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It's been ages since Zoe or I posted a story here, but here you go Chapter 1 of From the streets, you can read ahead by far on our Patreon, enjoy!!!

-Ashleigh and Zoe

An older man stood in a large sky office, surrounded by young people in their mid to late 20s, a few even in their early 30s, “I hate this, but I’m going to put this on the table.” He exuded power, but there were rumors that one of the photographers at the table outranked him.

“I’m going to give a $25,000 bonus to any of you who find us the next face. We need someone fresh, never seen before.”

A woman in her late 20s, dressed in a nice pantsuit looked thoughtfully at her briefcase for a moment. She brushed a few strands of strawberry blonde hair from her face and opened it. “I just got back from vacation, but how about this girl?” she asked, in a tone that vaguely suggested Irish heritage, tempered by living in California for several years.

she threw down some pictures of a young girl with shaggy reddish blonde hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes. They seemed to sparkle at the camera even if she didn't look like she knew she was being photographed. She looked pretty shabby overall, actually, like she hadn’t showered in a few days.

“Shower her and give her some food, and I think she’d clean up nicely,” she added as the man took the photographs and flipped through them. Katelyn had been with the company from its inception, originally as a talent scout, turn photographer. She had a very keen eye.

Drew sat back in his big chair, still examining the pictures. Everyone else sighed inwardly. They knew they might be out the bonus. As he got the last picture of the girl, he looked up, “Where’d you find her?”

“Galway Ireland,” Katelyn answered. “There’s lots of urchins like that about, sadly.”

“Do you think you can find her again?” Drew asked.

“Kids like that.” Amanda, younger than Katelyn, and a lighter shade of blonde, but just as ambitious, and what’s more, a close friend of hers, spoke up, “They usually stick around the same place, easier to make money and stay safe hustling tourists. I can find her.”

“Good, Katelyn take Amanda with you. Go find her,” Drew said as he stood back up, tossing the pictures on the table, “We found our new face.”

“How much am I authorized to offer her?” Katelyn asked. Drew gave her a knowing smile and tossed a platinum card on the table near the two.

“Spend whatever you think will win her over, and offer her the world if you have to.” He grinned even more. If he could grin any more, his mouth would fall off his face. If it were a cartoon, his eyes would just be dollar signs. “I want those blue eyes on the cover of every fashion magazine from here to Milan.”

“So,” Amanda said as she picked up her designer handbag, “What are you going to spend your bonus on?”

“Finish paying off my car,” Katelyn laughed. “You?” she grabbed her pictures and the card off the table.

“Student loans,” Amanda giggled. “I might put a small dent in them.”

“If we play this right Manda, you won't have to worry about those student loans,” Katelyn stated as they turned to leave the office themselves, leaving everyone else to bitch and moan amongst themselves.

“Oh, just a sec,” Katelyn said, suddenly pivoting to run and catch up to Drew. Luckily she was wearing flats. Actually as a photographer primarily, she wore flats or even sneakers a lot. Leave it to the models to wear heels, she’d always say.

Drew stopped, letting Katelyn catch up to him. “What’s up?” he asked.

“I just remembered something important that’s not in the photos,” Katelyn said. “This kid’s got tattoos all over her back. You can’t see them in the photos obviously, but when she wears a tank top they’re pretty visible.”

“Anything tasteless?” Drew asked honestly.

“Nope,” Katelyn answered. “They’re 100% traditional Celtic tattoos, some clan markers, a trinity knot, that sort of thing.”

“Oh,” Drew laughed, “Well that’s fine. We can cover them with makeup if the clients take issue, but I think that’s going to be part of her mystique.”

~oOo~

“Oi shite stain!” a man dressed in a police uniform yelled after a figure running down the road, “I catch you, I’m ganna beat the crap outta ya.”

“Ya couldn’t catch a cold!” the figure laughed, waving the five pound note freshly nicked from the policeman’s pocket as it sprinted down an alley.

“Piss off!” The man stopped, running out of breath. At least he seemed to be out of breath. He recovered awfully quickly, making a big show of turning around and giving up the chase. “Fuckin bloody streat waifs.”

“You got bollocks kid,” a deep voice in the alleyway she had just sprinted into said with a laugh. “Nicking a John Hop.” He seemed to be some kind of warehouse worker, hiding from work to enjoy a quick smoke, but as Sophie well knew, looks were deceiving.

“Fat oaf ran me off from earning anything legit so I had to take his wallet into my own hands,” Sophie laughed. “All the bladie had was a five pounder.”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” he said, laughing again as he reached into his pocket. “Here, buy yourself a decent lunch on ole Jim, for the floor show,” he said, handing her a 10 pound note. The man was the owner of the pub, whom had just stepped out back to have a smoke but got a really good show instead. “I’d offer ya a drink, but, well,” he said jokingly.

“Na, thanks for the tenner though,” Sophie said, pocketing it as she checked to see if the coast was clear yet. She looked back. “It’s a snowball’s chance in Hell I know, but, you wouldn’t have heard from Lia?”

“Na, sorry,” Jim said as he shook his head. “But as always my young lass, I shall keep an ear to the ground.”

“Thanks,” she said, leaving it at that as she casually slipped out of the alleyway. She didn’t mind being called ‘young lass’ or ‘miss’, or even shit stain. It was no worse than what her dad had called her. If people thought her a girl, that just made it easier to hustle and play the starving kid angle.

She was starving, and a kid, after all, and a girl as far as she was concerned, even if her estranged father saw it differently. Granted, 13 was technically a teenager. She was even in what America called high school except she wasn't. She had dropped school to find her mum.

She wasn’t having much luck so far. She tried busking with a little black Clarke tin whistle which worked fine until the owner of wherever she was standing outside decided to complain, or someone demanded to see her permits, which of course she couldn’t afford. There were a few places in the town center that didn’t mind, like Jim, and the flower shop. They seemed to really benefit from it.

Tourists loved it too. That was what they came to see - a street rat on a corner, piping away on a tin whistle. Sometimes she’d slip right in and join a session in progress, and get a share of the take, too. Most of the street kids took care of each other here.

It was just her luck that the McAllister sisters were getting ready to play at the flower shop too, Ellen with her old, beat up fiddle and Casidhe with her guitar. The girls were not homeless, but they liked to hang out with the homeless and help them earn a few quid.

“Sophie!” Casidhe yelled as she saw the girl, waving her over. “C’mon, let’s give these tourists a real show hey?”

“Sophie you got yer flute?” Ellen grinned.

Sophie produced the 12 inch long whistle from her back pocket and gave it an artful twirl, grinning. “I never go anywhere without it.”

“Oi oi” Cassidhe called out to the crowd, “Sophie Dee here, she comes from a long line of whistle players, and foot stompers. She’s a wee bit down on her luck right now, but if y’all give a listen she’ll melt your heart right into yer shoes.”

Ellen leaned closer to the two. “We’ll warm ‘em up with Danny Boy. They love that shite.”

“Americans eat it up.” Sophie laughed twirlin her tin whistle, and tapping her foot as Ellen fingerpicked the intro. The whistle and the violin blended surprisingly well, harmonizing and drawing even more of a crowd as they played. Sophie even danced for them.

More than a few tourists had their cell phones out recording the show, or snapping pictures, but one, Sophie couldn’t help noticing, had a very expensive looking DSLR camera. She noticed because she had seen the same model camera once before, about three weeks prior. The woman had given her a whole twenty quid for a drawing she had done. Sophie was of many talents you had to be to make money on the streets.

Either you had to have talents or a body to sell. She had both, but she wasn’t willing to sell her body. There were enough perverts looking for what she could offer, but she wasn’t that desperate. She always found a way, especially thanks to help from friends like Ellen and Casidhe, who always had some extra food or a few pounds to offer.

The woman with the camera handed another woman a big wad of cash, and nodded to her, she approached the musicians and spoke to Casidhe, “Which tip jars for the blue eyed girl?”

“Any,” Casidhe laughed. “We’re helping our friend today, so it all goes to ‘er.” Amanda nodded and dropped 5,000 pounds into the tip jar and walked back to Katelyn. A few onlookers close enough to see went a little wide-eyed and whispered among themselves. Casidhe, Ellen, and Sophie hadn’t seemed to notice. They were lost in the music, and in entertaining the tourists.

The two waited through the entire show, all the crowds that came and went, all the tips the girls made, that 5k was just a small drop in the ice burgh it was meant to get Sophie’s attention and open her up to talking to them.

“Bloody hell,” Casidhe said, as they began to pack it in and empty the tip jars into a small sack for Sophie to take with her. “Maybe we should ought to do this for a living,” she laughed. “Damn Sophie the luck of the leprechauns are with ya today.” She showed her the big fat stack of bills.

Sophie stared at the stack. It was rubber banded neatly together which meant someone had done it intentionally. She actually poked at it a few times, not sure if it was real. “... What in the fookin’ bloody hell?” she said finally. There was a note inside that read, ‘When your done, and want to talk meet us at Delaney's restaurant.’

“May be some gentleman caller looking for a really good time,” Ellen teased her and giggled. “I didn’t see who put it in the jar, I’m afraid.”

Casidhe spoke, “I think it was that short blonde american woman: the one that was with the Irish girl and the expensive camera.”

“Oh,” Sophie said, “The one with the Irish photographer with the fancy camera! I know her!” she brightened. “Well I mean, I sorta know her.” She looked down. “But I canna go to that fancy pants restaurant looking like this. They’d throw me out on my arse at the door.”

“You got cash. Go rent a room take a shower and get new duds,” Casidhe laughed.

“I’m afraid I’ll be arrested as a bank robber,” Sophie said. “Could I get you two to pick something up for me and maybe lemme shower at your place? I’ll pay for it, and you two are so gettin’ a cut of this payday,” she laughed.

“Okay,” Ellen said, “No pay for the shower, but ya gotta pay fer your own duds.”

“Thanks guys. You always been good to me. I really do wanna pay you back.”

“Jus get famous, an off the streets that’s payment enuf.” Casidhe said. “C’man, I’ll take ya back to our flat while Ellen finds you something nice to wear.”

Sophie had been there before, when the weather gets too cold the girls usually took her in. Their mother watched her like a hawk the first time, and after that, welcomed her like a third daughter, but Sophie didn’t like to overstay her welcome anywhere, so she only crashed on the McAllisters out of absolute necessity.

“Oi is that the lil songbird I hear?” the woman asked as Sophie and Casidhe entered the house.

“Hi Mrs. McAllister,” Sophie said brightly.

“Bloody hell girl, how many times do I have to tell you to call me mum,” she teased and hugged Sophie even if she did smell.

“Always one more time, Mrs. McAllister,” Sophie giggled. “My pa was a creeper, but he gave me manors.”

“Some photographer lady wants to meet her at Delaney's’,” Casidhe giggled. “So Ellen’s out buyin’ her some new clothes with the money they put in her tip jar.”

“Aye,” Sophie said, “I can finally pay you back all those nights you let me stay here,” she laughed.

“Nonsense.” Mrs. McAllister stated, “Yer family girl. You’re belfast blood are ya not?”

“Yessum,” Sophie said. There was no denying it. The accent gave it away from the first day.

Mrs. McAllister said brightly, “Ah, you know before the girls were born and Jack died, we used to live in Belfast.”

“Oh?” Sophie asked, she had heard the story a bunch of times, but she didn’t mind.

“Oh aye. Jack was a police officer, not a fat bobby mind you, a rifle carrying Northern Irish policeman,” she laughed. “Belfast just didn’t feel like home anymore after losing him. But you know that story,” she teased giving Sophie a slight smack on the bum.

“By heart,” Casidhe giggled.

“Go take yer bath girl.” Mrs. McAllister said. “Since yer meetin at the restaurant I won't be offering you any food you hear, you lil scallop.” She grinned. “Not till this evening anyway. We’re having my famous meatloaf.”

“Damn. I won't be missing that, I promise.” Sophie said brightly.

“And use the good soap this time,” Casidhe called after her, giggling.

~oOo~

“That her?” Amanda pointed to the young lady coming through the door. She was wearing a white top with a slight scoop neck, an open sweater, and a black skirt, and carrying a small handbag. None of it looked too terribly expensive, but she almost didn’t look like the same girl.

“Aye that’s her,” Katelyn grinned, waiting for the Maitre D to show her to their table. “Glad you could make it,” she said warmly.

“It’s just lucky Casidhe recognized you,” Sophie laughed. “Ellen thought some gent was looking to have a good time.”

“Hard to miss in the crowd.” Katelyn laughed. “Hungry?”

“A little,” Sophie lied. She hadn’t eaten since early in the morning, and that was a stale donut.

“Order anything you want.” Katelyn handed Sophie a menu. Sophie eyed her suspiciously. “Seriously,” she said, trying not to laugh.

“Seriously.” Amanda nodded. “Even that $140 item if it hits you.” She winked.

“Es...car...got...” she squinted, as if it would help her figure out what it was supposed to be. “Oh no um Fish and chips will be good.” she said. “And a Cherry Pepsi.”

Katelyn said, “Battered fish, the best, and a big order of wedged spuds, and a big cask of Cherry Pepsi.” she told a waiter.

“Of course ma’am,” the waiter said professionally and quickly stepped away. The two didn’t start off with any kind of business yet. They wanted Sophie to eat first.

“So...” Sophie said, “I... guess you really liked the show?”

“It was good. You’re a good dancer.” Amanda said.

“I had a few good teachers,” Sophie said, trying not to giggle. She half expected the fish to come back half cooked or looking back at her. She knew rich people ate some weird stuff, but to her great relief it was proper fish and chips, breaded white fish that smelled divine and a heaping of potato wedges to go with it. “Can I get some Ranch dressing to dip em in?”

The pair watched Sophie eat as they ate as well. “Enjoy yourself?” Katelyn said as the girl finished everything on her plate. Sophie didn’t leave a single crumb on it at all, like it was the first meal she’d eaten in years.

“Not bad,” Sophie said, trying to downplay it, taking a sip of her soda. She let out a large, unladylike burp. “Excuse me,” she said surprisingly politely. “Okay I know you two didn’t come all the way to ireland to buy me food and put 5,000 pounds in my tip jar. My drawing wasn’t that good,” she giggled.

