Hey everyone,

This story is ancient- it's an antique. It was a story idea I had a long time ago. So in attempt to reeastablish it, I am going to continue with it. My writing may be rusty, I don't do much of it anymore. However, I want to continue with my story.

Chapter II

She paused, "Will you just sign these papers?"

"You know I can't do that..."

Musa took a deep breath before reaching her left arm across the oak table, shoving this papers towards his direction. She was currently stuck in Sky's father's office sitting across from her sperm donor- he was no father of hers, having a one-on-one talk. He had insisted that she talked to him. He had insisted that she hear out what he has to say. He insisted a lot and now it was her turn to be persistent and insist on him sigining those papers.

Silence filled the air. She stared at him and he stared back at her. She was wishing some how the fire alarm would go off just so the awkward silence between them would life.

"I need you to sign these," Musa insisted.

"Why do you want to be emancipated? Why hasn't your mother signed these first? Let alone, why are you consulting with a lawyer? Did something happen between the two? Does she know that you are here? She's going to kill me if you are here without her permission. You're mother is quite the fireball when she is angry."

James observed Musa from across the table. She was a lot like her mother. From her eyes to her smile to her body features to her hair, they were almost identical except for the eyes and the freckles which came from his side of the family. He wondered if she was allergic to peanuts like her mother was or if she could eat them like he could.

"My mother is dead," Musa responded and stared blankly into Jame's eyes. She was tired of retelling this same tale over and over again.

It was a long pause that rested between the two of them. Musa twirled her thumbs and James inhaled a deep breath.

James was lost at thought and he hadn't seen this twist talking to Musa. Scarlet was dead? How? Why? He took a deep breath and took a drink of the whisky sitting in his glass and placed it back onto the table. This a was a moment for a drink. Scarlet was dead and here her daughter was standing at his friend's house wanting him to sign emancipation papers. The pain in his chest arose with a sudden feeling of a dull aching feeling.

"How?"

"Cancer."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Brain tumor."

"I'm sorry," James paused. "When?"

"Two years ago."

"Who have you been living with?"

"My Great Aunt Clarissa."

"Where is she now?"

"She passed away three months ago from a heart attack."

"Musa, who have you been living with?"

"Myself."

"You are seventeen years old. You shouldn't be living by yourself."

"I'm old enough to take care of myself. I don't need anyone." Musa smiled lightly to herself. She was strong and prideful. She didn't need someone to feel sorry for her. She didn't need a pity party. What she needed were these papers to be signed so she could live her life once again on her own without the fear of having to be placed into a foster system for another seven months before she turned eighteen.

"You need someone. I can't allow you to live by yourself. You're still a child."

Musa felt the anger swell inside of her. "A child?"

"You're not an adult Musa. You need to be with someone else, someone to take care of you."

"I have been through more than an average child has in the last two years. Last time I checked, you never paid child support. You never watched me take my first step, graduate from the sixth grade, watch my first vocal lesson, or sing my first solo. You shouldn't get to decide whether or not I should have to live with someone else anyways. And I don't need anyone to take care of me. I've done it for the last three years!" Musa shouted at James, letting out all of the steam building up inside of her before slouching down into the chair.

James was taken back, speechless of the girl's outbreak. Honestly, he did not have any response for her except he was sorry. He was just as confused and scared as she was.

"I'm sorry." Musa muttered before examining her cuticles to avoid eye contact with James.

"You're right. I wasn't there for you and I am sorry. But in my defense, I didn't know you were alive either Musa. Your mother never told me she was pregnant."

Musa looked up, observing James. Was her trustworthy? Could she actually trust this man. For he didn't look to be a liar. Instead he looked like an honest man who was telling the truth. She was normally good at depicting who was lying and who wasn't.

"She never told me who my father was. When my aunt was sick she wrote down your name and told me that this was my father and that I should know who you are before she passes away."

"Musa," James began to speak but Musa cut him off. "I'm sorry to show up here, unexpected and to make a scene. And I'm sorry that you don't know who I am. You live your rich fancy lifestyle and I'll go back to living my life. I just need you to sign these papers, please." Musa pleaded, the desperation was evident in her face.

If he signed these papers, he was forfeiting his rights to his only daughter that he never knew he had. His mind was racing and he still couldn't grasp onto the fact that he had a daughter he never knew about and that Scarlet was dead. It broke his heart more ways than one.

"Musa, who is going to take care of you?"

"I told you, I can take care of myself. I have plenty of money saved up from my mother's and my aunts savings that I can live by myself, pay for college, and live in an okay lifestyle until I am twenty-two. If you don't sign these papers, then I have to go into a foster care. I can't live in a foster care. I don't need to live in a foster care for seven months. I don't need anyone else to care for me or pretend that they want me there," Musa glanced down at the papers and urged James to sign them. The only thing she wanted to do was crawl under the desk and hide or run home and forget that she had ever walked into her.

