Far Away Memories {Ruzes & Charlie flashbacks}

Life and death situations seem to bring the unexpected out of people. Not that Charlie wasn't fully aware of the bravery and strength of her best friend, just not to this extent. A circumstance like this has never been dealt with before, leaving the horrible uncertainty of what's to come. Would both fragile seven year olds crack under pressure? Or go into solution mode and figure out their best strategy. Given that neither are wimps only the second option can be taken, and by none of then shy Jeran instead of ruthless Charlie. The dilemma has him stepping up to the plate like never before. Determined to get the both to safety even if it was the last thing he'll ever get to do. Perfect timing nonetheless, as for once the young blonde feels hopeless towards it all.

A couple of times Charlie was unsuccessful with keeping her only friend out of trouble. Even though she'd give everything she's got into convincing who'm ever that Jeran wasn't involved, it wouldn't play out in her favor. The fact that two children participated would just be too obvious. Those times were always the worst. Having him sitting next to her in the office, knowing that his parents were not going to be happy. That's exactly how she feels currently, though it's multiplied by quiet a lot. Every small slip or bump having her heart stop before racing even faster then before. The one person she feels obligated to protect is the one forced to deal with the heavy weight, literally.

Finally reaching the cave is an unexplainable relief. His tired and weak bones no longer having to lift his wounded partner. A sense of safety and security even if they're still in the mist of all this chaos. The location of this shelter is all they could of ever asked for, even with the unbearable shivers and pain. Now to only wait out the storm, though that doesn't seem to be on Jeran's schedule. Despite the horrible weather outside he actually wants to go back to retrieve their bags, as if food and matches will add comfort to this all. In a way it might, but not if he never makes it back. The idea of him leaving alone has Charlie's heart thumping with a plead to not let him go. She'd rather starve with the brutal throb then allow that.

"We can get the food in the morning." Charlie attempts to convince and tug him down to sit next to her. At this point all they can do is relax and wait it out, which is exactly what she tries to tell him to do. The part of relaxing doesn't suit with him, but he does take a plop down next to her at least. It's just an instinct to go with that particular word, just as Mrs. Ruze always says when one of them are hysterically crying over something. Guess Jeran is sort of right on account being anything but tense is impossible in this situation. Then again carrying Charlie to this cave sort of was as well, and that he managed. That was a dire need though, just as staying on guard now is.

So giving advice on relaxing seems to be nonexistent. "I don't know." Charlie admits in a hushed voice. There really isn't a way. Some vicious animal can find their way in here, or the storm could persist until they're both even too weak to journey home. Being in shelter doesn't mean they're in the clear by far with the endless possibilities of what could still happen. Shivers overtake the young blonde until an arm provides the slightest comfort, along with some soothing words on how they're going to be alright. His body temperate is just as cold but the connection still lets them share the little warmth remaining. And if Jeran's convinced that everything's okay now, then it must be true.

"Okay." She agrees, sinking into his embrace. The only thing she wants is graced upon her as Jeran remains by her side. More then that as she's allowed protection within his grasp. If it stays just like this, it all will be okay. Unexpectedly a set of warm lips hardly brush across her cheek before the adorable Brunette turns his head, but doesn't release his arm from around her. Complete opposite as he pulls his other one around for better comfort. Redness fills in as a mark on Charlie's cheek, a blush though she's certain she's never held one before. The burden of her angle even disappears for a second as nothing seems to matter. They are okay now. If only the pain could vanish for the entire night because of that sweet gesture.

Right where Jeran kissed, Charlie places over his fast beating chest. Trying to concentrate on his heart's rhythm instead of her obnoxious pain. His words are even better though, especially due to what he admits to. Of course they like each other, or else they wouldn't be friends. But the contents of what he's saying now is much different though. He's talking about liking her, something she's never considered until now. It's surprisingly too obvious though. Running away together just because people are threatening to tear them apart. The feeling's always been there even if the young, innocent minds never thought of it that way. Not until now that is.

