Disclaimer: I don't own the Revenge plot, but the new characters at the moment belongs to me

A/N: So I just finished watching the finale of Revenge and wanted to do a little side story on the Patterson boy who came to Nolan at the end. Here it is.

Just to start this off, I watched the finale multiple times, pausing it to get some form of a transcript of the article that Nolan was shown in the last few minutes, trust me, it wasn't easy so perhaps a cheeky little review for the effort I put in there?

Chapter 01

My name is Michelle Campbell, daughter of the man called Jordan Campbell – the head of a large holiday corporation with hotels in nearly every region and state of America. Whilst everything may have looked picture perfect in our lives, underneath it all, it was much darker. Darker because my father was under investigation for a string of crimes, a string of crimes that he likely committed.

It was hard to believe that it was only last week that my mum's solicitor informed me that it would be advisable that I move out of the Campbell compound in Florida and relocate to somewhere else. That's when my mum suggested one of her few living relative – a man who lived further north than I had ever been and a man I had never heard of.

Her brother, her little brother who was my uncle, someone I had never met.

My mother parcelled me off for my own well-being, and I guessed that she was hoping that I wouldn't be targeted for what my father had done. It was hard to leave my family behind, but I trusted my mum and did as I was told.

I found myself being driven all the way along the coast only a few days later. Despite the journey taking a number of hours, I had learned to never go to sleep unless I knew I was safe.

As the car pulled up at my new guardian's house, I took a deep breath. Being eighteen years old and getting taken away from my childhood home, uprooted and dropped in a place I had never been to, I knew this was going to be difficult.

In addition to my relocation, the solicitor advised me to change my name in case people made the connection to the Campbell family. So Michelle Campbell had become Riley Osborne as it would lead to less questions being asked about her sudden arrival.

As I stepped out of the car, I had to reach inside for the first of my bags.

Looks like this is home for the meantime…

Whilst it may have looked like a dream home, I couldn't quite crack a smile. The circumstances seemed too negative to do so.

The driver was desperate to meet the famous Nolan Ross and choose to leap out of the car and introduce me to him. "Mr Ross. I'd like to introduce you to-"

Because I knew he was going to say the wrong name, I stepped in before he could say Michelle. Whilst he was trusted by my mum to keep my identity and location a secret, he was only a driver. A means for me to get from point A to B.

"Riley Osborne…"

"Yeah, I was waiting until I would get to meet you again. Come on in." Mr Ross slowly closed the door, waving goodbye to the driver in a slightly sarcastic manner. "Right, your room is the one at the end of the corridor. The door's right there."

"Aren't you going to ask how Mum- your sister is?" I asked shyly, shuffling my bag and suitcase closer to me as I wanted to take up less space in the house.

Nolan stopped walking away from me and slowly turned on his toes. "Mel and I didn't exactly see eye to eye all those years ago… Now if anyone comes to the front door, don't talk to them – they're more likely here for business. Boring stuff really… Just let them in and tell me they're here." He began to walk away from me, making it clear he wasn't about to start talking.

"Oh, right, of course. You're busy right now." It hurt that he didn't have much of an interest in how my mum was, but I didn't let it show.

As he disappeared into the labyrinth like corridors of the house, I took it as my invitation to find my bedroom.

It was huge, way too big and grand for me. I would have rather had a box room than this. There was a large four poster bed with a silk material wound around the frame. The quilt itself was soft to touch and I was entranced by the gold thread pattern in the corners on the white. A large window took up one whole wall, but the view was certainly enticing. The pool, the cliffside and the sea that stretched for miles and miles – as far as the eye could see. The painting on the wall was one not quite to my own taste, but it really drew my attention to it. One wall beside the window was a series of sliding mirror doors that was my wardrobe at this house. In my mind, the room was reminiscent of my one at the Campbell compound.

Compelled to hide away for a moment, I refrained from packing and slipped inside the wardrobe, shutting the sliding door behind me. In the darkness, I slowly bent my knees, lowering myself to the floor. Emotions were running through my head and I felt like I was completely isolated to the house. Away from everyone and anyone.