“No, you got me there.” Katelyn said “We’re here to offer you a job.”

Sophie stopped, mid-drink, and slowly put her glass down. “Listen, you’re both very lovely, and I’m honored, but not interested.”

“You haven't heard us out.” Amanda said, “We’re willing to offer you this much.” she slid a piece of paper over to Sophie with a large sum of money,

“Don’t need to,” Sophie said. “I’m not interested in that kind of...” she stopped, eyeing the number written on the piece of paper, “... work.”

Katelyn burst out laughing. “Oh God,” she said. “It’s not that kind of job! We’re talent scouts for WP Modeling Agency back in America.”

Sophie’s cheeks turned from milky pale to rosy red, and she started laughing. “Oh... Oh God...” she giggled. “I’m so sorry. But I can’t model.”

“How about this much?” Amanda slide another piece of paper over to Sophie.

“... Yer both bloody daft,” Sophie said as she shook her head. “Mad as a nicked John Hop.”

“Show her the final bid.” Katelyn said at Amanda.

“I don’t think my heart could take it,” Sophie protested as Amanda wrote down some numbers and slid it across.

“That’s per photo shoot.” Katelyn stated.

Sophie stared at them, those intense blue eyes burning a hole right through their souls. “I’ll make ya a counter offer,” she said, reaching across the table to snag Amanda’s pen. She circled the second offer. “Take this number,” she said, and circled the final bid, “Subtract it from this one. You pay me that one, and set up a charity for homeless kids wi’the rest, and I’m all yours.”

Amanda filed in the number in the contract, wrote some things down on it, “You got a parent or guardian?”

“Somewhere,” Sophie snorted. “My da’s prolly drunk off his arse in Belfast, God fuck his child-beating arse. My Mum... Been looking for her. No luck yet,” she sighed.

“Tell you what, take this.” she slid a base contract over to Sophie, “Go find a solicitor, verify it, and Katelyn and I will work out the guardian thing at least temporarily.”

“I got a friend I can ask,” Sophie said. “I’ll see what she says.”

“When you’re done then, meet us at Trinity Hotel. Room 2016.” She reached into her messenger bag and slid a copy of the photos of Sophie over to her. “Consider the meal and the 5k an advance for these. You are an incredibly beautiful young lady, and I want to show the world.”

Sophie blinked. She stared at Katelyn and Amanda. “You... really think I’m beautiful?” she asked cautiously.

“Our boss,” Katelyn stated, “Drew Mallory, only hands this out.” she pulled out the platinum credit card handing it to the waiter who came with the bill, “To very few people.”

Sophie looked sheepish for a moment. She giggled at something. “Glad I didn’t nick your wallet last time we met, now.”

“I didn’t have a wallet on me.” Katelyn winked, “Not my first rodeo. My gran is alive and well down in Cork you know.”

“Cork eh?” Sophie giggled, “Now I wish I’d nicked your wallet.” she teased. “Okay I’ll go have my friend look at this and see what’s what.” She took the papers and took off. She stopped, came back, finished her Cherry Pepsi, refilled it, finished that, and then left.

Here we are again!! Chapter 2 of From the streets, Just wanted to give a big shoutout thank you to everyone on bigcloset and to all those who support us on Patreon!!! To those of you who buy our books from Doppler press! Zoe and I thank you all!

“Hello Mrs. Murphy?” Amanda spoke. “This is Amanda Davenshaw , I spoke with your assistant, Mary-ann, she said to call your extension.”

“Ah yes, hello Miss Davenshaw, what can I do for you today?” Mrs. Murphy asked. She had the demeanor of a school teacher, which Amanda supposed suited someone with child and family services.

“I represent WP Modeling Agency, and I was wondering, is there any way to get temporary or full custody of a homeless girl? I know that kind of sounded perverted, but I assure you that we are a legitimate fashion and TV agency.”

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Murphy said, “I had Mary Ann look into your business. Your agency has quite the impressive portfolio. You really discovered Juliette Small?”

“Thank you.” Amanda said. “Yes and Megan Stuart as well.”

“My daughter absolutely adores those two,” she laughed. “Your request is certainly unusual, but given your history I suppose we can try to work something out.”

“I hope she reads it through.” Katelyn laughed, “The contract that is.”

“I can get you three in front of a judge tomorrow afternoon?” Mrs. Murphy said after a moment. “It’s not usually that easy, but a friend owes me a small favor.”

“That works ma’am, Thank you so much for listening to our request.” Amanda said as she hung up the phone. “We’re set for tomorrow.”

“Excellent,” Katelyn said.

“There’s one thing that’s been bugging me,” Amanda said, pointing to the bulky DSLR camera. It wasn’t just any camera. It was a 1DX Mk II, a flagship camera that really stood out in a crowd. “You said this wasn’t your first rodeo, but you’ve been lugging around $10,000 in camera gear?”

Katelyn laughed. “Sometimes it pays to draw attention to yourself. Plus it’s insured. Theft or Accident full coverage” she winked. “If it was MY gear? I’d be running around with a $300 job,” she teased. “Drew takes care of his top workers.” Katelyn added. There was more to it than that, but she wasn’t ready to trust Amanda with that quite yet. Soon.

“No kidding,” Amanda said. “First class tickets, a nice hotel, and that’s just for us,” she laughed. “Thought the poor kid’s eyes were going to pop out of her head when she saw the final offer.”

“We’re to buy her a complete wardrobe as well.” Katelyn nodded.

“Did you notice the outfit she was rocking?” Amanda said. “I mean sure, it was off the rack, but it looked amazing on her.”

“She’s got good taste.” Katelyn grinned. “She’s got a face that could launch a thousand clothing lines too. With some work she could even be an actress.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me at all,” Amanda said as she sat down in one of the cushy chairs in the suite’s sitting room. “She can draw, she can play music, she can dance. Acting is bound to be in there somewhere.”

“Don’t be jealous of the client,” Katelyn teased. “Remember that number you offered her?”

“Oh, hell no,” Amanda laughed. “I’m not even an eighth as talented as she is. Nothing to be jealous about. Just impressed. But what about it?”

“You get 25% on top of what you offered her. So each shoot, you add 25% to that amount and that 25% is yours, just yours.” Katelyn grinned.

“What about the amount she wants to go to homeless charity?” Amanda asked.

“That’s the big thing; its the full amount she's going to be earning. She wants a % for herself, and the rest to a charity. You Remember back in the states when I said you play this right we won't have a damn thing to worry about?”

Amanda grabbed her phone, opening the calculator app. She stared at the final result, cleared it, recalculated it. “... And that’s tax deductible... Jesus Tapdancing Christ on a pogo stick.”

“See, that's why I said what I said.” Katelyn laughed. “And in that contract you have me down as the sole Photographer. You get the agent fee, I get the photographer fee, she gets the modeling fee, and we all walk away with a king’s ransom, and you know the shit in the pants?”

Katelyn continued, “Drew makes them pay double that, so the company earns a shit ton as well. We landed Drew and the company a billion dollar investment. The partners are going to be in ICU with heart attacks,” she teased.

“You really think so?” Amanda asked.

“That girl with those eyes could make a drowning man buy water,” Katelyn nodded. “Trust me, a unicorn like that only comes around once in a lifetime.”

~oOo~

There was a knock on the door. On the otherside Sophie waited with a woman in a skirt suit and a briefcase. Sophie didn’t look 100% thrilled that the woman was with her. She never actually asked what her friends’ mum actually did. She somewhat regretted that fact now that she knew. Bloody lawyer.

“Hi Sophie. Come in.” Amanda said opening the door, she turned to the woman, “I’m Amanda Davenshaw, and this is Katelyn Price. We both represent WP Modeling.”

“Pleasure to meet ya both. I’m Sarah McAllister, Sophie’s solicitor. I just wanted to come by and run a few things by you for her,” she said.

“Oh, of course,” Amanda said as she led them to the sitting room. “Can I offer you anything? Soda, coffee, water?”

“Tea will work if you have any.” Sarah said.

“Just finished brewing a pot,” Katelyn spoke up, grinning as she began to set out some tea cups from the set the hotel generously provided.

“Price.. As in Shawna and Marigerette Price?” Sarah asked. “Cork girls I believe?”

“Aye, Shawna’s my mum,” Katelyn said. “I hope their reputation doesn't precede me too harshly,” she laughed.

“Nonsense, both proud Irish ladies.” Sarah grinned, but didn’t elaborate on how she knew Katelyn’s mother and aunt. “First off, Sophie Dee wishes to have that as her legal name, and secondly, she doesn’t want some random stranger as her guardian. She’s requested you two. She’s got more by the way.”

“Aye, let’s just tackle the elephant in the room,” Sophie said. “I’m not a real girl,” she blurted right out.

Neither woman looked shocked at all, “No problem,” Amanda stated. “We can get that fixed as well if you’d like. So Sophia Dee as in Dee last name, Sophie first?”

Sophie looked shocked. It was that easy? “Um... Y-yes,” she stammered out, still shocked at how easy that all was.

“Okay. You don't have a drug problem do you?” Amanda asked, “No sex addictions, gambling problems?”

“Nah never touch the stuff,” Sophie giggled, regaining her composure. “I figured, I saw what the drink did to my old man, and there’s far worse than alcohol.” She shrugged.

“Good.” Katelyn said.

Amanda said, “So you said there was more than 3 things?”

“Yes, the other was about the schooling?” Sarah looked at Sophie.

“Yeah, I don’t rather like public education.” Sophie stated. “Too many fuckin tards thinking their queen monkey and shit.”

Amanda looked at Katelyn for a translation, or a lifeline. Katelyn answered without missing a beat. “Not a problem, We can either do private school or a private tutor - either one on one, or with a small group. That’s what Juliette and Megan do. They have a small group of friends they tutor with.”

“The company pays for it?” Sarah asked.

“100%,” Amanda nodded. “It’s considered a bonus for young hires, to make sure they get a good education.”

“Okay we’ve a couple more.” Sarah said professionally. . “She wants a big house in California if that’s where you’re moving her to.”

“Beach front or gated community?” Katelyn asked, grinning at Sophie.

“Seriously?” Sophie looked at them both, “Are you both like off the bend?”

“Seriously.” Amanda stated. “If that’s what you want, we’ll make it happen.”

“Beach and Gated?” Sophie looked at them.

Amanda looked over at Katelyn. “Didn’t Megan’s dad just put their house up for sale? Since he’s moving to Florida for the full time Lost Girl shoots.”

“Yup.” Katelyn nodded. “Done.” she said to Sophie as she sent a text off, and Amanda handed Sophie her phone so she could see pictures of the neighborhood.

“So you said a couple more, couple’s usually two.” Amanda giggled. She was rather enjoying spoiling their future legal charge. But Sophie was a good girl by all local accounts, just had a rough life and a foul mouth.

“I’m afraid to say anymore,” Sophie laughed. “Might turn out I was hit by a bus and I’m in a coma in a ditch somewhere.”

“Fraid not.” Katelyn laughed, “You’re awake.”

“Okay.” Sarah said, looking at a sheet of paper hastily written up in ink. “Her final demand is my daughters and I are taken care of - not sure what she means by that, and my law firm are hired to be her full time lawyers.” She looked at Sophie, a little surprised. After all Sophie was none too pleased earlier to find out Sarah was a lawyer.

Sophie giggled. “Mrs. McAlister's taken me in on many a cold night. She didn’t have to, but she did. I want to repay her kindness, if that makes any sense.”

“Sure,” Amanda said. “The only issue I can see would be you and your legal team will have to take the bar test in the U.S. But we can offer your firm a generous retainer fee and help you set up right in our office building if you’d like.”

“Sorry,” Sophie said, “I um, just thought of one more wee little thing... If Mrs. McAllister moves to the states, would it be possible to have her daughters doing that tutoring thing too? If they want to, I mean.”

“Yes.” Amanda said.

Katelyn spoke up, “I have the perfect place they can move into as well.” She pulled up pictures of her 3 bedroom condo and handed her phone to Sarah. “Cheap ass rent too, but I know the landlord. He’s an absolute gem of a man.”

“Oh my,” Sarah said, “Look at that view...”

“15th floor, unobstructed view of the bay.” Katelyn grinned.

“And there’s a pool on the roof,” Amanda chimed in. “It’s also only a 25 minute bus ride to the gated community.”

“Well I don’t know who this Megan girl is,” Sophie said, “But I am in love with her house. And all I gotta do is look at a camera?”

“Pose pretty for the camera.” Katelyn teased. “It's more work than you think though sweetie. But you only have to work for me as a photographer. I don’t scream and throw tantrums at my models.” She winked, causing Sophie to giggle.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to make sure that Sophie understood what the guardianship thing means.” Sarah stated. “It means whomever your assigned be it these two, you have to listen to them till you’re 18 of age.”

“Hey, I’m a perfect lady, when I’m no longer havin’ to steal to eat,” Sophie laughed.

“Okay,” Amanda said, “I’ve amended the contract. I’ll fax this off while you and Katelyn go wardrobe shopping for tomorrow and the next two weeks.”

Katelyn grinned. “And this one’s on the boss. I’m going to turn you into a spoiled princess.”

“Too late,” Sophie laughed.

“You really want to move out of that flat?” Sarah asked.

“Well as Sophie’s guardian by California state law, Amanda and I will have to live with her.” Katelyn said as Sophie and she stood. “But it’s a huge house, so there’s plenty of space.”

“That’s fine with me,” Sophie said. “I trust you.”

~oOo~

“Holy ball sweat.” Sophie said as they got out of the limo and a woman in the front got out as well to help them take all Sophie’s new possessions into the hotel. “One I’ve never been in a bloody limo before, and serious you spent that much on me?”

“Well, you have to look good,” Katelyn said with a wink. “At all times even.”

“Yeah but $950 on a single skirt?” Sophie asked.

“Nothing but the best and finest for Sophie Dee,”a man spoke up, “Sorry I took the first flight in as soon as we got the fax.” he winked. “Drew Mallory.” he reached his hand out. “Took the Company ultra flight in.”

