Title: Raising Morgan
Author: Fyre
Fandom: Third Watch
Category: Some fluff, some angst, some…you get the picture.
Rating: Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
Characters/Pairing: Bosco/Faith. Some Mikey, some Rose. Eventually Ty and Sully. One Original and others.
Spoilers: Eh, none really.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these character, but how I wish I did.
Summary: Bosco struggles with raising his 16-year-old daughter.
A/N 1: This fic is a sequel to "For Morgan's Sake" You can check my user info to read that one Thank you, Stella, Leigh, Mona and everyone else who have helped me with this fic. Hopefully it will pay off. I also can't seem to figure out how to do breaks so until I can you'll get 222 or whatever number that chapter is for breaks.

222

Bosco held his cell phone up to his ear, getting Morgan's voice mail once again. "When I find her, she's so grounded!" Bosco hissed closing the phone.

"Bosco, just relax, she couldn't have gone too far. Maybe she's at a friend's house." Faith suggested.

"She should be at home. Do they suddenly lose their hearing at this age? What part of stay in the house didn't she understand?" He looked at Faith. "Don' answer that!" He pointed a finger at Faith. Closing his eyes he thought. "Run by the Hollywood 24 theaters." Bosco had tried everything this was his last resort.

"You think that's where she is?" Faith made a left heading towards the theaters.

"I really don't know where she is Faith, but it's worth a try." By now he had a headache, and it wasn't going away anytime soon. He had no idea where Morgan had gone off too, he just hoped wherever she was; she was okay.

Bosco ran his hands down his face. "You know what we did this afternoon Faith? We went an' told that lady her little girl wasn't comin' home ever 'gain. We tol' her that her daughter had died."

"Bosco-"

Before she could finish Bosco cut her off. "We had to do that last week as well, we had to tell someone that their child was dead." He took a deep breath. "They were all the same age as Morgan; they were innocent girl like Morgan. Who's to say that the next girl this jagoff hurts isn't Morgan."

"Bosco you shouldn't think like that. It won't happen, that's not going to happen."

Bosco bit down on his lip. "How do you know Faith? How do you know?"

"Because I know, Bosco." Pulling up in front of the theater Faith pointed. "There she is."

Fear, followed by relief, followed by anger filled Bosco's blood. When the RMP came to a stop, he climbed out. "Morgan Rose Boscorelli!"

As soon as she saw the RMP pull up she knew she was in trouble, but when he said her first, middle and last name, Morgan knew she was in deep shit.

"Get your ass in the car now!" He pointed towards the RMP.

"Dad." She didn't want him doing this here in front of all her friends.

"Don't you dare Dad me! NOW!"

She knew he was pissed. The vein in the middle of his forehead was popping. He had gone from mad to extremely pissed off in 2.5 second. She looked at Jennifer. "I'll call you later."

Bosco looked at Jennifer, "It will be a while until you see her again. Now get your ass in that car young lady."

Morgan sighed. "Sorry." She told Jennifer, hurrying over to the car. "Look Dad I-"

"Get in the RMP an' don' talk." He hissed.

Morgan climbed in, as her father slammed the door behind her getting in himself. "Drive!" He told Faith. "Do you have any idea how worried I was."

"But Dad." She tried to reason with him.

"I said don' talk. I was -so- scared Morgan an' not jus' me; but your uncle as well. I tol' you I didn't want you goin' to that damn movie an' I meant it." Bosco took a few deep breaths. "Sneaking out Morgan? Sneaking out? I can't believe it. You really are stupid aren't you, to think you could get away with it. Pull one over on Uncle Mikey, thinking he's not goin' to notice."

Morgan stared out the window not even looking at him.

"I'm takin' you home, when we get there you are to go straight to your room. For the next two months. You will go to and from school only. No where else."

"What 'bout goin' to Jersey with Gamma?" She asked.

"I'm goin' to call her an' tell her my daughter is stupid an' can't go."

"But we were gonna go to the shore." She argued.

