Disclaimer- Paramount didn't, I did. Got bored with what they did with them so made it more interesting. I made up the parts that needed more detail, and added a few new characters and other stuff (they are all mine my precious so don't go and try to take them away from me, please!). Also added a few things left unsaid by the Paramount writers. I only did this for fun so please don't sue me or any of that jazz.

A/N- beware this is a P/C story. (I am aware that Jean-Luc isn't in this chapter but it will get there) This is my first long fan-fiction story so please stay tune and R & R. I would appreciate it. Hope you enjoy!

2nd A/N- This set before Beverly and Jean-Luc have even met it will just help the story make a bit more sense.

The Forgotten Past.
" They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise."Gangsters Paradise Coolio
New Beginnings

As a cold wind brought a shiver down her spine, she pulled the coat tighter around her. This wind was a warning of the storm that was to come. She only hoped that she would reach the house before it hit. Looking down at her swollen abdomen, 'We're almost there.' She told her unborn child.

As the house slowly came into view, she prayed that they would be as nice as her grandmother said they were. They sounded nice and she was grateful that were willing to do so much for her, without really knowing her. Still she was very nervous about what their first impression would be.

One thing her grandmother had taught her was to make a good first impression, and she wasn't going to let her down now. After all, her grandmother had helped so much in just the last few days; aside from raising her after her own mother's death. And it was no secret that she hadn't been the easiest child to raise.

Slowly she made her way down the drive way to the house that lay waiting for them. She was half way down the driveway when the rain that had been threatening chose now to come down upon her.

To shield herself from the rain, she pulled the coat up over her head and quickened her pace. As she reach the steps to the house, the front door swang open and two people came rushing out.

The first was a man; he would have about 8 years older than her, nearly 10 centimetres taller than her, with dark brown hair and what looked like a 5 o'clock shadow. The second was a woman; she looked about the same age as the man, she was nearly the same hight as her, with natural blond hair that was tied up out of her face. The man took the bags out of her hands, while his wife put her arms around her and lead her into the house.

When they were in the house and out of the rain, the young girl took the coat off her head and looked at the two people that stood in front of her looking her over. She cleared her throat and said, "Are you Andrew and Fiona Sutcliffe?"

"No," replied the man, but was quickly elbowed in the stomach by the woman standing next to him.

"Yes we are," she corrected him to put the worried girl in front of them to ease. "Sorry about Andrew, he was just joking with you. You're Beverly Howard, right?"

"Yes," she said letting out a sigh of reif. When he had said no she'd started to panic. "I'd just like to say thank you now for letting me stay here, and for agreeing to take the child when it's born." She looked down at the bulge that was sticking out of her usually slim figure, as she said the last part.

"We should be thanking you, with our difficulty to have children and you being willing to give us your child." Said Andrew and you could just tell how grateful he really was at what she was willing to give them.

"Now let's get you settled into a room,' said Fiona as she lead the way down the hall to an empty bed room.

A few weeks later and Beverly was settled in and started to get to know the couple very well.

The way Andrew was treating her you'd think she was made of glass and would break if she fell over. But as Beverly continually showed him, she wasn't that easy to break. With her clumsiness, Beverly kept tripping or just bumping into things and thankfully Fiona got him to go easy on the over protective thing.

Andrew still wasn't sure about all of Beverly's past, but he respected her privacy and left. He assumed that Beverly and Fiona would be closer being girls and the fact that, in one way or the other, they were both about to become mothers.

Fiona and Beverly would often go on long walks around the Sutcliffe property. It was during these walks that Fiona learnt about Beverly's past. Fiona would just ask simple question about the father. She could tell this was a touchy subject. Beverly's grandmother had told them that he had abused her and she had run away from him to protect the child when she found she was pregnant.

"Why did you runaway from your grandmother at 13?"She asked one day.

"I don't really remember any more. I think I was just so confused about life. And Jason, the father, and his friends had the answers I was looking for, so when he asked me to runaway and stay with him and his friends, I agreed. I thought he loved me and that I was in love with him." She gave a bitter laugh. "I was 13, the though of true love over coming everything and all that romantic crap, blinded me from his real desire. By the time I turned 14 the abuse had started. I couldn't tell his friends, I doubt they would have believed me, anyway. Now look at me! 16 nearly 17 and I'm pregnant." At this point they had stopped walking Beverly started to cry. "I should never have run away from Nana. She's been too good to me. When I went to her weeks ago she started to fix my life straight away. No judging, just love and understanding."

