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Prompt #67: First

Gregory laid back on the cot, ignoring the glaring white walls. The heavy metal door to the cell was slammed shut and locked hours ago. He folded his hands beneath his head and gazed up at the ceiling. Another person would say it was maddening to remember other firsts on his first day in prison. But, he couldn't help it.

The first time he saw Olivia.

The first times he held his children.

The first time she forgave him for one of his affairs.

The first time he found about one of her affairs.

The first time he saw Trey.

Prompt #68: Skin

"You know what to expect, right?"

Olivia nodded and reached for the tea pot. "The lawyers explained-"

"About the cavity search?"

She balked and looked up at Morris. She knew he was only trying to help. Since Gregory's arrest, he was once again a constant presence in their lives. She slowly nodded, ignoring the way her skin crawled as she forced herself to swallow her tea.

"Greg doesn't want you subjected to that," he said quietly. "He's put in a transfer request to a minimum security-"

"I don't want to wait that long." Pause. "I can't."

Prompt #69: Overdose

"There really wasn't much to clean up," he heard Morris say. "All the evidence points to you."

"I know." He took responsibility for Francesca's murder. It was by design that there was no shadow of doubt. No one needed to ever suspect Caitlin's involvement. Absolutely no one. She shot the other woman and then tried to console herself with painkillers and alcohol. If there was any blessing, it was that the near overdose robbed her of her memory. She didn't remember killing her.

"You could have at least left yourself room to get off on a technicality."

Prompt #70: Band

Olivia sat quietly, thumbing through the program. She didn't need to. She already knew the opera's plot. With the sounds of the orchestra warming up, she sighed and waited.

As she looked down, the rings on her left hand caught her attention. She only wore them when she was by herself, when no one would question her. She slipped the wedding band off, marveling at the sight of it. The diamonds encrusted on it glittered and she smiled, closing her palm around it. Keeping it as safe as the love in her heart for the man who slipped it on.

A/N: This is set between Chapters 20 and 21 of Stardust.

Prompt #71: Alcoholic

"Can I ask you something about Nan?"

Gregory looked up and nodded. Ever since he was a little boy, Trey always liked talking to him about Olivia. He never minded indulging him. "How come we don't talk about her being an alcoholic?" the sixteen-year-old asked quietly.

"Well," he began slowly, "it's in the past. Your grandmother hasn't had a drink in almost twenty years. She's worked hard at her sobriety."

The teenager nodded. "I'm proud of her," he said softly.

He smiled, so proud of the boy he could never claim as his son. "So am I, Trey."

Prompt #72: Spiteful

Olivia woke up, blinking in the late morning sunlight. The windows were open and she heard the chatter of conversation from the patio. "Here are the candles!" she heard Trey shout. She pushed herself up with a sigh and frowned. It was only her 50th birthday. She shouldn't feel so spiteful and resent it.

The phone rang and she reached out. "Hello?"

"You have a collect call from an inmate in the California State Prison System. Do you accept?"

A small smile danced on her lips. "Yes."

Crackle. "Happy birthday, Liv," he said and she held the phone closer.

Prompt #73: Need

Today was Christmas.

In prison, it passed like any other day. Gregory sat up in his cot, half-reading the book in his lap. This was all his days consisted of now. During her last visit, Olivia was worried. She also didn't like the lean frame of his body. But, she hadn't suffered through the three hots offered by the prison. Weight loss was inevitable.

"What do you need?" she asked, her eyes wide.

He shrugged. "Not much," he replied.

"But, for Christmas-"

He touched her hand. "Just visit."

She smiled, shaking her head. "You're still too slim."

Prompt #74: Pain

Olivia winced as her youngest child stomped up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door a few seconds later. "What was that about?" she asked.

Cole shrugged. "You name it, we fought about it. He's thirteen. I think we'd fight if I said the sky was blue."

"Teenage boys," she sighed, rubbing her head. "Sean was like that too." Except her older son fought with Gregory. She couldn't wait to tell him about this. She wanted him to know it wasn't just him who fought with his son. "They're painful years."

"For who?" he scoffed.

"Us. Naturally."

A/N: This is set a few years after Chapter 21 of Stardust.

Prompt #75: Bubble

Gregory looked up, watching an iridescent rainbow glow on the bubbles floating through the air. He watched one fall slowly and land on his little granddaughter's nose. Liv giggled uproariously and flung her hands over her nose. "It tickled!" she laughed, flinging her arms wide.

