A/N: Hello Fosters Fans, yes it is true. I have come up with yet another idea. This one is a little different from my other stories as it is on the humorous rather than the angsty side, although there will probably be some angst involved. I was awake with my caffeinated brain watching Fosters reruns in preparation for the season three premiere when this popped into my head. It is kind of a freaky Friday concept, Jude and Jesus centric. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

"You can't do that! Jesus!" Jude slammed his fist on the bedroom door as Connor watched him with concern.

"Uh… it's fine. We can go to the living room. I don't mind." He smiled trying to put his friend at ease.

Jesus opened the door with a smirk. "See, Connor respects Jesus Time."

Connor blinked looking down at his feet. The truth is he didn't know, nor did he want to know what "Jesus Time" meant. He just knew that Jude had been on edge, like really on edge. As it was, they had just patched things up after his father's latest attempt to keep them from seeing each other. The last thing Jude needed was his brother trying to bar him out of the bedroom. Connor did the only thing he could think of. He ran downstairs to find their moms.

"Why don't you go downstairs with Connor?" Jesus sighed."I'm busy." He tried to close the door as Jude's hand shot out holding it open He pushed his way through so he was toe to toe with his brother.

"No."

"You can't be in here." Jesus pulled the pillow off of his bed adjusting the blanket to cover his laptop and whatever it is he'd been doing.

"It's my room too!" Jude pounced on the bed pushing Jesus, so he fell forward across the bed, his head slamming onto the floor at the same instant his laptop did, the screen going dark. "I'm sick of all of the rules! You're in here all the time. We share the room!"

"You're dead!" Jesus growled grabbing Jude's head and pinning him between his legs as punches flew.

"Hey! Hey!" The pounding of feet joined the fray as Jesus was pushed across the room, held back by Brandon. Stef restrained Jude, hands behind his back, a force of habit from her day job, but never applied to her thirteen year old son. "What's going on in here?"

The two boys glared as Brandon stared between his brothers, the silent conversation between mother and son was clear. Do something to help them cool off.

Stef and Brandon led them downstairs as Mariana and a massive pillow fort played buffer between Jude and Jesus on the couch.

"Why don't you take them to the carnival?" Stef held up a brochure. "Callie gets back from her visit with Robert in a few hours. You guys haven't really done anything together in a while."

"Mom, the carnival?" Brandon squinted at the gaudily painted flier and the photo of a crazed blond holding tarot cards and a crystal ball. It was an annual festival geared toward families, an old fashioned street fair with rides and games, food stands , trinket vendors and a fortune teller. The Fosters had gone every year, even before they became the Adams-Fosters, before the divorce, even before Mariana and Jesus. Brandon remembered it fondly as one of his best childhood memories, but he doubted Jesus would go for it now. Jude might have a good time, even Mariana and Callie would enjoy the novelty, but they were teenagers. If anything, it would breed more fights. "Maybe if they were six."

Lena walked in kissing Stef on the cheek, glancing at the two teenagers sulking on the couch. "Bad day?"

"Kind of an explosion." Stef sighed. "Jude and Jesus had another fight."

Lena frowned. She could imagine what had happened. Jude had been losing patience. Between Callie's court ordered Quinn visits , the unsteady adoption process, and the whole fiasco with Connor and his father Adam Stevens, their normally mild mannered son was due for a teenage blowup.

"Is it carnival time again?" Lena laughed as she danced around the counter. When the twins had first come in, Stef had turned the family tradition into a sly way to resolve arguments, show them that family was still family and they could still have fun even after they annoyed the heck out of each other. It wasn't always what they resorted to as parents, but it had been used often enough that Lena knew even if Brandon didn't.

"They need something fun to do, and it'll give us time." Stef leaned over and kissed Lena on the mouth.

Brandon stepped away walking into the living room and grabbing his car keys from the bowl. He sat on the chair across from the sofa.

"I don't get why we have to sit here." Jesus huffed. "I just told him to give me some time. He's the one who went nuts."

"You put Jude in a wrestling hold." Brandon's voice was even, matter of fact. "You both went a little whacko there."

"I had every right to! He's kept me out of our room, the one we're supposed to share!" Jude snapped.

"You guys need to chill out okay?" Mariana put a pillow on her face. "This has been going on since you started sharing a room. Callie and I are lucky we've gotten any sleep these past two weeks the way you guys have been yelling!"

"I don't yell." Jesus scoffed.

"You do." Jude grabbed a pillow tossing it in Jesus' lap.

"I am about two steps from jamming a heel into your forehead." Mariana narrowed her eyes at Jesus.

"You wouldn't."

"I'm sleep deprived. I'm cranky, don't test it." Mariana bent down as if to pull off her shoe as the door opened to reveal Callie.

She looked from Brandon, to Jude, to Jesus to Mariana with a high heel in the air, poised to smack. "Do I even want to ask what I missed?"

A/N: As you can probably tell, I am making fun of the Jesus Time "excuse" in this story. This takes place during season 2 before Robert signs the adoption papers in the finale so the Quinn visits will be playing a role as will Connor and Adam. Next chapter will involve the kids at the carnival, some attempts to have fun and the fortune teller sighting.