A/N - Ah, thanks to everyone who reviewed for the wonderful comments. Don't worry; this story will actually be a long one; it's going to have 27 chapters! If it all plays out and I update every week, this story will officially end on SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2013.
Every update will be on Fridays: the second chapter (This one) is being published on March 8th, and the third chapter will be published on Wednesday, March 15th. You getting my gist?
I do hope you enjoy this chapter, because I stayed up till the wee hours of the night working on it. Have a sparkling day!~*
~Julianna

Fabian
Chapter 2: "The Search"

It was not real. It couldn't have been real. I must have been dreaming it, because it couldn't have been real.

It was one day. One simple day. I knew Nina for less than twenty-four hours. We met in a coffee shop, we went to my apartment, and we had sex. It was one time. I couldn't have gotten her pregnant. Not after one time . . .

Could I? It's been three years since I last saw her. I barely remember what she looks like. After we slept together, I woke up to find she was gone. Her clothes, her bag, and herself had gone, without as much as a note. I hadn't seen her since.

She must have woken up, only to realize that she had just had sex with a man she had just met. She had most likely run out of my small apartment, to wherever she lives, found a pregnancy test and found out that she indeed was pregnant.

I got a fifteen-year-old pregnant. I had the nerve to get a fifteen-year-old pregnant, ultimately ruining the rest of her teenage life. She gave birth at sixteen, raised a baby at sixteen, all without me; without a father to support her and her child.

But the thing that hurt me the most wasn't that I wasn't there for the first two years of my daughter's life. It wasn't that I wasn't there to see the birth of my daughter, help her pick out the name, or feed her in her high chair.

It was that even though I knew Nina's name, she didn't know mine. When we met, I didn't even have the decency to tell her my name. Through the nine months of her pregnancy, all she knew was that she met a mysterious boy at a coffee shop, fell in love with him, had sex with him, but never asked his name. She didn't know my name, and therefore she couldn't find me.

She must've known who I was now, at least. She sent me the photograph. So while I was having the time of my life, singing concerts, hanging out with my friends, and talking with interviewers, she was watching me from the sidelines. Watching me live without the knowledge that I was a father, that I had a child. That I didn't care that I screwed a girl who was only fifteen and never tried to find her.

I didn't know anything about her. All she told me was that she was fifteen, she was from America, and her name was Nina. She didn't even tell me her last name. She didn't even write it on the photograph she sent me of her daughter - wait - our daughter. The girl in the photograph wasn't just her child.

It was my child as well. At only eighteen-years-old, I was a father. I wasn't even nineteen yet (though I'd turn nineteen in exactly two weeks), and I had a child.

It was my fault. I asked Nina if she wanted to follow me to my apartment, and she did. We talked for a little while, but I was the one who started to unhook her bra strap. She wasn't the one taking my clothes off, yet she didn't try to stop me.

God, I was an ass.

"Mate, are you okay?" Jerome asked, slightly concerned. He was the one who brought me back to reality. "Do you realize what you did?"

I simply nodded. "Yeah. I screwed up. I fucked a fifteen-year-old girl that didn't even know my name, and now she sent me a picture of my daughter." I turned to Mick, a pleading look crossing my face. "Mick, what do I do? I don't know what to do. I'm only eighteen. I have no idea what to do."

"Fabian, it's okay," he assured me, but I didn't believe him. Mick continued, "What was her name?"

"Nina. Her name was Nina," I remembered. That was the only thing I remembered . . . that her name was Nina.

"You're very interested in me and my musical career, aren't you?" I was the one to ask the question this time.

"I think you're very interesting, that's why," she explained herself. Her green eyes shone with happiness, and I knew she was getting somewhere with me. I wasn't trying to slink away or pretend she didn't exist. I was acknowledging her, and she wanted to know more about me. "But I don't know much about you."

"Well, I don't know anything about you yet," I said, keeping my eyes on her face, her extremely interesting face. "Care to tell me more about you?"

She flashed me a grin before she said, "My name is Nina. I'm fifteen years old, and I'm from America."

"What's her last name?" Jerome asked, keeping his eyes on the photograph in my hands with Nina's handwriting.

"I don't know," I admitted. "She never told me. She just said her name was Nina." I buried my face in my hands, trying to keep myself together. "God, I really fucked up, didn't I?" I muttered through my fingers.