There's no one else that Charlie would rather be with, now and for any situation. Even if it's going against her goal of keeping him out of trouble, she realizes now it's a choice she can't regret...unlike the other parts. The back and forth between feeling bad over this, and being thankful because it created that small, simple kiss. "I really like you to Jeran." She admits back through a soft, whimpering tone. There's no more hiding that horrible pain, but the guilt over this all causes her pitch even more then that. Arms wrap around his torso to repay the comfort and warmth. "I'm so sorry I got us into this mess." She apologizes in an even lighter whisper, completely conflicted on how to feel. All that really matters now is that there together, and relatively safe.

Silence takes over next. Well not completely as loud thunder follows seconds after every strike of lightning. The rain refuses to let up as well. Keeping them stuck though it wasn't like they're were going to venture from this cave anyways. With this time of night and the condition of Charlie's foot, the weather outside didn't play as big of a part as it seems. Though every rupturing noise had the youngster tensing up as if a bolt of electricity was going to find it's way into here. The newly found feelings aren't even given an opportunity of thought as fear takes over everything. It only leaves the slightest trace of comfort as they're able to be there for the other in a time they need it the most.

Warmth and the sensation of that gentle kiss upon her cheek isn't enough to erase the pain though. In no time the break has a chance to set in as much as the storm around them. With no distraction of getting to safety, or that odd feeling from his light lips, there's nothing to hold back the horrible discomfort. Suddenly the throb is the only thing consuming her, and no position alters that. The more she tries to settle it, the more aggravated it becomes. And soon enough she's unable to hold back those cries for any sort of help. Saltwater stinging her eyes before falling down her cheeks as much as the rain is pouring outside. Joined with a whimper she was giving her all to hide. As much as she wanted to keep it all from Jeran, it's no longer a reasonable task.

To make matters worse he begs for her not to cry. "I'm sorry." Charlie gets out through all of the exhaustion and pain. Her words releasing the pool of tears just waiting to fall. "It just hurts so much." She sobs despite her persistence not to. Breaths come out heavily, a sniffling following each one. The gruesome feeling fighting against her desire to fall into sleep, also she can't leave Jeran alone. After everything they've been through, he deserves her support back just as much. If only it was something she was capable of giving. Because just like that her eyes force her into the slumber her body's craving. With the comfort of her friend, and pain she'd rather sleep though, it's unavoidable. Like a light she's switched off, determined to remain in the rest that has her unaware.

Jeran! The name rings a bell like no other, though Charlie's completely oblivious to everything going on. Charlotte! Only a weird dream as she stays in the fog of her slumber. None of it matters to her, not until there's a threat of being pulled from her only friend. His grasp to make sure she's not taken only bringing her partially out of her sleep. All she knows is that she's somewhere else, and it's not where she wants to be. The only place she belongs is within Jeran's arms, and his distant voice makes it obvious that's not her current location. By the small feeling that she finds she's in someone else's, cradled up in a blanket as if she was a baby.

For a second she fights. Kicking and squirming with refusal to give into the separation from Jeran. The warmth from the clothes surrounding her, and lack of energy fueling her, has her giving back into the sleep like that. "Jeran." LIghtly escapes her as defeat and closed eyes take over. The shivers and break are just too much to bear. Is this all a dream? They couldn't possibly be taken back to town where they're destined to be split apart for good. It's all a confused mess for the one that keeps fading in and out of slumber. Not even half there whenever she is sort of conscious to what's going on.

All Charlie can remember next is much gentler, skinnier hands carrying her off to who knows where. Opening her heavy eyelids felt impossible though she manages it in the slightest. Only Brunette hair comes into her vision, delicately landing on her crumbled up body that's being held obviously by a female. It's comforting, and oh so familiar. "Mommy?" The Blonde questions in the softest voice, fighting against the drowsiness attempting to take her from this precious, rare moment. It has to though, and everything else that happens traces no where in her memory.

That's what mother's do right? Provide security and warmth when nothing else does. Charlie wouldn't really know, though she's certain that's what it is. Witnessing Mrs. Ruze with Jeran and Kyanite, and even herself quite a few time, that was her image of the role. Feeling the feminine hold was it, she knows it for a fact. Even if she doesn't exactly know who it was. That's her mother. And every instinct tells her it was Mrs Ruze herself to claim such a position. Now only a hard mattress and rough sheets greet her to the real world. It takes a bit, but her eyes eventually adjust to scope out the room. Bright blue eyes falling upon familiar figures around and in the bed at the other side of the room. Without another thought she's fully aware that their escape wasn't successful.