"Musa, I'm sorry. I can't let you live on your own. You're too young and I don't want you living by yourself. It's a dangerous world out there. I know you're strong," James paused, "You're just like your mother. But you need guidance and someone to make sure you're going to be okay."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Musa's voice became quiet and she felt a sudden rush of sadness overwhelm her. She wouldn't stay in a foster care home. She had no family or friends she could live with.

"Live with me here in Gardenia until you graduate. If you don't like it here, then you can leave and never talk to me or anyone else here again," James firmly made the decision.

"You don't even know me! I can't just live here with you."

"This is my chance too."

"I don't know..." Musa's voice trailed on. Honestly, she didn't want to live in Gardenia. She didn't trust this man who was supposed to be her father. She didn't feel comfortable with this decision. "It'd just be easier if you signed these papers and I could live on my own. I've been alone for all of these years, it's what I'm good at."

"Musa, please. I know I wasn't there for you. But this is my chance to be. Trust me, maybe some change here is exactly what everyone needs."

"Can I have some time to think about this? I need some air. This is overwhelming," Musa asked. If she didn't get out of this room, she was going to be sick.

"Of course," James stood up, leading Musa to the office door. He opened it up for Musa. "Come with me, I will lead you to the back of the house to the back porch. It's cold, but maybe some fresh air, like you said is what you need."

Musa nodded and followed him towards the door. She walked down another hallway and through another one. They walked through the kitchen. If Musa hadn't been so spaced out about the conversation she just had, she would have taken the time to admire the cabinetry and the gallery kitchen.

"Thanks."

"No problem. I'll give you your space now."

Musa sat down on the porch swing and pulled her knees towards her chest. How had her life drastically changed for the last few minutes? One minute she was at the park and next she was outside at some rich man's house having a very deep, personal conversation with her father.

"Hey."

Musa looked up to find Sky himself standing next to her, looking down at her, holding a fabricated material in his hand. She recognized the material all too well.

"I brought you your coat. Your father asked if I would bring it out to you," Sky held out the coat for Musa to take.

"He's not my father. He's a sperm donor. But thanks," Musa knew she wasn't being fair. She was bitter and angry at the world. She took the coat and covered her upper body with it.

Sky calmly sat down on the bench next to her. "Want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about Sky," Musa snapped and kept her focus onto the snowy backyard. He was so filthy rich, it made her sick. She resented him that he never knew what it was like to live a hardship.

"Well I'm here for you," Sky smiled at her. His smile was so bright, he could light up a world. She never hated a smile more in her life then she did at that moment.

"Thanks. I want to leave." Musa stood up, brushing the specks of snow off of her jeans.

"Why don't you want to stay here with us? Gardenia is a great place to live," Sky jumped up, following the girl back to the inside of the house.

"No. I want to go home. I don't want to live here with you or that man or anyone else in this city. I want to go home. Do you not understand that?"

"If you're going to go home, at least let me take you home. It's the proper way for me to do so. I brought you here so it is only fair that you let me take you home," Sky insisted. He was always quite the gentlemen.

"No, it's a forty minute drive from here. If I leave now, I can still make it home before nine o'clock. You don't need to drive out in this weather. I am capable of walking to a bus stop and finding my own way home." Musa was as stubborn if not more stubborn then her mother.

Patiently, Sky followed her to the door. Before Musa could open the door, he placed his hand on it before letting Musa walk outside and leave. "No, I am going to take you home. It's my responsibility as your newly found friend to make sure you get home safely. You don't know your way around this area and something bad could happen to you. It isn't safe. There aren't nice people out there like I am." Sky looked straight into her eyes and gave her a wide smile.

Musa was taken back by his niceness. "Actually, why are you so nice to me?"

"Because when I look at you, I see myself. Lost and scared and so unsure of the world."

"I'm not any of that," Musa growled. He was spot on and it scared her knowing that someone could be so right about her without even knowing her.

"But you are. Yet you are proud and strong and you seem like the kind of person I would want to be friends with," Sky smiled again, showing off his dimples.

Musa stopped, leaning against the archway in the door. She frowned and fumbled with her pockets for the moment. "Sky, I don't get you. You come from this rich lifestyle and you are nice. Why?"

"Can I tell you a secret?" Sky whispered, leaning in towards Musa.

"What?"

"I don't want to act like my parents and my friends," Sky whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Like I told you, I'm Clark Kent. If you give Gardenia a chance, then it could save your world. Because I know it's saving mine."

Unable to speak a word, Musa nodded her head, understanding everyone of Sky's words.

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See that wasn't so bad was it?

I was going through my reviews for the first chapter, and I am the first person to start a Musa and Sky fanfic. Well there is that-creating history people! Anyways, review and let me know what you think. It's still under developed in a lot of ways but it definitely has potential in my eyes. So comment your hearts out!

As always, thanks for reading fanfiction-goers.