Silence reigned around him as he laid on the floor of his room, eyes lazily glancing at the ceiling above him.

The once decorated room was laid bare, all around him were his suitcases and packed boxes that contained many of his things. From his clothes to his toys and just about everything he owned was packed up, well nearly everything, there were still some things left around his room that needed to be packed up.

He let his hazel eyes glance at the walls, just a few hours ago they had had posters, pictures and a few more things hanging off them. Now they were bare and empty, he could even see the slight discoloration on the wall from the many years that he had been living here. It was odd seeing the small and large square patches of slightly brighter paint that used to sit behind what used to be there.

It was a stark reminder that things were changing, very quickly too.

Now though, with everything changing so rapidly he had to accept the changes that had been happening for the past few months.

It had started off small at first, his mother had begun to feel a little lonely, what with having only a few friends, him and his grandfather - who he affectionately called Pop-Pop - as her only company. So she began to look into the dating scene, much to the encouragement of his grandfather. Lincoln had no qualms about this, he always wanted her to be happy and if going on dates meant she could be happy, why should he be bothered by it?

Things weren't perfect at first, it took a while for her to find a date. What with being in her late thirties, thirty seven to be precise. When she did get a date most of the men were not... What she had been looking for, they respected her wishes and some of them still remained in minor contact with her. If only because they had become good friends during their date, sadly she had never quite felt that spark of romance or deeper connection that she sought after.

Then one day she had come back from a date, a little flustered and with a happy look on her face. With a little prying from him and Pop-Pop she had opened up in saying she had meet a man, a gentleman as she put it.

He was funny, kind, respectable and a lot of other positive things that she had said at the time but he doesn't quite remember right now.

For the first time in his life Lincoln had seen his mother in love, not the strong kinship love she had for him and her father but real romantic love for a man she had meet.

They continued to date for a while after that, once every two weeks, New locations that were halfway between each other and each time his mother came back - and he was awake - he would hear her swoon over him and how charming he was.

Lincoln had never meet the man but he sounded like a decent fellow, he was making his mother happy, that was all that mattered to Lincoln.

During the time they weren't on a date they were more or less talking to each other at every available moment. Which were few and far between due to their life styles and timetables.

Then the most unexpected thing had happened, the man - who Lincoln had come to learn was named Lynn - had proposed to his mother. She had accepted with tear filled eyes, supposedly. Now it was a month after that day and it was time for Lincoln and his mother to move out of their home so they could move into his, so his mother could be closer to him everyday.

One may question why they were the ones who had to move out when surely her - now fiancee - could move in? Well it turns out the man had ten daughters. TEN!

His home, which consisted of a kitchen, bathroom, living room, garden and three bedrooms was not big enough to hold an additional eleven people. It would be far too cramped for everyone's liking, so they had decided to move into his home where they could and were making room for the two of them. His mother would share a room with her fiancee, since they were ' responsible adults ' as she put... Whatever she meant by that and he would get his own room to himself just like he had here.

Although he had a sinking feeling in his gut that it would be different to what he had now. Hopefully it would be alright. Halfway through packing the reality of the situation has dawned on him, he was leaving his home of eleven years and moving in with someone who to him was a stranger and he was going to basically be a brother to ten different girls, some older then him and some younger then him.

He was leaving Hazeltucky to go to Royal Woods, that in itself was completely fine. He wasn't exactly... Popular here. In fact he was a strong target for bullies, his snow white hair was enough to draw people's attention whenever it was revealed, often resulting in insults along the lines of 'old man' and 'grampa' and other such things.

He did have some friends here a few months ago but... They had ditched him after he had made a critical mistake, an accident but still a mistake. He didn't bother trying to make a friend after that and often kept to himself, sometimes he'd be silent all day for no reason at all.

Still, his heart clenched at the idea of leaving everything behind. He just had to make a good impression on everyone when he meet them and hope for the best.

A heavy knock echoed off his door, dragging the eleven year old out of his thoughts.

"Come in."

Slowly the door to his room opened and with it revealed the large frame of his Grandfather, Pop-Pop slowly moved his way into his room being careful not to accidentally trip on or hit anything as he moved. When he spotted his grandson on the floor he frowned slightly, slightly more So when he saw that the boy wasn't done packing up yet.

