Hey everyone! Umm so yeah it's been a while...sorry...I have like a million excuses lined up but honestlythe truth is I'm not the most...motivated person (basicallyI'mlazy). So this chapter took me a really long time cause I finished supernatural and the fosters and just wasn't really into them but I'm gonna keep writing this so don't worry folks! I'm sorry if this chapter sucks, I'm not too happy with it but at least it's an update and yeah. Well, this awkward note has dragged on for waaaaayyyyy too long so enjoy!

Disclaimer:I DONT OWN EITHER OF THESE SHOWS AND I NEVER WILL OK?!

A normal day at school. That was all that Sam asked for. It was normal, really. That was until Timothy's class. He felt like he was forgetting something important. Something about Timothy. Nothing came to mind. He couldn't shake off the bad feeling developing in his stomach though. The class was fine, and if something wasn't bothering him so badly he would have enjoyed it like he usually enjoyed all his classes.

Timothy also decided that the perfect assignment would be to write a five-page essay about family. Well, shit. What was he supposed to say to that?My family hunts monsters but they're not exactly around at the moment because I ran away.Right. Time to go to the only other reasonable solution: lying.Fun.

The day only went downhill from there. They had all agreed to meet up at the car fifteen minutes after classes went out. Well, about that. On his way to the car, a foot shot out and he found himself on the hallway floor. Jesus, please no. He scrambled up in record time and kept walking. He had too much experience with bullies to know not to provoke them.

"Hey! New kid! Where do you think you're going!" A tall guy appeared in front of him. Oh, shit.

He considered saying something sassy, or just knocking him out here and now, but he had just got this amazing opportunity at a new school. He would never ruin that. And, the two-other people behind the tall guy looked murderous. He decided to ignore them and press on.

"Hey, man, I'm talking to you! What happened to your face, you freak?" Just a little further. But something in the guy's words made his heart beat in anger. He felt himself slowly turn back to him. Adrenaline started to rush through him, only magnified when the guy pushed him. He really shouldn't get involved.

He thought he saw Timothy out of the corner of his eye, smiling, but doing nothing to stop the situation. Fine. He would do this alone. He shoved the guy back. It was a small shove, barely more than a push, really. But that really did it. He full out tackled Sam. People started to crowd around. Great, the next thing he needed was publicity on his first day. They started a chant of 'Frank,' so he guessed that was the kid's name, but he really didn't have the time to care. He scrambled up and pushed Frank off him, quickly dodging a punch thrown at him and kicking out his leg. Frank was on the floor in a second, and he prayed to god that none of his new foster 'siblings' saw his well-tuned reflexes. He began to walk away, wanting nothing more to do with Frank, but, of course, Frank had friends. When was his life ever easy? As a girl and guy stormed towards him, he took fighting stance. He knew how easy it would be to just take them both out, but the risk was great. He didn't want to get into trouble on his first day, or for anyone he knew to see him. Wait.Too late for that,he thought as he saw Brandon, Nick, and Jesus in the crowd surrounding him, expressions of shock on their faces. Why would none of them do anything about it?

Frank's friends both levelled him with glares. They were testing him, he realized. They all were testing his capabilities, how far he'd go. Suddenly, they were on him, and using the moves his dad taught him, they were both on the ground in less than twenty seconds, him not taking a blow. Not wanting anything else to do with it, he stormed for the car, hoping no one would tell Lena what went down.

"Sam! Sam, what the hell was that?" His temporary family was following him, but it really didn't matter. He was given a chance, he blew it, he'd be going to another school with new people in no time.

He turned around and gave them a look that shut them up pretty quickly and slammed the car door.

They all piled in for a silent ride.

When they got to the makeshift theater though, the tension dissipated a little as they all worked for hours correcting anything they could. Brandon was especially on edge, which was understandable. When they all got 'home', they had a rushed dinner, and all went straight up to do their homework. Sam, of course, got through all of it in no time, even after writing extra pages of answers. Brandon looked at him like he was crazy when he saw the amount of work Sam had finished. Part of the reason he had worked so hard on his homework was to avoid whatever was coming when Brandon was finally ready to confront him about the little 'incident' that afternoon.

Whatever. It wasn't like he could put it off any longer. But that didn't mean he couldn't stretch the truth.

Sam exhaled loudly and waited for Brandon to make the first move. He wasn't giving up any information he didn't need to. He also wasn't gonna do anything to encourage questioning. Though he did feel a twinge of guilt as he thought of a good cover story. Brandon was a good guy who had clearly had his fair share of life experience. He didn't hunt monsters or anything of the like, but he was strong in a different way. A way that Sam admired.

Brandon hesitated for a minute, choosing his words. Sam noticed the flicker of-was that fear on his face? Shit were these kids scared of him? "S-Sam, I don't mean to be…intrusive, but what is going on with you? You seem to be hiding something. I mean, the way you fight, the scars, the bruises, just the look in your eyes...I know that…life...isn't fair, that there are some monsters out there, but you are safe here. You can tell us what is going on. Iunderstand what it is like to be nervous, but we can help you ok?" Sam found himself holding back a scoff. He couldn't really be helped, as appealing as the thought was.

Damn the cover story. He really wasn't feeling like giving anyone answers tonight. He had a pounding headache, that grew even worse as a wave of exhaustion hit him.

He looked up, seeing Brandon giving him an expectant look and mumbled "Yeah, sure right, thanks," and got up to get ready to go to bed, knowing that this is not what Brandon expected but not wanting to think about his messed-up life any more than he had to. But as he laid in bed Brandon's words echoed in his head.

Maybe they can help me…

Ok sooo that was that...I'll try to get six out super soon! I'm sorry about the minor OC; I wouldn't have even given him a name except this was the perfect chance to name him after a teacher I don't like... anyways I hope you enjoyed, please leave a review, thank you to those of you who did favorite, follow, and review, and have an awesome day!