again, and if they tried to contact him, they would not like the consequences.

On April 14th 2026, we agreed as a family that we would be moving to Tim's old hometown of Davison, Michigan. The next day, we told the rest of the family. They were saddened by the news, but understood the necessity of the decision.

On September 13th 2026, Tim became Timothy Adams-Foster. Jude and I will never forget the sight of Wally and Tim sobbing in each other's embrace for the first time as brothers.

On October 3rd 2026, we purchased our new house in Davison, Michigan. It was situated next to a trailer park, right next to the High School. Tim mentioned that when he moved out of Davison, where the house now sat was once just an empty field. The house sat on three and a half acres of land. It was two floors tall, and had a four car garage. We had paid to have the place furnished so we wouldn't have to move all the furniture out of the house in San Diego. We were taking everything else with us, and giving the house to Brandon and Jenna, who was now his wife, and was pregnant with their first child.

It's Sunday, November 8th, 2026, and today is the day we board my Uncle's jet and leave San Diego for our new home, over two thousand three hundred miles away.

We were already at the airport, and Evan was walking the four of us to the plane he had chartered to fly us to Michigan, explaining a few things while he did.

"The plane will land at Bishop International Airport." Evan said as we waited for the plane to finish being fueled, "Your cars were shipped there ahead of time, as you requested, and their GPS systems have been programmed with the address of your new house so you don't get lost. The last thing you want to do is take a wrong turn and end up in downtown Flint."

"What's wrong with Flint?" Wally asked.

Tim snorted, wincing slightly as he did so.

"When we moved here, I was about nine years old. Six years ago, when I left, Flint was probably one of the most dangerous cities in the state. Even worse than Detroit. I remember one of my friends telling me not to go past Martin Luther King boulevard in Flint unless I wanted to get shot at."

"Tim's right, and I won't be able to help you guys if you get in trouble." Evan explained, "I've helped you with the move. I've helped you guys in every way that I possibly could. After you guys leave, you'll be on your own."

"We understand." Jude said, "You've done so much for us already. We couldn't ask for anything else."

"The boys have been enrolled at the High School in Davison. They'll be starting in the middle of Sophomore year. The school has an all year round schedule, kind of like Anchor Beach did, so it shouldn't be too bad." Evan continued, "Oh, and be cautious around people too."

"Why? Nobody will know any of us. Well, they might recognize Tim." Jude asked, confused at the warning.

"Are you forgetting that you were in a multimillion dollar selling metal band?" Wally deadpanned incredulously, "You guys performed on the fricken Grammy's, for god sake. People will definitely recognize you."

"He's got a point, JJ." I conceded.

"Anyway, my company has an office in Flint. It's the biggest city that's close to Davison." He said, "I flew out there for a meeting, way back in 2015. I wasn't about to stay in the city, because Flint's a deathtrap, so I stayed in a hotel in Davison, right off the highway. I was there for a month, and I heard a lot of things about a few of the local families."

"Let me guess, the Newman's and the Jensen's were two of them?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, you knew them?" Evan asked.

"Yeah, I was best friends with their youngest sons." Tim answered, "Aaron Newman and Casey Jensen. They all treated me like a member of the family. I'm still Facebook friends with Aaron and Casey, plus Aaron's older brother Nick."

"Are any of the rumors true?" Evan asked.

"Which ones? Even back then there were thousands of them." Tim deadpanned.

"I heard one of the older ones was a bit of a psycho...?" Evan asked vaguely

"That would be Aaron's dad, Gary." Tim said nonchalantly, "Yeah, he was a bit of a nut, and from what Aaron says on Facebook, that hasn't changed. He was more silly than he ever was a psycho, but if you piss him off he's scary as hell. He's retired now, his health isn't the best. Sharon, Aaron's mom, is a nurse. She works at McLaren Hospital. Nick, Aaron's older brother, works for GM down in Detroit."

"What about the other one? Casey?" Jude asked.

"Oh god. Uh... he's a bit of an eccentric." Tim said vaguely.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"He's a pyromaniac, for starters." Tim revealed.

Wally's eyes lit up.

"Don't even think about it." I warned him.

Wally pouted, and Tim rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

"He has a raging temper." Tim continued, "I remember him punching a kid because he tried to steal one of his French fries at lunch time. Extremely loyal. Almost to a fault."

"No such thing as too loyal." Evan said.

"You still talk to all of them then?" I asked him.

"Yep. Everybody but my friend Riley." Tim responded

"Who?"

"Riley DeSilva. He was our other best friend. It was always us four. The quartet. A couple of years ago, Riley became Aaron's boyfriend." Tim continued, "That surprised the hell out of me, because Aaron was the biggest closet case I had ever met. He told me over Face Time when he was fourteen, but nearly shit himself when I asked if anybody else knew. Anyway, about a year and a half ago, out of nowhere, Riley's Facebook profile was deleted and his numbers were changed. Aaron won't tell me what happened, on Riley's request. He only said that Riley doesn't really leave his house anymore. He's homeschooled now, and the only visitor he ever allows to see him is Aaron, for obvious reasons."