It was pretty late anyway, Katelyn had gotten Sophie’s hair done, her nails and a pedicure.

“Sophie Dee,” Sophie said. “Dancer, artist, model.” She had practiced that line with Katelyn off and on as they shopped, and got her looking her best. “Wait... No, Model, artist, dancer. Yeah.”

Drew laughed. “A real renaissance woman,” he said. “I like that.”

“What you doing here boss?” Amanda asked.

“Just coming to see my investment.” Drew grinned, “And those eyes of hers in person. Sophie Dee, you have made us all happy.”

“Wait until you see how she looks in jewelry,” Katelyn said. “She found the most beautiful sapphire dolphin pendant. She’s going to break a lot of hearts.”

Sophie giggled as she spotted the bobby that had chased her just that morning. She waved at him. He smiled and tipped his hat to her.

“Evening miss,” he said cheerfully. “Sir, ma’am,” he said to Drew and Katelyn as he continued down the sidewalk. Sophie giggled more.

Katelyn looked over at Sophie, “We got some more to do before we go see the judge tomorrow. You should go get ready for bed.”

“I’ve got something to take care of first,” Sophie said. “But it won’t take long - twenty minutes?”

“Sure, just don't get that outfit too dirty. Its dry clean only.” Katelyn winked.

Sophie laughed. “Nothing like that, sheesh. I’m a street,” she said. “I’ve got to make sure my family’s looked after until you and Mrs. McAllister can get the other thing set in motion.” She turned to walk away.

“I’m assuming she means the charity,” Drew chuckled. “I haven’t got the heart to tell her I already made a sizable donation in her name.”

“Danny O’Dope,” Sophie grinned. “Get yer hand out my handbag or I’ll break it off.”

“Sophie!?” Danny gasped. He was a grubby boy, about her age, all ears and curly red hair under a floppy cap like something out of a bad musical about street urchins.

A girl came out from behind a panel in the alley way, “Geezes Dope, you tryin to nick Sophie?”

Sophie giggled. “I know I don’t look like me. I got some amazing news, and a gift for you guys,” she said, opening the handbag. She produced what was left of her fat wad of advanced pay - which was actually quite a bit - and gave it to the girl.

“BLOODY HELL!” both Danny and the girl squealed. “Is this real?!” she demanded in a hushed, shocked whisper.

“Aye, and there’ll be more where that came from,” Sophie nodded, grinning like a cheshire shark. “I’m going away for awhile to America, but soon enough there’ll be word floating around of a charity in my name, Sophie D. It’s legit, and it’s ganna help everyone.”

“Christ, Soapy,” Danny said, “What’d you do hook up with a sugar daddy? I thought you said that wasn’t yer bag?”

“No, ya goof,” Sophie laughed. “I got a modeling gig. These Americans, they think I got some kinda special look, and I’m takin’ em to the bloody cleaners. There’s been no sign of me Mum since I got here. It’s time I gave up anyhow.”

“You do girl.” The other girl said, “Them Ice blue eyes of yers.”

“Aye,” Danny agreed. “People ask what the ‘Dee’ stands for, I say ‘Doll’,” he laughed.

Sophie blushed a little and giggled. “Aww, thanks guys. I wish I could bring ya with me, but like said, the Sophie Dee Homeless Charity’ll take care of not just you, but everyone in Galway without a place to stay. Y’all took me in, and it’s my turn to repay it.”

“Thanks Sophie. I hope we get to see you again.” The girl said and hugged her. “We’re going to miss you. I promise we’ll use this for food, maybe a hot shower,” she giggled.

“Pah,” Danny laughed. “A cold dunk’s good enough for me,” he said, straightening his cap.

“Need a ride home lass?” The bobby from earlier asked. “This is a busy part of town this time of night.”

“Nah,” Sophie giggled. “I’m a Galway gal. But um,” she produced a five pound note and offered it to him. “I think this is yers.”

“Can’t take money.” The man said and shook his head. He winked. “Even if I was chasing you for it this morning. Your fortune’s sure changed in a day, eh?”

“You knew huh?” Sophie giggled. “I’m sorry about razzing ya.”

“Even a street waif’s gotta eat,” he laughed. “No, really though, if you want a ride back to the hotel, it’s on my route home,” he said as a female bobby came up to them, holding two cups of coffee. She gave one to the other bobby.

“Oh, so this is the Irish doll you’re always on about,” she said with a laugh. “She cleans up nice.”

“Aye, We’re going to be at the courthouse for her tomorrow as well.” The male bobby spoke, “Seems our lil street rat ere is going to be leavin us.”

Sophie gulped. “You... you are?”

He laughed. “Character witness, but don’t worry, ya never took more than you needed, never hurt anyone that didn’t probably deserve it. We’re on your side my young friend.”

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They had just sat down for the judge, and began their meeting in the judge's office; the judge wanted to meet with everyone involved before she took it to the courtroom.

“This is a highly unusual case,” the judge, a woman in her late 30s, said.

The CPS worker that Katelyn called nodded, “We agree, but we did some research on them. This isn’t the first time they’ve requested a guardianship. Our counterparts in America spoke highly of the company.”

“I see that.” The Judge nodded as she looked over the paperwork that CPS had given. “I see you also found the young lady’s real father?”

“He... reacted poorly to being approached by local police,” she said, nodding. “I believe the officer has opted to press charges as well as our case worker that was accompanying the officer. She has a big gash in her head from where the bottle hit. We’ll also be charging him with child abuse and neglect based on Sophie’s testimony.”

“I’m surprised he was able to stand up,” she said, looking at his blood alcohol level. She sighed. “Bloody stereotypes given form.” She looked at Sophie. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, for what it’s worth.”

Sophie shrugged. “I left.”

“Okay, I have a written statement from an Officer John Marr and Ellen Morris.” the Judge said reading them, “They both will be here formally in the courtroom.” she looked at everyone in her office, “I spoke with CPS this morning, and the court appearance will just be an informal thing, I’ve actually made my decision.”

She handed Sarah a copy of the written statement from the two police officers, in addition to a third document declaring Sophie’s change of name and birth certificate marker as ‘Female’. “You can look over that at your leisure before we proceed into the courtroom. If you have any objections or statements, I’ll hear them now as well.”

Sarah looked over the documents, “That was easy..” she looked at Sophie with a smile. “Last time I did this, it took three weeks to get a marker change.”

“I pulled a few strings,” the judge said with a grin. “Given that the girl’s been homeless for this long, and now she’s got a chance to really make something of herself, I wasn’t about to let something so small get in her way.”

“Galway needs the publicity no?” Sarah grinned.

The judge nodded. “That, too. As I said, bloody stereotypes. Too many people still think alcohol and potatoes.”

“Especially outa Belfast.” Sophie sighed. “That an IRA.”

“And JackSepticEye,” Amanda couldn’t help herself.

The judge let out a small groan. “My daughters are huge fans.” She laughed a little. “We’ll recess and after lunch we’ll take this to the courtroom.”

“Sorry I’m late,” a short, red haired woman Sophie recalled as being named Macy, said. She had spoken with Sophie a bit earlier, and she was contracted by the company to work as Sophie’s phsychiatrist. “I had to do some talking around since our muppet here has been self medicating.”

“Just a little,” Sophie protested. “It’s some anti... Anti something or other.”

“Yes we talked about it. I had to unfortunately tell the judge. Normally Sophie what you tell me I cannot tell anyone,” Macy stated, “But since self medicating like that is illegal I had to inform her.”

“Was more worried about Kate finding out, really,” Sophie said.

“I told her as well.” Macy stated, “She’s not mad at you, but you should talk to her about it.” Katelyn and Amanda were talking with Sarah and the officers, and just out of earshot. “As I said nobody's mad, and I’ve got some news for you; that’s why we’re talking privately.”

Sophie nodded. “This is going to affect the job innit?” she said flatly, expecting the worst.

“Nope,” Macy said, “It’s all good news. When we get stateside, we’re going to be going to see a few doctors, but I’ve approved you for HRT. You’ve demonstrated you’re going to do it one way or another, and you’ve been living as a girl since you ran away.”

Sophie grinned. “I can’t believe all the fuss everyone’s going through to get me to pose for some bloody pictures.”

“It’s because they believe in you,” Macy said. “And you are a very pretty young lady.”

“Who swears like a sailor,” Sophie laughed. “I’ve been holding back outta respect. First time I stub my toe it’s all over.” She giggled.

“I’ll be fixing that.” Katelyn said as she joined them. “A proper young lady doesn’t swear like a sailor in public at least.” She winked. “How's it going Macy? Enjoying your first trip to Ireland?”

“It’s been magical,” Macy said. “I’ve met so many colorful personalities in my interview process. I think I’m going to get married here,” she giggled. “Someday.”

“Now you see why I vacation here huh?” Katelyn laughed. “Besides having family here.”

~oOo~

The courtroom was packed, and everything seemed to go like a tornado, it was so fast, The judge had approved Katelyn and Amanda as Sophie’s legal guardian, she gave Sophie a long term Work visa for the United States, she approved the changes on the nation insurance and birth record.

As she had said it was just an informal thing; they had to do it incase someone showed up and objected,which no one did since her birth father was in Belfast in jail and noone had any idea where her mother was.

“Alright,” the judge said, “As there are no objections, and two officers of the law have spoken up in the young lady’s favor, then I declare these proceedings closed.” she hit her gavel and stood to leave.

The courtroom lit up with flashes from cameras from the few reporters allowed inside, mostly from “legitimate” American newspapers who had gotten wind of the story and smelled a soft news piece.

Katelyn had set that up; she had gotten a list of people, and asked the judge’s permission, to help Sophie’s career. Tthe more she was in the spotlight the better, especially if it was for good things not bad. Sophie was already being dubbed “The Irish Princess” in a few early online articles.

Katelyn had built a reputation for herself when she switched from being an agent to a photographer. She had some major contacts now. What nobody really knew was that she and Amanda were actually seeing each other. It wasn’t serious, but they were in the early stages of dating when this whole thing started. That was a large part of why she just straight gave Amanda credit for “discovering” Sophie, even though everyone on the board knew it was her.

“You ready for the mob?” Katelyn whispered to Sophie as they started for the door. The two officers were ahead of them as security, to keep the crowd at bay. “I told a lot of people that there was something going down here today.” she winked.

“Just glad we got the matter of my name and whatnot straightened back in the Judge’s office,” Sophie whispered back.

“Yeah the courtroom stuff was just about guardianship.” Amanda nodded. They barely got into the courtroom lobby before reporters started shouting questions. Katelyn pointed to a reporter wearing a New York Times press badge.

“Are you and Sophie going to stay here in Ireland, or are you going to move back to the United States right away?” she asked.

Sophie grinned as she held up her work visa. “I’m going’ to America,” she said proudly.

Katelyn pointed to the reporter from TMZ next. “That looks like a work visa. Does this mean Sophie is going to be under contract with WP Modeling Agency?”

“Yes, we have an exclusive contract with Sophie.” Katelyn stated. “And yes we are complying with both UK and US laws for employing a minor, including assessing her level of education and getting her a proper education per UK standards. We have in our employment a high level Private educator appointed by Ireland for her.”

Sophie was beginning to catch on, and grinned, pointing at a young girl who couldn’t be more than 16, but she had a press badge for her local high school.

“Hi I’m with Saint Margarets.” the girl said, “I’ve got one question for you.” she said, “Is it true you set up a charity for homeless youth in Galway?”

“Yes,” Sophie said. “One of the stipulations for my contract is that 1/3 of the money for every photo shoot I do, is put directly into a fund to help my friends here in Galway and across Ireland. I lived on the streets for a year. Some of them have been out here a lot longer. They took me in, an’ I want to repay their kindness.” there was a lot of buzz amongst the reporters over that.

“No more questions.” Katelyn stated, “Sophie has a busy schedule.”

Sophie leaned over to Amanda. “Can we get her name?” she asked, pointing out the young reporter. “I wanna read her article when it’s done.” She giggled.

“Already got it, Susan McKnight.” Amanda whispered. “She’s going to do a sit down with you tomorrow before we leave Ireland.”

“Oh, kewl,” Sophie said bobbing her head.

Casidhe grinned at her as she climbed inside the limo. “Well this is a fine mess you got us into,” she teased, giggling. “Mum just passed the American bar. She's got a license to practice law in America, and informed us we’re moving.”

“This is so exciting,” Ellen said. “Hollywood!” she bubbled.

“Aye but we had to dress like we’re goin’ to a funeral, just in case we got spotted with you,” Casidhe laughed.

“Whys that?” Sophie asked.

“Smoke and mirrors,” Katelyn grinned. “Got to present the right image to build up the hype. It’s not that we didn’t want you to be seen together, because we do, but its not time yet.”

“Ah,” Sophie nodded. She didn’t quite get it, but for some reason, she really did trust Katelyn. She seemed to know what she was doing, and she really was giving Sophie everything she could ever ask for, so that deserved a little trust too. “So what happens next?”

“Next we go get you a fancy dress for dinner with Megan Stuart and Juliette Small.” Katelyn said. “It’ll be good for the press to see you with some of the other talent we employ your own age. They’ve got some questions to ask you anyway.” she winked.

Sophie might have spent a year on the street, but she damned well knew who Megan and Juliette were. Megan was the first openly transgender Disney star, a minor like her, and there were rumors she and Juliette were even dating. Her jaw dropped.

“Then after dinner.” Katelyn continued, “I rented a photo studio for a few hours. I’d like to get some portfolio shots and get you a crash course in modeling. Then we can go back to the hotel and you can get some sleep, and tomorrow you have a sit down with Susan, and then we go to lunch with Megan and Juliet before we get on a plane to Hollywood. That’s where Casidhe and Ellen come in.”

“Wait what?” Casidhe looked up from her phone.

“You two will be at the airport to wait for Sophie.” Katelyn laughed.

“Oh, God, okay,” Casidhe laughed. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Yeah,” Ellen laughed, “I’m down with all this publicity stuff, but like dinner with movie stars is a little above our pay grade,” she teased.

“We’ll introduce both you and Ellen as Sophie’s cousins.” Amanda said. “And when the press asks why Sophie’s not living with your mother, the excuse is Sophie has partial emancipation and that the company has assigned her guardians.”