He smiled and gently blew a trail of bubbles through the wand. She scrambled into his lap and covered his hand with her own. She pressed her face next to his and blew dramatically. Then she turned to him and, with Olivia's eyes looking back at him, she smiled. "I like bubbles, Pop," she whispered.

Prompt #76: Weight

Olivia narrowed her eyes as her daughter walked into her office. "Darling," she asked as she stood to greet her, "don't take this the wrong way-"

"Mom," she groaned.

"But, have you put on weight?" She watched carefully as her daughter looked down and sighed. "Caity?" When she looked back up, a delicious smile was spreading across her face. "What's going-"

"I'm pregnant," she whispered.

She felt her jaw drop as she froze. "What?" she gasped. But, the tears in her daughter's eyes were impossible to ignore. She hugged her close and sighed her name.

Prompt #77: Instrument

"I think we should tell Olivia."

"You think you should tell her," Gregory pointed. "No one can ever know Caitlin killed Francesca, especially not Olivia."

Morris sighed. "There's no way we're going to get you out of here then until you are up for parole."

He sat back, mulling that statement. 2008 was still four years away. "Just in time for a presidential election," he murmured.

"Greg-"

"My daughter just gave birth to her first child. The child she thought she would never have," he said. "I won't be her instrument of ruin."

"Alright."

Prompt #78: Dependant

Olivia detested growing older. Hair dye and cosmetics could only hide so much. Her body was turning against her now. Her bones ached and, at some point, her hands had turned into her mother's.

"Put your glasses on," Gregory said, watching her squint at the computer screen.

She straightened her shoulders and shook her head. "I refuse to be dependant on them, darling. I didn't need them for the first six decades of my life. Why should I start now?"

He squeezed her shoulders and she frowned as he whispered, "Because you can't see a damn thing without them."

Prompt #79: Guide

Gregory was determined to walk out of prison the way he walked in: carrying nothing. But, over the course of his incarceration, he acquired things. Photos. Letters. Drawings from his granddaughter. So, he found himself walking through the prison gates holding a paper shopping bag with his mementos. He inhaled deeply, breathing air as a free man for the first time in a decade.

That's when he saw them.

Olivia stood by a waiting car, Caitlin and Sean at her side. He looked down, unsure. A moment later, she was at his side, guiding him forward. "You're home," she murmured.

Prompt #80: Track

This child was going to be the death of her.

In fact, if Olivia listened closely, she could hear her mother snickering from heaven. She sighed and took the bath towel as she searched for him. Luckily, Trey's wet feet left a set of tracks to follow. She entered her bedroom and sighed loudly. "Where oh where can my little Trey be?"

Giggling.

Silence.

She turned to what used to be Gregory's closet and opened the door. The child roared as he jumped out, grinning widely. She gasped dramatically and wrapped the towel around his naked body. "You scared me!"

Prompt #81: Lacking

Gregory let his fingers comb through Olivia's hair as she sighed. Her head rested on his chest as she hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid of losing him again. "You know," he began quietly, "I'm grateful for my time in prison."

She leaned up slowly and watched him carefully. "Why?"

His fingers danced against her cheek. "It humbled me." As she tilted her head, he continued, "I was lacking before, as a husband and as a father."

"Darl-"

He placed his index finger against her lips. "I forgot what really mattered. I needed to break myself."

Prompt #82: Curse

Olivia stopped herself from walking into the living room. Gregory and Trey stood by the tree, wrapping a string of lights around it. It was naughty to eavesdrop, but she couldn't help it.

"I can't believe you've never seen A Christmas Story," the boy said.

She bit back a smile and leaned against the doorjamb. "Is it on tv?" she heard Gregory ask.

"For twenty-four hours straight!"

"Wait. You watch the same movie for twenty-four hours?"

"Mom and I do! Her favorite part is when Ralphie curses and gets a bar of soap in his mouth."

A/N: This is set between Chapters 20 and 21 of Stardust.

Prompt #83: Haircut

"Don't you think it's weird the houses look alike?" Trey asked as the taxi turned onto Chester Square.

"As long as you know which one Nana lives in," he teased. But, it was impossible to miss. Olivia was waiting outside, her red pea coat like a beacon against the home's white exterior.

"There she is!" Trey exclaimed, jumping out.

He hung back for a moment, watching them embrace. Then, Olivia's arms were around him and she whispered, "You need a haircut, Gregory." He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they walked through the front door.