Silently he sat himself down before laying down just like his grandson was, their heads of white hair nearly touching one another. For a moment Albert tried to see what the young boy was looking at before shrugging that idea away.

"You've been awfully quiet Lincoln, even for you." Slowly he placed a gentle hand onto the boys knee, giving him some form of physical comfort. "Everything alright?"

The snow haired child breathed in slowly before letting it rush out of his nose.

"I guess, it's just... I get it now."

"get what?"

Lincoln waved his arms around the room, half-heartedly gesturing to all the changes made the last few hours. "Everything's changing, Mom got engaged, we're moving out of here and in there. I'm getting ten sisters." The last part came out in a whisper but in the silent confines of the room it was more then loud enough to hear.

The older man nodded silently, his grey mustache tickling his top lip as he did so.

"Yeah, it's a big change for you. It's not everyday you get new siblings but it's also not everyday you get a new start."

Lincoln's brows furrowed at that and he looked towards his grandfather curiously but said nothing as he tried to make sense of what he had said.

Seeing his grandson so confused Albert spoke up once more.

"What I mean Lincoln is that this is your chance to remake yourself, me and your mom both know that things aren't great for you here. You've gotten far too many injuries these last few months alone."

Which was true, although it has been a while since he had been targeted that didn't stop him from remembering all the times where it had happened.

"She's not just doing this for herself, she's doing it for you too."

" If she believed - even for a moment - that moving in was bad for you, then she wouldn't be doing it. Things will be different, they will be new and it won't be easy at first but I'm sure, in time, you'll come to like it. You just have to give it a chance. "

Lincoln looked away, facing towards one of the open suitcases with a frown, he had heard those words before and it hadn't turned out well at all. However, he trusted his grandfather and if he said something could be good then he had to try.

"Ok."

A small smile grew on the older mans face, although bittersweet. "Good to hear." Carefully he sat up, groaning as his back protested to the movement. "Now how about we finish packing up before your mother comes back and sees us being lazy yeah?"

"Ok." Lincoln sprung up from his spot on the floor with the energy that an eleven year old should have had, managing to get to his feet faster then Pop-Pop did.

The two quickly got to work with packing away the last few pieces of his clothes and what few small toys he had, mainly some ace savvy action figures that he had held onto for years. When the two of them had finally managed to squash the suitcase enough to be able to zip it shut they looked around the room, making sure that they didn't forget anything.

The room was nearly as empty as the day his mother had first moved in but Lincoln couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something. With a sudden snap of realisation he quickly dove under his bed, having to crawl slightly to get to the back where he found his quarry.

When he emerged back out from under the bed, a large briefcase looking item had come with him. The black fabric case, approximately two thirds the size of a real briefcase, had a brightly multicolored logo slapped on the centre. The words 'ColourFlow' stared at him, this was one of the more expensive sets of colouring pencils, pens, rubbers and just about anything you could think of that was needed for drawing.

He had received this on his tenth birthday, he had never gotten a greater gift since.

Lincoln had been drawing every since he was four, maybe even before then but he couldn't remember anything before then. It had become a hobby to him, to draw anything and everything that came to mind and each time his mother would say how she loved it and how each drawing was better then the last. As much as he loved the praise he knew she was just saying it because she was his mother but he appreciated it none the less.

Pop-Pop chuckled when he saw the case remembering the day Lincoln had received it. "Don't want to forget that now do we? Come on, let's get everything downstairs before your mother arrives."

Giving a nod Lincoln set the art case down flat on one of the boxes before putting his arms around it and lifting it up to his chest. Albert himself stood two suitcases up before lifting them by the handles, not at all bothering to use the wheels present on them. If he felt any strain from doing this he didn't show it.

Slowly Lincoln stepped his way down the stairs, making sure he wouldn't trip or fall, Pop-Pop just two steps behind him the entire way. When the both of them made it down the stairs without incident they placed their items within the living room.

Lincoln looked around the room for what may have been the last time, the mantle was devoid of pictures, the walls were empty of the decor that his mother had accumulated over the years and even the tops of the furniture had marks in the patterns where things had stood still for so long. What was once the heart of their home felt empty and devoid of life without the signs of habitation.

His eyes landed on the boxes marked with Pop-Pop's name, separated from his and his mother's boxes. For his entire eleven years of his life Pop-Pop had always been there with him, he lived with them, helped raise him and whenever his mother needed it he helped them out. Lincoln couldn't remember a day that he hadn't been living in the same house as them.

