Summary: Despite (or because of) Ric's insanity, his plan went off perfectly. Elizabeth forget everything that happened before she collapsed, and nobody ever learned where he was keeping Carly. She gave birth to a baby boy in November. Ric, granting Carly's last wish, named the baby Morgan. Elizabeth believed Ric's story of finding baby Morgan crying next to a dumpster, and although she was a bit mad at Ric for taking him in without consulting her, she couldn't find it in her heart to turn away what she thought was an abandoned baby, so they had the adoption process started immediately. Ric killed Carly about a week after Morgan's birth, but before that, she wrote her son a letter and hid it in the panic room, praying that someday he'd find it and know the truth...
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I guess I can't really lay claim to Morgan, either, but everyone else who's never been on the show is mine.
A/N: Please review. It gives me a happy, not to mention an incentive to update.
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"Mom! Mom?" called sixteen-year-old Morgan Lansing. He wandered into the living room, looking for his mother, when he remembered she wasn't there. That's right, he thought, The twins. Elizabeth Webber-Lansing had taken her five-year-old twin daughters, Madalyn and Melissa, to their respective gymnastics and dance classes.
Morgan started toward the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich, when his eyes fell on a portrait of all five Lansings. It had been taken only a year ago. His sisters had spent the whole day pouting because their parents had made them wear similar dresses. Morgan smiled at the memory. The twins were identical in appearance, but that was where the similarities stopped. Maddie was outgoing and athletic, and in a lot of ways closely resembled her father. Missy was more like her mother, quiet and artistic. These differences were reflected outwardly, making it almost impossible to confuse the girls. Even in the portrait, Maddie was the spitting image of Ric, as Missy was of Elizabeth.
Morgan frowned. He didn't look like either of his parents. There was a time when he'd thought he resembled his father, but that had to be coincidence. Over five years ago, shortly before the twins were born, Morgan had found out that he was adopted.
The news hadn't been earth-shattering. Sure, he'd been shocked, but after a while Morgan had realized that it didn't matter. Ric and Elizabeth would always be his parents. Just the fact that they took him in after his biological mother had left him propped up against a trash can proved how much they loved him. He'd come to believe that nothing could change that. He still believed that.
He was pulled out of his reverie by the sound of his mother coming in.
"Hi, honey," she greeted. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I was just going to work on my history paper," he replied. "Actually, I'm glad you're home. I wanted to ask you if you have any books on Pearl Harbor."
Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't know. Your father might. Check his bookshelf; I'm sure he won't mind sacrificing one of his volumes, as long as it went toward your education and you had it back before he noticed."
Morgan laughed. He knew his mother's upbeat sense of humor was one of the things everybody loved about her. He smiled at her, and then turned around to rummage through the bookcase in the back of the room. Normally his father didn't like anyone going through it, but Elizabeth had given Morgan permission, and Ric could never stay mad at her.
As Morgan was sorting through titles, his hand brushed against a small, white button. "Hey, Mom, what's this?" he asked.
Elizabeth knelt down next to her son, and was hit with a sudden flash of deja vu. She knew this scene was famaliar, although she couldn't even begin to place it. It felt like an extremely hazy memory she couldn't quite grasp. Before she could say anything, Morgan pushed the button.