To the anon(s) who complained about Connor becoming a father so young: I won't change it. Indeed, Connor was really young when he he got Amy in this story, but since my cousin is the best example that you're able to have a baby at 18 and become a doctor too, it's possible. And don't forget. Connor has a rich backround. So money probably wasn't a problem when he was younger. Despite that I never told how old he is in my fanfiction. Furthermore I don't force anyone to read or like my script. So if you don't like the idea of having a teenager you're not forced to read it. And please: Don't forget. This isn't reality. It's just a fanfiction. Since we know he doesn't have a teenager in the show, you can complain about Amy being a fictional character too.

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"I want to go home. Right now", Amy protested, sitting in the car, right next to her father, who rolled his eyes.

"Do I look like I love to drive, while having 86 degrees fahrenheit outside and without a working air conditioner?"

"So, why are we here?"

"Because we have to talk."

"Are you kidding me? You're abducting me for a ride to the boarder of Canada just to talk?"

"I'm not abducting anyone."

"Then, how do you call that? You stole my phone, activated the childlock without letting me out for over…"

She looked at her watch.

"3 hours, 23 minutes and 15 seconds."

Rhodes didn't answer, just focused on the street.

"You know what? I hope that wound from the tube will cause an infection and if that happens, I'm dying."

"You won't."

"I'm sure you would throw one of the biggest parties."

That was too much. Rhodes turned right, stopped when he entered one of the parking lot.

"What are we doing?"

He didn't respond, just turned off the engine, looked at her in a serious way.

"Alright, Amy. Why are you keep saying things like that?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Is that really what you think about me? That you're just a note on my bank account?"

She didn't answer, just remained in silence.

"Listen, I know what your mom meant to you. And I won't fill that lack. And it's not fair, and bad and I'm sure you miss her. But you're still my kid, my daughter. And you will be always the connection between Sophia and me. Although we split up two years ago."

"Great. Can we go on driving?"

Connor sighed, shaking his head, then starting the engine again. Even if he was sure, that he recognized tears in her eyes, she was able to let him feel miserable within minutes…

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Finally they didn't came far. The car stopped on their way to the cabin, so Connor prefered to search for a car repair shop. Since it already closed that day, they had to find a Motel to spend the night, until they continued their way to the mountains.

It was already midnight when they entered the room of their apartment.

To Amys sorrow there wasn't as much space, as she hoped for.

"Where is the second room?"

She searched for another bed, but failed.

"Oh no. Don't tell me we have to share the whole place together."

"Looks like it, huh?"

"I'm gonna sleep in the bath tube. There is a comfy bathroom, right on the floor"

"Sure, ready for any stranger who's coming in to have a crush on teenagers. Forget it."

"Come on. Everything is better than sharing a room with you. You're snoring."

"How do you know?"

"I was a kid who slept in his parents room."

Connor smiled weakly. For a minutes she couldn't help and chuckled too.

"Really?"

"I think so. But maybe I have another Dad?"

"What?"

Amy shrugged with her shoulders.

"Before I turned 12 I had another Dad", she repeated more clear.

"Excuse me?…"

Connor wanted to ask something else, when she already stepped away.

"I'm gonna take a shower. See you later."

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"What did you mean by saying you had another Dad?"

Amy changed the channel and sucked on her lollipop. The TV program seemed boring and sucked. But it was better than continuing his question and answer game.

"Hello, young lady? Is there anybody home?", Connor waved in front of her eyes, while lying on his side of the bed.

Amy wasn't ready to answer. She ignored his question, like she ignored him before.

Instead of responding, she hit another sensitive point.

"It was moms idea to keep me, wasn't it?"

"Excuse me?"

"You were in college when you became a father. Don't tell me a college student would chose to have a baby at this age."

"Are you playing Harakiri with me?"

"What?"

"It's a japanese name for someone who ist punishing himself to have a reason for others to get him killed. Again: Why all these questions?"

"How about answering?"

Connor groaned.

"Okay. Yeah, I won't lie to you. It was a shock and I was surprised. But we had enough trust that there was a way to figure something out."

"We? Does this mean mom or you?"

"We means me. You probably won't believe me, but your mom was the one, who hesitated."

"You're lying."

„I didn't expect anything else. You hate yourself, don't you?"

Amy bit her lips.

„Come on. I've seen the scratches on your arms. And don't tell me, you fell from the stairs or you accidentaly shaped your skin. You don't have to be a doctor to know about self-harm."

"If you're so sure, why do you want to know?"

"Because sometimes talking is much better than hiding everything inside."

"Depends on the one you're talking to, right?"

"Maybe."

She turned off the TV.

"I'm tired. I'm gonna get some sleep."

Connor looked at her in surprise, but shut off the light when she crawled to her side and closed her eyes.