Hi everyone. I'm a huge fan of Passions. I'm glad Gwen got what's coming to her. But I was hoping she would end up in prison not the loony bin, but hey you win some you lose some. Anyway… this is my first fanfic, so reviews and flames welcomed.

As everyone knows… I don't own Passions.. if I did… the storyline would be a little different.. Rebecca would be getting hers by now…

This begins after Little Ethan is taken away from Theresa and she is depressed about losing her son and Ethan and Gwen adopting him. Theresa was never in jail, so Fox didn't use his trust fund to bail her out. Also Theresa and Fox are just friends. They haven't kissed and they didn't share Valentine's Day as a couple. Fox isn't in love with Whitney, Chad and Whitney aren't related, and Julian and Eve are together. When Eve told her about her past with Julian, T.C. separated from her, and Eve divorced him afterwards to be with Julian. Whitney and Simone took it well, and respect Eve and Julian's relationship.

PROLOGUE

"Theresa… honey…you have to get out of this bed" Whitney said to her best friend, prodding her to leave the bed.

After Theresa lost Little Ethan, she sank into a deep depression. She would barely eat, or say anything without crying and begging for her little boy to be back in her arms. The only time she would leave her bed is to go to the bathroom, other than that she saw no reason. Her life was over; she had lost the one person that mattered the most to her, her baby, her son. The sun in her sky, the rainbow on her rainy day, the only thing that kept her going after she had lost Ethan.

Whitney looked sadly at her friend. She knew that this war between Gwen and Theresa would get out of hand, but at the cost of Gwen losing Sarah and Rebecca taking Little Ethan away because of it, she never thought it would get this bad. She had never seen her best friend so broken. One look in her eyes brought Whitney into tears. Not even Pilar, Theresa's mother, could enter in the room without crying. The only person who would stay with Theresa as much as she did was Fox. She could tell from miles away the blond-haired playboy was head over heels for her dark-haired friend. He had been over everyday since Theresa lost her son.

"Okay." Theresa replied, getting up out of bed and heading to the bathroom, shutting the door. She couldn't help but smile when she saw Whitney's mouth drop open in shock. She turned the water on for her bath, filling it with her favorite bubble bath, strawberries and cream. She undressed and stepped into the warm water, letting it wash over her as she sat down. She leaned back and closed her eyes.

It had been 18 days, 10 hours, and 13 minutes, since she lost her baby, her little boy. Just thinking about that day, would bring tears to her eyes, if she could cry anymore. She had finally run out of tears, there was no more pain left, just a numb, empty feeling in her heart. She missed her baby so much. The only time she was able to hold and touch him was when she slept. Her dreams were filled with her little boy. Memories of the first time she held him, his first word, his first steps, and her favorite of all, the first time he called her mommy. Just thinking of that single memory made her smile. The more she thought of it, the more strength it gave her.

She washed herself, stood up, and grabbed her towel. She wrapped it around her form and stepped out of the tub. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. In her eyes there was a new light. Her face was lightly flushed from the steam, but it gave her skin a soft glow.

No more tears she held and no more tears she would cry. It was new day for her and she was not going to waste it. She was going to get her baby back. She was going to fight for her son. No longer was she going to sleep the days away wishing that her worst nightmare hadn't come true. She was going to face it, face them. She was going to face Ethan, Gwen and most of all Rebecca. Theresa knew in her heart that Julian wasn't the man that he used to be. He wasn't the cold, sex-crazed, malicious man, who took advantage of her and gave her a son anymore. He had changed his ways and became a person you could talk to, even ask advice from. He was no longer like his vengeful father. He had a heart. She could tell that he didn't want to take her son away from her; the look he gave her when she had confronted him said it all. She knew without of doubt that this was Rebecca and Gwen's doing. It always is. Gwen and Rebecca have been the thorns in her side for years. They went out of their way to make her life miserable. This time they had gone too far, not only did they hurt her family, they took away her pride and joy, her baby, the blood that flowed through his veins was hers. They had no right to take him away and she would not let them hurt her or her family anymore. Taking her son away was the last straw. They were going to pay for what they did. With newfound courage and determination, she slipped on her robe and left the bathroom, with her head up high and a smile on her face.