Author's Note- This drabble series was started as an early birthday gift for my friend Ana. Happy Early Birthday, Ana. I don't own any of the characters from GH or OLTL and I am not being paid anything for writing this story. It is for entertainment purposes only! In this particular fic, Starr (Kiki) is being played by Kristen Alderson and Scott Clifton will be playing the roles of both Dillon Quartermaine and Schuyler Joplin. Some of the "history" of both shows will be same, but there will be differences as this is AU.

Chapter One

Starr Manning arrived at her father's funeral wearing a long black dress. She hadn't changed much in the past five years except that her hair was a little bit darker and she had aged just a small fraction. As she entered the church, there were shadows behind her eyes. She didn't know how her family would react to her presence. After all, they thought she had died five years prior in a horrific car accident.

As she opened the double wooden doors and stepped into the church, everyone stared at her in shock. Her mother cried out, "Starr! My baby girl! My daughter is alive!"

Blair ran up and encased her daughter in a bear hug as tears of joy ran down her cheeks. "Mom... Mom..." Starr said as she hugged her mother just as tightly. She hadn't wanted to leave and let everyone think she was dead... but she had no other choice. Her father had been completely out of control... and her baby girl had just died - her precious baby girl; her little Hope. How she had wanted her daughter... but Hope had died after her birth. It was the single most tragic event of Starr's life; losing her sweet, little angel.

"Starr, you're alive. How can this be?" asked Jack, Starr's little brother.

"I wanted everyone to think I was dead... so I could escape... him..." said Starr as her eyes moved toward the casket near the altar of the church. Starr cringed, seeing just a glimpse of what was inside - her father's body.

"Starr, you don't know. You can't possibly know..." Blair was saying as Starr pulled away from her mom and began walking down the aisle, a room full of friends and loved ones staring as though they had just seen a ghost. Her youngest brother Sammy looked frightened as he clung tightly to Jack's hand.

Starr suddenly stopped in her tracks, feeling faint. The man in the coffin... IT WASN'T HIM!

"What in the hell is going on here?" Starr demanded.

She looked at her mother, demanding answers. "Starr, the man who we thought was your father wasn't him. He was... he was your father's twin brother Victor... and your father was held captive by his evil mother, who sent Victor to take your dad's place," Blair explained. "The man you ran away from five years ago; he wasn't your dad. Your dad is here... and I am sorry, sweetie; he's gone."

Starr stared down at the face of the dad she had remembered from her childhood. Lightly she traced his cheek, feeling great sorrow. The other man who pretended to be her father was actually her dad's twin? It made no sense, but yet it did.

The man who masqueraded as Todd Manning had been so different from the dad that Starr had remembered. He had beaten Cole to a pulp when he discovered he and Starr had made love... and just a few months later, when she found out she was pregnant, that man had lost his mind, manhandling Starr and insisting she give her unborn child up for adoption. Then as she got closer to her due date, he tried to manipulate her into giving her child up - just so HE could take her baby girl and raise the child with Marty Saybrooke, Cole's mom who had amnesia. He had been keeping Cole's mom in his home, feeding her with promises of forever without telling her the truth about their tainted past... at least the past she had with the REAL Todd Manning, not the imposter.

Later, after the baby's birth, she discovered he had a plot with her ob/gyn, Doctor Joplin, so he could steal Starr's newborn from the hospital's nursery. But that never happened. Sadly, Starr's baby girl died when she was just a couple of hours old. Starr only got to hold her little Hope once for just a brief moment... then her little darling was gone. After losing Hope, Starr crumbled. There was nothing left for her. She just wanted to die.

Cole was so distraught, he started taking drugs again. She and Cole were involved in a horrific car accident when Cole was behind the wheel, high on drugs. Starr made sure that it appeared that she didn't come out of the wreck alive. It was an elaborate plot, just so she could rebuild her life, somewhere else, with all of the pain of her tortured past behind her.

"Starr, where have you been?" her mother asked.

"Port Charles, New York," Starr replied. "I have been living there for the past five years, under the alias of Kiki Jerome. Ava Jerome's daughter had died, so she hired me to take Kiki's place, so she (we) could inherit the money Kiki's father had left her. I needed that money to start my new life."

Starr looked down once again at her beloved father who was lying so still inside the casket. "What happened to Dad... my REAL dad? How did he die? And why didn't I read about what his twin did in the papers?"

"Starr, it's a long story... what happened to your father. I can't really go into it right now. Not here," Blair answered as she didn't want to newly upset her sons. "Your father and your Aunt Vicki own all the papers in Llanview. We tried to keep the scandal out of the newspapers. We did it for Jack and Sammy... and for Hope."

Starr looked at her mother, her eyes wide in vivid disbelief. "Hope?" she asked in a little gasp.

"Yes, your daughter - Hope. Starr, your baby girl did not die."