Like so many things, that too was changing today. Unfortunately there wasn't enough room in the new house to accommodate Pop-Pop by any means, so he was moving out as well. Their home was under his mother's name and so when she decided to sell in preparation to move it meant that Pop-Pop had to move out as well, much to Lincoln's dismay.

The entire last month had been full of preparation; getting the house ready to sell, his mother looking for work closer to her fiancee's house and Pop-Pop looking into retirement homes.

"Do you really have to go?"

Albert let out a tired sigh, using his hand to rub the spot between his eyes. They had had this conversation before, getting down on one knee he put himself level with his grandson.

"Now I know you don't like it Lincoln but I'm afraid there's nothing either of us can do about it, there just isn't room for me where you're going." Seeing his grandson begin to open his mouth, Albert quickly placed a finger on his lips. "Besides it's about time I finally settled into a nice retirement home and got out your mother's hair, I shouldn't have to rely on her."

" But you always hated the idea of going to a retirement home Pop-Pop, you always said they made you feel old and useless. "

"That's true..." He couldn't argue with Lincoln on that. " but that doesn't mean I should be a burden to your mother, especially now that she has this fiancee of hers. "

He gave Lincoln a pat on the shoulder. "Besides it's not like I'll be gone forever, I'll visit as often as I can and you can come visit me if you need to."

Lincoln's face brightened up for a moment before a flash of realisation went through his eyes. "But you'll be up here in Hazeltucky and I'll be down in Royal Woods, Mom wouldn't let me come here on my own, even if it was to visit you."

A smile crossed the elders face before he playfully flicked Lincoln's ear.

" Maybe but I've been looking into retirement homes down in Royal Woods lately, they're a little... Occupied at the moment. " for a moment he avoided eye contact before looking back at his grandson. " But when there's a vacancy there's a high chance I'll get to move in and I'll be much closer to you then, alright? "

"Ok." Lincoln nodded feebly, not wanting to make eye contact with the elder man.

Seeing the boys mood begin to drop down Albert quickly enveloped him into a hug. He could feel the boy try to worm his arms around his burly frame but like every time before he couldn't quite do it.

"I'll visit as soon as I can, ok? Just remember everything is going to be fine, try not to get yourself worked up unnecessarily alright?"

He realised the boy from his hold, quickly moving his hands to wipe the tears from Lincoln's cheeks that he knew would be there.

" Why don't you sit down while I get the rest of your things down here. Just don't tell your mother, wouldn't want her to think you're slacking off now would we? "

The young boy nodded feebly before trudging over to the couch and sitting down while Pop-Pop went back upstairs to bring down the last few boxes.

He looked out the window to see if his mother had come back yet but his efforts proved useless, this had been happening all day. Since today was the day to move out - and it being a Wednesday - his mother had dropped him off to the Hazeltucky elementary school before beginning the long task of delivering their things to her fiancee's home. Given that Royal Woods was a little over an hour away by car ride and that she had to organise everything while she was there, each trip was taking a little over two hours.

Because of this, Pop-Pop was the one to pick him up from school but he didn't mind that at all. He had been picked up by both his mother and grandfather equally over the years, on top of which the bullying usual ceased for a day or two whenever Pop-Pop showed up. He guessed it was because of Pop-Pop's navy tattoo that was present on his arm or it could have been something else entirely.

He had only seen his mother three times today, in the early morning when she dropped him off to school and the two times she had returned to pack up more things. He wasn't sure why she wasn't using a moving van to simple take everything at once but he wasn't going to point this out to her in case he made her feel like a fool or made himself look like an idiot.

By the time they were going to be done it was going to be late and both of them were going to be very tired, although he suspected his mother would be far more tired then him.

A small needy whine sounded around the room and Lincoln looked towards the packed items, among them was a average sized dog cage. Inside said cage was a pitbull terrier named Charles, their pet dog. The canines small white ears were pressed against his head as he looked up at Lincoln, giving off begging eyes while pawing at the cages door wishing to be released from the cage.

"I know buddy, I know. " Slowly Lincoln laid down into the sofa, keeping his eyes on Charles the entire time. Sadly he couldn't let Charles out of his cage even if he wanted to, he hated cages and would often fight tooth and nail not to get in one. How his mother had gotten him in there now he didn't have a clue but he knew that it would be impossible to get him back in once he was out.