Everything's just as foggy as before, traveling through the woods within a set of warm arms shielding out the wind. A dream like state that felt completely unreal. The freezing temperature of her petite body, the swell that's consumed her right ankle, causing all of this confusion. Or possibly Charlie would rather just take it all as a dream. Not accept that their plan has been ruined without even putting up the smallest fight. It has though. Even past the daze that continues to stick, she knows exactly where they now are. Trees no longer surrounding them, and it's a different sort of chill that runs through her veins. The hospital's meant to be cold, it's not the strong winds of a storm causing this drift. Worst of all an embrace doesn't comfort her through all of this anymore.

Only a bright, crisp room greets her into the cruel world. That is until other senses begin to kick in, starting with a loud call of her name. Charlie! The voice that she knows better then anyone else has her snapping back fully. Shifting just slightly until she's reminded of her break with a harsh surge running through her leg and foot combined. There's no more need for tears in this place, causing her face to only squint up in displeasure. A bottom lip getting a hard bite to distract her in the smallest way. Jeran. Somehow it doesn't take long for her to aline her concerns, or for the medicine to do it's job and subside her ankle to a dull throb. Her focus becomes fully upon her best friend and his mother that are located not too far to her left. Least she hasn't been dragged away from them just yet.

The mother of Jeran's, whom Charlie has looked up to like nobody else, tends to her child that has obviously gotten worked up. With the shriek for her name, the Blonde has no doubt of what caused this. The same fear that haunts herself, that they've already been separated for good. The older Brunette softly urges him to calm down, gently touching his shoulders to gesture the way. Joined along with that sweet pitch to reassure him she's sleeping in this very room. Except that she's in not dreamland anymore, but that part doesn't matter. They're still together, even if it might only be for a little while left. Departure didn't happen in the mist of their slumber, and a comforting mom has even provided.

Eyes avert to the ceiling as soon as Charlie's spotted. She wasn't meaning to stare, just couldn't help it. So instead she begins searching around the bare room. Trying her hardest to ignore that feeling of defeat. Attention's given to her, allowing her focus to travel back to the pair she adores to no end. Tiny lips part to answer Mrs. Ruze's question, but nothing comes forth. A loss of words, and she gives in to only nod her head subtly. As okay as she'll ever be in this circumstance. Covers are pulled up to her chin by her tiny balled up hands, though it doesn't effect the brisk air in the least.

They've failed. It's even worse then the physical pain. All of that work, struggle, and sacrifice was for nothing basically. Moving to a potential stupid forever family is still going to occur. Unless they have a discrimination against a crippled, which Charlie could only hope. Most likely not though, meaning she'll be shipped away by the time she get to leave this room. Sadly Jeran's voice only makes it worse. As if being parted in their sleep would of been better because they don't have to face a heartbreaking goodbye. She doesn't want to go through that, so she just won't talk at all. As much as she wants to answer and ask how he is, she doesn't. Instead all she's capable of doing is moving to lay on her side, facing the wall opposing to the only ones she love. The blanket's pulled over her entire small frame and even head, as if it could make everything around her vanish like that. If sobs were going to overtake her again, she's determined it'll be under here where no one will know. The burden in her heart over this all is just far too much, and there's actually nothing she can do to stop it.

That's it. Just like that everything snaps back to square one like a rubber band. Worthless struggle given, only to be sick and wounded, worse off then before. To even be thankful over the time they were able to share is impossible. Perhaps not dealing with all of that and only enjoying each other's company while they had it would of been better. A broken bone and two ill children wouldn't of resulted from that. Though the regret over all that isn't what causes Charlie to hide away in her sheets. The fact this means she'll be separated from her best friend does. It's something she'd just rather not face. Sure the clock is ticking away with their remaining time together, but perhaps ignoring it all will make it go away.

Luckily words don't follow her shift in position to turn from them. Only light shuffling and a faint whisper. As curious as Charlie often is, she finds no interest to be her nosey self. For some reason Mrs. Ruze denying Jeran something has her heart crumbling to pieces after a long attempt to keep it together. There's no telling what he wanted, but he didn't get it. Making their situation not better in the least. Tears force their way down the round cheeks of the one buried in covers, giving her all to stay silent through her sorrow and defeat.

