Author's Note: I'm pretty sure this is horrible, but after watching the season 3 premiere this idea just wouldn't leave my head and I would really like to sleep. Any feedback would be appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Everyone was buzzing around the kitchen. It was a typical day at the Adams Foster house.

Jude came down for breakfast and heard Mariana on the phone with Jesus. He listened silently, most of his mind worried about what he would say to Connor once he met up with him at school.

Mariana passed the phone to Callie and then gave Jude a private wink. He knew everyone except for Brandon, who had to rush out the door, had already spoken with his now long distance brother, but he and Mariana both knew why he didn't need to.

Sharing a room together had brought the two surprisingly close. Of course they still bantered like all brothers do, especially in front of other people, but they had a rock solid bond that had solidified over time.

Especially at night.

It started with the nightmares Jude would have on a regular basis during his first few weeks in his new home. Jesus would be woken up by whimpers, a scream, or sometimes just the rustle of the sheets as his new foster brother tossed and turned.

He may have been little when he was adopted, but he still remembered what it was like to be scared and uneasy in a new place. Remembered the nightmares his sister used to have.

So, he would wake Jude up and they would stay up talking until they both passed out from exhaustion. He knew how to comfort Jude without being coddling. He made the other boy feel not only safe, but secure in his place with these new people.

As time wore on, their nightly conversations became a routine, long after the nightmares had ended. They would unload their problems on each other, offering advice or sometimes just good natured snarking. It was something they had both come to depend on.

When Jesus was getting ready to leave home, he sat Jude down and confessed that not only was he going to miss him, but he didn't know how he was going to be able to sleep without their nightly talks.

So, every night around the same time, Jude's phone would ring. He'd go up to his room and talk to his brother until he heard snoring on the other end.

No one knew about their nightly conversations except Mariana, who Jude had told during a nail painting session right after she had been released from the hospital.

So no, he didn't scramble to talk to his brother that hectic morning.

He didn't need to.