A/N: Hello Everyone! So this is my first fan fiction in a very long time! But I love Revenge and this is literally the story but with me adding my own characters into it. Andrew Pearson is a filthy rich socialite who's parents were betrayed and killed by the Grayson's. His parents helped frame David Clarke and after so long they wanted to come out and tell the world of their sins. Andrew has learned that the Grayson's ordered his parents death and will stop at nothing to destroy them. I will watch every episode of revenge and write my own scenes and add the actual conversations from the show to this story! I also edited Emily's quotes at the beginning and ending of the episode/chapter to fit my character Andrew! I hope you all enjoy & please leave a review! And remember, this is not a story about forgiveness.


"When I was a boy my understanding of revenge was as simple as the Sunday School proverbs it hide behind. Neat little morality slogans like 'do unto others' and 'two wrongs don't make a right.' But two wrongs can never make a right, because two wrongs can never equal one each other. For the truly wronged real satisfaction can only be found in one of two places absolute forgiveness or mortal vindication. This is not a story about forgiveness."


"If I talk real slowly, if I try real hard,

To make my point dear, that you have my heart

Here I go, I'll tell you what you already know

Here I go, I'll tell you what you already know

If you love me with all of your heart

If you love me

I'll make you a star in my universe

You'll never have to go to work

You'll spend every day

Shining your light my way."


Andrew looked around the engagement party, a smile on his face as he talked to a few other socialites. His eyes scanned the scene as he tried to find those that he came with. "Andrew." He felt a hand clasp onto his shoulder. Turning he looked to see Ryan. "Have you seen my sister?" He asked.

Andrew shook his head, "No I haven't seen her…" He said thoughtfully, seeming kind of distant, "last time I saw her was when we came in." He explained champagne in his hand. "Have you seen Daniel?" He asked.

Ryan sighed, "No I haven't seen your best friend." He said, rolling his eyes a little and decided to stand next to him, looking around at the party, everyone dressed in either red or white.

Andrew raised an eyebrow, "You're still hung up about that?" He asked and sipped his champagne.

Ryan opened his mouth to respond but Victoria Grayson cut him off.

"Fire and Ice." She spoke, standing on the platform with Conrad by her side, microphone in hand. Andrew watched her intently; the irony hit him like a train, the ice queen dressed in red, the theme of fire. "When we first sat down to discuss tonight's occasion, I was immediately taken with the idea of an evening inspired by primal book ends. Fire and ice, beginnings and endings, and the love between a man and a woman." She said with a smile.

Andrew clapped his hands along with all the other guests, rolling his eyes a little as he noticed Emily calling someone. He looked to his left a little as Ryan leaned into say something, ignoring Victoria as she stepped off her platform, walking towards Emily. "Trouble in paradise?" He asked.

Andrew nodded solemnly, "I can only assume even the future king and queen of the Hampton's have the same marital troubles as everyone else." He stated.

Ryan scoffed a little, "I can only imagine what. We're socialites Andrew, our lives are perfect." He teased a little bit, nudging him.

"Tonight not only marks the final weekend of a remarkable summer in the Hampton's, it's also the celebration of my son Daniel's engagement to the lovely and beguiling Emily Thorne." Victoria spoke, making her way through the crowd, yet of course the people parted ways to create a path for Victoria to Emily. "Though we've only known her for a few short months, Emily already feels like the piece of the family puzzle that we never knew was missing." She said.

Andrew and Ryan clapped with the rest of the crowd, Ryan leaning in once again, "I think I'm going to gag myself." He said with a small smirk.

"In a word." Victoria said, reaching for Emily's hand, "I approve. And as anyone can tell you approval is not something I give away freely." This caused everyone to share a laugh, even Andrew cracking a small smile, Victoria leaning in and saying something to Emily

Andrew sipped some more champagne, "I wonder what exactly is keeping the two apart." He said, as if he already didn't know.

The atmosphere of the party quickly changed from one of celebration to chaos. "Mom!" Charlotte's screams could be heard from the beach, "Mom! Help it's my brother!" Her shrieks filled the air as she ran up towards the party.

Andrew watched as Victoria and Conrad took off running, letting out a yell for her son. He tensed for a moment, and then quickly ran after them, needing to see if his friend was okay. Soon the crowd began to follow, "Daniel! Daniel, get away from my son!"