By the faint footsteps and sound of the door, Charlie's able to gather that Mrs. Ruze has left, without even peaking through her shield. Don't leave! She begs internally though only soft whimpers express her sadness over this. Jeran still needs the love and support, it doesn't matter if she's refusing to face anything. It's only worked up fears though, as his mother quickly enters back in no time. The sound of her shoes hitting the floor with each step being enough for Charlie to tell. Mrs. Ruze's presence doesn't even need to be directly towards her for her to feel better. A heavy sigh ending her silent sobs as she rubs her wet cheeks against the rough covers that only create further redness. Least they remain dry despite the threat for more.

Suddenly warmth consumes her as much as being in someone's arms did. The very person dedicated to care for her son has decided to company the female child that's not her blood, though almost as close. Honor strikes Charlie as it makes her bottom lip quiver up. Not even her name has her budging from her shelter though. As for when it's pulled down is a completely different story as she doesn't resist in the least. Her cheek's are clear despite her water filled eyes, and protesting against Mrs. Ruze has always been something she's incapable of doing. If anyone deserves her weak side it's this adult.

Pain was a huge part of it all though far from the cause of Charlie's tears. The only thing effecting her throbbing heart was the prediction of what's to come, the lose of her partner in crime. A shake of the head once again illustrates her lack of being hurt, even if it's a lie. The response for them being brave through all of this being much different then all the rest. "Mhm." Actually comes forth as she attempts to agree. This was in all honestly a stupid decision, but if Mrs. Ruze says otherwise it must be true. Plus she'd say anything to not risk a second away from this moment.

The warmth from Mrs. Ruze's hands is far greater then any thick blanket could provide. That simple touch releasing tears for her to catch and wipe away. This is exactly what Charlie's afraid of losing, and something she doesn't want to feel. It'll only give her more things to miss and crave. Still she sinks into the soft palm as she listens to the delicate words on how Jeran needs her, just as she does him. Couldn't say so better herself, that's what has been bothering her all this entire time. Though enough credit isn't given over to the young boy that's now fast asleep. He's brought out just as many good qualities from her, if not more. Things that wouldn't remain if he wasn't around. The biggest dilemma of their young life as it seems.

Drowsiness persists far too much, and though it'd rid of her pain it's not what Charlie wants. If it could be her way she'd talk with Mrs. Ruze for hours. "But Jeran saved me." She manages to get out through tired breaths. If the older Brunette heard nothing else from her it has to be that. More tears flow down her innocent features as what's in store from them really sets in. This is it. In no time they'll be parted for good, and there's nothing that can change that. Bright blue eyes stare upon the only mother figure she's ever had, just to be overtaken by heavy lids. "Please don't leave." A tiny whisper escapes through her battle against sleep. The sandman wins though.

Just like any other child Charlie's been faced with the burdens of being sick plenty of times. Of course she'll never admit to it as she sticks to the idea that she's invincible, but she can't be all the time. A bug takes over and it's one thing that her tough little attitude can't beat up. The worst part? Being stuck in bed with no one around. Not wanting to risk getting sick themselves everyone in the foster house always stays clear, even if it's not a contagious situation. To the little Blonde it's only because they're all ass holes. A large cup of water always remaining by her bed side, and occasionally Ms. Carl will bring in some soup and pretend to check up on her. Minutes go by as if they were hours, and it feels as if she's stuck in the boredom of being sick. Not this time though, as she graced with an uncomfortable hospital room, but the loving mother of Jeran.

Every time her eyes crept open to meet the awake world Mrs. Ruze was right there, offering anything that might help. At one point Kyanite even came to visit, though both sicklings were overtaken by slumber in no time. Just the small moment with the little Brunette of sunshine had made Charlie feeling extremely better. If only things could remain like this forever. She'd even be willing to stay ill if it meant never leaving them. Of course that can't happen though and far too soon that unwanted social workers showing up. "We're taking you to Ms. Carl's home until you get better, I'm sure you'll be able to say goodbye to the Ruzes before you leave." She reassures since Charlie automatically puts up a fight towards leaving. Not until Jeran wakes up, though it'd be some other excuse if he was. With a heavy huff the tiny Blonde gives in to another opportunity for their goodbyes. No point in going through it twice, having to get depressed over again. So she willingly leaves her sleeping friend behind.

