Krystal left her daughter's home to find Erica standing on the driveway, clearly waiting for her limo driver.

"Get in, I'll drive you home." Krystal offered, as she headed for her car. Not wanting it on her conscious if she left Erica shivering in the cold, she really wasn't dressed for this kind of weather. Maybe then they could talk!

"No, no I'm fine." said Erica waving her off.

"Don't be a fool." cried Krystal, "It's freezing out. As mad as Bianca is at you right now, I don't think she wants to find you frozen to death on her driveway tomorrow morning."

"I said I'm fine!" Erica stubbornly called back.

But Krystal had had enough of Erica's stupid games for one night.

"Erica, get in the god-damn car!" she barked.

Erica looked shocked at Krystal's outburst, but was surprisingly meek as she gave in and climbed into the passenger side.

"That's better." said Krystal, still in a little mad as she fastened her seatbelt and started the car.

…

Erica was starting out of the window in a stony silence as Krystal drove across town. But before they got to the turning for the Yacht Club, Krystal turned right, a junction too soon.

"What's going on?" Erica asked as Krystal pulled in at the viewpoint that overlooked the lake.

"That's what I want to know." demanded Krystal, switching off the engine and turning in her seat to stare at Erica. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Take me home!" demanded Erica.

"What happened?" asked Krystal, ignoring her request. "I thought we were getting along. I thought you were happy that our girls had found each other. What's changed?"

"Your daughter changed. You heard her admit it?

"Are you deluded or something? What has her wanting to quit her job at the bistro in order to follow what has always been her dream job, got to do with you accusing her of having an affair with Scott?"

"She has her memory back. It's just a matter of time before she goes back to being straight!"

Krystal shook her head in disbelief.

"I was right you are deluded. Do you have that little faith in people? Is that the real reason you're always bouncing from one relationship to the next? My daughter loves your daughter. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of that! Why for one second would you believe that Marissa would hurt Bianca?"

"Because she's your child, yours and David's. The apple never rots far from the tree!"

Krystal gave an incredulous laugh.

"You know some days I just want to slap you! I thought we were over this. We worked together… I saved you neck when the riot started. I thought there was a chance that we could be, if not friends, at least civil to each other."

"You were mistaken." said Erica coldly.

"But all that work we did with the press was so our girls could be happy together! We made a good team!"

"I was only there for Bianca's sake."

"No," said Krystal staring Erica in the eye. "You did it for my daughter and AJ!"

"You can think what you like." said Erica, looking away. "I know I'm right! Your daughter was straight before the shooting, she'll revert back. They always do! They always leave my daughter in a mess and I'm the one who has to put her back together!"

"But can't you see, you're the one making the mess!" Krystal just stared at Erica and sighed. "Maybe you can't see it because you weren't there when fell in love, you don't know."

Krystal licked her lips before continuing.

"Marissa loves your daughter. When she came out to me, she was so terrified, but she didn't know I'd already guessed it. You just had to watch the two of them together. Marissa would always just, light up whenever Bianca stepped into the room and any conversation would always come back to Bianca, something she did or something she said. When she was with her she became a whole other person, she became fearless. And in the short window between her trying so hard to deny her feelings and pushing Bianca away, to her realising the truth, you have never seen a sadder face in the world. Marissa loved Bianca before the shooting just as much as she loves her now. That's not going to change!"

"I don't have to listen to this!" snapped Erica, angrily, opening her door and stepping out of the car.

"Where are you going?" Krystal called.

"I'm walking," Erica shouted back, marching across the parking lot in the direction of the lights of the Marina. "And I'm not wrong!"

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