One Chance at the Truth - A MLB Fanfic

Intermission

A/N: I'm sorry, guys. 

I never thought to make sure I posted the chapter I wrote several months ago. 

I thought I'd updated. I didn't. I can't remember why, or what happened.

Here it is now. Sorry...

You know it, you love it, we're back with another intermission featuring everyone's favorite, Zoé!

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Zoé Lee had never lived what she could describe as a normal life.

She'd been born in America, merely years before her parents would divorce. And naturally, when they did, the most she got from her father was her aunt, to take care of her while he was working all the time. Sure, she grew up spoiled with anything she wanted, anything she thought to ask for, but she craved attention-- and that, she never got.

That was what made her different from Chloe. While they'd grown up mostly the same, her father had waited on her hand and foot. Zoé's father had hardly been around. Maybe that was why they'd turned out so differently.

When she was maybe twelve, her father had decided that he was going to open another business in his spare time, instead of spending it with his daughter. Zoé had opted to go to a boarding school for a while, trying to fit in with girls who also were from rich families, but didn't get to see them often. It wasn't long before she realized that she didn't even want that-- she wanted to grow up like a normal teen, with normal surroundings, and without so many luxuries holding her back from that. Not to mention she longed to be in France instead, closer to the family that actually paid her attention.

Her mother had recently moved back to Paris, so she went to visit and meet her half-sister for the first time. Chloe was a brat, refusing to accept her or her passion for acting. Her mother was always busy and often mixed up her daughters' names. Paris was busy with new superheroes emerging at that time-- Chloe was often the target.

To say the least, Paris was a mess, and she didn't stay for longer than a month.

Zoé had finally decided to get a change of scenery, moving to what she hoped was her final destination. A boarding school in northern France, away from her crazy family, but in the midst of French culture.

Zoé had always planned on returning to Paris one day, but as the supervillain situation gradually got worse, she had started to hesitate. Maybe it was better to avoid that?

Still, she had gotten along well with her stepfather before, and kept in touch with him, at least. André had some sides to him that not even his own daughter seemed to recognize-- all anyone ever saw was the mayor of Paris, but it turns out he was very supportive of what Chloe wanted because he was afraid of holding her back. It was something she longed for, really. Zoé hadn't seen or heard from her father in years.

All she got from him was a gift on her birthday each year-- the same thing, every year, with no note attached. Whether her father had a reminder set for this day every year, or actually did remember that he had a daughter and she had a birthday, it didn't matter. Zoé was content to receive a check and a pack of her favorite American candy every year.

Her family situation was sad, to say the least. And really, really complicated. But she'd gotten over it, because she had friends here in Quimper, and she had a future in acting.

Zoé refused to let herself long for anything more, because when she had, she'd caused a disaster. Six months ago, to be exact, when a brief visit turned into a week-long endeavor with her stepfather.