Chapter 1- Homecoming
(Six Years Later)

Chloe was sitting in her study, trying to get through the mountain of paperwork currently on her desk, when she heard the front door of the manor slam, practically shaking the whole house. The slamming was followed by an exasperated yell. Chloe counted to twenty and by the time she made it to twenty the door to the study was opened, and in stepped her sixteen year old daughter. Her once blonde her, now a deep chocolate brown and hung in curls to the middle of her back. Her eyes were dark and her face showed her frustration.

"How was school, Em?" Chloe asked turning back to her work.

"Well to make my crappy week even worse, I have a Saturday detention, because Sarah wouldn't shut up and I got a little angry about it." She explained.

"Emily Elizabeth Queen, you know better then that." Chloe scolded.

"Yeah well, I'm failing History and I realise it's the only class I have with Sair and she is always talking, it's hard to concentrate."

"Well just try and ignore her."

"You think I haven't tried, you know what she's like. But no worries, I decided that if I was going down she was going down with me, so she's got detention as well."

"Emily, what did you do?"

"Not much, just made sure a teacher was around the next time she snuck out for a smoke." Emily said with a cheeky grin spread across her face.

"Ok Miss Mischief, why don't you go do your homework, if you still want to go to that party tonight, that is?"

"Wow, I get detention and can still go out?" Emily asked incredulously.

"Well it wasn't entirely your fault now was it? So yes you can still go out but you have to be home by 11:30, understand?"

"Thank you mummy, I'll be in my room." she said kissing her cheek then ran from the room.

"That girl will be the death of me." Chloe said reaching for her coffee.

"I see she's still giving you a run for your money there, Watchtower." She heard from the doorway. The voice was full of laughter, but Chloe dropped her mug and went pale. She grabbed some tissues and began to mop up the mess, not looking up. She began mumbling to herself

"You're not here. You aren't real. You died, I know you did." She kept repeating it until a hand on hers stopped her. Looking up, she looked into the eyes of the one man she loved with all her heart, the one man she thought she'd never see again.

"Are you real? Is it really you?" she whispered.

"I'm real." Was all he said before she flew into his arms, tears streaming down her face. She held to him like he was a lifeline that she never wanted to let go of. After a few minutes she pulled back with a suspicious look in her eyes.

"How do I know you are who you say you are?" she asked him. Knowing she wanted to be sure he was who he said he was, he looked into her eyes and answered.

"For our honeymoon, we told everyone we were going to Maui, but instead we stayed in Metropolis, in the Clocktower, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world. After Emily was born you got a tattoo of two angels on your left hip with mine and Emily's names underneath each. And you always shiver when I kiss you just here." He said, pressing a kiss to a spot just behind her right ear, the spot no one else had ever found. Without fail she gave a little shiver, and knew without a doubt it was him.

"It really is you." She said and kissed with six years worth of passion and longing. He kissed her back with equal fervour as she walked them over to the sofa near the desk. As things began heating up, they heard something smash upstairs, followed by another exasperated yell from Emily. The two instantly broke apart.

"Uh oh, that's not good." Chloe said looking to the ceiling.

"Shouldn't you go check on her? See what's wrong?" Oliver asked, curious about Chloe's lack of concern.

"I'll give her a minute first, just to calm down, otherwise I'm likely to have something thrown at my head." She told him.

"She often get this violent?" His concern for his daughter growing by the second.

"No, just at this time of the year, especially today. I thought she was handling it better. She's going out tonight and not locking herself in her room and blasting her music and crying, like she normally does, but maybe I was wrong." Chloe told him.

"What's bad about today?" he asked curious.

"It's six years ago today that I told her you had died. The official date of death is the day you disappeared, but this is the day that she feels the worst on. It's the day she remembers you dieing on, or at least knew that you had died."

"I'm sorry I put you both through that and I know you must have a million questions, but can we save them for another time. Today I just want to spent time with my family. Who knows maybe we can cheer up Miss Mischief upstairs. How 'bout you get her to the music room, I'll wait for her in there." Oliver suggested.

"I'll never be able to get her in there willingly Ollie, she hasn't been inside that room in six years." She told him solemnly.

"What do you mean?" He asked confused, he couldn't picture that room empty, all he could see was his little blonde haired angel with a sweet voice, playing the piano and singing.

"She doesn't play anymore, she doesn't sing, and she absolutely refuses to go into that room, she hasn't been inside since the night I told her about you. It was your special thing, you know that and without you around she never could bring herself to play again."

"Well we'll just have to change that, that is all I've been dreaming of for six years, well one of the things, to hear her play again."

"Ok, I'll get her down there just wait for us." She told him with one final kiss. She went upstairs to Emily's room and found her crying on her bed, clutching a stuffed toy to her chest, a Panda bear she named Snuggles, Oliver had brought back for her after a business trip he had been on when she was four. Chloe walked over and sat beside her on the bed. Brushing some hair from her face she asked.
"Hey sweetie, what's all the smashing about?"

"I'm sorry mum, I thought I could handle today, I mean it's been six years, shouldn't it be getting easier to deal with this by now?"

"I don't know sweetie, it's different with everyone, but how about you come with me, I have a surprise that I know will cheer you up and make this all better." Chloe said standing and pulling Emily up off the bed.

"I don't know mum, sometimes it feels like nothing can make this better." Chloe just shook her head and placed a hand over Emily's eyes, knowing that would be the only way she would get her to the music room.

"Ok close your eyes and no, peeking." She told Emily, and then led her from the room. Once they were inside the music room, she spotted Oliver at the piano. Hearing them enter he stood up and walked towards them. Chloe removed her hand and said,

"Ok, you can open your eyes now." Emily opened eyes and Chloe saw her stiffen as she realised where she was then gasp as she saw Oliver.

A.N. so here's the next chapter sorry it took so long. let me know what you think. i promise the next one will be up tomorrow. reviews are luv, so keep it coming. Luv yas, Emifaith.