A/N: So I haven't seen many Mary fic's around yet and I figure this is the perfect time since we don't really know anything yet! Ah creative freedom! Let me know what you think ! :)

Chapter 1.

Charlotte lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She'd tried squeezing her eyes shut but it didn't matter. All she could see was Alison lying there. Blood. Her mom's face. Her eyes. She'd never meant to hurt her little sister. But that didn't matter. She could hear her mom's words in her ears over and over. What have you done? What had she done? She'd ruined everything.

"Charlotte, visitor."

A nurse stood at her door.

Charlotte frowned, "I don't have anyone coming today."

"It's your mom," the nurse said, rushing as she saw the hope light up in the young woman's eyes, "Your…other mom."

Charlotte blinked, "My… biological mom…is here?"

She could barely remember the last time she'd seen her real mom. Not that she called her that. She hadn't been around since Charlotte was a baby. Jessica was her real mom now. The only mom she'd ever really known.

"Charlotte?" the nurse prompted, "Should I let her through or do you want me to turn her away?"

Charlotte bit her lip as she thought for a moment, "I'll see her… I guess," she muttered.

Charlotte sat on the bed, her back against the wall. She drew her knee's to her chest as she heard footsteps, high heels it sounded like, approach her door. A light knock didn't wait for a response. The door opened gently.

God, Charlotte thought, if it weren't for the dark hair… she still looked just like mom. Like Jessica, she corrected herself. It really was confusing.

"Charlotte," Mary spoke softly as she sat down on the bed beside her daughter.

Charlotte watched her wide eyed, "You haven't visited… in a really long time," she said quietly.

"I know," Mary took her daughters hand, "I'm sorry, honey. I was sick… I wanted to get better before I came and saw you."

"But mom… Jessica, I mean, " Charlotte frowned, "She said you got out years ago… but you still never came."

There was a flash of anger in Mary's eyes as she listened to her daughter call her sister mom, "It's complicated," she murmured, "I don't think she wanted me around you."

Charlotte nodded slowly, "Oh."

"But I'm your mom, Charlie," Mary said firmly, "And I want to be around."

"Why now?" Charlotte asked quietly.

Mary hesitated, "I saw her put you in that car and send you away like…" her voice rose, "Like you were nothing. You're not, Charlotte," Mary squeezed her daughters hands with her own, "I lost you to that woman and now she just throws you away…"

"But I killed Ali," Charlotte choked out, "She saw me kill her daughter… her real daughter… I don't blame her for hating me."

Mary wiped a tear from her daughters cheek, "Charlotte, you belong with me. Not in this place," she gestured to the walls, "And not with her."

Charlotte looked confused, "But mom," she cleared her throat, "I mean, Je…" she shook her head, "She took care of me. She was the only one that was there for me. That ever really loved me."

"And now?" Mary raised an eyebrow in question.

Charlotte sighed as her brow furrowed in thought. She remembered her mom's eyes… the sadness… the disappointment. How she hadn't even been able to hug her back before she sent her away.

"I don't know," Charlotte whispered.

"I do," Mary smiled, "Now I'm here, honey. I'm going to get you out of this place… I know what it's like," her expression darkened, "It's no place for us."

"You can…get me out?" Charlotte's eyes widened.

"Of course I can," Mary nodded, "You're my daughter, aren't you?"

Charlotte bit her lip, "Yeah, I guess I am," she smiled hesitantly.

Mary pulled her in for a hug. There was still hope, she thought. She could still get her daughter back. Get everything back. Everything that that bitch had taken from her. She looked at the dejected girl in her arms. She just needed someone to love her. What better person than her real mother?

Charlotte returned the hug and turned her face into her mother's shoulder. She felt a hand in her hair as she sniffed.

"I love you."

That was all that was needed for Mary to get into her daughters heart and her mind. Mary smiled; she'd known this was the time as soon as she'd seen her daughter hit Alison with that rock. It was all about timing and the time was now.