So... new story! Belonging is like my main focus out of writing-y stuff but I had an idea and decided to write it, so here it is!

Summary: AU at pilot. What is her foster father took Callie back in? What would have happened then? Would Callie and Jude still have found the Fosters? And how?

I know it's been done before, but here's my take on it...

Note; Callie seems a little OOC... sorry?

As always, please review, favourite, or follow if you like it :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all... at ALLLLLLLL!

Updated 11/07/17

Chapter One

She should be grateful. That's what they kept telling her. Grateful that her foster father had been willing to take her back. Grateful that she got to see her brother again. Grateful that they weren't getting split up. She got that, understood what they meant, really, she did. But to be grateful to be back in that run down and neglected house, to be grateful to be back in the care of a narcissistic asshole with a drinking problem, to be grateful for the ignorance of the Foster Care System? Yeah, right.

With a sigh, she kicked at the dusty carpet, causing a stone that had been hiding on it to fly across the room, hitting the faded and peeling, paisley coloured wallpaper of the wall opposite.

"Callie!" Bill, her social worker, warned and shot her a look. She looked past him, at the large, brute of a man who he's been talking to, and gave him a tight-lipped, angry smile.

"Hi Jim."

"Callie." Bill repeated, in the same tone he'd previously employed with her.

"I was just saying 'hello'," She shrugged, feigning innocence, "What's wrong with that?"

She turned back to her foster father. "Hi Jim."

"Callie!" Bill said for the third time, his exasperation at the teen clear in his voice.

"Callie." Jim nodded.

"CALLIE!" The whirlwind that was her twelve year-old brother yelled as he rushed from the other room and hugged her tightly. "You're here!"

"Hey Bud!"

Just his presence caused her anger to melt right away and a genuine smile to take it's place. She loved how excited he was to see her again, how it mirrored her own, hidden joy at seeing him. Only Jude could do that, only Jude could calm her down, or make her be able to still cope with their situations, no matter how crappy they were. That was what had made being in Juvie so hard, not being able to see him, to check that he was okay, healthy and safe. To make sure he hadn't been hit since.

One look at his face and her smile disappeared. Large, ugly bruises trailed down the side of his face, along his jawline. Tenderly, she reached out and gently ran her fingers along them.

"You're hurt."

"So are you." Wanting to distract her, and eager to protect her in more than one way, Jude motioned to the bruises on her face, along with her cut lip. "What happened?"

She shrugged again, "Just some girls at Juvie." She told him, "So what happened to you?"

He didn't say anything, looking down at his feet and she sighed. She already knew, they both did, but his silence only confirmed it.

Turning to her foster father, she glared at him, her hands clenched into fists.

"Wow, Jim," She drawled, "You're getting sloppy."

"Excuse me?!" He snarled, stepping closer to Callie so that they were almost nose-to-nose. "What did you say?"

Bill blanched at their socialisation, before looking down at his watch. It was late and he didn't have the time to intervene - so instead he decided to turn a blind eye. Jude stood frozen, in the corner, his dark brown eyes fixed on his sister as he clamped his hands onto his ears, preparing himself for the yelling that was sure to come.

"I said," Callie responded, refusing to seem scared in front of him as she worked hard to keep her voice steady and the tremble out of it. "That you're getting sloppy - most people know that if you're going to beat a kid to do it where the marks won't show."

"Callie!" Embarrassment coloured her social worker's voice, "I'm so sorry, Jim, I'm sure she didn't mean that."

The teen in question opened her mouth to say otherwise but quickly closed it upon the look Bill shot her - she knew her words would simply fall on deaf ears.

There was a moment of silence.

"Alright, well I'll, er, be off!" Bill faked a cheerful tone as he headed towards the front door, "Callie, Jude, give me a ring if there's a problem - and behave for Mr. Pearson here, okay? Bye!" And, with a nod at Jim, he quickly exited the house.

Once Bill had left, Jim turned and glared at Callie, "Fucking bitch," He snarled at her, "Who the fuck do you think you are, eh? You're nothing an' we all know that. So what if people can tell tell how your brother got his bruises? They don't care, not about you, not about 'im. The two of you aren't nothing but a couple of foster kids - which means that nobody gives two shits about you or your fucking faggot of a brother, got it?"

"Don't call him that!" She glanced over her shoulder to check that Jude had his ears covered, which he did. She hated it when people called him names, picking up on his differences and using them as a reason to hate him. "Don't fucking call him that!"

"DON'T FUCKING SWEAR AT ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH! SHOW ME A LITTLE FUCKING RESPECT!"

She laughed at that, at the ridiculous request and equally ridiculous notion. Big mistake.

"Fucking bitch!" He repeated, his eyes full of a mixture of hatred and disgust. Without warning he backhanded her across the face, the loud crack! of flesh hitting flesh seeming to echo around the room as she fell to floor from the force of the hit.

Standing up, she dusted her jeans and glared at him. "Wow, I'm home, what, ten minutes and you're already hitting me? Yeah, you're right, obviously I should totally respect you, make you my role model, even."

She knew it was silly to provoke him, but it was either that or cry. At least this way she was partly in control. She could handle being hurt, what she couldn't handle was upsetting Jude but, judging by the small whimper he let out and the worry in his eyes, she'd done just that. Fortunately for the two of them, Jim wasn't drunk enough to beat her until she apologised and showed some sign of 'respect'. Instead, he just cursed under his breath and made his way to the front door, pushing Callie with more force than necessary as he passed her.

"Fucking teenagers."

He left the house and within a minute the sound of an engine could be heard as he started the car and drove off. Callie knew where he was going - to the local pub where he'd drink until he was pissed beyond measure and stumble home in the early hours of the morning. When they'd first came to be in his care it had seen that way and obviously that hadn't changed during the months she'd been in Juvie for.

Turning, she went to comfort her brother, knowing he'd be upset. He stood there, tears rolling down his face, his thin body shaking ever so slightly. Sighing, she put out an arm and encased him into a one-armed hug, resting her chin on the top of his head,absent-mindedly rubbing the spot on her jaw where Jim had just hurt her, whilst comforting her brother.

She was meant to be grateful for this? Yeah right, no fucking chance.