"Yeah, mate, you did," Mick deadpanned. I wasn't sure if it was his attempt at making me feel better, but it didn't help much. I didn't lift my head out from my hands, but Mick continued speaking. "Well, my observation is that Nina sent you the photograph to inform you that you a daughter, named Emma. She didn't write her last name, which confuses me: why would she send you a photograph of your daughter just so you can't find her?"

"Well, if there's one thing I remember about her, it's that she was a mystery," I said, finally lifting my head to the florescent lights of my house.

"What do you remember about her?" Jerome inquired.

"Not much," I began. "It was three years ago, after all. I remember that her name was Nina, she had an American accent, and that she was fifteen years old. She had green eyes and light-brown hair. She just moved to Liverpool and was attending a school that began with a C." I listed the things I remembered, which wasn't a lot.

"So, Fabian, it's up to you," Jerome told me. "It's a mystery to us if Nina wants you to find her or not, but you have to make the decision here, as your a new father. Do you want to find the girl you met three years ago, and meet your two-year-old daughter, or do you want to continue your life as a popular music artist, never to give another thought to Nina or Emma again?"

"I want to find her," I answered immediately. "I need to see her again. I want to meet my daughter."

"Alright, then," Mick smiled. "Now we go on a search to look for Nina Blank."

xXx

I grabbed my computer from the other room, and came back into the common room to sit between Jerome and Mick as I was before. My mum, dad, and four sisters were all out today, so we had the house to ourselves, and no one in my family would know that I was a father . . . yet.

"'Kay, I made a list of the things you remembered about Nina Blank," Mick stated, shoving the notepad in front of my face. I nodded, typing my password into the entry box, and clicking onto the internet.

"Guys, England is huge," I spoke as I was waiting for the internet to load. "And besides, when I met Nina, she said she was from America. After she found out she was pregnant, she could have gone back to America to live with her parents or something. She might not be in Liverpool at all."

"But you said that she was attending a school in Liverpool that began with a C," Mick added innocently. "Hopefully she wanted to finish her studies before going back home to America?" He grabbed the computer from my lap and started typing in a website address. He flashed me a grin before saying, "Wikipedia is the answer to everything."

"Oh, God, Mick, Wikipedia is so unreliable," Jerome muttered, playing with his flip-phone again. Mick didn't even care to cast him a quick glare, as he was typing something in the "search" box. When I looked over, I saw he was typing, "schools in liverpool".

"You're not gonna find her, Mick," I stated simply, even though I was silently hoping we might be able to find her. That I might be able to see that girl again, that I might be able to meet my child. I was holding on to a thin strip of hope, but it was all I had. "Nina's a common name. We might be looking through pages upon pages of 'Nina's' and might never find her."

"You remember what she looks like, don't you?" Mick asked, and I nodded. "Well, if the student profiles have pictures, it should be easy to find her. How long had she been in Liverpool when you met her?"

"A couple of months," I remembered what she had said to me that day.

"It's nice to meet you, Nina. Why are you in Liverpool if you're from America?"

"My grandmother was offered a job that she couldn't refuse," Nina said. Her pale eyes stayed bright with anticipation as she waited for more to say. She continued, "So I moved from California to Britain. I've only been here for a few months. I like it much more than California, for the record."

I chuckled. Nina most certainly wasn't the funniest being, but I liked her sense of humor. I liked a lot about the girl I had just met. "Britain most certainly is a wonderful place. Where are you going to school?" She had said she was fifteen, which means she was one year younger than me. She should be in school.

"I don't even know," she admitted, the sides of her eyes crinkling up as she smiled. I thought it was adorable, the little wrinkles by her eyes. Her smile was so beautiful, it made me melt. "The school name isn't on the actual school. It starts with a C, though. That's all I know. What about you? Where do you go to school?"

"So she had probably just started school," Mick reasoned. He sighed with disappointment. "I can't believe you had the balls to get a poor fifteen-year-old girl pregnant."

I looked down in shame. "I know," I mumbled, almost to myself. "That's what I've been telling myself since I saw Nina's name on the back of the card. I'm such an ass."

"Don't beat yourself up, mate," Jerome said with fake sympathy. "Everyone makes mistakes when they're sixteen."

