Marissa came home, deep in thought about Caleb's offer and trying to work out what it would mean to her new family. She found Bianca hidden away in the office. Her girlfriend was staring intently at her laptop screen and clearly hadn't heard Marissa approach.

"Hi Honey, I'm home!" Marissa called from the doorway.

Bianca looked suddenly startled and quickly began clicking away at her laptop.

"You've come back already!" exclaimed Bianca, trying unsuccessfully to hide how flustered she was at Marissa's unexpected appearance. "Were the kids alright?"

"The kids were fine," said Marissa, suddenly worried by Bianca's furtive actions, she was clearly trying to hide what she had been looking at.

Marissa walked forward in order to lean down and kiss her girlfriend's cheek. At the same time she took the opportunity to peer at Bianca's computer screen. It only showed a screensaver made from a family photo.

"What were you looking at?" Marissa asked.

"Nothing." said Bianca, but there was a catch in her voice as she spoke.

"Bianca!" warned Marissa.

Bianca nervously licked her lips and looked down.

"I just… I wanted to do some research before we went to see Dr Stanhope."

"Research?"

Slowly Bianca clicked on a minimised icon and up popped a You Tube page, the video frozen in a swirl of two dark figures in a blur of movement.

"I just typed in my name and … there are so many videos. So many of this scene..."

Marissa could see the title now 'Erica Movie – Bianca rape'.

"It's not just this…" continued Bianca, a clear waver in her voice, "The TV movies …Even the hearing, when they televised my testimony in the courtroom; someone videotaped it and posted it online! It's all here, all of it!" Bianca looked so close to tears. "I just… I have to see what she saw! I have to be able to explain it to her. I have to…"

"Miranda…" Marissa whispered in realisation. "Oh, Bianca!"

Marissa dropped to her knees beside her girlfriend's chair. She quickly drew her into her arms, pulling her close. Bianca returned the embrace wrapping her arms tightly around Marissa's neck and clinging on fiercely as she tried to stop the tears from falling.

…

Eventually they pulled apart and Marissa reached up to wipe the traces of tears from Bianca's cheeks.

"You don't have to do this alone." she said softly, smiling comfortingly as she smoothed Bianca's soft skin.

Bianca let out a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a sob.

"But I have to do it…" she said quietly her eyes flicking to the frozen image on her computer screen.

"But not alone." said Marissa, firmly, grasping the sides of Bianca's face to turn her back to look at her. "You've got me now, okay. You're not alone in this so please don't shut me out."

Bianca gave Marissa a sorrowful smile.

"I don't …I won't." she whispered. "I love you."

"And I love you." said Marissa.

"But I have to do it…" she said again.

Steeling herself, Bianca reached up to click on play.

The video began, mid-scene, as the Cambias/Bennett character was throwing Bianca down on the couch. Natalie Portman was screaming, 'no, no, no', over and over again while Leonardo Di Caprio's character was jeering at her, telling her she wanted it. He ripped open her shirt …a hand reached up under her skirt… she was screaming, he was laughing…

Marissa just felt sick watching it. She couldn't imagine what Bianca was feeling. The scene was so brutal it was no wonder it had given Miranda nightmares. Marissa took Bianca's hand in hers and Bianca squeezed back crushingly tight as the video played through to the end. That 5.53 minute scene was all it had taken to ruin a little girl's life.

"Intense." said Marissa quietly, not sure what else to say.

Bianca somehow found a smile.

"It's not surprising they both won an Oscar's this year."

"Oh baby." sighed Marissa, making light of a situation was always a way for Bianca to hide her pain. Marissa stretched up on her knees in order to plant another kiss on her girlfriend's cheek.

"It's what happened." said Bianca flatly and pressed the replay button for the video to play through again.

Marissa despite her words couldn't bring herself to watch it again, instead she found herself watching Bianca's eyes: Watching as they seemed to scan every corner of the screen as if searching for the answer that would let her help Miranda.

When the scene was over she clicked play again… and again.

The fourth time Marissa reached up and stilled her hand.

"How many times have you watched this?"

"Not enough." said Bianca, a hint of desperation in her voice. "There has to be something I'm missing. There has to be something that will make this alright."

A sob escaped Bianca's lips and this time the tears came in earnest.

Marissa held on tightly as her girlfriend clung desperately to her. She didn't know what to say. There had to be some way to make this easy for Bianca… but this hadn't happened to her, it happened to Bianca… and Miranda wasn't her child she was Bianca's… but she wished, oh how she wished that she could find a way to take their pain away.

This hug lasted for a long time. Marissa's knees were cramping from the strange position she found herself in but she waited until Bianca had cried herself out and had gather back her strength.

When they pulled apart Marissa had a thoughtful expression on her face.

"You said they had the TV movies online as well." she said. "Would it help Miranda to see one of those instead? Replace that image with something milder. The one I saw, For the Love of a Child, that was all about her and what you went through to get her back…"

"But it also turned your mother and sister into monsters and turned JR into a saint. She's confused enough already by this. I don't want her to start questioning you and AJ and your family as well."

"Wasn't there another one though?"

"'A Victim of Hate', that TV movie is an entirely fictitious account of a woman who is raped and then sets out to murder her rapist only to be saved at the last minute by the man she loves. It's even less of the truth." Bianca's gaze returned to the computer screen. "This is the truth."

"But Miranda doesn't need to know that. She needs to think that it's all pretend. She needs to separate what happened on the screen from you."

Another thought struck Marissa even as she spoke.

"Are they still filming scenes for the Erica 2 movie? Maybe if she could meet the actors… see that they were only pretending to hurt each other, it would take some of the horror out of it?"

"Maybe…" said Bianca.

She looked back at Marissa, her expression a little less lost.

"We'll find a way." said Marissa taking both of Bianca's hands in her own, encouraged by Bianca's small smile at the gesture. "I'm here to help you find a way…"

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