I used to love watching Ringer and I was sad when it got cancelled. I have read and re-read most Ringer fics and I decided why not write one myself. I know all of my other fics are unfinished but I will eventually finish them. I finally have some time and I am in the headspace to write them. Anyways this story will pick up after the series finale. Two things I want to say before I get started Gemma's father finds out it was Siobhan who got his daughter killed and had her whacked via hitman and Juliet is 15 when all of this goes down for my timeline. I don't own Ringer or its established characters that belongs to the CW even though they cancelled it.

Chapter 1

I can't believe I am four years sober and it almost never happened. When I lost Juliet and Andrew the first thing that popped up into my head was getting smack. It was such an easy choice but in the long run I knew I was only one hit away from death. It feels like such a long time ago and yesterday that my life almost ended. Bodaway found me finally and was intent on killing me and feeling like a ghost appeared when I saw my sister. I can't believe she wanted me to die. I know Sean dying was a tragedy but how could my sister have wanted me dead? It is ironic she left a trail to lead me to my death and she was the one who ended up dying.

The sister I loved died long before this game she started maybe she died when Sean died. I will always have to live with that but I won't pay for it with my life. Even though he wasn't my son he felt like that at times and he was my everything once upon a time. His death sent me down a spiral I wasn't sure I could get out of. I wanted to be better for Sean but his death and Siobhan not being able to look at me almost killed me. Bottles and pills became my friends to make me forget about Sean for a while but I never forgot about Sean. How could I ever forget that little precious boy?

I snap out from my thoughts and get out of my car to pick up my babies. They are now getting accustomed to life in daycare. I was glad I wasn't the worst type of junkie who spent all their money on blow I had enough saved up to hold off looking for a job so I could stay at home with my kids. It weird that Siobhan gave birth to them but the universe made me their mother but I am always thankful everyday that I have been given this gift. Winnifred Seana and Cecilia Morgan Kelly are mine in every way that counts. I open the door to the daycare and as soon as I feel something it leaves me it could just be the cold.

"Mommy!" One of my little girls gives me an exaggerated wave as if I won't be able to see her. She nudges her sister and my other little one turns around and greets me with a special smile. My only hope in life is that they never stop loving each other and they never turn out like my sister and I.

They get their stuff ready and green eyes are looking up at me like I am crazy. They are waiting for me but sometimes I just have to catalogue the little moments.

"All right let's go home!" I give them a cheerful response because children have this immaculate ability to sense things even if they don't show it. I grab Winnie's hand and she uses her other hand to walk with her sister. We leave the daycare center and I have that feeling again and it unnerves me.

"Mommy are you okay?" Celia asks but both my girls are staring at me. I don't know how long we have been standing in a busy New York but I just have to catalogue the little moments. I bring them over to the car and get them situated in their chairs. I close the door and travel to the driver's side and set my sights on getting home. The traffic at this time is bad but not as terrible as it could be. The girls are speaking amongst themselves rehashing their day and it gives me hope that maybe they will stay close as they get older.

When we finally reach the apartment building I get the girls out of their chairs and of course they race out of the car and leave their backpacks.

"Do not run! You two know I don't like when you run off!" I will never get used to that New York is a scary place and I don't like them running and they get to far out of my reach. Lots of sickos out there.

"Mommy but we are home!" Winnie looks at me innocently and I don't want any of it.

"We go through this at least three times a week girls. You can't stray to far away from mommy or anyone I leave you with okay." We walk to the entrance but they just walk ahead of me and refuse to hold my hand. These have a cute way of trying to be mean they just hold each other's hand and pretend I don't exist but it matters not because they can't reach for the door handle so they just wait for me.

I pull the door and they run in and greet our doorman Ronald.

"Hey Ron, how you doing today?"

"Can't complain Ms. B how about yourself?"

"Tired but you know how that is..."

"If that ain't the truth they can take me away now. When you gals going to bring old Ron some of those famous Kelly cookies?" Sometimes I don't know if Ron is a blessing or a curse. At the mention of cookies the munchkins get manic smiles and I know I don't stand a chance.

"Ron see what you started?" I give him a scold with no heat.

He only shrugs and let's us know that he expects cookies soon and of course the girls nod like this is a mission. I am thankful for Ronald and if he wants cookies he can have all the cookies in the world. We make our way to our apartment and I start thinking what am I going to cook tonight for dinner...

The girls go to the living room and start going through the Tivo and I think to myself it is amazing that they know how to work the tv this well with absolutely no help from me. They recorded some show that comes on when they are at daycare and start watching. I bring their backpacks to their room and loop the strap to a bed post. I decide to get started on dinner and I know enough not to bother the two when their show is on.

I love that they get so excited about this but as much as I love this life it feels like it isn't enough. As buzz through the kitchen I realize I am wrong. It isn't that its not enough I just always feel like something is missing. Every night I pray where ever Juliet and Andrew are that they are happy and functioning. My sister and I made a mess of their lives and that was the last thing they ever needed. I can't keep living in the past though as fast as those thoughts come to me I realize I need to bury them and live my life. I give the girls some apple wedges as a snack to tide them over until dinner.

I decide on a pasta dish since its easy and my feet hurt quite a bit. I hear little footsteps and its Winnie bringing me my phone telling me it started shaking. I know she really means vibrating but she doesn't know how to say that yet so she doesn't even try.

I see that it is a text from Greer.

Hey Bridge! Are we still on for this weekend? Let me know if anything comes up.. -Greer

Hey I don't think I will cancel and neither will Mel unless one of the kids get sick. I am looking forward to getting to drinks its been way too long since we all met up at once.- Bridget

You are right it has been to long. I'll text you later have to pick up my daughter. -Greer

All right. :)- Bridget

It is weird but awesome that Greer still wanted to be my friend after everything went down. It felt so nice to be able to tell the truth and not have anyone call me a demeaning name. I felt lighter and so did she. She always thought I was going to go after her husband after she thought I was a maneater not that I blame her Siobhan was cheating with Henry and how she always went around treating people like she knew something they didn't is terrifying.