Ghosts
Summary: A young girl demands to know a secret her parents are hiding when strange occurrences involving a knife and a locket begin to threaten her life.
I never thought about it before. About the smile on their face whenever they saw James. I mean, sure, I thought he was cute, why else would I say yes when he asked me out? He was sweet, and great fun. I couldn't find a flaw in him at all. But they could. My parents could.
My mother always found my appearance strange. I looked nothing like her or my father. She found it frightening and I didn't know why. Sometimes, when she caught me and James laughing together, her eyes would water and she'd run off to her bedroom.
"Why do I bother you so, Mom?" I asked her once after she did this. Usually, she wouldn't answer, but now, she felt like talking.
"It's not your fault, honey," she gave me a hug and then reached over on the table where a silver chain lay with a charm on it. The charm was in the shape of a heart and was silver, like it's chain. She put it around my neck.
"Here, Lucy, I want you to have this," she told me, clasping it.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Do you remember our friend? A friend of your father's and I?" she asked me, "The one that... Past away?"
"Yes," I answered, then struggled to find the name, "A Carter. A Dr. John Carter," My mother smiled. I loved it when she smiled. Her smile seemed to light up the room and her brown eyes glistened.
"Yes. He was a great man, and a wonderful friend. Your boyfriend reminds me of him."
"James? Really?" I asked, "Is that why you become so upset when I have him over?" my mother nodded and I pulled a strand of her brown hair out of her face.
"Yes," she told me, "And I'm sorry for that. Well, Dr. Carter, he owned this necklace. According to Elizabeth, he had kept it for a long time, intending to... to give it to someone. Someone who was special to him. But she unexpectedly... she died.
"When you were born, Carter helped us a lot in caring for you. He asked, graciously, if he could name you and he said he would understand if we didn't let him. I liked the idea. And so, I discussed it with your father and told him the name John wanted to name you. He liked it. And so, we called you Lucy,"
"Was Lucy the name of the girl that died?" I asked. My mother nodded.
"I never knew her very long before she died, your father knew her longer than I did."
"How could I find out more about Lucy?" I asked, interested in my namesake.
"Elizabeth Corday might know about her," my mother thought.
"Abby," someone said. I spun around and saw my father in the doorway, "Now, what are we talking about?"
"Your daughter wants to know more about Lucy Knight," she answered him.
"Ah, Lucy Knight," my father sighed, "So many stories behind that name!"
"What do you know about her Dad?" I asked him.
"Well," sighed my Dad, "She looked like you, blond, blue eyes... Very nice girl. We weren't very close."
"How'd she die?" I asked him.
"Maybe we should discuss this later," my father was uncomfortable with the subject. I knew that I shouldn't press further. But I was curious now, and so, I told my parents I was going out to see Ella.
"Come home soon," my mom called. I smiled and nodded and was gone.
"Hello, Lucy!" Elizabeth greeted me at the door, "Come to see Ella?"
"Yes, actually, but... Could I speak with you first?"
"Of course," she smiled graciously and led me to the living room. I sat down in a comfy green armchair and she sat across from me, "What was it you wanted to speak with me about?"
"Well..." I started. I didn't really know how to say this, but I tried none the less, "I was thinking... well, did you know Lucy Knight well?" Elizabeth just looked at me and it made me uncomfortable. Finally, she took a breath and sighed.
"I did. Why do you want to know about her?"
"My mother won't tell me much."
"What has she told you?" Elizabeth asked, trying to sound casual. I could see I was upsetting her and I knew I should have stopped there, but curiosity overpowered my better judgement.
"Nothing, really. She said that Dad knew her better than she did..." Elizabeth was trying to figure out exactly what I meant. I thought I'd made it pretty clear.
"She said... Your Dad..."
"Yes. Well, she said he knew her better, but when I asked him, he didn't want to talk about it." Elizabeth relaxed. She understood now.
"Lucy Knight was a medical student at your parents' hospital in 1998 to 2000. She worked under Dr. John Carter."
"Why did she only work there until 2000?" I asked.
"Well, you see, that's just it. Lucy was stabbed to death in February. She was treating a patient, Paul Sobriki, and he was schizophrenic. He thought she wanted to hurt her." For some reason, I had a feeling Dr. Carter didn't do too well after she died. I never met him before in my life, but I had a strange feeling... And so, I asked.
"And Dr. Carter? How did he take her death?"