Back to the isolating sick room, not even in the comfort of her own bed. The only bedroom downstairs to give the foster moms easier access to check up on them. Just as always the other bed's empty. The company remains at none, and even has her missing the scary and bright hospital. What she wouldn't give to be back under Mrs. Ruze's care. A couple of days go by as slow as ever, though a couple of girls do visit to say their goodbyes. Would of assumed those obnoxious teenagers were excited over the youngster leaving, but apparently a couple will be missing the troublemaker's ways. Their presence is nice except that their words reenforces that she'll certainly be leaving. Reminding her of how their escape plan drastically failed even if they refrain from mentioning it. Now the clock's ticking away for a different reason, and she wants it to go by slow.

There's not even a chance to move back up to her old bed before the departure day arrives. A warning's not even given to avoid another runaway. Only an announcement that she'll be leaving in an hour. With no interest in difficulty they don't even bother to give her a chance to pack her own bag. Ms. Carl taking responsibility and passing it over to the social worker before Charlie's even aware of what's going on. "I'm not leaving." Is all that comes from the little one as she sticks to the bed like glue. This was to be expected though, which is exactly why they called and offered for Mrs. Ruze to bring over Jeran for the goodbye that was promised. It'd be much easier to pull the kids apart then drag the Blonde all the way out of this place.

As strange as it is Jeran's knock is known and familiar, though it's the sounds of his desperate voice that has Charlie racing from where she was just refusing to budge from before. Pain in her ankle doesn't even matter as it's primarily protected by a cast now. Without a second thought she throws open the door and embraces her friend like never before. This is really it. Once again she can feel that sting in her eyes as tears threaten to make an appearance. Her throat decides to close up as well as she attempts to remain tough through this. "I'm going to miss you." is all she manages to whisper out as she refuses to even loosen her grip on her best friend. Face buried in his shoulder to hide away the couple of tears that force their way free, just to get soaked by his shirt. This can't be happening.

There's nothing else that Charlie wants. For such a young age she's not asking for much. Just to always have access to this comfort. This is the end though, she can feel it from the sting in her heart saying it's so. "I don't wanna go." The pleads come forth just as the sobs do. Feeling the subtle shake of her close friend, the cries from both him and his sister, she's incapable of holding it back as well. If there was anything she could possibly do to stop this, she would. Their best had been given though, and it wasn't enough. It didn't work. Does he understand that? He has to know that she has no part in this decision, that she already gave her all to prevent this. At the time it was only an adventure, and it's not until now that they realize exactly what they were running from. What they now have to face.

As if life had a remote it feels as though everything's on fast-forward. There's no longer an opportunity to think, or even give a decent farewell. Fast racing hearts won't allow it and nor will those damn adults. By now Charlie's come to terms with what's happening, as much as she wants to oppose it. There's no use anymore. One last attempt is given as Jeran begs for them to take in the tiny blonde instead, and already she knows the answer. Still her water-filled eyes go up with the last slimmer of hope, just to quickly burry themselves back into her best friend's shirt. No. Though an apology is given and Mrs. Ruze's guilt over her answer is clearly noticeable, the end result is all the Charlie hears. Clenching on to Jeran as if her grip could keep them together.

A desperate final resort is given quickly and softly during their tight grasp. If only they could go back to square one and try again. "I'll try." Charlie manages to whimper out through her sniffles, right before her best friend's presence leaves her completely. He takes her heart along with him since she knows an escape at this point is impossible. But of course she'll try if she can bring herself to pull through these tears. Hands hold on tight to her wrist before she even has a chance to try and sprint after him. Immediately Mrs. Ruze goes after her son, leaving Kyanite behind as Charlie's last and only goodbye to see her off. The social worker doesn't release her in the least, but does allow for a hug.

