A/N: Just so the readers now going in, while it resembles Las Vegas, I interpret Redshore City being based off of Atlantic City in New Jersey, which has similar vibe. Plus it makes more sense to me since Bobby Cannavale (Jimmy Crystal) and Halsey (Porsha) are natives of the state.

Porsha tossed and turned in her bed, the artic/grey Wolf teen trying and failing desperately to get to sleep. Normally she didn't have this problem, but due to recent events, it was making a toll on her. And every time she would turn to face the digital clock on the nightstand by her bed, the green-hued 3:17 staring mockingly into her face, Porsha would let out a sound that seemed a combination of a groan and a whimper, throwing a forearm over her eyes in agitation.

"Screw it!" she lowly growled to herself, uncovering her eyes so she could grab a hold of her blanket, flinging it off her form so that she could get out of bed. And while many would assume that the daughter of a certain, recently incarcerated entertainment mogul would wear better pajamas, Porsha was always content with a simple tank top, usually purple in color, and a pair of black, skin-tight gym shorts.

She always fancied herself a sort of tomboy.

And while it was true that she had such fine clothes and objects, Porsha had made a personal decision to distance herself from anything that could trigger any unpleasant memories. And right now, staying in the spare bedroom of the apartment over the New Moon Theater was just what she needed to get her mind off her rotten, neglectful father, who always insisted on the height of luxury for everyday living by staying in a lavish penthouse in his hotel/theater. Not that she had much a choice, having only just turned seventeen a month before the show started, making it so Porsha felt uncomfortable living on her own so suddenly. And it was only when Porsha first moved in to the tiny-by-comparison apartment that she realized…

She felt more smothered in her father's world than she did here.

Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, the soft shag carpet tickling the pads on her soles and toes, Porsha just sat in silence for a few minutes, hands clutching the edge of her modest twin bed, a far cry from the large queen she was used to. Luckily, thanks to the efforts of Suki, Porsha was able to get her blankets and pillows from her old room and Crystal Towers. Heck, the saluki even saw to it that she got her TV and speakers. And looking at the still fresh wallpaper, Porsha couldn't help but smile at the memory of Mr. Moon, or Buster as he insisted on being called, fussing over the room being redone to her liking. It was that moment Porsha realized just how much the koala cared for his friends.

If she could even call herself that.

In truth, Porsha had a lot of time to reflect on her past actions. Even though Buster had welcomed her back to the show with open arms after her little temper-tantrum at being "fired," the teen wolf still felt she didn't deserve such forgiveness. And it was only after the off-season for "Out of this World" began three weeks ago that her guilt was still very much present.

"Can't sleep?"

Having let her eyes drift down to the floor, her mind lost in deep thought, Porsha hadn't noticed the door to her room open, making way for her koala guardian, or as some might put it landlord. Though seeing as how Buster didn't charge Porsha rent, he was deemed "a pretty lousy one." But the sudden intrusion did succeed in making Porsha jump a little, her wide eyes looking straight into Buster's, who quickly raised a defensive hand.

"Sorry," he whispered, stepping fully into the room, the light from the city out of the window letting Porsha get a good look at the koala, dressed in shirt so large for him that looked like a night gown, "I was just getting some water and decided to check in on you."

Upon hearing this, Porsha let a small smile grace her muzzle, her shoulders coming up in an indifferent shrug as she looked at Buster.

"I'm fine," she softly replied, "thanks Daddy."

Even though Porsha had been insistent on calling Buster by that name at first, saying that it made her feel more comfortable given their current position, Buster couldn't help noticing how much since her first night with him that Porsha seemed to mean it when she called him "daddy." And if Buster was being honest with himself, the more time he spent with Porsha, the more he saw her as his own kid.

And that off course, came with fatherly concern.

"You're not fine kiddo," he said with a sign, making his way over to the bed, pulling himself up so that he could sit beside her at the head of her bed. And the moment he was seated on the bed's edge, Buster sent a worried glance toward Porsha, the wolf now looking at her hands as they sat in her lap. And it was only when she felt a tiny hand on her forearm that Porsha brought herself to look at Buster, who looked back with almost pleading eyes, his ears down as he looked worriedly at the teen beside him.