“That works,” Casidhe giggled. “We are practically cousins. Sophie’s the only one we’ve asked to stay at our flat.”

“It’s cause she's a Belfast girl.” Ellen winked. “And she’s never tried to pickpocket us,” she laughed.

“That’s because when I first met you two, you gave me that tip jar with 100 euros in it.” Sophie giggled. “And don’t get me wrong, Janie an’ Danny are good people, but aye they’d rob ya blind,” she giggled out.

“Janie’s been on the street for too long.” Casidhe said. “She won’t even talk to us, ‘fraid we’ll snitch to child services.”

“That lady we dealt with with child services seemed pretty cool.” Sophie stated. “But if she won’t deal with em, maybe she’ll at least accept help from the charity. I told em it’s legit.”

“This is our stop,” Casidhe giggled and hugged Sophie. “See you tomorrow.” Ellen hugged Sophie next, and then both girls climbed out of the limo outside their apartment, waving as they pulled away again.

Sophie looked down at her feet thoughtfully. “This modeling thing... I’m too young for heels right?” she asked hopefully. Katelyn laughed.

“Yes. No heels until you’re 15,” she teased.

“Joking, you're going to have to learn to walk in them, but we’re going to start off easy with wedges. I have Katelyn as your sole photographer, but sometimes you might have to shoot for another, but that will be rarely” Amanda said. “Over there.” she pointed to a nice dress shop and the limo driver pulled over.

“You’re a winter color, so shopping for you is going to be interesting, till we get stateside and then I know most of the best places.” Katelyn grinned.

~oOo~

They had paid almost 6,000 euros for the dress that Sophie was wearing. There was no way in hell Sophie would have ever in her life bought this dress, but Katelyn stated that Megan and Juliette would be wearing nice dresses as well, as this was a publicity dinner. It didn’t look 6,000 euros to her, though. It fit fine, felt good, very light, ‘airy’ as Katelyn called it, but there wasn’t anything, short of the designer label, to make it worth so much, to her mind.

She wasn’t thrilled about the diamond bracelet either, but since she had only just gotten her ears pierced, Katelyn explained she couldn’t wear the diamond earrings that she wanted Sophie to wear, so the bracelet had to suffice. Sophie wasn’t thrilled about the earrings, either, but those at least were something she could agree with given the right style.

She had no idea how much the diamond set that they had bought her even cost. Sshe was getting her hair redone and having the woman help her learn how to do makeup.

“It’s important at your age,” the woman said, “Not to look like you’re wearing too much, but when you do photo shoots it’s a complete opposite. With all the lights and such, you’ll feel like you’re wearing a pound of mud on your face.”

Katelyn nodded as she joined, “The camera can’t get light makeup well, so we have to use more to make it look like less.”

A slightly older girl getting her hair done at the next station over giggled. “It’s really bad if you’re on the spirit squad or acting. You look like a monster up close, just to look good from the stage.”

“Exactly, it’s all about lighting and distance. Even the best cameras in the world can’t pick up natural.” Katelyn shrugged. “But when you’re not photoshooting, your best to keep things natural, light lip gloss, maybe some eyeshadow as Jane here said.”

“As you get older,” Jane nodded, “You can start to experiment with different looks for different occasions. You wouldn’t want an evening look to go shopping in, but if you were going to a red carpet event, you can’t have too much mascara, for example. Don’t worry Sophie, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to learn.” she said as she finished up and turned Sophie to the mirror to see herself.

“Bloody hell,” she blurted out. “I look... amazing.” It really wasn’t all that much, but the little changes added up to a huge difference.

“Duh.” The girl from the chair nearby giggled. “Im totally jelly. You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, and that lip gloss and nail polish combo makes them pop even more.”

“Everything we do.” Katelyn said as she paid the woman and they left, “For your look, will always be to accent your eyes; your eyes are your biggest assets. You have a cute almost heart shaped face and a slender nose that help, but your eyes are the first thing people notice.”

“Really?” Sophie asked, “I never really thought about that.”

“It’s why I took snapshots of you when I was here on vacation.” Katelyn laughed. “Your eyes just have these shine in them. You can melt hearts, or stare daggers that would chill the hardest soul, and I absolutely love it. Okay time to head to the restaurant and meet Juliette and Megan.”

“Thank God I already peed,” Sophie sighed.

The limo pulled up to a really fancy restaurant. There were camera people all over; they had already gotten their fill of Megan and Juliette. It was like they were packing up, till Sophie stepped out of the limo. One of the lady camera people leaned over to a colleague, “Who's that?” as they all began to take pictures.

“That’s Sophie Dee,” the colleague answered, “The Irish Princess. Wonder what she’s doing here?”

“No shit?” The lady said, as Sophie entered the restaurant.

Sophie waved as delicately as she could manage, which still wasn’t very, but she had come a long way in just a short time. It wasn’t even that she didn’t know how to act like a girl, but she was a street urchin, so had a few rough edges, but Katelyn and Amanda were both patient and good teachers. Sophie wasn’t the first project like this that had landed in Katelyn’s lap, just the most challenging.

“Ah there they are.” Amanda said and waved at the pair, already sitting. Juliette was wearing an elegant purple evening gown, and Megan a white number. A woman pulled a seat out for Sophie to sit at, as Amanda and Katelyn took a table nearby.

“This looks good for Megan and Juliette.” A woman at the table they sat down at said. “Not only that, but for Sophie as well.”

“Poor girl,” Amanda giggled. “Turns out she’s a big fan of theirs,” she said as the girls made their greetings and started talking.

“My dress is riding,” Megan said through gritted smile and giggled.

“This thing cost 6,000 euros.” Sophie did the same.“I feel like Irish Barbie.”

“When we get back to the States, Jules and I will show you what the high life is really like,” Megan giggled. “If you have time anyway.”

“Staying up till 2am eating pizza, watching horror movies with friends,” Juliette laughed. “Uh oh, reporter 2 o’clock,” she said in a hushed tone and then quickly spoke loudly enough for the nosy reporter to hear, “So have you given acting any thought?”

“Me, an actress?” Sophie asked. “Wouldn’t the accent get in the way?”

“Na you’d be surprised,” Megan said. “I bounce between Australian and California Valley Girl so much it makes people’s heads spin. Even Juliette started sounding like Croc Dundee during our Outback shoot.”

Juliette said, “We kinda were talking, and we’d love for you to do a guest role on our show?”

“A real life lost girl huh?” Sophie giggled.

“Yup.” Megan said and turned to look at the reporter who was giving them space as they ordered their food.

“Excuse me.” the woman softly said, “Can I bother you for a second of your time, before your food arrives?”

Megan grinned. “Well, security didn’t tackle you at the door which means you’re on the approved list, so please, by all means.”

“Yeah, it takes a lot of work to get on that list, but actually me and my partner were here on a dinner date.” she winked, “There are lots of rumors circulating back home that you and Juliette are dating; can you make a statement for me on that one?” she asked.

Megan looked at Juliette. Juliette giggled. “Are we dating?” she asked Megan.

Megan laughed and kissed Juliette on the lips. “About... Six months now?”

“Thank you girls. Sorry for interrupting you during dinner. Oh one last thing, Sophie Dee right?” she turned to Sophie.

“Aye, Sophie Dee,” Sophie said with a broad smile.

“Do you have anyone special in your life?” The woman asked.

“Na, I don’t date yet.” Sophie shrugged.

“That’s going to make a lot of your fans happy to hear.” The woman grinned and laughed a little as she turned to walk away.

“Didn’t we already confirm the dating rumor ages ago?” Juliette laughed.

“We did, but I think she had to reaffirm it because of Sophie.” Megan shrugged.

“Ohh,” Juliette giggled. “Yeah, that makes sense. Hollywood reporters don’t know what the hell to do with us, being openly LGBT at our age, and not in any kind of trouble like ever.”

“Yeah, I have a question about that.” Sophie frowned. “Should I come out as T?”

“Totally up to you.” Juliette stated.

Megan nodded. “It’s got its positives and its negatives. I literally get death threats daily from people who think everything from that I betrayed them, to that God hates me, or whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “If you’re comfortable with people knowing, then I’ll back you 100%.”

“It might actually be smart to get out ahead of it now, while you're only starting your career however, unlike Megan, who had two previous tv shows and a modeling career before.”

“That’s true,” Megan said. “I didn’t have a choice when I transitioned publicly. If someone snoops in your past and finds out they could cause problems down the road. It’s definitely something to discuss with your agent, but again, whatever you decide, we absolutely got your back girl.”

“Thank you,” Sophie said. “I really didn’t know what to expect meeting you guys. You’re really down to earth.”

“Juliette can have her diva moments.” Megan teased. “Just don’t let fame get to you, I’ve been in the biz for a long time.” Megan giggled. “We try to take time to just be regular teens a lot. One of the benefits of filming on location in Florida is we get to go to Disney World a lot,” she laughed.

“That would be soo cool.” Sophie said. “I’ve never even dreamed of doing anything like that.”

“Well make sure you go to Disneyland a lot since you’ll be close by.” Juliette said.

“Speaking of,” Megan grinned, “A little bird told me you bought my old house.”

“Yeah that’s what I heard. You guys left all your furniture too.” Sophie looked at Megan, “Do you want it?”

“Had to,” Megan giggled. “I mean I cleaned out my room of my stuffed animal collection when we got a condo in Florida, but everything else was either leave or sell off, so we decided to leave it for the next person to sort out. Most of it is inside two years old though.”

“Well that answers my question.” Sophie giggled as the waiter brought out their food. The girls were having Angus beef burgers and fries, while Sophie had ordered a big platter of fish and chips again. She was a huge fish and chips kind of girl.

“Man that fish smells good though,” Juliette said after a moment. “Reminds me of Kelso’s on 3rd.”

“I hope America has good Chippies.” Sophie giggled out. “We Irish love our fish and chips just as much as the scots do.”

Juliette turned to glare at Megan. “If you say Long John Silver’s, I’ll smack you.”

Megan burst out laughing. “What? I like LJS, but I’d never compare them to a proper chippie.”

Juliette said, “There’s a few places in Cali you can get really good fish and chips, just don’t make your first stop LJS. It’s not bad, it’s just...”

“Bastardized,” Megan nodded. “It’s a fast food chain. Kinda like Taco bell or McD’s”

“Ohh,” Sophie nodded. “So good for a snack, but not much for a good meal.”

“Exactly.” Juliette nodded.

~oOo~

“Okay time for your first ever photo shoot. I have to tell you up front that I’m bringing in a professional photographer so you can learn what it’s like to work with one, even if you will hardly if ever work with someone other than me.” Katelyn said. “For the first hour you’ll work with him.”

“Aren’t you a professional photographer?” Sophie asked honestly.

“Yes, but this guy does shoots with all the famous models.” Katelyn winked as the Limo driver headed towards the studio that Katelyn rented. “Just a heads up, he can be a real dick. That’s the real reason I’m having you work with him. Never know when I’ll be sick or something.”

“Ah great,” Sophie sighed.

“It’s just practice hon.” Amanda said. “Don’t let him get to you.”

By the time they got inside the studio, Sophie had psyched herself up for the worst, but the man who approached them, carrying an expensive looking camera, seemed alright. He had shoulder length brown hair, a bit of a van dyke, and he was wearing what Sophie would eventually learn was called ‘business casual’.

At the end of the shoot, in which he hardly even raised his voice, he said, “You have raw natural talent. You didn’t try to make out with the camera like some girls do. Keep that and you will go far.”

The adults crowded around his Macbook Pro to look at the previews, while Sophie headed back to the dressing area to change.

Katelyn came in, “Now we’re on to a real photo shoot. We’ve got a contract to do some photos for Saint Margaret's.”

“Wow, tonight?” Sophie asked, hopping on one foot to get her loafer on her foot where it had lodged itself halfway-on and wouldn’t go any further.

“Yup.” Katelyn said, trying not to laugh, “Trisha will be coming back here to fix your makeup and help you get into a Saint M’s uniform.”

“Oh, Gawd,” Sophie laughed and stepped out of her loafers again.

“This time, I’ll be taking the photos though.” Katelyn said, “You did really good earlier by the way, Michael never says anything nice like that.”

“She’s not kidding,” a blonde haired young woman around 25 or so, said as she poked her head around the corner. “I watched part of your shoot. I’ve never seen that man actually smile.”

“Sophie, meet Trisha.” Katelyn said. “She’ll be your permanent makeup artist for photo shoots and other events.”

“Fun,” Sophie said as she hopped back up in the chair. “It’s nice to meet’cha Trisha.”

“Sorry I’m late, but I got delayed at customs.” Trisha said. She tried not to giggle as she set her makeup kit on the counter. “Give ya three guesses what they thought all these tubes were.”

“Oh Gawd,” Sophie giggled out for the second time.

“Yeah,” Trisha laughed. “I jokingly told the customs agent I was going to give someone an aggressive makeover. Okay, we’re going for innocent here, so I’m going to be using my pink palette. They told you already about makeup magic and the camera right?”

“Aye,” Sophie tried not to nod as Trisha had already set to work on her eyes. “And another girl warned me that if I got into acting, I’d look like a monster in five pounds of mud,” she giggled.

“Not that bad.” Trisha said, “I used to do make up for Megan. She does her own now,” Trisha said. “Maybe you’ll eventually not need me either; actually I like it when my clients move on and don’t need help anymore. Not that I don't mind doing your make up.” she winked. “But it’s cool when they learn so much that they don’t need my help.”

The St. Margaret’s uniform actually wasn’t as bad as Sophie had expected. Thankfully it was the older girls’ uniform, so it had a more refined and basic look to it.

At the last moment, Katelyn added a small gold chain with a crucifix. There were two nuns and a plain clothed woman there, waiting for Sophie to come out. “Hello Dear.” one of the nuns said, “That uniform looks really good on you.”

The younger one spoke, “It’s a shame you won't be attending our school personally, even if you are enrolled.” she grinned.

Sophie looked a little surprised. “Wow...” She looked at Katelyn. “You said you got me the best tutor, I didn’t realize you meant THE best.”

