Finding Me

27

Standing outside Bryan's office, she froze...she could see Derrick and his greasy man bun sitting on top of the desk. And her fingers found her rings again. 

"Alright, let's do this." Adam sighs opening the office door. 

"Do my eyes deceive me or is it, Hansel and Gretal?" Derrick asks as Bryan turns around from his bookshelf. 

"Hey, kids." Bryan gives a sweet smile.

"Look Bri Bri, It's Felicity all the way from Los Angeles. You'd think living in the land of the stars she'd at least get some proper tits. A boob job can't be that expensive can it," Derricks smirks. 

Rage overcomes Felicity and she goes to assault the man, but she's stopped by Lindsey who firmly grasps her waist and pulls her back. But Lindsey is only one man and though Andrew knew that Adam was angry, he didn't expect him to punch Derrick in the jaw. But he does. 

"ADAM!" Bryan bellows. 

"You might think it's okay to just let him sit there and talk to my baby sister like that but I sure as hell don't," Adam growls holding his hand where the knuckles are already starting to bruise. 

"I was just joking, Jesus. And she's hardly your baby sister. She crawled out of the same hole at the same time you did." Derrick growls, his hand rubbing at his jaw where he got hit.

"Okay, that's where I draw the line. Derrick...get out. Just get out." Andrew spits.

"Why, they didn't crawl out of your sister. They crawled out of some other woman. Probably a stripper-or a drug addict. Strung out on cocaine and heroin."Derrick spits. 

"Well, you got one of those right. I was addicted to cocaine-oh in the 70s. I was twelve-ish years sober when I got pregnant." Stevie breaks in. 

Derrick's eyes go wide and he starts grabbing at Bryan's bicep. "Bri Bri, that's Stevie Nicks...this is, this is great. Fleetwood Mac-deep dark secret. I wonder what my dear old colleague Kristen Messner would think?"Derrick finally registers Lindsey. 

"She knows. And she loves me so your loss." Felicity gives a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Bitch." Derrick huffs. 

"Enough Derrick. Baby girl how've you been. It's been a while. Are you okay, you doing good?" Bryan asks going over to her and placing his hands on her biceps and she shivers at the contact.

"I've been fine. I live in a nice four-bedroom home in Santa Monica California. I drive a Dodge Journey and I have a great job." Felicity shrugs backing off of Bryan and burrowing closer to Lindsey.

"Look, I know this comes as a shock and you have to know that I am so sorry." Bryan shakes his head.

"Sorry doesn't change anything. You still victimized 24 women including Charlotte. You disowned me as soon as the date turned to May 22nd. You mentally abused me for years and you let Derrick treat me like that." She spits. 

"I know, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have and you have every right to be angry at me but you're still a Keith. And right now, we have to stand together to get through this all." Bryan says.

"But I'm not a Keith. You signed over your parental rights you're not legally my father anymore and when I met my actual father, I took his last name. I'm Felicity Buckingham now." She looks at her biological father and lays her head on his shoulder. 

"The only reason I haven't changed my last name is simply that I have three of my own children and I don't want to go through changing all of their names to Buckingham," Adam says after a moment of silence. 

"Then why are you here, if you're not going to support us why bother even coming." Derrick shrugs.

"To inform you that we'll be testifying against you. We've supported the President's decision to let you go and we'll be siding with the University in the trial next week. To also tell you, that once we leave here, you'll be served with a termination form. Even though I am 25 years old, I am emancipating myself from you. You'll lose all attachment to Keith Accounting and you will no longer legally be my father. After all of this is over, Felicity and I are going to file adoption with our parents. Revoking the papers that they signed when they put us up for adoption 24 years and 11 months ago." Adam explains.

"Son, you don't really mean that do you?" Bryan asks as sadness that Felicity's never seen before forms behind his eyes.

"I am not your son, and yes I do really mean that. I don't want to have any more associations with you. Mom, Dad, Uncle Andy, Felicity, Brooke...let's go." Adam states heading for the door. 

***

Sunday Night, before the trial starts, Stevie and Lindsey were laying in their bed in their hotel suite room at The Westin, when Stevie lets out a shaky and breath and rolls over latching onto him and placing her head on his chest.  They're laying pretty much in the middle as it is a King, Lily taking the spot on the right side of Stevie. 

"What are you thinking about?" He asks running his fingers through her long blonde tresses. 

"Tomorrow a trial is starting for the man that raised our kids. He's accused of Sexual Harassment and our daughter and our son are going to be placed on the stands. Tomorrow, everything is going to come out, isn't it? Our little secret of having twins together is going to be out. Not to mention the fact that I got you fired two years ago. Literally two years ago today." She sighs. 

"It'll be fine. Steph, it's about time we've kept the secret for 25 years and yes. It's going to be one hell of a scandal but at our ages...I'd like to just have it out there." Lindsey replies as a knock comes at their door. 

"Come on in Dove," Lindsey calls as their daughter in her black and white polka-dotted pajama shorts and purple v-neck with her black cardigan thrown over her shoulders slowly trudges into the room. 

"What's the matter, baby?" Stevie questions. 

"I'm so scared about tomorrow." She sighs tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh Dove, come here." Lindsey sighs moving the blanket and she crawls in on the other side of him and lays her head on his left shoulder. 

"Can I just sleep with you guys tonight?" She asks.

Lindsey just kisses her head and lays his hand on the back of her blonde tresses.