A/N: This story is AU, Sarah is dead and Kurt has custody of Sawyer. Mayfair is still alive. Jane was found in the same way but doesn't have the 'Kurt Weller FBI' tattoo, so she was dealt with by the NYPD. Jane is the classroom assistant in Sawyer's class.

Lucky

She watched as the little boy concentrated on his work. He was a quiet boy. She didn't know if he'd always been that way or not but since she started working at the school she's only known him as the quiet curly haired boy. It wasn't a surprise really; he lost his mom the week she started working at the school. His uncle kept him from school for that week. Since the death he hasn't said a word. He does communicate but nothing verbal. The Uncle doesn't seem too worried about it though. He's always been a sensitive child she assumes that's because of the circumstances. He still plays soccer and he likes his swimming classes so that's something.

He's always so focussed but she loves the end of the day. The first time she saw it was just by chance. She happened to be at the window watching all the kids leave, he was her favourite even though they're not supposed to have favourites, she watched as he slowly walked outside waiting to be picked up, he didn't see them straight away but as the other kids cleared away he saw the two of them. They were standing next to each other waiting, their eyes on him waiting for him to see them and when he did the transformation was amazing, gone was the subdued 10 year old and in his place was a vibrant pre-teen. She saw the boy light up with the widest smile and he began to run to the man and woman waiting for him. This must be the Uncle that took custody after his sister's death and the woman was probably his wife although she could see that neither wore wedding rings which didn't really mean anything, she was heavily pregnant. She watched as Sawyer ran to the man who she assumed was his Uncle, it was someone he loved anyway, he ran to him and the Uncle bent down to catch him and the two held each other for a while then they broke apart and she saw Sawyer turn and hug the woman and she thought although she may have been mistaken that she saw Sawyer speak to the baby. The woman rubbed her hand protectively over the boy's head. Each of the adults took one hand of the boy and they walked to the black SUV that was parked. The man made sure Sawyer was safe and sound before walking to the driver's side.

The next time she saw the man was a couple of weeks later, she always watched when Sawyer was picked up, the man would always be waiting for him, the woman would be there every so often. Sawyer came in with a note saying that he was going to be picked up later than usual and by someone named Tasha Zapata and please keep him indoors until she can collect him. It wasn't the usual procedure but she had to stay and get ready for the next day anyway, she was a classroom assistant and the classroom teacher thought that meant she could be used as a slave. She was lucky to have this job and she knew the police officer that found her called in a lot of favours to get her the job here, she had to cover up, even to the extent of wearing fingerless gloves because of all the tattoos that covered her body, the only one that the kids could see was the bird on her neck. Some of the kids called her the 'painted lady'. The kids were nice despite the horrible class teacher. She started to get the supplies ready for tomorrow's art class ready, she had all the equipment ready, all she had to do was put it on each desk, so she started to do so, after the second desk was complete she saw Sawyer out of the corner of her eye begin to help her with the other desks. The job took half the time with the additional help.

"Thank you! You saved me a lot of time. Do you need any help with your homework?"

He nodded his head.

"Ok, show me what you need help with."

He took her hand, which was a complete surprise, and led her to his desk and she saw that he was working on his spellings.

"Well spellings are not my thing but I can teach you a few tricks to help you if you want?"

She received a nod in response.

"Ok, so I find if I write it out at least ten times saying each letter out loud, you can do it in your mind, then it seems to stick in my mind a bit better, then we can try using the words in sentences to help us remember them. It's like with anything, the more you use it the easier it becomes. Does that make sense?"

Again she received a nod in answer. They worked together for a while until a voice stopped them.

"Hey Buddy, are you ready to go?"

They both turned around at the voice and she watched as Sawyer pushed his chair back so quickly that it almost toppled over it was only her quick reflexes that stopped it from doing so not that Sawyer noticed he was too busy running towards his Uncle who was as usual on his knee waiting for the hug and Sawyer didn't disappoint, he hugged his Uncle as if he hadn't seen him a very long time. The Uncle looked at her over Sawyer's head and she was shocked by the connection she felt to him, she had to look away quickly. She couldn't have feelings for him, she didn't even know him, he was married or at the very least with someone. This was the first time she felt something more than friendship for someone and it was disconcerting. She moved to pack up Sawyer's stuff; she started to put his things in his book bag. By the time she was finished Sawyer was by her side, she offered him his bag and he took it and was making his way back to his Uncle when he stopped and rushed back and quickly hugged her, she felt her arms going around him and the two stood like that for a few seconds. She looked at the Uncle and saw his awed look; apparently Sawyer wasn't free with his affections.