"John was stabbed as well that night, but they saved him but couldn't save Lucy. He blamed himself for the whole thing. He didn't think Paul was dangerous and he wasn't really paying attention to her patient. He felt he should have treated Lucy with more respect when she was alive. I can't really tell you how he felt. Dr. Chen or Dr. Weaver knew him better than I did. Or perhaps your mother. I can help you with a few matters about Lucy though."
"Thank you." I smiled at her. I could tell that Lucy Knight wasn't a name mentioned often among the older staff of County General, even eighteen years after her death.
"Should I call Ella?" Elizabeth asked. I looked at my watch.
"Actually, I'm sorry, I should be getting home now. Tell her I stopped by, though." Elizabeth nodded.
At my house that night, it was quiet at the dinner table. I looked up at my parents. They didn't seem very happy. It was the first time that I realized that even under all those smiles, all those fun family trips, all those affectionate hugs and kisses, there had always been an awkwardness between them. And me and my Dad were close, but there had always been an awkwardness between us as well.
"Pass the broccoli," my Dad said. My mother did so quietly.
"So..." I said, trying to kick start a conversation, "How are things?"
"Things are... Good." She was lying, I knew she was lying.
"Really?" I asked, cheerfully and interested, pretending I believed her, "Well, that's great! How are you, Dad?"
"Good." One word. Less than what my mom said.
"Well, that's terrific! Just peachy!" now I let sarcasm inch into my voice. My mom detected it and shot me a warning look. I realized how loud my voice was in the quiet room.
"Lucy, is there something you want to tell us?" My Dad asked, looking across the table at me.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is!" I answered him, coolly.
"Really?" my mom asked, using my sardonic, seemingly interested tone, "And what might that be?"
"I went to see Ella today and ended up talking to her mother," I told her casually, though my voice was rising. If I had been in theater class at that moment, my teacher would have praised me on projecting my voice without shouting.
"Well!" my mother declared, in the same tone, except with the smallest bit of anger, "Isn't that lovely!"
"Yes, it was, actually!" this conversation would have been nice were it not for the coolness in our attitudes and the tension in the air.
"And what did you talk about?" my Dad asked, putting in his sarcasm.
"Actually, we talked about Lucy Knight. You know, it's amazing how many people don't like to talk about her! You know John Carter? I heard he didn't do too well after she was STABBED BY A SCHIZOPHRENIC PATIENT!" I shouted the last bit, unable to control myself. My Dad stood up.
"Now that's enough, young lady!"
"You listen to me this time!" I retorted, standing up myself, "You won't tell me ANYTHING about Lucy Knight! You won't even tell me anything about John Carter! In fact, you won't tell me jack shit about anything!"
"LUCY SERENA KOVAC!" my mother cried, standing up as well, "Sit down this instant!"
"No, I will not sit down, thank you mother!" I snapped, "I'm perfectly fine standing up!"
"Lucy, now, see here!"
"See where? I don't see anything! All I see is a cloudy haze because YOU DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING!"
"THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"
"It has a lot to do with this! If you'd told me, I wouldn't have had to go and disturb Elizabeth about Lucy! You should have told me she was murdered!"
"You should leave the past be! The past is the past and has nothing to do with me!"
"It has EVERYTHING to do with me!" I screamed, "I AM the past! I am the future! I am Lucy Serena Knight and I demand to know-" I stopped in mid-sentence. My parents were staring at me. I looked at them, puzzled, "What, what'd I-" I stopped again. I knew what I had just said. I had called myself Lucy Serena Knight. That shocked them. It even shocked myself. But I ignored it and went on.
"What I meant to say was I am Lucy Serena Kovac and I demand to know about my namesake!"
"There is no point in digging up old painful memories! It will do you know good and it will be hurtful to other people so let the past rest! Let memories settle and let things BE!" my father yelled.
"I would if I knew what these things WERE!"
"WHY ARE WE ALL SCREAMING?!" Finally, my mother stepped in. My Dad and I looked at her, "Now, sit down, both of you! It's about time you listen to me!" we obeyed and settled in our seats.
"Eighteen years ago, before our Lucy here was born or even conceived, there was a girl named Lucy Knight and she worked with us. She was very talented and would have made a great doctor. Unfortunately, she was murdered and there is nothing we can do about it. Yes, it is a tragedy, and God has strange timing, but he must have taken her for a reason. Now let's leave it at that!" my mother said calmly. There was silence for a while.
"Actually," I finally said, "I wasn't really looking for information about Lucy Knight."
