She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down ...

Felicity looked out the window as the plane disended. She grabbed her backpack and walked out into the airport. She passed luggage, grabbed her suitcase, and headed to the main entrance.

"Felicity? Felicity!" she turned to see her father Ryan jogging towards her, "Hey.."

"Hey." She smirked and was wrapped in a hug.

"Here, let me take your bags. The cars this way." Ryan grabbed her bags and walked towards a black hummer. A CSI hummer by the looks of it.

Felicity hopped into the passenger seat as her dad threw her luggage in the back. She watched as he climbed into the driver seat and started up the hummer.

"I'm glad your back. I've missed you. I really have."

"I've missed you too. I'm happy to be back home."

It was true. She was glad to be back in Miami. She'd missed it. She'd missed the sun, the beach, the heat, and she had missed her father. She had never understood how her mother had gotten custody of her. Her father had been her best friend while her mother could hardly car for a cat without exploding with anger.

"So how have you been lately? Your mother?" Ryan glanced over to her.

"I've been good. As good as you can be with mother around. Mom's been herself." she shrugged.

"I see."

"Yep. How about you? What have you been up to?"

"Not much. Just work."

"Ah."

"Mhm. Well, here we are." Ryan pulled into the driveway of a fairly large house.

"Wow. I see you've moved."

"Yeah." He chuckled, " I have."

Ryan retrieved Felicity's bags from the back of the car and followed her to the front door. He seat the luggage down as he unlocked the door. Felicity walked in. Almost in awe of the new house. She had never lived in something to nice.

"Your room is upstairs. Third one on the left. Here, I'll show you." Ryan lead his daughter upstairs.

Setting the baggage down on the floor of her room, Ryan wrapped Felicity in another hug. "I'll leave you to unpack. Dinner should be ready in a while."

"Okay.." and with that her dad left. She turned towards her new bedroom. One wall was almost completely windows. It overlooked the backyard, and a little further off, the beach.

The bedroom was amazing. She had no issue admitting that along with the fact that she would have no problem adjusting to this lifestyle. She faintly missed her mom, but she had missed her father more. She began hanging up clothes in her closet as the memories began coming back.

"How stupid are you?! Seriously, how bad do you have to fuck up your own life!! I can't believe I gave birth to something so moronic." Felicity's mother screamed at her,"I knew I never should've hooked up with that idiot you call your father, all he left me with was you."

Felicity said nothing as the rant went on. She didn't understand why she was being yelled at. Of course there was never much reason when her mom went ballistic on her. Felicity couldn't see what was so bad about dropping a plate and ruining her dinner. But, as always, her mother didn't care. Her mom exploded in Felicity's face. Complaining about wasted food and how she never saw how Felicity would ever find a boyfriend, boys wanted to date cheerleaders, not figure skaters or hockey players...

A soft knock on her door ripped Felicity from the flashback.

"Yes?"

"Dinners almost ready. I see you're almost done unpacking." Her dad smiled at her.

"Uhm yeah. I'll be down in a bit okay?"

"Mmkay." Her dad nodded as he shut the door behind him.

She loved her dad. He had been there for so much when she was little, before the divorce. Even when she lived in Minnesota she would often call up her dad and just talk when he was available. Felicity had been estatic when her mother told her that she was sending her to live with her dad.

As Felicity made her way to the dining room she passed by a framed photo collage in the hallway. The photos were of her and her dad, when she was little. Her and her dad at the beach, splashing in the waves. Her father and her at an ice cream shop. Her third birthday. One of her putting on a fishy face for the camera. And one of her on her fathers back, he was leaning towards the camera, she was laughing, her smile lighting up the photo. One thing was for sure, she hoped things could go back to the way they were before, when things were fun and happy.

"So... what's for dinner?"

"Spaghetti."

"My favorite." Felicity's face lit up with a smile.