Disclaimer: Don't own GL, though I often wish I did so I could change a few things! I don't own Marcy or Daniel either. Except for his dimples, those are mine!

A/N: Is Lizzie so forgiving in my story? FAT CHANCE! I love this story on the show, but Lizzie has been way to mellow and okay with Jon. No slap or anything! I would have put that pretty face in the hospital in a New York minute. My little Lizzie is a mommy-scorned, and thank goodness she has her Harlan Billy Lewis II to aide her XD.

Don't worry pandie, I love my perky/quirky Lizzie too. Just have to show a little wiltage here and there to illustrate all the emotional drainage that comes with a miscarriage. Silver tongued Lizzie is still here though:D

Enjoy all……keep reviewing, it encourages me! Sorry for typos still, my time is limited. Blame my son!

For Keeps


IX. " She came from me, she's a part of my body, a piece of my heart."


"Jonathan is alive?" Bill said in disbelief.

He was sitting on Reva's couch at Cross Creek, with her and Jeffery. Their phony story hadn't held up for very long, and to stop Bill from charging out the door in anger for lying to him, they'd had to spill the truth. Jon had said by any means necessary, and Reva hadn't seen anything to club him with.

"That's right." Reva said nodding solemnly.

Bill stood, trying to wrap his brain around this.

"So, for a year…an entire year, Lizzie has been mourning the death of her baby, and all this time your son has had her, running around the country, all for revenge over his dead lover?"

Reva shook her head.

"Jonathan taking Sarah had nothing to do with revenge, if he'd wanted revenge he would have stayed here and fought Alan. He did what was best for his daughter though, and took her away."

"It was best for Sarah to be denied her mother?" Bill practically screamed, not believing his ears. "Her mother who loves her, who still cries out for her in her sleep every night? Who's been left with this gaping hole in her heart, and void in her life? Yeah. His choice was clearly stellar."

Reva sighed, closing her eyes, knowing Bill's rant reeked of truth.

"You have to understand, the Lizzie you've seen since you got back to town isn't the Lizzie that was here before Tammy died. She was acting crazy, just like her granddad. She's the one that went to him, and he in turn went after Jonathan, and Tammy wound up dead. Jonathan felt Sarah was best to be away from her."

Bill clutched his fists, rage pulsing through his body. Flashes of Lizzie's anguish pouring through his mind. All the times when he was absolutely sure she was broke to a point beyond fixing, crying torrents of tears over her daughter, blaming herself for their deaths. And that daughter was alive, and here Reva sat justifying that monster Jonathan Randall's actions in this mess.

"I agree with you Bill, it was horrible. But it was best. Things have changed now. I told Jonathan he needed to tell Lizzie, and after seeing the changes she's made his self, he decided it was the right time."

Bill was still shaking a bit with anger.

"So, Lizzie makes a few little mistakes, has a heat of the moment lapse of judgment, and Jonathan makes the decision to take her daughter away. Man, I'm sure glad God doesn't make such wrathful decisions. We'd all be in Hell right now. So is that who Jon-Boy outs himself on the same level with? God. He sure does seem to be playing the part in other people's lives. Especially Lizzie's."

Reva couldn't argue, Bill was angry, but he was making perfect sense.

"Well, if he's there, Lizzie must be freaking out, I have to get back to her."

Jeffery stood up and walked toward him, and Bill looked to Reva.

"Let me guess, you two are supposed to keep me here."

She nodded.

"So I have to sit here while Jonathan goes over there and…finishes Lizzie off? Because he pretty much killed her already last year."

Jeffery took Bill by the arm, to try and usher him to a chair, but Bill struggled a bit.

"Bill, Jonathan went over there to tell Lizzie the truth. To put her daughter in her arms."

She must have ran her hands up and down that little body a million times. Kissed her little cheeks a thousand times, caressed her little hands twice that many.


Lizzie still could not believe she sat on Bill's bed with her daughter in her lap. Sarah, her baby girl, flesh and blood. Her little heart thumping away in her chest. Oh god, the sound of that little heart had woke Lizzie up almost every night for a year, but now it was real. She could feel it.

Sarah's eyes sparkled up at her, miniatures of her own. One of the few features she'd gotten from her mother.

"Oh, my baby, my beautiful baby." Lizzie cooed for the hundredth time.

"She's really here Lizzie, you can stop trying to convince yourself" Jonathan said, walking closer to the pair.

"I told you not to talk." Lizzie said, glaring at him.

