AN: I do not own Flack, CBS and others have Flack as their property...dang it. Anyhow, this is what my plot bunnies came out with. Part of ther Perfect series I have designed and come up with. Enjoy this and look forward to more soon. --Mistress Ruki

I was standing outside the building. I was wondering if I should really head in to talk to him. It was four years since the last time we talked. Talked…..without yelling, without the fighting and hatred behind him. I was eighteen then. I am twenty-two now. It was time we made amends. I head inside, wondering if I will be able to see him through the sea of people and the noise that was this place.

"Donald Flack Jr. please?"

"This way."

I was pointed his direction and I stood there watching him. He had changed so much. He never wanted a child at such a young age, but he had me. I was the pride and joy of the Flack family. His own little daughter. I was always daddy's little princess growing up. Eighteen rolled around. I thought I knew it all; thought the world was my oyster then. I called him every name in the book, from a bastard to someone who wanted to be just like his own old man. I packed a week of clothes, my personal effects and walked out the door. His little princess was gone. The look he gave me was that of shock, awe and wonder. He noticed me. We met at the entrance where I was standing.

"Dad…"

"Taylor Marie. Good seeing you again. I thought you were out doing drugs and forgot all about me."

"We have a lot of catching up to do."

I smiled and that made his heart heal a little bit, I could tell it in his eyes. He always wondered why I hung out with those druggies at school and what was so important about them that made me change. I thank god today that I found him again and that my life is now better.

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The coffee shop down from the police station has a mean cappuccino and that was the place where we went. He has his drink now like he did growing up, straight black with a little cream in it. We sit at a small table. It was the one place in the joint that was quiet from the rest of the world.

"So my little girl is all grown up now. Twenty-two years old. How are things with you?"

"Better than they were. I put myself in rehab, got off the drugs. It was not helping us at all with my head in that stuff all the time."

He smiled, glad he did. He had to be happy that I had changed.

"Putting myself through college. Going to be a clothing designer. What I always wanted to be. Work part time to make ends meet where aid won't cover college costs."

He reached for my hand and took it.

"Why wait four years to come back home?"

"I was a messed up kid dad. Not making life any better for you or your friends. I decided to get my life on track, and then find you. Make things easier."

The hushed silence followed by piercing pools of blue right into my green eyes told the whole story. He was hurt I left without as much as a goodbye. He was grateful I thought about him and he was relieved that the drugs never killed me. I took a photo out of my pocket. He looked at it for several minutes.

"It was of my very first dance recital. You took it, it was the best photo I had of that recital. I took it with me, reminding me of what I wanted in my life."

He looked up at me.

"That was?"

"Is, my dad coming back and loving me again. I really hurt you daddy. I missed having you around a month after I left. I wanted to get into college, go and take care of myself, clean up a bit and find you so you can be where you always were. In my life loving me for that little girl."

He smiled faintly and then looked down at the photo. Four years went by and he had moved on, found a real nice girl in Stella. He never really told her about his daughter from another marriage. He never wanted her to be ashamed of him.

"Tell you what dad."

I pulled out a small business card. I flip it in front of him.

"Keep the photo. Address of my work place, phone numbers and an e-mail address are all on there. See you sometime."

I smiled and he looked back at the card as I paid for the bill for the food we had ordered before hand. He noticed one real thing that stood out to him.

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