Just a quick A/N. I am English, and attempting to write for an American show. After millions of typo's of the word, I've decided to stick with "mum" and not "mom".. sorry, but that's how it is J hope you enjoy anyway!

"seasons are changing and waves are crashing & stars are falling all for us. Days grow longer & nights grow shorter, I can show you I'll be the one" Your guardian angel, by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

"Their first dance together as a wedded couple could not of been more perfect". This part of her daughters speech could not of been more true.

Closing her eyes and leaning into Mr Vartanns chest, as Mrs Vartann for the first time, she reflects on the past two rocky eventful years..

2 years ago, Lindsay's point of view.

Shouting and screaming, shouting and screaming! It's all I hear. I walk over to my bed and lie under the covers, placing a pillow over my ears to drown out the noise.

My mummy & daddy hate each other.

My friend at school keeps saying her parents did this before they split and she's never seen her daddy since. She says they sat her in a room with a lady and a lego house. She says the lady gave her a mummy doll and a daddy doll and then let her choose doll for herself. She says the lady was nice until she put her doll in front of the lego house and made hr choose if mummy doll should be there, or daddy doll should be there. She chose mummy-doll and daddy-doll got dropped back in the toy box. Never to be seen again.

I cried myself to sleep, and when I awoke the alarm clock told me I'd been out for about 45 minutes. Everything was eerily silent. I stood up cautiously, wiping a wet spot off of my forehead, and made my way downstairs.

Mum was sat, slumped over the kitchen table. She was crying, and the sight broke my heat. My dad was nowhere to be seen.

I scooted a chair next to her, placed a pillow on top of it, and leant against my mums arm.

Catherines point of view.

"you slept with a skank!" I shouted, furious tears streaming down my face, as I jabbed him in the chest accentuating every word I spoke.

"Now Catherine, please.. Calm down" he pleaded, and it almost worked until he added, "think of Lindsay".

I almost lost it, the dinner plates were launched at his head, as I backed away, looking for more things to throw. I heard a sigh of relief when it was obvious there was nothing in my path to throw. I spun around, like a lioness about to take down her pray.

"Think of Lindsay?" I whispered, malice dripping out of my mouth, "did you think of Lindsay when you fucked her? Did you think of Lindsay when taking money out of her child fund to spend money on that skank? Did you think of Lindsay when you dared to come back? Well… you'll think of Lindsay when you never see her again!" I roared the final part, and took satisfaction in watching his cocky face crumpling. Defeated. Like a gazelle, still alive, that has just been taken into a lions jaws.

"Let me just say goodbye" he stated, walking past me, keeping his distance and proceeding up towards her room.

I tidied the mess I'd just made up, and sat at my kitchen table for a while until he came back down. Thinking of how 6 months ago we picked it out together. As a family.

Eventually I heard him come back down.

"She'd cried herself to sleep again. I kissed her goodbye and left. It's for the best.. I see it now. Us arguing is killing her".

He said this softly, as he proceeded to he back door, letting his self out and as the door shut with a click of finality.

A short while later, I heard tiny padded footsteps and then a chair scraping and a warm head resting against my arm.

"it'll be okay baby, I promise…" I whispered in an attempt to soothe her.

Lindsays point of view - 2 weeks later

Mummy is better now. I playfully referred to her as Zombie-mum but of course never to her face. Nana Lily has been looking after me. Mum has buried herself in her work, hardly ever home. I barely see her, and never see dad. It's so upsetting, but I never let it show.

Mummy's eyes are twinkling again, and the bags are shrinking under her eyes. She's getting happy again and Nana says (and I agree) that's all that counts…

Catherines point of view

My show is working, feigned happiness is something you learn on the job. Well, sort of. More controlling your reactions and emotions. You become a no brained auto tuned robot at times. Maybe that's just me though.. Cant be that good for a CSI if I didn't notice that happening under my nose..

NO! I mentally berate myself. BAD trail of thoughts, although, as time goes by, its becoming less of an act and more reality. It's seeing my daughter thinking I'm happy and the effect it is having on her that is giving me the drive and motivation to move on.