"What were you looking for?" my mom asked.
"Info on John Carter," I answered. Silence again. Uneasy, tense silence. I didn't like it. A moment ago, I would have been screaming at them asking why they weren't telling me, but now that we were calmed down a little, I realized that this was more complicated than I thought. My Mom exchanged glances with my Dad, who nodded. My Mom turned back to me.
"Lucy, sweetie," she smiled sweetly and kindly and took a chair next to me, taking my hand in hers and stroking my hair with another.
"What is it Mom?" whenever she did this, it was always before she was about to tell me something upsetting.
"What I'm about to tell you may be hard to understand or even accept at first, but... well..." she looked at my Dad for support, but he just sadly shook his head.
"Mom?"
"You're fifteen now, sweetie, fifteen years old. And, Luka and I, we promised, when the time was right... when you were ready..."
"Ready for what?"
"Honey, your father... Luka... He... Luka isn't your father." I looked at my mother. It was shocking being told your Dad wasn't your real Dad, but I figured, this must happen all the time to adopted kids. Was I adopted?
"Are... Are you my real mom?" she nodded. This confused me a bit. Maybe Luka was a step dad. But I had grown up all my life thinking he was my blood kin. So who was this stranger I knew so well?
"Luka and I married shortly after you were born, but he isn't your biological father. Your father died before you were born, when I was only two months pregnant with you."
"Was he... was he..." my mother just nodded. I gasped, "He wasn't John Carter, was he?"
"Honey, I lied to you. I told you that John took care of you as a child, and requested to name you. The truth is, we were dating and we were even thinking of marriage. I pushed him into telling me the names he would name his children. He said if it were a girl, he'd definitely name her Lucy. If it were a boy, he might name him Robert. I smiled because they were touching answers. So after he died and you were born, I named you Lucy because he would have wanted that. And your fa- I mean, Luka, he was there when you were born. He chose your middle name. I thought it was lovely. So you see, Luka is like your real father, except..."
"Except he isn't," I finished for her.
"Lucy..."
"No, I understand," I lied.
"Lucy..." my father, or rather my stepfather tried to reason with me.
"I'm not finished," my mother continued, "Luka and I... Before I was with Carter, I went out with Luka. Things didn't go too well and we broke up. Soon after, Carter and I got together and for a whole two years we were happy. But soon after you were conceived, there was an accident... a car accident. He died on impact. His head it the wheel and the windshield... anyway, when I was grieving, Luka... well, he..."
"I fell in love with her all over again," Luka answered, "And I promised I'd help her get through. Though, I could never really love her the way I once did and I don't think she could love me the same way either and we didn't really get married for each other, but more for you because we knew you needed a family. Too many of our friends had children and only one parent. Carol Hathaway had twins and had to raise them on her own for a while and Ella had a father once..."
"Mark Greene?" I asked, "Poor Elizabeth. Ella said she's never been the same since."
"We didn't want you to have that, Lucy," My mom explained, "I wanted you to be happy. And you have been. But we had to tell you. It's not right lying to someone for their whole life."
"Yeah, sure, I get it," I lied again, "You lied to me, telling me that someone else is my real father when I have never even seen a picture of the man who actually happens to be my father! And now, you suddenly spring it on me! 'Oh, yeah, and Lucy, I forgot, Luka isn't your real Dad! Pass the potatoes!' I mean really!"
"Lucy, it's not like that and you know it!" my mother glared at me.
"It is like that! And I share the name of a guy I thought I knew! What else are you going to say? I have leukemia? My twin sister was abducted? What?"
"Lucy, you have no disease, let alone a twin sister!"
"That's what Scully told Mulder when they saw those two boys that looked exactly alike!"
"Lucy, I refuse to be related to a TV show!"
"Why? My life's nothing but a big soap opera anyway!"
"Lucy-"
"No, you know what? Don't even try!" I screamed, getting up from the table and I stormed away to my room furious.
"You did the right thing, Abby," I heard Luka say.
"Did I?"
TBC
R/R
R/R NOW! Please, I'm experimenting with this and have a good idea where it's going (Yeah, for once) and I want you to guess! That's right, guess! Abby and Luka have other reasons for lying to their daughter and what do Jing-Mei and Kerry have to say about Carter? Will Dave have anything to do with this? Why does James look like Carter and why does Lucy Jr. not look like her mother... yes yes, with all this in mind, review faithfull reader and tune in next time to "Ghosts!"
