Anna (whose name was Lizzie just a few hours before), couldn't believe that she was finally in the same room as her mother. In the front row of the dark theater, Anna watched in awe as she finished up on stage. Donna Paulsen was the most beautiful woman that she had ever seen, and she was all hers. For a few days, at least.

As the rehearsal ended, the house lights came on, illuminating the mostly empty seats. Her mother found her at once and waved. "Honey, I'll be right there. Let me grab my stuff."

Anna crossed her fingers for luck as she moved out of the row of seats. She shifted nervously from foot to foot as she waited not so patiently. Please like me. Please like me. Please like me. Before she could get too worked up, her mother was back.

"There you are!" Donna beamed. "I'm so sorry. We ran later than usual."

Instead of replying, Anna took two big steps forward and practically launched herself into her warm arms.

With an amused gasp, Donna squeezed her tight. "Wow." She gushed. "I wish I got this reaction every day."

Anna never wanted to let her go, but eventually she had to. "I just missed you so much."

Donna's eyes, the same color as her own, stared down at her. A brief flicker of concern shone through, but it blinked out quickly, like a candle. "I haven't heard you say that since you were in kindergarten."

An uneasy feeling settled deep down in Anna's gut. If she could read people just like her mother, then her mother could read people just like her. She would have to be extra careful with getting things right. She wasn't ready to give her up just yet.

"Was everything okay at school today?" Donna wrapped an arm around her shoulder and they walked out of the theater.

Anna groaned. "You talked to Rachel, didn't you?"

Donna smirked. "I may have."

"I'm really fine, mom."

"I'm your mother. I'm allowed to worry about you."

They made it to the lobby, where Donna stopped so that she could get a good look at her. Her hands moved to Anna's warm cheeks. Anna reveled in the material affection that she wasn't used to.

"You know that you can tell me anything, right?"

It was hard not to get lost in her mother's gaze. I'm not Anna, I'm Lizzie! She wanted to confess, but her heart stopped her. What if she didn't want to know the real her? What if she was disappointed? Anna wanted more time with her. No, she needed more time with her, so she kept the secret to herself.

"I know, mom. I promise."

"Good. Now let's go get some dinner. You must be starving."


Across town, Lizzie couldn't get over how amazing the view was from her father's penthouse apartment. With her face pressed against the glass, it felt like she was floating high above the city skyline.

"Lizzie? Earth to Lizzie."

Lizzie turned to face her father with a confused frown. That wasn't her name. Oh wait. It was now.

"Yeah, dad?"

Harvey placed a large bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and then sat down on the black leather couch. "The show's about to start."

Lizzie pushed her hair behind her ears. "Oh yeah. Sorry, dad. I forgot."

"How could you forget about Survivor? I'm hurt," he teased.

She quickly crossed the room and sat down beside him. So far, switching places was not going as planned. It was hard pretending to be someone else in a new place, with people she'd never met. Luckily, her father was everything she had imagined him to be, and more.

"Who do you think they're going to vote off this week? My money's on Sarah."

Her twin had failed to tell her about Mike, but she had at least clued her in about the cast of Survivor. "Jeff. Definitely Jeff."

Harvey stared at the screen in contemplation, which gave Lizzie a chance to study his handsome features. Why would anyone let a man like him go?

"Do I have something on my face?" He turned his head towards her and gestured towards his face. "You've been staring at me all night."

Lizzie grinned. "I just like you, dad."

"And why do you keep calling me 'dad', Liz."

"What else should I call you, dad?"

Harvey let out a deep chuckle before his focus was pulled back to the TV again.

Lizzie spoke before really thinking about it. "Do you want to know why I keep calling you dad?" When he looked to her for an answer, she realized that she had no idea what to say. The truth wasn't an option. There was no way that she was going to give up her time with him so soon. Instead, she settled on another truth. "It's because you're the best dad in the whole world."

"What do you want?" he teased. "You've been awfully nice to me tonight…even after what happened earlier."

Lizzie's eyes welled up. "Just you, dad."

Harvey's eyes did too. "Come here, kid." He wrapped his arm around her and they settled into the show. His comforting presence made the stressful day worth it.