FS7

Jason stared out at the illuminated city with disinterest. He usually enjoyed the view from his bedroom, but not tonight. He was too busy analyzing everything Livvie had said at the Quartermaine's tonight. She firmly believed that she had no parents. It hurt. Sure Jason Quartermaine was dead, but Jason Morgan was here, and he wanted to take responsibility for his daughter. His daughter. Livvie was his daughter, no one else's. He just had to make sure that she knew that. Determined now, he strode out of his room, and knocked on Livvie's door. No answer. He knocked once more before slowly opening the door and creeping in. There were fewer boxes, and a made bed, but no Livvie.

He crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. Livvie had on headphones and was dancing around the kitchen counter. A package of Oreo's and a glass of milk sat on the counter. Jason leaned just inside the doorway and watched her. She did a few more twists and turns before opening her eyes and seeing him watching her. "Eeek!" she cried jerking her headphones off.

Jason gave a slow smile, "Nice moves."

She tried to frown, but only succeeded in laughing. "You scared me."

"Sorry."

She climbed up on the kitchen stool and began to dip her cookies. "It's cool, just warn a girl will ya? Want some cookies? I promise you can hide them again when I'm done."

He sat down across from her and took a bite of the sandwich cookie. Livvie stared incredulously at him. "What?"

"That's not how you eat an Oreo Jason. Watch." She twisted the top off and licked the cream before replacing the lid and dunking the cookie. After a few silent seconds she lifted the cookie and took a soggy bite of it. "See?" Livvie asked him through a mouthful of cookie. She shoved the glass of milk at him, "You try." He copied her moves then ate the cookie. They sat sharing the milk and cookies for a few silent minutes, before Jason spoke.

"Do you have everything you need?"

Livvie shrugged her shoulders, "I guess." Except my mother she added in her head.

Jason nodded and abandoned the snack. "I'll set up a bank account for you, and keep money in it so you don't have to worry about that, and I'll get you a car."

"You don't have to Jason. Not every sixteen year old has a car you know." Yeah sure, try to buy me off Livvie thought.

"Mine will though." A silence settled over them, but Jason foraged through. "I know you can't accept me as your father right now, but I am. I'm not Jason Quartermaine, and I'll never claim to be. I don't remember you, but I'd like to know you. I won't ever try to force you to be in my life, or call me dad or anything that goes along with that. I just wanted you to know that I do think of you as my daughter, and care about you."

Livvie blinked furiously to keep her tears from falling, but it was useless. They fell down her cheeks and Jason had a sudden urge to wipe them away. "It's hard. I remember my mom telling me that you had died. For years I believed that you were dead. She told me the truth when I was fourteen-about your accident, and your memory loss."

He reached across the counter and hesitantly held her hand. He was reassured when she didn't pull away. "It's okay to cry. You don't have to be brave for me or Sam." With those words Livvie broke down in sobs. Her shoulders shook wildly and her tears fell hard. Within seconds Jason was around the counter and holding Livvie against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held tight. She sobbed for nearly ten minutes, but held on long after she stopped. They sat that way, Father holding Daughter for a long time. From the hallway Sam smiled sleepily before climbing the stairs.

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Livvie poked the pile of soggy brown stuff on her plate suspiciously, "What is this?"

"Pancakes," Sam announced proudly. Jason watched them amused while sipping his coffee.

"These are not pancakes," Livvie told her. "This is death on a plate."

"Well excuse me for wanting to make you breakfast on your first day of school," Sam thrust a box of cereal at her. "Eat these instead. They're fruit, and therefor healthy." She, Sam, and Jason sat down with bowls of cereal and ate silently. "Do you think the rabbit will ever get any Trix?" Sam asked seriously.

"Not if your baby keeps eating them all," Livvie told her picking out the watermelon shaped pieces in her bowl.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked his daughter.

"I don't like watermelon," she said not looking up.

"Are you ready for school?" Sam asked Livvie when they were done.

"I was born ready." To Jason's surprise, she leaned over and began to talk to Sam's belly. "Bye baby, I'll see you after school. Be good for your mommy." She sat back up, and noticed the strange look Jason was giving her. "Sam's books say you should talk to the baby so that she knows your voice."

"Really?" Jason asked disbelieving.

Livvie shrugged her shoulders, "Fine, don't believe me, but don't blame me when the kid doesn't know who you are."

"Got everything?" Jason asked her changing the subject.

"Backpack, check. Pens and pencils, check, check. The never failing love of my favorite pregnant woman? No check." She was struck by how similar this scene was to another.

Sam walked over and hugged Livvie. "I'll be home all day, so you can call me if you need anything. M'kay kid?"

"M'kay Sam. Don't worry, I'll be fine." She pulled away and followed Jason out the door. The elevator dinged and a painfully thin woman with straggly brown hair stepped out. "Jason!" she screeched. "Thank God! I need your help! Where have you been?"

"Have another daughter I'm completely unaware of?" Livvie asked trying to keep the laugh out of her voice. This woman was a piece of work, that much she could tell already.

"Who're you?" the blonde asked snidely.

"Well, I thought that much would be obvious. I'm his kid. Dontcha see the family resemblance?" Livvie leaned closer to Jason and batted her eyelashes.

"Um—no."

"Oh that's too bad. I'm gonna be late for school if we don't get going."

Just then Sam came out of the penthouse. "No wonder every dog in the building is barking, Carly's speaking." Livvie snorted then broke out in a fit of giggles.

"Well if it isn't the town slut," Carly said looking Sam up and down.

"Stole the crown from you myself," Sam said shrugging her shoulders. Jason stood watching the women battle without saying anything. Really, what would he say? Livvie looked back and forth between them and suddenly figured it out. "You're Sonny's wife? The one who shacked up with another guy then hated Sam cuz she got with Sonny?"

"It was more complicated than that," Carly said impatiently. "I wouldn't expect some little child such as yourself to understand matters of adults."

"What's not to understand? You call Sam a slut, but you did worse. You left your husband and your children to screw around with a bigger, badder criminal, then got mad when Sonny replaced you. You're a walking hypocrisy!"

"Livvie, we need to go." Jason said urgently, seeing a war brewing. "We don't want you to be late on your first day."

"Okey dokey pokey. Bye Sam, behave yourself." She stepped into the elevator with Jason, and just as the doors were about to close, spoke again. "Hey Carly? Gimme a call later, I have some clothes from before I went through puberty you could have."

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Yeah, I said Livvie'd meet the teens this chapter, but it didn't work out that way. Sorry it's been so long, I was stricken with the worse case of writer's block I've had in my 16 years. I'm better now, so please review, and I'll update by Wednesday, January 26th.

Also, as far as love interests go, who do you wanna see Livvie with? I'm open to everything, but I refuse to break up Dillon and Georgie. It would be a sin. So, Diego, Lucas, OC or what? Thanx! luvr