Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2007 08:08:11 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ferret Chapter 6

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1. Under age to do this, don't! (Unless you really want to but don't hold
me responsible if your folks find out!)

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Apologies to all for the delay between the last chapter and this.  If you
have read my other story, you will know that I was taken into hospital for
two weeks with a mystery virus that made me quite ill, (If you can call
temperatures of over 100F, stuff coming out of both ends and not eating
being ill!!!).  I'm now well back on the way to a full recovery, although I
am still about 6lbs lighter than I was and still not back in football
training.  I have just about caught up on all my school work so I can get
back to writing again (hurrah!!) and have fun with Jack!!  I have also
suffered from a major lack of motivation to continue writing, which I have
struggled to work through.  Forgive me if this chapter isn't up to my
`normal' standards.  Hopefully I will get out of my rut and get back to my
normal writing styles.


Ferret.

Previously in Chapter Five.


A relieved Bobby joined us after a few moments, and we were soon shown into
the offices of one Mr William Young.

I envisioned him being an old fart type lawyer, but he was actually quite
young, and decent looking as well.  He certainly caught Bobby's fancy.
Short, almost shaven brown hair, brown eyes, slim body beneath what looked
like very expensive clothes.

"Chris, it's good to see you again," he said, shaking Chris's hand.  He
took turns shaking our hands, first Bobby who looked a bit flushed at the
contact, then Billy, who returned immediately to Chris's side, then mine.

"So this is Bobby, Billy and um, Ferret?" Will said.

We all nodded.

"Has Chris explained why you are here?"

"Ferret said that Chris wanted to maybe adopt us like," Billy gushed.

"That's right Billy," Will said.  "There are a lot of things that have to
happen first though before that can take place.  I have to do a thorough
search on your backgrounds and family to see if there are any relatives who
may have a legal claim on your custody.  However, before we start that, I
need some details about the three of you, such as full names, date of
birth, where you were born, stuff like that."

"I'm Billy Anderson," said, um, Billy of course!  "I'm 12 years old, my
birthday is August 14th, and I was born in St Francis's hospital, Peckham."

"Guess you must know that I'm Bobby Anderson then," Bobby said laughing.
"The rest is the same as him, except I was born on the 15th."

Will and Chris both looked confused, and I giggled knowing the full story.

"Billy was born at 11.59pm on the 14th and Bobby three minutes later at
12.02am on the 15th.  I think they must be the only twins in the world with
different birthdays!"  I explained.

Will wrote all this down on a jotter pad, before turning to me.

"Um, my name is..."



Chapter Six.

"Matthew Jackson," I said.  "My birthday is February 16th and I'm ten.  My
Mom was murdered and I don't know who my Dad is."

I heard a slight gasp from Mr Young as I mentioned my Mom, but he soon got
over it and settled down to business.

"Okay Chris, I have spoken with the CPS and have arranged for a
representative to come over and see you later today.  He will be bringing a
temporary custody agreement that you will sign, provided he is happy with
the situation.  I have explained the boys' recent history and he is very
sympathetic to house them so I can't see it being a problem."

All three of us gulped at that statement, especially the twins.  Will could
see both of them looking uncomfortable.

"Is there a problem lads?' he asked.

Both of them looked at each other, before Billy plucked up the courage.

"Did you tell him EVERYTHING?" he asked.

Will nodded, and both the twins looked downcast.

"I had to lads, because if you are going to stay with Chris, certain
questions and examinations may take place.  If it is already noted how you
have had to survive, there will be no comeback onto Chris.  I would suggest
until it is all sorted that there is no more anal sex between any of you
until then."  Will explained sympathetically to the two young horn dogs.

Chris noticed my broad grin, as I knew that was going to affect Bobby and
Billy severely.  He tickled my side.

"What are you happy about, you little Cheshire cat?"  Chris asked.

"It's gonna kill them not to have sex for a while!" I giggled, and was
promptly pounced upon by both lads, and I had to cry uncle before I wet
myself under their attack.

We finally all settled back down into chairs as Will explained to Chris
what would happen next.  Billy was listening intently, snuggled next to
Chris, and Bobby was just listening to Will's voice.  I kinda lost interest
for a while and took stock of my life again.

"So what happens to us now?" I asked.

Chris and Will looked at me, possibly surprised that it was the youngest of
us who asked the logical question.

"Well, after the CPS have been round and signed off the temporary custody
certificate, there will be a trial period with you guys at Chris's.  You
have to go school and everything, and Chris has to prove he is capable to
look after you.  After that trial period, Chris can apply for permanent
custody of you guys if both you guys and he want to."

"You mean he can adopt us?" I asked.

Receiving nods from Will and Chris, I hugged myself into a ball and turned
away from everyone, not wanting to let people see the cracks in my
defensive barriers.  Could it be true?  Could someone really want to look
after me properly?  Tears started to leak from my eyes and I hid my face
into my defensive ball.

Chris obviously must have sensed my breakdown as I was suddenly enveloped
into an embrace by him.  My shuddering sobs wet his shoulder, and caused
the others in the room to go silent.

"What's wrong Fer?" Bobby asked, concerned for me, coming over to join into
Chris's hug.