Summary: A young girl demands to know a secret her parents are hiding when strange occurrences involving a knife and a locket begin to threaten her life.
I never thought about it before. About the smile on their face whenever they saw James. I mean, sure, I thought he was cute, why else would I say yes when he asked me out? He was sweet, and great fun. I couldn't find a flaw in him at all. But they could. My parents could.
My mother always found my appearance strange. I looked nothing like her or my father. She found it frightening and I didn't know why. Sometimes, when she caught me and James laughing together, her eyes would water and she'd run off to her bedroom.
"Why do I bother you so, Mom?" I asked her once after she did this. Usually, she wouldn't answer, but now, she felt like talking.
"It's not your fault, honey," she gave me a hug and then reached over on the table where a silver chain lay with a charm on it. The charm was in the shape of a heart and was silver, like it's chain. She put it around my neck.
"Here, Lucy, I want you to have this," she told me, clasping it.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Do you remember our friend? A friend of your father's and I?" she asked me, "The one that... Past away?"
"Yes," I answered, then struggled to find the name, "A Carter. A Dr. John Carter," My mother smiled. I loved it when she smiled. Her smile seemed to light up the room and her brown eyes glistened.
"Yes. He was a great man, and a wonderful friend. Your boyfriend reminds me of him."
"James? Really?" I asked, "Is that why you become so upset when I have him over?" my mother nodded and I pulled a strand of her brown hair out of her face.
"Yes," she told me, "And I'm sorry for that. Well, Dr. Carter, he owned this necklace. According to Elizabeth, he had kept it for a long time, intending to... to give it to someone. Someone who was special to him. But she unexpectedly... she died.
"When you were born, Carter helped us a lot in caring for you. He asked, graciously, if he could name you and he said he would understand if we didn't let him. I liked the idea. And so, I discussed it with your father and told him the name John wanted to name you. He liked it. And so, we called you Lucy,"
"Was Lucy the name of the girl that died?" I asked. My mother nodded.
"I never knew her very long before she died, your father knew her longer than I did."
"How could I find out more about Lucy?" I asked, interested in my namesake.
"Elizabeth Corday might know about her," my mother thought.
"Abby," someone said. I spun around and saw my father in the doorway, "Now, what are we talking about?"
"Your daughter wants to know more about Lucy Knight," she answered him.
"Ah, Lucy Knight," my father sighed, "So many stories behind that name!"
"What do you know about her Dad?" I asked him.
"Well," sighed my Dad, "She looked like you, blond, blue eyes... Very nice girl. We weren't very close."
"How'd she die?" I asked him.
"Maybe we should discuss this later," my father was uncomfortable with the subject. I knew that I shouldn't press further. But I was curious now, and so, I told my parents I was going out to see Ella.
"Come home soon," my mom called. I smiled and nodded and was gone.
"Hello, Lucy!" Elizabeth greeted me at the door, "Come to see Ella?"
"Yes, actually, but... Could I speak with you first?"
"Of course," she smiled graciously and led me to the living room. I sat down in a comfy green armchair and she sat across from me, "What was it you wanted to speak with me about?"
"Well..." I started. I didn't really know how to say this, but I tried none the less, "I was thinking... well, did you know Lucy Knight well?" Elizabeth just looked at me and it made me uncomfortable. Finally, she took a breath and sighed.
"I did. Why do you want to know about her?"
"My mother won't tell me much."
"What has she told you?" Elizabeth asked, trying to sound casual. I could see I was upsetting her and I knew I should have stopped there, but curiosity overpowered my better judgement.
"Nothing, really. She said that Dad knew her better than she did..." Elizabeth was trying to figure out exactly what I meant. I thought I'd made it pretty clear.
"She said... Your Dad..."
"Yes. Well, she said he knew her better, but when I asked him, he didn't want to talk about it." Elizabeth relaxed. She understood now.
"Lucy Knight was a medical student at your parents' hospital in 1998 to 2000. She worked under Dr. John Carter."
"Why did she only work there until 2000?" I asked.
"Well, you see, that's just it. Lucy was stabbed to death in February. She was treating a patient, Paul Sobriki, and he was schizophrenic. He thought she wanted to hurt her." For some reason, I had a feeling Dr. Carter didn't do too well after she died. I never met him before in my life, but I had a strange feeling... And so, I asked.
"And Dr. Carter? How did he take her death?"