Andrew stood paralyzed as he saw the body the body that surely seemed to be Daniel Grayson's, lying face down on the ground, two bloody bullet holes in his back, "Daniel! Daniel please!" Victoria's shrieks seemed to rattle Andrew to the bone.


Earlier that summer


Andrew sat in his home in the Hampton's, looking around his house as he thought about all the memories. This home, his home, was a place where pain and regret clung in the air. His mother and father had passed away a year ago, murdered by those they had trusted most, and nothing could be done about it, legally that is. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, memories filling into his head.

Andrew walked into the living room, looking ashamed as he walked up to his mother sitting in a chair, reading a book. His mother didn't seem to notice him for a few moments, but when she did she noticed how distressed he looked. "Andrew? What's wrong?" She asked. Andrew frowned and said nothing and his mother finally picked up her 8 year old son and set him on her lap, "I said, what's wrong?"

The boy said nothing for a few moments until he opened his mouth, "I broke Dad's baseball trophy…" He mumbled, "I-I didn't mean to but… I tried to grab it from the high shelf but it fell and it broke…"

His mother, Rebecca, said nothing for a few moments, "I see… And what are you going to do about it?"

Andrew just stared at the floor, feeling ashamed, and shrugged, not saying anything.

Elizabeth smiled, "I'm going to tell you what you're going to do." She said and got him off her lap, making him look at her, "You're going to tell the truth Andrew, cause if you do Dad won't be as mad, I promise." She said. "The truth will always set you free Andrew, remember that."

Andrew took a deep breath as he sat in that same chair, reaching over and grabbing his laptop. He opened the laptop and pulled up the camera feed, he had cameras set all up in the Grayson Manor.

"I thought you were taking the weekend off?" Victoria asked, looking at Conrad who was working on his laptop and had just gotten off a phone call.

Conrad closed his laptop, kissing Victoria's cheek, "There, I'm off." He said with a smile.

Charlotte walked into the room, "Eww get a room you guys." She said.

Andrew didn't seem to notice his Aunt Jenna who had walked into the room. Jenna was his father's sister who was only ten years older than him, about 35. His parents had asked Jenna to look after him incase anything ever happened to them. Jenna looked at the laptop, looking a little confused, "Hey… When did you get cameras set up in the Grayson home?" She asked in confusion, she was the only one that knew about his plot to take the Grayson's down.

Andrew sat in his chair and looked at his Aunt, "I'm Daniel Grayson's best friend and heir to billions of dollar, I think I can get camera's set up in someone's home." He said flatly.

Jenna looked at him for a moment, hesitating, and then looked at his laptop, "Speaking of Daniel, doesn't he come home from his semester at Harvard today?" She asked.

Andrew nodded, "He said he would text me when he got home." He responded, "Are you going to the Grayson's Memorial Day party?" He asked.

Jenna scoffed, "I can't look at them after what they did to your parents, much less go to a party they're throwing." She said.

"Good, I don't want you there." Andrew said as he set the laptop aside, shutting it and standing up.

Jenna hesitated, "Really, why exactly is that?" She asked, putting one hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow, leaning on an arm chair

Andrew grabbed his cup of coffee from the kitchen, "Because, every time you go to a Grayson event you somehow seem to get in my way." He said seriously, sipping his coffee and looking towards her. "I don't mean that in a rude way."
Jenna looked slightly taken aback, looking down and sighing, "I can't even act like I'm offended by that, because I know it's true." She said. "Look Andrew… When you're parents asked me to give you all those letters if something ever happened to them… I didn't exactly expect this to happen, and I don't think they did either."

Andrew stared at her for a few moments, "I'm doing this for them." He stated, "Have you forgotten what they did to my parents? They killed them, in cold blood, all because of their sins, what they did to an innocent man long ago." He stared at Jenna, no remorse or really any emotion except anger showing. "My parents asked me to do this, to take justice into my own hands, to right their wrongs." He never could fully grasp that his parents helped put David Clarke behind bars.

Jenna frowned a little, "I don't think this path of Revenge is what they meant. They wanted me to take care of you Andrew. Did they expect you to get Daniel Grayson and his girlfriend drunk, and slash his brakes, causing him to crush a women's spine?" She asked.

