DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Again, I apologize for the long
wait. I am really in a slump right now with my other story, and I really
wanted to update that before I moved on to update another chapter of this.
Any guidance on the other one would be appreciated. I ended up going out of
town for longer than I expected, and just got back two days ago, but for
now, I am pretty much home until the end of summer. Thank you for the
reviews. Also, remember Lucy is Lizzie.
Lucy's Life
"Bye, Mrs. Lucy! See you tomorrow!" said Jacob, one of Lucy's kindergarten students. He was the last to go in her rambunctious class of seventeen.
"Bye, Jacob! Remember to read tonight!" Lucy said and she sighed. Her kids were just learning how to read, and every night, their homework was to read or have a parent read with them for at least ten minutes. She was into half of the school year, and her second year working there. After Jacob left, Lucy gathered her stuff together and drove a few buildings down to pick up her daughter, Sarah, from the nursery. Her daughter was 21 months old and going through a very talkative stage. Some of what she said made sense, but other things just came out as babble.
When Lucy got home that afternoon, she set Sarah down in her room and checked the messages. The one message she had was from John Lewis, a single father of one of her students, Kyle. It was customary at the school Lucy taught for the teachers to give their home phone number. Little did she know, someone would actually take advantage of this and make social calls. John had been asking Lucy out for the past few weeks now, and Lucy always turned him down. It wasn't that she didn't like John. Actually, John was a very nice and financially stable person. It was just a relationship wasn't what Lucy was looking for at that time.
Lucy called him back, and told him what she always told him, which was she wasn't over her late husband and not sure if she was ready to date. He accepted that, but every time, Lucy said something like this, she knew it was a lie. She hated living a lie. She knew the truth was dangerous, but she often wished she could call Miranda or her parents just to say "hey" and that they have a beautiful granddaughter that they might never see her or know what she looked like. She often wondered what was going on in their lives, but no one ever called her, because they didn't know how to reach them, and she wasn't allowed to call them or have any contact with them.
The only person that ever called her from her past was the police station or the Witness Protection Program. They made monthly calls to check up on her status and give her updates on when she can go back to her old life, but they didn't say much. "He's in their for life, so you have little to worry about," they would say, or "We can't say much, but just gave us a few years." She had to say, she didn't want any of this, and she hated to think of Sarah in the process and the identity crises she will have in later years. If they were to get out, Lucy would go back as Lizzie McGuire and Sarah Nelson would be Sarah McGuire. This would just add more confusion, and Lucy was in a bind, because she couldn't get married. . .well, she could, but it would be a complicated procedure and another entrance into the WPP. Lizzie didn't want to put anyone through that.
As hectic and hellish as being Lucy Nelson was, however, having a beautiful daughter in her life helped her get through it. Sarah was her prized possession, and her only memory of Gordo. Every step Sarah took, every word she spoke, and every smile she smiled, Lucy thought, "Gordo should be here," and she would look up at the ceiling and say, "Thank God for watching over us." Since Gordo was dead, with the help of a psychologist, Lucy realized that although Gordo wasn't with her in person, he was looking out for his family. Of course, even doctors had to be told lies, so they didn't know they whole story.
Another thing that helped Lucy get by was her job. She loved ever minute of working at the school and knowing that she is making a difference in some kid's lives. Everyone was so nice, and the other staff and faculty were very polite. She even made a few friends, like a first grade teacher, Hilda Flint, who was a few years older, and also a single parent. Hilda introduced Lucy to a single parenting group that meets every month, and they would often go shopping together and just be friends.
Lucy's life wasn't perfect or anything, but she was beginning to get used to everything and everyone in Stuttgart. She just wished Gordo were with her.
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Meanwhile in Colorado. . .
Gordo called the McGuire family before he left, and asked them to call his parents in Colorado to tell them he was alive and on his way to visit them. He didn't want them to be shocked or not believe them or anything. He intended on buying a cell phone at some point to keep contact with the police and everyone, but he was still on a mission. It was hard to get information from the police, as he wasn't related or anything. He only wished he was with her, so he would be sent with him and they could form new identities together, so Lizzie wouldn't feel so alone.
