Drugs tear lives apart, and that's no different for Fallon. With his parents two years dead and the girl he loved disapearing and returning, things are pretty eventful. Throw a young child into the mix and he's got himself a complete mess of a life. Cravings, responsabilities and the drug addicted mother of his child wanting to waltz back into their lives, Fallon has a lot on his plate. But more than that, he finds himself asking the question, 'Are drugs really the cause of this?' A/N: I'm sorry for the horrible description. I suck. I suck a lot.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"