"Talk to me Kiddo."

And while Porsha had adopted a sheltered state of mind when it came to her feelings, a very bad trait she developed from her time with her father, she knew that she could at least trust Buster enough to confide in him. And so, with deep breath, Porsha began to speak.

"It's just," she began, her gaze once again falling to her lap, "I'm just so confused right now. I pretty much had everything handed to me on a silver platter. The best clothes, the best shoes, everything I could want. I guess what I'm saying is, I was kinda spoiled."

"Kind of?" Buster playful teased, the reaction getting a little giggle from Porsha.

"Okay," Porsha said while rolling her eyes, "a LOT spoiled."

Suddenly, Porsha's smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared, another deep frown forming on her muzzle as her gaze once again returned to her hand sin her lap, which seemed to be her favorite point of interest as noticed by Buster.

"And I guess I also feel kind of guilty. Me being spoiled, throwing that tantrum when I thought you fired me. If I had just kept my cool and let you explain…"

At this point Buster could see Porsha's resolve breaking, a thin line of tears appearing in her eyes as she spoke. Before long, Buster's heart broke as he heard Porsha's breath become uneven, a clear sign she was fighting the urge to cry.

"You almost died because of me," she finally said in a pained whisper, the tears now coming without any gateway.

"You should hate me," she quietly sobbed.

"Everyone should hate me… but you all have been so nice to me and I-I…I-I feel like…I don't deserve it!"

And with that everything came forward as Porsha brought her hands up to her face, her shoulder's shaking as her body was racked with violent sobs. At this point, Buster's heart was shattered as he watched this usually strong, independent girl reduced to such a self-doubting mess. And it was only when he placed his hand on her thigh that Buster saw just how broken she was when she flung herself at him, her arms wrapping around his smaller frame as she cried into his chest.

For several minutes Buster didn't know what to do except comfort Porsha by running his fingers through the fur on the top of her head, putting some emphasis on her pinned down ears, the action seeming to calm Porsha down to the point that her sobs become soft whimpers, accompanied by a hiccup or two. And it after just sitting in silence for a few minutes, Buster finally decided to offer Porsha comfort in words.

"You deserve far better than what you had kiddo," he said, continuing to run his fingers through her fur.

"And with us, you will have that…you'll have a FAMILY that will love and always support you…Never doubt that."

And after a few moments of silence, Buster received the shock of his life in the form of a soft confession.

"I Love You Daddy."

Those words, those four simple words, where all Buster needed to know that when Porsha called him "daddy…"

She meant it.

But, before Buster had a chance to respond, he noticed that Porsha's breathing had slowed to the point where it was almost tranquil. And upon looking at her face, Buster let a soft smile trace his lips as he saw Porsha's eyes were closed, all these factors indicating he had fallen asleep. For a few more minutes Buster just stayed in place, continue to comfort Porsha, the teen letting out unconscious hums of content as he did so. And it was only after making sure she was in a deep enough sleep that Buster removed himself from her hold, taking extra care not to wake her. And after a little extra effort to get her more comfortable on her bed, a task made a little difficult due to their size difference, Buster moved to get off the bed. But before he did, he made sure to give Porsha a gentle kiss on her forehead before whispering…

"I Love You Too, Baby Girl."

And with that, Buster quietly moved himself off the bed before leaving the room, not noticing the small smile that had spread on a sleeping Porsha's muzzle. And once the door was closed, Buster couldn't help but smile brightly at the thought of what had just transpired. Followed by an idea of what he could do to make Porsha feel better.

BZZZT! BZZZT!

Suki groggily reached for her phone on the counter, red rob tied loosely around her frame as she limply held a cup of coffee in her other hand. And given the fact that her mangy bed-head hung over her eyes, which were missing their round glasses, Suki's irritation as to who would be calling her as she just got up skyrocketed. But upon squinting her eyes to focus on the blue light of her screen, her irritation was replaced with concern when she saw Buster's text…under the name she had for him under her contacts.