He nervously knocked on his parent's cabin door, and his father opened the door, and immediately started crying. "David! It's true! You are alive!" he said and he gave his long-lost son a hug. "Come in."
Gordo walked in the cabin, and saw his mother in the kitchen, and as soon as she saw him, she started crying as well. The reunited family hugged and settled in the living room by the fire. Gordo explained where he had been for the past few years. He wanted to know what they knew about the whole Lizzie thing. Maybe they knew more details about the case than the police mentioned. They had, after all, only mentioned the basics of everything.
"Well, David, your father and I are afraid we can't tell you much more than you probably already know," his mother explained.
"Well, the police wouldn't say much, and the McGuire's looked as if they had other things on their mind. They only told me that she gained a new identity, but nothing else. They were so surprised to see me, they didn't give any more information."
"Well, David," his father said, "I can tell you what I know, but it isn't much more."
"Anything you tell me is fine," Gordo said. He hated to be rude, as they had just realized their son was alive, but he wanted to know where the girl he loved was.
"Well, about three months after the plane crash, she was walking to her car in the parking lot, and she witnessed someone shooting at someone else. She called the police, and the shooter threatened her, and she was sent to the police station for questioning. We didn't see her much after that, except at the trial, but only briefly even then. She looked perfectly healthy, however, and even throughout all this legal mess and what she had been through, she and the baby somehow managed," his father explained.
"Good," Gordo said, not catching the last part.
It then occurred to Roberta, his mother that Gordo might not have heard about the pregnancy. She grabbed Howard's arm and they looked at each other. "Did Lizzie ever tell him that she was pregnant?" she mumbled, looking at him.
Howard's eyes suddenly widened.
"What's going on?" Gordo asked, "Is there something you aren't telling me?"
Roberta and Howard looked at their son, and Roberta bit her lip, "Well, to be honest with you, we don't know. Did you know about Lizzie's condition when you visited her that Thanksgiving?"
"What? That she was sick? Why? Is she okay?" Gordo said, now panicking.
Roberta and Howard shook their head. Roberta finally spoke, "Well, we thought you knew, but Lizzie was about seven months pregnant when she was sent off with the program."
"What?!" Gordo exclaimed.
"We figured that she told you. We didn't find out until after the incident. She and the unborn child were sent off to live somewhere and claim new identities," Howard said.
"I am a father?" Gordo cried.
"Yes. The child should be almost two at this point. That is all we know, as we couldn't keep contact with her. I know the past two years have been hard on you. They have been hard on us as well. We thought we lost our only son, and then we practically lost our grandchild as well. We can only imagine the pain you must be feeling, as you don't know where Lizzie is or your child. Now, there isn't anything we can do about it. We are glad that you are alive, though. You are welcome to stay with us and live with us if you want," Howard said.
Gordo, however, shook his head, "No, thank you for the offer, and you have no idea what it was like to finally be able to see you guys, but I have some people I need to visit and places I need to go. I think I will leave here and try to find Miranda. It might help me if I see an old friend, and who knows! Maybe Miranda knows something you don't. Its worth a shot if it means seeing Lizzie," Gordo said, and he got up. "But, for the next few days, I would love to stay with you and catch up with everything going on in everybody's lives. Is that okay?"
His parents smiled, "That is more than okay. You can stay here as long as you want. Welcome back, son!"
Gordo gave a small smile, "It's good to be back. It's good to be back."
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"Well, good luck Gordo. I may think you are crazy, but in my heart, I hope as much as you that you find her. Oh, and when you do, bring them both back where they belong." Miranda said.
"I will try, Miranda. I only wish you could come along. If you hear anything, call me on my cell phone."
"Okay. Oh, and Gordo?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are you going to start? I mean, North, South, East or what?"