However, Lincoln doubted he was uncomfortable, given that his bed was in there with him and he could see left over chunks of dog food littering the bottom of the cage.

For all it was worth Charles was his best friend, even when he did have other friends Charles was always there, always happy to see him when he came home from school and had never once bitten him or growled at him. There were many nights where the dog had curled up next to Lincoln as he slept, and then whined loudly in the morning to be let out into the garden. It was worth it everyday.

"Don't worry Charles, I'll take you on a long w..." He quickly caught himself before saying the W word, Charles often loses his mind when he hears it, believing that he was getting on right then and there. "Day of fun tomorrow." He quickly supplemented, trying to not get the dog hyper.

"Nice save," Pop-Pop spoke as he finished descending the stairs, carrying no less then three boxes in his arms. He placed them down with the rest before sitting down on the sofa next to his grandsons head. "Made that mistake myself earlier, he wouldn't quieten down for hours after that."

Both boys chuckled before falling into silence, neither knowing what to say to the other. Slowly Albert lowered his hand to Lincoln's forehead, gently playing with his hair. Lincoln closed his eyes as he felt his grandfather's fingers gently run along his scalp, parting the hairs from one another as they went.

The simulation was enough to begin putting the boy to sleep, his breathing leveled out and his body relaxed in preparation for slumber.

That was quickly interrupted by their front door opening, the sound causing him to open his eyes and look towards the door. Where his mother was now standing. Her blonde hair came down to just below her neck, swaying slightly as she turned to look at the two of them, gently smiling when she saw the relaxed and tired look in Lincoln's eyes.

Walking over she stood in front of her son before kneeling down to his current height.

"Someone's looking a little sleeping." Gently she brushed a strand of hair off of his face before planting a kiss on his forehead. "Think you'll be able to stay awake a little longer? We've got a long ride ahead of us."

Lincoln began nodding as he spoke. "Yeah, I'm not even ti-" he let out a long yawn, stretching his arms above him as he did so. "-red, I can keep going. "

Giving off a wistful smile she spoke her head playfully. "Sure you can, my little man."

Standing up she looked over all the packed up belongings, noticing that most of it was Lincoln's. Her smile dropped as she remembered how big a change this was going to be for her son, it wasn't easy to simply have your entire life change in a day and not be affected by it.

Turning to her father she gestured to his own packed boxes. "You going to be alright dad? You got everything sorted?"

"Yep, the pick up bus will be here in about an hour and I'll be meeting with the seller to hand over the keys tomorrow. Once all that's done we'll be well set, just make sure to call your old man from time to time. I wouldn't want to miss out on anything important. "

"I promise dad, I'll call you as soon as I can."

Charles began to whine as he spun on the spot around in his cage, wishing to come out once more. "Come on Lincoln, why don't you help me get Charles into the car."

With that Lincoln lazily rolled off the sofa, his legs hitting the floor first allowing him to quickly stand before the rest of him could follow through. Both he and his mother grabbed onto the corners of the cage before hoisting it up to an even level, seeing that their hands were full Albert quickly went for the front door and opened it for them, stepping outside so he could follow when they were through.

"I'm really sorry about not being able to do more for you dad, sadly my hands are tied."

the older man waved her off, not at all bothered by the circumstances. " Well, it was about time I finally stopped relying on you. This is for the best Rita, don't try and argue with me on this. "

As they drew closer to their car Albert quickly moved forwards to open the back door for them, just as they drew closer he moved to the other side of the car and opened the door opposite the previous one. As both Lincoln and Rita slowly pushed the cage onto the back seats Albert leaned in, grabbed the cage by the bars and pulled the cage the entire way. He quickly pulled the seat belts over and around the cage, clipping them in place so Charles' cage wouldn't move around as they drove to their new home.

"I know dad but I really feel bad about leaving you high and dry like this, you've been here for me for the past eleven years and helped out far more then you should have had to and this is how I'm repaying you?"

" Lincoln. " the elder man addressed his grandson, who was halfway in the car trying to scratch Charles behind the ear through the small gaps in the cages bars. "Why don't you go and start getting your bags in the car. "

Recognising that the two of them were about to have an 'adult talk' Lincoln quickly scampered off for the house. Albert closed the door on his side of the car before moving around and standing before his daughter.

