Tina nodded; Bette kissed Angelica’s fingertips and left the room.  Once outside, Bette turned on Tina, “Why didn’t you call me earlier?  She’s my daughter just as much as yours and you don’t call me!”

            “Calm down, she’s fine.  She’s my daughter and I was handling it.  Stop being a control freak!” said Tina harshly.

            “Me?  A control…,” began Bette.  Stopping, remembering that Jo said the same thing on a number of occasions, and Bette was starting to think that Jo was right, she did have to let the world turn on it’s own once in a while.  “You’re right.”

            “I’m…  I’m right?” asked Tina oddly.  Blinking, thinking that Bette was acting rather un-Bette-like. 

            “I’m sorry,” said Bette.  “You’re right, you called when everything had been sorted out.  Angelica is fine, and we should focus on that.”

            Tina reached up, feeling Bette’s forehead, “Yeah, you’re running a fever.  Doctor…” called out Tina in jest.  “I think she’s burning up…”

            “Stop it,” grumbled Bette, slapping Tina’s hand away playfully.  Both of them laughing at each other, Bette swung an arm over Tina’s shoulder, steering Tina back into the room.  “Let’s go see our daughter.”

            Saying nothing, Tina let Bette lead her into the room, opening the door and both women went to Angelica’s bedside, and for a moment in time, they were a family again. 

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            “So, where are you?” asked Helena into the phone as she slipped the dishes into the dishwasher.  She had yet to move out of Shane’s, thinking that it was cozy enough for the moment.  Getting on her feet, and this time, not splurging her family money as if it were her own, wanting to build something that would be solely hers.

            “Umm…,” a pause at the other end of the line.  “North Carolina,” answered Quin.  “How is mother doing?”

            “All right, but I have a feeling she knows what we did,” chuckled Helena, turning and going into the living room. 

            “Of course she knows, she’s fucking Peggy Peabody.  She knew the instant I ran off to play with Ebony Dawn, but she ran back to you nonetheless,” smiled Quin over the background din.  Putting a finger to her ear, listening to Helena at the other end of the country, the party around her was getting underway.

            “The new shows are well on their way,” began Helena.

            Quin interrupted her, “I don’t care.  Helena that was always your calling, not mine.  I put aside my life for long enough.  I’m hitting LA in about a week, I’ll visit mother and make sure that everything stays the way it is.  With YOU as head of the production company, and me… playing my heart out, we agreed that this is what it is supposed to be like, mother just has to get used to her girls doing what they do best.”

            “On that note, I was wondering if you’d be interested in scoring a movie?”

            “A movie?” asked Quin, a sexy dark haired woman walking behind her, trailing a finger down the length of Quin’s back.

            “Yes, the Emily Black project?  The attempted rape scene comes to mind…  A powerful guitar solo in the background… drawing you in…”

            “Hmmm, I’ll think about it…,” sighed Quin, turning into the woman and letting her emerald green eyes wash over her.  A hungry smile gracing Quin’s face, hardly listening to Helena now.

            “Think about it?  We have a meeting with Rachel LeBeau in less than a week’s time, and I’d like to have a few chips on the bargaining table when I meet with her.  The woman just shot what is going to be an Oscar contender it seems,” said Helena, waving hello to Shane, who was just coming into the house.

            “I’ll think about it…  I’ll call you tomorrow…,” said Quin, snapping the phone shut and slipping it into her jacket.  Taking the hand of the dark haired woman and leading her into one of the back rooms of the club.  Forgetting LA for a minute, forgetting her mother and, god willing, all the insanity in her life, just concentrating on being for a few moments.