They broke apart and she watched as Sawyer ran to take his Uncle's awaiting hand.

She knew that she was crossing a line but she couldn't help it, Miss Moore was being insensitive. How could she expect Sawyer to make a Mother's Day card with everyone? She secretly thought Miss Moore was deliberately making an issue so she could have a 'private' meeting with the Uncle, at least that's what she heard from the gossip in the staffroom, surprise, surprise, Miss Moore wasn't that well liked. She was going to make it right, well as right as she could. That's why she was emailing the Uncle.

Dear Mr Weller,

I'm not sure if you are aware of what this Sunday this? It is Mother's Day. Miss Moore is insisting every child make a card for their mother. I know it may be a sensitive topic (understatement I know) for Sawyer however I do think it may be helpful as well. You could take Sawyer with the card to the cemetery or where her ashes were scattered or spend the day celebrating your sister's life, eating all her favourite foods, going to her favourite places etc.

Kind regards.

Miss Doe

Kurt wondered why he received an email from the school, if there was an emergency then they would have called him. He knew it wasn't the annoying Miss Moore who seemed intent on starting a relationship with him and using Sawyer as a way to do so which is why he asked Allie to come to the school with him several times. It seemed to stop the unwanted advances of Sawyer's teacher but he knew he would have to bring Allie and their daughter when she was born every so often even though they weren't together, thankfully Allie didn't take advantage of the situation, her price was decent considering she was heavily pregnant with his child and seemed to have cravings for every ice cream flavour under the sun, Connor loved when Allie came with him to Sawyer's school as that was a night he didn't have to leave at 2 am to look for some weird ass flavour, that was his job and he pre-empted the situation by finding the most unusual flavours and buying four tubs each time. When he opened the email and finished reading it he was livid, not with Miss Doe but with Miss Moore he knew this was one of her ways of instigating a private meeting with him about Sawyer, for warned was for armed as the saying goes. He would talk to Sawyer tonight.

Monday morning

Jane couldn't help but smirk, Miss Moore seemed a little miffed that a certain Uncle wasn't there at the start of the day to have a 'meeting' about Sawyer and the Mother's Day card. Jane watched as Miss Moore arrived early, she was barely in on time most days and because Jane got the class started no one knew any different. When Sawyer walked in with a smile on his face and no seriously handsome Uncle behind him the false look of happiness faded from Miss Moore's face to be replaced by one of confusion. It was pathetic how she tried to engage Sawyer in conversation about his weekend, Sawyer just looked at her, he didn't give anything away, it took everything for Jane to keep a straight face but she almost lost it when she thought she saw the curly haired boy wink at her, she did a double take then dismissed it, why would he be winking at her she thought.

She got into the habit of checking her email at the end of the day not that she got anything interesting just school emails that didn't really concern her. So once the classroom was empty and every child had been picked up she sat at the computer, Miss Moore, surprise, surprise left two minutes after the kids, she knew that a lot of the staff chose to come in early, stay late, work through lunch or take work home but Miss Moore did none of these things but she seemed to get away with it just because she smiles at certain members, the male members, of the Senior staff. She was shocked to see that she had a reply from Sawyer's Uncle.

"Dear Miss Doe,

Thank you for your previous email concerning yesterday, yes I did forget that it was Mother's Day but thanks to your email I was able to have a conversation with Sawyer that night. I asked him what he wanted to do to celebrate his mother's life and gave him your suggestions (thank you by the way) or asked him if he wanted to do something else. He took his time to decide but on Friday night he let me know that he wanted to take her card to the cemetery after a breakfast of burnt chocolate chip pancakes, if you knew my sister this would make total sense, and we watched a couple of films that Sawyer and my sister used to love watching together. It was a nice day, as nice as it could have been anyway and I just want to say thank you for thinking about Sawyer during this difficult time.

Kind regards,

A very grateful and appreciative Uncle.

Jane read the email three times before she logged out of her account. She left school with a smile on her face.