"Once we get settled in, you can invite Aaron over." I said, "It'd be nice to meet somebody who knew you back then."

"I never even told him I was coming back." Tim said as he winced, "He's gonna kick my ass."

"I'll disembowel him with my sword if he tries." Wally deadpanned.

"Good luck with that." Tim scoffed, "He's been training with swords since he was seven years old. The last video he posted of him practicing, he was moving so fast you could barely see him."

"Then I'll shoot him." Wally growled.

"Good luck hitting him, your shooting is abysmal." Tim teased.

"Look who's talking! Minion has a better shot than you." Wally snarked.

"Minion is a poodle, dumb-dumb. He can't shoot." Tim deadpanned.

"My point exactly." Wally deadpanned back.

"Twit." Tim bickered back.

"Dork." Wally responded.

They began a verbal melee, a sport they engaged in at least once a day.

"Moron."

"Misfit."

"Buffoon."

"Troglodyte."

"Insect."

"Boys, that's enough." I intervened.

That's one thing Jude and I are still getting use to. The fact that now that Wally and Tim are actually siblings, they now enjoy bickering like actual siblings. It was by no means serious fighting, and I knew for a fact that they both did it because they found it funny, and they enjoyed having each other as siblings and having a person to bicker with.

The pilot descended the stairs and approached us.

"We are ready for takeoff."

Evan hugged us both.

"Good luck, to all of you." He said, "I'll miss you all. We all will."

We had said goodbye to all of our family the night before.

"Thank you, Uncle. For everything." I said to him.

"You never have to think me." He responded, "But... you're very, very welcome."

With that we boarded the plane, with Wally helping Tim up the stairs. We sat down in our seats and put our seatbelts on. A few minutes later the plane was taxiing down the runway, and lifted off into the air. All four of us stared out the window, as we left San Diego behind for possibly the last time.

The flight to Michigan was uneventful except for a few small instances of turbulence. Wally and Tim spent the majority of the flight asleep, while Jude and I took advantage of the planes small bedroom for some, uh... intense physical activity and then sleep. We landed at Bishop International, and we found the cars parked in the lot covered by tarps. Tim was gonna ride with me, and Wally with Jude. We pulled out of the airport, and got on I-69 heading east. We followed the route programmed into the GPS, and after ten minutes, we passed a dilapidated shopping mall.

"Courtland Center." Tim pointed out as we passed it, "Even back before I moved out to Cali, the only reason to go there was for the movie theater, and even that's closed now."

About five minutes later, we passed a movie theater, which Tim looked surprised to see that it was actually open for business.

"When I moved, that place had been closed for years." He explained to me after I shot him a questioning look.

A short while later, the GPS told us to get off the expressway at exit 145, which we did so immediately. We stopped at the stoplight, and when it turned green, we turned left onto M-15.

In the seat next to me, Tim exhaled a breath.

"You okay, bub?" I asked him.

"I'm finally home." He mumbled quietly.

We turned right at the stoplight onto Lapeer Rd and continued until we turned left onto N. Oak Rd. We continued down the road, passing the entrance to a trailer park.

"I used to live in there." Tim said.

It was then that I noticed that a couple of the houses we passed were damaged.

"What happened to these houses?" I asked as we slowly passed the last house before the road that led to the high school.

The last house before the high school sat on a hill, and was dilapidated, and a large section of the roof had collapsed in, and the windows were boarded up. The lawn was overgrown and the gravel driveway had large grooves in it from where rain water had eroded canals into the dirt from flowing downhill.

"I don't know." Tim said puzzled, "Probably damage from a tornado or something. A couple of the places was vacant when I moved. Never met the people who lived there either."

We continued past, until we came to a driveway, which I turned onto. The property was surrounded by a wall, and the driveway was gated. The house sat in the center of the property, with a small shed sitting about ten yards to the side of the garage.

"Wow. It looks even better in person."

Once we checked out the house and unloaded our bags, we all rode up to the Kroger to buy groceries, because the kitchen was painfully devoid of sustenance, and all of us were famished. Tim and Wally especially.

"Well, well. Look who's here!"

We all turned, and at the end of the aisle stood a heavy set green eyed boy with a thick mop of curly dirty blond hair. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a Iron Maiden t-shirt, and a black Aeropastel hooded jacket. On his head sat a Davison Cardinals baseball cap, and the hood of his jacket was raised despite the hat.

He was staring at Tim with a garish grin on his face, and there was a light in his eyes that just screamed incoming mischief yet to be unleashed.

"Aaron?" Tim asked excitedly, and at the others nod he bounded down the aisle and tackled the boy.

