What If...

Bianca stared at the door David Hayward had just left through a few more moments then hurried back to the kitchen to put away her glass of milk. Oh God was her only thought. She grabbed her bookbag and jacket before heading out the door, not even hearing her mother say goodbye from the living room.

The rest of the day at school went by in a haze. All through the day she concentrated on not breaking down, she wasn't even able to concentrate on anything her teachers were saying.

Leo is busy with Greenlee apartment hunting, Laura isn't speaking to me and there is no way I'm going to go home right now. She paused. The Center. Yeah, watching the little kids play there always makes me feel better. With her mind made up Bianca headed towards the Center.

As Bianca stepped across the threshold a little body flung itself into her arms.

"Bianca!" the little body happily cried.

"Hey Eden." Bianca hugged the little girl.

Eden held her big friend's hand as they walked over to the table so Bianca could put her bookbag down.

"Guess what Bianca."

"What?" the brunette asked as she sat down on a chair at the table.

"I'm gonna be five in twenty days." Eden held up five fingers.

"You're going to be big girl." Bianca managed a small smile for her little red headed friend.

Eden put a hand on each side of Bianca's face and looked at her with a serious expression. "You're sad."

"Eden I–"

"My mama gives me a cookie when I'm sad. I saved some cookies from lunch. My mama gave me the special kind. I'll be right back." Like a flash the four year old was rushing to the room were her lunchbox was before Bianca could say anything.

Laura yawned as she walked down the street. She was still tired from staying up last night thinking about the day before. And feeling guilty as hell at what she had said to Bianca. She stopped in front of the Center. Laura knew that Eliot would be out doing hospital rounds, her mother wouldn't be there yet and it wasn't her day to be there but she liked going to the Center, it helped her clear her mind.

Laura walked in only to stop in her tracks when she saw Bianca sitting at the table. The other girl looked over at her only to quickly look down, but not before Laura saw the tears come to Bianca's eyes, making her feel even worse.

Hurrying over to her friend, Laura dropped her bookbag on the floor and kneeled next to her seated friend.

"I can't Laura. I can't." Bianca couldn't hold it back any longer and let the tears flow.

Laura put an arm around the brunette's shoulder. "Come on Bianca lets go to my mother's office."

Bianca just laid her head on Laura's shoulder still crying and followed her to Brooke’s office.

Oh good Laura is here. She always takes care of Bianca. And makes her smile. Eden smiled as she observed the two young women go into the office and then went to play with her friends happily munching on a cookie.

The blond closed the door with her foot and lead the crying girl to the couch by the door, never breaking her hold around the other girl.

"I can't. I can't. My mother will find out. I can't. I'm so sorry. I can't..." She couldn't say anymore as her crying became uncontrollable.

Her mother? What does she have to do with this... Her thoughts trailed off as realization dawned on her. Blackmail. But who? And what?

"I've got you Bianca. Let it out. I've got you and I'm not letting go."

Within ten minutes they both fell asleep on the couch. Bianca holding on to Laura and Laura with her arms wrapped protectively around Bianca.

Brooke was halfway into her office when she noticed the two young women asleep on her couch. She smiled at the sight. I wonder if they know how cute they are together. Her smile widened as she quietly left the office.



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Bianca snuggled closer as her pillow moved again.Moved? She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

It was obvious to Bianca that Laura was in the middle of some sort of nightmare. She was thrashing about and mumbling.

"Can't breath...help...swim..." A look of pain and fright was in place on the sleeping blond's face.

"Laura. Laura! Wake up!" Bianca gently shook her friend's shoulder. "You're having a bad dream." Her insides in turmoil at the sight of her friend.

Laura bolted up, nearly knocking Bianca off the couch. "Sorry Bianca I just..."

"Had a nightmare. Are you OK?" She placed a hand on the distraught women's back.

"I can't even take a nap without having a dream about what happened on the yacht." She ran a shaky hand through her hair, getting it out of her face. Bianca had started rubbing her back in gentle circular motions, distracting her beyond no end.

At the comment Bianca silently removed her hand and clasp them in her lap.

"You have to tell me Bianca" Laura pleaded as she turned to face the other girl.

"I can't." Distress coloured the brunette's response.

"Bianca." Laura waited until her friend looked up and met her eyes. "Are you being blackmailed?"

"I...I..." Bianca's trapped look as she pulled away gave Laura her answer.

"Only you can take that power away from them." The blond took her friend's hand in both of hers. "Tell me who's doing this. I'll be with you the whole way."

"I...just can't. Bianca got up and rushed out the office door.

"Bianca!" By the time the startled Laura made it through the office door the retreating girl was going out the front door.

"Don't go." She whispered, eyes closed.

"Honey was that Bianca I just saw running out of here?" Brooke was holding one of the many folders she was always carrying.

"Yeah. It was." Laura opened her eyes and turned to her mom.

Brooke raised an eyebrow.

"I was asking her why wouldn't she tell me who pushed me off the yacht." She sighed and put her hands in her back pockets of her jeans.

"Did she tell you dear?" She asked her daughter, already guessing the answer. Even though she didn't know Bianca very well, when she thought about it, it didn't seem likely that the brunette would push Laura...drugged or not.

"No, but I'm almost positive I know why." Laura said with a determined look on her face.

"Well?"

"Blackmail." Her gaze became angry.

"Black-" Brooke's exclamation was cut off by a little voice called for Laura.

"Laura!" Eden ran up to her friend.

"Hey Eden." She went down to one knee to hug the youngster.

"What's wrong with Bianca? She's sad." Eden face showed that this made her sad too.

"I know. I'm gonna try to fix that."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Pinky swear?" Eden held up her pinky.

Laura smiled at the serious expression on the little girl's face.

"Pinky swear." The blond hooked her pinky with the smaller one.

"Eden! It's time to go home." A tall red headed women called.

"OK. Mommy!" She started to run to get her lunch box, but quickly made her way back to Laura. "Don't forget your promise" she whispered in the still kneeling blond's ear, then ran over to her mom who already had the little girls lunchbox.

"Well dear, it looks like you have a promise to keep." Brooke was smiling widely.

"Yup. Looks like it." She watch Eden leave with her mother.

"You can start by taking Bianca her bag." Brooke pointed to the gray side satchel laying of the floor underneath the table.

Laura picked up the bag. "I'm going to take it to her right now. I need to talk with her. I..." she let out a deep sigh. "I don't like seeing her upset."

"I know. Be home by dinner, OK." Brooke patted her daughter on the back and turned to her office.

"Kay Mom! See you tonight." She grabbed the bag and headed out the front door.



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Bianca walked up the stairs of the porch to her home, wiping tears off her face.

"I have to tell Laura."

"No you won't!"

Startled, Bianca turned around to see Greenlee Smythe at the foot of the stairs.

"I would have to have to tell mommy dearest about your...little escapades. I'm sure she would love to hear about the `Blue Angel.'" Greenlee watched with glee as Bianca's face paled at her threat.

Laura who was walking up to the house heard Greenlee's threat.

And she saw red.

Without saying a word, she dropped Bianca's bag at her feet and marched right up to the back of Greenlee. She spun the brunette around, and still not saying a word, punched her right in the face.

"You bitch!" Laura watched as the girl fell backwards onto the steps.

"Ugh."

"You're the one who's blackmailing Bianca. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass from here to China."

Her hand on her cheek where Laura hit her Greenlee answered. "Because I will make your life miserable is you even touch me again."

"Not good enough." The blond took a menacing step forward.

"Laura. Don't." Bianca, who had been in a shocked stupor during this whole exchange, finally came out of it when Laura stepped forward.

Never taking her eyes off the figure on the steps, she stepped to the side. "Get out of here Greenlee. And if I hear you telling Ms. Kane anything, I will bring charges against you so fast for what you did on the yacht you'll wish I had kicked you butt."

Greenlee got up, brushed herself off and said with a nonchalance she didn't feel, "Whatever." Then walked off to her car.



Chapter 2:

"I...um...you left your bag at the Center." Laura picked up the gray side satchel and walked up the porch stairs to hand it to her. The action have her a reason to fill the awkward silence.

"Thank you...umm....how's your hand?" Bianca tried to conceal her smile.

"Oh, it stings." Laura also trying to conceal a smirk.

"Come on inside and I'll get some ice for your hand." Bianca took out her keys and opened the front door.

"Thanks."

Inside the brunette put her bag down beside the door.

"Laura why don't you sit down over there." She pointed to one of the comfortable looking chairs in the living room. "And I'll get some ice for your hand."

"Thanks again." The blond said and sat down. Uhg. I can't believe I lost it like that. Wonder what Bianca really thinks?

In the kitchen Bianca filled up the blender with ice and set the blender going. She did that for me. She let the warm feelings of the thought wash over her. Oh God, what if Greenlee– She shook her head to stop the thought. Laura's hurt and she needs ice. The brunette reminded herself knowing there would be more than enough time to think about Greenlee.

Bianca filled up a plastic zip lock baggy, covered it with a terry cloth towel and took it out to the waiting blond.

"Here. This should help." The younger woman sat down on the arm of the overstuffed chair Laura was sitting on.

"Thanks." Shifting sideways she asked the question she wanted to know the answer to most. Well...the second question. She mentally smirked.

"Did Greenlee push me off the yacht?"

Bianca looked down and fiddled with her hands. "Yes she did."

Laura remained silent.

"She came up from behind and pushed you. She yelled something like Leo's mine."

She shook her head as the fog around the incident cleared. "Didn't she say something about other fish in the sea?"