"Should have thought 'bout that -before- you snuck out to a movie, I already said you couldn't go too." He turned around and looked at her. "When I tell you I don' want you to do something, I'd appreciate if you would listen to me."

Bosco turned around and pulled his cell phone out calling Mikey.

Hearing the phone ring Mikey quickly picked it up. "Morgan?"

"I found her." Bosco said.

"Is she okay?" Mikey asked.

"She's fine, she went to the movie. I'm bringin' her home. She's only allowed to leave the room to use the bathroom nothing else. We'll be home shortly okay."

"Yeah okay, drive safely." Mikey replied hanging up.

Bosco hung the phone up and returned it to his pocket.

Morgan was going to say something but quickly changed her mind. Her father didn't care what she had to say. All he cared about was making her life hell, which he was doing a good job of.

When they stopped in front of the apartment, Morgan waited as her father got out, walked over to her door and opened. Getting out she stormed past him, up the concrete stairs, and into the lobby. She opened the metal door, which lead to a hall way that had even more stairs. She bounded up the wood rickety stairs and into the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Mikey jumped with a start as the door slammed shut, he watched her go to her room and slamming that door as well turning just as his brother opened the door. "She's really pissed off."

"Good for her." Bosco spat. "Maybe next time SHE'LL LISTEN TO HER GOD DAMN FATHER." He yelled loud enough for her to hear. "She's only to leave the room when she needs the bathroom, or if she wants something to eat or drink. Afta that she's gonna go back to her room."

Mikey nodded, he wasn't going to say anything. His brother was pissed off enough as it was.

"I got to get back to work, remember what I said Mikey she can only come out of the room to use the bathroom, or get a drink." Bosco pointed a finger at his brother. "Look I'll see you later, if you need anythin' jus' call."

"Be careful Mo." Mikey traced his finger around the edge of a can of soda.

"Always am." Bosco exited the apartment.

Mikey wasn't sure how long he had been just standing in the middle of the living room, before he finally moved. Slowly walking towards Morgan's room, he wasn't sure why he was going there but that's where his legs were taking him.

"Morgan." Mikey knocked on her door. "It's Uncle Mikey, can I come in?"

There was a long pregnant pause before she finally spoke up. "If - if you want."

Mikey could tell she was crying. Slowly he opened the door. "You okay pumpkin?"

"Does it matter?" Her face was buried into her pillow and she sobbed.

"It does to me." He sat down on the edge of her bed. "You really scared me, when I came home an' you weren't here. God…"

"I'm sorry." A muffled reply came.

"All I could think was the worst, that someone took you that they were gonna hurt you."

She didn't reply.

"I know you are mad at your dad an' he's mad at you. But if I was that scared, I know he definitely was. You have to cut him some slack, this isn't easy for him. He still has so many doubts about all of this." Mikey ran a hand through his thick spiked hair. "No matter what, no matter how much he yells at you, or how much you yell at him; he loves you. You're his life and I know for a fact he would die for you."

"If he loved me he would have let me gone to the movie. I'm nothin' but some stupid mistake."

"He's scared, scared of all the idiots out there." Mikey shook his head, and rubbed Morgan's back. "No Morgan, no! That's not true. You are as far from a mistake as possible." Mikey pulled her up too him, and held her.

"Your father doesn't think you are, grandma doesn't think you are, I sure as hell don't. You've brought a lot of smiles to my face in the short time I've known you. You've made me see a side of me I didn't know I could."

"I did?" she cried against his shoulder.

"Yes you did. You finally made me see that life is worth living." He petted her hair. "For the longest time I thought 'why bother', ya know? 'What was the point?' No one would ever see me as something as more then a druggie loser. Then I met you an' I knew if I wanted to see you again, I had to get clean and stay clean. There was no way your father would let me any where near you." Mikey rested his chin on Morgan's head. "You're kinda like my guardian angel, because of you I have the family I always wanted. I don't haveta run away anymore."

She sat silently, her head against Mikey's shoulder.

"So why you may think your Dad is the single worst dad in the world. Just keep in mind he loves you, more then life itself. I feel the same way an' we both jus' want you safe." He kissed the top of her head. "There's still pizza left if you want some." He held her close.

