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Author's Note: Hello, everybody! If you aren't already familiar with me, allow me to introduce myself. My name is LaughLoveLive. I am also known to some as Triple L or Trip. After seven successful femslash stories (according to the reviews I received, BTW, thank you!) in the That's So Raven fandom, I have decided to come over to one of my other favorite Disney shows and take a crack at two more of my favorite characters, Maddie and London.

I love reading reviews. They let me know what you think of the story whether it's good, bad or indifferent. Don't hesitate to be critical; I can take constructive criticism. And while I think flames are funny, if you are that offended by the material, you shouldn't read the story.

Which reminds me… THIS IS A FEMSLASH STORY. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ A FEMSLASH STORY, NOW IS THE TIME TO LEAVE.

Now that that's out of the way, please enjoy my first foray into Maddie/London or Londie femslash. Please enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Coming Home

The Gulfstream G550 sliced through the heavens above the Atlantic Ocean. It soared 47,000 feet above the surface of the water below. The ultra-modern luxury jet contained one passenger en route from Paris. For the first time in nearly seven years, London Tipton would set foot in Boston, Massachusetts. Much had changed in the seven years she was gone.

Zack and Cody Martin graduated from Boston College, with honors. Marion Moesby, her Mr. Moesby, had been promoted to the U.S Eastern Region Vice President of Tipton Hotels International. Carey Martin was now a headliner selling out house dates in Atlantic City. Arwin Hawkhauser left the Tipton to join the Professional Bowlers Association Tour where he took rookie of the year honors in his first year and captured the Firestone Tournament of Champions crown. Esteban Ramirez followed in the footsteps of Mr. Moesby and worked his way up from bellhop to concierge and is now in his third year as the General Manager of the Tipton Boston.

Then there was Maddie Fitzpatrick. She earned a full scholarship to Boston University where she received her bachelor's degree, moved over to Cambridge to earn her law degree from Harvard and was now a first year associate at the law firm of Collier, Beckett and Associates, the most prestigious firm in Boston.

Maddie. The mere thought of her brought a flood of emotions to the surface for the Tipton heiress. The second-to-last thing on Earth London wanted was to fall in love with her best friend. She had just begun to embrace the idea of true friendship that didn't have to be purchased, but simply cultivated and nurtured when she fell in love with Maddie. But falling in love with her was the second-to-last thing London wanted. The last thing on Earth she wanted was to come to terms with being in love with her best friend the day before she left for Paris and not be able to tell her.

During the first semester of her freshman year at Harvard, London's father fell seriously ill. She rushed to Paris to be at his side. Little did she know that her time with him would be short. All of the money "Daddy" had paid to land her an undeserved spot in Harvard's freshman class couldn't prepare her for what lay ahead for her. Wilfred Tipton had suffered from an undiagnosed stomach cancer that took his life just days after London arrived. She grieved his death for the better part of a year. It was during this time that Maddie provided her with the emotional support that she so desperately needed. She was there for London at the funeral, during her nervous breakdown and her unsuccessful suicide attempt.

Maddie had helped navigate London through her darkest hour. It was during this dark period in her life that London Leah Tipton changed. Her father's death gave her a focus and a perspective in life that she never had growing up. She made the heart-wrenching decision to leave Boston, her home, and move to Paris to be near the Tipton International corporate headquarters. She felt it was now her purpose in life to not be just the Tipton heiress, the air headed jet set playgirl that spent more money than some small nations, but to run the Tipton empire as the undisputed leader of the next Tipton generation.

London hired the best tutors money could buy and immersed herself in everything from international finance to human resources to food service management. She graduated with honors from The Sorbonne in Paris and at the age of 23 was named the Vice President of International Business Development for Tipton International. Gone were the sparkly boots and brightly colored outfits of her teenage years. London Tipton was now a successful businesswoman and dressed the part to prove it.

In such a short amount of time, the young woman that was handed the material world on a silver platter then had the emotional world snatched from under her feet had righted herself. In addition to the beauty and the riches she already possessed, she acquired a work ethic that was the envy of the business world. She had developed a strong relationship with her stepmother Brandi after her father's death. The worldwide admiration she already had in her youth was joined by the newfound respect that she had earned. She had it all. Except for true love.

The day before she left for Paris, she was supposed to meet Maddie for lunch. It was her moment. She was going to tell Maddie how she felt. She had no idea if Maddie felt the same way, but she had to tell her. It was eating away at her. This was it. She left her condo and headed for her limo when it happened. She had a panic attack. It was too much, too soon for her. Her personal assistant called Maddie to inform her of what happened. After being assured that London was fine, Maddie was told by London's doctor that it was best for no one to see her off when she left so as to prevent another panic attack from occurring.

They had kept in touch over the years. One would email the other one on a weekly basis. Phone calls were exchanged once every two months or so. But telling Maddie by telephone was not an option. Neither was email. Their schedules seemed to always conflict so face-to-face encounters had been out of the question. Eventually, it had gotten to the point where it had become too painful to think about. She had probably already found some hunk in law school to canoodle around Boston with. Maddie probably never mentioned it in her emails or phone calls because she knew London was alone and didn't want to hurt her feelings and sink her into a depression.