Putting her hands on Beverly's back, Fiona gently pulled her into a hug. "That's a Howard woman for you. So willing to give for the people they love." Then she pulled her back enough to look deep into those blue Howard eyes of hers and continued. "And don't you forget your one of them. You're strong and will make it through this. You can have a new beginning after this. Go to the Academy or something. Make something of your life."

They continued their walk in silence for a long while. Neither knowing what to say to the other.

To try and get her mind off the past Fiona asked, "So, have you thought of any names yet?"

Beverly looked back at her shocked by the question. "What… You and Andrew are going to name it… aren't you?"

"No, we thought you should name it. It's you child Beverly, we're just the ones who are going to raise it."

Beverly stared at the ground for a while before answering, "I guess I'd consider it if was a girl… Isabel after my mother… or Felica after nana, for a boy…. I don't know…. I like the name Wesley… or even Andrew… he's been so nice to me."

"Still got plenty of time to make up your mind about a name yet."

"Which of those do you like? I mean you're the one who will be using it more than me."

"What ever name you pick I'm sure will be fine. Andrew would be honoured if he knew, I'm sure of that. Just don't tell him your considering it. It'd go straight to his head and there'd be no living with him after it."

Both girls laughed at this, knowing it was the truth.

Beverly woke to the smell of bacon and eggs on the fry. She rolled and wondered what the date was. It was easy for her lose track of the date while she staying with the Sutcliffe.

Her hand travelled over her, now quite large, stomach. It was just over a month now before she was due. A month? That meant her birthday would be soon. What was the date?

"Good morning birthday girl!" came the cry of Fiona and Andrew as they came into her bedroom baring gifts and breakfast.

Slowly Beverly sat up in bed. This was a surprise. The presents were the biggest of all.

"Thank you! You didn't have to do all this. Especially the presents. You didn't have spend all this money on me." She said as they moved to sit on the side of her bed, one on each side of her.

"That's okay, some were sent from your grandmother." Answered Fiona handing her a stack of about 7 or 8 presents.

"What do you want first, breakfast or presents?" Asked Andrew, looking for a place to set down the tray he had brought in.

"Umm, I think I'll have breakfast, before it gets cold," said Beverly making up her mind. "Have you guys eaten yet?" she asked eyeing off the large amount of food that was on the tray Andrew was holding.

"Actually no, not yet. We thought it best to wait and eat with you." Andrew answered carefully placing the tray on bed in between the three of them.

They all remained quiet during breakfast. Beverly hadn't had a birthday with presents in years! Well more than one present anyway. Jason had always talked his friends out of buying presents for 'silly things like birthdays'. But there was the odd occasion when they would get her a present.

Once they had finished breakfast Beverly started opening her presents. Most of the stuff was things to help with looking after the baby just after it was born.

Beverly picked up the one from Nana it had her name neatly printed on the wrapping paper written in her familiar handwriting. Slowly Beverly unwrapped it curious at what her grandmother would give her. It turned out to be a book. It was called 'Romeo and Juliet' by William Shakespeare. She had never read any of his work before. But it was never too late to start.

Slowly she opened all her presents and soon there weren't any left unopened. When Andrew noticed this he jumped up, "Before I forget," and ran out of the room.

Beverly looked over at Fiona for an answer to his reaction. But Fiona was just as confused as Beverly to see her husband go running out of the room.

When he returned Andrew had his hands behind his back, "As I believe you are fond of these." As he said this he brought his hands around to reveal a bouquet of lilies and another of tulips.

"Oh, Andrew they're beautiful," exclaimed Beverly as he handed her the lilies. Then he turned to Fiona and offered her the tulips.

"What's the occasion for me to be receiving the flowers?" asked Fiona, despite the fact she was already flattered.

He leaned in close to her, "I love you, that's why." Was the only response he gave her before kissing her.

"This is going to be a wonderful birthday. I can tell already," proclaimed Beverly getting out of bed carefully.