"Come watch a movie with me an' have some pizza. Your dad won't be home for a while. I know you aren't supposed to leave your room, but if you won't say anythin'; either will I."

She sobbed a little. "O-okay." She wiped her nose as she replied.

"I love you pumpkin." Mikey smiled. "Don't ever forget that."

"I love you too Uncle Mikey an' I won't." Morgan replied snuggling against him.

222

Bosco was past exhausted when he walked through the door. "She still in her room?" Bosco asked passing Mikey as he lay on the couch.

"Yeah, she came out to take a shower and have a piece of pizza." He flipped through channels on able too find anything to watch.

He sighed grabbing a piece of cold pizza out of the box and stuffing it in to his mouth. "I don' know what to do Mike, ya know? I don' honestly know if I can, do this raise my daughter. Give her the life she deserves."

"Are you sayin' you are gonna give up on her?" Mikey questioned him.

"Mikey I have no idea what I'm saying. I jus' don'," he took a deep breath. "What if I end up like him?" Bosco grabbed another piece of pizza and walked into the living room.

"Him?"

"What if I end up like Dad? What if next time instead of yellin' at her, I beat her?"

Mikey shook his head. "No, no you won't."

"How do you know Mikey? How can you be certain?" Bosco looked down at the pizza.

"Because I know you Mo. You could never be like him. You're against everything he stands for."

Bosco didn't reply, he didn't have much faith in him as Mikey did.

"Mo," Mikey spoke. "Mo listen to me. I know you love Morgan very much an' I know the last thing you would ever do is hurt her. Hell that's why you were so mad at her earlier, 'cause you were so scared; she would get hurt."

"I don' know anymore Mike. I never thought it would be this hard." He softly said.

"You think Ma thought it would be easy raising us. I highly doubt it, but she never gave up she was always there; no matter what." Mikey sat for a minute. "But if you give up on Morgan it will kill her. She's lost so much already in her life. Last thing she needs to lose is you."

Bosco would have never imagined in a million years that one day he would be sitting in his living room, getting advice from his brother. "I'm a screw up Mike."

"How do you think that, Mo?" Mikey asked he had to hear this one.

"I screwed up with you, you got hooked on drugs. You could have died Mikey, an' it would have been my entire fault. 'Cause I gave up on me, 'cause I didn't try hard enough."

Mikey shook his head. "No, that's not your fault. You never once put the drugs in my hands. I did that all myself. You got it Mo. I did that. You once never gave up on me either; you just made me see what I was doing to myself. You knew that if you kept bailin' me out I'd never learn. You did what you had to do and I don't blame you." Mikey placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder.

Bosco couldn't help but to crack a small smile. It was times like this when he wondered who was actually the older brother. "So you think I'm doin' a good job with Morgan?"

"Yeah, I mean you could lighten up a little an' let her be 16. But if she's gonna pull another stunt like this one, then well it's time to put your foot down." Mikey leaned back. "ma would have killed us if we ever did that."

"I wasn't too far from wantin' to do that myself." Bosco smirked. "But she's my life."

Mikey smiled. "It's scary how much she's like you, I don't mean looks either. Attitude wise, it's; pretty friggin' creepy." Mikey grabbed the remote control again. Scanning through some channels, he stopped on a ball game.

"Thanks Mike, for.." he paused. Bosco had never been good with these things and didn't see that changing anytime soon. "You know…"

"Don't mention it Mo. Least I can do, for everythin' you've done for me."

Bosco nodded, considering it a deal. "I'm gonna go check on her. Make sure Morgan is okay. I doubt she'll talk to me; but whatever." Bosco threw his hands up.

Bosco knocked on his daughter's door, not getting a response he opened it and peaked inside. Seeing her sleeping he smiled softly. He walked in, turned off her TV and computer. He walked over to her bed and covered her up kissing her forehead softly. Looking down at her he smiled softly. "I love you Morgan, you may not think it, but I love you."