"Hahaha," I laughed without humor, narrowing my eyes into slits. I turned my attention back on Mick, who was looking through the "c" section of the schools in Liverpool.

"Fabian, did she look religious?" Mick asked me as he scrolled through the list of schools.

"I don't know," I replied. "How was I supposed to know? I guess not. I mean, she wasn't wearing the cross of Jesus around her neck or wearing anything that supplied she was Jewish, or any other religious item, if that's what you mean. Why?"

"Because if you'd just answer my question, I could eliminate one school from the list of four "c" schools that I have here, and that would make my search a lot easier."

I grabbed the laptop from Mick's hands and placed it back on my legs. The list of the four "c" schools on the list in Wikipedia read 1) Cardinal Heenan Catholic High School, 2) Childwall Academy, 3) Callina Academy, and 4) Croxteth Community Comprehensive School.

"You think she was Catholic?" Mick asked again, and I shrugged. I clicked on the first link that read Cardinal Heenan Catholic High School. It did read high school, so it was a possibility that Nina attended school here.

I was scanning the page for the student list when Jerome interrupted me. "Mate?" he began. "When you were having sex, did Nina have a vagina, or a penis?"

"I'm pretty sure she had a vagina . . . why?" I asked, a hint of amusement coming from my voice based on Jerome's question.

"Because it says here that it's for boys, and because you said that Nina was a girl, I'm pretty sure she doesn't attend the school."

"Oh," I said quickly, clicking the back button. I clicked the next link: Childwall Academy, but it turned out to be a secondary school, so I clicked out of that link too. The page for Croxteth Community Comprehensive School had nothing in it, so the only link left was Callina Academy.

"I guess she goes here," I supplied as I clicked on the link. I hoped that the page wasn't deleted just as the other one was, and to my luck, it wasn't.

I scanned through the page, knowing Callina School was the one she must attend. I was scanning through the page, and I read aloud to Jerome and Mick, "It's an English Comprehensive School. It's located in Picton, which is near the middle of Liverpool. We're in Woolton right now, so it shouldn't be that far of a drive. Now, to find her student profile."

Mick, Jerome and I scrolled down to the N's, and we found that there were nine Nina's attending Callina Academy. And the Nina that I met three years ago, my Nina, was on that list. We clicked through the names, and when I continued saying "no" to each of them when I saw their picture, I didn't know what I was expecting when I clicked the name "Nina Martin".

While the page loaded, I scrolled down the slightest bit to find the picture of the face. The face that had matured since I last saw it three years ago. But the same features were there: the same dirty-blond hair, the pale-green eyes, the same exuberant smile that I had fallen in love with. It was her. It was really her.

Because I didn't click out of the page, Mick mumbled quietly, "I guess this our Nina. Okay, so we know her last name is Martin, she attends Callina Academy, and probably lives somewhere in the Picton area. This shouldn't be so hard. We have the rest of today and tomorrow. Okay . . . how do you knock on Nina's door and convince her that you're not there to hurt her?"

I shrugged, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the computer screen. I was looking at the picture of Nina Blank - but she wasn't Nina Blank anymore. She was Nina Martin, the same girl I met three years ago, still alive and well, still living with our daughter. I stared at the description, to find she was would attend her last year of high school next year in September, as it was still August. It said she was seventeen, and her birthday was July 7th.

So when we met, she had only been fifteen for a couple of months. She had turned seventeen exactly one month ago, and she was supporting a two-year-old daughter.

I was thinking about Mick's question when Alfie came through the door. I felt like groaning, because Jerome knew both Mick and I weren't fans of Alfie, but Jerome walked over to him and said, his words aimed at me, "Yes, Alfonzo . . . how on Earth are we ever going to come into the house of the mother of Fabian's child without her knowing that it's Fabian? Do you have a plan, dear friend?"

Alfie's eyes widened. "Fabian's a dad? Whoa, dude. Too much information for me. But, yes, Jerome -" he turned to smile at his best friend, "I have a plan."

A/N - Second chapter DONE. The next chapter will consist of Fabian reuniting with Nina - the long awaited Fabina moments season 3 so terribly lacks of. :(
Concering Callina Academy: I made it up. It is completely fake. Though, the other schools mentioned and the towns in Liverpool - I did not make those up. The school Nina attends is fake.
Thank you for all the wonderful comments, and see you through the screen next week!
~Julianna