AN: Hey so this wasa comission for my friend. I am currently open to commissions, feel free to contact me if you are interested in a fanfic as well. Hope you enjoy the story. (She really made me watch Breaking Bad for this.)

Jesse couldn't believe his bitch of a mother could just leave him out in the streets like that. He was officially completely and utterly fucked. He had nowhere to go, no money, no car and it seemed no dignity. His "friends" would not help him anymore, and after the whole fiasco of his interrogation he no longer wanted to risk it. If he got caught, he was fucked. He had to go see Mr. White, his stupid chemistry professor. At least he had his stinky porta-potty smelling camper. While he pondered what other options he had, he came to the realization that even though he thought he was a suave speaking motherfucker, he had no friends, no one to rely on, no power. He thought his stupid bald ex-professor would be easier to manipulate in the world of addiction, but he proved to be stupidly stubborn. As depressing as his life seemed he still needed a stable place that didn't smell like shit, a shower and his cut from the most dangerous business he had ever done. The only thing he had to do was drive to Mr. White's house.

…..

Walter's life seemed to take a turn for the worse. He thought that having cancer was already enough, but no. He had made a stupid deal with a stupid kid he already knew was a disaster, he had almost been killed and for what? This shady business was supposed to leave enough money for his family once he was out of this world, and yet after all he had been through with the Pinkman kid, he could no longer live a normal life. After the whole disaster with Tuco and his fake mental breakdown he tried to tend to his family, to be the parent and caring husband he had always been… but Skyler kept walking out on him no matter how hard he tried to fix his relationship, and his son no longer wanted to be known by HIS name. He was so stupid to even enter this "deal" with the most irresponsible person he could have ever encountered. He was supposed to be the street smart one, but it seemed he could not even do THAT.

As he kept thinking how he could fix things Skyler walked out to the living room. She was determined to leave once more, something Walter could not allow.

"Skyler wait, I-I made breakfast. Fo-For us, just, just us. Maybe… we could talk things a second time? Clear some things up?"

Even though he spoke calmly he could not help but feel a certain anger towards his wife for not allowing things to just go back to normal. He was doing his best to demonstrate his love for her and yet she didn't seem enticed at all at the prospect of eating with him. HIM, HER HUSBAND.

"No… Walter I – I actually have to go, I have an- something. "

"Bu-But, come on Skyler, I really worked hard on this one… are you sure you have no time?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I, I really need to get going."

She started rushing and shut the door hard once she got out of the house. Walter immediately went after her and after trying to convince her to talk to him she just drove away, leaving him in the driveway alone once more. While Walter could not believe his situation with his wife, as he looked up he did not want to believe what he was seeing. There it was, the fucking camper that got his life in a complete and utter mess.

…..

He was fucked. As long as no one focused on the huge ass, dirty camper parked next to a house, no one would know better. Unfortunately for Jesse, the police where sniffing around his shit, he just hoped Mr. White could give him his part and he could fuck off and figure out his life.

While he kept thinking, attempting to make a plan to have a better future a furious knock was heard on the door. He was spooked, maybe the police found him? Maybe they realized he was in the shoot-out and that he was selling Meth. Resigned, he could only go and open the door and hope it was some granny that wanted him out of her street. As soon as he opened the door Mr. White just forced his way in and shoved him aside.

"What's wrong with you? WHY ARE YOU BLUE?"

"Yo, Mr. White, chill man."

"How can I 'chill' when you DARE come to my house, endanger Me and MY FAMILY!"

"I'M SORRY ALRIGHT! I'M SORRY! I had nowhere else to go and I thought you could help me out?"

Walter couldn't believe it. What a stupid kid.

"What? So you thought I would let you stay in my house? WITH MY WIFE AND KID?"

"Well, at least give me my money then!"

Jesse just looked so pitiful and done. Walter just sighed and decided to get over with it. As he calmed down, he let out a long, tired sigh.

"Come on, just don't touch anything."

…..

While Jesse waited on Mr. White's living room, he couldn't help but take a look around his house. While the things were old and well used, it definitely gave the vibe that a family was living there, the pictures, the little souvenirs. Things that Jesse couldn't help but want in this stage of his life after all he went through. He just wanted that feeling, to belong to something or at least somebody. As he went to take a closer look of a picture he heard the steps of an approaching Mr. White. He stopped what he was doing and turned around to face him.

"Here. Take it and leave."

"Yeah… thank you."

Not even a fraction of pity from the bald man, even after all they have gone through together. But Jesse was used to just being something people could dispose of. While he looked at the money, he couldn't help but wonder, was it really all worth it? For this tiny little stack of bills? It didn't matter, at least he had something to ground him and help him out.

