NOTICE:All mistakes are mine. I have no beta.

(Warning. Story based on it's complicated charcters. However events and endings will vary from actually movie.)

Most charcters in this fic will my own origional charcters. It's complicated basis
It was just an idea I have had for awhile,but didn't think it was worth writing down. . I think it sucks personally,let me know if you think I should continue?

- - - - - - - - - - September 1, 1979 - - - - - - - - - -

In the mist of the dawn a car creeps down the long high way. He stops after turning into a small staff parking lot. Smoke bustles out of the compact car. The yellow VW Bug's orange door creaks open followed buy a slam 7 seconds later. A soft click and beep signals the car is not locked. Rubbing his dark eyes. Sleep in the corners crumble out. He crushed his cigrette under his steal toe boots. He fumbles with the brass key ring dangling from his rear pocket. Upon finding the correct key he unlocks the door. Entering the building he hit's the lights. Some sections flicker, some brightly shine. He looks around. The smell of chalk and book bindings fill his nostrils, He groans. It's the start. The beginning all over again. Taking a sharp left he again searches for a key, unlocking another private room he retrieves his usual equipment and enters the hall, resting his chin on the fine oak handle, He takes one last look around the quiet halls. Then heartily dips his mop into the bucket and begins sliding it across the floor… It's the first day of the school year.

- - - - - - - - - - Santa Barbara,CA. - - - - - - - - - -

6:15 am.

She lays face down on her stomach. Her head resting on her favorite teddy. Sun lights the pale pink room. It accents the glittered butterflies that hang from the ceiling. The assorted colored wind chimes rustling outside her window. She stirs not yet waking. The aroma of a sweet, fluffy flower mixture sizzling in the kitchen gets her attention. She stretches her limbs. Her delicate blue eyes flutter open.

The kitchen once organized, the cream marble counter tops waxed and shined , all cooking utensils hanging and laid in place with care, was now in disarray. Sippy cups fill the dish stacked sink. Drawings cover the gleaming the stainless steal refrigerator. Toys laying about in the chairs at the dinning table. She tries to straiten the house in her free hours. She spends her weekends catering after others at ravish parties. Never a moment to rest her aching, swollen feet. The heels dig in deeper now. Everything has become increasingly difficult the past few weeks.

Pancake batter splashes on her perfectly structured porcelain cheekbones. She stirs the thick mixture by hand into a thick, smooth mixture. Pouring it gracefully over the sizzling pan. Beads of sweat form on her forehead. She rubs it off with out a second thought. What is she doing? Making pancakes at 6:00 in the morning. Who will eat them? Her two year old can't eat a full plate of pancakes, and jake was always running late. He never had time to sit down and eat breakfast. Jane covered her face with her hands. Tears began to spring from her eyes. Damn she was doing it again! Thinking she was still there. Still with her. That it had all been a horrific dream and Amelia would come running down the stairs. She turns to the cabinet. Prying it open with her fingers she searches, deep in the back behind the head ache relief medication. She removes the bottle. 'Take one twice times a day if needed.' It says. Maybe in the beginning Jane could get by on that. That was not enough anymore. She opened the bottle pouring five into her hand. She places the bottle back in it's hiding place. Picking up a clean glass she rinses it then fills it half way with water. Bring the pills to her lips she takes them. Sipping the water She pours out the remaining water. Throwing the glass down in anger, it shatters. That was the last straw. She can't take it anymore. She can't go on. She breaks into a sob as she leans desperately over the sink. She looks at the open cabinet. She reaches for the bottle once more.

"Mama! Mama!"

Jane jerks, The tiny voice had broken the peaceful silence. Sighing she rubs her hand over her face. Dropping the spatula she ventures up the stairs almost in a run.

"Shhh…Shh… Mommy's here. It's okay."

Jane lifts Lauren out of her crib. Two small arms latch on to her apron strings. Jane smiles at her. She stroked her stringy hair, wiping the tears off her rosy cheeks. Lauren eases into her chest. Jane shakes her head. She can hardly believe Lauren is two years old. It seems like yesterday she had gotten the news she would be having a little one with jake.

"Mama I thirsty."

Jane looks away only to reach for her old sippy cup.

