A/N: Just kind of a disclaimer I guess. I do not own Breaking Bad, Jesse Pinkman, Holly, Skylar, Marie, Flynn, or Walter or anyone else who I'll mention in this fanfic. The only thing I own is the idea and the pairings I'm making up. Also, I'm only on season 3 but I've read spoilers. I got too curious. I'm trying my best here guys. So, enjoy yo!

Chapter One

When she was old enough, Holly began to realize something was amiss.

She knew it wasn't her father's absence. No, that she had lived with ever since she was a baby. That she was used to. No, it was the way her family would react when she would bring up the topic, "Who is my father really?"

Her mother would instantly turn silent and look away from her and Flynn, well... Flynn would try to change the subject the best he could. But Holly, on certain nights, would become insistent. She wanted to know. Who was Walter White anyway? Why did no one talk about him? Why were there three portraits in the hallway instead of four, like there should have been? There had to have been one of Walter. There was her mother. There was her. There was Flynn. No sign of Walter.

Holly would stare at herself in the mirror and take a deep breath before fixing her glasses. Those fucking glasses. She looked like she belonged on the top of Nerd Mountain with those things on. She did her best not to wear them, but after accidentally flushing her contacts down the toilet after knocking them out of the solution, her mother insisted. She told her when she was able to be more careful, she would get her contacts again but until then, it was back to the glasses.
She hated her for that for about a week. After that it was normal.

As normal as it could have been, that is.

Sometimes, when he felt the nerve to speak about it, Flynn would give her small details about their father. When he would speak about him, he seemed rigid. Hostile, even. Holly could tell he hated it.

"He was smart." he shrugged. "And he cared about us, I guess."

"Did he ever say he loved me?" Holly leaned forward in her seat. Flynn nodded.

"A lot."

That was usually it. Skylar wouldn't say anything. Once, Aunt Marie had come over for dinner. She came over at least once a week-after all, it gets lonely living alone. Marie had no children with her late husband and really only has her mother, brother and herself for family.

Unless you counted the three cats she kept at home of course. Now, Holly wasn't the biggest fan of cats-she preferred dogs-and knowing her aunt could just become Alberqurque's well-known "Cat Lady" didn't exactly made her happy. But it was only three cats. Holly would worry later when Marie bought her sixth or seventh.

At the table, the sisters were chatting it up, Marie with a glass of white wine in her hand. She laughed at a joke Skylar had told and Holly shot a shy smile before taking a drink of her Coke. She then took in a deep breath and looked at the two older women before her.

"I have a question." she said quietly.

"What is it?" Skylar asked, the smile still on her face as she took a drink of the wine that she had in her glass.

"Well... It's not really a question. It's more of a... Statement I guess." Straightening her glasses and clearing her throat, Holly looked at her aunt and her mother before speaking. "I want to know about my father." at this, both women dropped the smile. Marie seemed to turn a sick pale color. "I want to know about Walter."

"No..." Marie shook her head. "You don't."

It was an effort in and of itself for Marie to get herself to say those words. After that, she choked back a sob and seemed to shake a bit. Skylar went to her side and helped her up out of her chair, all the while Marie had begun to sob uncontrollably, her body shaking. She would take in deep breaths and would wail a little every other time. It was at this point Flynn had returned home.

"Aunt Marie?" He made his way over to her as quick as he could, but Skylar just shook her head and nodded to Holly before taking her sister into her room. At this, Flynn sighed and looked at his sister, who sat there, confused.

"What?" she stood.

"You brought him up, didn't you?"

"So what if I did?" the young woman crossed her arms.

"Look, Holly... It'd be best for you-and all of us-if you just... Stopped, okay? I know you're... Curious and you want to know. I understand that. But you..." he shook his head. "You really don't need to know."

"Excuse me for wanting to find out about my family!" she pushed past her brother and stormed into her room, which throughout her eighteen years had kept the pink and green color scheme, except now two walls were hot pink and two others were a bright green. Down the hall, Marie could be heard sobbing and Skylar could be heard trying to calm her down. Soon after, Flynn's voice was heard as well.

Later that night, when Holly was supposed to be asleep, she overheard her brother and mother talking in the kitchen.

"She doesn't need to know, Flynn." Skylar told him.

"I know." Flynn said quietly.

"I don't want you telling her a thing. Understand?"

"I try not to but..."

"It just slips out?"

"Yeah."

They talked for a while more. Holly hugged her pillow, shutting her eyes tightly. Her door opened slightly and Skylar looked in on her daughter. She heard footsteps before she felt a kiss on the side of her head and the door closing a few moments later.
Holly did all she could to hold the tears in while her mother was in the room. When she shut the door, it was like someone had turned on a damn water faucet.

That incident had happened a year and a half ago. Holly graduated high school with her mother, brother, and aunt all by her side. Marie had gotten a fourth cat. Flynn was officially a DEA officer. Skylar was a little depressed because her youngest had graduated high school and was going into college-and into chemistry, no less.

Holly loved chemistry. The way you could manipulate things to do what you wanted, whether it was making a clay volcano for a science fair like she did in the first grade or making something into something else completely fascinated her. But her family... Her family seemed worried stiff. When Holly would bring it up, Skylar would immediately change the subject or just tune her out.

During those eighteen months, Holly did everything to tune anything about her father out. The atmosphere around her seemed to change and would become happy, unless she brought up chemistry of course, and her family seemed to laugh more.

That is, until, some man was catcalling her on the street.

"Hey! You! Sexy legs, look at me." Holly turned to start to give this man hell, but when she looked at him, he looked like the typical "Guy-Who-Starts-Fights" man. "You know who your father was, kid? A fucking genius! Heisenberg kicked ass!"

"Who?"

"Heisenberg, your old man!"

"Alright... Weirdo." Holly shook her head and continued her walk home, shaking her head the entire time.

When she got there, she hurried to her room, telling her mother she had a paper to write (when in reality she had finished it the night before) and opened up her laptop. She looked around for a moment before bringing the laptop closer to her before typing "Heisenberg" into the search engine. Biting her lip, the first result was a scientist from the 1920's. Holly shook her head. That wasn't it. But before she could investigate further, a soft knock was heard on her door.

"Holly." Skylar stood in the doorway. Quickly, Holly shut her laptop, her eyes wide.

"Yeah?" she asked, louder than she should've. Skylar looked at her for a moment before speaking again.

"Dinner in five minutes."

Holly nodded. "Okay." she cleared her throat and stood, putting her hair in a ponytail. She stared at herself. Clearly, she favored her mother. But the dark hair. That dark hair. The glasses. The love of chemistry. Did those happen by coincidence? Or were those hidden traits of her father beginning to show on her.