Disclaimer: I own nothing about the show.
Note: I really, really want to live in Vancouver right now! Now, whenever I listen to "Two Princes" it will remind me of the scene with Cate telling Lux that, "they provided the soundtrack for her conception"....Lol...Sorry if I've recapped ALOT of the first episode...I'm just building up for the rest of the story.
The One
Chapter One: The Beginning
"He called me," Cate Cassidy says with fake disgust, "the one." She smirks at Ryan, challenging him to say something contrary.
"Well, I hope you did something crazy, and slightly violent," he banters back, "like hurl a remote at his head!"
"I'm never tell you anything...ever," she replies.
"Good!"
"Again."
Lux smiles listening to the banter on the radio. She could always count on Cate and Ryan to brighten her morning.
She heard the door creak open, before she heard the footsteps. "Hey!" she yells, "I'm in here!"
"Lux," Bug whispers in her ear, "be quiet."
"Please...." she cries. "We broke up. Remember? You can't be here."
"Shut up," he tells her. "She'll hear you."
"Isn't that the point?" Lux tries to regain her confidence. "I want her to hear us. I do not want you here."
Bug seizes her arm, and pulls her to the edge of her bed. "Sit," he commands.
"I know what I did was bad. I know you're mad at me. Okay? But that's not the reason that I broke up with you. I'm leaving. You need to let me go."
Beer bottles, empty pizza boxes, and inflatable sex toys littered the apartment. Baze, sleeping on his side, shifts over in a deep slumber, crunching some mystery object.
"Nate," Tracy whispers as she pokes him. "Nate! Help me find my shoe. I can't run with only one."
"Come back to bed," he groans.
"Seriously. When are you going to grow up?" She asks him, as she plucks an obviously soiled tee shirt from a massive pile of dirty clothes, and throws it into his laundry basket. "I don't think opening up a bar and living above it was what your dad had in mind when he gave you the building."
"Well," Baze replies, "my dad said to do what I love and I love to drink for free."
"That's kind of pathetic," Tracy laughs as Baze dangles her other shoe in front of her.
"Hey, give it here!" She cries out. As she lunges for her shoe, he grabs her arm and pulls her back to bed. "Oh!"
Baze cringes as the doorbell rings four times in succession. "What is up with the beer guy being three hours early?"
"Uh, you're not the beer guy," he says to the young girl at the door.
"Hi," she says sweetly. "I uh, I need a signature from someone. Probably not you."
"Uh huh," Baze comments skeptically.
"Whose that?" Math yells from inside the loft.
"A girl scout!"
"Oh my God, love those! I'll get two boxes!" Math shouts back.
"I'm um, not a girl scout. I'm looking for Nathanael Bazile."
"That would be me," he replies.
"Really? Are you sure?" she asks sarcastically.
"Last time I checked. What do you want? 'Cause I don't need thin mints."
"Like I said, I need your signature."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Lux, your daughter."
"Will you marry me?" Ryan kneels on the carpet of Cate's new house.
"Wha...what?"
"Will you marry me?" He asks again.
She slaps him playfully on the arm. "Are you drunk?"
"It's ten in the morning!"
"Some people start early," Cate shrugs.
"Okay, okay. This is the last time I'm asking. Will you marry me?"
"Are you sure? Because we've never even lived together. I don't floss; I wear these frou-frou pajamas and a mouthguard at night when your not around..."
"I know that. You never get your hopes up, so that you'll never be disappointed."
"Still..."
"Cate," he grabs her by the shoulders, "I love you."
He sees her guard being let down. "Okay, okay. Go ahead, do it, propose," she eagerly invites him to try again.
He scoffs, "Right. I'm not doing it."
"Ryan! But you said you wanted to!"
"No."
"I think you should try it again!"
"To be humiliated?"
"Please, please, please? I'm ready."
"Okay, fine," he smiles victorious. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes, I will."
Ryan smiles as he leans into her, holding onto her waist, kissing her softly on the mouth.
"You're...my...daughter?" he laughs in her face.
She smiles. She breezes past him into his bar.
"Okay, one more time for the cheap seats. You and someone had a kid. You gave up that kid. I'm that kid, and now I'm applying for emancipation...So, I was putting together the paperwork for my hearing and it turns out no one signed a release of rights...my case worker was going to take forever, so I found your address and tracked you down...Basically, until you sign that you are still, legally, my dad."
"Take a breather."
As Lux handed him the release of rights form, Tracy breezed in. "Oh my God, I have to pee. Remember we have dinner at my parents. Its potluck, so figure out what you want to bring."
He takes Lux by the arm, "You have to leave."
"Let go of me!" She wiggles free. "Listen to me, Nate or Baze or whatever your name is, I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me here. But my emancipation hearing is the day after tomorrow, and if I don't get these signatures, both signatures, I'm going to have to spend another two years being bounced around crappy foster homes, with the scope drinking moms and the creepy dads who hit on me...So just sign the damn thing!"
"Here's a pen," Jamie hands him.
"If you could rifle through the memory banks of teenage girls you impregnated, that'd be great."
As he folds up the paper to hand it back to her. "Cate Cassidy, that's your mom."
"Wait?" Lux looks incredulous. "Cate Cassidy from K100?"
"Cate Cassidy from high school?" asks Math in disbelief. "Class of '94? Cate Cassidy was pregnant in high school?"
"Yes."
"Cate Cassidy never would have slept with you. She was number one in the class. She despised you, your gross. She hated you. Did you roofie her?"
