This is a story with a big big big AU to it, humongous even... and I probably spelt that wrong... anyway if you don't like AU don't reat this! Shoo go away! I got the idea to this fic when I was babysitting my nephew and we were watching Disney Chanel. There was some show there and when I saw it inspiration hit me! Don't remember the name of it though.

Where do I begin this story? I guess it would be easiest to start it the night Gordon, Alan and I was on our way home from the movies. Scott was home visiting so he had brought us there and Virgil and Amy was at a football match at the high school. I have no idea what John was doing, no one usually did. But what I do know is that after the dead of our grandpa and our mom he started acting "weird". My name is Jane Tracy and this is the story about secrets and hate, of love and heroes, of myth and magic.

I told you John started acting weird after the death of mom and grandpa. Well weird might not be the right word and I've only been told this by my oldest siblings Scott, Virgil and Amy. When mom and grandpa died I was just one year old. Alan was two, Gordon three, John was seven, Amy was nine, Virgil was ten and Scott was eleven.

Before they died, John had been as normal as a seven year old could be, except from him being a genius and much quieter than everyone else. He liked to play with us, well not me and Allie, we were too small. Grandpa was John's best friend; they did so many things together. Scott told me it was because John was left out a lot. When grandpa took him under his wings John was just four years old and well the three oldest didn't want to play with him. Gordon had just been born so mom and dad were a lot with him.

Anyway but after grandpa's death John became, solemn, more grown up and not at all like a little boy should be. Grandma use to say it was part of his grief. Well John hasn't changed, after these eight years he is still solemn, grown up, respectful, responsible, he can be fun when he wants to, most when I ask him to, but he is not like a normal teenager. John was a mystery an enigma that the rest of us tried to find an answer to. We didn't know that the answer would come the way it did. Nor that it would hurt so much.

Sorry for this shortness, next part will be much longer I promise!