A/N: I don't own any rights, nor do I make any profit with this story. But when I'm rich I'll buy all rights ;) Just to make it clear

This my new OC-story and yes, I would like to know what you think. But only a little warning: I won't be able to up date as fast as the last time.

Summery: This story shows another way, how Ryan met the Cohens and staid with them - a very stony one. This storry contains a very cold hearted Kirsten at the beginning, but we

should feel with her, because she has her reasons.

JassyLou: I expect you as my co-worker again

And: if someone reads this, who's living in Norwich, studying at the UEA (GB) and is looking for a roommate: let me know, I still need a room for the academic year 09/10

Despite all these information, I hope you enjoy this new story

She watched her son sleeping. They still didn't know what was wrong. In the morning her son had complained about bad stomach aches, but she hadn't listened to it - thinking he only wanted to make her stay at home. Lately he needed a lot attention and tried everything to make them stay home. When she had come home, he had lain in his bed, still complaining about the pain. She hadn't found it funny and had pulled him out of the bed and when he stood on his feet he had collapsed – because of the pain. Then she realized this hadn't been a pretence. Now she stood next to his hospital bed and was suffering under her bad conscience. Maybe she should quit her job. This was the best proof she hadn't enough time for her son. Why hadn't she noticed it was serious? Why hadn't she staid at home and cared like every caring mother would have done – liker her mother would have done?

"How is he?" Her husband entered the room. He immediately had come home, when she had called him, telling Seth was in hospital and nobody knew what was wrong with him.

"He's sleeping. Any news?"

"Nothing. Some test results aren't evaluated now, but they said they want to do some more tests tomorrow." He took her into his arms letting her know he was there, no matter what was coming up to them. He always was there and he always will be. Who knew how things were, if he didn't? Her son hated Newport. He had no friends and no hobbies. He even had asked them whether they would like to send him to a boarding school somewhere at the east coast. Only her husband had managed to calm him down and if it was only for a short time.

"What kind of mother am I? My son rather would like to live miles away from us, than together with us and now I haven't seen he's really sick."

"Don't blame yourself. He doesn't want to live in Newport because he has no friends here and they can't stop bullying him. I don't think this is about us. And this? You have so much work on your mind, sometimes things like that can happen then."

"Yes, but they shouldn't happen!" She turned around and went out. She didn't want her son to listen to their conversation. He already was having a bad time.

"See it that way: now you've realized you're working too much and you can change it. Maybe now is the time for you to quit your job and stay at home."

"Quitting my job? Staying at home? Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to survive this? You know I can't hold still for a second and…"

"And you're under too much pressure right now." Her husband said. She sat down on a bench at the wall of the hallway.

"I go and get you a tea. This will calm you down." Her husband said, kneeled down to her and kissed her. She was glad he was there. Only with him at her side she was going to get through this. He was the strong part - the cold headed one, always having a plan, always knowing what to say or what to do.

"Mum, don't worry. Everything will be okay again." She listened to a conversation coming out of the room next to her.

"But we don't have the money to pay for this. I have to go to work."

"With a broken arm you can't work anyway."

"But we can't pay for the treatment." Hearing these words made her feel bad. She never has had to worry about money. If she wanted something, she got it. This was the first time she noticed this wasn't common. She never has had to fear not being able to pay the doctors or the medicine. Her son didn't have to fear this either, because she was there and would move the world to make him feel better. But she hadn't been there earlier, when he had needed her. She hadn't been there this morning. Listening to this conversation was awkward. She wasn't nosey and wasn't interested in other people's life either. But something made her listening to it.

"Mum, I'll find a solution. I'll care for it. Really. You don't have to worry about this." This woman had a son, who cared for her. If Seth would care for her, when he was adult? She doubted it. After this here, she could be glad if he still talked to her.

"What kind of Mum am I? You're my son, I should care for you. It shouldn't be like this." Huh? There was some time every mother had to let go, even if she loved her son. So she wasn't responsible for him anymore. What was this sentence about?

"It's okay. Shit! Sorry, I gotta go."

"Where to?"

"I got a job at the constructions. You know where they build this new shopping centre. They're working day and night and I got the late shift."

"My son the hard working man."

"Yeah, so bye. I come by for a visit tomorrow." When she saw how the door opened, she noticed she had been staring at it through the whole conversation. Immediately she wanted to turn away her head but…what? This…this boy wasn't older than her son. He nodded at her in a greeting way and went off. What had he been talking about to his mother, about caring and his job? He never was able to make her believe he was working at the constructions for the shopping centre. And if yes, she needed too have a serious conversation to one of the contractors, because she wasn't going to allow child labour at her constructions.

"What are you staring at?" Her husband asked her, handing her a cup of tea.

"Have you seen the boy?"

"The blond one who just went off a sec ago?" She nodded. "What's wrong with him?"

"How old do you think he is?" She only wanted to get certain she wasn't going nuts.

"Uh…dunno, sixteen maybe seventeen. Not much older than Seth. Why?"

"He's one of the construction workers for the new shopping centre."

"And where's the problem? He looks like he's hard working man. So I don't think you have to worry."

"Yes, but he's Seth's age. Tomorrow I need to have a conversation with one of the contractors. I can't allow child labour."

"Honey Corona and Chino aren't far away. If you do this you might ruin a life or even more. Just stop thinking about your work."

"You're right." Then she got up and went back to Seth with her husband in tow.