"I'm miss you Kya." By now the tears have ran out and it's only sniffles overtake Charlie. A gentler, though still secure, hug is given to the rugrat along with a kiss on the top of her Brunette head. "Take care of your brother." Is her final request before she's forced inside of the car and it's abruptly closes between them. Baby blue eyes stay glued to the only Ruze left in her sight, wanting nothing more then to remember them all forever. Once around the corner the heart -that she no longer has left- plummets into her stomach. The handle's jolted open and she's willing to fly out of the car traveling twenty miles an hour if it gives her the slightest chance to meet up with Jeran. Of course it doesn't budge in the least though as the child lock was set before she even got in. Looks like someone's prepared.

"Nice try sweetheart." The unnamed social worker notices the attempt and simply chuckles over it. Is Charlie's intentions and capability really that obvious? "Screw you." The little Tyke replies just as her previous older foster sisters taught her. Tears have dried up and sniffles are down to a minimum at this point, giving her bad attitude plenty of room to shine. "Some tongue for a small one like yourself." She's mentions with yet some more light giggles. "Better watch it if you want this forever family to keep you. First five days is only a trial you know?" The wrong information is given, forming an evil grin upon the innocent round cheeks. Well in that case.



"We can't keep her, I'm so sorry." The potential forever mom, Elizabeth, continues to apologize up and down for her unsuccessful first trial with the little orphan girl. An entire five days and nights were given, along with automatic understanding and unconditional love. The struggles Charlie was going to put up was to be expected, but not even a little progress has been shown. Not a single ounce of effort has been made by the child to show that she was willing to give it a try. "We've tried everything." She explains with a sorrowful tone and expression. As cute as the little girl is, she's far too much trouble with no benefits in exchange. It was as if she didn't want to be there, and preferred a chaotic foster house.

"Can you tell me the exact problems you seem to be facing?" The redheaded social worker, that brought Charlie here, questions. Somehow she knew all of this was going to happen as soon as she witnessed the tiny Blonde part from her best friend. Still examples of the issues would help. Possibly there's still hope for this case.

"I knew adopting an older girl would come with some difficulties, but she doesn't even want to give us a try." The biggest concern is addressed first since it's the only thing Elizabeth is bothered over. "She only causes trouble and destroys everything. Refuses to listen or even talk to us. I tried everything!" None of that would even matter if there was a sign of compassion and desire to be better within the rugrat. There's not though. "I don't know what we did, but it's as if she hated us before she even arrived."

"She bit our dog." Is all Elizabeth's husband has to say over the situation.

"She bit your dog?" The social worker questions in disbelieve. Nodding heads reassures that it happened though. "I see. We've had many problems with Charlotte before, don't take it personally. We'll set up a new trial for you lovely parents, someone who's a little less troubled." A new offer is made and accepted easily. Just what Charlie wanted, or at least she thought she did.



Ecstatic Charlie bounces from the large house she could of had her forever family in. If only they knew she already had her forever family. The potential parents were actually really sweet, though not even comparable to Mrs. Ruze. LIving in a foster house but close to the Ruzes is completely worth it though. No awesome adults or fancy houses could ever change that. With a load of anticipation she jumps in the car just to find a much shorter drive then she expected. "This isn't my foster house." She explains to the driver with a fast beating heart.

"It is now." That same redhead states with a grin. Perhaps they would of relocated her back to her old foster home, but that would only be giving the little girl what she wants. Far too much observation was given, and the social worker found it best to keep her up here.

Another mission failed. Charlie's throat clenches up with another threat to tear though she sucks it back in and refuses. To think she thought her old foster house was big. Her eyes coming upon a place that's practically the size of a warehouse and probably houses an army of children. To make matters even worse it's youths of all ages, kids even tinier and younger then Charlie running around. This she's not used to, and hates to no end. Such a desire to cry. But she stuffs it in and walks with her head held high.

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Who would of thought it'd actually be difficult to be bad. Never before has Charlie been faced with such a dilemma. Even with how many foster parents they always have on duty, they're all always distracted by something else. As hard as she tries to get into trouble, to be sent from foster home to foster home until back in her rightful place, it doesn't happen that way. Actually it's something else that has her transferring, as she's completely kept in the dark on why or where she's moving. Not that it even matters as it has her jumping up for joy either way. Even if it's not back at Jeran's side, it's a step closer.