Andrew flinched a little, looking down, "That wasn't part of the plan, and I covered that up." He said. "And… I don't want to hurt Daniel, I've grown up with him my entire life, he's a brother to me." He said, "It was a moment of weakness, my parents had just been murdered by his parents, all I wanted to do was… Make his parents feel the kind of pain that I felt." He said.

Jenna bite the inside of her cheek and opened her mouth as Ryan Harrison walked into the home, Ryan, of course, like all the other people in the Hampton's was a filthy stinking socialite and close friends with Andrew, "Morning." He said, wearing jeans and a black tshirt.

Andrew looked at him, "Ryan, I was wondering when you were going to show up." He said. "You're late." He stated, "What are you wearing? I thought we were going to lunch?" He asked.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, "I'm literally five minutes late." He said. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He asked and looked down, "Excuse me for not dressing up every day."

Jenna looked between the two, "Where are you two off to?" She asked.

Andrew picked up his coat, "We're heading into town, I'll be home later." He stated and walked out with Ryan, seeming in a worse mood than normal.

"What's his problem?" Ryan asked, looking from Jenna to Andrew.

Jenna sighed, "Who knows."


Skylar Harrison walked into the Grayson home, her mother, Isobel, by her side. She stood next to her mother, standing straight up, smoothing out her tight black dress. Her mother always insisted on dressing up wherever they went, especially when they were around the Grayson's. Everyone knew that no wealthy Socialite family got anywhere without the approval of the Grayson's and her parents had worked their butts off to gain it. "Do you think Charlotte's home?" The 17 year old girl asked, her and Charlotte were fairly close friends.

Isobel looked at Skylar, "I don't know, but you're staying here with us, we're going to discuss the Memorial Day Party and the charities it's funding." She said.

Victoria walked towards the front door, her heels clicking as she plastered a smile onto her face, "Isobel." She said with a smile and walked over, kissing her cheek. "Thank you so much for coming, everyone's waiting in the other room," She looked over at Skylar, "Skylar, I didn't realize you would be attending?" She asked.

Skylar stared back at her, "Neither did I really." She said. "Is Charlotte here?" She asked.

Victoria paused for a moment, seeming to look Skylar up and down, "She went to the beach with her friends, she didn't invite you?" She mused.

Skylar flinched, taking a deep breath. "No, she didn't." She said, looking down for a moment.

Victoria kept that same condescending smile on her face, "Right this way." She said and led them to the living room where all the other predators were waiting, sitting in a circle.

Skylar sat down next to her mother, her eyes scanning between each she-wolf. She crossed one leg over the other, putting her hands in her lap and put on a smile. She knew very well how to act around these women, her mother taught her very well. She would never say this to anyone else, but she knew that her mother was just as vicious as any of these other women, maybe more so.

Ashley walked in and took a set, pulling her agenda up on her tablet, "Well, let's begin." She said with a preppy smile. "The response to your in with the new Memorial Day Party has been overwhelming Mrs. Grayson." She said, looking from Victoria to the rest of the group. "The party is at 90 percent capacity and the website has already collected almost 50,000 dollars for everything from domestic violence prevention to cancer awareness."

Victoria looked at Ashley, holding her glass of champagne as she sat in her throne, "Some of these regrets wouldn't wipe their nose with 50,000 dollars dear. We're going to set a more generous tone for the summer, it's clear we're going to have to do something fresh and provocative." She said, looking towards her close friend Lydia Davis. "So I've decided to auction off a piece from my personal art collection." She said.

"What a wild idea Victoria." Carrie, one of the she wolves, said with a smile.

"It would certainly attract attention to the party." Her mother commented with a smile.

"I don't care how good the cause is, if you put up the Van Gogh that Michael and I gave you I'll kill myself." Lydia said, gesturing to the painting that was just a few feet away from them.

"The Van Gogh is off limits for sentimental reasons." She said, reaching her hand across and grabbed Lydia, smiling at her friend and then looked at Ashley as Lydia stood up, getting more to drink "Ashley would you please add the new announcement to the website see if we can drum up more business." She said. "And ladies, thanks again."

Skylar looked over at her mother who sipped her champagne and rolled her eyes a little. She cracked an amused smile as she watched Lydia. "Lydia, we were all so sorry to hear about you and Michael this winter." She said, Lydia turning and looking at her. "You were one of those couples everyone routes for."