Bianca's eyes went wide and smile spread over her face. "You remember!"

"Yeah" nodding her head. "Looks like I do. Nice to know what happened." A slight grin on her lips.

"So what are you going to do now."

"Nothing. I have to have something against her to keep her off your back." She took the bag of ice off and flexed her hand. "And I don't think I'll be punching her for a while. Well, proves what I've always thought all along...she's a hard head." The blond cracked hoping to make Bianca laugh.

The brunette smiled and rolled her eyes. "I don't understand. Don't you want to know-"

"I don't need to know." Laura interrupted her friend. "Just know if you want to tell me you can." Impulsively she took the other girls hands in both of hers. "I'm here for you Bianca."

Both girls were acutely aware of the softness of the other's hands.

"Thank you." Bianca said softly. Their eyes met and held.

"I..uh...have to go. Mom wanted me back before dinner." Laura stood up. She had had the urge to kiss Bianca, like many times before, and knew she needed to get away or else she would.

"Okay. My mom will be home soon anyway."

The blond stood up and picked up her bag by the door. "I'll see you later."

The other girl opened the door. "Defiantly. Bye."

"Bye." Laura walked through the door to her car, but not without a look back to see Bianca watching her, the brunette leaning against the door and her head tilted also the door.

She got into her car and started it up.

"Alone again tonight
Without someone to love
The stars are shining bright
So one more wish goes up
Oh, I wish I may
And I wish I with all my might
For the love I'm dreaming of
And missing in my life

"You'd think that I could find
A true love of my own
It happens all the time
To people that I know
Their wishes all come true
So I've got to believe
There's still someone out there who
Is meant for only me

"I guess I must be wishin'
On someone else's star
It seems like someone else
Keeps gettin' what I'm wishin' for
Why can't I be as lucky as those other people are
I guess I must be wishin'
On someone else's star"

Laura drove home as the male voice sang. "Isn't that the truth." She said to the radio. Her thoughts went to the girl whose company she just left. "But then again...who knows." She smiled as she turned into her driveway.

Back at the house Bianca watched until she couldn't see Laura's car anymore. With a sigh she closed the door and went up to her room. She took out her journal from her bedside nightstand.

`Laura found out who pushed her off the yacht today. And I didn't have to say anything. Greenlee threatened to out me when I got home but Laura overheard. She just came up from behind Greenlee and didn't say anything. She just punched her. Knocked her flat too. I was beyond surprised. It warmed me to find out someone cared for me that much. She said she didn't need to know what Greenlee was using against me, that it didn't matter. I hope its true.

She paused gathering her thoughts.

`I don't think about Sarah as much anymore. I still wish she was with me. It doesn't hurt as much to think about her. I'll always love her. She was my first everything. So I guess what they say is true, you always love your first. I hardly think about her when I'm with Laura. I think I'm starting to really like her. It's probably because I can't be with Sarah. Besides Laura's straight and I don't want to ruin our friendship. I don't have many friends so I have to make sure I keep the ones I have.'

The teen closed her journal and turned on her radio.

"Girl, don't you know it's all I can do
To keep my hands off of you
Anytime you're around
And when the stars come out at night
I dream of holdin' you tight
Every time I lay down
It feels so good to me to have you this bad
The only other thing I wish I had was

"A chance
A chance
To tell you how I feel about you
How it feels to live without a chance
A chance
To tell you I'll love you forever
Knowing that I'll never have a chance"

Without her consent Bianca's mind wondered to Laura and stayed there as the song continued on.



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"So" Brooke took a bite of garlic bread, "did you give Bianca back her book bag?"

"Yeah." Laura moved her spaghetti around her plate.

"You both are off for Christmas break now right?" The redhead ate some fenachini alfredo.

"Yeah." She played with her food some more.

"Your dinner looks tired. You should let is relax so it will be rested up to play again." Brooke watched her daughter intently.

"Yeah." The blond paused then gave her mom a perplex look. "What?"

"What's wrong honey?" Brooke gave her daughter a concerned look.

"Nothing."

Brooke leaned back in her chair. "At least tell me why your hand is red and swollen."

Laura quickly put her hand in her lap. "I knocked it against something." Well that's true...Greenlee's head.

"Uh huh. What happened Laura?" She gave her best I-am-your-mother-so-tell-me look.

"I promise to tell you later mom. Please." She countered with her best I-love-you -please-trust-me pleading look.

They just looked at each other for a quiet moment.

"OK. But you will tell me later." Brooke said with a sigh.

"I'll wash tonight." Laura picked up both of their dinner plates.

"Thanks. I'll be in my office. I have to make some phone calls." She watched her daughter enter the kitchen with a small smile.

"Hey mom." The blond returned from the kitchen. "I need to go out for a little while after I wash the dishes. Is that alright?"

"Alight. But be back before ten."

Laura gave her mom an exasperated look.

"I know. I know." She held up her hands in surrender. "It's a mom thing. I trust you, just not the other crazies out there." She got up to go her office.

"Thanks mom." Laura gave her mom a kiss on the cheek. "By the way, where's the Yellow Pages?"

"In the cabinet under the phone. Say bye before you leave." Brooke walked into her office and closed the door.

Laura quickly washed the dishes and not wasting any time, she took out the Yellow Pages.

I don't' know what the `Blue Angel' is so I'll have to look under their business name....why does it sound so familiar?

Finding the name Laura wrote down the address and put it in her pocket.

What was Bianca doing at a bar?

The blond ran up the stair to her room to get something out of her sock drawer and then hurried back downstairs.

"Bye Mom! See you later."

"Bye honey!"



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Laura parked a block away from the `Blue Angel,' proud that she only got lost once.

Laura pulled out the fake I.D. she picked up from her sock drawer. Glad I got a new one last week, the other was a little old. She smiled remembering all the bands she saw using it.

After showing her I.D. the young woman walked in, wondering what she was going to find.

"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something"

The Eurythmics song blared from the sound system as she made her way to the bar.

Behind the bar was a woman in a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a black suede vest and straight shoulder length hair.

"What would you like?"

"Sprite."

The other woman raised an eyebrow.

"I'm driving."

Shaking her head the bartender walked to the other side of the bar to get her drink.

While she was waiting for her drink Laura took a closer look of her surroundings. It was just like every other bar, there were patrons in booths talking, everyone with a drink, some at the bar, others dancing on the floor, quite suggestively she noticed, while there were the few obligatory couples making out. The thing that made it different than almost all the bars she had been to was that there wasn't a man in the whole place.

The blond looked behind the bar and noticed for the first time a rainbow flag.

The bartender came back with the drink and set it down on a napkin.

Laura took her wallet out after taking a sip from the glass.

"Have you seen this girl here before?" The young woman took out the picture of Bianca she kept in her wallet. It's worth a try, doubt she'll remember.

The other women glanced at it and started wiping the bar. "Oh yeah. She came in here with a buddy of hers. Practically had every women in here drooling. Disappointed everyone with she left alone."

"Really." Laura sipped more of her drink hanging on every word the bartender said.

"Yeah. Charmed the hell out of everyone here. Seemed to enjoy herself too...once she relaxed enough." A tall red head at the other end of the bar signaled to the bartender.

Grinning she left money for the drink and a generous tip. I think you're my new best friend.

Laura drove home on autopilot, coming out of her stupor when she found herself parked at home. She entered her home and slipped into her mother’s study.

"Hi Mom. I'm back." She gave the sitting woman a hug from behind. "I'm going to bed now. Good night."

"Good night?" Brooke looked at her watch. "It's not even ten yet."

"I know. `Night anyway." She then rushed out of the room and up the stairs.

"Teenagers." The red head rolled her eyes.

In her room Laura hugged herself while spinning around. She flopped on her bed and grinned at the ceiling. "Looks like I have a chance." She bit her lip. "Now what?"

The ceiling remained silent.

With a grin and an eyebrow raised she got ready for bed as a plan formed.


Chapter 3:

Now come on girl. This is Bianca. Nothings changed. Yes it has. Laura flopped down on her bed and studied the ceiling. "There's no reason to be nervous. It's not like I get nervous every time I call her.” She gave the ceiling a glare. “OK, so I do." Taking a deep breath the blond sat up and grabbed the phone by her bedside before she could think of what she was doing.

The phone was picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?" Came the voice on the other end.

"Hey Bianca. How're you doing?"

"OK. I guess." The other girl said with a sigh.

"Uh huh. And I'm an actress on a soap opera. What's wrong?" She could just imagine Bianca rolling her eyes at her comment.

"My mom arranged a photo shoot for me today. She said she wanted more pictures of me for this new campaign. I'm not looking forward to it. I don't know the photographer, mom hired her two days ago, and Leo won't even be there."

"Is your mom going to be at the shoot?"

"No, thank goodness. I am so not going to enjoy this." Bianca groaned over the phone.

"Do you...um...want some company?"

"I would love it. But I don't know this photographer, the last one wouldn't allow anyone there."

"Well...I could drive you there and just say I was dropping you off if she doesn't want me there. Then...um...we could...uh...go get an early dinner or late lunch." Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. Oh please say yes.....

"That would be great.” Laura could literally hear the smile over the phone. “Can you pick me up in half an hour?"

"No problem." Laura tried her best to keep under control. "See you then."

"Thanks. Bye."

Laura hung up the phone and stared at it for a few moments.

"YES!!" She pumped her fist in the air. "Operation Charming is now underway."

