A/N: To my four most faithful (Melody/PCGirl/Nat and Bethany) Can I just tell you that the fact that you love and care about what happens to "Cabby" chokes me up to no end?? I know I stole lots of Rali bits when I made them - but I like to think they have a life of their own. It absolutely floors me that y'all might think so too.

I don't like them fighting either. I hated whenever Rali did too - but let's face it - if they didn't ever fight it'd be really boring. This is what I meant about Livvie - she really hasn't done anything yet and already things are falling apart. They'll make up soon - I promise.

Until 18 xox-G

Chapter Seventeen

Livvie paced her hotel room. She was staying in a place just outside of town. After her altercation with Abby in the park she had rushed over to visit Kevin and found he wasn't home. She needed to get in contact with him soon. She didn't have much time left.

In what seemed like every other minute she wanted to run back to Caleb. It seemed like a great solution when she thought of the alternative. Livvie knew that very soon they'd all come after her. Without her powers - she'd be pretty much helpless to stop them.

Well. Maybe not exactly helpless, Livvie thought with a sinister grin. She did a lot of damage without fangs now that she thought about it.

Still it was different now. At least she wanted it to be different. In many ways she was her own worst enemy. The first few moments after Caleb made that fateful wish she had wanted the chance that becoming mortal again had given her. She knew that she couldn't exactly go back to the way things were when she first came to Port Charles all those years ago - but she needed to make some sort of a change. She thought that they had finally found a way.

Caleb - of course - had other ideas. He always did.

Though she tried to move on, every minute, every second, her heart still cried out for him. It was especially true in times like this, times where she felt so alone.

Determined not to be alone for much longer, Livvie walked to the phone and dialed. She should try again.

"Hello?" She heard a voice on the other end of the phone.

It was not the voice she was expecting. Livvie slammed the phone down.

"Lucy!?" She whispered, shocked. "What the hell are you doing at my father's house?"

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"Mother. I'm not going to say this again. Katrina is not entering a beauty pageant. FORGET IT!" Alison sighed as she pushed the stroller away from Elizabeth.

"Oh c'mon baby. She is absolutely gorgeous and it's really just a scholarship contest." Elizabeth scanned the paper she held in her hand. She had just picked it up from a table someone had set up in the mall. "See? First prize in the "Adorable Infant" category is a $5000 scholarship. And my goodness - look at that crown - are those crystals or rhinestones?" Elizabeth brought the sheet closer to analyze it. "You know - I could make her a gown - I really think I have a knack for it. I've been thinking about going into the design business."

"Do you even hear what you're saying?" Alison asked as she sat down at a table. "A gown? For a newborn? Mother. Please. Get a hold of yourself. Kate is barely 6 weeks old. She needs a gown like a hole in the head."

"Sweetie." Elizabeth pleaded. "Look at how funny looking this baby in the picture is. Katie's a shoe-in. Let's just see what happens. We'll just enter her in this one. Please?"

Alison shook her head vigorously as she gazed at the picture. "That's sick. That baby is wearing lipstick. Stop it. I said no. It's not going to happen. And trust me - if you think I'm tough - why don't you go ask Rafe his opinion on the subject?"

"OK. Fine. Forget it." Elizabeth sighed. Her dreams for her granddaughter vanished in an instant. She knew Rafe would never even consider it.

Alison smiled at the waitress. After she gave her order she turned her attention to Kate who was entranced by the little mobile that hung from her stroller. Alison twisted the knob that made it spin and play music and knew they'd have at least 10 minutes peace.

"Now. Tell me more about your new career. You really think you'll design clothes?" Frankly, the suggestion was a shock to her - but she'd be happy if her mother could find something to keep her occupied. She got into too much trouble when she had nothing to do.

"I was bored with my wardrobe and in one afternoon I sort of threw an outfit together. Chris really seemed to like it."

"No offense - Mom. I'm not saying you don't have a talent - but Chris Ramsey is hardly fashion expert."

"Well. Neither is Rafe." Elizabeth countered as she made a face.

Alison rolled her eyes. Just another time she was reminded that her mother was like a child herself. "I never said he was." Alison laughed at the image. "C'mon. Tell me what you're thinking. What type of clothes are you going to design?"

Elizabeth grinned as she sipped her water. "Expensive ones."

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"Livvie?" Rafe nearly gasped, hoping he'd heard Abby wrong.

"Yeah." She replied, her voice full of tears. "Livvie."

"She gave you that black eye?" He asked then.

"I was asking her where Caleb was. I was sort of taunting her when I realized he sent her packing. Abby sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. "She's deceptively strong. She knocked my glasses right off."

"Are you OK?" Rafe moved his hand gently over her cheek, his eyes concerned as he looked at her.

Abby winced as he got close to her eye. "It looks worse than it feels."

She was incredible. "Abby. How long have you known she was here?"

"Just a few days. I swear." She replied softly.

"And you kept it to yourself? You didn't tell anyone did you?" He said, his voice eerily calm.

Abby didn't speak. She simply stared at her lap.

"Not even Cameron - huh?" Rafe asked though he already knew what she would answer.

"How'd you guess?" She whispered. Abby looked up at him, and he could clearly see that she was crying.

Rafe couldn't believe that Abby was actually trying to pull a stunt like this again - but he decided he couldn't kick her when she was down.

His mind was spinning. Alison and Kate were out shopping today. He didn't want to seem paranoid but he would feel so much better if they were at home. He'd go and track them down and then he'd go after Livvie, but first, he needed to make sure Abby was OK.

He put an arm around her shoulder and let her cry for a bit. He reached over and grabbed a tissue. As he handed it to her he said with a smile, "If you'd have come to kickboxing I could have taught you how to whack her one first."