It was at that point that London decided she was never going back to Boston on the chance that she would see her. She told herself that she couldn't go back. She promised herself that she wouldn't go back. So why after seven years was she on her private jet headed for Beantown?

It all started one day in late December 2016.

(Flashback to three and a half months earlier)

"Sandrine?" London called out to her secretary from her French provincial style office. She had come to hate using the intercom. She felt it was pretentious. London had indeed changed.

"Yes, Miss Tipton?" Sandrine said as she entered the office.

"Has the mail arrived today?"

"It just arrived. I am sorting it now."

"Thank you!" London said. Several minutes later, Sandrine came in to her office and plopped a six-inch stack of mail into the inbox at the corner of her desk.

"Merde!" London fired off a curse in French that, translated into English, is a four-letter word for excrement. "Sandrine! Make sure I fire the letter carrier tomorrow!" London joked. She had a cordial, almost best friend type relationship with her 27-year old French accented secretary.

London flipped through envelope after envelope of contract proposals and quarterly projections from Tipton properties around the globe. Her mindless flipping stopped when she came upon a white envelope with red embossed calligraphy on the outside. The return address was from Boston, Massachusetts, USA. She tore the envelope open and read:

Because you have shared in their lives
by your friendship and love
you are invited to share
with our daughter, Barbara Elizabeth
and Cody James Martin
when they exchange marriage vows
and begin their new life together
on Saturday, the fifteenth of April
Two thousand seventeen
at four o'clock in the afternoon
St. Paul's Church
10 West Oak Street
Boston, Massachusetts

Thomas and Elaine Brownstein

"Oh my god! Sandrine! Sandrine! Cody's getting married! One of the twins is getting married!" London exclaimed.

"Let me see!" Sandrine said as she ran into the office to look at the invitation. London had talked about everyone in Boston so much, Sandrine felt like she knew them as well. "Miss Tipton…" Sandrine ominously said. "The wedding is in Boston. And you said that you would never set foot in that city again as long as…"

"I know." London said. She had confided in Sandrine regarding her unrequited love for her best friend. "And it's about time you stopped calling me Miss Tipton. It's London. Okay?"

"Okay, Miss Ti… London." Sandrine corrected herself. "So… London are you going?"

London paused for a moment. She was still not ready to see Maddie face-to-face, but she promised the twins that she would be there when the finally tied the knot.

"Yes. I'm going. Little Cody has grown up and is getting married. And London is going to be there." London said confidently. "Do me a favor and get Cody's number for me. I've got to talk to him."

(End of Flashback)

"Miss Tipton?" Jennifer, London's personal cabin steward said. London, who was staring out the window, turned her head to acknowledge her. "We will land at Logan International in about 45 minutes."

"Thank you Jennifer. Oh! And did you confirm that a car will be waiting for me?" London said.

"Just like you requested. They have a 2017 Mercedes S550 sedan waiting in the hangar." Jennifer said. "Are you sure you don't want a driver?"

"I'm sure Jennifer. I maybe wealthy, but I'm not an invalid. I had my fill of being chauffeured when I was a teenager. It's time for London to take the wheel."

The next 45 minutes passed in the blink of an eye. London was slightly startled when she heard Captain Rich Anderson's voice over the intercom.

"Good Afternoon Miss Tipton. We are beginning our final approach into Logan. It's 3:45 local time and currently an unseasonably warm 73 degrees at the airport. Please fasten your seat belt and secure your belongings. And by the way Miss Tipton… welcome home."

The 'welcome home' part of the captain's announcement struck a chord inside London. This was home for her. She might have been gone for seven years but when he said that, a familiar warmth began to wash over her. A faint smile spread over her face as the Boston skyline became visible. There was Hancock Place and the Prudential Tower. Since she left, two new buildings, Trans National Place and South Bay Tower took their place above all other buildings in the skyline. New Fenway Park gleamed in the distance, standing across the street from where the Old Fenway Park once stood; standing in the same location Maddie once lived.

The plane touched down a few minutes before 4 in the afternoon. As the plane taxied to its parking place just outside the Tipton hangar, Captain Anderson came on to officially welcome London to Boston.

"Miss Tipton, welcome to Logan International Airport in Boston, Mass, home of the six-time and current defending Super Bowl champion New England Patriots!"

"Rich and his Patriots." London chuckled to herself. She had become very generous as part of her transformation. Her Christmas gift to Captain Anderson was a one-year lease on a private luxury box at Gillette Stadium for him and his family and friends. London's personality had done a 180-degree turn that shocked those that knew her in her youth. However, in the time since she left Boston, the only person from the hotel gang that had seen her was Mr. Moesby. Once a year at the annual board meetings that take place in February, she would see him and have dinner with him. This past February, however, illness prevented him from making the trip to Paris.