`Operation Charming' was what Laura had thought up of last night. It was actually wasn’t all that complicated nor would it get any prizes for originality. She would spend as much time around Bianca as possible and, of course, be charming as hell to try and figure out if the other girl was interested at all. Then when the time was right she would ask her out.

"Now. What to wear..."

Bianca couldn't believe her luck. She was just planning to call Laura when she called.

"Now I have a friend who'll be there. Maybe this won't be so bad."

She looked at the dress laying on the bed. At least I talked her out of that other sparkle thing.

Slipping on the dress she looked in the mirror. "This one's actually kinda nice." It was very slightly off-white with small green vines and even smaller red and pink flowers design. The dress came down to just above her knees, it hugged her in all the right places without cutting off her movement. Small green straps in the shapes of vines held the dress up.

Making sure everything looked fine, she went downstairs to the living room to wait for Laura.

"Bianca if you still want me to drive you, we'll have to leave now." Erica finished putting on her earrings and grabbed her hand bag.

"No thanks mom. Laura's going to pick me up." She watched in wonder as her mother slowed down.

"Alright dear. Just get there on time. I have a meeting in forty minutes." She looked at the clock that told her it was noon already. "It should only last a couple of hours and then I'll be out of town until tomorrow. The number of the hotel I'll be staying at is by the phone with my room number. Have a nice time dear and be good." And like the whirlwind she is, Erica rushed through the door to start her day.

Bianca looked at the clock and saw she had sixteen minutes to kill before Laura picked her up. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.

Laura pulled up to Bianca's house a few minutes late. After taking a quick glance of herself in the rearview mirror she got out of the car and made her way up to Bianca's door and knocked. She was dressed in neatly pressed light blue jeans and a button-up lavender shirt.

"Hey Laura."

"Hey Bianca." She barely managed to say, her hormones decided to make themselves known at the sight of Bianca in the dress she wore. "Let's go. Sorry I'm late. I had to take Jamie to a friends house." The blond opened the car door for her friend and closed it when she was safetly inside.

"No problem Laura." Bianca responded when her friend got into the car. She then gave Laura directions to the photo shoot.

"Here we go." The blond started the car.

"And you don't know why
but you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl

"Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
It's possible she wants you, too..."

"Ooops. Sorry." Laura quickly stopped the CD. Damn lyrics. "This girl that Jamie likes loves this CD so he's been listening to it."

"How cute." Bianca smiled. She was vaguely aware of the fact the lyrics made her nervous, in that good kind of way.

"Yeah, very." Turning on the radio, she started driving to the photo shoot.

"When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

"When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love..."

Laura groaned inwardly. I don't know if this song's worse or not.

Laura and Bianca were walking to the room for the photo shoot. The brunette had just spent an hour having her hair and makeup done.

"Does it always take you that long?" The blond's respect for her friend went up a notch.

"Sometimes longer." She smiled.

"There is NO way I could stay still that long." Laura stopped in front of a door. "Is this the place?"

"Yes." Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and opened the door.

Laura noticed the motion and was more determined then ever to stay with her friend during the shoot.

Inside, the room was brightly lit, on the wall to their left there was a pale green cloth tacked up and had soft folds diagonally from right to left. With her back to them, the photographer finished fiddling with the lighting and turned to the newcomers.

"Hi! My name is Kris Ruthnick." The lady had short curly brown hair that was short in front and longer in the back, tanned skin, looked only to be 5' 3" and impossible young. She was wearing a white button-up short-sleeved shirt with bright purple jeans and worn looking black shoes.

"Bianca Montgomery." She shook the photographers hand. "This is Laura English. A friend of mine."

"Are you going to stay for the shoot?" Kris said while shaking the girl’s hand.

"I was going to ask if would be OK." Already Laura was starting to like the friendly photographer.

"That would be great. I like it when there's a friend at the shoot, especially with younger models and also since Miss Montgomery doesn't know me, it might make her more comfortable.” She grinned one of her infectious smiles.

Oh I defiantly like her. Laura and Bianca shared a relieved grin.

“If you're ready Miss Montgomery, please step this way and we'll get started." Kris motioned to the lit up area.

"Sure Miss Ruthnick." Bianca followed the woman over to the set.

"For starters, please don't call me Miss Ruthnick. It reminds me of my old, crabby, high school teacher. She called me that whenever I was in deep sh-...er..trouble. Call me Kris." She smiled as she checked her camera again. It was obvious to both girls that Kris wasn’t one not to smile.

The other two girls laughed.

"Hey." Kris said with a mock glare. "I wasn't in trouble all the time, just ask Samatha. Take that back. Don't ask Samatha, she'll squeal on every time and everything I did back then." They laughed as she showed Bianca where to stand.

After giving the girl some brief, minor instructions which basically consisted of `be yourself,' the photographer started taking pictures.

"Wicked camera Kris." Laura commented when she finally tore her eyes away from Bianca.

"Thanks.” Click. Click “Are you a photographer?"

"Kinda." The blond responded.

"Don't let her fool you" Bianca pipped up. "She's a wonderful photographer." She started feeling more comfortable with the attention not totally focused on her.

Picking up that Bianca was feeling more comfortable, Kris directed conversation at the other girl. "What kind of camera do you have?" Click. Click.

"The early model of the one you have actually." Laura was still blushing from Bianca's praise.

"I have that one with me also." Click. Click. Click.

For the next ten minutes Laura and Kris talked photography as she took pictures, the photographer even showed the other girl some tricks to use with the camera the blond had. The whole time Bianca became more and more at ease with what she was doing.

As the session went along the three of them started laughing and having a good time, all the while Kris was snapping pictures.

"I have an extra roll left, Laura get over there with Bianca." Kris ushered the other girl over.

"So Bianca." The blond nudged her friend in the ribs as they stood shoulder to shoulder. "This is what it's like over here."

The brunette playfully slapped the other girls arm. "You goof."

Laura ducked behind Bianca, wrapped her arms around the other girl's waist and placed her chin on the brunette's shoulder. "But you're a goof's friend."

Bianca leaned back into Laura unconsciously and placed her hands over the one's on her abdomen. Kris smiled from behind the camera at the two girls.

"True. I don't know why I hang around you." She was grinning from ear to ear.

"It's because of my charming, witty personality."

"I heard that you had one." She turned her head to her friend.

"Oh I'm hurt.” She mocked a hurt expression. “I know. It's because of my wonderful dancing."

Bianca couldn't stop from laughing anymore and let go with a heartfelt laugh.

Laura let go of her friend and stood beside her. "Can I have this dance madam?" She bowed deeply but didn't wait for a reply. She wrapped an arm once again around the brunette's waist, took her hand in the other and started moving to a slow unheard tune.

Kris' eyebrows shot up from behind the camera until she saw the look in both of the girls eyes. One was obviously...smitten, while the other looked slightly confused but almost equally smitten.. Well, well. I've seen THAT look before. Wonder if they even know. She took the last of the shots and lowered her camera. Hate to do this.

"That's it ladies. Thank you for your time. It's a wrap." She replaced the lens cap on her camera.

The photographer broke the spell the two where in with her announcement.

Laura stepped away and turned to the photographer. "So she's free?"

Kris rolled her eyes. "Yes, but her next parole hearing will be a few days from now.” She zipped up the pouch with the used rolls of film. “I'll have the photos in a couple of days. I'll see you two then."

"Thanks Kris. Come on Laura, you promised me dinner. I want to stop at my house first and change." She grabbed Laura’s hand and started pulling her to the door.

"No problem. Bye Kris!" Waving at the photographer she allowed herself to be pulled towards the door.

"Bye." Bianca called.

"Bye girls.” She waved. “Have a nice dinner."

The two friends rushed out the door leaving the photographer cleaning up her equipment.

"Those two look insanely cute together. Certainly going to break a few hearts when they finally hook up." She grinned and started packing her camera equipment away.



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Bianca sat down at her desk after getting ready for bed. Opening her journal and uncapping her pen, she paused a moment to gather her racing thoughts.

`The photo shoot went well today. The new photographer, Kris, was really nice. She let Laura stay during the shoot and even took some pictures of the both of us. It really startled me at first when Laura put her arms around me. I was sure she could feel my heart hammering. The last time I felt that way was with Sarah.'

Bianca bit her as she paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing.

`It was almost five when we finished so Laura and I went to dinner. We stopped at my house first so I could change and get my purse. I was glad later that I got to changed into my favorite comfortable burgundy shirt and jeans. I never had Thai before so Laura took me to a little hole in the wall place that she frequents. The lady there seemed to know Laura pretty well because she said something to her that I couldn't hear but it made Laura blush. I had a great time. We talked about school, family, friends, life, all sorts of things. I didn't know what to get so we ended up sharing our dinners. We stayed until around eight. Afterwards we stopped at an ice cream parlor and got ice cream cones. We walked around the park across the street not saying anything, she took my hand and held it the whole time until we got back to the car. I tried to fight the tingling feeling I got from holding her hand.”

Pausing she let the feelings of the night wash over her.

`The more I'm around Laura, the more I like her. I mean really like her. But I'm scared. What if I don't really like her? What if it's just that I can't see Sarah so I'm focusing on Laura instead? I couldn't stand it if something happened and it was only felt one way. I don't want to hurt her. I don't know if she's even interested.'

Bianca sighed and put her journal away. She laid down on her bed and wiggled under the covers. Despite the questions running around in her head Bianca fell asleep, dreaming of spending a romantic evening, and night, with a certain blonde photographer.

