A special Family (Hamilton Foster Care au)

Lafayette and Thomas

Laf remembers it like it was yesterday... His parents left for what seemed like the hundredth time that month and they were left with their nanny. His older twin Thomas didn't care as much as he did but all he wanted to do is have his mother and father close to him for once...

Thomas was 13 minutes older than he was and he rubbed it in his face as much as he could. At every turn he could he would get the upper hand with the simple excuse "I'm older." And a smirk.

Although Thomas wasn't actually bad, he cared for his younger brother more than his parents did and Laf cared for Thomas as well.

Laf learned how to patch Thomas up after every fight he had and Thomas knew how to calm him down and care for him after every panic attack. It was always like this.

It was Thomas and Gilbert and no other way. Or Thomas and Lafayette as they preferred to call themselves. They were inseparable and nobody even tried to separate them. That was until that night.

"We will be back around 3 am Sally... Make sure they are in bed by midnight. " Lafayette saw his brother roll his eyes. "Father we are almost fifteen we can go to bed when we want." His father glanced at them with a small smile. "Okay but just this once..." He said before leaving.

Lafayette smiled at Thomas as they rushed upstairs to the game room to play video games. They threw themselves on the bean bags and began the hour-long gaming competition between them.

Sally left around three as their parents arrived home. They were talking in the kitchen before a loud explosion was heard.

Laf looked at Thomas as the ground stopped shaking. Lafayette jumped up and ran out of the door and down to the kitchen. He screamed as he saw their parents laying on the ground lifelessly. He rushed towards them "mama! Papa! Wake up!" He screamed.

Thomas was hot on his heels. He looked around. The kitchen was on fire. "Let's go laf!" He screamed trying to drag the younger boy away.

Laf cried as Thomas tried to move him. "No! We have to help them!"

Thomas looked around and gasped. He quickly pulled Laf into his chest as another Explosion surrounded them.

When Thomas opened his eyes the next time everything hurt... He looked around frantically he wanted to know where his brother was. He sat up and gasped in pain. "Gilbert! " he cried out he looked around and tried to pull the machines away from his body. He just wanted his little brother. He needed him to be there so he would be safe by his side. "Gilbert where are you?" He whimpered as tears threatened to spill over his sore cheeks.

At that moment Laf ran in and threw himself into his brother's arms. "I thought I lost you..." Thomas said to his little brother.

"Nono... I'm okay Tommy." He said with a sad smile. He picked a mirror up and passed it to Thomas. The older twin slowly took it and looked I into it. His right cheek was badly burned. "The doctors said there will always be a mark there..." Laf said quietly. "I'm so sorry... If I listened to you then you wouldn't get hurt... Mama and papa are dead... I nearly lost you. You're the last person I have... It's only you and me now..." He managed to say between the sobs.

Thomas held him close. It's what they would always do. Stay close and let nobody separate them.

Thomas was given the okay to leave the hospital two days later. A man picked them up and led them to the car. Foster care. That's where they were ending up. They wouldn't separate them they promised.

Thomas wishes they lied. They were forced into a family in Virginia who lived in the middle of nowhere. There was no internet and there were no houses surrounding them for miles and miles. They didn't even have any siblings in that house. It was just the two of them and the mother.