"I don't know. I don't have a set plan. But I do know this. I will go to all fifty states and every single town until I find her."
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Lucy's Life
"Bye, Mrs. Lucy! See you tomorrow!" said Jacob, one of Lucy's kindergarten students. He was the last to go in her rambunctious class of seventeen.
"Bye, Jacob! Remember to read tonight!" Lucy said and she sighed. Her kids were just learning how to read, and every night, their homework was to read or have a parent read with them for at least ten minutes. She was into half of the school year, and her second year working there. After Jacob left, Lucy gathered her stuff together and drove a few buildings down to pick up her daughter, Sarah, from the nursery. Her daughter was 21 months old and going through a very talkative stage. Some of what she said made sense, but other things just came out as babble.
When Lucy got home that afternoon, she set Sarah down in her room and checked the messages. The one message she had was from John Lewis, a single father of one of her students, Kyle. It was customary at the school Lucy taught for the teachers to give their home phone number. Little did she know, someone would actually take advantage of this and make social calls. John had been asking Lucy out for the past few weeks now, and Lucy always turned him down. It wasn't that she didn't like John. Actually, John was a very nice and financially stable person. It was just a relationship wasn't what Lucy was looking for at that time.
Lucy called him back, and told him what she always told him, which was she wasn't over her late husband and not sure if she was ready to date. He accepted that, but every time, Lucy said something like this, she knew it was a lie. She hated living a lie. She knew the truth was dangerous, but she often wished she could call Miranda or her parents just to say "hey" and that they have a beautiful granddaughter that they might never see her or know what she looked like. She often wondered what was going on in their lives, but no one ever called her, because they didn't know how to reach them, and she wasn't allowed to call them or have any contact with them.
The only person that ever called her from her past was the police station or the Witness Protection Program. They made monthly calls to check up on her status and give her updates on when she can go back to her old life, but they didn't say much. "He's in their for life, so you have little to worry about," they would say, or "We can't say much, but just gave us a few years." She had to say, she didn't want any of this, and she hated to think of Sarah in the process and the identity crises she will have in later years. If they were to get out, Lucy would go back as Lizzie McGuire and Sarah Nelson would be Sarah McGuire. This would just add more confusion, and Lucy was in a bind, because she couldn't get married. . .well, she could, but it would be a complicated procedure and another entrance into the WPP. Lizzie didn't want to put anyone through that.
As hectic and hellish as being Lucy Nelson was, however, having a beautiful daughter in her life helped her get through it. Sarah was her prized possession, and her only memory of Gordo. Every step Sarah took, every word she spoke, and every smile she smiled, Lucy thought, "Gordo should be here," and she would look up at the ceiling and say, "Thank God for watching over us." Since Gordo was dead, with the help of a psychologist, Lucy realized that although Gordo wasn't with her in person, he was looking out for his family. Of course, even doctors had to be told lies, so they didn't know they whole story.
Another thing that helped Lucy get by was her job. She loved ever minute of working at the school and knowing that she is making a difference in some kid's lives. Everyone was so nice, and the other staff and faculty were very polite. She even made a few friends, like a first grade teacher, Hilda Flint, who was a few years older, and also a single parent. Hilda introduced Lucy to a single parenting group that meets every month, and they would often go shopping together and just be friends.
Lucy's life wasn't perfect or anything, but she was beginning to get used to everything and everyone in Stuttgart. She just wished Gordo were with her.
***
Meanwhile in Colorado. . .
Gordo called the McGuire family before he left, and asked them to call his parents in Colorado to tell them he was alive and on his way to visit them. He didn't want them to be shocked or not believe them or anything. He intended on buying a cell phone at some point to keep contact with the police and everyone, but he was still on a mission. It was hard to get information from the police, as he wasn't related or anything. He only wished he was with her, so he would be sent with him and they could form new identities together, so Lizzie wouldn't feel so alone.
He nervously knocked on his parent's cabin door, and his father opened the door, and immediately started crying. "David! It's true! You are alive!" he said and he gave his long-lost son a hug. "Come in."