“I did.” Katelyn said. “You’re a Saint Margaret's girl now. We’ll be flying back every so often when you’re not busy to attend school events and to make an appearance in class. You ready? We won’t be doing any sexy poses.” she warned Sophie, but jokingly.

Sophie bit back a laugh, at least until both of the nuns started to chuckle too, and then she couldn’t hold it in and giggled right as Katelyn took the first snap of her.

The shoot lasted almost 3 hours. It was 9:45pm when they began tear down, and Trisha began to wash the heavy makeup off Sophie to put on a light set.

“This will be easy to remove when you get back,” Trisha said. “I use these face wipes,” she said, placing a fresh box in Sophie’s handbag. “Brings it right off with no harsh chemicals so you can even use em on your eyes. It also helps moisturize and clean your pores as well.”

“Thank you Trisha.” Sophie said.

“No problem Sophie dear, we want you to look pretty no matter what you’re doing, even if it’s digging a hole.” she teased.

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“Morning sunshine.” Katelyn said as Sophie woke up, “Coffee? Then you need to get dressed, and we’ll be meeting Susan at the school for the interview.”

“Mmmph,” Sophie whined. “What time is it?”

“Seven,” Amanda answered. “C’mon, I’ve got breakfast. Well, room service has got breakfast,” she giggled. Sophie sat up.

“Just so you know though, we did the St. Margaret's shoot at half price since you’re a student.” Katelyn said as she ate.

“Half price is still a bloody lot to ask of nuns,” Sophie giggled out.

“They can afford it.” Amanda laughed, “Wait till you see the damn school. It’s a state of the art education center.”

“I’d like to get a few shots of you on campus, speaking of which,” Katelyn grinned. “Hope you don’t mind the uniform. I was told you have to wear it when you make appearances at campus anyway, so.”

“I don’t mind,” Sophie said. “It’s actually pretty comfortable.”

“It’s a lovely skirt, what's funny is they’re slightly above the knee, whereas, when I went to catholic schoo.l..” Amanda giggled, “It had to be below the knee.”

Katelyn looked at Amanda. “Hold on. You. You went to catholic school. And I’m only finding this out now?”

“Yup.” Amanda giggled. “We’ve only been dating three weeks silly.” she stuck out her tongue.

“How old are you two?” Sophie asked.

“26.” Katelyn said.

“23.” Amanda added.

“Wow,” Sophie said.

“Yup so there’s only 10 years between us.” Amanda winked, “And 13 between you and Katelyn.”

“Heh,” Sophie said to herself as she finished eating. “Not far off from my real mum. She was 16 when I happened. I guess it was pretty dumb to think I’d find her after all these years, but to tell the truth,” she glanced up at the two, “I just wanted an excuse to leave. Glad I did now.” She smiled, got up, surprised them both with a hug, and then wandered off to get ready. “The Clan helped some, but they let me have my freedom, too.”

“Well that was easy,” Katelyn said. Amanda giggled. “Wonder what she meant by the lcan, though?”

“Who knows. But she didn’t bat an eye. I told you she wouldn’t. Some three week anniversary huh?” she teased.

Katelyn laughed, “Yeah. I’m glad Drew asked you to come with so I could show you some of the beauty of this country. St. M’s is like walking into Hogwarts,” she teased. “But they have some ultra modern facilities too. Sophie’s going to love it.”

“I think she already does,” Amanda giggled. “It is a shame she can’t attend full time, but with the arrangements with the company we’ll be coming back often enough. Next time I hope to meet this infamous aunt of yours,” she teased.

“I guarantee it,” Katelyn laughed as Sophie came back, dressed but not yet made up. She glanced at them and grinned, grabbed the last slice of toast, and ran off again.

~oOo~

Sophie was indeed amazed by the school’s grandeur. What shocked her the most was how high tech it was for as old as it looked. Even the newspaper office was high tech; they had state of the art computers and a state of the art printing press, 4k monitors and the best of the best in layout and design software. She also loved that one of the nuns had a faded tattoo of a wolf’s head on the back of her hand.

After the interview, Susan turned to Katelyn, “I know you guys have a flight back to the states soon, but I made arrangements with Sister June to do a couple photos in her class if that's okay?

“It’s not an interruption is it?” Katelyn asked.

“Nope not at all, we have a lot of kids in this school with famous or rich parents.” Susan answered. “She’ll sit in for the entire class till it’s over, and I'll take a few photos for the story. Sister June’s already given her full blessing.”

“We have time before the flight out.” Katelyn nodded. “It’s up to Sophie though.” she looked over at Sophie.

“Well, I mean, being honest I haven’t been in a classroom in awhile, but sure, if it’s no trouble, I’d love to.”

“None.” Susan said, “Like I said, I already cleared it. By the way,” she said as they got up to start for the classroom, “Thank you so much for talking to me yesterday. You would not believe the storm of phone calls I’ve gotten for copies of my article,” she giggled. “Now that I got a proper interview I can finish it.”

Class hadn't quite started yet so everyone was taking their seats. Sister June smiled warmly at them. “Good morning Sophie. If you’d take a seat over here by the door, middle row that would be perfect. Kathrin is in the nurse's office sick so she won't mind if you take her chair for the class.”

“Don’t worry,” the blonde haired girl behind Sophie said as she sat down. “It’s not contagious. She’s just got her first monthly,” she said casually.

“No rumors Jessica,” Sister June stated firmly.

“Sorry, Sister,” Jessica said.

“Now, I believe we left off yesterday at the invasion of England in 1066?”

“Yes Sister,” everyone said politely at once. Sophie tried not to slump in her chair, sitting properly because she knew at any moment she could be photographed. She tried to pay attention to the lecture even as Susan came in and took the photos of her and the class.

“Thank you Sister.” Susan said as she finished up, “Sorry for interrupting your class.” she apologized even if she had it pre-planned.

“Not at all dear,” June said, without missing a beat, as she wrote some notes on the fancy electronic “blackboard”.

The rest of the class was actually kinda fun, Sophie thought for sure it would be a stuffy thing since it was taught by a nun, but Sister June didn’t have one of those monotone voices, and she was actually quite animated for a nun. At one point she even sat on her desk, took out a fuzzy koosh ball, and started throwing it at students to pick who would get called on to answer a question.

At the end of class Sister June called Sophie, “Mind staying a second?”

Sophie looked at the door to see Katelyn and Amanda who nodded. “Sure?”

“Did you have fun?” Sister June asked.

“It was great,” Sophie laughed. “I wish my teachers at my old school were so into teaching.”

“Mind you not all classes are like mine.” Sister June said with a warm chuckle, “But you are all young ladies, and I think teaching the way I was taught wouldn’t get through to your generation. I hope you enjoyed my class, since you are registered for it. I hope to see you often, even if you are in America.”

“As often as I can,” Sophie nodded. “I really like this school.”

“Sister Kayla is a good tutor, ranked the best in the nation. You will enjoy her.” June said, and gave Sophie a hug, “You represent our school out there hon, so make us proud okay?”

“I will ma’am,” Sophie answered, almost with tears in her eyes. She really was proud, excited, even a little scared, but mostly proud.

On the airplane, Katelyn looked over, “Sister Kayla will be your tutor, but when you’re not on shoot, we made arrangements to do internet classes with your classmates, plus Ellen and Casidhe will also be joining in as they have the same classes you do.”

Ellen leaned over from her extra cushy first class seat and nudged Sophie’s arm lightly, grinning, “Yeah, remind me to get you some ridiculous over the top present for your birthday for getting us into the best school in the UK.”

Casidhe nodded, “You know 90% of the alumni of Saint Margarets become like major actors or CEO’s.”

“Really?” Sophie giggled. “Wow. I mean I fell in love when I saw the campus, and Sister June’s history class made me actually want to learn stuff, but wow.”

“Yeah they have a damn good art department too.” Ellen said. “You and I have an Art class together that Casidhe passed on.” Casidhe stuck out her tongue, and went back to watching a movie.

“I was talking with Megan about my new house,” Sophie said, “She said there’s a loft that they never did anything with, that would be perfect for paintings to air dry in.”

“Yup, we were talking to Rob about getting someone to come in and remodel it as an art studio for you.” Amanda said. Sophie - once secretly, but now openly - loved art. She took an art class every year that it was offered at her old school.

That was part of the problem her father had with her, but he was a thousand miles away as they soared over the ocean. He no longer had custody of her anymore anyway.

“Oh,” Sophie grinned at the two. “It’s got a recording studio too, so we can jam together. Maybe I’ll finally learn guitar,” she teased, laughing.

“Sweet!” Casidhe spoke up. “That’ll be awesome. But we promise not to be over all the time,” she teased.

“I don’t mind as long as Katelyn and Amanda don’t.” Sophie giggled. “You’re the closest thing I’ve had to family in... Well, forever.”

“So have you thought about it?” Amanda asked, “Coming out now as transgender?”

“Hardcore,” Sophie nodded. “I kind of want to do it to get it over and done, but I know how much setup this stuff takes too, so...”

“I think if we nip it now.” Katelyn said, “You won’t get near as many death threats as Megan does, and your fans will be much easier on you. The media is going to eat it, and you won't hear the end of it from them for awhile, but we can nip that in the ass too.”

“Speaking of fans,” Amanda grinned. “I know you’ve never had a phone, so I didn’t want to overwhelm you too much too fast, but I did take the liberty of getting you a verified Twitter and Facebook accounts.”

“What we can do is either you can man them yourself, or we can have someone at the studio tweet and make facebook posts on your behalf.” Katelyn said.

“That second one sounds safer,” Sophie nodded. “At least until I get used to things like having a phone,” she giggled.

“I’ll do it.” Cas said. “I mean if that's okay, I’m a teen and having a teenage girl tweet and f’book for her might be better.”

“That and she’ll be in the know of what's going on for Sophie.” Ellen grinned, “Since we’ll be hanging a lot.”

“That actually works.” Amanda nodded, handing Cas an iphone 10. “All the facebook and twitter creds are on the post-it on the back if you want to manage them from your phone.”

“I'll have her do some of her own selfies and stuff sometimes.” Cas nodded. “Once she gets the hang of it she can do her own.” she winked at Sophie bringing up the camera app, “Sophie, hold the phone out like this.” she showed Sophie, “And then press that at the bottom.”

“Ack,” Sophie laughed, accidentally hitting the power button. “I already broke it.”

“Nope you’re fine.” Cas giggled as she brought up the app again, “This one right here.” she giggled.

“Like... this?” she snapped a photo of herself making a rather dumb expression.

“Yup, take one more and smile.” Cas giggled. Sophie grinned, tilting the phone slightly so that Cas and El were in frame too. “Nice.” Cas wrote a tweet, and added the picture.

“Hey, I did it. I selfied,” she laughed.

“This okay?” Cas asked her, it just read, ‘Headed to Hollywood! With my cousins! YAY!’

“Aye that’s perfect,” Sophie said excitedly.

“Your first tweet ever.” Cas winked. “By the way if you don’t mind Sophie, I'll run them all by you first okay?” she tagged herself and Ellen in the photo. Suddenly Ellen’s phone began to go nuts with notifications.

“Oy,” Ellen laughed. “Forgot to turn off noties on mine. Everyone’s going to be buggin us about this one for abit.” She pulled out her phone, turning off notifications, and then gave Casidhe a funny look.

“Wha?” Casidhe asked.

“Freaking Megan and Juliette just followed me.”

“Cool beans!” Casidhe giggled, “I think that’s still an American saying.” she teased.

“Debby Ryan just followed me, bloody hell,” Ellen squeaked out.

“I got the same notifications.” Casidhe giggled, “As did you Soph.” she showed Sophie the iPhone.

Katelyn giggled. “It’s what we call the star aura effect. You two are famous by proxy now. I’m really sorry about the press at the airport though, it’s going to be worse stateside. Sophie’s already got a pretty growing fan club.”

“Aye well,” Ellen said, “At least American press has never killed a royal.”

“Yet.” Amanda giggled.

“Oh, Gawd,” Sophie laughed. “Ya know, I’m waiting for the royal family to comment on this “Irish Princess” nonsense at this rate.”

“I know Northern Ireland is part of the United Kingdom, but you were living in Southern Ireland, which isn’t.” Katelyn said. “I bet you 10 to nothing you might get knighted or something someday, but that’s not now.” she winked.

~oOo~

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ll be landing at LAX shortly.” came over the speakers, “I’d like to thank you all for flying American Air. Local temperature is approximately 78 degrees and sunny. Welcome to Los Angeles.”

Katelyn giggled. “They don’t normally do that last part.”

Megan poked her head up between them. They had gotten on the same plane during their layover in NYC, “Yeah, but they don’t normally have like ten celebrities flying first class,” she teased, and then quickly got back to her seat to buckle up.

“I forgot to ask you, why didn’t you guys fly to florida instead of coming out to LA?” Sophie asked.

“Because we’re here to hang with you and give you some support for a few days.” Juliette answered. “When Amanda texted us that you’d made your decision, we knew we couldn’t leave you now, so we pulled some strings and got our flights changed.”

“Told you we’d be here for you,” Megan grinned. ‘Besides, we’re not needed on set until next month. Got a big break so it works for the lot of us. We’ve got some of the gang flying out next week to really give ya a crowd,” she laughed, “But for the next few days it’s just us hanging on your coat tails.”

“I’ve already informed the press that you have a big announcement for them when we land,” Amanda said.

Megan giggled. “Probably better than the way I did it. I um... sort of broke Twitch.”

“Yeah, 1 billion viewers at one time.” Juliette giggled. “A lot of good support, a lot of hate on that stream.” she winked. “Mostly good though.”

“Okay, so tell me what you think of this,” Sophie said as she held up her iPhone 10 to read the statement she prepared. “In coming to America, I’m starting fresh in so many ways. As some of you know I was homeless before Katelyn found me. But in starting fresh, I want to start honestly.

“That’s why I’ve decided to clear the air about something. I was not born Sophie Dee. I am transgender. I didn’t say anything sooner because I wasn’t sure how the world would react, however with the loving support of my cousins, and my two wonderful friends, I’ve decided that I need to be honest - with the world and with myself.”

