A/N: I re-did the story, so if you are confused go reread chapter 2. It has been changed. Oh and for those of you that don't know, I'm going slower because my story is just a jumbled puzzle in my head, you and I are just trying to sort it out.

A/N: I'd like to thank Princetongirl for being nice enough to review and add me to her alert list. At least I know someone is reading this.

Chapter 3 A Not So Scary Scare

Lights dimmed, silk sheets and comforter keeping her in place, Theresa was floating gently into a light sleep. She rarely dreamed. Dreams were for little boys and girls and those who still believed in fairy tale worlds, and Theresa Marie Lopez-Fitzgerald Crane wasn't a dreamer. Dreamers hesitated, dreamers lost, and dreamers felt pain and if there was one thing Theresa had learned from the Crane family is that dreams were for the weak and Theresa was anything but weak. But still, sometimes she thought about how her life had been if she had gone through with her dreams of a fashion designer. Would she have become a world famous designer having her creations worn by the rich and beautiful? Or would she have become a small town prom dress designer for Harmony High? It constantly bothered her. She knew she never would have been completely happy with her life and would have thought constantly about the road less traveled, but at least she would be a whole lot happier than she was now. Theresa knew should wouldn't of had to deal with always watching her back, whether for her 'enemies', whom she was risking her life for by the way, or her real enemies, the ones that wanted her to die. The people that would kill her directly by pointing a gun to her temple and wouldn't care who saw them shoot. Though Gwen and Rebecca had planned her death, they would carry out the plan over time and in a way that Theresa would realize what they were up to before they even got to the end themselves.

Fox was pretty sure that no one had noticed him, well anyone in his family anyways, during the party. Everyone was too wrapped up in either being joyous over the beautiful wedding or passing around money because of their bets. Fox had been in the latter group. Fox Crane was always in the action. Fortunately for him, he had taken a risky bet. He has bet that Theresa would do nothing through-out the entire ceremony, and even be a half-decent maid of honour. Thanks to his step-mommy Fox had made an easy grand. Only because no one believed that Theresa would stay calm. They had all watched as Miss Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald ran after Ethan pulling him this way and that, sometimes even literally. The whole world watched as she re-emerged from Bermuda as Mrs. Julian Crane. But it was never known why exactly she would go for the aging Crane. In the end, it was assumed that Theresa never really loved Ethan, but had truly been after the Crane money. It really wasn't such a big surprise, but according to local newspapers around Harmony, Theresa's family she had no want for the money.

Not that Fox cared. The drama that surrounded that girl's life was too complicated to dissect. No one could understand her, and she probably liked it better that way. Heading upstairs Fox looked around. Nothing had changed, not really. To anyone else it would seem as cold as and day before. But there were subtle changes. Around were more pictures. Some drawings clearly made by a two year old were displayed on the occasional hall tables beside the phones. There were pictures of a smiling young baby boy and as he neared his room they seemed much more frequent. It was odd, even pictures that weren't of her seemed to say Theresa really was the woman of the house. Fox suddenly came across a glimpse of a stain on the wall. The stain may been no bigger than his thumbnail, but it was one stubborn stain. It never came off. Ivy had made the maids try several different cleaners. She had hired dozens of professionals, but they all claimed that nothing was going to get the stain out, and she had better just cover it up with a new paint. Unfortunately for Ivy Ethan's childhood room had been in this hallway, and had refused to sleep in another room. Ivy, not one to disrupt precious young Ethan's sleeping habits, had decided instead to put a table in front with pictures covering up the larger part of it.

Fox smiled fondly as he stopped to get a better look. But as he drew his face nearer, he saw a picture he had never seen before. It was of a family, a large family. There were four children in the picture, three boys and one girl. The mother had a round belly that suggested another child on the way, while the father had his arms surrounding the mother's shoulder and around the tallest son. Pride seemed to seep through his eyes. The children had eyes of mirth, and seemed agitated, though happy, that they had been pulled from their play. The mother was the one person that Fox fixated on though. She had caring, worn eyes. She was tired, no mistaking that, but she seemed to radiate energy. Fox remembered those eyes belonging to Pilar. The head maid at the mansion had always spent what little time she had to make sure that Fox was alright. Though she never liked his nickname she had respected his will to be independent even at his young age. The only rife between the two was her daughter. Since Fox had always had a special affinity to annoying the young girl, Pilar had scolded him more times than anyone ever had even up to this point. Deciding to continue on his silent journey to his room Fox picked himself up back to normal height and took the last few strides to his room. With the slightest click he opened and closed the door behind himself and began to remove his clothes completely unaware to the seemingly asleep figure in the bed.

Theresa had re-awoken as she heard the patter of feet in the hallway. She stiffened her body in response. She hoped that it was Ethan and not someone else, though even a visit from Ethan would annoy her just the same, an attack would bring up discussions that she wasn't up to having at this point in her life. The feet stopped somewhere along the hallway and she heard nothing anymore. 'That's odd.' Theresa kept her guard up for a couple more seconds before relaxing back into her fluffed pillows once more. The silence of the room was comforting; it helped her that no one was awake around. Next door to her room, mood music slowly played its way into Theresa's head.

"I guess Gwen decided to unintentionally annoy me tonight. Just when I was falling asleep! I don't need the noise of those two doing the tango!" Theresa muttered underneath her breath, her drooping eyes fluttering back.

Click!

'That's not Gwen and Ethan!' Theresa let her breathing turn to that of someone sleeping. The figure began to remove their clothing. She could hear the person un zipping their pants. Theresa had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't Ethan, since Ethan was already in the next room with Gwen. 'That better not be Julian!!!' The figure slowly approached the bed. Theresa prepped herself to go into her vulnerable place. She needed to keep up her front. It wouldn't matter who the figure was, she was in a mansion filled with people, if she screamed people at the pier would hear her. The steps stopped as the bed creaked with the added weight and all over Harmony a toe curling scream could be heard from the lips of the young mistress as Fox Crane fell into bed with her.

REVIEW! THE PURPLE BUTTON DEMANDS TO BE CLICKED!!! Reviewing helps me know what you guys want. Here are the choices:

a) To go canon from here in the story giving a twist on what Theresa is really doing.

b) To go canon from where the show is now and show what Theresa is doing to stop the blackmailer.

c) Just make up stuff and through it in to make this AU.

d) Something else you guys want.

I have ideas for a)-c). If you guys want something else just tell me! Ciao! Au Revoir! Goodbye! Auf Wiedersehen! Adeus! and Ja Ne!

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