"I take it you're glad to see me?" Aaron joked, "Good to know. I might not have to kick your ass for not telling me of your impending return."

"As if you could take me in a fight." Tim joked.

"I have a sword. Of course I could." Aaron deadpanned.

The two boys looked at each other for a few moments, their faces blank and serious. Tim cracked first and a grin split his face, and Aaron soon followed.

"It's good to see you again, buddy." Aaron said, giving him another hug before noticing us, "Where're your folks? And why are you with the ex-singers for Cold Embrace and some random kid?"

Jude groaned when he heard that. Wally and I just snickered.

"Um. Mom and dad are in prison." Tim said, highly uncomfortable, "Dads adopted me."

'Nice to meet you. Big fan, love your music, long live rock and roll, thanks for taking Tim in." Aaron rambled off toward Jude and I quickly before returning his focus to Tim, "Why are your parents in jail?"

"Assault on a minor. They hit Wally, and plus... well, they, uh..." Tim said, turning a little whiter.

"They what?" Aaron asked carefully, his voice predicting correctly that he would not like he answer he was about to receive.

"They were charged with child abuse and neglect." Tim mumbled, "They used to beat on me a lot."

Aaron's demeanor shifted in seconds.

He cracked his neck and then he bowed his head. His brow furrowed into a deep from as his lip curled into a snarl. His back stiffened, and he started shaking. He clenched his fists into a white knuckled grip and growled.

Wow, this kid is actually kind of terrifying. I guess his reputation was deserved.

"Is there a chance of them getting out?" Aaron purred dangerously.

"No." I answered, "Their isn't."

"Pity." Aaron lamented, "I would have loved to introduced them to Ulysses."

"Who's Ulysses?" Wally asked.

"My samurai sword." Aaron said nonchalantly.

Tim slapped him on the shoulder.

"Oh be quiet. You've never had to use it anybody, and you probably never will." Tim teased.

"The hell I haven't used it on somebody!" Aaron exclaimed, "Somebody broke into the house in the middle of the night a couple of months ago. Damn near took his head off. That's why there's still a sign on our front door saying: these doors are here for your protection, not ours, trespass at your own peril."

Tim snorted.

"You still have that sign?" Tim chuckled.

"You made it for me, of course I still have it." Aaron said as if he was pointing out the obvious.

"Oh, uh... how's Riley."

"He's... same as the last you asked." Aaron said sadly, "Still won't leave his house. Maybe if I rope Casey into it, the three of us can convince him to go to a movie with us or something, just to get him out of the house."

"Speaking of which, don't tell Casey or Riley I'm back yet." Tim said, "I want it to be a surprise."

"Can do, captain." Aaron said with a mock salute, "I'd love to stay and talk more, but mom and dad are probably wondering where the hell I am."

"Yeah, tell them I said hi, okay?" Tim said.

"I will. See you at school tomorrow, right?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah." Tim said, "Wally and I are looking forward to it. You and Casey'll have to show us around the place."

"We will. See you then, dude." Aaron said.

We all turned and started to walk away.

"And Tim?"

We all turned back.

"Welcome home, brother." Aaron said.

He offered us a genuine smile, before placing his headphones in his ears and strutting back down the aisle towards the cash registers.

A small smile took residence on Tim's face for the rest of the day as he bickered playfully with Wally.

We bought enough food to last for nearly a month, and after eight trips back and forth to the Aston, we finally sat down to relax for a few minutes before it was time for Jude and I to start fixing dinner. As we sat at the dinner table that night, we all were quiet until Tim raised his glass.

"Can I make a toast?" He asked.

"Yeah, of course." Jude said with a small smile.

"Here's to a new beginning." Tim said.

We all raised our glasses to touch his

"To a new beginning." We said in unison before draining our glasses.

LONG AN#2: The new chapter finally arrives, and Jonnor and kids arrive in their new town. I think I gave enough detail. I had to actually get in my car and drive back up to Davison for a couple of days to refresh my memory of its layout. I may have lived there for a decade, but I also hadn't actually been there in about a year and a half. Some details of the surrounding area have been altered from real life to reflect the fact that this chapter takes place over eleven years into the future.

Also, a sadder not to end the chapter.

This story, at long last, is reaching its conclusion. Chapter 55 will most likely be the epilogue. I have been writing this story since before Season 3A aired, and it is the length of a novel. I am very proud of my work, and in the words of one of my favorite reviewers, m'j doom, this story is my baby. Although, it would be interesting to see somebody else write a spinoff about the kids... *wink wink, nudge nudge*.

By no means is this going to be my final foray into the Jonnor fandom. I plan to write a short four or five chapter crossover between the Fosters and Harry Potter, the rewrite of Shared, as well as finishing or abandoning my stupid Fosters/Terminator crossover. I'm optimistic about it, and I hope you guys keep reading. Every read and review I receive means the world to me.

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