This is my first bit of Smash fanfic. I'm not quite sure where I want this to go, but I know it's going to go somewhere. This takes place in a world where Ivy was a teenage mother. She and her boyfriend kept the twins but when they parted ways after college he had a much more stable/promising career in Kansas City. Now he's moving to New York. Things are about to get all shook up.

It was about ten am when the rehearsal hall was filled with the sound of "Take Me or Leave Me" from RENT. Everybody turned their heads to see where the commotion was coming from, except for one Ivy Lynn who could be seen frantically searching through a purse for the object creating the noise. She received a few questioning looks from other cast members since they were mostly encouraged to turn off or not answer their phones during rehearsal time. Ivy checked her caller ID before answering with a frantic "hello". She held up one finger and scurried off into the hallway.

"Hello, Mitch, I'm in rehearsal what do you need?" Ivy asked quietly, knowing that there were about six other members of the chorus huddled on the opposite side of the door. "No, no it's fine... You got transferred? ... Sorry, traded… To New York? … I don't have any room in my apartment for them… Where are they now? Yes I'm positive they can't stay with me, I'm sure my mother will be fine with watching them for a few weeks… No Mitchell, I'm excited to see you guys… How long until you get here? You're here now? ... No excuses! I'm comign over now! Goodbye and I will see you soon." Ivy hung up the phone definitively and swung open the door.

Everyone who had been attempting to listen in on the conversation was doing a pretty half-assed job at covering it up, most averted their eyes when Ivy reentered the room, a couple of people gave her looks of disdain. Missing rehearsal to go deal with a personal problem? Amatuer. They seemed to scream at her.

"I'm so sorry, something very important just came up at home and I just- I need to go deal with it." Ivy tried to explain.

"I'm sure we can make due." Derek said in a reasonable voice. For Derek he sounded strangely empathetic. Ivy took advantage of her lover's single moment of kindness and ran out of the door.

After dropping her rehearsal clothes off at the apartment she had to make a very quick decision about her apparel. Ivy decided on a navy and white striped sundress and some nude pumps. As soon as she had her left shoe slipped on the door was shut and Ivy was on the subway. It was a rather uneventful and (thankfully) short ride followed by an even shorter walk to the front entrance of the Waldorf Astoria.

They met in the lobby, he smiled this dazzling smile and for a second Ivy wanted to melt. Mitch had always been handsome, but now it seemed that he was even more so. He had dark, messy hair and grey eyes. A strong jaw and a stronger body made the man look like something out of an Armani advertisement. So the petite blonde woman smiled back at him before thinking about what she had to lose. Derek. My small role in a musical that may not take flight because the production team can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to see that Bombshell is crumbling down around us. I could lose Mitch. Addison and Alex. Again. Is it worth it? Great, I've been around him less than five seconds and I'm already regretting it. See what you do to me Mitch?

"You look great Alyssa." The man said softly as he pulled her in for a hug.

"You know that's not my name anymore." She spoke tersely before shrugging it off.

"Sorry, force of habit. You don't look like an Ivy though."

"Yes I do."

"There's no winning with you, is there? Lunch?" Before Mitch finished his first question Ivy glared daggers into his chest.

"Why not." Ivy answered shortly, averting eye contact.

"Why are you upset with me?" Mitchel asked as he slung his arm casually over her shoulders.

"Really? Mitch, how do you not know? I haven't seen you or them for three months and then you come waltzing in- without a warning I might add- and you tell me "Oh hey, guess who just got transferred from the Royals to the Yankees because I'm a fucking star. So we're moving to New York and by the way do you have space in your incredibly tiny apartment for two extra people to move into? Also, could you feed them while they're there, because I know for a fact you can barely feed yourself most days and I just thought it would be a good idea for you to have to provide for two teenagers while you're at it-" Her ranting was cut off by the maître-d of the Bull and Bear asking if they would like a booth or a table. Mitchel calmly answered him before he gave Ivy an intense look.

"You know I didn't want to do that to you. I was traded, not transferred, so you can suck my dick. And if I knew it was that bad I definitely would never have asked you to take care of them." Ivy snorted at his attempt at humor. A smartly dressed waiter came and sat them in a small booth in the back of the restaurant. There weren't too many people, some business men and some society ladies filled tables sparingly throughout the main room. Ivy glanced around casually before returning her attention to the conversation at hand.

"So, here it goes and please don't make fun of me, or laugh at me, or yell. Or cry. Because I want to be able to come back to this restaurant. I'm going to get to my point and all I'm going to need is a simple yes or no answer. Okay?" Ivy nodded, unsure of what he was about to say. "I want us to pick back up where we left off. Move in with us, we can be a family again. I have enough money so you never have to be hungry again, or live in tiny apartments in Hell's Kitchen and it may be farther away from the theater district than where you live but it's so much nicer of a neighborhood and I don't want to worry and I know Addison and Alex worry too, and you can see them all the time and it will be great and everything will be just like it used to be before we moved and-" This time it was Ivy cutting him off with a quick kiss.

"Mitch, honey, you talk too much. You know that, right?" He nodded and she gave him a quick smile, Mitch's excited words faded from the space in between them and his face dropped a little. Just waiting for the bombshell. "I would love to move in with you, but-"

"Always the buts with you. Why can't you just say yes? Give me one good reason why not."

"Bombshell has effectively taken over my life. I'm rarely at my own place. And I'm a mess. Mitch, there are so many things you don't know. I'm just, so completely and totally broken. I don't want to bring you down. I'm not fit to be around them. Didn't you see the video? That was me less than a month ago."

"So?"

"Fine, you win."

"I'll get a moving company to bring your stuff to my place on Thursday."

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

"Pig."

"Ice queen."

"Man whore."

"Diva."

"Bat boy."

"Cleat chaser."

"Metrosexual"

"Chorus girl."

"Pig."

"You already used that one." The waiter came to take their drink order and they both blushed profusely. "So, I guess there is winning with you." Mitch laughed.

"Shut up."

PREVIEW

Thursday came and went without event. Ivy seemed happier, she ate more and drank less. She also stopped seeing Derek outside of rehearsal. Things were looking up for the chorus girl. At rehearsal that morning everything had gone well. Derek only screamed once and Eileen managed to keep a straight face throughout most of the time. Karen butchered Secondhand White Baby Grand again. She could tell they were close to asking Ivy to do it before Linda called for lunch.

Sam rushed up to Ivy and rapidly fired questions at her. "When did he get here? When will they get here? How nice is your new place? When's his first game? Can I come to the wedding?"

"One at a time." She laughed.

Let me know what you think. If I should continue, what you want to happen. Nothing has been decided in this story yet. Reviews make my day! So... Yep. The next installment will be coming soon.