Title: The Missing Scenes

Author: Ms. Quartermaine

Summary: A collection of scenes that never aired, but should have. Featuring Tracy Quartermaine and others.

MISSING SCENE 1: Checking on Mom

Description: Set in July 2004. Dillon decides to check on Tracy after Lila's death.

Night had fallen, as Dillon tip-toed up the stairs of the Quartermaine Mansion. "Should I do this?" he asked himself. "Yes, I should," he answered. "She needs me. I need to be there for her." He strolled down the dim hall, stopping when he reached his mother's room.

"Mom? Are you there?" he asked out loud.

There was no answer.

"Mom?" he repeated.

Still…No answer. Inside the room, Tracy sat upright in her bed. She sobbed quietly. In her hands, she held a photo of her mother…the same photo that she clutched to her chest that morning.

"Mom? Can I come in?"

Tracy finally responded, "Not right now."

Dillon was persistent, "Why not?"

His mother became angry, "Dillon, I said 'No.' I am your mother, and you will listen to me."

"Please," he replied desperately. "I really need to talk to you."

She bit her lip. She didn't feel like arguing. "Fine," she murmured.

Dillon entered the room, as his mother put the photo aside.

"What do you want?" she asked rudely.

"Um, how are you?" he simply responded.

"How do you think?" she spat back.

"Well," Dillon answered honestly. "I think that you're angry, and I think that you're sad, and you know what? You have every reason to be. But why are you refusing to let all the people that care about you help you? Why?"

"Oh please, Dillon. My mother is dead. I can act however the hell I may please."

Dillon remained sincere, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," she answered immediately.

"You don't have to talk to me. You can talk to Ned. Or Alan. Or Grandfather."

"I already told you. I'm not interested."

Dillon was curious. "How come, Mom? It's obvious that you're hurting."

Tracy answered loudly, "Of course I'm hurting!" Her voice became quieter, "Of course I'm hurting," she repeated. "I will never again see my mother's smile, nor will I hear her voice, or be able to look into her eyes, and see the hope I was telling Daddy about."

Dillon was confused.

"The hope," Tracy stressed. "The hope that was there no matter how dismal the situation, or—"

Dillon interrupted by hugging his mother.

"Mom," he whispered.

"I miss her, baby, I miss her," she squeaked.

"Shhh…I know. I know."

Tracy sobbed as Dillon comforted her.