"Rita, there is nothing to repay. I stayed with you out of choice, I helped you out of choice and I helped raise Lincoln because I wanted to not because I felt obligated to." He placed his large hands into his daughters shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to try to comfort her. "I know it hasn't been easy on you but I don't regret a thing, sure it could have been easier but we've pulled through."

Rita's face scrunched up and her eyes darted to the floor. " Dad you're not thinking about... " she paused as she saw Lincoln stuff one of his suitcases into the back seats next to Charles. "...Him are you? "

Albert scoffed, one of his hands giving off a dramatic wave. "All I'm saying is that things could have been a bit easier for us if you made that... 'man', help you to support Lincoln."

Rita sighed at her father but did not argue against him. "I know, I know but it's in the past now and besides I didn't want to deal with all the hassle it would have caused, dealing with Lincoln was my biggest priority at the time."

"And I'm proud of you for putting him first, as you always have and always will but I need you to stop beating yourself up over all this." He took a deep breath, letting his nerves calm down again. "You have a whole new life in front of you, you have your future husband, your soon to be step-daughters and most importantly you have Lincoln. "

"He's going to need his mother to help guide him through these very confusing times for him, he needs you to be his rock. Can you do that for me?"

" Yeah, I can. I will. "

" Good. " he pulled his daughter into a hug, using one hand to ruffle the hair on the back of her head. "I know you can do it, you have for the last eleven years. Come on, let's get everything else in the car. "

Like that the two adults quickly got to work with putting the rest of the boxes and suitcases in the car, once that was done Lincoln was seated in the front seat before Rita herself got in the car.

Albert leant against the top of the car as he looked in from Lincoln's window, which was rolled down. "You ready to go?"

" Yeah, now are you completely sure you've got everything sorted on your end? I don't want to leave knowing I'll be leaving you in trouble. "

Instead of of answer her directly the elder man turned towards his grandson before gently tapping him on the shoulder. "Your mother... Tsk... Such a worry wart." The lady in question gave off a mock gasp as if she had been insulted. The action causing Lincoln to stifle a laugh. "Do me a favor Linc and look after her for me would you, wouldn't want her passing out from worrying about everything now would we?"

" No we don't. "

"Good man." Pop-Pop leaned his arm in and ruffled the boys hair before withdrawing his arm. "Now, don't you forget that I'm always willing to talk Lincoln, your mother has my contact details. Just be sure to ask for Albert when you call ok? "

"I will... I'm gonna miss you Pop-Pop."

A forlorn smile worked it's way onto the man's face before he reached back in - again - and gave his grandson a one armed hug. " And I'll miss you too buddy, so make sure to call me when you can or when you need to. "

"I guess I'll see you around? "

Rita nodded to her father before starting up the car, Charles began to whine at the noise of the engine but they paid it little mind. "I'll call first thing in the morning to make sure you're ok, see you later dad. "

"See you later my sweet pea."

With a nod Rita began to roll up the window before starting to drive away from the house she had called a home for many years. She glanced over to her son and saw that he was leaned around trying to keep his eyes on the house and more importantly, his grandfather.

When she turned around the corner Lincoln sat down in his seat properly. For a moment all was silent before Lincoln reached down and opened his 'tomorrow bag', said bag contained all the clothes he would need for tonight and tomorrow without having to go through all of the packed up belongings to find them. From the bag Lincoln pulled out a brown wool hat, closing his bag he put the hat on his head, covering all of his snowy white hair.

She opened her mouth to say something about it but quickly thought better of it, there was no need to have a go at her son about one of his insecurities.

So instead she focused on driving, pushing the two of them closer to their new lives.

A/N: And that's a wrap people, Chapter one of Moving In is complete

To those of you who don't know, I had recently made a poll regarding three different stories in which I wanted to write in conjunction with No Such Luck, No Such Love.

I'm doing this mainly because I am feeling burned out from writing for the same story over and over again, that does not mean I will focus on this story entirely. I will try to write the first few chapters of this before returning back to No Such Luck, No Such Love.

Hopefully I won't feel burned out when I do return to it.

The poll results can be seen on my profile along with the summery for all three of them, that is the order I will write them in.

let me know what you think about this and just like my other story tell me if you see any spelling mistakes or errors.