A/N: Alright, it only took me 10 days and a million rewrites, but here's the next chapter. LOL! Until next time—which will be much sooner, I promise—PCGirl.

"Imani? Did you need to talk to me about something?" called Livvie as she walked into the storage room.

"Imani went to the bank-I'll let her know you are looking for her," said Jasmine as she stood up from going through a box of stuff.

"Oh, it's you," said Livvie as her voice went cold.

"Yeah, sorry to disappoint you-they were busy earlier, so I offered to help out for a bit. Like I said, I'll let her know you were looking for her," she said as the door behind Livvie slammed shut, and they heard the deadbolt lock from the other side click.

"Hey-people are in here!" yelled Livvie to the door, but heard nothing. "Hello-I know you are out there so let me out now."

"Nobody is coming," said Jasmine as she went back to her work.

"Want to make a bet? I'll make them come," she said pulling out her cell phone, "Hey-it's me."

Caleb smiled as he took note of her voice, "Hey-is everything ok?"

"No, it's not. Someone locked us in the back storage room. Can you please come back here and unlock the door?"

"Us?"

Livvie gave out a deep sigh, almost a growl, "Me and Jasmine. Now are you going to help or not? Because if you aren't--," she said as she realized the line had gone dead. She looked down to see that her cell phone had died. "Well isn't this just fantastic! Could my day get any worse."

"You do realize they did this on purpose, don't you?" said Jasmine as she stood up and wiped off the dust on her pants. They were quiet for a few minutes and she kept looking over to see Livvie studying the door intensely. "Ok, that's enough-Whatever it is you want to say to me I can handle, and I can take it-I'm not a little china doll that's going break if you yell at me and tell me how horrible of a person I am for leaving the way I did before."

"What do you want from me?"

"Just say it-I can tell that you are thinking it."

"Oh, are you a mind reader now too?" snapped Livvie as she wiped her eyes, still not turning to look at Jasmine.

"No, just a friend."

"You are no friend of mine! My friends don't abandon their children for years, not caring about them. How could you do that?"

"First of all-I did care about Leslie. I cared about her more than I did about myself-it wasn't my choice to leave."

"I didn't see anybody dragging you onto that plane-or any laws saying you couldn't come back with Jack when he found you. I can't believe he actually stayed with you."

"My choice would have been to have my entire family together for the past ten years, ok?"

"You still haven't explained to me why you did it."

"Why? Why did I leave Jack and Leslie that night? Why did I not listen to what Rafe and Caleb told me-that it wasn't my fault I couldn't help? Because Livvie for hundreds of years I thought I was meant to be alone, meant to have this stupid curse over my head-but then I found Jack and thought maybe I was wrong, maybe I could have a family and people that loved me. When everything started going wrong I figured I was right the first time-and to save all of your lives I had to give up your friendships and my family."

Livvie's anger started to subside a bit, "It wasn't your fault."

"I know that now. I came back here to see my daughter, and try to make amends with her-and with you."

"With me?"

"Yeah, I knew what it must have done to you for me to leave like that-to just abandon my child, when I knew you had to let Amelia go. And then Noah came along-and I knew he had a right to see his sister. It took me a few years, and a conversation with Alison not so long ago, but I finally realized that this is just as much of my home as where we live now. This might be my first home because this is the first place I really ever felt like I belonged."

Livvie wiped her eyes again, "This town has that same effect on a lot of people. Just look and see how many of us came to this town just passing through and have stayed because it just felt right."

"So do you forgive me?"

"Just because I say I forgive you doesn't mean I'm ok with you leaving before."

"I can take that-I don't expect you ever to. Now can I ask you for a favor? Will you tell me what my daughter is like? I mean Jack knows her, but he's a guy and isn't around her all the time-so will you tell me, mother to mother?"

Livvie laughed, "She's naturally happy and almost always smiling-she has your smile. She hates picking sides, and hates when people argue. Sometimes she acts older than she is-very level headed, I knew she got that from you also because that's definitely not something Jack is. She went through some hard spots in life, normally when someone would pick on her about not having a mother, but the girls-Kate and Tara-would always stand up for her. Her dream in life is to be able to help others, she doesn't know yet, but she's told me before that's what she wants. Anything else?"

"No, that's enough. Now when do you think they'll let us out of here?"

"Soon, probably. They are probably waiting on the other side of the door until they are sure we've talked long enough. Caleb-he said something last night. I said it didn't bother me, but it does-he said you seem older."