For a few moments I couldn't answer, the sobs still racking through my
body.  Finally I managed to get under control enough to speak.

"Since my Mom died, no-one has ever told me that they want to care for me,
without wanting anything in return," I managed to get out.

I heard a sad sigh come from Chris as he held me even tighter.

"I want nothing from you Matthew, other than for you to grow up happy and
loved," Chris said.

Hearing my proper name again for the first time in over two years caused
another breakdown into tears.  I know, I'm a wuss!  I didn't care at that
point.  I had someone, finally, who wanted to look after me.

Eventually I stopped crying and looked up at the others over Chris's
shoulder.

"Sorry for wussing like that guys," I apologised. I wiped my eyes and
settled myself down, still being held by Chris.  I looked over at Billy,
wondering what he would be thinking, but saw only affection and concern for
me from his eyes, so I took the opportunity to snuggle back against my new
adult protector.

I didn't really listen to much else that was said, and soon we were heading
out the door, Chris's arm around me, guiding me back towards the car.

We got back to the car, and despite Chris trying to guide me to the front
passenger seat, I got in the back next to Bobby.  He snuggled next me.

"It's gonna be great now, you know," Bobby started.  "I know that Chris is
gonna look after us good."

I nodded my agreement and laid against him with my head in the nook of his
shoulder, relaxing again in the warmth of an embrace.

I must have nodded off again as I was woken by Chris picking me from the
back of the car.

"I'm awake," I said, meaning for him to let me walk, but he didn't put me
down.

"Let me fuss over you for a while okay kiddo?" Chris said.

I certainly had no complaints and hugged him as he carried me into the
house.  I saw Bobby and Billy struggling with the bags of clothes we'd
bought earlier, and decided I definitely made the right choice.  Chris laid
me on the sofa, and I grinned as I the evil glares from the twins as they
were employed as the bag carriers for all of our new clothes.

"Okay guys, you two can have the bedroom on the left next to the bathroom,
and Ferret here can have the smaller room on the right just past mine,"
Chris explained, issuing the orders as to where the bags should be put.

A room to myself!  I leapt up off the sofa and into Chris's surprised arms.

"Thanks for everything so far Chris," I blubbed, kissing him squarely on
the lips.

I felt an initial stiffness from Chris, but then he relaxed and kissed me
back.  Finally he put me down.

"That's a one off kiddo," Chris said.  "As much as I think you are a great
kid, I made a promise to you not to touch or think of you like that.  I
just want you to be a healthy ten year old again ok?"

I nodded, knowing that I didn't fancy him or anything anyway.  I just
wanted to show my appreciation.

I bounced into my new room, seeing all the bags from our shopping trip on
my new bed.  I got a little teary again as I was overwhelmed by how much
Chris had bought me, before attacking the bags and putting all my new
clothes away.  I was just about finished when there was a knock on my door.
I carried on putting away my socks and briefs expecting whoever it was to
come in.  I was surprised when there was another knock.

"Um, come in," I yelled out.

The door opened and Chris walked in with a stranger.  I immediately grew
wary, looking deep into his eyes.  I tended to find that when confronted
with a child looking straight at them, people tended to not be able to hide
their true intentions in their eyes.  This man was no different and I
immediately relaxed as I saw kindness there.

"Matthew, this is Mr Donaldson, who has been assigned to the twins and your
case.  He's from the CPS, Chris said as a way of introduction.

I leapt over the bed and hugged the shocked man.  I saw Chris's eyes widen
in surprise over my show of affection.

"Hi Mr Donaldson," I said.  "Are you going to let us stay with Chris?"

He stammered a little over my close contact before reply.  "Well, we need
to have a little chat first, but if you are anything like Bobby and Billy,
then I don't see why not."

Chris left us and Mr Donaldson sat on my bed, patting the space next to
him.  We had a good chat about life on the street, how I'd had to survive
by stealing, and how we'd met Chris.  I left out the fact we picked Chris
up hoping for him to screw the twins, but I included the fact that he'd
promised to take us away from that life and never hurt us, and that he'd
had the opportunity to molest me but didn't.

That seemed to satisfy Mr Donaldson and he hugged me with one arm as he
motioned me to join the others downstairs.  There was a lively discussion
raging between the twins as to what was to be watched on TV when we walked
into the lounge.  They immediately fell silent, waiting the verdict.

"Well Chris, I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be able to take these
three lads.  I know how much work you have done for the charity your foster
father set up, and I think it is great that you are willing to go even
further."

We all beamed and bounced off the walls, the sofa and anything else that
would let us bounce, as Chris and Mr Donaldson signed the custody
paperwork.

"I have to come back and check on things every fortnight for a couple of
months to make sure everything is okay," the very, very nice CPS man said.
"Provided it is, I will have no worries recommending permanent custody if
you wish it."

We all hugged each other, Chris and Mr Donaldson a few times, before we
allowed him to escape.  We settled onto the sofa, the four of us
maintaining close contact with each other however we could.

I think the emotion must have gotten to all of us as the next thing I
remember was Chris picking up a sleeping Billy to carry him upstairs.  I
nudged Bobby who woke up grumpily.

"Bed time guys," Chris said.  "School tomorrow."

Talk about ruining a perfectly good day!



End of chapter.