Lydia smiled in amusement, "I'm sure you were." She said.

Isobel stood up, "Thank you so much for having us." She said to Victoria, hugging her friend once more, "We were so happy you invited us." she said.

Victoria smiled at Isobel, "Of course, any time... It was nice seeing you again Skylar." She smiled.

Skylar looked at Victoria, "It was very nice seeing you again as well Mrs. Grayson." She said with a smile and walked out with her mother.


Andrew sat in the limo that drove through town, swiping through a few things on his phone, making different arrangements as Ryan talked to him, but, as usual, Andrew just tuned him out.

"So?" Ryan asked, "What do you say?"

Andrew hesitated and looked up, "I'm sorry, what?" He asked, obviously not paying attention.

Ryan stared at him, "Seriously? You weren't listening to a word I said?" He asked. "I asked if you wanted to go out drinking tonight and pick up some hot chicks."

Andrew thought for a moment, "No I can't, I have the Grayson's Memorial Day party to attend." He said.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? You paid 10,000 dollars to go to that stupid party?" He asked, "I want nothing to do with the Grayson's, my parents practically grovel at their feet." He said as he looked at Andrew, his friend still seeming to tune him out, "What's up with you man? You've been no fun since…" His voice trailed off as the limo stopped

"Since what?" Andrew asked, looking at Ryan, "Since my parents died?" He asked. He starred at Ryan though Ryan couldn't really look at his friend. Andrew's attention was drawn away as he noticed an ambulance outside the South Fork Inn. He looked out the window intently as he thought he saw Conrad Grayson getting put into the ambulance. He quickly got out of the limo and jogged over to the scene where people began to gather. As he did saw he watched as Lydia Davis run past them, she seemed to be fleeing.

Ryan got out of the car and hesitated as he saw Lydia, "Was that Lydia Davis?" He asked. "And Conrad Grayson? What was she doing with him? Hey, you might be free tonight after all." He nudged him a little.

Andrew said nothing as he watched the ambulance quickly pull away, he turned and walked back to the limo, not saying anything and got in the limo, "Driver, follow that ambulance." He said.

Ryan got in the limo as well, "What the heck man?" He asked.

Andrew looked at him, "I'm sorry, this is important, you know I'm close with the Grayson family.' He said.

Ryan clenched his teeth, "Whatever man." He responded and shook his head, staring out the window.

Andrew said nothing and when they got to the hospital he quickly jumped out. He began making his way through the halls, "Excuse me do you know where Conrad Grayson is?" He asked a nurse who had her head down.

"I'm sorry unless you are-" She looked up and saw it was Andrew, "Oh, Mr. Pearson… Of course, down the hall, take a right and walk all the way to the end…" She said.

Andrew looked at her, "Thank you." He said, being a billionaire did have its perks. He made his way to the end of the hallway as he ran into Victoria Grayson, but walking away from where Conrad should have been. "Mrs. Grayson." He said.

Victoria looked up, seeming to be kind of in distress, "Andrew." She said, "Whatever are you doing here?" She asked.

Andrew hesitated, "My limo was driving passed and I saw Mr. Grayson being taken away, I just had to make sure everything was okay." He said.

Victoria forced a smile, "Thank you Andrew, everything is just fine. They believed Conrad was having a heart attack, but it was nothing serious." She explained.

Andrew nodded for a moment, "Alright… As long as everything is okay." He said.

"Yes everything's just fine. Thank you very much; you've always been a great friend to not just my son, and my family." Victoria said, "Speaking of which, Daniel arrived today, have you heard from him?" She asked.

Andrew shook his head, "No I haven't, he was supposed to contact me… But I guess he just didn't." He responded.

Victoria thought for a second, "He came home quite tired." She said. "However I'll tell him you're looking for him."

"Thank you Mrs. Grayson." Andrew nodded solemnly.

Victoria nodded back, "Of course, and thank you for checking up to make sure everything was okay…" She said. "I look forward to seeing you at our Memorial Day party." She said.

Andrew nodded, "And I you." He said and gave her a small nodded and Victoria walked right past him.


Andrew stood on the boat at the dock where the Grayson's Memorial Day Party was. He made small talk with a few others, all people he didn't care for at all. He made his way through, looking for Daniel, who still hadn't contacted him at all. His eyes wandered the scene as he finally spotted a familiar face, "Skylar?" He asked.

