A/n: Okay, I was quite depressed about how no one commented on the car wreck. Note for my non-regular Law and Order fans, Claire was Jack McCoy's assistant who was having a relationship with him and then, at the end of the season, died in a terrible car wreck. I'm sorry for the people I confused having two Claire's, but I got the idea from a Wakefield's song, "Heaven's Coming" but don't worry, I'll have a little announcement at school on Monday and then you will never hear from them again. Oh btw, I might bring Alex and Bobbi in too, but it just depends.


The soft brown trees whistled in the wind as the sun started to turn beneath the clouds. There was only at the most an hour of day light but the tall city lights were sure to keep a nice shriek of light visible for the next ten hours until the sun would finish sleeping and decided to show itself to the world again. The tall dark building tried to cast shadows upon the bustling street with every kind of persons walking, almost fighting to get home first.

Kat was all but breathless as they walked out of the last designated shop. She held her purse across her shoulder and a bag from a krinklet shop in her right hand. Looking at Abbie with tried eyes, she said she was done for the night without opening her mouth. A small, sadden, thankful smile agreed as they headed back to the apartment where she was sure in and of itself would be an experience.

Opening the door slightly, she lead Kat into the living room where Mark and Bobby sat, engrossed in the newest nicktoon. A high pitch "Abbie" rang through the apartment. Abbie, tucking back her hair, walked in her dad's study.

"Where have you been?" her father asked, not looking up from his oversized wooden desk.

"I told you we would be back by eight, I'm early!" Abbie quickly defended herself, afraid to get in trouble.

"That didn't…"

"Oh, leave her alone, Isaac. Stop being so…" her mother spoke up. Her mother was one of the most beautiful people, naturally tanned skin, dark hair matching Abbie's, and a perfect tall, slender body with a hint of a Texas accent, but not as thick as Abbie's or her father's.

"So what, Kathleen?" he dad asked from behind his desk in a more than challenging way.

"Isaac she told us…"

"No, she old you. She doesn't even talk to me anymore!" her father yelled for the sake of the fight, but before could input, Abbie did.

"You are never home, dad," Abbie replied harshly.

"Abigail!"

"Isaac, don't talk to her like that!" Kathleen yelled from her corner of the room. The room stood silent as if the slightest noise would cause world war three. Everyone inhaled deep breaths until Abbie looked into her father's eyes.

"You know what, I don't talk to you, but that's because you aren't here! You haven't been home without being in this stupid office! You don't give a shit about me and you are clueless to everything going on!" Abbie paused, looking at both her parents for the longest second before continuing. "You are always, oh we'll do that tomorrow, or next week! You have promised me to take me out or shopping, guess what, the only people I have done that with is Kat and myself. You don't see that I hate it here because you are too caught up in that dumbass job of yours!" Abbie looked at each of them once again before wiping a nonexistent tear away.

Her father's voice was deep and dark through the tiny hole in his mouth. "Abigail Carmichael, if you ever talk about me like that again…" his voice stop, dripping with threat.

"Isaac, calm down. Abbie, apologize to your father," her mother calming ordered.

"Sorry," Abbie said with genuine hatred as she narrowed her eyes and left the room, not even looking at Kat as she slammed the door to her room.


A slight whistle slipped passed her hair as her hair tingled slightly as she carelessly tossed the napkin in the beat up, rusting trash can. The air was denser and chilly as the broke threw it. The only light was from on of the few working lights.

By now, Olivia was sober and Fin had an intense, concern study to his eyes. They had walked that park trail three times about five other different routes about two times each. Dirt fluttered up in the air as rocks cluttered and rolled in front of them as the walked, arms wrapped around each other in a mocking way to keep warm. Olivia had not an ounce of fat to keep her warm and her jacket was tattered and thin. Fin's wasn't too much better, and that is why their close comfort helped a little.

Olivia pulled back a little bit when they got in front of his apartment building. The brick six-story building shadowed them, as they looked deeply in each other eyes, as they finally pulled apart.

"Ya sure ya don't want me to walk you home?" he asked, hand trailing her cheek.

"No, um, it's okay," Olivia said, looking down at her watch. Her mom was probably passed out if she was home so she could still kill about another hour, but past that, she wasn't stupid and knew she was still risking it walking home alone now, but she really needed alone time without a drunken mother passed out in the living room.

"See ya babe," he said with a peck on the cheek before walking up the stairs. Olivia turned her back and started walking the opposite way than towards her house as Fin cautiously followed her with his eyes until she was lost among the crowd.

Olivia walked head down with her gloved hands stuffed in her pocket. Her hair laid softly to her shoulder and swayed slightly as she walked. Her eyes had dark, skin deep eye shadow softly brushed on them and a lighter pink gloss, making her lips shine perfectly. The coat, while older, had a cooler retro look, which she pulled off perfectly.

A slight groan in her stomach told her to head home.


Elliot opened the door with a small creek. Tomorrow was a Sunday and he would have to get up to be at church at six to teach his Sunday school class and then be there until the end of eight o'clock mass. So, like every Sunday had a ten curfew, which he was exactly two minutes early. It was very iffy coming this close in fright that the family or his father's watch was set different.

His father was an up tight cop and his mom was the stereotypic Catholic wife. She was stricked in many parts and involved in everything. She always cooked supper or baked for the local whatever fundraiser. She wore a bright, almost plastered smile as she volunteer at the church for every other invent and she kept up with the Knights Of Columbus for her husband.

Elliot and the second oldest, his brother, were the only ones in the public school while every other one of his younger siblings went to St. Martins, one of the few Catholic churches in the area. Elliot had gone K-5 there, but switched over to the public school system when they took a year off to remodel the school. His mother had wanted both him and his brother to go back, but money was one issue, and Elliot made the basketball team and many new friends, so, she caved in and let them both stay if they agreed to stay with the youth group, not realizing how involving and time consuming the youth group was along with CCD which they both graduated from.

Walking to his shared room, he let out a relieved sigh at both the fact that the lights were out and that he wasn't being yelled out.

"Nice date?"

The voice spooked him, as it seemed to come out of nowhere. His brother sat on his bed, turning on the night lamp to light up about half of the room.

"Don't do that!" Elliot about screamed, ready to tackle him.

"I take that as a no," his brother teased, with a smirk on his face. He was a freshman and was pretty up to date on the grapevine even if he wasn't near the popularity as Elliot or Olivia. "That's to bad, having Miss Bitch of the World over here would be an up on my popularity scale, and Jake and Matt would come over more," he said, with a wicked grin.

"Shut up, I'm not dating no freshman, and defiantly so your pothead friends will come over," Elliot snapped, trying to convince the first part to himself.

"Whatever… now, you could get that Texas girl or Claire over here, I'm sure they wouldn't mind spearing you for a moment to… help me out," his brother said with a sick grin.

"And you wonder why you don't ever have a girlfriend," Elliot mumble before taking off his t-shirt. (omg… nice picture… must stay focus… wipes drool)

"Shut up!" his brother said, turning off the light so Elliot had to feel the way to his bed, which he managed to do only stubbing his toe once.


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