Thanks to Ally R. Swan for reviewing.

Hello i'm so sorry for not updating in months. From the middle of November on I've been working on oneshots, and several of them I'd started in 2012/2013. Anyway. Now those are finished except for one I gave up on. And now, as we're in 2021 I'm getting back to working on my stories as I usually do.

If there'll be a long A/N for this chapter? I just wanted to say that since the last chapter I finished a story and started some. And I'm not going to list them, if you're interested in them you can just go on my profile. But I just want to brag some about aaaaaaallllllllll the oneshots I've written.

-If only I could find the answer- Cobra Kai
-Words I could say, feelings I couldn't- Cobra Kai (Written for Epilepsy/ seizure/ SUDEP awareness and in memory of Pat Morita)
-Could this really be the truth- Cobra Kai (AU right after the end of season 2)
-Different son, different dad- Cobra Kai
-The forgotten kitchen towel- O. C.
-Give my heart a break- The dumping ground
-Crazy famous wolfmoon- Harry Potter
-Second chances I never thought I'd have- Julie and the phantoms
-Secrets kept- Harry Potter
-Without you I'm in pain- Twilight
-A wealth bigger than all- Ghost whisperer
-All I want for Christmas- Annie (In memory of Ann Reinking and Albert Finney)
-Some things change, some do not- Julie and the phantoms
-Parents and children- Julie and the phantoms

Can you see I was a bit obsessed with Cobra Kai for a while? I posted one just before I posted the last chapter of this as well and I started one multi-chapter-story.

I still would have thought I was too nervous and scared to fall asleep. But I must have anyway, because suddenly I jumped awake as someone knocked on the door.

I as good as flew up from where I sat and ran towards the door.

"David?"

I ripped the door open and even called his name, that was how certain I was it would be the one to be there.

Not David!

"Hello officer." A policeman was standing right outside with another one right behind him. "Have you found anything yet?" The man didn't answer me, but held up something of blue fabric and I lost my breath.

"Is this David's?"

The policeman was holding onto a blue hoodie of David's style and size.

"Yes."

"We found it on a bench at the bus station… but only the shirt. We unfortunately didn't find him."

I could feel my stomach twist and I felt mostly like getting sick right then and there.

"Well miss. I think we have done everything here that can be done right here. So we'll just get out there searching again. If you hear anything you know we're only a phone call away." I didn't look up fromm the shirt. "Hey. Thousands and thousands of children gets lost. The very most of them are found again within forty-eight hours safe and sound." I nodded without looking at them. "I know I can't tell you not to worry but I'm sure he'll be back here in no time."

The police closed the door again after them and left a silence that was thick enough to cut through with a knife.

"Did I hear the door?" I had been alone when the police came but all of a sudden Mike was right with me and with his hand on my back. "…Oh. Is this David's?" I nodded. "Did they say where they found it?"

"The bus station."

Mike froze for a few seconds, and I could see that he was thinking the exact same thing as me- that he could have gotten on a bus and gone wherever.

I hung David's hoodie over a kitchen chair. Knowing I should probably have stayed awake I was just too tired, and I sat down put my elbow on the table and my head in my hand and there I fell asleep.

"Emma…" I suddenly felt someone shaking my shoulder and waking me up. "Emma? Wake up. I need to ask you something."

"Peityn…" I forced myself awake and looked towards the clock- half past four. "What is it sweetie?"

"Is David still gone?"

The memories of the last time I had been awake suddenly caught up with me. How the police had rang the doorbell and how David's hoodie hung on the back of the chair I sat in.

"Yes."

"Then why is his shirt here?"

"The police found it outside."

It was quiet for a while. Really quiet for several minutes and I was only stroking them away carefully when silent tears ran down Peityn's cheeks.

"It's my fault isn't it?"

"No Peityn." I played the fight from dinner over and over in my head, I could understand it if she thought so but I still didn't think it was. "It wasn't."

"It is a bit. I shouldn't have shouted those things at him. I do think he would be a good foster child for someone… It was just that I really want one too and then I said that to David and it was actually mean. And now he's gone and he might be hurt and…" Peityn stopped talking, put her head in her hands and cried so she hyperventilated.

I hugged her and held her tight.

If there was just something else I could have done.

If I could only tell where David had gone...

And if I could only have told what he was thinking when he ran away. He had left the covers so we'd believe that he was still in his room. Did he know he'd add to the mess that was already made of what he'd done earlier and Wheezy's eating disorder and everything?

Peityn fell asleep on my lap. But I couldn't have fallen back asleep for anything in the world. So for the rest of the night I just sat on the same kitchen chair and stared right in front of me.

"That's David's hoodie."

At last, towards the morning side of the night I must have dozed off anyway. Because I flinched awake when Ashton came downstairs for her breakfast and commented on the hoodie that hung on a chair by the table.

"Is he back?"

I had to think for a second and tried to remember what had happened tonight.

"Or has he been out all night?"

"He's been out all night…" I stretched and hugged Peityn before she crawled down from my lap with tears still rolling down her cheeks. "I just wish I knew where he was."

"And all of us with you." George had come into the kitchen too- I wasn't so much aware that he was in the house. "I've lost count on how many hours you've been here now Emma. But you do have the night shift until tomorrow. So if I were you I'd go home some- and you should."

"I'll be fine." George sighed. "What?"

"I'm just distressed that David hasn't come back yet." George pulled a hand through his dark, greying hair. "My gosh. This place really do give me all grey hairs… I still think you should go home Emma. Luce and Mike did."

"I don't have…"

Suddenly a yell from someone echoed through the house.

"JIM IS HAVING A SEIZURE."

Well that was everything missing, wasn't it?

Random fact

It just seems like the worst thing that could ever happen. Like nothing is worse than knowing nothing at all. Someone you know just disappears and you don't know where they are, except they have to be somewhere, they can't have just gone up in smoke. I usually think about it whenever I see something from missing people on person… It's just got to be the worst thing ever. And especially if it's a child that's so small they might not be able to care for themselves.