Laura started her car after walking Bianca to her door. The evening went really well and she was walking on air. Even when her friend at the Thai place embarrassed her. `Bout time you brought someone, she's cute too. Don't mess this one up.' I still can't believe she said that, I don't think Bianca heard. Thank God.

It had been pure impulse on her part to hold Bianca's hand in the park. This time she had let the warm feelings engulf her completely. Basking in the memory she parked her car.

"I'm home Mom!" Laura yelled as she locked the front door.

"I can tell dear." Came the reply from right behind her.

"Jesus!” Laura nearly jumped. “Sorry. I didn't see you there."

"I guessed.” Brooke hugged her daughter and planted a kiss on her cheek. “How did your evening go with Bianca?"

"Great!" Her smile lit up her face, which was not lost on her mother. "I'm going to go to bed now."

Laura was halfway up the stairs when she stopped and turned around. "Oh, and before I forget. Bianca and I are going to go Christmas shopping tomorrow. Both she and I have things to pick up."

"Alright dear. Just be back for dinner. Have a good time tomorrow if I don't see you."

The blonde hurried back down the stairs and kissed her mom on the cheek. "Good night mom."

"Good night honey." Brooke watched the blond go up the stairs. Walking back to her study, she turned on the computer screen. Clicking the reply button on the email she still had up, Brooke wrote back to the PFLAG parent that had been assigned to her.

That night Laura dreamed of spending the night with a beautiful young woman with soulful brown eyes .



Chapter 4:

"So where do you want to go for lunch?" Laura looked at her friend, taking in the snug fitting blue jeans and sky blue top. They had been at the mall since ten, getting there later than they planned because Bianca insisted on cooking eggs for the blond when she found out she didn't have any breakfast.

Bianca glanced at her watch startled to see that it was three already. "I don't know...hey, Rain!" She raised a hand to wave her friend over.

"Hey Bianca. Whatcha up to?" Rain had shoved her hands in her back pockets as she ambled over.

"Just doing some Christmas shopping. Oh, Rain this is Laura." She turned to the blond standing next to her. "And Laura this is my friend Rain."

Laura shook her hand. "Hi Rain. I think I've seen you around the Center."

"Yeah.” She shrugged. “I hang out there every once in a while."

"How about you join Bianca and I for lunch. Bianca would you..." Laura turned to her friend only to see her looking somewhere else with an extremely alarmed look on her face. Following her gaze she saw Greenlee walking in their direction.

"Rain, could you take Bianca over to that little restaurant back there and get us a table." She pointed behind them in the opposite direction of Greenlee, never taking her eyes off the approaching woman.

"Sure. No problem." Rain led the silent Bianca. "What's going on Bianca?" She asked when they were out of earshot and seated comfortable at a booth in restaurant Laura had pointed to.

So Bianca told her about seeing Greenlee push Laura, the blackmail, and how Laura found out.

“But Laura doesn't know you're gay though, right?" She took a bread roll form the basket, broke it in half and started munching on it.

"Right. Here she comes, please don't say anything." Bianca’s insecurities rearing their collective heads.

"You know you don't have to ask me that." She leaned back into her seat.

"Was that Bianca I saw running away." Greenlee said with a cocky air about her.

"What do you want Greenlee." Laura set down her shopping bags at her feet, not willing to back down to the silent challenge.

"What? Can't I come over and talk with Bianca." She tried to look hurt.

"No.” Laura was trying her best to keep a lid on her temper, which seemed very hard to right then. “Leave Bianca alone."

"Oooo. Quite the butch aren't we."  She smirked at the woman across from her.

"I notice that your make-up doesn't cover up the bruise. Nasty looking too, hope it hurts." Laura crossed her arms across her chest.

Greenlee's hand went up to her cheek. "Do you know what she's hiding? You might like to find out. Before you become...associated....with her."

"I know." She glared at the other girl. "That bruise looks lonely you know." Uncrossing her arms she took a step forward and narrowed her stare.

The other girl took an involuntary step back.

"I mean it Greenlee.” She took a step forward. “Leave Bianca alone."

"Oh look. There's Leo. We're picking out things to go into our apartment.” She was disappointed to see no reaction to her last comment. “Bye-bye.” Turning on her heel she walked over to Leo.

Shaking her head Laura turned around to picked up her bags and walked over the to restaurant Bianca and Rain went to.

"Hey you two." She put her bags down beside her and sat next to Bianca, across from Rain.

"Well?"

Laura looked at Bianca, then at Rain, and back to Bianca.

"It's OK. I told her everything."

"Greenlee said she just wanted to talk to you. Then asked if I wanted to know what she has against you and I told her to buzz off and to leave you alone. I mean it Bianca," Laura covered the brunette's hand with her own on the table, "if she even talks to you tell me."

Bianca looked down at their hands. "Alright. I will."

Laura hesitantly removed her hand.

Watching them Rain wondered if Bianca really told her everything.

Laura convinced Rain to let her pay for her lunch, citing her helping Bianca earlier. The meal was filled with talking and laughter until Rain said she had to go and meet up with some friends.

"It was nice getting to know you Rain. See you around." They shook hands.

"Nice getting to know you too Laura. Bye Bianca, chin up." Rain waved at them both as she walked away.

"It's four thirty. I guess I should drive you back home." But Laura didn't want to. She knew she wouldn't be able to see her until after Christmas. Three days is a long time.

They quietly walked back to the car and placed their bags in the trunk.

Waiting for the light to change Laura spoke. "Hey Bianca, have you ever been to Carole's Antique Shop?"

"I love going there.” She smiled. “I like looking around and digging into the pile of things and boxes. You never know what you're going to find."

Laura smiled and turned at the next corner. "Good." She parked the car. "Come on. The shop closes at six and I know you don't have to be back until a little later." She got out of the car and waited for Bianca to join her.

They said hello to the elderly lady behind the counter and went exploring together. The store had two floors and small paths in between large stacks of goods piled on top of each other and in boxes.

"Hey Laura look at this." They had been in there for only ten minutes. Bianca held up a rose coloured vase with white flower engravings. It was about ten inches tall. The body of it was about three inches wide, it went slightly smaller as it went up and then went back out. The bottom looked like a regular goblet bottom in clear glass.

"It's Fisstoria." Came a voice from behind them. The elderly lady from behind the counter was placing some wooden frames on an already crowed table. "A very lovely piece. You have good taste miss." She turned around and went back in the direction of the counter.

"It is beautiful." Bianca looked at it a little longer then sighed and put it back down. "Let's look upstairs."

"Alright. Be right there. I want to finish looking at these books." Laura replaced the book in her hand on the shelf.

"OK." She smiled at the blond and went up the stairs.

When Laura was sure that Bianca was upstairs she picked up the vase and went to the counter.

"Excuse me ma'am. But could you possibly hold this vase for me until tomorrow?"

"No problem. I'll wrap it up in some bubble wrap and place it in this nice box." After she closed the it in a white box she placed it under the counter and tapped Laura's name onto it. "That way your friend doesn't see it." She winked.

"Thanks." Laura then hurried upstairs and joined Bianca.



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Early the next morning Laura walked into of Carole's Antique Shop ready to purchase the vase.

"Good morning Laura." The elderly lady, whose name the two girls found out was Carole Reedisn, greeted the photographer with a friendly smile. "Here's the vase. I want to thank you and Bianca for helping me with those boxes yesterday. Normally I'd wait for Benny but he's not coming home until later today."

The two girls had helped the older lady with some boxes she was trying to move. "We were glad to help . So how much do I owe you?"

"Please just take it dear and give it to your girlfriend." Carole smiled as the girl blushed slightly.

"But-"

"I won't take anything for it. You and Bianca remind me of Victor and I when we first met." The gray haired lady let out a big sigh and her gaze went introspective. "We were married fifty three years when he died. At night I can still feel him holding me.” She paused. Shaking her head, Carole returned her gaze to the young women before her. “Anyway, please take it. I think she'll like it."

Laura, blushing even more, smiled and gave the Mrs. Reedisn a hug and promised to bring Bianca again and visit.

Bianca examined the merchandise before her again. She was in one of the few shops in Pine Valley that sold professional equipment and supplies for photographers. Wishing for the hundredth time that she didn't wait until the last minute to get Laura a gift, that and the fact that for some reason none of the sales persons seemed to be free to help her, she was about to give up when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Do you need me to pick anything up from the store Sam? Alright I'll be home in half an hour or so. Bye." Kris closed her cell phone and spotted Bianca. "Hi Bianca. I finished developing the first half of the pictures and they're looking good. I think the best ones are going to be towards the end and of you and Laura."

"Hey Kris.” She gave her a relieved smile. “That's good to hear. I was wondering if you could help me. I need to get a gift for Laura, but I have no idea what case to get for camera."

"Sure. I have time."

Bianca finished wrapping up the last of her Christmas gifts when the doorbell rang. She rushed downstairs and was disappointed to see the Fedex man.

He looked at the address on the packet he was holding. "I have a registered letter for Erica Kane."

"She's not here. But I'm her daughter. Can I sign for it?"

"Yeah. Here." He handed the clipboard to her and she signed her name.

"Thank you.” He nodded. “Marry Christmas."

"Marry Christmas." Bianca was about to toss it on the desk in the living room when she saw the return address. It was Greenlee Smythe. She felt the panic start to rise. Calm down. Take to the letter upstairs.

Not really knowing how she got there, Bianca locked her bedroom door and sat down on her bed. Hands shaking she opened the letter. She read it over three times before it began to sink in, even then she just stared at it for a long time. She would have kept staring at it if the phone hadn't rung.