Gordo walked in the cabin, and saw his mother in the kitchen, and as soon as she saw him, she started crying as well. The reunited family hugged and settled in the living room by the fire. Gordo explained where he had been for the past few years. He wanted to know what they knew about the whole Lizzie thing. Maybe they knew more details about the case than the police mentioned. They had, after all, only mentioned the basics of everything.
"Well, David, your father and I are afraid we can't tell you much more than you probably already know," his mother explained.
"Well, the police wouldn't say much, and the McGuire's looked as if they had other things on their mind. They only told me that she gained a new identity, but nothing else. They were so surprised to see me, they didn't give any more information."
"Well, David," his father said, "I can tell you what I know, but it isn't much more."
"Anything you tell me is fine," Gordo said. He hated to be rude, as they had just realized their son was alive, but he wanted to know where the girl he loved was.
"Well, about three months after the plane crash, she was walking to her car in the parking lot, and she witnessed someone shooting at someone else. She called the police, and the shooter threatened her, and she was sent to the police station for questioning. We didn't see her much after that, except at the trial, but only briefly even then. She looked perfectly healthy, however, and even throughout all this legal mess and what she had been through, she and the baby somehow managed," his father explained.
"Good," Gordo said, not catching the last part.
It then occurred to Roberta, his mother that Gordo might not have heard about the pregnancy. She grabbed Howard's arm and they looked at each other. "Did Lizzie ever tell him that she was pregnant?" she mumbled, looking at him.
Howard's eyes suddenly widened.
"What's going on?" Gordo asked, "Is there something you aren't telling me?"
Roberta and Howard looked at their son, and Roberta bit her lip, "Well, to be honest with you, we don't know. Did you know about Lizzie's condition when you visited her that Thanksgiving?"
"What? That she was sick? Why? Is she okay?" Gordo said, now panicking.
Roberta and Howard shook their head. Roberta finally spoke, "Well, we thought you knew, but Lizzie was about seven months pregnant when she was sent off with the program."
"What?!" Gordo exclaimed.
"We figured that she told you. We didn't find out until after the incident. She and the unborn child were sent off to live somewhere and claim new identities," Howard said.
"I am a father?" Gordo cried.
"Yes. The child should be almost two at this point. That is all we know, as we couldn't keep contact with her. I know the past two years have been hard on you. They have been hard on us as well. We thought we lost our only son, and then we practically lost our grandchild as well. We can only imagine the pain you must be feeling, as you don't know where Lizzie is or your child. Now, there isn't anything we can do about it. We are glad that you are alive, though. You are welcome to stay with us and live with us if you want," Howard said.
Gordo, however, shook his head, "No, thank you for the offer, and you have no idea what it was like to finally be able to see you guys, but I have some people I need to visit and places I need to go. I think I will leave here and try to find Miranda. It might help me if I see an old friend, and who knows! Maybe Miranda knows something you don't. Its worth a shot if it means seeing Lizzie," Gordo said, and he got up. "But, for the next few days, I would love to stay with you and catch up with everything going on in everybody's lives. Is that okay?"
His parents smiled, "That is more than okay. You can stay here as long as you want. Welcome back, son!"
Gordo gave a small smile, "It's good to be back. It's good to be back."
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"Well, good luck Gordo. I may think you are crazy, but in my heart, I hope as much as you that you find her. Oh, and when you do, bring them both back where they belong." Miranda said.
"I will try, Miranda. I only wish you could come along. If you hear anything, call me on my cell phone."
"Okay. Oh, and Gordo?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are you going to start? I mean, North, South, East or what?"
"I don't know. I don't have a set plan. But I do know this. I will go to all fifty states and every single town until I find her."
~~~
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Okay, kids, there is your preview. Now that I have this, please review and tell me what you think. Is the story starting to come together? Does their need to be more clarification of anything? Please tell me! Thanks! Increase the peace!