"Okay. Come on. Mommy will get you some juice."

With Laurens nod of approval they leave the nursery. Jane rubbed her back, putting Lauren into her high chair. She took a long look at the sleepy eyed girl before getting her cup.

Jane knelt down, handing her the cup.

"There. Is that better baby?"

Lauren took it, shoving it in her mouth. She nodded.

Jane looked back at the opened the cabinet. Her family is the only thing that gives her the strength to go on.

- - - - - - - - - - Trenton, NJ - - - - - - - - - -

6:25 am.

Mr. And Mrs. Hall are seated at the dinning table. Coffee sputters in it's maker. Mrs. Hall sits, looking through files searching for leads to her. She has found nothing over the past few years. Still she continues to search, never giving up hope. The guilt of that day still weighing heavy on her conscious. She continued to searches the names and faces in the files.

Sun enters the room, Shadows dance about her walls as she wakes. She smiles watching them. Crawling out of her bed she runs to her vanity. Standing on her tip toes she grabs the neatly pressed outfit Mrs. Hall had laid out for her the night before. Slipping her gown over her head it falls inside out onto the plush flower rug on the middle of the room. She dresses her self. Sitting on the edge of the bed she glances at her new shoes. She received them from her birthday over the summer. She was saving them for school. Red paten leather. Her lips curl into a smile. They were a present from her mother, or so she was told. Her smile fades thinking of her mother. Longing to see her . Why wasn't she here? Where was she?

Mr. Hall puts the paper down. Straightening his tie he took his case in hand.

"I should probably get to the office. I'll meet you say..11:45 for lunch?"

"Um… hold on let me check my appointment book."

Retrieving it from her purse she flipped through it.

"I don't have any then so it should be fine."

He nodded, hearing the foots steps in the hall he smiled.

"Some one's up early."

She nodded.

"Morning Mr. Allen."

She says, reaching up for him.

"Good morning princess. Come on, I'll give you a quickie before I leave."

She nodded excitedly. He lifts her up. He proceeds spin her around, holding her up by her stomach. For a few short minutes she a beautiful butterfly. He sits her down,kissing her cheek.

"I'll see you after school. Sit down and eat your breakfast little one."

She nodded with out complaint and took her seat.

"Will you put the ribbons at the end of my piggy tails? The yellow one's I like?"

She asked, looking at the milk as it was being poured into her cereal.

"Yes sweetheart. You eat now. We will go up and do you hair after before we go. Are you excited for today?"

She nodded slowly, picking up her spoon she stirred her cereal.

"Baby, are you nervous? It's okay to be nervous."

She shook her head and began woofing down her cereal one little spoon full at a tine as she watched her work. The kitchen fell silent again between both of them.

"I..I put on my birthday shoes." She paused. "Is she coming today? Have you found my mommy Lily?"

She whispered.

Lillian choked on her coffee. Setting the cup down she wiped off the remains of it off her mouth and blouse. The five year old was staring strait at her. So full of hope were her deep green eyes. So innocent to the world around her. How many times had they talked about this? How hard had she tried to find the words to explain how she had come to live in their home. The girl had known all along she didn't belong here. In this home with them.

"Not yet. Im doing the best I can to find your mommy, Amelia. You know that. I promise I will find her soon."

"You always say that."

She throws down her spoon.

"Amelia."

"No! I want my mommy!"

She cried, kicking her feet in anger.

"Amelia stop it. Right now! I have raised you not to act that way. You know temper tantrums only get you a time out."

She spoke softly, It broke her heart to say those things to her knowing she had nothing to do with it. It was not her fault that what happened, happened, But how could she make a five year odd understand her mother didn't have a choice?

Amelia huffed, crossing her arms. She refused to eat anymore. Lillian crouched down next to her, taking the napkin from Amelia's lap,she wiped her eyes.

"Amelia. She loves you. You remember what I told you? What she said the day you were born?"

Amelia nodded, looking up at lily she reached for her.

"Im sorry lily."

She whimpered,nursing her face in the nape of her neck, Lily felt tears stinging in her own eyes. Taking a deep breath she nodded, rubbing soft circles on her upper back.

"I know sweety. Come on. Let's go get those ribbons in huh?"