"Hello?" Bianca somehow managed to get out.

"Is something wrong Bianca? My mom and I are skating and I called to see if you wanted to come..."

"I...she....I–I–I"

"What is it?" Laura was defiantly apprehensive now.

"Greenlee. She sent a–a registered letter to my mom. She...wasn't here, so I–I signed for it. I noticed the re-return address was Greenlee's, so I opened it. She told...that I. I can't do this now. I've got to finish getting ready for today." She hung up the phone without even a goodbye and went into autopilot, getting ready with almost no thought.

"Well honey?"

Laura turned around with a mixed look of unnerve and furious.

Brooke became extremely worried when she saw her daughter's face. "What's wrong?"

"Remember when I told you that I suspected that someone was blackmailing Bianca?" Without waiting for her mother to answer she continued. "I found out that I was right and that it was Greenlee. I told Greenlee if she ever told what she had on Bianca to anyone I'd press charges for the yacht pushing." Laura took a deep breath still staring straight ahead past her mother. "Apparently Greenlee sent a registered letter to Miss Kane, somehow Bianca intercepted it and saw that it revealed everything. Then she just hung up on me."

"You mean to say that Greenlee is, or was, blackmailing Bianca AND is the one who pushed you off the yacht?" Brooke wasn't sure how to feel about the news. She was glad it was revealed who pushed Laura, but was confused about the blackmailing.

"Yes. I remembered a couple of days ago. That's how I hurt my hand, I had hit Greenlee when I found out what she was doing to Bianca."

Brooke was unsurprised to hear it was what Greenlee was doing to Bianca that made Laura hit her. "Well, I say we go straight to the police..."

Laura finally looked at her mother pleadingly. "No. Can we please hold off until after I talk with Bianca? She's the one whose going to be hurt with this, I don't give a damn about Greenlee, but I don't want to hurt Bianca. I lo...she's my friend."

She looked at her daughter. "Alright, just until after Christmas.” She sighed. “Let's go home. We can warms up and you can call Bianca again.



Chapter 5:

Bianca dressed in a sparkling dark blue sequenced dress and earrings. Her hair was done up in a kind of bun. She had just finished putting on her make-up when she heard the doorbell ring.

"I'm coming!"

Ring. Ring.

Bianca opened the door. "Hi.” She hugged her friend. “I was just -- I was just on my way to the enchantment campaign."

Leo walked in. "Yeah, I see."

Bianca turned around with a fake smile. "What do you think?"

Leo had a sad look on his face. "You look like her."

Bianca noticed the look and tried to act happy about everything. "Yeah, mom dreamed up this -- this new campaign idea. It's supposed to bring us closer together." She went to the living room.

"Well, knock 'em dead." He followed her.

"I will."

Leo paused. "I just came to get the rest of my stuff.” He upstairs gestured with his hand. “You know, I'm going to miss not seeing you every day."

She finally let her emotions show. "Me, too, Leo. It's been really great having you around."

"I'm just a phone call away." He pantomimed a phone.

She quickly hide her emotions once more and tried to sound happy. "Well, I'm sure that you're going to have lots to do at your new place. And besides, things are really good around here. Mom and I have been getting along really well lately. I feel really great about everything."

He couldn't take it anymore. "Who the hell are you kidding, Bianca? You're falling apart!" He paced a little. "Don't let Erica make you do this."

"It's a mother-daughter campaign.” She shrugged and pretended to be confused. “What is the big deal? Why shouldn't I give it a chance?"

He tried to make her see reason. "You know why. Because you're lying to your mother and you're lying to yourself, that's why."

"I have two years until I'm 18 and I'm out on my own.” Bianca shook her head. “I don't have to think about coming out till then. You said so yourself." She shot right back.

He winced at his own words. "Yeah, well, maybe I did. I said it because I thought it might make you feel better, that's why."

"Well, maybe I still need to hear it." Her arms crossed.

"I know you better now, Bianca.” Leo hugged Bianca. “You're my friend. I care about you. Don't do this. Don't -- don't turn into this person." He pleaded.

"My mom is on her way to pick me up." She said with a dismissive tone and went to the desk to pick up her purse.

He hung his head and shoved his hands into his pockets. "So you're not going to listen to me?"

"Leo, if you really want to be my friend, then stop giving me such a hard time.” Bianca fiddled with her purse. “I have to do this" She gave him a pleading look.

But he didn't fall for it. "Bianca, we already tried to be the super couple. We crashed and burned. Learn from it."

"This will be different." The determined look on her face weakened a bit.

"No, this is going to be worse.” He started to pace, waving his arms about. “You're setting yourself up to be another Erica. Are you ready for interview after interview?" He pretended to be holding a microphone. "`Tell me, Bianca, what do you look for in a boy?' `If you were stranded on a deserted island, who would you rather be with -- Kevin Richardson or Justin Timberlake?'"

"Oh, I'll do it.” Squaring her shoulders she continued. “I'll answer it. Just like my mom says, it's a game, Leo.”

"No, your soul will shrivel up.” He became angry when Bianca turned her back on him. So he told her what he knew to be the truth. “By the time you're 18, you won't even know who the hell you are."

"Look who's talking!" She turned to face him. "You know what? Don't tell me how to live my life when you have no idea what you're getting into, playing house with Greenlee, pretending that you love her."

"I do love her." He said quietly.

"You don't even know her. She is the definition of shallow. She's a liar and worse."

At this he got angrier. "Oh, don't lash out at Greenlee because I'm telling you something you don't want to hear. Greenlee has never done anything to you."

She let her own temper flare. "No? You know what? I'm glad you're moving out. It's just like with my mom. I can't be truthful with you, either."

"What do you mean?” Hurt coloured his words. The one thing he loved about Bianca so much was the fact that they were totally honest with each other, something he hoped to have with Greenlee. “What, be-- because Erica’s trying to set us up as a romantic couple? What?"

"Yeah, that's it." Bianca stared at the floor, the fight seeping out of her.

"Right.” Like I believe that, something else is going on here. “Bianca, and I don't want to help you lie. If I told you to hang in there and play the game, I was wrong. It's costing you too much." He let the compassion and feelings he felt for his friend who he thought of as a sister show through. She looked up at Leo with tears just starting in her eyes. "I'm not ready to tell my mom the truth

and what if La..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Laura had become such a good friend that she wasn't willing to let her feelings risk that friendship, and letting Leo know would risk that friendship. "It would mean that for the rest of my life --"

"For the rest of your life what?” He pulled her into a hug. “Well -- can it really be that bad to tell your mother the truth?" He was really trying to understand.

She came up with the only reason she could think of. "Do you know that thousands of kids every day come out to their parents and wind up on the street and can't go home again?"

He lifted Bianca’s chin so he could look into her eyes. "You really think that Erica's going to disown you for this?" He gave her a disbelieving look. "Bianca, what are you really afraid of?" He said softly.

She took a deep breath and finally hugged him back. "That our lives are never going to be the same again. That every time she looks at me, she'll be reminding me of how much I have hurt and disappointed her. It would be so much easier if I wasn't in..." She stopped herself and pulled away.

"Are you sure that Erica's the one that you're going to disappoint? What are you more afraid of, Bianca, telling your mother the truth or finally accepting who you really are?" Bianca walked to the Christmas tree. "I know you are still in love with Sarah..."

"Not Sarah."

"Then who-" He was stopped by the opening of the front door.

There stood the imposing figure of Erica Kane.

"I want you to leave, Leo." Her face haughty and her tone commanding.

"I'll get the rest of my stuff." He said in an unimpressed voice.

"No, I'll have them sent it to you. It's over. Go." Standing aside she pointed to the front door.

Leo turned to his friend. "You know where to reach me." He then gave her a hug and whispered "I believe in you" quietly in her ear and walked out the door leaving mother and daughter alone.

"You are so lovely." Erica said with a proud smile on her face.

"Aren't we very late?" Bianca wanted desperately to get out of there.

"Yes, we are, but let them wait. I just want to enjoy this moment." She hugged her daughter and held her out at arms length for a moment. "I can't cry. I'll ruin my makeup.” She gazed lovingly at her daughter. “Can hardly catch my breath. I mean, you are just beyond my wildest hopes of what my daughter would be. Do you know of all the people in our lives who I wish was here?"

"Grandma." She said in a sure voice.

"Grandma's always here. I mean your father.” She placed a hand on her daughters shoulder and smiled. “I really think that Travis should be here today to share this moment with us." She didn't see the pain in her daughter's eyes at the mention of her father. "He loved you so much, and I know that you made him very, very happy. Seeing you like this, I just know that it would give him such joy." She let go of Bianca and walked to the other side of the room to the desk and pulled out a key to unlock the top drawer. "I've been wanting to give you something for weeks. Just been waiting for the right moment. It's here."

Erica pulled out a beautiful gold locket. "This is from your father. Your father gave me this locket on the day you were born." She handed it to her daughter.

"What did he say when he gave it to you?" She couldn't take her eyes off of it.

She smiled at her daughter. "That he loved me very much."

"You loved him then, too, didn't you?" In a voice that held a note of child like needing.

"Oh, yes, I did. Especially on that day, when we saw you for the first time and we realized what a remarkable person we had made together." Erica smiled, the memory still fresh in her mind. It was the one memory she knew that she could never forget.

Her hands shook. "I wish he were here now."

"Well, he would be just as proud of you as I am, honey." She watched as her child lovingly.

"I wonder." She said in a thoughtful and sad voice.