"John was stabbed as well that night, but they saved him but couldn't save Lucy. He blamed himself for the whole thing. He didn't think Paul was dangerous and he wasn't really paying attention to her patient. He felt he should have treated Lucy with more respect when she was alive. I can't really tell you how he felt. Dr. Chen or Dr. Weaver knew him better than I did. Or perhaps your mother. I can help you with a few matters about Lucy though."
"Thank you." I smiled at her. I could tell that Lucy Knight wasn't a name mentioned often among the older staff of County General, even eighteen years after her death.
"Should I call Ella?" Elizabeth asked. I looked at my watch.
"Actually, I'm sorry, I should be getting home now. Tell her I stopped by, though." Elizabeth nodded.
At my house that night, it was quiet at the dinner table. I looked up at my parents. They didn't seem very happy. It was the first time that I realized that even under all those smiles, all those fun family trips, all those affectionate hugs and kisses, there had always been an awkwardness between them. And me and my Dad were close, but there had always been an awkwardness between us as well.
"Pass the broccoli," my Dad said. My mother did so quietly.
"So..." I said, trying to kick start a conversation, "How are things?"
"Things are... Good." She was lying, I knew she was lying.
"Really?" I asked, cheerfully and interested, pretending I believed her, "Well, that's great! How are you, Dad?"
"Good." One word. Less than what my mom said.
"Well, that's terrific! Just peachy!" now I let sarcasm inch into my voice. My mom detected it and shot me a warning look. I realized how loud my voice was in the quiet room.
"Lucy, is there something you want to tell us?" My Dad asked, looking across the table at me.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is!" I answered him, coolly.
"Really?" my mom asked, using my sardonic, seemingly interested tone, "And what might that be?"
"I went to see Ella today and ended up talking to her mother," I told her casually, though my voice was rising. If I had been in theater class at that moment, my teacher would have praised me on projecting my voice without shouting.
"Well!" my mother declared, in the same tone, except with the smallest bit of anger, "Isn't that lovely!"
"Yes, it was, actually!" this conversation would have been nice were it not for the coolness in our attitudes and the tension in the air.
"And what did you talk about?" my Dad asked, putting in his sarcasm.
"Actually, we talked about Lucy Knight. You know, it's amazing how many people don't like to talk about her! You know John Carter? I heard he didn't do too well after she was STABBED BY A SCHIZOPHRENIC PATIENT!" I shouted the last bit, unable to control myself. My Dad stood up.
"Now that's enough, young lady!"
"You listen to me this time!" I retorted, standing up myself, "You won't tell me ANYTHING about Lucy Knight! You won't even tell me anything about John Carter! In fact, you won't tell me jack shit about anything!"
"LUCY SERENA KOVAC!" my mother cried, standing up as well, "Sit down this instant!"
"No, I will not sit down, thank you mother!" I snapped, "I'm perfectly fine standing up!"
"Lucy, now, see here!"
"See where? I don't see anything! All I see is a cloudy haze because YOU DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING!"
"THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"
"It has a lot to do with this! If you'd told me, I wouldn't have had to go and disturb Elizabeth about Lucy! You should have told me she was murdered!"
"You should leave the past be! The past is the past and has nothing to do with me!"
"It has EVERYTHING to do with me!" I screamed, "I AM the past! I am the future! I am Lucy Serena Knight and I demand to know-" I stopped in mid-sentence. My parents were staring at me. I looked at them, puzzled, "What, what'd I-" I stopped again. I knew what I had just said. I had called myself Lucy Serena Knight. That shocked them. It even shocked myself. But I ignored it and went on.
"What I meant to say was I am Lucy Serena Kovac and I demand to know about my namesake!"
"There is no point in digging up old painful memories! It will do you know good and it will be hurtful to other people so let the past rest! Let memories settle and let things BE!" my father yelled.
"I would if I knew what these things WERE!"
"WHY ARE WE ALL SCREAMING?!" Finally, my mother stepped in. My Dad and I looked at her, "Now, sit down, both of you! It's about time you listen to me!" we obeyed and settled in our seats.
"Eighteen years ago, before our Lucy here was born or even conceived, there was a girl named Lucy Knight and she worked with us. She was very talented and would have made a great doctor. Unfortunately, she was murdered and there is nothing we can do about it. Yes, it is a tragedy, and God has strange timing, but he must have taken her for a reason. Now let's leave it at that!" my mother said calmly. There was silence for a while.
"Actually," I finally said, "I wasn't really looking for information about Lucy Knight."