Prompt #84: The Morning After

Olivia opened her eyes and turned onto her right side. She blinked, watching the way his chest rose and fell evenly. She marveled at the silver flecks in his chest hair. Tentatively, she reached out and rested her hand over his heart. Still beating. He was real. He was here.

She sat up against the headboard, gently combing through his hair. After last night he was home again. In every way that mattered. She watched, in rapture, as his eyes slowly opened and turned up to her. "I'm sorry I woke you," she whispered as he reached for her hand.

Prompt #85: Sink

Gregory's heart pounded as he walked towards the table. He watched his children stand and face him. His eyes fell to her swollen stomach, the way she clasped her hands over it. His first grandchild was going to be a girl. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly, coming closer.

She nodded. "Good," she said with a grin. She reached out to hug him, but then she recoiled and his heart sank. Morris clearly reviewed the rules with them.

He turned to his son, who smiled kindly. "Is Cornell surviving another Richards?" he asked.

"It's still standing," he chuckled.

A/N: This is set between Chapters 20 and 21 of Stardust. The song is Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" (written by Springsteen).

Prompt #86: Cool

Olivia leaned back in her seat and exhaled deeply into the cool night air. "I think it was a success," he said, sitting in the empty chair next to her. "You planned a wonderful rehearsal dinner."

"We planned," she corrected with a smile.

"You planned. I just paid for it."

She shrugged, watching Sean and his fiancee dance. "Sean's happy." The music swirled around them as she squeezed his hand.

Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul

"Thank you, Liv."

"For?"

"Him. For Sean."

Prompt #87: Crybaby

Gregory sighed, closing his eyes. A warm sensation pulsed through him and he wasn't afraid. He didn't know this was what it felt like to die. He hoped Olivia felt this.

He opened his eyes, finding himself in a hallway glowing with white light. He turned, staring into his father's disinterested face. "Well. The crybaby finally showed up."

"Stop that," his mother said and he turned to her as she cupped his face. "Go on to the end."

He walked down the hall, the light growing brighter. "Keep going, darling," he heard Olivia whisper. "I'm here. I've been waiting."

Prompt #88: Admit

Olivia's hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. "What did you say?" She watched Morris stand as Gregory reached for her, pulling her into the study. "You didn't kill-"

"Olivia," he murmured, shaking his head, "please don't-"

"You let yourself spend ten years in prison! Away from me! Away from your children! Away from our granddaughter! Why would you do that?"

"I had to protect Caitlin," he admitted quietly and she exhaled sharply. As he cupped her face, she heard him whisper, "I wasn't letting her go to jail. It had to be me."

A/N: This is set after the events of Falling Stars.

Prompt #89: Defeat

"It was nice that you took Olivia to the airport," Alex said. He nodded, watching her over the rim of his wine glass as she continued, "Things have changed between you and her."

"Yes."

"Not just because of Caitlin's accident."

He sighed and reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you," he said softly and she nodded. "But, I love her too."

"I know," she murmured and he marveled at the absence of defeat in her voice.

"I need to tell you something," he began quietly after she leaned against him. "About Trey."

Prompt #90: Fickle

Olivia found him sitting by the pool, his legs dangling over the edge. She sighed as she sat next to him and crossed her legs over his. He looked over, seemingly surprised at the contact. "You know I don't like swimming pools," she murmured as an explanation.

"Liv-"

"I understand why you did it," she interrupted with a sigh. "I learned long ago that you were many things, but fickle wasn't one of them. Once you decided something, that was it."

"You're still angry though."

She reached for his hand. "Only that you didn't tell me."

Prompt #91: Haze

Gregory leaned against the doorjamb, quietly watching the sunset. A moment later, he felt her arms around his waist as she pressed against his back. "Trey's gone with his friends to the movies," she said softly.

He glanced over his shoulder, amused. "Your son has quite the social life," he mused as he turned, hugging her close to him. "Didn't it seem like Caitlin and Sean were always hanging around when they were seventeen?" He smiled when she chuckled as he slowly danced her through a hazy sunbeam. Her sigh tickled him as she turned her face into his neck.

Prompt #92: Speed

"You could've been killed!" Olivia shouted, her hands trembling. "God, Trey, what were you thinking?" She watched him shrug and lower his eyes. "Give them to me!" she snapped, holding out her hand. "Right now!"

The sullen teenager stood and tossed the car keys onto the coffee table. "There. Happy?" he muttered.