"Well, don't, because I know he's watching over you. And one day when you have children of your own, you and the man you marry, you will feel exactly the same kind of intense joy and pride that I'm feeling right now." She didn't see the slight wince. "That's what I wish for you. And I know that Travis would, too."

Bianca held it against her heart. "Thank you for giving me this, mom."

"Well. We'd better go, right, because otherwise there's going to be a complete riot down there at the Valley Inn if the Enchantment women don't show up. Are you ready?" Erica picked up the matching purse.

"Can I just take a few moments here, mom?” Bianca still held the priceless locket to her heart. “I just want to sit here alone with my locket. But I'll be around. I'll be along really soon."

"Ok. Just don't take too long, ok?” Checking to make sure she had her cell phone and wallet, she nodded “Because all of America is waiting to see the most ravishing mother-daughter team they've ever experienced. Ok. I'll tell the limo driver that you'll be out very soon." Erica then left to go the press conference.

Bianca then sat down on the chair closes to her still clutching the locket to her heart even harder. "Oh, daddy. Help me."

Cupping it in her hands as Shee pulled it away, she talked to it. It was the one thing she had from her father. "Do you remember the day of the science fair, daddy? We went for pizza afterwards and just talked for hours. I almost told you then.” Smiling weakly she continued on. “But we were having such a good time. And I thought there will be time. I know exactly what you would have said, too. You would have totally understood. You'd have said, "everything's going to be ok, baby." But there was no time.” She closed her eyes to hold back the tears. “I lost you." Sh stood up and put the necklace around her neck and draped her jacket over her arm. "Now I have to go and do what mom wants me to do. You're not here and I have to -- I'm afraid of being the person I really am, so I'm just going to be the person that mom needs me to be."

She opened the door and stopped right in her tracks. "Sarah?" She blinked. "Sarah. What are you doing here?"

"Is your mom home?" Sarah had on a long heavy coat to ward off the cold.

"No." Bianca didn't know what else to say. She was happy, sad, confused, and everything else in between. She was happy to see Sarah, even all she had put her through, she was still Bianca's friend. Sad because she no longer felt that jolt when seeing her, not anymore.

"Can I come in?"

Bianca backed away from the door and closed it after the blond.

Sarah walked into the house looking everywhere. "It's -- it's just what I expected it would be. That outfit." She smiled. "It's not your usual sweatpants and t-shirt in the afternoon."

"Sarah, what's going on?" Bianca was guarded.

"I brought you a Christmas present.” She handed a flat, wrapped object to the dressed up young women. “Go ahead. Open it, please."

Bianca opened the present, halfway wishing it was Laura who was there with her.

"It's a new journal for your new memories." The leather bound book was the colour of chocolate and just as smooth and soft. Sarah smiled, remembering how Bianca wrote in her journal everyday, siting that it helped her sleep and calmed her thoughts.

Bianca stared at it.

Sarah looked at the painting of Erica above the fire place and back at Bianca. "She's everywhere, isn't she?"

Bianca didn't look up. "It's her house."

Gazing at her friend and one time lover, Sarah tilted her head. "That's not what I meant."

The brunette looked up. "Sarah, did you drive all the way from Boston to give me this?"

"I needed to tell you something in person." The other girl looked down at the floor unable to look into Bianca’s eyes.

"What?” She stepped closer. “Has something happen?"

"Yeah. My mom sort of lost it on me when you left New York. She went off on your mom and the phone call and the fact that you came to the city. I guess --” Sarah shrugged helplessly. “I guess she was afraid I was going to run away with you or something." She started to fidget, something Bianca knew meant that what the other girl had to say next wasn’t going to be good.

"What'd she say?" The young model didn’t want to ask, but knew she had to.

"She decided to move the date of the wedding up. She's changing everything, all the plans." Desperation coloured her voice.

"To when?" Bianca wasn't even sure she really wanted to know.

"Tomorrow.” Sarah mimicked her mother. “`Christmas Eve would be a perfect day to be married.' I guess she thinks that'll seal it, that I'll shut down my feelings and that I'll never be able to turn back." Swallowing hard, she was unable to continue.

"You said that's what you wanted. You said that's what you had to do." Bianca was now thoroughly confused, having no clue as to where this conversation was going.

"That's what I said." The young blond closed her eyes.

"So, it's a good thing, right?" This was a situation that she never imagined happening and was at a lost at what to do.

"Good for my mom. Good for Ian." Her eyes still closed.

Bianca finally understood. "And what about you, Sarah?"

"I guess I'm letting other people decide about that." Finally she opened her eyes which were misted over slightly.

Bianca took a step back from Sarah. "So what is this?Are you asking --"

"Yes.” Sarah interrupted. Before she lost her nerve totally she continued on in a rush. “Yes, I am. I need your help, Bianca. Please."

"Help you? How?" She was wary of Sarah, having been burned so many times in so many ways from one person. She kept the image of Laura and feelings of protection she evoked in her in the forefront of her mind.

The other girl sighed and turned away from Bianca. "I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Sarah, nothing is happening to you that you can't stop.” Bianca asked the question she was afraid to. “Sarah, did Ian try to do something to you?"

"No, this is not about Ian. He would never hurt me or anybody else." She quickly defended her friend.

"Well, then what do you want from me? You broke up with me. I told you what I had at once wanted,” She paused and took a deep breath. “But that's changed now. I'm sorry. I-I'll still help you anyway I can but you're marrying Ian tomorrow." Bianca watched as Sarah's shoulders slumped slightly as the implication of the brunette was saying hit her.

"You think I want that?” She wiped a couple of escaped tears away. “You think I want to be with someone I'm not in love with? You think I want to do that to another person?"

"Sarah, wake up!" She what Leo was telling her earlier started to make sense. "That's what you're doing. If you know that it's wrong, – that you can't do it and still be happy, then you have to change it."

"I can't!" She was frustrated with Bianca, her mom, and particularly at herself.

"Why not?" The brunette was ready to throw up her hands in exasperation.

"Because I'm not -- I'm not as strong as you are, Bianca. You've even managed to move on. I can't...I can't." Sarah sighed. "My mother keeps telling me that everything is going to be fine, that my wedding day will be the happiest day of my life. Except -- that had already happened -- with you." She held up a hand when she saw Bianca open her mouth. "I know that's in the past."

"So what? Do you want me to make up your mind for you?" Bianca kept thinking they had their wires crossed, but she was certain that Sarah was asking her to help her get out of the situation the blond was in.

"I want you! I want what we had. I want that with you. It rips my heart in two realizing that I really lost all that for good” The look on her face showed how much agony she was in knowing she lost Bianca for good. “But I can't keep hiding the feelings that I don't feel for Ian." Sarah finally let the tears fall. "And I'll never be what my mom wants me to be. Maybe you can pull that off with your mom, but I can't."

"Whoa.” Bianca threw up her hands. “You think I'm who my mom wants me to be?" She gave her an incredulous look.

"Look at you.” She gestured to Bianca. “You're even starting to dress like her."

"It's not me. Sarah --"

"Help me Bianca. Help me to be strong, like you are." She wiped her own tears away, remembering a time when Bianca would do it for her. Her heart broke a little more.

The brunette sighed deeply. Why do people always say that...can’t they see the truth? "I'm not strong--"

"I know you can pull this off." She gestured towards the outfit Bianca was wearing. "You can be anything your mom wants you to be for as long as you have to while you're in her house and then you can move on and you can be yourself. I know this about you."

"You don't know anything." It didn't come out mean, but it still hurt Sarah.

"You gave me an out and I didn't take it.” Pacing she continued. “You would have run away with me that day. Can't you see?” She stopped in front of Bianca. “You can survive anything. I can't. If I had said yes, you would have gone with me. I know it."

"But you didn't. And now I--"

"Moved on and found somebody new.” A few silent tears tracked down her face. “Someone who'll love you the way you should be, right. Then you'll get out of this house. You're going to be able to tell your mom the truth about yourself someday because you believe what's in your own heart. I don't, and I just --"

Bianca opened and shut her mouth a couple of times. I wish you were here Laura. "Sarah, you're so wrong about me! You came here for my help. I can't even help myself."

Sarah opened her mouth to contradict her but Bianca beat her to the punch.

"Sarah, are you blind?" She turned away from the other girl and wrapped her arms around herself, hoping that it would help keep her together. "What am I able to do that you can't? I live a lie in this house because my mom can't know. She -- she can't hear that I'm gay -- not now, not ever. And you want to know how I know that? Because I've tried telling her so many times." She turned back around. "I have tried to say, `mom, I want you to know who I am. I want you to know.' But I can't do that because she would fall apart. My mom can't accept who I am, Sarah. Or the people that I love."

She shook her head. "You'll be able to tell her. You're strong enough to do it. I know you are."

"Sarah, would you just shut up!" She gestured to herself. "I'm not strong! You're not strong. The only thing that is strong here is our fear, and it's winning, Sarah. We let it win against us and now it's winning at keeping us it's own." She stalked past Sarah further into the living room.

Sarah said the only thing she could think of to remind Bianca of her courage. "Remember when we ran away from the hospital to the school ground next door and played on the swing?"

"Yeah, I remember." Bianca was exhausted and it showed in her voice.

"I pushed you, and you laughed so hard." Bianca closed her eyes, knowing where this story was going and why Sarah was tell it. "You kept saying you were trying to kick the stars with your feet."

"Yeah. And you said I couldn't." She kept her eyes close.

