Title: Lost and Found
Summary: Totally AU. Totally Crazy. Totally Crossover… and totally check it out… O.C. + O&A. So totally erase the storylines in your heads and pay attention. Okay! I'm totally gonna shut up now…
Background: General part of story is set in 2006, except for the first few chapters.
Ratings: PG-13 (for starters), maybe some swearing…
Disclaimer: I'm sure you all can decipher which characters I wish I own and which I actually do own by now…
Feed back: Greatly appreciated.
A/N: As I said before, this story is totally AU of ABC's Once & Again crossed over with the Fox's The O.C. I'm not sure how long this would continue for, as this is my first crossover fic, so yah… (Oh, and I'm sure some people here may have seen this fic on other boards already.)
I may, or may not use certain bits of storyline from the actual series. If or when I decide I do use a bit, I will tell you guys.
As you will notice, the storyline to this fic revolves mostly on both characters played by Mischa Barton on both series, so the age on the date would be their characters age. Anyways, enjoy...
(I've recently changed the category from tv-crossover to Once & Again - for certain reasons... and thought it was unfair to only have it under Once & Again and not the OC as well... so yea.)
Part 1: The Birth…
Christmas Eve - 24th December, 1989 (Sunday) - London
Terence Knight hastily drove to the nearest hospital as his very pregnant wife, Victoria, incessantly cried of pain from the backseat. He may be a fine and successful business man, but he was never classified as 'multitasked'; calming his wife and trying to recall where the nearest hospital was located at night became all too much. Out of pure luck though, he managed to take the right turn and head into the hospital.
After his wife was rushed off to prepare for the arrival of their new baby… or babies, should I say, Terence decided that it was best for him to wait outside, as he may faint from fear of blood. Now that wouldn't be the greatest thing to remember of this day… now would it.
'Forty two minutes…' Terence looked at his watch. 'Forty three minutes…'
Counting was what he had been doing in an attempt to keep himself composed, ever since his wife was wheeled into that operating room. Sadly, the logical side of his mind must have had gone along into the operation with Victoria, as he still hasn't realized that looking at his watch every passing minute actually increases his anxiety. But really, who could blame him, first time father, and not just of one, but two babies – on Christmas Eve as well – though truthfully, he was just glad it wasn't Boxing Day.
Jittering around in his seat and twirling his thumb consistently, he had already lost track of how many minutes had gone by ever since he had a go at counting the seconds as well. However, the painfully long wait was at last over, as the nurses and finally the doctor filed out of the operation room all with a smile on their faces.
"Congratulations Mr. Knight!" the doctor said before he could open his mouth, "You're now the proud father of two, beautiful, identical daughters!" Apologies, I have no idea what doctors actually say… but I presume this is similar.
Terence was over the top grateful, he even gave this man a great hug, before letting go, realizing how awkward it was. "And my wife… she alright?"
"Oh yes, definitely. Just a bit of rest and she'll be fit to go in a few days," the doctor replied joyfully.
Christmas Day – 25th of December, 1989 (Monday) – London
"Ashley," Terence suggested.
"No, no…" Victoria looked at her elder twin in her right arm.
"Sarah?" Victoria's best friend, Elizabeth suggested.
"No…" Victoria turned down also.
"Tori, we've gone through like fifty thousand names… You planning on naming your daughters?" Elizabeth joked.
"I know Liz, it's just that… I don't feel that – YES, that's her name thing."
"I guess I know what you mean..." Liz looked at the two absolutely gorgeous twins in her best friend's arms.
Elizabeth and Victoria practically grew up together, and treated each other as if they were real sisters, as they both were an only child. After hearing that her best friend was soon to give birth, Elizabeth purposely flew over from Illinois just to be with her, leaving her two sons with her trusty husband, Michael.
"I must say they are the most beautiful babies I have ever seen. No joke. Why couldn't I have given birth to a girl?"
Terence and Victoria both laughed.
