I don't know about you all, but I'm much happier in this TucksoNoahLie universe than I am in the show one. So I'm doing my best to get some stuff out for you all to read. Not likely my best, but hey, they can't all be awesome.

#Tuckson


"So I was thinking maybe we could head back to the apartment tonight?" Trevor said, as he came and sat next to Charlie in the living room later that afternoon. After a positive morning of playing with Lizzie and having her slowly warm up to him, he was ready to just get his life back. But judging from Charlie's reaction to his statement, that plan was not likely to happen.

"Why?" She asked, her body completely tense as she folded tiny little clothes and avoided eye contact.

"Well, to get back on with our lives…" he said softly, reaching out and touching her shoulder, but she coward away from him.

"Trevor…" she said, shaking her head and putting the laundry down. She took a few deep breaths before burying her face in her hands. "I don't know what to do…"

"Charlie, we need to try and move on…"

"Move on…" Charlie said, in a soft whisper, before turning her head to glare at Trevor. "Do you have any idea what the last two years have been like?"

"No, I don't…because I was kept in the dark for the entire time. Wondering if you were okay, if Lizzie was okay, if you were in danger because of me…or someone else…" he said, his voice was soft but his tone was anything but.

Charlie reigned in her emotion and looked at him, reaching out and grasping his hands and squeezing. Despite her own swirling emotions, it was clear to her that Trevor wasn't quite able to handle them yet. So she shoved them down and focused on him.

"I know," she whispered. "I know, babe. I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize," he said. "Just…it's been an awful two years for both of us…"

"It has," Charlie agreed before taking a deep breath. "But, it is going to take some time for all of this to just…get back to…well, whatever normal even means for us."

Trevor let out a sigh, but continued to hold her hands and keep their eyes connected. Deep down, he knew it was going to take more time than he wanted to get back on track with Charlie, and he still didn't even know what happened while he was gone. The one thing he did know, was that much like Olivia, she didn't trust easily. He had his work cut out for him, again.

"So what do we do?" he asked simply, deciding it was best for her to lead the way here. But she gave him a shrug and a smile.

"I have no idea," she admitted. "I'm not ready to leave here and go back to the city. And, if I'm honest, I may never be ready for that. I like it out here. Away from…everything bad."

"It's nice, relaxing," Trevor admitted, looking out the large front window of the Tucker house into a big front yard, and a quiet street. "I don't wanna live with your parents forever tho…"

Charlie just laughed and squeezed his hands a bit tighter.

"I know you don't," she said, biting her bottom lip and keeping her blue eyes locked with his. "But personally, I'm not ready to leave them…"

"I understand," he said. "What about Lizzie?"

"I…" Charlie began, her nerves beginning to grip her body and causing her to shake a little. "I think...well…I will never EVER keep her from you. I want you to know that, first and foremost."

"I sense a but coming here…"

"Look, I had to do this alone for two years, and we've been through…hell…" she admitted. "So I may struggle with sharing her for a bit…"

"What do you mean sharing her?" Trevor asked, a little confused. "I'm not asking you to share her. I'm asking to be in her life…with you."

Charlie just laughed a little, and took one hand from his to rub her forehead.

"Didn't you say you didn't wanna stay here with my parents?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"Look, Trevor…" Charlie began. "We have a lot to catch up on. And I…god, I am so glad you are here. But it is still unreal at the moment…"

"I get that," he said softly, using his free hand to play with her hair some and try to pull her a little closer to her. "Just…can you promise me that we are going to try? That we are going to talk, little bits at a time, and try to…get back to where we were?"

Their faces were inches apart, and Charlie could feel his breath lightly on her lips. She reached out to caress his face as she studied each feature, suddenly thankful he had shaved all of his scruff that morning. Giving him a soft smile, for the first time in 2 years Charlotte Tucker leaned forward and touched her lips to Trevor's, eliciting a small whimper from him.