"And you said you could do anything.” Sarah stepped closer. “That's the difference between you and me. I don't know if this is the right thing to say right now --"

"Just say whatever." She finally opened her eyes.

"I still love you. But I know it's not meant to be."

"I know. I know you do. I'm sorry, it wasn't." She hugged Sarah and closed her eyes in relief. She didn't feel any spark, only sadness at what could have been. She finally had her answer. She was in love in Laura for Laura, not because of an absent Sarah.



Chapter 6:

When Bianca opened her eyes she saw her mother standing in the doorway. She backed away without even thinking. Sarah turned around to see Miss Kane also.

"What are you doing in my house, Sarah?" Erica did not like this interruption.

"Miss Kane, I -- I --" The old panic reasserted itself

"Haven't you caused us all enough pain? Really." Erica took off her jacket.

"I was just here from Philadelphia bringing her a gift, that's all." Sarah backed off.

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough in New York.” She leveled her patent Erica Kane glare at the young women. “You are not welcome in my home, even with a gift." She flung her jacket on one of the chairs.

Finally finding her voice Bianca protested. "Mom, please don't do this."

Erica pretended not to hear her daughter. "I have a dozen reporters and photographers waiting at the Valley Inn. Thanks to you, Sarah, Bianca is late for a very important debut."

"Mom, don't do this now." Her temper started to flair at her mom’s refusal to listen.

She continued to ignore her daughter. "Do you have any idea what an important event in her life you're interrupting, Sarah? Do I have to call my personal security guards to make sure that you leave?"

"Mom, stop!" Erica finally looked at her daughter.

"No, no. It's ok. I'm leaving. Bianca --" Sarah moved towards the brunette.

"Just leave, Sarah." Erica wanted this troublesome girl out of their home.

"I'm sorry I came here." Sarah was looking at Bianca.

"You should be." Erica disregarded the way Sarah was looking at the other girl.

"I never meant to hurt you.” She grabbed Bianca’s hands, squeezed, then let go. “I never did, not for a minute. Please be happy, don't let go." The blond turned back to the door.

"No, Sarah, wait! We have to talk!"

"We have to get to the Valley Inn, honey." Erica reminded her.

Bianca turned to her mother quickly. "No!" Then went back to Sarah. "Sarah, this is it? We can do this. We can --” She paused and took a deep breath. “We can do this now, Sarah. You don't have to get married." The blond looked terror at Erica then back to the other girl and quickly fled out the door. "You don't have to -- Sarah!" Bianca rushed to the door to late; she watched as a car tore out of the driveway.

"Oh, you know, a stylist can go over this before you have to go in front of the cameras, honey. And the stylist will just make everything right again and just, you know, smooth it all out.” Erica continued to babble. “Oh, my beautiful daughter. You don't have to worry about anything, honey. Mommy's here. And I love you. Oh, I just can't wait for the world to see you. The limo is waiting in the driveway and Uncle Jack is waiting for you at the Valley Inn. And you know what else, honey? You know what else? Your father would have been so proud of you. Oh, he would have loved to see you just this way."

Bianca didn't hear a word her mother said. What Sarah said kept going through her mind and she finally understood what Leo was trying to say to her. Turning around she walked back into the living room taking out the pins in her hair and let it down.

"Bianca? Bianca, what are you doing?"

The young woman took off her earrings.

"You know, honey, you're right.” Erica tried to continue on like nothing had happened. Knowing that the truth she was trying to deny was coming to light. “What good instincts you have. Of course your hair should be down. It should be down. And if it's down and these earrings don't work, so we'll get other earrings, we'll have them redo our hair, and -- and they'll just make everything perfect. They'll make everything right." Bianca got a tissue and started wiping the make-up off her face. "What -- what, may I ask, do you think you're doing?"

"This isn't me, mom. It never was." She continued to calmly wipe away the make-up.

"Well, all right, Bianca. Just tell me what look it is you're going for and I'll have the stylist come up with something different. I mean, they're magicians."

"No.” She shook her head. “No, mom."

Erica continued on. "No matter what because -- `no, mom,' what?"

"I have to tell you something." Bianca stayed calm. If I break down now, I’ll never tell her.

"But I have to go.” The model motioned to the door. “I can't keep those people waiting any longer than I have."

"I'm not going." Bianca’s voice held a note of finality in it.

Erica could feel the slightest twinges of her world crumbling. "Of course you're going. We're going. We're going together. This is what we wanted. The perfect mother and daughter for all the world to see."

"I don't want the world to see me, Mom. I want you to see me." Bianca was on the verge of tears for the third time that day.

"This is what we wanted."

"No.” Bianca shook her head. “No, this is what you wanted. I never did." The young brunette took off her dress, and now clad only in her black slip, tossed the offending dress on a chair.

"What in god's name are you doing, Bianca? Have you lost your mind?" She desperately tried to keep up with what was happening, not at all liking this out of control feeling.

Standing tall Bianca said to her mother "Look at me."

"I don't want to look at you. I want you to go --" The older woman fiddled with her purse.

"Look at me." She interrupted. "I want you to see who I am, mother. Can you see who I am? Can you? I'm trying to show you." Her voice child like.

"Oh, honey, there is something wrong. There is something terribly wrong with you." She finally looked at her daughter.

"No." She shook her head. "No. You just won't look."

"I am looking. I'm looking at my daughter standing half naked in my living room when we have a press conference.” Erica could feel her control start to slip. “We have dozens of reporters and magazine editors waiting --"

Bianca interrupted again trying to get through to her. "Mom, were you listening to David when he tried to tell you who I was? Or Uncle Jack?"

"Bianca, what are you doing? What are you trying to say?" Erica could feel her world starting to tumble away more.

The young woman sighed knowing her mom was ignoring what she was really saying. "You know. I -- I'm trying to show you who I am. I want you to see who I am. Please. Please. I'm your daughter. Yours and daddy's." A few tears fell to the floor. "And I really believe that he would be proud of me, just like you said. Just not for the reasons that you think."

Bianca took a deep breath, collecting up her courage. "Mother. Look at me. I'm exactly who you always knew. I'm still your baby and I still love you."

"I don't know exactly who you are right now, honey. I -- I just know that I have to go. I have people waiting for me. I have responsibilities --"

"And you have a daughter who you won't see! Is that what you want, Mom? Is it?" She was starting to get angry.

Erica turned away from her daughter, but only halfway. "I don't know why you're doing this to me. I mean, I'm hanging on by a thread here." But both could see that this thread was moments away from snapping.

"This is not about you, mom."

She turned to her daughter fully. "The hell it isn't! Well, I'll tell you this. I will not let my company down, and I will not let my fans down, and I will not let myself down." She paused and fiddled with her purse. "I'll just do what I've always done. I'll just do it alone." She couldn’t even fake being resolved about it.

"Have you always loved me, mom? Have you?" Tears came again now.

"How could you even ask me a question like that?" Erica was near tears now.

"Do you love me now?"

"Bianca!" She couldn't hide the incredulous note.

"Do you?" She needed this reassurance as though her life depended on it, and in a way it did.

"Yes!" It was the only answer that Erica ever knew to that question when it concerned her daughter and she knew it always would be.

Bianca closed her eyes for a moment to ready herself to say the hardest words she ever had to say. "I'm gay."

They just looked at each other for what seemed like a long time. Erica's face just going blank where there was a minute ago a stream of emotions.

"Mom? Did you hear what I said? Mom?" The emotionless look started to scare Bianca.

She could hear her world tumbling down around her ears as she turned away and did the only thing she knew, she pretended it didn't happen. "Bianca, you need to hurry and get dressed. We're so horribly late, and it wasn't easy to pull this press conference off, you know, so close to Christmas. Those reporters, those photographers, I know they want to get home to their families. And to keep them waiting would be unforgivable."

"Mom, can't you even look at me? Please, turn around, face me. Face who I am." She could feel that her mom was upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blurt it out like that, but I just couldn't pretend anymore to be someone I'm not."

Erica could only think of two things that could have influenced her daughter in such a way. "I told your Uncle Jack that sending you to that rehab center was a complete mistake, and it was. I was right. I wish I had listened to my instincts. What that girl did to you, that horrible girl --"

Bianca was confused with this turn of subject. "Who? Sarah? She didn't do anything to me."

In her mind it all made since. "Honey, of course she did. She's older than you are, and she preyed on you. She preyed on your youth, and your inexperience"

"No, no we were friends." Bianca was bewildered at where her mother was going with this.

She pushed the argument. "Bianca, you were sick. You were fighting a disease. You were scared. You were vulnerable. And she took advantage of you.” She turned to her daughter with a sympathetic look. “She tried to confuse you, tried to get you to think that you're something that you're not."

The young woman couldn't believe what her mother was saying. "That's not true."

Erica tried to comfort her daughter. "Of course it is, honey. I mean, I have no idea what she said to you to try to convert you."

"She said she loved me but she's afraid." She said truthfully.

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid that --” Bianca looked directly into her mother’s eyes. “That her mother won't love her anymore because Sarah is not who her mom needs her to be."

"That is Sarah's problem, Bianca, not yours." She dismissed the thought with a shake of her head. "Honey, I think that when you've had time to calm down and think this through logically--"

"Oh, what, mom?” She interrupted before her mother could go any further. “I won't be gay anymore?" She didn't understand why her mom was saying these things, it didn't even make since.

"Stop it! Don't ever say that again." Erica resisted the urge to cover her ears. "Bianca, you're only 16 years old. The teen years can be very confusing. You're not even sure who you are."

This was an argument she could counter easily. "I know what I feel and what I don't feel for boys."