“Sounds perfect.” Megan said. “Have you seen your follower count on Twitter BTW?”

“Oh I forgot to show her.” Cas giggled and pulled it up. She had been typing that speach into Twitter for a future tweet from Sophie as well. The count already read 250 people were following her. “I'm thinking about 10 or 20 of them are bots you know those retweet bots. Also I’m only following back a few people, like Celebs our age mostly and a few of the girls from school.”

“Tweet, retweet,” Sophie giggled. “Someday I’ll remember what all this means.”

“It’ll definitely be something you might want to start learning real soon.” Megan laughed, “After all you are a teenage girl and a celebrity: piece of advice, never go anywhere without that phone too.”

“Absolutely,” Juliette said. “Even if you decide you’re sick of security and decide to go off on your own, you’ll be glad you had it with you if something bad happens.”

“Exactly.” Cas nodded, “Even when we went out to play on the streets, it wasn't far from home, but we still had our phones. The cell phone is a god send for teenage girls.” she winked. “Even if not for calling, there’s a crap ton of fucks out there. But that’s preaching to the choir..”

“Speaking of Security.” Amanda said, “When we get to the condo - we rented a temp condo till the sale of the house is final - I’ll introduce you to your new bodyguard.”

“I told Daddy that he had to sell the place to you, but it still takes time.” Megan giggled.

“Okay folks we’ll be landing in a moment, please go ahead and place your trays and seats in an upright position, and turn off any electronic devices,” the flight attendant stated.

“That’d be us,” Ellen laughed as she turned off her phone, her Nintendo Switch, and for good measure, she double checked that her Pokemon 3DS was off as well. Everyone else did as well, Casidhe helped Sophie turn her iphone off.

“I don't think it really does anything.” Casidhe giggled, “But it’s always on the safe side to err with caution.”

“Aye if anyone’s gettin’ blamed for crashing this close to home, it won’t be me,” Sophie giggled. She paused to laugh outright a moment later. “Well, second home, anyway. Ireland knocked me on my arse, but I still love her.”

“You’re still an Irish citizen.” Sarah nodded. “You just have a long term american work visa. Those are usually a nightmare to get. I think your charity donation went a long way to greasing the wheels as it were. You’re a hero in Galway already.”

“Now I just need a better nickname,” Sophie laughed.

“Ooh,” Megan said, and then paused. “Nah. I got nothing.” Juliette giggled.

“You’re kinda stuck with Irish Princess.” Katelyn said, as they landed and were stopped Katelyn turned on her tablet and handed Sophie the article, ‘Prime Minister of The Republic of Ireland has stated that the Irish Princess is set to receive a title in two months time.’

“Oh bloody hell,” Sophie laughed. “What is with everyone? Because I have pretty eyes suddenly I’m God?”

“No, you have a big heart, for your age.” Katelyn stated, pulling up the Charity that Sophie set up, to show her how much money had already been donated: 6.8 billion dollars so far had been collected. Sophie’s jaw fell open.

“I... what?” she stammered out.

“A whooole lot of people besides you donated, including us,” Megan grinned.

“Microsoft said it was going to match anything Apple donated, and Apple said it would donate 1/3 of whatever you donated.” Amanda giggled. “In perpetuity - that means every time you donate, they do. Soon we’ll have to expand to the entire UK at this rate.”

“That also means,” Katelyn grinned, “Every company that hires you gets good publicity for helping you donate, even if they don’t spend a dime on the charity itself. You, young lady, are a gold mine of good publicity.”

“As Katelyn said you have a big heart.” Megan giggled, and leaned over to hug her as they got up to depart the plane. “I mean, I never thought about charity work. It’s not that I don’t care, it just never occurred to me. I want to change that, because of you, and help the homeless here in the US.”

“I told her we should start donating to your charity after Penny told us about it.” Juliette stated, “Penny’s our temp Agent while Ann’s on honeymoon with Megan’s sister,” she giggled.

Megan giggled again. “Penny’s good though. When I saw what you were doing, I was like heck ya let's do it Jules. There’s going to be homeless shelters, really good ones, cropping up all over Ireland soon.”

“Jeez...” Sophie giggled, blushing brightly. “Like seriously, I only put that stipulation in to take care of my friends. I’d have died a long time ago if they hadn’t taken care of me, taught me the ways. I just wanted to repay them.”

“Doesn't take much for something like that to grow.” Juliette said. “It’s called the Sophie Dee Homeless foundation, there’s only one Sophie Dee whos famous right now that I know of.” she winked.

There wasn’t much of a crowd in TSA security area yet, as the celebrities were given preferential departure. Even TSA was pretty fast at getting them through. Nobody teased or gave them a bad time, so it went quicker.

“Welcome to America.” Megan said as they were all ambushed on the other side by reporters.

“Looks a lot like Ireland with less rain,” Sophie shot back playfully, getting a big laugh from the reporters that heard the exchange.

“On behalf of CNN we’d like to welcome you as well Sophie,” a woman called out, “I’m actually here to ask you about your charity if you don’t mind.” She was much louder than the rest of them, very outspoken.

“Sure,” Sophie said. “I know my agent told you guys I’d have a big announcement to make, but I can answer some questions first.”

“Was your only reason for starting it because you were homeless, or do you have other reasons as well?” The woman asked.

“Mainly,” Sophie said, “I wanted to repay the people who taught me how to survive the mean streets. I was a dumb runaway kid with an abusive Da. I didn’t know the first thing about surviving. They could’ve tore me apart and left me to die, instead, they showed me the ropes, where to busk without getting yelled at, where to get a decent meal. That’s not living - that’s just surviving. I wanted to do right by them because they did right by me.”

There was a bunch of talking and a man spoke up, “Sophie, you said that your managers had something you wanted to tell the public, our agency never got that message, I’m with TMZ.” he laughed.

“Oops Sorry Rob.” Katelyn spoke into the mics, “I forgot to give Amanda your email.” there was some laughs from everyone. “It was definitely not intentional!”

“Yeah, I have a major announcement to make.” Sophie said, and began to tell her speech from memory, trying not to read it off her phone. Once during the whole thing she looked to make sure had it right. Unlike the written speech she made sure to mention Megan and Juliette by name as the “two friends”.

When she finished, she took a deep breath, waiting for someone to ask her an embarrassing question. A woman spoke up, “That was a brave thing, How long have you known you were a girl?”

“Most of my life I’ve known I was different,” Sophie said. “Back in school before I ran away, I had only female friends. They used to jokingly call me ‘one of the girls’,” Sophie laughed. There was much more to the story than that, but she needed permission from others to talk about them, and so she left out the rest, for now.

“I got a question for Megan.” A man spoke up. Sophie looked over at Megan. She stepped forward.

“Megan, you have never donated to charity before.” he began, “Why now and why Sophie Dee’s; are you and Juliette breaking up?”

“Oh God no,” Megan laughed. “I was actually literally just talking to Sophie about this one on the plane. As most of you know I grew up in show biz. That can really isolate you. I never really “knew” a homeless person. It didn’t hit home for me how human they are. Sophie, honestly, opened my eyes, made me realize how much good I can do with my celebrity status. I look up to her so much. But no, Jules and I are celebrating our six month anniversary next week,” she added with a giggle.

Juliette smiled and walked up to the microphones. “We’ll be here in California for the next month, so we planned on having a date at Disneyland for it. Maybe take over the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction,” she teased.

“Sophie,” another woman asked, “Are you joining the cast of ‘Lost Girls’?”

Sophie giggled. “No, but they did ask me if I’d consider a special guest spot sometime. I guess that part’s up to the writers and producers.”

“Sophie I just saw your pictures for Saint Margaret’s. Are you going to school there?” A woman asked.

“I have a tutor from St. Margaret’s, and I will be attending classes both online, and in person.” Sophie answered.

“No more questions guys, she’s got a busy day.” Amanda stated as they waded through her picture was being taken by everyone with a camera, as they got into the limo waiting for them. She held out her phone to snap a selfie. “Let’s see... Share... To Twitter... Crap how do I open the keyboard again?” she laughed.

Casidhe had been showing her how to tweet, so that it could be a more authentic system of her own tweets mixing with hers, “Press that right there.” Cas said as she pointed.

“Oh there we go. Big pres... S damn it. Release, glad I’ll be in a limo when u read it smiley face,” she said as she slowly typed her message with the photo. “Hashtag hashtag who’s got the hashtag... There you are. Hashtag jet lag.” She giggled.

Casidhe giggled, “So we’re going to the condo for a long nap, and after I think Katelyn said we had about an hour of freetime before you have a shoot for Teen GQ.”

“They’re uber excited to have a Transgender Teen model for this week's run.” Amanda said.

“There's more than just me and Megan?” Sophie asked.

Amanda nodded, “You’d be surprised sweetie, I can’t tell you any names, but we have a few in our lineup.”

“Don’t worry,” Megan said, “They’ll find you. I wouldn’t be surprised if at least one of them comes out after this.”

“Katelyn said she’d meet us at the condon later,” Amanda said, “She’s got some errands to run. Besides our car was parked at the airport.”

“Oh, this is our stop,” Juliette said as the limo slowed down in front of a Hilton hotel. She leaned over and hugged Sophie, and Megan did too.

“I got your number from Amanda.” Megan said. “We’ll call you later. We don’t want to overwhelm you too much.”

“She’s going to get that, she’s got 8 photoshoots lined up this week and a live show.” Amanda stated.

Sophie’s eyes widened. She was doing mental calculations, which became obvious when she started waggling her finger in the air, drawing imaginary numbers. “Holy shite, that’s a lot of money to the charity.”

“Yup. 6 of the 8 don’t donate, but as we said, it looks good for them having you.” Amanda said. “They pretty much donate by proxy. Also we figured you wanted the same deal for the Live shows as you do for your shoots right?”

“Live shows?” Sophie asked.

“Runway.” Amanda said. “Don’t worry you’ll have time to practice. Most of the teen models that will be doing this one are new to the job as well, or have very little experience, so you’ll be fine.”

“Not to sound vain, I really mean this in the best way possible,” Sophie said, “But it sounds like I’ll be taking the pressure off them,” she laughed.

“Yes you will.” Amanda nodded as the limo pulled into an underground parking garage. When they got out a woman, about 6’4” tall, approached wearing sunglasses and a pant suit and carrying a firearm at her side Sophie only noticed it because the woman fixed her jacket.

“Wow,” Sophie let herself blurt out as she looked up at the woman. She managed to stop herself from saying anything else embarrassing.

“Sophie Dee, Meet Nicole, your bodyguard.” Amanda said. “You’ll have another one for Nicole’s days off.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sophie said as she offered her hand.

“As you.” Nicole smiled down at her and gently shook Sophie’s hand. “Just to let you know, I’ve had to guard other celebrity teens, and I have never once had to use my handgun, so let’s try and keep that streak running.”

Sophie giggled. “If someone started something with me I used to just kick em in the knickers and run, anyway.”

“Smart move.” Nicole grinned as they walked to the elevator. She stayed a little bit behind Amanda and Sophie. “Normally I will never be this close to you, except when you enter an elevator or a close quarters area. It’s easier to protect you from a distance.”

Sophie didn’t seem to mind that, which took Nicole back a bit. She didn’t sigh, pout, roll her eyes, or make any sarcastic noises. She was smiling, actually. It was like she wanted the attention, but not like a spoiled brat would, either. Nicole had only seen this once before.

She wasn’t up on the latest celebrity gossip. She had one job to do, and she had enough relevant information on the client to do that job: girl, 13, fashion model. That was all she needed to know. But she saw Sophie’s history unfolding in how she walked, talked, moved, and in the hints of tattoos here and there under her clothing.

But she could read “homeless”, “domestic abuse”, “Belfast-Irish” from her, the Irish was in the accent. It had a slight British twang to it.

Nicole waited for the doors to fully close, and for the elevator to start moving, before leaning over to Amanda and whispering, “Tell Miss Price I said ‘thanks’.”

“Sure thing.” Amanda said. She knew what that meant. This was going to be the best job Nicole had in a long time, Amanda and Katelyn knew Nicole before they interviewed her for the job even.

Nicole was an Iraq war veteran who bounced around between jobs after receiving an honorable discharge. She’d spent the last couple of years bodyguarding, mostly for self-absorbed stick figures. She didn’t like to talk about her brief stint in the Women’s WWE, however.

“I think i'm going to enjoy this job.” Nicole said aloud, “I’ll introduce you to your weekend bodyguard tomorrow. He’s not as.. Laid back I think you’d call it on security details, he likes to be close to his subject.”

“Does he do his own theme music?” Sophie giggled.

Nicole smiled briefly, “Spider pig, spider pig..”

“Does whatever a spider pig does,” Sophie giggled.

“Sorry.” Nicole grinned. “I’m glad you at least know that reference.”

“I know a few.” Sophie giggled as they got off the elevator. “Mostly TV shows. I didn’t have a computer or phone before, so I’m getting up to date on the internet stuff still, like what a dank meme is.”

“It can be overwhelming.” Nicole nodded. “Just remember to relax and not let it get to you.”

“After the press conference at the airport,” Sophie nodded, “Megan suggested I avoid Twitter for the next day, so I made Casidhe carry my phone,” Sophie laughed.

Amanda smiled. Like any good Mommy or Agent, or in this case both, she had been keeping track of Sophie’s social media accounts. “It’ll be too hard for her to keep up, all her classmates and stuff now know her true story. So far she's got a lot of good support at school though.”

Nicole took out her personal keycard and slid it into the lock, waiting in the hallway for everyone to file inside. “I’ll go help with your bags, and then I’ll be right back.”

“We got as much as we could,” Casidhe giggled as she and Ellen trudged off the elevator, loaded down with bags. Even Sarah had her fair share of the luggage.

“Katelyn’s stuck in the elevator.” Ellen giggled, “Figured we go with er, so we could see our condo first, and then come ere for you.”

“Whoa,” Casidhe looked up at Nicole. “You’re bleedin tall..”

Nicole grinned at Casidhe. It was the kind of grin that could scare a bear up a tree. “Is she with you?” she asked Sophie. “Tell me she’s not with you.” She cracked her knuckles.

