A/N:: I've been having a hard time of deciding which story line to use....the one I originally came up with...or the one mooselover123 had provided me with. BTW: you so rule for that! Totally awesome!!! It was a tough decision, but I've decided to try and mix them both in. ;) let's just hope this works out as well as I feel it may.

So please sit back and enjoy my crossover and watch as the already torn up and demolished roads of Bre's life twist and turn beneath her feet.

What would you do if all of your hopes and dreams suddenly crash before your eyes? What would you do if your home was in danger? What would you do if you had to run away just to save yourself and the ones you love? What would you do if falling in love wasn't part of the plan? What would you do if even the simpliest of things turn into the most complex of disasters? Tough questions to answer huh? Maybe even impossible. Even I felt that these questions were once upon a time impossible to answer. I couldn't fathom ever havingto answer questions like these. Read on as you and I both discover the answer to these mind puzzling riddles.

-WING IT-

"You know you didn't have to move completely away." I sighed lightly as Evelyn's worried voice crept through the receiver of my phone. We had been through this once before and I just knew she was going to keep going until she got what she wanted...or until she finally realized this is what I wanted.....what I needed. "You could've stayed with me. I'm sure my parents wouldn't have minded."

I shook my head numbly and held back the tears that were welling up inside my eyes. "No, it's fine..... I'll be fine." I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat and got angry for not doing it earlier because my voice cracked. "Besides....I think my dad needs me here. It'll be good for him....and me....to help out our...coping." I said slowly. "I have to go. It's about time for him to be here to pick me up. I'll call you when I get settled in."

"Oh, ok." she sounded a bit hurt and worried. I knew she didn't want to let me off the phone until I felt better but she and I both knew that wasn't going to happen this time. "I'll talk to you later. Love you."

"Love you too.....Bye."

"Bye."

I snapped my phone shut and hoped off the sink counter of the airport restroom and looked at my reflection. The whites around my light brown eyes were slightly red. I cursed under my breath and splashed a little water on my face and in my eyes. The last thing I needed was my dad thinking I was crying. I wiped my face with a paper towel and grabbed my light blue duffle bag off the floor and walked out, tossing the wet item in the garbage. I looked around at the people rushing and frowned. Most of them were all dolled up just to fly for hours and hours and end up looking like crap when they get off the plane. I snorted and watched as A blonde girl, wearing a pink and white lacey shirt and a pair of pink skninney leg jeans and high heels made a face at me then twitch away. Georgio Armani freak much?

I looked at myself. I was wearing white G-Nikes with grey sweats rolled at the knee and a white tanktop with my trademark peach jacket with monkies sporting headphones and funny faces all over it. I shook my head and looked back up to see her flick her hair and keep walking. I scruntched my nose and silently hoped that either she slipped and those long heels wouldn't allow her to keep her balance or she ran into something hard. I smiled in victory when I got my first wish granted. She was so busy making a face at a girl in jeans and t-shirt she didn't see the CATIOUN: WET FLOOR sign and slipped and fell right on her back. I laughed and walked right past her to baggage claim.

Baggage claim....Ha! How ironic.

XXX

I stood outside looking around, biting the inside of my cheeks when I heard my name. I looked over my shoulder and smiled when I saw a tall silver-or white, how ever you look at it-haired man with a black eye patch over his left eye waving at me. I dropped my bag and let go of the handle on my enormous suitcase and ran towards him.

The man caught me in his arms with ease and twirled me around. "Hey aijou!" he said putting me down.

I smiled up at him. "Hey dad!" he grinned back at me and took my hand and walked over to get my bags that I had abandoned.

"So how was your flight?" he asked taking my suitcase and frowned at me. I smiled sweetly and shrugged and he laughed.

"It was....long....and boring." he nodded. "The only thing that made it worth while was getting here so you can take me shopping." his face fell and shook my head. "I'm joking otosan."

He eyed me with his one visible eye. "Mmhm..."

I giggled and blinked at the black on black porche he walked up to. I whistled and rand my finger along the side of it as I walked to the passenger side. "When did you upgrade to thi-hahahahaha!!!" I broke from my sentence to point and laugh at my dad as he fought to put my too big luggage in the tiny space of the trunk.

He looked at me. "You know, a loving caring daughter would help me with this."

I frowned. "I know huh? Too bad you don't have one of those." he made a face and went back to struggling. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Don't you think it would be better if you put it in here." I said laying it on it's side on the floor of the back seat with my duffle bag behind it. I looked at him and he nodded.

"I was going to do it but I wanted you to do it." He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah..." I looked at him and smiled. I gasped and covered my mouth.

He blinked. "What......What?!" I pointed to his face.

"You stopped wearing your mask that covered your mouth and nose!" he shook his head and I laughed. "Now if only we can get you to stop wearing that eye patch." He frowned.

"Now you know why I wear this." I nodded.

"Yeah but I was thinking we can make a way around it. I made a way around mine." He looked at me. "Well mostely." I smiled innocently and he frowned then sighed.

"Well......you can try."

XXX

"This is your house?" my voice rose in disbelief and he chuckled as he placed the strap of my bag over my shoulder and dragged my suitcase to the door, unlocked it, and walked inside. I stood behind still gaping at the large chocolate brown and clear lake water blue house. I shook my head and smiled. "Awesome..." I squealed and ran in closing the door behind me.

XXX

My dad and I sat at the dinner table eating shrimp fettichine and garlic bread. I smiled and ate with satisfaction, I had missed my dad's cooking. But I missed helping him cook even more. I'd pouted when he refused to let me help this time but promised next time I would.

"So. How are you liking it so far?" he asked before taking a big bite out of his garlic bread.

I swallowed. "Well the house is extremly nice and you still know your way around the kitchen. So I'll say I'm liking it ok."

He shook his head. "No silly. I mean how are you liking it here in Baltimore." he rolled his eyes.

"Oh!" I giggled. "It's cool. I like the scenery and atmosphere of it." I smiled remembering when my dad drove me around town a little to show me where things were. He knew I liked to walk and he didn't want me getting lost around here. So protective.

He smiled. "Good. I found a school here that I think you might like. MSA." I blinked and looked at him. I have heard of the school and the exceptional students who graduated from there. It had been my dream to go there since I heard about it. "I set you up for an audition."

I sat back and played with my food with a frown on my face. There's always a cath isn't there?

To be honest I didn't know if I was ready to keep going with my musical interest. I didn't even know if I still wanted to go there at all. Not after what happened. "But...what if they want me to sing...?" I said in a small voice. "I don't think I can do it..."

There was a clinking of silverware and before I knew it I was pulled out of my seat and burried in my father's embrace. It still surprised me how fast he moved. "You'll do fine. I know you will. Besides it'll make your mother and I proud to see you getting your mojo back." I looked up at him and smiled then hugged him back tightly.

"Ok....I'll do it....I'll do it." I said nodding into his chest. I looked at him again. "When is it?" He bit the inside of his cheek. "Dad...when is it?" I asked in a warning tone.

"Tomorrow..."

I tore away from him. "Tomorrow?! What if I don't have any material ready if they want me to play a song or show them a video or something?!" He shrugged.

"Wing it?"