Then it clicked, "Kathryn…" Victoria suddenly blurted.
"Huh?" Both Terence and Liz looked lost.
"Kathryn… I want her," indicating to her elder twin, "to be named Kathryn."
"Hmmm… Kathryn…." Liz considered.
"Kathryn…" Terence repeated, then decided he kind of liked the name too, "Kathryn it is then…"
"Terry, why don't you decide for our younger daughter?"
"I was thinking maybe Marissa…"
Victoria looked at her younger baby and repeated, "Marissa?"
The baby adorably kind of smiled.
"Yep, Marissa."
"Goodie!"
After deciding for the middle names of Kathryn and Marissa, Terry took forms into the room and began to fill them out. But immediately there was a small problem, "Honey, how did you wanted Kathryn to be spelt?"
"Oh…" Tori considered the question, 'I totally forgot about that point.'
Liz suggested, "Why not with a K?"
"But won't her initials be, KK?" Tori asked.
"That's kind of weird…" Terry said.
"I'd prefer it over CK though." Liz shrugged.
"I guess so. K…. K A T H R Y N then." Tori finished.
Scribbling it down in his neatest hand writing, Terry then said, "M A R I S S A for Marissa?"
"Yep. Wouldn't have it any other way…"
7th of February, 1993 (Sunday) – London (3 Years, 3 Months old)
"I can't do this anymore…" Terry said sadly.
"I know you can't," Tori said understandingly, "and I can't pretend that I still love you…"
They both sat across from each other in their apartment, luckily both Marissa and Kathryn was asleep; they really didn't want to have this conversation in front of their babies, whether or not they understood.
"How did we end up like this…?" Terry mumbled, his hands covering his face.
"I don't know…" Tori's eyes began to tear up.
They looked around their apartment, other than a few pictures of just them two; all other pictures that hung on the wall were of their daughters. In the past year, Terry had become one of the world's most famous and richest businessmen, however this fame and wealth did not come easy, as he had been spending most of his time working and neglecting his family. The results of his fame have caused him his relationship with his wife and family. Tori, being left alone to bring up their twin, was always in a bad mood – she insisted that they must bring up their daughters themselves, and not by a nanny. Their relationship, the family just continued to reluctantly crumble, and now, it has finally reached the point where the two can't even say more than a few words AT each other. If it weren't for their daughters, they'd probably have had a divorce earlier and wouldn't even put in the last effort to even speak to each other anymore.
What really put them in this place was because, just last month, at a business party, Terry drank a little too much and losing self control, had an affair with another woman at the party. He didn't have the heart to lie to his wife – even if their relationship was strained. Tori didn't blame him, nor did it faze her too much any longer.
Tomorrow was the day that they finally signed their divorce documents. They have already saved the trouble of going to court over their twins' custody, because after great torturous arguments and straining discussions, they have finally concluded that Terry is going to take custody over Marissa and Tori over Kathryn. Both didn't want to come to this, but they had no other choice; Terry was offered a job in California, and Tori decided to move back to Illinois and work with Liz at her new interior designing firm.
In his very bewildered state, Terry thought of something… something to keep Marissa and Kathryn together even if they're worlds apart. "I know this may sound stupid… but…" he hesitated.
"Yeah…" Tori urged weakly as she sighed.
"I know that our daughters are identical twins… but… I was thinking maybe… you know… get something so that they could recognize or connect… even if they're miles away from one another…"
Tori turned her head towards her soon to be ex-husband, "what were you thinking of?"
"…Tattoo…"
AN: Okay, lemme get this clear… it's actually VERY ILLEGAL in most countries to even get a minor tattooed… and even more illegal to get anyone under the age of 14 (I can't quite remember) tattooed. BUT! This is totally a fiction… so please go with the flow…
Shocked till no end, "TATTOO?!"
"…yeah."
"They're only THREE! Plus, is it even remotely legal?!"s