Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Te Amo. There was a time when I didn't do sequels, and now that's all I seem to be doing LoL. Everything is the same world as the previous story, with Liz and Luis together and all of that. When I write Felicia Jones in this story, I'm thinking of and seeing her as Kristina Wagner, the original and only true Felicia for me. Hope that helps to give you a visual.

Georgie genuinely loved her mother. She truly did. It bothered her how often the woman was MIA during the course of her life, but when it came down to it, she gave her a pass. She was her mother after all.

Unfortunately, the fact that the blonde was glaring at her, daggers shooting out of her eyes, told her that she wasn't giving her the same courtesy. Felicia was ticked off, obviously. And Georgie got the idea she was going to hear all about it.

"I expected better of you, Georgie. This is the type of thing your sister does. Have you even thought about what you're getting yourself into? Look at what happened, already, and that was just being friends with him. You could really be hurt this time around."

Georgie was always amazed at her mother's voice. How could Felicia always have such a soft, sweet tone about her, even when she was in the middle of a lecture or on the verge of an all out argument? No matter what she said, though, Felicia Jones said it in the softest of tones, to where, unless you really paid attention to her eyes and her lips, you would miss the anger behind it all and find yourself lulled by the dulcet tones.

"Mac told you, didn't he?" Georgie sighed and let her head drop. Her head popped up as she said, "I knew it. I knew he'd have to go run off and tell you everything that's going on, as though it's really anybody's business but my own."

"Excuse me?" Felicia folded her arms and fixed her daughter with another one of those glares. The daggers were flying so hard that they went straight through Georgie and hit the wall behind her. "I am your mother, you know. And since you're under eighteen, your life is still my business. It will always be my business, Georgie. I love you."

"Mom…" She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Best to calm herself, as opposed to starting the shouting match so soon. Felicia was just barely in town an hour. What was the point when there would be so much time to fight later on? "I know that you love me, and you only want what's best for me…"

"That's right," Felicia interrupted. "And what's best for you is not Diego Alcazar."

"How do you know that!" She shook her head. "Mom, you don't even know Diego. He's a good guy, and he really cares about me."

"So, it's just goodbye Dillon and hello Diego?"

"Don't, alright? You didn't even want me seeing Dillon. Ya know, I thought you'd be happy we broke up. I know you, of all people, wouldn't be happy with the fact that we got married. And then there's how the marriage ended."

"What do you mean, me of all people?"

"Because… Because you're so free, Mom." Georgie scratched wildly in her head for an answer. She hadn't expected Felicia to ask that, mostly because she didn't know she was going to say it until the words were out of her mouth. "You like to live your life, and you wouldn't really appreciate the control thing that Dillon had going on. Telling me who my friends could be, and all that."

"He was only trying to protect you, and from what I hear, with good reason."

"He was trying to control me. Protect me, fine, whatever, but he's not my father. He was my husband, and that didn't give him a right to tell me who I could and could not see. Did it?"

"Well… no, but…"

"No buts. It wasn't right, Mom. You know it as well as I do. And—" She held up her hand, already prepared for the comment she knew to be coming. Felicia's mouth was already open, and she was ready to go again. "Before we even get on the danger factor," she continued, "don't make me start in on you."

"What!" Her eyes widened. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You don't, huh?" Georgie puckered her lips and snorted. "Beyond your whole P.I. thing and that you had to have your hand in everything that you shouldn't have been involved in, let's look at Dad and Frisco." She shook her head. "Mac and Dad." She shook her head again. "Whatever I'm supposed to call them, let's look at them."

"Your fathers both love you very much."

"That has nothing to do with it," she said, ignoring the 'both fathers' bit. That was an entirely different conversation. "You've got a former WSB agent, and somebody with a way checkered past before becoming police commissioner. I'm pretty sure that neither one of them were exactly safe."

"I know, but—"

"But, nothing." Georgie sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "I know what I'm doing, Mom. Diego won't hurt me, and if he can help it, he won't let me get hurt."

"That's the part I'm worried about, Georgie. That he's not going to always be able to help it. You've seen what happens to people involved with… well… that kind of stuff. It's not exactly safe. It's about as far from safe as I can imagine." Felicia shook her head and set her features firm… firmly to dislike and disapproval. "I don't like it, Georgie. I don't like it, and I can't just accept it like that. Not so easily."

"Mom, I could tell you to take the time and talk to Diego. I could tell you about the way his eyes soften when he says he loves me. I could tell you that when I'm with him, I'm happy and he doesn't condescend to me. He doesn't treat me like I'm beneath him even though I'm younger than him. But even now with me saying it, I can tell from the look on your face that it's not changing anything. I hope that you'll talk to him and that he'll change your mind, but seeing how you were over Dillon, I don't even think that's going to help."

"Georgie..."

"What I will say is that you don't have a right to tell me anything. Not when you're never here. Not when I don't see you for more than a few weeks out of the year. I could have used your support when Diego was in the hospital. I could have used your support when Dillon was dying. And I really could have used it when I was trying to figure out what to do about all of this, and the only person I had to talk to was Elizabeth Webber."

"Georgie, I'm sorry that I wasn't here. But, I'm here now, right?"

"Not because you wanna be. You're here because Mac called you and raised all kinds of hell. You could move Grandma here so you wouldn't have to leave all the time, but you won't. Fine, whatever. But, you can't have it both ways. You can't go through life having absolutely nothing to do with my life, and then all of a sudden show up and tell me who I can and can not be with. You can't tell me who to care for, who to love, or who to just want to spend my time around. It doesn't work that way."

Georgie picked up a tray and sighed. "Now," she said, "if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Thanks, by the way, for ambushing me at Kelly's. I really appreciate it."

Rolling her eyes, Georgie turned and stalked away. She heard her mother call after her, but she wasn't going to answer. That whole thing had already gotten uglier than she ever wanted it to get. She didn't want it to deteriorate anymore, and she knew that's exactly what would have happened. Besides, Diego would be at the diner any minute, and she wanted her mind free of the stress and tension. Fat chance, she knew, but she could hope.