His one had stayed in her hair as the other moved to the side of her neck so he could get a bit more access. The kiss lasted a few minutes and was softer than either had expected, but it felt perfect. There was no urgency behind it, though it was full of emotion. Tongues wrestled, throats gave way to soft whimpers and moans, and each set of blue eyes released tears and they tasted each other for the first time in a long while.

Finally pulling back for some air, Trevor kept his eyes closed and leaned his forehead on Charlie's.

"I love you," he said. "I'll do anything…"

"I love you too," she responded softly, her eyes finally opening. "And I know you will. So will I."


"Hey Ma?" Charlie called from where she was throwing her sneakers on in the foyer. Olivia came in from the kitchen, drying her hands with a little smile.

"What's up?" she asked, before looking around. "Where is everyone? It's quiet."

"Dad is out in the workshop," Charlie explained. "And Trevor took Lizzie out to watch him work. You know she loves being out there with her Papa…"

"It's adorable," Olivia said, her smile reaching her eyes for the first time in a while. "And Ed, he just eats it up."

"I know. It's disgustingly cute how smitten he is with my daughter."

"Where are you off to?" Olivia questioned, her face moving from contentment to a bit of worry.

"Thought I'd walk to get Noah from school," she said. "It's not too cold out and I could use the air…"

"That's a good idea," she said. "Want me to come along?"

"Nah," Charlie said. "I need to clear my head. But maybe…well…tonight, when the kids are down…you think we could talk some?"

"Absolutely sweet girl," Olivia said quickly, stepping forward and twisting a strand of light brown hair through her fingers. "Is something wrong?"

Charlie laughed a bit, but then shook her head.

"No," she said. "Nothing's wrong. I just miss my Momma."

Olivia swallowed a sob that came out of nowhere once her daughter made that statement, and stepped forward to pull her into an embrace. Kissing at her head, she held Charlie close and rocked them both a bit.

"Oh Charlie," she said. "I've missed you too, sweet girl. So much. And tonight, I'm all yours."

Charlie pulled back a bit, but kept her hands on Olivia's elbows and smiled at her.

"I love you," she said. "I'll be back with Noah soon."

"I love you, too. Be careful."

Olivia watched Charlie walk down the sidewalk and out of sight, before she closed the door and made her way back to the kitchen. She made an attempt at baking earlier, and now she was cleaning up that bad decision as all the cookies fell flat. Laughing at herself, she picked the tray back up and started scrubbing, finally allowing some peace to wash over her.


Meanwhile out in Ed Tucker's shed-turned-woodshop, Lizzie was standing by her tool kit and using a plastic hammer on some plastic nails, while Ed worked at sanding a large wooden toy chest.

"I never knew you were such a craftsman," Trevor said, standing to the side and watching with awe as Ed worked.

"I'm a man of many secrets, Langan," he responded with a smirk, before taking a break, removing his mask, and looking over at him. "You ever do stuff like this?"

"Nah," Trevor said. "Though, I wonder if it would do me some good to find a hobby."

"Well here," Ed said, throwing him a mask. "Put this on and help me sand this fucker down."

Trevor laughed a bit, put the mask on, and went to stand on the other side of the work bench that housed the chest and got to work. The two men worked in a comfortable silence, both checking Lizzie every few minutes, only to see she was engrossed in her own little creation.

After about fifteen minutes, Ed stopped and took the mask off, wiping his face a bit which caused Trevor to do the same. The men sat back on their stools and admired the progress.

"This is a great chest," Trevor said, running his hand along the now smooth surface. "You built it?"

"Yep," Ed said. "Started it several months ago. It's my therapy, as Olivia so lovingly says. Helluva lot cheaper than actually seeing someone."

Trevor just laughed and reached over for his coffee to take a sip.

"I hear ya."

"I'm not much for…well…talking, like Liv, but how are you doing?" Ed asked, eyeing the man in front of him. He was genuinely concerned about how Trevor was, and figured with Charlie's emotional state, maybe he should give it a go and try to have a conversation.