"Alright…I um, I guess I'll just leave then."

"WAIT! Wait, Jesse. I…Do you; do you want something to eat? I uh, I made breakfast but Skyler didn't even want to share it."

"I um…" Jesse didn't know if he should accept, but he was fucking hungry. "Sure…Mr. White."

As they sat down and began to eat, an awkward air just began to grow around the pair. This felt weird, to be dining with their cooking partner. While the food was certainly tasty Mr. White didn't seem to be eating much, something Jesse couldn't help but notice.

"Is uh, is everything alright Mr. White?"

"Well, it's… well after all this, this fiasco I, my life is just falling apart. I just want to go back to, to what I had. My son…Skyler."

As he was talking to Jesse, Mr. White just kept staring at him, as if asking Jesse for help. Help with what? Jesse wondered. He was way more fucked than him, he at least had a home. But still, Jesse was a people-pleaser, and he couldn't help but think of ways to make Mr. White feel better.

"Well, I know it ain't much help Mr. White but uh; you're a great cook!"

He just looked at Jesse with that angry stare.

"I meant in the kitchen, not on the uh Meth…"

"Oh! Well uh… thank you, Jesse."

…..

Walter felt for the first time in a while satisfied. His family was just plainly avoiding him, he needed to be acknowledged by someone, even if it was a stupid kid. It was weird though, he felt very satisfied with just feeling smarter than him. It was as if even though he had cancer and had no money to guarantee his livelihood and that of his family, at least he wasn't plain stupid like Jesse Pinkman. Maybe that is all he needed. To have someone that just depends on him completely. Maybe. But he definitely didn't want it to be Jesse.

"I… Mr. White. I don't know what to do. I ran out of options man. I… do you maybe know someone or have a random place?"

And as always Walter was the one that had to solve the kid's problems. He should feel annoyed by now, but as he started to suspect, this feeling of absolute power over Jesse gave him a huge rush.

"Well, uh, maybe. But it would have to cost you. I also need money as you know."

"What? Yo, Mr. White, that ain't cool man! I have worked just as hard as you! I need the money man! I lost EVERYTHING because of your greedy ass!"

"Hey! HEY! SHUT. UP. JESSE. IT IS BECAUSE OF ME YOU EVEN HAVE SOMETHING!"

As Walter screamed, he just kept pointing at the kid, this was not their first fight at all, but it certainly was the first one where he felt glad he just had someone to scream at.

"YEAH! WHAT? SO I SHOULD JUST KISS YOUR ASS AND THANK YOU ON MY KNEES FOR, FOR ALMOST BEING KILLED!"

"No. You should THANK ME FOR ALWAYS SAVING YOUR STUPID ASS JESSE! WITHOUT ME YOU ARE NOTHING!"

Jesse seemed to shrink with Walter's words. While his face was red from the screaming session, his eyes just started shining with tears of frustration. This was a look Walter seemed to really enjoy. He wanted that pathetic expression to remain on the kids face. It brought him strange pleasure to think he held so much power over someone.

In an act of frustration Jesse launched himself towards Walter, he started smacking him with his dirty hands in a stupid attempt at regaining something. Walter was shocked, he didn't know how to react. Once he got his breath back he began to grab at Jesse to try and stop him. He successfully grabbed his arms and with a lot of effort got to be on top. He forced Jesse's arms at his sides, leaving his head thrashing around finding something that would give him leverage. Once he realized there was nothing he could do he just hit his head on the ground, a clear signal that he gave up.

Walter released him but stayed on top of Jesse. He remained angry with him, but at the same time this was the most alive he felt ever since his diagnosis, all thanks to the stupid kid bellow him. Jesse was panting hard under him, and that kind of exited him. To see he had control over the life of someone that wasn't his own for the first time. Jesse needed him, but did Walter need Jesse? He feared he actually did. Walter was afraid to need someone, it meant he was weak, that he cared to much. Walter cared about Jesse, but it was better for both of them that he had all the power, all the control. He stood up and left Jesse on the floor, he couldn't look at him, not right now.

"Leave."

"But Mr. White I -"

"I said leave!"

Walter walked to his and Skyler's room. He hoped that by the time he came out, Jesse would no longer be there, because if he saw him again, he was afraid that he could not let him go. Even if he had all the power in their business, he feared Jesse held all of the power over him, because for just one moment while they were both panting on the floor, tired of their little fight Walter wanted to kiss him and never let go.