And one thing was for sure, she would surely die of embarrassment if he ever saw it.

KoalaKutie: Sorry for the early text, but Porsha's had a bad night…wanted to make her a special breakfast. Any ideas?

On the other end of the conversation, Buster sat on the couch, his phone in his hands as he waited for Suki to respond. And even though the three-hour time difference between them meant that Suki may have just woken up, Buster just didn't have anyone else to ask about Porsha's interest. But he figured, if anyone knew, it was Suki. Buster even smiled at how much the saluki seemed to care for Porsha. In fact, she seemed to be the only one to genuinely care for the girl when Jimmy Crystal was still running his empire.

DING!

Buster was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the notification alarm on his phone. Looking down, he saw that Suki had returned his text.

Suki: It's fine. I had just gotten up anyway. If you want to do something special, Porsha loves French Toast. Tell her I said high.

As Suki sat on her couch, her glasses now on her face, her attention solely on her phone, which lit up with Buster's response.

KoalaKutie: Thanks, and will do. Take Care Suki.

Suki: You Too.

Porsha groaned at the sunlight that hit her eyes through the window blinds, her face scrunching up in discomfort. But, after taking a few moments to regain her bearings, Porsha finally sat up in bed, stretching her arms over her head as she let out a long yawn as she glanced at the clock that read quarter past nine. And when that was done and over with, she tossed off her blanket and got out of bed, dragging her feet lazily on the carpeted floor before she finally reached the door.

In an instant, her nostrils were filled with a powerful scent. And as a wolf, she could pick it apart and identify each ingredient. There was egg, milk, sugar, bread, a little cinnamon, and a dash of vanilla. And it was at that moment that Porsha's face instantly lit up and her tail started wagging as she picked up her pace toward the Kitchen/living room. And once there, she was met with the sight of Buster, dressed in his dress pants, shoes and white shirt, standing on a step ladder to reach the stovetop, flipping another piece of French toast on a tall pile of the aforementioned food.

"Good morning, My Little Pup," Buster called upon noticing Porsha, the teen just eyeing the tower of French toast like she was ready to tear into it, "I made you some breakfast. I figured after last night you could use a pick me up. Also, Suki says hi."

Upon hearing this, Porsha's demeanor slightly faltered upon being reminded about last night. But, realizing that Buster did care enough to obviously ask Suki for advice, she figured that he did genuinely care about like her father's former talent scout did. Not giving it another thought, Porsha went to grab a plate, immediately placing four slices of French toast on with a generous drizzle of maple syrup before taking a seat at the breakfast nook. And when she took her first bite…

"WOW DADDY! THIS IS GREAT!"

"I thought you'd like it," Buster proudly responded as he flipped the last piece of French toast onto the leaning tower of bread, "it was my dad's recipe. Also, I wanted to let you know that today is all about you. Anything you want to do, just say it!"

Giving it a moment of thought, Porsha decided that right now, she was content with staying in.

"I think I just want to stay in today, daddy. Maybe we can do a Sky-Fi marathon."

Buster couldn't help but mentally chuckle at Porsha's continued mispronunciation of sci-fi. But, seeing as how last night still seemed to linger in the girl's mind, Buster thought that her idea seemed pretty good to him.

"Sure thing, Princess," he said as he got down from the step ladder before making his way over to Porsha, who at this point had just finished her French toast.

"Why don't you get ready, I'll clean up, and once we're all set, we can head to the rental store?"

"Sound's great," Porsha said cheerfully as she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up, but not before squatting down to planting a quick peck on Buster's cheek, which left the koala speechless, but at the same time moved by the gesture. And just as Porsha was about to walk away, Buster called out to her, catching her attention.

"Hey…Love Ya Baby Girl."

And all Porsha could do was smile.

"Love you too Daddy."

And as Porsha went about her business, Buster just stood in silence, his mind reeling at the thought that that wolf, that innocent child…

Was now his Daughter.

Yeah, he thought to himself with a smile, I can get used to this.

Thanks for reading. The next part will explore Porsha and Suki's relationship, along with some Suki being a hot mess around Buster. Until Then, Take Care and Happy Reading.