I wondered what sort of business Nolan had house calls for, and if I was braver, I would have done a little bit of snooping to find out. But seeing as I had portrayed myself as the shy niece, it would be out of place for me to start snooping.

For as long as I can remember, I cannot remember ever seeing my Uncle Nolan. Uncle Nolan, that was a weird thought… but maybe it was something to embrace rather than shy away from.

"Riley… Riley?"

I could hear a knock at the bedroom door, followed by it slowly opening.

"You got to be kidding me."

"It's alright," I said calmly, sliding the door to one side so that he could see me.

He raised an eyebrow in a quizzical look. "Erm, why are you in there?"

"Sorry," I said quickly, nervously climbing out of the window. "I didn't think it would matter – I only wanted time to myself to be honest. This hasn't been easy for me, or you for that matter. It's not every day that you suddenly become the guardian for an uncle you've never met. Or that you become the guardian of some random girl."

"Well there is a first for everything."

"Yeah..."

I followed him through the house to see some pizza boxes on the counter from my favourite pizzeria on the Miami beach front. It had the nicest guy running it and he'd always slip in an extra dipping sauce when I ordered from him. The pizza itself was cooked in a stone oven so to me, the process felt really natural.

"When did you-? How did you get them?"

"Well, let's just say your mum had a list of a 'few' things I should know about you before I took you on. This was one of them. Pizza from your favourite pizzeria or you won't eat it. Boy, and I thought I was the picky one in the family."

Whilst I ate the pizza up at the kitchen counter, my uncle was busy multitasking with a pizza in one hand and typing on the keyboard of his laptop.

If I was feeling nosey, I would have looked over at the screen, but the way he was squinting at the screen and frowning a little made me feel like it was something important, or worrying.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, closing the lid of the pizza box. "You look worried."

"No – it's nothing. Just a little bit of a side project I've been working on at the moment. Never mind, so let's talk about what you're going to do." He closed the laptop and rested his chin on his hands.

"Shouldn't I just stay here, out of sight, so that there's no trouble. I don't mind, but it would be for the best, right?"

Nolan didn't quite agree with my reasoning. "I didn't get where I am today sitting at home doing nothing you know."

"Well no, but you're part of a huge corporation… Or at least you used to be. Now you probably own something like a small bar or club to keep the money coming in. As do these little side projects."

Somehow, I was feeling myself coming out of my shell a little more. My mind was ticking away, drawing all these mini sub-conclusions.

"What makes you say that?" he asked, with a slight smile on his face.

"I have my reasons," I replied, laughing as I walked away down the corridor, before turning back. "Oh, and whatever is on that laptop, it's certainly nothing to do with work, but it is a side project you've been- not creating, helping someone with."

How did I know? Well, when I looked for a plate in the drawer, I stumbled upon a small stack of coasters with a gold building on and 'Hampton's Beach Club' around it. As for the work thing, that was more of a stab in the dark. Whilst Michelle was more of a shy and timid girl, I felt like Riley could now start to show a braver and inquisitive side to her. Deep down, I always wished that I was braver.

"Someone's at the door, Nolan!" I called out as I walked past the front door, but rather than see who it was, I carried on towards my room and pushed the door almost shut so that there was a crack for me to see through.

My uncle Nolan walked over to the door, opened it and signalled the guest into the kitchen.

The guest was a tall, young looking man with his dark hair in an almost crew cut style. He walked slowly and then stopped for a moment in the hallway to glance over his shoulder.

Our eyes connected for a moment and I shut the door instantly.

"Damn…" I cursed, realising there was no way that I was now going to see what was going on, let alone hear it either.

Rather than go for subtlety, I decided to straight out go to the kitchen for something… Making more noise than I should have showed that I wasn't going to be sneaking around.

"Hey Nolan, just grabbing a glass of water," I said, opening the fridge door.