"Honey, how could you? You haven't even dated yet." She countered herself.

"Mom -- Leo is drop-dead gorgeous. All the girls want him.” Here she paused. “Except me."

"Well, honey, maybe he's just not your type. I mean, look at me." She pointed to herself. "I've spent my life looking for Mr. Right, but just because I haven't found him doesn't mean that I'm that way." Erica said trying to prove a point.

"But I am." Bianca said quietly with conviction that would have convinced anyone.

"Did I miss something along the way?” She shrugged dramatically. “I mean, I know that my breakup with Travis was very hard on you, that you were very angry and you acted out, but we got you the help you needed. And I didn't think that the damage was permanent."

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I'm not acting out. This has nothing to do with you or daddy or Uncle Jack."

"Then -- then what does it have to do with? I mean, you were perfectly normal before we sent you to that awful rehab center and then that -- that girl --" She returned to the only thing she could think of at the minute.

"Mom, Sarah did not make me gay. I've known that I've had these feelings ever since I can remember. I just wasn't sure what they were." Why can’t she understand?

"Honey, you're still not sure.” This can’t be happening. This has to be the reason. “I mean, you were fighting an eating disorder, and your self-esteem was nonexistent. And then along came this Sarah, and she enlisted you to be her friend."

"Mom, Sarah and I were more than friends.” Pausing before she dropped the bombshell. “We were lovers."

Erica just looked at her daughter with an unreadable expression. "I told my mother once that I would rather die than be like her, and she swore to me that someday my daughter would look me in the eye and say something just as hateful. But I never imagined that you could be this cruel." Anything that was left of her world came tumbling down.

Bianca was shocked and it showed. "Mom, you actually think that I came out, that I told you that I'm gay to hurt you?"

Her stupor continued. "I do nothing than try to please you, try to accommodate you. But everything I do is misunderstood. I mean, I gave you a party that any girl --" She caught herself. "It would be any girl's idea of heaven."

"You mean any normal girl, right, Mom?" Bianca was getting peeved at her mother’s constant disregarding of what she was saying.

She went on. "But you reacted as if you were being tortured, as if I were holding you up for public ridicule."

"Because that's the way it felt.” Interrupting before Erica could continue. “Mom, I'm not you. I'll never be you, and I have known that since forever."

"I never have asked you --"

Bianca resisted the urge to stomp her foot as her voice rose. "Mom, stop dismissing me, please. You are not the only person in this room. I'm here, too. Your daughter is here, and she has feelings that matter, too."

"Of course you do."

"Mom, all my life I have felt like I didn't belong anywhere to anyone, until Sarah. For the first time, I felt at home with someone, I felt like I belonged.” Her voice broke. “But I was also afraid."

"Afraid? Of what?"

"Of you." She watch her mother's expression turn sad for a second so she pressed on. "Of how you would react if you found out about me. I was scared to death that you would be ashamed and embarrassed and disappointed. That's why I didn't want that stupid party." She paced a bit and decided to tell everything. "That is why I got drunk and I tried to make out with the captain of the boys' soccer team. I just wanted to please you, mom. I just wanted to make you happy. I lived a lie so that you would stay tucked away in your comfort zone, so that you wouldn't be ashamed if the whole world knew what you didn't want to admit -- that your daughter is gay."

"That's enough." She couldn’t take it anymore. All these things Bianca was telling her couldn’t be true. It can’t be. She walked to the door and Bianca followed her. "I don't want to hear any more now." Erica opened the door to be greeted with a loud song.

Laura was looking through the window of the Martin home as everyone took out their dishes and washed up. It was the first of two dinners that they just finished. It was a tradition. On Christmas Eve Mrs. Martin would cook up a large feast for the family and on Christmas they would gather again and bring dishes for a pot luck. She had been quiet the whole evening barely saying anything at the exuberant table. She knew something was going on with Bianca.

"Honey. Are you alright?" Brooke hugged her sulking daughter.

"I'm worried about Bianca.” She laid her head on her mom’s shoulder. “I tried to get a hold of her but she isn't picking up the phone. I--I talked with Leo and he said that Bianca was going through some thing, that it was going to be tough. That's all he would say." She sighed again and continued to look through the window.

"Well, a bunch of us are going to go caroling..." Brooke watched in amazement as Laura visibly perked up.

"Are you going to stop by Bianca's house?"

"Yes, we--"

"Great! Let's go." She got her scarf and mitten and was in the middle of sliding into her coat when Brooke could finally speak through her laughter.

"How about we wait for the others. It's not the same caroling with only two people, honey. Besides Bianca's house will still be there if we leave now or ten minutes from now." She knew that mentioning the caroling was going by her daughter's friend's house would pick Laura right up and she was happy to see she was right.

"Joy to the world!
The lord is come,
Let earth receive her king!
Let every heart-- "

"Well, that was lovely." Erica interrupted with a fake smile plastered on her face. "Merry Christmas, everyone."

Bianca came to the door and wrapped her arms around herself, both to ward off the chill of the evening and keep herself together. She saw that Laura was in the crowd with the carolers, she kept her eyes on the floor boards of the porch.

Opal spoke up. "Erica, why don't you and Bianca put on something warm and come join us.” She noticed Bianca was only in her slip and grew concerned. “You know, troll the old Yuletide carol."

"Oh, Opal, thank you, but we have other plans this evening." Erica still had on her fake smile as she back away from the doorway.

Junior took a step forward to ask Bianca personally, he had heard how her mother could be. "Hey, Bianca, I heard you sing at the school the other night, and you were really, really good. I was wondering if you wanted to come sing some harmonies with us."

"Not tonight. Some other time." She didn’t look up.

Laura could tell Bianca was really hurting and did the only thing she could in front of everyone. "Bianca? Merry Christmas." She tried to put as much reassurance in her voice and hoped Bianca would meet her eyes.

She kept her eyes fixed on the porch, it was the only thing she could do or else face a total meltdown. "Merry Christmas, Laura."

Jackson came from behind the carolers and bellowed "Well, ho, ho, ho."

Opal, grateful to see Jack, quickly and quietly took him aside. "Oh, Jackson. It's good to see you. I'm a little worried about Erica. Something's not sitting right with her tonight and -- be a dear, why don't you see if you can find out what's troubling her." She whispered.

"You bet I will." He whispered back and then in a louder voice. "And you have a Merry Christmas, ok?"

"All right. Same to you." Opal felt better that Jack was going to talk to Erica since she couldn't at the moment.

"See you later." Jackson turned around and studied Erica, that’s when he noticed his niece’s state of undress.

Erica's friend nodded. "Good night, Erica!" She called to the woman who was still retreating back into the house. "I'll call you in the morning, ok, find out what Santa brought ya."

"All right." Erica was finally back through the doorway and ready to close the door.

"Merry Christmas, honey." Opal called one last time as all the carolers made their way to the next house.

"But mom," Laura whispered to Brooke. "Didn't you see Bianca? I should go back and--"

"Not now Laura. Jackson is there and he's a very good man. You can call her first thing in the morning."

"Alright" she reluctantly agreed. She didn't sing with any enthusiasm as her thoughts constantly went to her hurting friend.

"You do realize you have members of the press waiting for you at the Valley Inn." Jack asked when they group was out of earshoot.

"I certainly do, yes." Fake smile still in place.

"Is there a problem?" But he could see that there everything wasn't ok.

"No." Erica answered too quickly. "Christmas is my favorite season."

"Mom, stop." Bianca couldn't stand it. "Stop pretending that everything is Santa Claus."

"Come in, Jack." Erica motioned him inside. "Please, come in. Do we have to air our dirty laundry in front of the whole neighborhood?" She glanced around the neighborhood that she could see.

"I'm the one who's dirty, right, mom?" Bianca turned around and stalked into the living room.

"Whoa." He walked in and shut the door without even looking behind him. "What's going on here?"

"Sarah was here." She answered before Erica could. "Mom walked in on us."

Jack took in his nieces appearance and raised his eyebrows.

"I have to get out of here."

Two sets of eyes looked at her in surprise.

Jack was the first to find his voice. "Whoa, please don't leave."

"Mom, where are you going?" She watched as her mom slip into her coat.

"I told you, I have people waiting for me. I can't let them down."

"Mom, you can reschedule. Please, mom, this is important to me." But it was too late, she was already out the door. She just stared at the door before she felt Uncle Jack come up behind her.

"Let me tell you something maybe you don't know about your mother." He hugged his niece. She turned into him, tears falling silently. "She's spent most of her adult life looking for a man to replace her father. And now I think she's -- I think she's afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Bianca was grateful for the embrace.

"That maybe you're looking for a woman to replace her." He stroked the hair of the girl he always thought of as a daughter.

"That's insane." She was quiet having all the fight in her leave with her mother.

"Is it?" He shrugged. "I don't know, I just thought I'd throw it out there." He lead her to the couch. "In my experience, the heart wants what the heart wants. I think you're just going to have to give your mother a little bit of time to get used to this whole idea."

She leaned her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Can't she see that I'm still the same person?"

"No. Not now. Not yet. But she'll come walking back through that door, and the two of you will sit down, and you will work through this.” He squeezed her shoulder. “It will all work out eventually. I promise you." They stayed like that for a long while. He knew that what Bianca needed right now was to feel loved. "Why don't you go to bed sweetheart. I'll stay here and wait up for Erica."

"Thank you Uncle Jack." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight honey." You better wise up soon Erica. You have one damn special daughter.



Continued in Part 2



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