"What were you looking for?" my mom asked.
"Info on John Carter," I answered. Silence again. Uneasy, tense silence. I didn't like it. A moment ago, I would have been screaming at them asking why they weren't telling me, but now that we were calmed down a little, I realized that this was more complicated than I thought. My Mom exchanged glances with my Dad, who nodded. My Mom turned back to me.
"Lucy, sweetie," she smiled sweetly and kindly and took a chair next to me, taking my hand in hers and stroking my hair with another.
"What is it Mom?" whenever she did this, it was always before she was about to tell me something upsetting.
"What I'm about to tell you may be hard to understand or even accept at first, but... well..." she looked at my Dad for support, but he just sadly shook his head.
"Mom?"
"You're fifteen now, sweetie, fifteen years old. And, Luka and I, we promised, when the time was right... when you were ready..."
"Ready for what?"
"Honey, your father... Luka... He... Luka isn't your father." I looked at my mother. It was shocking being told your Dad wasn't your real Dad, but I figured, this must happen all the time to adopted kids. Was I adopted?
"Are... Are you my real mom?" she nodded. This confused me a bit. Maybe Luka was a step dad. But I had grown up all my life thinking he was my blood kin. So who was this stranger I knew so well?
"Luka and I married shortly after you were born, but he isn't your biological father. Your father died before you were born, when I was only two months pregnant with you."
"Was he... was he..." my mother just nodded. I gasped, "He wasn't John Carter, was he?"
"Honey, I lied to you. I told you that John took care of you as a child, and requested to name you. The truth is, we were dating and we were even thinking of marriage. I pushed him into telling me the names he would name his children. He said if it were a girl, he'd definitely name her Lucy. If it were a boy, he might name him Robert. I smiled because they were touching answers. So after he died and you were born, I named you Lucy because he would have wanted that. And your fa- I mean, Luka, he was there when you were born. He chose your middle name. I thought it was lovely. So you see, Luka is like your real father, except..."
"Except he isn't," I finished for her.
"Lucy..."
"No, I understand," I lied.
"Lucy..." my father, or rather my stepfather tried to reason with me.
"I'm not finished," my mother continued, "Luka and I... Before I was with Carter, I went out with Luka. Things didn't go too well and we broke up. Soon after, Carter and I got together and for a whole two years we were happy. But soon after you were conceived, there was an accident... a car accident. He died on impact. His head it the wheel and the windshield... anyway, when I was grieving, Luka... well, he..."
"I fell in love with her all over again," Luka answered, "And I promised I'd help her get through. Though, I could never really love her the way I once did and I don't think she could love me the same way either and we didn't really get married for each other, but more for you because we knew you needed a family. Too many of our friends had children and only one parent. Carol Hathaway had twins and had to raise them on her own for a while and Ella had a father once..."
"Mark Greene?" I asked, "Poor Elizabeth. Ella said she's never been the same since."
"We didn't want you to have that, Lucy," My mom explained, "I wanted you to be happy. And you have been. But we had to tell you. It's not right lying to someone for their whole life."
"Yeah, sure, I get it," I lied again, "You lied to me, telling me that someone else is my real father when I have never even seen a picture of the man who actually happens to be my father! And now, you suddenly spring it on me! 'Oh, yeah, and Lucy, I forgot, Luka isn't your real Dad! Pass the potatoes!' I mean really!"
"Lucy, it's not like that and you know it!" my mother glared at me.
"It is like that! And I share the name of a guy I thought I knew! What else are you going to say? I have leukemia? My twin sister was abducted? What?"
"Lucy, you have no disease, let alone a twin sister!"
"That's what Scully told Mulder when they saw those two boys that looked exactly alike!"
"Lucy, I refuse to be related to a TV show!"
"Why? My life's nothing but a big soap opera anyway!"
"Lucy-"
"No, you know what? Don't even try!" I screamed, getting up from the table and I stormed away to my room furious.
"You did the right thing, Abby," I heard Luka say.
"Did I?"
TBC
R/R
R/R NOW! Please, I'm experimenting with this and have a good idea where it's going (Yeah, for once) and I want you to guess! That's right, guess! Abby and Luka have other reasons for lying to their daughter and what do Jing-Mei and Kerry have to say about Carter? Will Dave have anything to do with this? Why does James look like Carter and why does Lucy Jr. not look like her mother... yes yes, with all this in mind, review faithfull reader and tune in next time to "Ghosts!"