Skylar Harrison, Ryan's 17 year old sister, turned, looking over and smiling when she saw Andrew, "Andrew!" She smiled, "I didn't know you were coming." She hugged Andrew, "Though I guess I should have guessed."

Andrew smiled, "Does Ryan know you're here?" He asked, Ryan was Skylar's older brother.

Skylar rolled her eyes, "No he doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know, he would freak out if he found out my mother was recruiting me to come to these types of parties with her." She said, looking around, "I'm not entirely sure where my mother went."

Andrew hesitated, "Well, tell her I said hello. It was nice seeing you again." He said as he walked the lower part of the boat, his eyes scanning around the boat for Daniel as he spotted Victoria and Conard. "Suppose Victoria was right." He said under his breath. Andrew moved to say hello to Conrad and Victoria.

"Carrie you look like you could use another drink, darling will you get her another one?" Victoria asked her husband. "Lydia, where have you been hiding yourself? I left three messages for you." She said, approaching Lydia Davis.

Andrew stepped forward until Ashley Davenport, Victoria's party planner, stepped forward, making Andrew stay on the side lines. "Mrs. Grayson, excuse me for interrupting." She said, approaching the scene with a blonde hair3e woman, who, strangely, Andrew didn't seem to recognize. "I just wanted to introduce you to a dear friend of mine. Victoria Grayson, Emily Thorne." She smiled, her British accent as thick as always.

Andrew paused for a moment, Thorne was her last name? He shook his head a little, the idea that had sprung into his mind just seemed way to farfetched.

"Hello Mrs. Grayson." Emily said with a smile.

"Ah Ms. Thorne, I was wondering who the late entry was on the guest roster." Victoria said, smiling that fake condescending smile that she had down to a perfect art.

"While Emily is new to the Hampton's but Emily really wants to take part in your fundraiser." Ashley spoke.

"Oh, how do you two know each other?" Victoria responded, seeming genuinely curious.

"We volunteered together at the vet this winter, apparently being a sustaining patron just wasn't enough for Emily." Ashley said.

Emily smiled at Victoria, "I try to give back as much as I can." She turned, looking at Lydia who was obviously trying hard to make conversation with someone else, "Lydia, Hi."

"Oh don't tell me that you've taken up volunteering at the vet as well?" Victoria asked amusement in her tone.

"Emily's renting my house for the summer. We met briefly on the beach." Lydia responded, looking towards Emily.

"And then yesterday at the South Fork Inn, I hope your husband is feeling better." Emily said.

Andrew paused for a moment and smiled, how couldn't he have seen it before? Lydia was having an affair with Conrad… The silence that had come over the group was deafening, making it hard for Andrew not to laugh. This naïve newcomer had just taken down a rather powerful socialite, with ease. He watched as Victoria looked at Lydia, and then shook her head a little, trying to smile but disappointment was just written across her face. She turned away quickly and began walking away.

"Victoria wait." Lydia said and moved to go after her, but Victoria recoiled and glared at her for a moment. She then turned back around and walked out of the room.

Andrew shook his head and grabbed a champagne glass, "Welcome to the Hampton's." He said. He walked past both Emily and Ashley, not really wanting to waste time with introducing himself to Emily.

Andrew moved throughout the party, after 15 minutes he finally got up to the top of the boat as he spotted Daniel across all the way on the other side. He began to walk over but sadly Victoria began her dreadful speech.

"Good afternoon everyone, and happy Memorial Day." Victoria began, causing everyone to clap, and Andrew having to stay in his place, near Charlotte Grayson and Ashley Davenport. "I wanted the theme of today's party to signify a fresh start for all of us. As difficult as the last few years have been they have been devastating on our charity's. But now as things are beginning to turn around I am looking forward to giving back, and I know all of you are too." Causing, yet again, everyone to clap.

"So to start things off right." Victoria continued, "I'd like to announce the winner of the art auction. My dear friend, Lydia Davis, who won't be going home with the Mane this evening but the treasured Van Goh that hangs in my living room."