"No, I didn't roofie her. Who roofies people?" Baze asks him in disgust.
"Whose Cate Cassidy?" asks Tracy from behind him.
"Oh..." he slides in front of Lux to cover her. "This is..."
"Lux," she tells him angrily.
"Right...she's..."
"Just rip it off. Like a bandaid."
"It was high school. It was fifteen years ago. I thought she took care of it."
"Excuse me?" Lux punches him angrily.
"Ouch. Ugly choice of words. I'm sorry."
"So she's you're...."
"She's my daughter."
"Since you two are obviously having a moment, can you just give me her number so I can get out of here?"
"We're talking high school nicknames people? Josette," Ryan mocks.
"Cosette," Cate mouths to him.
"Cosette, sorry. Stay out of those janitor's closet will ya."
"Next on the line we have...Lux," says Cate. "Lux, are you there?"
She is speechless.
"Lux?"
She forces the phone into Baze's hand.
"Cate?"
"Well, you've certainly gone through some changes since high school."
Ryan laughs.
"It's Baze from high school."
"Wait a minute. You went to high school with Cate? Can you shed some light?"
"No," Cate panics. "There will be no shedding of light. Everyone knows I hated high school."
"Who hates high school? Did you have a pizza phase or something?"
"No!"
"An unrequited love affair with the driver's ed teacher?"
"Ryan, no!"
"Were you one of those girls who got knocked up on prom night?"
Cate has a stony look on her face.
"Did you get knocked up on prom night?"
"More like winter formal," answers Baze.
"Oh, Baze."
"Cate, I need to talk to you out in the parking lot."
She rips off her headphones and races to the parking lot.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Calm down."
"This is your way of calming me down? Humiliating me in public? What is so important that it couldn't wait until after the show?"
Baze steps to the side revealing Lux. "Cate, meet Lux, our daughter."
"I've been avoiding you," Cate tells Ryan at their Go on a Date with Ryan and Cate event.
"Excuse us," he tugs Cate away from some eager fans.
She pulls off the ring. "I don't think I can do this..."
"I'm going to be very straight with you. I'm not granting you emancipation. You have no income, you have no permanent residence, and you had to file a v-waiver to cover your court costs. Now, Catherine Cassidy and Nathanael Bazile are still legally, your parents, so I'm releasing you back into their temporary joint custody."
"Seriously, your blaming me? If you had only used a condom that had been in your wallet for two years..." she looks over at Lux. "But that's not the point. The point is we need to figure out what it is we're going to do. I mean the living arrangements, for example."
"It took me six months to talk the guys into buying a futon from Ikea, I don't think that a sixteen year old is going to be comfortable."
"God, you make me so angry sometimes!"
"Sometimes? I haven't seen you in fifteen years!"
"It was high school!" Lux yelled. "Get over it. I am, and I'm still in it. You know what, never mind. I'm going back to foster care."
"Lux, wait!" Cate yells after her.
"You let me go once," Lux tells her when she whirls around. "It shouldn't be that hard to let me go again."
"So how did we end up in the back of my mom's minivan?"
Cate giggled. "You lured me in...with Zema and the Spin Doctors."
"Oh," he says disappointed. "I thought it was my mad skills and my rockin' tape deck."
"Your mad skills?" Cate questions. "You didn't make it through Two Princes."
"Touche," he says as he downs his whiskey. "I'm sorry. Back then, I was in over my head, and I was afraid I was going to mess up my life. We can't all be as smart, successful and pretty as you. You know, some of us peak in high school."
Cate blushes. "She has your eyes. Lux. I always really liked your eyes."
Cate looks away, unused to her own sentiment.
"Cate," he whispers tenderly, as he turns her face towards his. "Lets dance."
"What?" she asks, caught off guard.
She takes his outstretched arm, as he leads her into the middle of the room and into his arms. She rests her head on his shoulder, as he guides her around the dance floor.
After a minute she looks up at him. "You've changed somehow."
"I want you, Cate. That still hasn't changed."
"I..."
He lowers his head and kisses her. Without hesitation, his mouth is opening hers, and she feels the pressure of his tongue. She snakes her arms around his neck, and he slides the zipper down the back of her dress. She hurriedly steps out of it and he lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. She can feel his erection from within his jeans.
"Take them off," she whispers.
He knocks into the door frame of his bedroom on the way to his bed. He throws her onto his bed. He can see the arousal in her eyes, and she is tugging at his waist.
"Come here," she groans.
As he straddles her, she fumbles with his pants and he unbuttons his shirt.
"God," he stares at her, "you're beautiful."
"Kiss me."
He gets up, grabs her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the bed. He slides off her panties and places sloppy, openmouthed kisses all the way up her legs.
"Stop teasing..." she giggles.
"Oh my God..." she moaned as she felt his tongue slip inside her. She arches her back. "Oh my God..."
All of a sudden Cate closed her thighs with his head still between her thighs.
"Cate? Cate!"
"Oh my God," she relaxed. "Oh my God, I'm really sorry. I thought I heard...I mean, I thought I heard the doorbell."
Cate sits up, and crawls around until she is straddling his lap.
"Lie back," she commands.
She practically rips off his briefs and flicks them to the side. She lowers herself into him, and thrusts in and out.
As she's about to come, she leans forward and kisses him, her hair draping the sides of his face, and he can feel the reverberation of her moan. She slides off of him, and falls asleep on his chest.
He kisses her forehead and promises, "we'll find her in the morning."