The fridge was stocked with all this healthy stuff, mostly weird organic products that I had never heard of, with a mix of some sneaky unhealthy stuff too. At first, I had no idea where the water was, but when I looked at my hand locked onto the door, I saw one of those filtering jugs.

Whilst I was filling up the glass, I managed to overhear a few words from Nolan and his guest including 'innocent,' 'judge' and the third word I picked up made me drop the glass. Dropping to catch it before it hit the floor was a big mistake.

Now I felt a huge searing pain in my left hand, but I barely made a noise, not even a squeak.

"Riley?" Nolan asked, but he too swore when he saw the blood dropping onto the floor out of the gash in my hand. "What have you done?"

"I just dropped a glass and tried to catch it."

The guest held out the towel. "Here," he said calmly.

"Thanks," I replied, trying to wrap it around my hand, but failing significantly.

The guy took it back and, leaning over the counter, he began wrap it around my hand.

"Oh- ow, thanks," I whispered, unable to stop smiling.

Nolan slowly pushed me away down the corridor away from our guest.

"Hang on Nolan, who is that?" I asked, and I was certainly not backing down either.

"A work friend, Riley."

"You don't do work calls Nolan… I know that. This is to do with what was on your laptop earlier, wasn't it?" I looked over his shoulder and shouted out to the guest. "I'm Riley, nice to meet-" I couldn't even finish the sentence because Nolan was ushering me so quickly towards my room.

"We'll talk in the morning. Please don't get involved. I'm supposed to be keeping you safe."

Before Nolan could properly shut my bedroom door, I propped it open with my foot.

"Oh, so it is dangerous and to do with a murder case where the judge ruled them guilty when in reality they really are innocent. From the looks of our guest, it's not him, but it is a family member. Mum or dad maybe."

"Okay, you're really scaring me with all of this prediction stuff, but maybe you're more useful than I think you are."

"Then introduce me and let me listen in with the situation!" I squealed cheerfully.

"No, not yet. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Uncle Nolan!" I yelled as he walked away from my room.

Peering through the gap in the door, and trying to hear their conversation without going out of the room was useless. I waited it out, and when the guest saw himself out, I slipped my hand through the gap and waved to him.

He laughed and waved back before walking out of the door.

The next day, Nolan took me to the Hampton's Beach Club, before I told him the name of it, which did worry him a little.

We were sitting at a table in a separate section of the club whilst he was going through accounts with his accountant or something like that.

As I looked over at the bar, I began to admire all the various bottles of alcohol – some of which I had never even heard of.

"Can I work behind the bar?" I asked blankly.

"Riley, work will take precedence here, but I don't think this is the place where your mum was thinking of you working when she sent you here."

"But it's a great place, isn't it?" I tried to make the circumstances more positive.

"Yeah, but not for you right now. Look, why don't you get in touch with an old friend of mine. I'm sure she'd love to meet you even though she doesn't actually know about you. She'll be at the house knowing her. Don't worry, she's had a key for a while now, I don't think I ever got it back… Perhaps you could see what-"

I wondered who it could be, and I was eager to meet a friend of my uncle's.

When I got home, she was sitting in one of the chairs at the kitchen counter with a near full glass of white wine in her hand. As her back was turned to me, I felt like I should make myself known before she dropped the glass and ended up with a cut like mine on her hand.

"Hi," I said, closing the door behind me. "Nolan said you'd be here by the time I got home."

"Why look at you, aren't you the prettiest flower I ever did see?" she replied, standing up and hugging me gently. "I didn't know Nolan had a daughter."

I burst out laughing. "I'm not his daughter, I'm his niece. Riley."

"Louise Ros-. Just Louise to you." Her green eyes were so bright and her hair hung down past her shoulders in loose curls.

"You were going to say Ross, weren't you?" I giggled, sitting down at the table. "It seems you and Nolan must be closer than he was letting on because he doesn't seem like the person that would let you have the glass of white you have there on the table. Especially from such an expensive bottle."