"Alright," Trevor answered cautiously, looking over at Lizzie for a bit, before focusing back on Ed. "Glad that this…nightmare…is over. Glad to be home. Or, er, well, you know…"

Ed just laughed and put the man at ease.

"I know," he said. "This place doesn't feel like home to you, or at least not yet. But…well, we're glad you're back too."

The men sat there, almost awkwardly, before Trevor took a deep breath and asked a question he had been dying to know.

"Back at 1PP, Charlie…when she was yelling at the agents, mentioned that you and Olivia knew?"

"Yeah," Ed said, his head hanging a bit and he rubbed his hands on his worn out jeans.

"How? When?"

"Only about a couple weeks before you came back," Ed admitted. "We were at the trial, and Barba was given a note, he dropped charges, and well…you know me and Liv…"

Trevor let out a chuckle and nodded.

"I do," he said. "I'm sure you were breaking down Barba's door at that point."

"Maybe," Ed said with a smirk, his chest almost puffing out at the reputation that he still had. "I was told you were in WP, then later on I told Olivia…but, well, we kept it from Charlie for a little bit…"

"Oh boy," Trevor whispered, pausing as Lizzie seemed frustrated with something. He went over and helped her work a lone wooden peg back into her little board, and once he was sure she was back to work, went back over to his stool. "I'm sure that went over well…"

Ed just let out a sarcastic laugh, the smile on his face causing wrinkles along his cheek and forehead.

"I'm sure you know exactly how that went."

"But she's been okay?" Trevor asked, his voice soft but desperate to know that the love of his life had been safe and cared for in his absence.

"I think Charlie needs to fill you in on some of the last two years," Ed allowed. "But not once was she alone. In any of this."

"Thank you…" Trevor breathed out, but Ed just looked at him, his smile gone and his face tense.

"I'm her father," Ed said slowly, hoping to convey the message to Trevor that he was happy that he was home, but his top priority would always be his children. "You don't have to thank me. I will continue to make sure she isn't alone. And I will continue to be what she needs me to be."

Trevor studied the man for a second, letting those words sink in. They weren't threatening words, but they were poignant.

"Captain."

"Call me Ed," the older man quickly interrupted, squishing the idea that he was angry at Trevor.

"Ed," Trevor began, again, all of sudden not sure what to say. "I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this."

"I know."

"I would've done anything to avoid this."

"I know."

The two men sat in silence for a bit, the sound of Lizzie still softly singing to herself as she kept playing filled the air and soothed two very unsettled souls.

"Look," Ed said, realizing he shouldn't be so hard on the man. "I know you love her. And she loves you too. But, my priority is going to be Charlie and Lizzie. And I will help you, however I can, while making sure they are okay."

"Understood," Trevor said, his throat a little dry but his tension beginning to ease.

"You are welcome to stay here as long as you want," Ed said, making sure to make eye contact so Trevor knew that the offer was sincere. "I want this to be as easy as it can be, for all of you."

"Thank you."

"But, if it's uncomfortable," he began. "Just let me know. Maybe we can find you a temporary place, close by, okay?"

"Sounds good, Ed," Trevor responded, standing up and nodding his thanks.

"Da-da!" Lizzie said, realizing the men were moving around. She toddled over to Trevor and lifted her arms up. "Up, Da-Da, up!"

Trevor hoisted the girl into the air, tossing her a bit and eliciting giggles, then settled her on his hip.

"Da-Da-Da-Da," she babbled on and on, as her little hands held his face and she blew spit bubbles at him. "Lub you."

Trevor closed his eyes, as his daughter settled her head on his shoulder.

Ed watched them, silently, feeling content in the moment, but there was another feeling bubbling up that he couldn't quite decipher. Shrugging it off, he made his way towards the large door of his shop and opened it, leading the trio back to the house, and trying not to think about the fact that if what he told Trevor was true, eventually Charlie and Lizzie would leave this house. And he wasn't ready for that at all.


What happens with Trevlie? Does Ed have to let his daughter and granddaughter go? Will Olivia and Charlie ever get back to what they had?

Leave a review and hopefully we'll find out.