Jasmine nodded and gave a soft chuckle, "I knew him and Rafe would notice immediately-they've known me long enough to tell. I don't know what caused it-maybe having children? I figure though that I won't--," she stopped what she was going to say, but that didn't stop Livvie from saying the rest, "You won't have to watch your children die? Yes, I wouldn't wish that on anybody."

"I'm sorry-I wasn't even thinking about Amelia. It's more than just Noah and Leslie though-it's Jack too. I'm glad that I won't have to live an eternity without him-I'd miss him too much."

"It's ok-don't apologize, I understand," said Livvie as Jasmine came over and they gave each other a hug. As they pulled out of it the door opened and there was Caleb and Jack standing next to each other watching them, "It's about time you let us out," smiled Livvie as she came out and gave Caleb a hug and whispering thank you into his ear.

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"You sure you want to do this?" asked Jack as he stood behind Jasmine while she cooked dinner at Chris'. Talking to Livvie earlier had taken a lot out of her, more than he had expected or else he would have let her wait a few more days until Livvie finally came around to talk. She was determined though to cook dinner for her and Leslie—and then have a talk about everything that had happened in the past ten years.

Jasmine nodded quietly, "Yes, I'm sure. I've got to do this—if I don't then what's the use in coming here?"

"We're going to be here for two weeks."

She turned around and looked at him, her right hand holding the spatula, the left on her hips, "Yeah, and the sooner I talk with our daughter—the more time me and her can spend together. Now go take Noah and your brother to meet Danny for dinner. We'll be fine," she said giving him a kiss and turning around to work on dinner some more.

Jack went in the living room where Chris was playing with Noah, "You ready?"

"Yeah," he said as he leaned his head back and yelled, "Leslie—we're leaving. We'll be back soon!"

"Bye Dad—and Dad!" she giggled coming out of her room to see them close the door. She turned after the door closed and walked into the kitchen and up to Jasmine, "Do you need any help?"

"Yeah, where does Chris keep the spices? It's like he keeps them hidden."

Leslie had to laugh again, "Here," she said pulling the drawer next to the stove open and revealing the spices.

"Why didn't I think of that?" she sighed.

Leslie went and sat down at the table—there was silence for awhile before she finally began talking, "I was in first grade and had the teacher that Lizzie had the year before. She called Alison a few weeks into the year to tell her of this story I was telling. I kept telling everyone that you and Dad were international spies and that's why you were never around—it was better to give that explanation than one I didn't even understand myself.

"Alison picked me up from school that day and took me to the ice cream store—Livvie met us there. They bought me a huge banana split with a giant maraschino cherry on top of each ice cream scoop. They told me that it wasn't good to tell stories, and that was I having trouble understanding where you and Dad were.

"I asked them if you two really did love me. That was the first time I saw tears in both of their eyes. I've learned over the next years that Dad does love me—what about you?"

Jasmine took a deep breath as she felt her heart break just a little, "Yes sweetie—I have always loved you."

"Then why did you leave? And why did you come back this time?"

"I left because I thought it was the best thing for everyone, but I was wrong about that. I came back because I needed to tell you things that only I can say."

"Such as?" she asked as she saw Jasmine looking for a bottle opener and she got up to get it for her.

"Who I am, why I did what I did, and to let you know what you've been seeing is a part of you, and not to be scared of it."

Leslie's eyes got big, "How did you know I could see things like that?"

"Because I can too," she said as she put the pan on a low simmer and came down to sit next to her daughter at the table. "In reality, me and my sisters-Cassandra and Myra-are older than Caleb, are actually older than the rift in the Morley-Kovich's."

"I figured that-I mean I knew Myra was the reason it happened."

Jasmine smiled at knowing her daughter did not some things about her life, "My mother had the same power as us, but she died before she could explain it to me—so before I felt like I was supposed to be alone in life with this curse.

"When I met your father and when the Morley-Kovich war was over, I figured that we're all wrong about some things, and I was wrong about it. Then JT came to town, and I couldn't help. So I figured it would be better if I was alone like I had planned. Your dad showed me I was wrong, but after that I felt like returning here would only hurt you."

"It wouldn't have though. So what made you want to come back?"

"Seeing Noah grow now, I realized how much I missed not getting to see you grow up, and I figured that if I could continue seeing you grow up, maybe it would help some. I know it's not a good enough reason."

"No, it is. I'm glad you came back, Mom," she said as she got up out of her chair and Jasmine stood up and then hugged tightly while they both cried silently.