Whispers began rippling through pout the crowd, causing Andrew to look around. That painting was a gift from Lydia and her ex-husband. "And in related new Lydia has asked me to announce that the beach house she shared with her husband is officially on the market. I'm afraid this will be her final weekend in the Hampton's. So call your realtors ladies and gentlemen cause this one is going to go fast… And Lydia, where ever you end up I hope the Van Goh is a constant reminder of the friendship we shared." She spoke into the microphone smiling wickedly.

Andrew looked to his left at Charlotte who was dressed in a incredibly bright yellow dress. The whispers continued to ripple through the party as people began to clap, Victoria finishing her speech. He looked over towards Emily, he couldn't believe didn't realize what she had just done, he couldn't do it better him.

Andrew turned and looked at Charlotte, "She's really something, isn't she?" He asked, "Your mother." He said.

Charlotte looked at Andrew and her face brightened up, "Andrew!" She exclaimed, "I didn't even realize you were here, or that was you!" She exclaimed and quickly hugged him, "You look great, you clean up well." She smiled

"Long time no see." Andrew smiled and hugged her back. "And thank you, you do as well." He said

Charlotte pulled away, "Far to long." She said, "I've missed you. When Danny went away I didn't think you would just stop coming around…" She hesitated, "I mean… You did have good reason too…"

Andrew bite his tongue, he couldn't understand why everyone kept having to bring up the fact his parents had just died a year ago. "It's alright… I've just had to take some time to... compose myself I guess you could call it." He explained.

Charlotte nodded awkwardly, "That perfectly understandable." She said. "I'm really sorry about your parents as well." She said.

"Thanks..." Andrew nodded, the silence beginning to grow awkward. "Anyway, is there a reason why your brother is avoiding me?" He asked, looking over towards the other side of the boat where Daniel was talking with Emily.

Charlotte shook her head, "I think it just slipped his mind… Getting back from school and everything." She explained.

Andrew nodded, "Do you think your parents would mind if I stopped over tonight? Daniels flirting incredibly hard with that Emily Thorne girl, it's painfully obvious." He laughed a little, making Charlotte laugh as well.

"They wouldn't mind at all, Andrew you know you're always welcomed in our house." Charlotte smiled.

Andrew smiled, "Thank you Charlotte." He said, "Then I guess I might see you later tonight." He said. "It was nice seeing you again." He said honestly, looking over towards Daniel.

Charlotte nodded, "It was wonderful seeing you again as well."

Andrew smiled and nodded, turning and walking down the boats stairs and left the party as quickly as he could. Sometimes he couldn't believe how sick it made him feel to be in those types of parties.


Andrew knocked on the door, his hands in his pockets as he waited outside Grayson Manor. He couldn't help but feel excited to see his friend, which made him feel frustrated. Guilt was constantly wrapped around Andrew because of what he had done to Daniel last summer after his parents had died.

Victoria opened the door and smiled, "Andrew, please, come in." She said and moved out of the way, allowing Andrew to enter. "I assume you are here to see Daniel?" She asked.

Andrew nodded, "I can't help but think he's avoiding me." He said with a smile.

"Don't think such rash things Andrew, he's been quiet busy on his first day back." Victoria said, "Daniel! Andrew is here to see you!" She called.

Daniel walked down the stairs and grinned as he saw Andrew, "Andrew." He said.

"Daniel." Andrew responded and hugged Daniel, patting him on the back, "I was just telling your mother that I couldn't help but think you were avoiding me." He said.

Daniel shook his head, "I'm sorry, I just got back and my day has been kind of crazy." He explained. "You know with my family's constantly is throwing parties." He said, looking at his mother.

Victoria raised an eyebrow, "Hmm." She said.

"Well I don't want to keep you, I just wanted to drop by and say Hello." Andrew said, looking at Daniel. "I know it's late."

"No Andrew, please, stay." Victoria said, "You're always welcome here."

"I really don't want to intrude." Andrew said, "And my Aunt Jenna will start to worry about me if I don't report back in. I may legally be an adult but she's always constantly worrying about me." He chuckled a little and looked at Daniel, "Why don't you come over tomorrow for lunch or something? My Aunt would love to see you." He said.

Daniel smiled, "Sure sounds great." He said, "We'll have to do something else as well, you know all those fun things to do in the Hampton's." He said.