London stepped off the plane and began walking toward the black Mercedes she saw parked in the middle of the hangar. As she got closer, she noticed someone standing outside the car waiting for her. She turned to around and called out to Jennifer.

"I thought you said I wouldn't have a driver!" London bellowed. She turned and continued to the car. The closer she got, she realized the person standing there was not her driver. "Mr. Moesby?"

"London, if you don't start calling me Marion, I shall be forced to bring you up on charges before the board." Moesby said with a serious look etched on his face that melted away in seconds, leaving a broad grin in its place.

"Marion!" London came up to him and threw her arms around him in a bear hug. "I missed you at the annual meeting! How are you?" She asked as they released the hug.

"I am in tip-top shape! I even ran the Boston Marathon this year! Finished in four and a half hours." Marion said. "The question for you young lady is what took you so long to come back home?"

London looked at Marion. He had been the closest thing to a father to her growing up. With her father flying around the world for business, Marion Moesby was there for many of the important moments in her life; her first steps, teaching her how to ride a bike and teaching her to read. She thought he might understand what was on her mind but the only person she had told of her love for Maddie was her assistant Sandrine.

"It's a long story, one that you don't want to hear anyway." London said.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with a certain blonde attorney that resides here in Boston, now would it?" Marion said.

How in the hell does he know? London thought to herself. The look on her face was one of annoyance because of the question, yet her eyes brightened at the mention of object of her affection.

"Now why would Maddie have anything to do with me not coming home?" London scoffed.

"Why don't we go for a ride in this magnificent automobile and talk about it." Marion said.

He loaded her bags into the trunk as she slid into the driver's seat. He bounded around the side of the car and hopped in on the passenger side. She cranked up the car and headed for the airport exit.

"They've done a lot of construction in the greater Boston area. Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" Marion asked.

"Got it under control. That's what MapQuest and car navigation systems are for." London replied. She decided to take to offensive in picking up the previous conversation. "Now what was that crap back there about me not coming home because of Maddie?"

"London, I have known you all of your life. You don't think that I am able to read you like a book?"

"Okay. You have known me all my life and perhaps, just perhaps, you can read me. So, genius, what is it that you read?" London fired back.

"My dear, it is as plain as the nose on your pretty little face today as it was the day before you left seven years ago." Marion said. "You are in love with Madeline." Busted. London said to herself. Am I that easy to read? "And no. I think that I am the only one that can pick up on you so easily. Remember…"

"You've been around me all my life. I know." London deadpanned.

"I do cross paths with Madeline on occasion." Marion offered. "And she seems to have the same prickly reaction when your name is mentioned."

"I left here seven years ago without saying goodbye. I'd be prickly too if I were her."

"But you two have conversed over the years, so its not like you completely lost contact."

He has a point. She thought. "Still Marion, she is a successful attorney in a powerful city. She is beautiful and smart and she can have her pick of any man in New England so what I am going to do is say hello to my old friends, enjoy Cody's wedding and push aside all this Maddie nonsense in my head. This week is not about me, it's about Cody."

"C.J." Marion said.

"C.J. What? What's C.J.?" London asked.

"That's what he goes by now, C.J." Marion said.

"Is that why he didn't return my call three months ago, because I called him Cody?"

"No, he's been very busy. He's been studying for the GMAT exam. It took him two weeks to return his brother's call."

"His brother still goes by Zack, doesn't he?"

Marion laughed. "Yes, he is still Zack."

"So what about you, Marion? The Tipton can't still be your life. Anyone special you want to tell me about?" London probed for information. Marion was always very guarded about his personal life.

"Ah! There is indeed a beautiful young woman in my life that you will meet very soon. In the meantime, where is it that you think you are going?" Marion asked.

"To the hotel! My directions say to make a left on South Franklin."

"South Franklin is one way, my dear. You are going to have to go down to Federal Plaza and come back around." Marion corrected her. "I told you to let me drive."

"I hate to pull rank on you, but remember, I am still your boss." London said with a smile.

"Thank goodness your business navigation is better than your vehicular navigation, otherwise I'd be out of a job and have to resort panhandling under the overpass at the Bunker Hill Bridge!" Marion joked.

London smiled as she made the turn on to Federal Plaza. Several blocks ahead, the distinctive profile of the Tipton Hotel came into view. She thought about the last comment from her driving companion and the sight of the hotel where she spent a good part of her youth.

"By the way…" Marion said in a soft tone. "You just passed Madeline's office. I thought you might want to know that… just in case you decide to pay an old friend a visit."

She looked over at Marion and then glanced at the office building in her rear view mirror. She incorporated that information into the package of thoughts she was currently mulling over. Her warm smile widened ever so slightly. Yep. London thought to herself. It's good to be home.

That was painless, I think. My first Londie chapter. I know what you're thinking. Where's Maddie? Where are Zack and Cody and the rest of the gang? They're coming, I promise. Actually, we're gonna check in on Maddie next. Please come back and join me for Chapter 2. But not before you review this chapter, please. THANK YOU.