She sighed deeply as he sauntered up the stairs. A moment later, she felt Gregory's hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently. "God, he hates me," she murmured.

"He doesn't."

"And the speeding ticket didn't even phase him! He just asked if they took American Express."

Prompt #93: Ticket

"What's this?" she asked, weighing the envelope in her hands. Gregory shrugged and turned back to the article he was reading. "Darling," she laughed, pushing down the newspaper, "I know it's from you."

He smiled and tossed the paper aside, watching as she opened it. She stared at the tickets for a long moment and then turned to him, delighted. "Of course," he began, "you need to go with me-"

She leaned against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "But, you hate the opera," she murmured against his lips.

"But, you love it," he replied.

Prompt #94: Vomit

"God, you look awful," Olivia said when Caitlin opened her front door.

"I feel awful. I've been vomiting all morning."

"Ewww!" Trey exclaimed, making gagging noises.

"Stop that," Olivia said sharply. "Go find your father." As he wandered off, she turned back to her daughter and rubbed her arm. "Let's sit down," she said, leading her to the sofa.

"This is going to kill me, Mom. How did you get through this four times?"

She smiled and said softly, "Your father made it bearable. He always held my hair back when I had morning sickness."

Prompt #95: Bleeding

Gregory tied the belt of his robe as he shuffled into the bathroom. She stood at the sink, retching. "Olivia?" he asked, touching her back. She shook her head and waved him off as she reached for a hand towel. "Olivia, look at me."

She slowly turned, the white towel covering her mouth as she shuddered. "I'm fine," she said, her words muffled against the cotton. But, the tears in her eyes suggested otherwise.

He reached up and pushed the towel aside, seeing the blood on her lips. He looked at the towel, flinching at the crimson stain on it.

Prompt #96: Thief (Writer's Choice)

Olivia smiled, watching as he examined the photo. "It's like looking at Caitlin again, isn't it?"

"Thank God Jessica looks like her instead of the jewel thief."

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "I won't tell Caity you said that." He started to hand her the photo back, but she shook her head. "Keep it."

He nodded and tucked it into the pocket of his orange jumpsuit. "Has she started walking yet?"

"Not yet. She crawls everywhere though. The other day, she tried to crawl off with my purse."

He chuckled. "I didn't realize thievery could be inherited."

Prompt #97: Masterpiece (Writer's Choice)

Gregory felt every bit of his seventy-seven years. It wasn't a pleasant sensation. The sofa shifted as Caitlin sat. Sean and Trey stood in front of him. He sighed and covered her hand with his own. "I'm fine," he said quietly.

"Really?"

He looked up at Trey's question and nodded. It wasn't surprising that Olivia's headstrong youngest child had taken her death the hardest. He turned to the framed photos on the piano, celebrating her life. "Your mother was a masterpiece," he said quietly, gesturing to them. "She made my life beautiful. That's what I choose to remember now."

Prompt #98: Night (Writer's Choice)

Olivia liked night the best. There were too many people around in the day. A stream of nurses, the doctor at least twice. But, night was for family. Her children would come, telling her about their day. She savored the precious moments she had left with them.

Then, it was just Gregory.

She heard him clear his throat and she looked over. "I don't think I would have drank so much if I knew this would happen," she said softly.

"I know, Liv." She reached out and her fingers grazed his cheek, mindful of the I.V. in her arm.

Prompt #99: Hurt (Writer's Choice)

Gregory's hands trembled, unable to undo her buttons. She smiled and covered his hands with her own. "I'll do them, darling," she whispered against his lips. He nodded, watching as she slipped off her blouse and pressed against him. Her skin was cool and his hands trailed down to caress her hips.

She shifted in his lap and cupped his face. "You won't hurt me," she said softly, her eyes poring into his. She nodded encouragingly as he leaned up, their lips brushing tentatively. A groan rose in his throat as their mouths met.

Ten long years began to vanish.

A/N: This is set a few years after Chapter 21 of Stardust.

Prompt #100: Love (Writer's Choice)

Olivia wandered through the house. She knew it was spring because the windows were open, the lingering scent of hyacinth in the air. She was grateful that, in spite of everything, she could still smell the flowers. She always did love them.

She stepped into a quiet and sun-filled room. She watched as Trey hunched over a table, his chin in his hands. Gregory sat across from him, practically a mirror image, as they both studied the chess board. Only Liv looked up and Olivia smiled as the child waved tentatively.

They were fine.

They were together.

She waved back.

THE END.