A/N: Just a little one shot. I remembered that video made at Holly's baby shower and I wondered how she'd react to seeing it.

Sometimes, Holly White wondered about her father. Her family had never told her much about him. She only managed to get bits and pieces of information. He was a highschool chemistry teacher. He died at age 51. Something, something about him changing. He had not died the man he had spent most of his life being.

Her brother had always said the less she knew, the better. But of course, she couldn't help being curious. The thoughts swirled around in her mind, almost like a hurricane. The less she knew, the more she wanted.

She was almost 20, a busy college student. She lived with her mother, Skyler White. She had an elder brother who came to visit sometimes, with his wife and kids.

… and an estranged aunt.

Family dinners were quiet, more often than not, just the three of them. Sometimes Flynn's wife and kids came along. That was fun, the kids running around. Holly loved being an aunt.

Of course, Skyler loved her grandchildren, but there was always a sadness in her eyes whenever they were around.

"He missed out," she muttered.

They weren't alone. Holly had missed out on him as well.

Tonight was a family dinner night. Holly raced to get the door.

Flynn was standing there. He was in his late thirties, his dark, shaggy hair tied into a short ponytail. Stubble was around his chin. Crutches were under his arms, a big grin on his face.

Although Holly enjoyed the presence of her sister-in-law and nephews, sometimes, it was nice just to be with her mother and brother.

"Heya, Holly," Flynn said, giving his sister a hug.

"Kids!" Skyler came in, embracing both her children. "Dinner's soon, so come in!"

She'd changed over the years. Never truly getting over Walt's demise, but being able to grow as a person. A broken sorrow still living on. She was in a simple dress, her graying hair cut short. Her smile was weathered.

The family headed inside the house. Flynn put a hand on his sister's shoulder.

"I got something for you," he told her, leading her away.

"Really?" she asked, raising her brow.

"Check this out," he reached into his pocket, pulling out an old camcorder.

"A camcorder?" Holly asked.

"There's an old video on here," he told her. "It's from your baby shower!" He sweat-beaded. "We were planning to show it on your 20th birthday, and it's pretty close, so.."

Holly made a face; now she was intrigued. So, she played the video. The footage was somewhat blurry; it was definitely twenty years old, alright.

"Okay… it's ready!"

She saw her aunt Marie. Oh, god… Marie. She hadn't seen her for a while. Her aunt was estranged, all over the place. A mess of a human being. In prison one minute, sleeping around the next.

She didn't look like a mess in the video, however. She was dressed in a lavish purple dress, a fancy necklace around her neck.

"Hi, baby!" she waved. "I'm your Aunt Marie! Because when you watch this twenty years from now, I will look exactly the same as I do now. I know, it is amazing, I have aged shockingly well, haven't I?"

Holly had to chuckle. Oh, if only Marie could see this now.

"Anyway, welcome to your baby shower, Esmeralda!" Marie continued. "Esmeralda? Esmeralda. That's your name, and you heard it here first."

Holly grimaced. She was glad that it wasn't her name.

"Now, that is your wonderful, handsome older brother," Marie said, "Show her, older brother, your face."

The camera was spun around, revealing Flynn - or at least, the underside of his nose. He was around 16 years old. Holly burst out laughing.

"Not right up the nose!" Marie huffed.

The camera shifted over to Skyler, who was sitting down, dressed in a dress like Marie's. She was pregnant with Holly herself.

"There's your mommy!" Marie cheered. "Hello, Mommy! And look!" She pointed at Skyler's stomach. "There you are, Esmeralda! Wake up, baby! Time to party!"

Skyler chuckled. "Believe it or not, Esmeralda, right after the party, your name was changed to Holly. And I believe, Hank, that that was around the time that we took Aunt Marie to the insane asylum."

Her Uncle Hank. Flynn always spoke fondly of him. The best uncle ever, he'd always say.

"Yeah, yeah," Hank stepped in, "I dropped her off at the curb. Then I married Shania Twain and lived happily ever after!"

Holly found herself laughing once more. Even if it was only a video, Hank was just as warm as her brother had always said.

Then Marie chirped, "There's Daddy! Speak, Daddy! Say hello to your daughter."

Holly swallowed. She did not remember her father.

It was not as if her family spoke about him much. Whenever he was brought up, her mother would look away, her eyes wet. Her brother would glower, cursing the man. Marie couldn't even handle it; she would run out in a rage.

Walter White was a mystery, an enigma. A criminal Holly knew nothing of. A monster, some dared say. But to her, he was nothing but a whisper of evil. A ghost of the past, someone deeply rooted in her, but a complete stranger.

And there he was, right in front of her.

"Holly, I am very proud of you, and I think about you all the time," he told her. "Wherever you go, whatever you do in life… always know that you have a family who loves you very, very much."

He held up some alcohol.

"Cheers!"

Holly paused the video. She could barely see it anyway, with all the tears in her eyes.

There was a weird emptiness in her heart. Her only real memory of her father was a flash, some kind of smile, something like that.

But for the first time in her whole life, her father was directly speaking to her. Her heart was breaking once more.

"Holly?" Flynn asked.

Holly sighed, hugging her brother.

"Thanks for showing me this, Flynn," she said, "I finally got to meet Dad."

After doing a little more research into her father's history, Holly had a lot more questions than answers. Of course, a certain named kept coming up in her searches.

She headed over to her mother, swallowing.

"Mom…" Holly spoke.

Skyler stared at her daughter. "Yes?"

"Who is Jesse Pinkman?"

A/N: Thanks for reading :D