NephilimGirl22
S.W. was the only thing that reassured him that he had a past life and an identity of some sort. Even though he couldn't, for the life of him, remember what those intials stood for. He had suprising James Bond skills and knowledge about things that would surely land him in a mental hospital. All he had with him was a useless school bag, and a pocket-knife. But who the hell was he?! And how the hell was a teen like him supposed to survive without an inch of knowledge about his identity and with no money or shelter?!
I decided to make a fanfiction where John was a good and worried father. Also, Sam is 15, even though he doesn't know it.