Andrew laughed a little, "Well, I'm sure we'll be able to find something fun to do." He said and looked at Victoria, "Thank you for allowing me in your home." He said, "And that party you threw today was amazing as always Victoria." He said.

Victoria smiled, "Well thank you Andrew, you're too kind." She said, "Have a goodnight as well."

"Here I'll walk you out." Daniel said and walked out of the house with Andrew, "You always suck up to my mother." He said abruptly.

"Well, I've learned that no one gets anywhere in the Hampton's unless they are on your mothers good side." Andrew said, "Lydia Davis learned that today at your mothers party." He said, looking at Daniel carefully.

Daniel laughed a little, "Yeah I guess she did." He said. "How have you been Andrew? With your parents gone and all?" He asked delicately.

Andrew tensed naturally, Daniel really always did have the worse timing. "I've been making it through the best I can." He said, "Having my aunt with me really helps." He tentatively looked at Daniel, "What about you? Since your accident last year?" He asked.

Daniel signed, "I'm okay, still trying to get past the guilt for getting behind the wheel drunk… But I'm alright with it." He said.

Andrew stopped at the limo, "Good, I'm glad to hear it." He said, "We'll catch up more tomorrow." He decided.

"Yeah, we will." Daniel said, "Thanks for coming over, and sorry I didn't see you at the party.' He said.

"It's fine." Andrew said, "Have a goodnight, and tell your mother it was wonderful seeing her again as well." He said.

"Will do." Daniel nodded and Andrew got in the limo.

Andrew watched Daniel as his limo drove away for Grayson Manor. This summer was going to be the most interesting one yet.

Andrew walked into his home in the Hampton's, putting his jacket on a chair.

"How did the day go?" Jenna asked, walking into the room and looking at her nephew, "Have you come to your senses yet?"

Andrew stared at her for a moment, "The only thing I've come to is the realization that these people truly deserve punishment." He said.

Jenna clenched her teeth and shook her head, "I'll never be able to get through to you Matthew, will I?" She asked.

Andrew glared daggers at her, "My name is Andrew." He growled, "Don't ever call me that again." He said. Jenna hesitated and nodded simply, and walked out of the room.

Taking a deep breath Andrew walked upstairs and into his room, pulling a box out from under his bed, opening it. Inside this box was proof of the Grayson's sins, and letter from his parents. He took one of the letters, written by his mother and took a deep breath as he began reading it once again for what seemed to be the millionth time.

Dear Andrew,

My beloved son, if you are reading this then your father and my own worst fears have come to pass. We have asked my sister, Jennifer, to help take care of you in your time of need. As your father and I have pondered on what to write in these letters, we have come to a conclusion; to tell you the truth. Your father and I have been close to the Grayson's our entire lives, everything we have done seemed to be in unison with them. As time progressed and I became pregnant the future seemed nothing but bright. Little did we realize the pain we would encounter along the way. When our child we born, he was still born. Your father and I were distraught so when we learned of a newborn child who had gotten in a car accident that very night named Matthew Thorne, who's parents had passed away, we took the opportunity. We paid off doctors and anyone it took and you went from Matthew Thorne to Andrew Pearson.

Andrew, we aren't not writing this to cause you anymore pain or grief. I once told you that the truth will set you free, and it will. Our life has been built around a lie, a lie that has consumed our lives. David Clarke, the so called 'terrorist' was not responsible for the bombing of flight 197. The Grayson's were, and we went along with there plan, and now it has cost us our lives. Andrew we love you more then words could ever describe. Everything inside this box will show you the truth about the Grayson's and evidence we were intending to turn in, but the Grayson's have put a permanent end to such chances. Andrew we must ask you something with great difficulty. We understand this betrayal, of not only a family you have trusted for years, but of your own parents will cut deep. But we must ask you, right our wrongs Andrew. Set us free. Tell the truth about what happened with David Clarke. We love you Andrew, we couldn't ask for a better son, remember that no matter where you are, we will always love you.

Andrew looked up from the letter, feeling the powerful anger and the hurt of betrayal that he always felt when he read the letter. The Grayson's would pay for what they had done to his family, no matter how long it took, and no matter the cost.


"When deception cuts this deep, someone has to pay. My parents died wanting to atone for their sins, betrayed by those they trusted most. When everything you love has been stolen from you. Sometimes all you have left is revenge. This is not a story about forgiveness."