A/N: Thank you for reviewing, here is the first chapter. Enjoy!

Crack in the Mirror

Chapter 01

Dark hair hung in her face as she hurriedly shoved clothes in to her duffle bag. She tried to contain her emotions, biting down on to her bottom lip. Penelope could feel his eyes on her, wondering what she was doing, where she was going.

"Pen, would you please calm down for a minute?" The brunette teen kicked away from the door frame, crossing the room to her.

She didn't' listen, instead, she continued to shove things in to her bag angrily muttering to herself. Concerned blue eyes met hers; long slender fingers grasped her wrists.

"Would you stop for a second and please tell me what is going on?" His voice was low yet demanding.

"I have to go home," She whispered looking down at her feet.

The teenager smiled at her, brushing his fingers up her bare arms, "You are home…"

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Tyler, I meant back to Hastings,"

His blue eyes darkened, "Why would you have to go there?" He questioned. "What did your mother want?"

Tears slipped from her eyes, she couldn't find her voice. Tyler wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry freely in to his chest. He didn't want to push her. They had been through so much and he didn't want to cause any drama when things had finally settled down.

The soft coos of a baby pulled the couple a part, Tyler glanced over his shoulder and saw Reid looking concerned.

"Is everything ok?" He asked carefully patting the baby's back calmly.

"No," Penelope muttered. "Everything is not ok," She sniffled in to Tyler's shirt.

"What's going on, Simon?" Reid questioned her, adjusting the baby in his arms.

"My mother just called," She rested her chin on Tyler's shoulder, still hugging him closely.

Reid's face registered the information. He knew that Penelope hadn't talked to her family in over a year, why all of the sudden would her mother, the person who kicked her out, call her?

"She needs me to come home," Penelope swallowed hard.

"Why?" Tyler pressed pulling her away at arms length.

"Geneva," Tyler was fairly familiar with the name. Penelope talked briefly with him about her half sisters, Geneva and Lucy. "Grace thinks that asshole is hurting her."

"Why call you?" Reid asked, instead of sounding rude he sounded worried.

"I don't know." Penelope breathed wiping the back of her hand over her face.

"You should call the cops," Tyler pointed out.

"I'm going ok, and you can't stop me…"

Reid cradled the baby in his arms, "Pen, Ty's right you should probably call the cops." He shook his head.

"Let's just drop it ok?" She turned around to look at Reid holding her son. "Everyone is still in the kitchen; we'll have this conversation later."

Later that evening the three housemates said goodbye to their friends. Penelope sat feeding her son, Christopher. Tyler wandered in to the baby's room, he settled himself in to a chair in front of his girlfriend. He wanted to discuss her rash decision to go back to Hastings.

"Penelope, I think we should talk about this," He clasped his hands together in his lap.

"It's my decision to make, Ty, and I made it."

"This should be our decision to make," Tyler stated frustrated. "I don't want this guy to come after you again, ok..." His voice was lower than it had been originally. "I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you."

Penelope gave him a small smile, the words were comforting to her, but she still didn't want him there. She didn't want him to see what she had left.

"Tyler, I don't even know why she wants me there. I don't know what's going on. I don't know if this is just some ruse to get me back in Hastings, or not."

"And that's exactly the reason I'm going with you." Tyler decided.

Penelope sat up, pulling the nipple of the bottle out of her son's mouth, "What?"

"I'm going with you." He shrugged his shoulders. "That way if you need me I'm right there, I won't be miles away."

"What about your classes?"

The brunette boy laughed, "Have you forgotten who you're dating?" He asked with a cocky grin.

"Last time I checked it was Tyler Simms not Reid Garwin," She mused annoyed at his sudden burst of confidence.

"C'mon. I'll just tell them I had a family emergency, I'm a Son of Ipswich, they'll let me do my work online until I get back." His answer was smooth, almost too smooth for Tyler.

She looked away from him, desperately seeking another excuse; she found it in the boy she was holding. "I really don't want Christopher there," She winced at the thought. "I don't want her to know about him."

"She's going to find out about him one way or another, Pen…" He touched the baby's cheek and smiled. "And you know if she finds out about Chris, she's going to ask questions."

Penelope sighed knowing she wasn't going to win this battle. When Tyler Simms had his mind made up, it was made up.

She sighed heavily. Tyler didn't even give her room to argue. He pulled himself forward in his seat placing a light kiss on Christopher's forehead before leaning up to catch her lips with his.

Penelope melted in to his kiss and pulled away, "You always know how to change the subject," She whispered quietly the infant in her arms slowly falling asleep.

"I try," He winked before leaving the baby's room.

The dark haired girl settled the baby in to his crib. She wasn't comfortable with the idea of going back home, and really not knowing the reason for it. Her mother was a flake, and she could never relay on anything the woman ever said.

What made it even worse was the fact that Tyler and Christopher would be going. It bothered her because she didn't want Christopher to know these people. She didn't want to know those people anymore.

She leaned against the doorframe and watched Christopher snuggle in to his blanket. A small smile formed on her lips, so many things had happened in the last year. And today only magnified that.

The plot is still kind of open on this one right now, but we'll see where it goes! :)