So, at some point I'll be finishing my momma's stories. I tried to tonight and just couldn't get the feel for any of them, instead I am writing the sequel me and Momma talked about writing for "Mom and Momma". I am back tracking a little, to the day Callie met Karah, the day after the Helen incident, waiting for Lena in the music room. This will have two main plots, Callie/Karah and Lena/Stef/pregnancy. It probably won't make sense unless you read "mom and Momma"

Callie walked down the hall, it was a half hour after school and she was waiting for her Momma, who was going to drive her to her emergency therapy appointment, Lena having called this morning, after Stef had gotten her back from Hellen's the night before. She still felt jumpy, and was hoping Theresa, her psychiatrist would prescribe her something to get through the next few days. She had already had two panic attacks, feeling defeated of having such a setback.

"I reserved this room," Callie looked up to see a tan skinned girl, looking upset that she had just walked into the music room of the school.

"Sorry, I didn't realize," Callie said, pulling her arms around her chest, "I'm trying to find somewhere to wait for my mom to get done."

"Your one of principle AdamFoster's kids, right?"

"Yeah," Callie said somewhat with a sigh. It was one thing she didn't like. Being known as the vice principle's kid.

"Sorry, I dind't mean it in a bad way," Callie looked up at the sincerity in the girl's voice, "God, I wish she were my mother, at least I wouldn't disappoint her like I do my own." Callie didn't know what to say, but took a couple more steps into the room, taking the talking as the girl's acceptance of her, "I mean..." the girl let out half a laugh, "I guess I can tell you, with two moms you can't really be homophobic, right? I'm a lesbian. Oh, and my name's Karah, with an 'H' at the end. I guess it would be better for you to know my name before my sexuality, right?" she ended quickly from embarrassment.

"I'm Callie, with a 'C'" Callie joked lightly with a smile, "and no, I'm not homophobic," she stood there awkwardly, not sure how to respond to the fact that Karah 'with an h' was a lesbian. Not when she... 'NO' she told herself firmly, "so, what do you play?" Callie asked trying to break the awkwardness in the room.

"Oh, I don't play, I sing. I'm working on my audition for the LA symphonic girl's choir," Karah said straightening her music.

"What song are you doing. That's a really good choir."

"My mom wants me to do Ave Maria but I really want to do a newer song, a country one," Karah shrugged.

"Do you have any idea of what one?" Callie asked as she sat down, pulling out her guitar from it's case. She pulled out a folder that she kept her music in, a lot of it being newer country.

"The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert," Karah said with an almost shameful face, "I know country isn't hat most highschoolers are into around here but-" Callie cut off Karah's babbling by handing her her second copy to the song.

"What if I play and you sing? That way I get my practice in and you get to work on what you want to?" Callie asked. The grin that started to on Karah's face made Callie start to tune her guitar. When Karah started to sing Callie had to remind herself to play, finding herself stopping to listen to Karah sing. She had never heard anyone their age sing with such passion. Callie could hear the pain and longing in Karah's voice. It was then that she understood what people said they heard in her playing.

"Hey, are you alright?" Karah asked. Callie looked up and realized her eyes were filled with tears.

"Yeah," Callie said, wiping her eyes quickly.

"The song gets to me too," Karah said, taking a long drink from her water bottle. Callie couldn't figure out why she couldn't take her eyes off of Karah, forcing herself to look away but her eyes drifting back to her.

"Callie, Bug, it's time to go," Callie looked over to see Lena standing in the doorway, a sweater wrapped around her and a shoulder bag bulging over one shoulder.

"If you ever want to get together to play again, I'm here after school Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays," Karah said as Callie packed her guitar away.

"How is it coming, Karah?" Lena asked the girl that she knew had a mom that was too hard on her.

"Good, Callie was helping me on something new," Karah smiled.

"I'm glad to hear that, have a good evening," Lena said as Callie walked out of the room.

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"How are you doing, Love Bug?" Lena asked as they sat in the waiting room, Callie's leg vibrating, as Lena placed her hand on Callie's knee and rubbed it gently.

"Ok," Callie said, but it was a lie. She didn't like the car ride where she could hear the doors lock audibly, even the open windows didn't help the locked in feeling. Now she was in a small waiting area.

"Hi Callie," Dr. Harper smiled, walking into the waiting room.

"Hi," Callie replied with a small smile in return.

"Is Mom coming with us today?" She asked as Callie stood. Callie turned to look at Lena.

"Whatever you want, Baby," Lena assured her.

"Yes," Callie said finally. Lena stood and followed the doctor and patient back towards her office. Callie sat in an arm chair where multiple were put in a circle, facing each other, Lena sat beside her. Lena grabbed Callie's hand when she jumped from the door clicking shut.

"Maybe it would be better if we left the door cracked," Lena suggested as she watched her daughter go pale.

"Would you rather have the door open, Callie?" Dr. Harper asked.

"Please," Came a horse whisper.

Harper opened the door and stuck a door jam to leave it cracked. Sitting in a chair opposite the mother and daughter she looked at the both, "It sounded like it was a hard weekend for the whole family," Harper said.

Lena nodded in agreement, "Yeah," Callie spoke.

"Can you tell me about it?" Harper asked.

"My moms forgot to renew their fostering liscense, and I was taken to another foster home," Callie said, looking at the ground.

"That must have been scary, being taken away from your family," Harper filled the silence that followed, "What happened at the home?"

"Hellen, the foster parent, was alright I guess, I helped clean around the house, she made food, even if it was bad cooking."

"Did something happen there, that upset you? My most recent concern is you don't look comfortable when doors are closed."

"She locked me in the upstairs bedroom, at 7:30 when she went to watch tv in her room and didn't let me out until 9 the next morning."

"That must have been scary," Harper commented, watching as Callie gripped Lena's hand, "What went through your head when she did that?"

"Juvi," Callie said softly, "It reminded me of everytime they would lock the doors to our cells.

An hour later Callie and Lena left with a prescription for sleeping pills for Callie, hopefully to put herself in a deep enough sleep to not wake up every couple of hours to nightmares. The fears, like she assumed, would just have to get better with time.