Bit of a long auther's note...

This chapter slightly mentions Elektra's past, which, as said in the summary, is different to the one shown on TV. The reason for this is because I wrote it in my other story stuck, before the episode of TBR came out, the one where it shows her parents and sister. So basically I didn't know what really happened and decided to make it up. Also, another thing, I seem to be getting more followers on this story now, rather than more reviewers. So if you're reading this story, whether you like it or not, please review! I appreciate it when people tell me what they think of my stories, good or bad, so yeah.

Elektra's P.O.V

I stared at the clock, impaitently. Matt was supposed to meet me here ten minutes ago. He was supposed to explain everything. Why that man called him Thomas. Why he sold the iPad.

I was desperate to know.

Ding, dong. Finally. I went towards the front door and opened it and there he was, standing there. There was a parcel in his hand, a blue parcel. Was it for me?

'You not gonna say hello? Hi? Bonjour? Look, I can speak italian.' He said, grinning a little. I went out the door, shutting it behind me.

'French.' I said.

'French what?'

'Nothing. Who's that parcel for?' I asked, pointing towards the package in his hand,

'You. It's a new tablet. I didn't have enough for an iPad so I got you a Samsung. Same thing really, just...the other one's american and this one's...chinese? No, no, Japanese. Yeah.'

'So...why did that man call you Thomas?' I asked. Matt bit his bottom lip, the way he always used to do when he was forced to tell the truth. Only this time it wasn't forced. Was it?

'You know...that gang I was in? Well basically-

'Basically? Does this mean its long and complicated?'

'Just hear me out will you? Well I kinda sorta fell out with all of them and had a fight with one of them. And...his dad's my landlord.'

'Erm...'

'Just to be on the safe side, ok? Nothing's gonna probably happen but, you know. I swear if he finds out I had beef with his son he'll kill me. He can't know who I really am, ok? He thinks my names Thomas Fabray when, really it's Matt Fabray. '

'Your name's Matt Perkins.'

'No, and you know that. I don't know who my dad is, so I can make up any name I like.'

I sighed. Matt handed me the parcel. I refused. I wasn't taking it until he told me why he sold the first one.

'What?! Seriously, you cry on and on about the iPad and when I get you a new one you say no? You're just a spoilt brat. Daddy's little girl.' He said. I swallowed.

'He- he loved you too, you know. He saw you as his own son.'

'Own son? I was just an extra package. Look, I may have been young at the time but I could tell he didn't like me,' he said sighing. He looked directly into my eyes.

'Look, I'm sorry, he was your dad that died, I shouldn't be so, you know.' He looked down towards the ground now.

'Why did you sell the tablet? Like half an hour after giving it to me?'

'I...I had to. I didn't intend to but...some guy I borrowed money from but forgot about it for a while gave me a text saying if I didn't give it to him there will be trouble and he was really dodgy. Woo, that was long, and fast.'

'You're always chasing the money, aren't you? Now matter what extreme lenths you'd have to go to you'd still do it, cos' it's money. I'm having relationship problems and all, I don't need you to make things worse.' I said, letting out a tad more than I should.

'What, you're thinking of dumping Liam?' He asked, and amused expression across his face.

Meanwhile...(Liam's P.O.V)

I walked down the unfamiliar street. It's houses were huge, the type of houses I had always dreamt of living in, with expensive cars neatly parked either in the front garden or on the smooth gray tarmac of the curb.

I met up with Eric at the hospital, the day before he was being discharged, and also the day the DNA results came back. We were both equally shocked and equally unsure of what was going to happen next. But he decided to take responsibility and with his broken speech he told me about the rest of his family. Family? He had a family? Then came the big question. Will you...live with me, Liam?

I stopped at house number fifty four, walked up the stone steps and hesitantly decided to ring the door bell. It opened almost immediately by one of Eric's daughters. She was the twelve year old, and the other one was thirteen. My half sisters. She looked disapointed to find me on the doorstep.

'Oh, it's you. Well come in.' She said, rudely gesturing me inside the house.

'Lovely to see you too, Ellie? That's your name right?,' I asked, stepping inside. The hallway was certainly grand, and there was a woman hoovering the staircase. 'Is that your mum?'

'First of all, my name's Alice. Ellie's my older sister and no, my mum's normally in the studio. She's a model. That's just Wendy, the cleaner. Didn't my dad tell you?' She asked, emphasising the word 'my'.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever where's Dad?' I asked, emphasising the word 'Dad' ten times more. She shot me a subtle dirty look before telling me he was inside the living room.

She didn't really bother to tell me where it specifically was, or rather which one it specifically was. I went through at least three rooms before finding the right one.

And there he was, sitting on a chair that looked so ancient it would have been probably been made before the war. He smiled.

'You alright Liam?' He asked.

'Yeah. Alice is a bit...cranky.' I said.

'Don't mind her. She'll get used to it when you...live here.' He said, sounding hopefull.

I swallowed. 'I don't know. I don't think so. Look Eric, no um, Dad? Yeah dad I can't leave him. Not when I've just found out about him just over a year ago. I'm sorry.'

'Well...you know where to find...me if you change your mind. Will you come here next week? The rellies are coming from edin-edin -'

'Edinburgh? Um yeah I'll come. I...look forward to it.'

'And maybe, bring your brother too.' He said. I wasn't so sure. Jack didn't seem paticularly happy with the fact I found a parent and ever since the DNA test came back he started giving me the cold shoulder. I know this may sound stupid but the one reason I was afraid of living with Eric was the fact that Jack, my only sibling, well only one I liked anyway, would drift away. Like Frank. And now Elektra. Sort of.

So after we chatted about Scotland and whatnot I decided to catch the bus home when I got a text from Elektra saying we needed to talk.

Back at the DG (still Liam's P.O.V)

I knocked on the door. 'Come in.'. Elektra said.

Her legs were sprawled on top of her bed. I jumped on top of it.

'Budge. Sooo, whaddaya wanna talk about? You're not thinking about having babies, do you?' I joked. Elektra budged up towards the end of the bed and so did I. My heart started thudding ever so slightly; this was the closest we had ever been. Without thinking I clasped my hand around hers. She gently pulled it away.

'Liam, I've been thinking,' she said quietly, looking into my eyes with her olive green pupils, 'With all the chaos that's been turning up on our doorsteps lately, especially you, I know this sounds cheesy but, I dunno, I feel like a brick wall's been building up between us. Urgh, wow that does sound cheesy.'

'That's such a relief.' I said.

'Why?'

'Cos I feel the same way too.'