"Oh god the PAIN!" cried Beverly as she tilled her head back ready to scream.

"It's okay, your doing fine," came the doctor's voice from somewhere in between her legs.

Beverly couldn't imagine pain like this. She felt like half of her body was on fire. Next time she was using drugs. The pain was too much for her to bare; she wanted her Nana.

"Fiona," she gasped.

"I'm here, Beverly." Fiona was quick to respond to her call.

"I want Nana."

"She can't come, honey. You know that. Sorry."

"I can see the baby's head," called the doctor.

"Ahhhhhh," another wave of fire swept through Beverly.

"You're doing great, just keep breathing. And when I tell you, push."

Beverly was breathing hard, god this was so hard! 'Breath, just keep breathing.' She told herself.

"Okay, push."

She pushed and pushed the pain was intolerable. 'How do women do this all the time?' she asked herself.

"Good, good. But we're going to need some more pushing soon."

'Oh god not more.' She felt a hand squeezing her arm and knew it was Fiona.

"Ready and… push."

Pushing with all the strength she had in her, she was starting to cry in frustration. Wasn't the baby suppose to be working with her, not against?

"We're almost there. Just one more push should do it."

She took a deep breath and pushed with every part of her body screaming at her in pain. Then… she heard it.

At first it was a soft cry, then it grew louder and louder. It was her baby. Her child crying to be heard. She started crying freely now.

"What is it?" she asked Andrew, who had just appeared holding a small bundle in his arms.

"It's a girl, and she's beautiful. Just like her mother."

Beverly collapsed backwards. She was so tired, she could hardly move.

"Do you want to hold your little girl mummy?" asked Andrew.

"Thank you Andy," she whispered, holding out her arms to accept the bundle. She may have been tired but she could find the energy to hold her little girl. As she looked down onto the baby's tiny face, she could only smile at how beautiful she looked to her.

Fiona offered to take the child while Beverly got some much-deserved rest.

The next morning Beverly woke to the sight of Andrew and Fiona asleep on the chairs next to her bed. Slowly sitting up, muscles still aching she got to the up-right position. She looked around the room. Then she saw her. Her baby sleeping peacefully in a bed next to her own. She got up and stood next to the baby's bed and read the information sheet above it.

SEX- female

BLOOD TYPE- a positive

RACE- human

NAME-

A name. She hadn't decided on a name yet. If it was a boy it would have been Wesley, but a girls name she hadn't made up her mind yet.

By the time Andrew and Fiona had woken up, they found Beverly sitting back on the bed her legs crossed and she was staring at the little girl in her arms.

"Looks like mummy and daddy have finally woken up, eh Felica?" She said more to the couple than the baby.

"Felica? You decide on that name did you?" asked Fiona.

"Yes, in honour of Nana."

"Well it's a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. Felica Sutcliffe." Said Andrew trying out the name as he got up to stand next to Beverly to take another look at her.

"Do you know where you are going?" asked Fiona.

"Not really. I was thinking of going to San Francisco, a friend from back on Caldos always talked about it, so I thought I would see what they were talking about and then who knows?" She shrugged. "Maybe I will join the Academy. I'm not sure just yet.'

"Well what ever you do make sure to keep in touch. We want to be able to send you lots of photos and messages concerning a little someone." As Andrew said this he turned to check on the sleeping girl that lay still in her pram. "And remember to look us up if you're ever in the area again. There will always be a place for you in this house."

"I know and thank you. Not just for the offer, but for all you have done for me."

"It was a pleasure," he said giving her a tight hug.

As he let her go she felt sad about leaving, but knew it was for the best.

"Fiona…" she never finished the sentence. Fiona pulled her into another tight hug and felt tears form in her eyes.

"Well I better get going, or I'll never leave." She said with a light smile.

"Good luck," whispered Fiona.

As she got to their front gate she turned to give the happy family one last wave. Then she walked down the road, it was a bright sunny day, and 'The perfect time to go on a summer stole' she thought to herself. And so she got to start anew, have a new beginning. One without the heartache and suffering. Or so she thought.

TBC Stay tune there will be more to the story. Promise! And shouldn't be long. While you wait please review!