DP Show characters © Butch Hartman

Plot & Text © DivaGurl277

Text © Lady Wolf Eyes

Ellie ran into the kitchen where she'd heard the crash.

"Mom...?" Ellie asked cautiously as she stared at the answering machine which her mother was now staring at, pale faced and sweating bullets.

"M-oooom..." Ellie sang in singsong as she waved a hand in front of her mother's face.

"MOTHER!" Ellie snapped as she snapped a finger in front of her mother's face.

"Wh-Wha?" Sam asked in confusion.

"Uhm...yeah. Mom, ya just zoned out, dropped your coffee mug, and were staring at the answering machine like a donkey doing circus tricks. What's up?" she asked.

Sam sighed and looked at her daughter with an agonized look on her face. Over the years, the one thing that their happy little family was missing was a father and a husband.

"Mom, you alright?" Ellie said suddenly serious after seeing the mysterious emotions flew across her mother's face.

Ellie's father was around sometimes, but it wasn't the same. Ellie needed someone who was a steady constant in her life, as did Sam. Sam had hoped that maybe Alexander would be that constant, while Ellie ...Ellie despised him.

"Earth to Mom...please land back into the mothership. I repeat. Please land back into the mothership." Ellie said in a mock space commander voice, finally snapping her mom out of it.

"I'm fine Elizabeth..." she answered.

"Whole name? Geez." Ellie replied, sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter.

"Oh. By the way, some guy called."

Sam reddened slightly and replied, "Who, Danny? I know."

Ellie raised an eyebrow and her lips began to form a subtle smirk. "A-a-a-ctually..." she said, drawing out the word.

"I was talking about Mr. Peterson from work...but...who's Danny?" she asked.

"A friend." Sam answered simply, as if wanting to drop the subject.

"Of a friend of a friend of a friend, or is he a friend?" Ellie asked, her look intensifying to try in convey some underlying meaning.

"What is this, a police interrogation? On what charges?" Sam asked, as she bent down to pick up the shards of porcelain off of the kitchen floor.

"Might as well be, with the way you're dodging my questions. You're going to make me suspect something, Mumsie." Ellie sighed, lips pursed as she tapped her index finger on the corner of her mouth.

"Suspect whatever you like." Sam told her daughter as she continued to pick up the pieces. "But, let's not forget exactly who the mother is in the Manson household."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Samantha." Ellie said, her trademark smirk on her face.

Sam turned around and gave her a warning look, and the smirk slid off.

"Joking, Mother-Dear! Only joking..." Ellie said in her defense, shielding herself with her hands.

"Mmhm..." Sam muttered.

This was how it was. Almost every night, the Manson girls would give into witty banter, and teasing, joking about things that only they could joke about. Samantha and Elizabeth were mother and daughter, but also the best of friends.

They had to be, seeing as there were times when they only had each other to lean on, and those were mostly the hardest of times.

Ellie, of course had her boundaries to what she could say to her mother, and she knew her place, like most children. But of course, seeing as she was a teenager, she did slip up every once in awhile, and had to be reminded of where she stood by Sam.

"You know...we're sort of like the Gilmore Girls when you think about it." Ellie said thoughtfully.

Sam was about to reply when their black kitten, Eclipse ran into the kitchen, and skidded into the island, making it bump into Sam, causing her to shriek and cut herself on a shard she was picking up, causing Ellie to fall off of the stool in surprise and land on her butt, just as the doorbell rang.

"Do the Gilmores have a retarded cat?" Sam muttered bitterly, as she shook her hand in pain, the cut being on the skin of her right hand, between her thumb and index finger.

"Do you want me to-"

"Would you please?" Sam interrupted her daughter, after helping her up off of the tiled floor, and throwing a look at the kitten as she went to go find a band-aid.

Ellie picked up Eclipse and walked to the front door. The feline snuggled closer, purring. The eclipse shape grayish-white spot over her left eye squirmed as she nuzzled.

Ellie looked through the peephole, but couldn't make out who the person was, since they had their head down, and seemed to be muttering to themselves.

She opened the door, overhearing a voice, "…I'm so stupid…idiot".

Confusion seeping into her brain, and Ellie replied, "Hi, can we help you?"

The man looked up, his ebony colored hair in his eyes. "Hi, may I use your phone? My car broke down."

"Uhm...yeah, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers and stuff, so yeah, I'll get my mom." Ellie said. She cleared her throat then loudly yelled, "MOOOOOM! THERE'S SOME STRANGE DUDE AT THE DOOR, AND I DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS, AND HE WANTS TO USE OUR PHONE, SO SHOULD I LIKE...CALL THE COPS OR SOMETHING?"

The man's eyes widened in confusion and alarm, but was suddenly relieved when Sam ran down the stairs, calling, "No, no, no! Ughh...I'm sorry, Mr...?"

The man looked straight at her, and said, "Fenton."

And that's the last thing she remembered before she hit the floor, barely avoiding the cat that had leaped out of her daughter's arms.

"Well...that's gonna hurt..." Ellie sighed, giving a sympathetic look towards Danny, then one towards her mother.

Hello all. Just to let you all know I'm uploading them as I rewrite them. DivaGurl had 8 chapters already written although, most likely next chapter things are going to change a bit. Slow down some, and then adding new dimensions to the fic. Some things that happened in the first fic might not happen in this one I don't know while see. I have a basic plot outline in my head but how fast it goes is still being determined. School starts on Thursday, but I'm always on the computer so I'll probably be able to find time anyway. No worries. Now I'll stop talking so I can work on the next chappie. Ta-ta! (I'm only partly crazy...it's my friends' fault really...)

-Lady Wolf Eyes

P.S. I'm a terrible rambler if you haven't noticed ;)