Every mile makes it another step and another step closer though. At such point Charlie's thrilled to no end with the prediction she's being sent back to her original home. They're the only one's that can put up with her anyways. As trees fly by her grins grows wider with excitement and conformation. Things begin looking familiar, and for once her heart's thumping loudly for a pleasant reason. She's going home. Instead of pulling up to that old, large victorian house, the beautiful Ruze home is where the vehicle comes to a halt.

"I get to see my friends first?" Charlie questions with no clue of what's to come.

"No..." The social worker begins to give the wonderful news, though Charlie could careless and jumps out of the car. Soon enough she'll realize just how much she cares about this information. For now embracing her best friend again is her only concern. Within no time their squeezing the life out of each other and things couldn't possibly get anything better...

"I've missed you!" She has to blurt out as Jeran swings her around and expresses how happy he is to see her. How he wishes she could stay forever. Before she's able to give him the fantastic news of living down here again, a gentle hand interrupts them, and she gladly turns her attention to the other ones she's missed dearly. Now there's plenty of time to recap and spend time together, a moment to Mrs. Ruze is deserved.

Welcome Home.

Yes, she is home. That was one thing Charlie's already certain of. But by the way Mrs. Ruze is saying it... Does that mean? She doesn't want to get ahead of herself and all these enhanced emotions. Probably just knows the little one's back for good. No matter what the reason hands wrap around the older Brunette's waist, just as happy to have her back in her life. "I was so scared I'd never see you guys again!" It toke a little longer but Kyanite's also made it to the reunion, and she gets as big of a hug as the rest. "How long am I allowed to stay over?" Is her first question, still unaware of the changes that have been made.

Nothing can top being back here. This greeting and time apart has taught Charlie more then anything else in her life, these are the people that matter. Eyes searching for the member that has yet to give a large warm greeting, just to see her being carried off to the house. Well they have plenty of time to play, for now it seems like Mrs. Ruze has something important to say. So she's released from the young Blonde's grip, attention growing especially focused as she crouches down to her eye level. It's so good to be back. Wonder why the stuck up social worker was nice enough to drop her off her first. Doesn't matter, and still she has yet to catch on to any of it.

The smile upon Charlie's face widens more -if that's even possible- as Mrs. Ruze expresses how valuable her company is. No one ever says that, at least not adults. She did know that Jeran's mother appreciated her, but it's something else being told such a thing. For once she feels truly worthy. It's impossible to not hold back all of her excitement and again she throws her arms around the older Brunette, never wanting to let go of the only person to ever show her respect. "Thanks!" It's unexplainable how amazing it is to be wanted. Did Mrs. Ruze pull some strings to relocate her back down her? Seems that way, though there's a lot more to this puzzle that she has yet to piece together. And it's of course smart Jeran that figures it all out.

Just how she wants it, the hugs and embraces don't stop. Can they never? Immediately after letting go of Mrs. Ruze, Charlie's tackled into more comfort...even if her butt landing against the sidewalk doesn't feel the same way. Either way only giggles erupt from it all. He's screaming on the top of his lungs how she's staying forever, and obviously she knew that as they wouldn't go through this long trip for a simple visit. The caseworker removing the youngster's single suitcase of belongings out of the car is what finally has her releasing what everyone's talking about. She's staying here forever! The smile has her face nearly splitting apart as she puts this together. A squeeze consuming Jeran until he has to get off of her. She must be dreaming.

Like music to her ears Mrs. Ruze reenforces just what both of the inseparable friends were hoping for. Gratefully she grabs the hand for help up and takes in the hug like nothing else. As many hugs as she's offered, for how'm ever long they last, she'll take them. This all feels so unreal, but it's really happening! For some odd reason the offer is given to her though, as if she'd ever decline living where she belongs. Perhaps it's just to give her the actual option, a choice for the first time in her life. It's difficult to even wait for Mrs. Ruze to finish as she wants to answer immediately.

Though it's far from needed, Jeran actually tries to persuade her into saying yes. "Of course!" She finally gets out when her friend quiets down, nudging him back with a loud giggle before embracing both the Ruzes in front of her for the hundredth time. There's nothing else that she'd ever ask for. This family is the only thing she'll ever need. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She continues to repeat as arms don't budge from around the two she cares about so much. "We need to go tell Kya!" And like that she's off into her new home...pulling Jeran along with her of course.