"Come on, you have to understand-"

"I understand that you are a horrible, despicable, ruthless, excuse for a human being who stole my baby from me. Who let me think she was dead for a year, who let me cry and beg for death for a year. Do you understand how close I came to taking my life, just to see her face again? Do you even understand what you've done?"

"Do I understand what it's like to mourn?" Jonathan spat incredulously threw gritted teeth. "Because of you, Tammy is dead and buried, for real. I really will never see her face again."

Lizzie's jaw dropped.

"How dare...how dare you compare the two." She said, venomously. " I'm sorry Tammy is gone, and I'm sorry I went to my granddad that night, but you are so off base. You loved her…but this is my baby. She came from me, she's a part of my body, a piece of my heart. There is no comparison."

"You presume to know how I feel in losing Tammy?"

"I figured it would be okay, since you presumed to think it was okay to make me think my little girl was dead."

They were at an impasse. Neither was going to back down and give the other ground.

"I did what I did for Sarah, you were not fit raise her a year ago, and you know it."

"Who were you to decide that Jonathan?" She spat, wanting to scream, but not wanting to upset her precious baby, who she still clung to. "You aren't God. You don't get to make supreme decisions like that. I don't care how angry you are."

He grunted in frustration, having stepped forward an inch, and lost a mile.

"I had to keep her away from him, I didn't want her to become a victim like Tammy, or even one like you. And before you get that fire in your eye, you know in your heart that your granddad is responsible for every bad quality you have. He treats you like dirt. Did you want her locked up in that nursery he has, being treated like dirt too?"

Lizzie's face softened, but not toward Jonathan, to him, her heart was still cold as ice. He may have a point, but it did not excuse him at all.

"We could have protected her…together. Not as lovers or anything, but as her parents. Which I am one of." Lizzie said, kissing Sarah's forehead.

"From your granddad, there is no protection, unless you're a million miles away. And like I said, last year, you were just like him. I'm not completely convinced you're that different now. I went against my gut brining her here."

Lizzie narrowed her gaze. "So I guess I should thank you or something huh? Okay. Thank you Jonathan, for bringing back my daughter who you took from me, who you made me think burnt to a horrible death in a car. Thank you for making me miss the first year of her life. Her first words, her first steps. Thank you for making me a stranger to my baby. Thank you for punishing me for Tammy's death. Thank you so much."

Jonathan stood up, and walked toward her.

"You want to act that way, I'll take her, and we'll go."

Lizzie clung to Sarah for dear life, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw something Jon did not.

"You won't put a finger on either of them."

Jonathan rounded and came face to face with Bill Lewis. Thanks a bunch Ma, he thought to himself.

"This isn't your fight man. Back off."

"The hell it isn't. Nobody talks to Lizzie like that, not when I'm around. Unless they want their face broken."

Jon smirked.

"I'm so scared cuzzin. No, I really am. I'm terrified of you Lil'Bill. Can't you see me shaking?"

"Look Bill, it's Sarah, my daughter is alive. He kept her from me, but look she's here, and she's breathing and she's perfect." Lizzie said, so happy to have her love here to share her good news.

He offered Lizzie a sweet smile, but that quickly melted as Jonathan faked tears.

"Awuh. Isn't it beautiful Bill? Doesn't it look like a Hallmark card? Or it would if Sarah's mom wasn't acting like such a crazy-"

Before he could finish, Bill had him knocked into the wall, and the two men were scuffling.

"Don't" Lizzie protested, hugging Sarah " He deserves it so much, but not in front of Sarah, just cool it for her sake."

Bill released Jonathan, who came straight for Sarah.

"I didn't come here for this, hand her over."

"No!" Lizzie said, sinking back from him.

"You're not leaving here with Lizzie's baby"

"And you and what army is going to stop me?"

"Well, we're no army, but I think my men have the equipment to handle you." A third, new male voice said.

"Frank" Jonathan said, before he had even turned around.

"That's right, but it's Officer Cooper to you Jonathan Randall, because you're under arrest on two counts of defrauding the U.S government, and one count of custodial kidnapping."

Through all the mess of handcuffing Jon, Bill worked his way over to stretch his arm around Lizzie whose gaze was locked on Sarah. She looked up at him eyes so full of thanks.

Her white knight had come, and he'd come with a cavalry.


F/N: Okay, the ending with Frank might have been a little dumb, but I can't be the only one who wished they'd at least threw Jon in jail for one night. The guy committed major crimes! Hope you guys are still liking…