“Eek!” Casidhe squealed, but with nowhere to go since she was loaded down with bags. Nicole laughed.

“I’m just messing with you. I’m Nicole, Sophie’s bodyguard. You’re Casidhe, and you’re Ellen, right?”

“Twins.” Casidhe giggled, “Actually we’re identical twins, so I wasn’t sure if you could tell us apart.”

“Actually you both were in the work paperwork.” Nicole stated. “But I figured I had a 50/50 chance of guessing which was which. I’ve committed to memory what little differences are between you, and I won’t likely mistake you two. But don’t worry. I already explained to Sophie how I won’t be sticking right on top of you except enclosed areas and elevators.”

“Oh I don’t mind,” Casidhe giggled. “You’re protecting our best friend so that makes you aces.”

“I meant to ask.” Sophie said, “You were in the Service weren't you, Special forces?”

Nicole laughed. “How’d you know?”

“The tattoo.” Sophie answered, “Rick, the man who was in charge of us kids at the homeless shelter where I scored a meal sometimes,, had one just like it. Delta Force I think he said.”

Nicole nodded. “I was on the team that took out Bin Laden.”

“Wasn't’t that a seal team?” Ellen asked.

“No, a delta force team actually, but we gave credit to the seals for it.” Nicole stated. “The less the public knows about Delta, the easier it is for them to do their job.”

“Maybe you know Rick?” Sophie asked, “Rick Lesher, great guy, very protective, especially with us girls.”

“Richie,” Nicole laughed. “He’s living in Ireland?”

“Aye, Galway, right between 8th and Cork street.” Sophie nodded. “Only other apartment I've been to since I arrived in Galway, Taught me this thing called a Cobra clutch for if I ever got cornered. He also said if a boy or a male tried anything to stomp their foot and knee them in the nards. His exact words.”

“Good man,” Nicole said. “Good soldier. And he’s absolutely right. The fastest way to disarm a man is to bust his balls open. If someone’s messing with you, he doesn’t deserve civility.”

“Good ta know.” Ellen giggled.

“One thing about street fighting.” Nicole stated, “Everything you have on you is a weapon. I once split a guy’s head open with my cell phone. The cell phone can be used in different ways, to call 911, or to throw it at someone, you can also hit them repeatedly with it. And a handbag strap makes an excellent garrote.” She winked.

“I think I love you,” Casidhe giggled.

“One other thing, keys and change in your pockets can also be used, if you’re being mugged; toss your change on the ground. It’ll distract the robber, and run like hell. Keys can also be used like brass knuckles.” Nicole stated. Class was in session, and Nicole was the instructor. She so rarely had a subject willing to listen, so she was taking advantage of it.

“Oh, aye, especially those big old iron Janitor key rings,” Sophie giggled.

“I suggest if you ever ditch me, to always have a can of bear spray in your clutch or purse.” Nicole grinned as she pulled out three cans of bear spray and handed one to each girl. “Bear spray might be a bit overkill, but there are some people out there who can handle Pepper spray. Bear spray on the other hand... Just don’t let it get taken away and used on you.”

“I don’t think I want to ever ditch you actually.” Sophie stated. “I know Juliette said that if I wanted to ditch my guards that I should take a cell phone, but I feel better knowing you’re around.”

Nicole smiled thoughtfully at that. “Thank you. It’s a lot easier to protect someone who wants to be protected. If you ever want a self defense lesson by the way just ask. I’m trained in Kenpo and Krav Maga. I still think you three need the bear spray just in case something does happen however and we get split up.”

“I agree.” Amanda interjected and Katelyn nodded.

“Besides,” Ellen giggled, “You know some krav maga already,” she teased Sophie. Sophie laughed, remembering that line from The Simpsons.

“A little.” Sophie nodded. “No crotch, no krav maga.”

Nicole burst out laughing. “No question you know Richie.”

“Rich also said that girls can be affected by a swift kick to the groin.” Sophie nodded, “I’ve only used it once on a girl. She kissed me right on the mouth without asking me first.”

Nicole nodded. “It’s an attention-getter.”

“Was it that Blaine girl?” Casidhe asked. “Twat always takin things she thinks belong to er.”

“Aye,” Sophie said. “I didn’t stick around to see much her reaction, but it sure as hell got her attention, and she fooked off afterwards. You know Danny gave her what-fors. He said he gave her a big wet slobbery kiss after eating a buncha garlic,” she laughed.

“Danny the Lumberyard?” Ellen giggled.

“Why’s he called that?” Nicole asked.

“Big fookin arms.” Sophie giggled. “He’s got big arms, big ears, and a small head, little goofy looking, but a hell of a pickpocket despite it. I swear half of it’s because nobody thinks he’s smart or deft enough for it.”

“Danny’s a good kid.” Casidhe giggled. “We give em half our tips from time to time when he comes around to keep the riff raff away. I guess his life’s gonna be way different real soon.”

“With all the money the charity’s taking in,” Sophie nodded, “They’ll be able to open up schools in the shelters and everything.”

“I think you girls should take a small nap while you can,” Katelyn said, “Megan and Juliette will be here in four hours to take you around the area, and after you have a 6 hour photoshoot.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Sophie yawned. “I tried to sleep on the plane, but I was too excited.”

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“Bloody hell,” Sophie sighed as she was backstage changing into her 8th outfit, “I've changed my clothes today more than I have in the past year. Have you seen how much these outfits are goin for? No sane teenage girl can afford em.” S he was talking mostly to herself, but there were several wardrobe ladies there.

“I can’t even afford this stuff,” a girl, about 15, laughed as she emerged wearing a pink and white gown and heels. “Left foot, right foot,” she said to herself as she took a few practice steps. It wasn’t so much the heels, as that the dress kept trying its best to ride the ground underfoot.

“You here for shoots too?” Sophie asked.

“Yup, just trying to remember how to walk in heels.” The girl giggled. “There's a new photographer out there I’ve never dealt with and I don’t want to make her mad my first day with her.”

“Oh,” Sophie giggled, “She’s great, very patient.”

“She yelled at Ashliegh.” The girl said, “You know the girl with the bleached platinum hair?”

“Okay, she’s usually very patient,” Sophie said.

An older woman spoke up, “But Ashleigh is also a seasoned model, girls, and a bit of a diva. There’s one thing to remember in this industry if you want to remain on the good graces of a photographer: listen to what they tell you, and never be a diva.”

“You’ve worked with her?” the girl asked Sophie. “Can you give me any advice?”

“Don't make kissy lips or duck lips.” Sophie stated.

“Ugh, noted,” the girl laughed. “That always looks so dumb anyway.”

“Also unless she tells you to, don’t do that pouty lip thing either. I never knew how to do it till the other day. Megan showed me how.”

“Stacy on deck,” the woman said, looking at the blonde. “Sophie, on the wings.”

Sophie sighed and got ready for her next session. Most of her tats were exposed, except for the celtic knot with a music note at the center, which was covered by makeup. Not that her clothing was all that revealing: she was a minor after all. “How many more do I have?”

“3 more I think,” an older teenage girl said handing Sophie a bottle of water while she waited. “I think you have a swimsuit, another skirt, and a dress to model.”

“Swimsuit?” Sophie squeaked. “Fook me.”

Amanda spoke up, “Legally I can object to the swimsuit if you want, but I want you to look at it first before you decide.”

“Yeah, I’ll look at it first,” Sophie said. “It’s just I’ve never worn one before.”

“One of the wardrobe ladies will help you.” The older woman stated. “Sophie you're on deck.” She took the bottled water and handed it back to the older teen, who set it where Sophie could find it on the edge of her makeup station. Everyone, even the other models, had been very friendly and supportive. She felt like she had just walked into the middle of a sorority backstage.

“Good job Sophie. Now put your hand on your hip and look at the camera like you’re mad.” Katelyn stated. “Madder. A bobby just yelled at you for not having a busking license.” She giggled. “Perfect! Now that same bobby just ripped his trousers, and you can see his heart boxers.” That caused Sophie to burst out laughing, and she snapped the photo.

“Hey Sophie,” the girl in the evening gown called from the door, “How do you stop canadian bacon from curling in the pan? Take away the tiny brooms.” Sophie absolutely burst out laughing,one of the biggest giggle fits she’s had in a long time.

“Perfect, there you go.” Katelyn said. “Okay everyone 50 minute break!” She put her camera on a table next to her Macbook.

Ashleigh sat down at her makeup counter near Sophie. “She’s not too bad,” she said as she fluffed her hair. “ I’ve dealt with way worse camera people. Plus I was kind of being a diva. In my defense I didn’t get any breakfast. By the way you did pretty good so far.” she looked over at Sophie. “You had any training or?”

“I’ve done a couple sessions back in Ireland, but,” Sophie shook her head. “Mostly for school. I have a lot of dance background though.”

“You should so work on an American accent,” another girl spoke up, “That accent no offense sounds like you’re a Parker or an Irish Gypsy”

Sophie laughed. “I am a gypsy, and from Belfast aye. It’s a bit... rough to American ears I’m told. I’ve been talking to my friends about elocution lessons.”

“It’ll help you land TV or movie roles,” the girl said, adding, “I really wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just making an observation. Like I used to have the most god awful southern accent... Hang on, I’ll try and slip into it.” She took a deep breath, put on a big smile, and said, “Well hawdy y’all it’s just so great ta be heyur!”

“Wow.” Sophie giggled. “Do I sound that bad?”

“Oh, hell no,” the girl laughed. “No you’re actually understandable. I had to have an interpreter for my first month because nobody understood Mississippian here. You sound more like this.” she cleared her throat and in her best Irish accent said, “A Dove above the street is quite neat.”

“Hey that’s pretty good,” Sophie said. “Galway with a wee hint of something I can’t place.”

“Yeah I played an Irish rape victim on a cop show.” The girl said “It took place in Boston Irish town.”

“Ohh,” Sophie said. “That explains it. Hey, I think I remember that episode. It was Law & Order right? SVU?”

“Yup.” The girl nodded.

Ashleigh began to play Dropkick Murphy on her phone, ‘Going out in Style.’ “I love this band. I’m actually from Boston. Can you guys keep a really stupid secret that would literally devastate me if it got out?”

“Sure?” Sophie smiled.

Ashleigh giggled. “I start dancing every time I hear that Sam Adams beer commercial. I can’t help it. I just love their music so much. Oh and my real name is Destiny not Ashleigh, Ashleigh is my stage name, I’m a through and through Boston Irish girl.” She even let her accent slip. She sounded almost like the actress Sophie had been talking to.

“Wow,” Sophie giggled. “That’s amazing. I had no idea there was some Boston Irish hiding behind all that California,” she teased. Ashleigh laughed.

“That’s my real accent.” Ashleigh said, grinning innocently. “I talk like a valley girl because that’s what everyone expects when they see a tall tan blonde.”

“You should totally come out Boston Irish.” Sophie giggled. “I got an Uncle in Boston somewhere on my Ma’s side. I mean my Mo-m’s side,” she tried to sound more American. The irony of telling Ashleigh to be herself, while trying to sound more American, wasn’t lost on her. She just found Boston Irish more understandable and less grating than her own rustic accent.

“Never lose your real accent actually then.” Ashleigh said. “Be proud of who you are.”

“I dunno, it helped Megan. She used to have a wicked strong Australian accent as a kid.”

“Aye.” Ashleigh winked. “But we’re in a way different industry than Megan and Juliette. Saw you with them at the press conference. That was bonafide brave as fuck.”

“What’d I miss?” the other girl asked. “I was unplugged from social media this week. Oh gosh I’m Angela by the way.”

“Hi Angela I’m Sophie Dee.” Sophie giggled, “I came out.”

“Lesbian?” Angela aksed. “That’s cool.”

“No Transgender.” Sophie giggled again.

“Bullshit,” Angela said.

“Aye, I got a penis, well a non functional one.” she shrugged. “It’s good for takin a piss an that’s about it.”

“Wow,” Angela said. “Holy shit girl. I’m like speechless. That is so great.”

“You guys don’t mind right?” Sophie asked.

“That we change in front of you?” Ashleigh asked. “Does it get you hard?”

“Can’t get hard.” Sophie laughed.

Ashleigh grinned. “Me either.” She winked.

“You trans too?” Sophie whispered.

“Yeah, but I had surgeries.” Ashleigh whispered back. “I got an innie now. Angela knows but she’s been my best friend since like fifth grade, so,” she laughed.

“Explains why you were tweaked about the bathing suit though,” Angela nodded. “Those things are a bitch to get fitted right even without something in the way. I can’t imagine doing it with.”

“So like, serious question gang,” Ashleigh said. “Should I grovel to the photographer or would that just piss her off more?”

“I’ll probably hear about it after.” Sophie giggled. “You should probably just make nice. Katelyn is my adopted mum.”

“Well, shite,” Ashleigh let her old accent slip again. “Okay, now I’m even more nervous.” She picked up her boa lined robe with ‘Ashleigh’ in golden letters against the sea of silky pink, and tossed it on. “Okay, here goes.”

“Just play nice Dest, you’ll be fine.” Angela said reassuringly.

Sophie picked up a single-twix pack from the amusingly very full bowl of candies on the snack bar and passed it into Ashleigh’s palm. “Can’t go wrong with a bribe,” she giggled out.

“I’ll tell her it was your idea,” Ashleigh laughed.

“If it backfires.” Angela laughed when Ashleigh left, “Destiny has been checking you out all night so far by the way. I never saw her drop her accent for anybody. You are literally the first since we left Boston. And before you ask,” she giggled, “I was born in Mississippi, moved to Boston when I was like 10 to live with my aunt.”

“Wow.” Sophie said. “It’s the ink, isn’t it?” she joked, recovering.

“Can I ask you something?” Angela asked.

“Sure,” Sophie shrugged as she picked out a packet of skittles for herself and began munching them two at a time.

“Do you speak Irish-Gaelic any?” Angela asked.

“Is féidir liom Gaeilge a labhairt

“Know what, I take it back too,” Angela laughed. “Don’t ever lose that accent.”