Louise blinked, looking slightly to the side. "Well I suppose you could say that we were- are close."

"Were? You must be close, right? You're in his house. You have his key" I looked down at the kitchen drawers and wondered whether Louise really was the one that Nolan wanted me to meet, but when I saw the lonely brass coloured key sitting on the counter, I knew she was the right person.

"What I mean is that, how do I put this? We used to be married so that my mother wouldn't get her hands on my money. We were supposed to be going to Italy, but plans changed. Am I right?"

"I believe so… Listen, Louise, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can sweetie, what do you want to know about your uncle?"

I was surprised that she knew who I was going to talk about. "Well, he had this guy come-"

For some reason, I felt that maybe the identity of the guest should come from Nolan, rather than Louise. She seemed nice, and I felt like Nolan wanted to make sure I had some kind of motherly figure whilst in the Hamptons.

"No, that's not important. Did Nolan really not mention anything about me?"

"Well no, he rarely spoke about his family throughout our marriage." Louise got back up from the chair and wandered over to the portrait that hung above the built in fireplace. "Help me with this." She looked over her shoulder at me with a hand at either side of the portrait.

Intrigued, I rushed at the chance to help and we took the portrait off the wall. There was a safe embedded into the wall.

"Oo, secret safe- I likey…"

"Yeah, Nolan always kept private things here, the only time I looked in, there was a photo album. A large red leather bound thing."

"So this is it…" I replied, reaching inside and pulling out the large album.

Louise phone began to ring, and although I had no idea who it was, it was certainly important because she left almost immediately, barely even saying goodbye.

I debated whether or not to look at the album. In the end, I couldn't resist having a peek.

The first page was his, our family. An old family portrait of the four of them. Everything looked so planned and organised, almost staged to a certain extent. Then the next few pages were of him and my mum growing up.

Flicking through them, I was in awe at the uncle I never knew. There were some photos and newspaper articles about him and then I saw a picture of him and 'David Clarke'. They looked happy and then there were some wedding photos and I smiled at the friendship that was prevalent in the images.

Then I felt a tear fall from my eye.

It was me, a tiny baby girl, in his arms. Beneath the few pictures, was the caption on a little piece of card;

Michelle Devon Campbell – born 23:57 17th May – weighing 7lb 2oz – The Ross/Campbell gift of God

It was beautiful to see the doting uncle that was Nolan in these pictures.

"Louise showed you the safe then?"

Nolan's voice terrified me, startling me at that moment.

"Oh, sorry Nolan – I didn't think you'd be home. Yeah, she seems nice, and I can't wait to see more of her, if that's okay?" I got down from the kitchen counter, walking towards him. "Thank you… So much." Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tightly.

"What for?" he asked, slowly resting one hand on my head, and the other around my shoulders.

"Because I doubted you and thought that you didn't care about me and Mum – but these pictures really show that you do. I just wish I had seen more of you when I was growing up."

"Well," he replied, pulling away from me. "Your father made sure that I stayed well away from you and your mother."

"What do you mean?" I followed him, asking a further series of questions.

"Woah, calm down. He just did, threats and bribes, I tried to see you both, but it got too hard, so I admitted defeat. The last time I saw you, you were just three years old and I don't think you realised what was going on." Picking up the album, he turned a few more pages where I noticed him and a blonde girl popping up in various pictures.

I saw the one of the toddler and my uncle. We were at a beach where the water was crystal clear and shining blue. Seeing Nolan looking so happy and cheerful in the pictures made me feel as though we had a lot of time to make up for it.

"So, you going to tell me why Scott Patterson was at the house? His mother was that woman who was convicted of embezzlement and murder, right?"

"You have to stop doing that…"

"What can I say? I'm an observant and inquisitive individual."

Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl = This has been a huge re-write compared to my last edition of this story! I loved the idea of dropping a sub story in with how I imagined this Patterson case to be like, and who doesn't like Nolan enough for him to have his own story? Yeah, make sure to leave a review and let me know what you think.