"You… you have uh—a daughter?" Louisa Clark was dumbstruck. A daughter? Will would have mentioned if he had a daughter. Assisted suicide wouldn't even be on the list if he had a daughter. But Louisa looked at this young girl that was standing in the middle of her future self's living room. She even looked like him, same colored eyes and aura that seemed to suffocate her with different memories of Will.

This was a mirage of some sorts. Will definitely knew that he was dreaming now. Not a good dream, maybe it was a nightmare? Will never recalled having a daughter and if by some chance he did impregnate a woman, they would most definitely tell him. A daughter—a child! It was enough to make his head spin, not literally of course. He felt nauseous as if he knew that this girl wasn't lying to his future Clark. His heart hurt as he wondered exactly how a woman could have gotten away with his own blood.

So he stared. He stared at the girl who looked around at Louisa's flat as he silently breathed out a sigh of relief that she was fully capable of using her legs and arms. He stared as she asked older Louisa questions about her job and apartment. He heard Clark say something to him but couldn't register the exact syllables that had slipped out of her parted lips that also stared in wonder at the teenager.

"Will, Will! Look at me!" Will looked at his present Lou. She was stealing side glances at his spawn as she opened and closed her mouth like a fish. "How could you—You have a daughter, Will! And you decide to kill yourself and not tell me? What the h—"

"You thought I knew about this, Clark? You thought I knew? Of course, I didn't know, Louisa! Of course, I would have said something! I'm not that cunning!" He huffed out in what seemed to be his only breath that had been taken since looking at his daughter. The shock was racing through his veins, trying to keep up with his heart's fast beating and his head's rapid speed of spinning. Everything hurt emotionally.

It hit him. It literally hit him. He never got to meet his daughter! If he had known—His own living, breathing kid was standing right in front of him, but he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to yell at her, scream that he wasn't dead. But he was.

William Traynor; whiz-kid, adrenaline junkie, businessman, and now father, was dead.

Heartbroken.

Non-existant.

He wanted to move his arms and envelope her in a hug, but he couldn't even move his hand.

Older Louisa looked at Lily, Will's daughter. "I'm going to get a drink. Would you like something?" Always the hostess, Clark.

"I'll have a Coke. Unless you've got wine." Will wanted to laugh at this girl's antics. Like father like daughter.

Of course, Louisa had to ask for the girl's age, a real stepmother she would have been. Will blinked back the comment. Slow down, buddy.

Older Louisa moved to the kitchen. "I don't understand. Will didn't have children. I would have known." She paused for a moment. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Finally, at least she wasn't the only one thinking it, young Lou thought. Was this a joke? Will said that he would have told her if he had known, but she somehow seriously doubted it. Will hid is suicide from me. He hid a lot of things from his parents.

Besides, Louisa had no doubt that Will hadn't romanticized a lot of women back then. This girl could have happened to stumble on a photo of her mother and Will at some fabulous party. Maybe Will was telling the truth and this girl wasn't, she was just glad that her older self-had some sense to even ask.

Lily questioned her question. Older Lou responded with, "Will and I talked… a lot. He would have told me." Exactly.

Will looked to his daughter. She seemed to be around sixteen. "Yeah. Well, turns out he didn't. And I need to talk about him to someone who is not going to freak out like the rest of my family does every time his name is mentioned." Will pondered this for a second. Houghton-Miller. Seemed familiar but not familiar enough to remember spending the night with one.

"I'm hardly going to say it as a joke. I mean, yeah. My real dad: some sad bloke in a wheelchair. Like that's funny." Young Louisa looked over to her sad Will. He hung his head as best as he could.

She was angry too. Will felt guilt well up inside of him. So much, he might as well have drowned. His daughter was angry at him, it was easy to see. So very clear.

Older Louisa asked her about her family but his daughter just asked for a cigarette.

Does she smoke because of me? Did I do this to my daughter?

"My mother is called Tanya. Tanya Miller. She's married to my stepdad, who is called Francis Stupid F-face Miller." Will raised his head at this. Tanya? He shook his head.

"Nice name," Louisa replied.

Older Louisa stared at Lily for awhile before saying, "Lily, before we go on there's something I need to—"

She interrupted her. " I know he's dead. I mean, that was how I found out. There was some documentary on television about assisted suicide and they mentioned his name and Mum totally freaked out for no reason and ran to the bathroom and F-face went after her so obviously I listened outside. And she was in total shock because she hadn't even known that he ended up in a wheelchair—" The girl kept rambling, but Will and Louisa didn't hear the rest. It was real.

Will had a daughter.

And he never knew.

They snapped out of their trance when hearing Louisa ask Lily a question. "So what did you do?"

"I Googled him, of course. And I found you."

Will's daughter.

Will.

Daughter.

What?

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