Author's Notes; I've had this idea bouncing in my mind for a while now, that was inspired by Andrew's 'past', that he tells Kim during their 'date' in the 2nd series. He tells her that he had a "significant other, who's happily married and living in America", (or something along those lines :L)

I won't give too much away, but if you take that, and change it a little; that is pretty much the main storyline of this 'fic, with a bit of Kandrew, too. It's very A/U, with some angst and romance thrown in :D

I'm not good a summaries, but I hope you get the idea.

Comments&Reviews ?? :D

Part One; Well-Kept Secrets.

The sun of the warm Friday afternoon had long ago rolled behind the mountains in the distance. Stars took it's place in the sky; shining brightly above the world, the moon beaming like a candle illuminating the darkest of rooms.

On the soft, carpet floor, Kim and Andrew sat leaning back against the foot of the leather sofa, their fingers entwined with eachother's between them. The remnants of their pizza takeaway, lay on the coffee table before them, alongside an empty wine bottle and two empty wine glasses.

They'd shared a quiet night in, infront of the television, in only eachother's company. Compared with the busy week they'd both had at Waterloo Road, the few hours shared together, was paradise.

Nothing told them that within the next fifteen minutes, Andrew's life would change forever.

"I should take these through to the kitchen." He said, pulling himself from his sitting position. Kim watched him, smiling thankfully.

Her sigh of content, soon turned into one of frustration as the doorbell rang.

It was past eight; not the most appropriate time for a visitor.

Instinctively, she stood and made her way to the front door, flicking on the hallway light. A blurred figure was visible to her through the frosted glass. Pulling back the wooden frame, Andrew appeared behind her, his expression as confused as her's.

Stood before them, was a young boy, no more than sixteen.

He looked a lot like Andrew; with deep, brown eyes, fairly broad shoulders and black, wavy hair.

"Can I help you?" Andrew said, sliding gently past Kim, standing infront of her.

"Yes, I think so. I'm looking for Andrew Treneman?" The teen, well spoken, witheld a slight touch of an American accent in his tone.

"That's me." Andrew responded, folding his arms and frowning in confusion.

"I apologize for the lateness of the hour, Sir, and this may come as a suprise to you, as it did to me, but I think, well, I'm certain that I'm your son."

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Quite short ?

There will be more in the next chapters, if you want them, that is. ;D