“That accent.” Destiny spoke, “And the fact you speak Irish like that will help you big time. You really need to teach me how to speak Irish,” she blurted out. She wasn’t carrying the Twix bar, which meant Katelyn accepted the bribe at least.

“Okay Ladies.” The older woman called, “15 minutes and then you need to get dressed.”

“Bloody hell,” Sophie said, “Whose bright idea was it to put candy that dyes your teeth in a modeling wardrobe?” She grabbed a mini toothbrush on the makeup table and started vigorously brushing.

“There's white strips there as well.” Angela said.

“Here,” Ashleigh said, “Just peel it off like this, and then stick it to your teeth like this,” she demonstrated with her own teeth, not wanting to presume too much. “Let it sit for like a minute and you’re set.”

“Go raibh maith agat.” Sophie grinned, “That means thank you. You can say ‘tá fáilte romhat

Ashleigh repeated it slowly a couple of times.

“Use yer Boston irish accent,” Sophie coached.

“Nah, that’d be a bad idea,” Ashleigh sighed.

“You’re a fightin’ girl, use it.” Sophie smiled brightly. “Say Tá mé ó Boston with your real accent.”

Ashleigh looked at Angela. Angela grinned. “Hey, your Boston accent is sexy. My southern accent was not.”

Ashleigh nodded, and let it go in her Boston Irish accent, “Tá mé ó Boston”

“That means I’m from Boston.” Sophie said. “I thought about messin with you, and making you say something like Lets go to Boston and make out. But you’d have figured it out, because a lot of that would be in english.”

Ashleigh laughed. “You’re awful. Oh, it’s been a minute,” she said, spitting out her white strips.

Sophie did the same, the older teen came up to Sophie with the skirt setup, “This one is next.” she handed it gently to Sophie.

“You weren't told that you get to keep 2 of the outfits you model tonight were you?” Angela asked Sophie, “It’s like procedure, you always get to keep an outfit or two. My closet so full of clothes it’s not funny.”

“It is a little funny,” Ashleigh giggled. “Sometimes I try to sell some of my stuff on eBay but most of the time I just donate it. I mean I don’t donate the evening gowns, I try to sell those, but everything else is fair game.”

“After she wears it for a week anyway.” Angela winked. “Everyone wants clothing previously worn by Ashleigh Brown.”

“Irony of ironies huh?” Ashleigh chortled as she got up to start changing. “The kid who had to learn to fight just to walk home from school, now everybody wants my shit.”

“I could tell you were a fighter.” Sophie said. “You’ve broken your knuckles a few times.” she pointed out how they sag in a tiny bit.

Ashleigh laughed. “I tell people it was a car accident. My knuckles accidentally sent splinters of Johnny McDougal's nose up in his brain.”

“Or that time you busted your hand on Jason O'Malley's jaw.” Angela winked.

“Ch’yeah,” Ashleigh said. “I was always in trouble. They thought I was expressing myself through rage because of being trans. Fuck no I was trying to survive.”

“2 and a half years of therapy, we get Destiny, a much calmer version of her old self, but she could still kick ass and take names in a pinch.”.

Ashleigh finished getting changed and eyed the snack table. She grabbed one of the meal replacement milkshakes and chugged it. ““Go raibh... maith... a-gat for the Twix idea, see you in a bit.” She smiled and got into wing position. Angela just sort of giggled innocently.

“What?” Sophie sighed.

“Nothing,” Angela said. “But she is so crushing.”

“Oh,” Sophie said as she slumped onto her stool to put on the pair of sneakers for the skirt outfit. She wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. Only one person had ever had any kind of interest in her, and that as had been established, didn’t end well.

“Or,” Angela offered, “Could just be she sees a friend and ally in you, being you share similar experiences,” she grinned and slipped away to get ready.

Before Ashleigh was done, she interrupted Katelyn, “Sorry before I go can I ask a question?”

“Sure,” Katelyn said. “You’ve earned a reprieve,” she teased.

“Can you talk to Jeff and see about getting me on TV to come out like Sophie did?” Ashleigh asked. Jeff was her agent that worked at the same company that Amanda and Katelyn did. “I mean I know I should do this myself, but like every time I need something he’s busy, and this is kind of important.”

“Sure.” Katelyn said. “I’ll text Amanda when we’re done here and let her talk to Jeff about it, he’s not in my department anymore.”

“Thank you, so much” Ashleigh said. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy, just... You know how it is.”

“Yeah, it’s why I switched departments.” Katelyn nodded. “I got one more to take and you can go change.” she snapped a picture.

“Angela you're on deck.” The older woman said, “Sophie you’re in wing.”

~oOo~

“You got The Ashleigh Brown’s phone number?” Ellen whistled.

“You guys know her?” Sophie asked.

“No, but I’ve seen her ads.” Casidhe said.

“She’s a diva.” Nicole sighed. “I hated working for her.”

Sophie giggled. “She’s... complicated. I probably shouldn’t say anything else yet.”

“That’s an understatement.” Nicole stated before she closed the limo door and headed for her car, a nice newer model, bright metallic red Ford Escape with bullet proof windows as well as run-flat tires. It had a backup camera which provided more tactical advantage than most people realized, especially driving backwards at 50 miles an hour on a crowded street.

Sophie just giggled at the comment.

“You have a crush on Ashleigh Brown don’t you?” Casidhe teased.

“It’s not like that,” Sophie burst out laughing. “It’s just... I know some things. It’ll all come out soon.”

“Cool, but I’m just sayin’, if I batted for our team, I’d totally be mackin with Ashleigh if I could.” Ellen teased.

“Okay okay,” Sophie said. “I can’t keep secrets. Not from you guys. I’ll give you a huge hint. She asked if I could teach her to speak Gaelic, and Ashleigh’s not her real name.”

“No shit?” Ellen asked. “What is it Joan of Ark?” she teased.

“Destiny McGrievy.” Sophie said. “Boston Irish.”

“Holy ball sweat, she's an Irish girl?!” Casidhe grinned. “Boston, Belfast, she’s bloody Irish. She’s one of us,” she laughed. “No bloody wonder I like er.”

“She’s a fighter, like us,” Sophie laughed. “That’s why she gets misinterpreted as being a diva. She’s just defensive ‘cos she’s used to being shit on.”

“Damn.” Ellen laughed. “Fookin eh, did you tell Katelyn?”

“Not yet,” she said. “I was going to, but she was on the phone, sounded important so I just got out of there with Nicole.”

“Yeah they usually stick around for a bit after a shoot, so we’ll be at yer flat alone for awhile.” Ellen nodded. “I asked mum about it. Well I mean alone with the women’s heavyweight champion of a bodyguard, but you know what I mean.”

Casidhe giggled. “She’s soo tall, but she’s like so well proportioned too, I never met a tall woman before. Kinda jelly.”

“I guess we could get you some really tall platform shoes,” Ellen giggled.

“Oh hell no.” Casidhe giggled, “Them things are worse to walk in that heels.”

“The worst thing I think I modeled today.” Sophie changed the subject, “Was that two piece bathing suit. I almost said no. I mean, I ain’t got the right air bags for a two piece. But they fixed that temporarily with a couple breast forms.”

“Wow,” Casidhe said. “Is that legal?”

“Yeah, it didn’t show anything.” Sophie nodded. “Just my belly. Had to cover my tattoos for the swimsuit though. It’s from a new teen line of clothing.”

“Oh that’s cute!” Ellen said. “You should wear it to the beach some time.”

“When I get boobs.” Sophie giggled.

“Actually.” the driver said as she rolled the divider window down, “I just got off the phone with Amanda. I need to take you to Doctor Wilson’s office.”

“At this hour?” Sophie asked, surprised. “I mean sure, I don’t mind, but I didn’t think they’d be open?”

“Yup, this is Hollywood Sophie.” The driver grinned.

“Wait... This isn’t a plastic surgeon is it?” Sophie asked cautiously.

“No,” the driver laughed, “Doctor Wilson is an endocrinologist, and her wife is a Psychologist, sort of the Hollywood transgender power couple. They want to get your blood work done to get you on hormone replacement therapy, and to assess your general chemical balance.”

“Thanks.” Sophie smiled at the woman, “I never got your name?”

“Elizabeth.” The woman smiled as she rolled up the window.

“Ashleigh Brown followed you,” Casidhe read Sophie’s phone and giggled. “She also mentioned you in a tweet, ‘Bravest girl I’ve ever met. And I just worked with her today. Hashtag beauty is strength’.

“Awww.” Ellen giggled. “Ashleigh and Sophie sitting in a tree.”

“Now she followed you on her real Twitter account.” Casidhe giggled, “I’d never have known if you hadn’t told us her real name.”

“Mind following back both, and replying something about having fun working with her, looking forward to doing it again?” she asked.

“Sure thing.” Casidhe grinned. “There we go.” she showed Sophie the tweet before she pushed send. Sophie laughed. The little sparkly heart at the end was a cute touch.

“I love it.” Sophie said, as Cas sent it.

”Wow,” Cas said, “You know how many people follow Ashleigh Brown?”

“I know she’s going to lose a lot of them soon,” Sophie said with a sigh.

“I doubt it.” Ellen stated, “Even if she said she was born with a penis I’m betting 100 quid right now, nobody stops following her.”

“Well since I got 100 quid to lose,” Sophie said. “But I really hope you’re right.” She did bite back a laugh at how close to the truth that was, though.

Ellen blinked. “Wait... What?”

Sophie grinned. “It’s actually ‘had’, but that doesn’t leave this car until after her press conference.”

“Never!” Ellen pronounced. “I’m like Galway’s president of her fan club, and I would never do that to her. It’s why I said I doubt she’ll oose any followers.”

Sophie giggled as she leaned over to put an arm around Ellen. “It’s weird. I just bloody went through it, I know ‘things are different here, and I still worry about her. I guess it’s coz I know how much they need the money. You know her family lives in near poverty while I’m getting deals thrown at me left right and center? It ain’t right.””

“Ashleigh Brown fans are tight,.” Casidhe said. “Hey, there’s people on Reddit that are asking for your Dress you wore to dinner with Megan and Juliette, they’re saying they’re willing to buy it for $5,000.”

“It’s worth more than that.” Sophie sighed. “Unfortunately. I hate that dress. No god damn dress should be worth 6,000 euros.” She started laughing. “Poor Megan had to go to the ladies’ room twice cause hers kept riding up.”

“That thing cost 6 grand?” Casidhe whistled, “You should sell it on Ebay and donate the proceeds to your charity.”

“I seriously considered that,” Sophie said honestly, “But the company paid for it, so I’ve been waiting to talk to Katelyn, to see if I can.”

“I don’t see why not.” Ellen shrugged. “Didn’t Amanda and Katelyn both say the money was being spent on you for you?”

“Aye...” Sophie said, and a slow grin crossed her face. “They’re god damn pixies, the both of them.” She started giggling.

Cashide giggled as well, “Aye they are.”

“Here we are ladies.” Elizabeth said as she rolled down the window, “I can take Ellen and Casidhe back to the condo and come back for you if you like? Or we can just wait here for you?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay with Nicole here,” Sophie said, turning to Casidhe. “Can you post something on Twitter and ask people what they think of me selling that dress for charity?”

“Okay then.” Elizabeth smiled as Nicole opened the door for Sophie.

“You mean a Twitter poll?” Casidhe grinned. “Sure thing. I’ll even include a photo of you in it. I got one on my phone.”

“Thanks Doll,” Sophie said in her best dramatic diva voice, before bouncing out of the car with a mischievous giggle.

“Ut oh.” Nicole stated as she shut the door. “I heard the evil diva giggle there.”

Sophie laughed. “I’m just learning from my mentors, Katelyn and Amanda. It suddenly occurred to me they wanted me to be seen in that ugly expensive dress, so I could sell it for charity later and never wear the damned thing again.”

“I’m not sure about that, but who knows.” Nicole stated as she opened the door to the medical building. She wasn’t being paid to talk Sophie out of schemes that weren’t hazardous to her, or someone else’s health.

There was nobody there, except a woman behind a desk, the lights had been dimmed.

“Hi there, you must be the emergency call?” The woman smiled.

Sophie looked up at Nicole, who spoke, “Yes ma’am. We’d like a little discretion, but this here is Sophie Dee.”

“Oh!” the woman said with a bright smile. “Nice to meet you Sophie. Jennifer will just be a moment. She went to make sure the floor is actually clear.”

“Quite clear,” a tall woman, though not as tall as Nicole, said as she stepped around the corner. “Sorry about that. Sometimes a staffer works late without saying anything. Hi Sophie,” she said as she extended her hand. “I’m Doctor Jennifer Wilson.”

“Hi Doctor Wilson.” Sophie said and shook her hand.

“We were told that this had to be very discrete, and we were asked if we could be in late because you had to work late.” Doctor Wilson said. “We generally try to work with our celebrity patients more... generously. if it was 1am I would have said no.” she winked. “But this isn’t even the latest I’ve stayed here for a special case, so don’t feel bad. My wife is meeting with another patient, actually, so it works out. I believe you have an appointment with her after.”

“We’ve got Sophie down for a full blood screening Doctor,” the woman behind the desk said helpfully.

“Yeah good, that’ll help with the BHRT I want to start her on.” Doctor Wilson nodded. “When was the last time you had a physical young lady?

“Um...” Sophie looked at Nicole, who smiled back at her.

“She means a physical exam.”

“Oh!” Sophie blushed. “Um... Never?”

“Well I know your details. I was informed, by the therapist you had to visit in Ireland.” Doctor Wilson smiled reassuringly. “So let's get you in a room so we can start this. I’m going to assess your entire physical health from head to toe, but fortunately your blood work will tell me a lot, so there won’t be any...” she coughed, “Invasive procedures. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Sophie giggled as she followed Doctor Wilson.

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“Hi Sophie.” another doctor greeted her, “I am Nancy Wilson, I hear you and I will be seeing each other twice a week. Oh, don’t worry, you’ll still see Macy as part of the court agreement But I’m your second opinion person.” she winked. “Where Macy will work with you on your general mental health I’ll be focusing more on your transition, but don’t be afraid to talk to me about anything else. We’re both here to help you, 100%. Do you mind if I get right into the embarassing stuff first?”

“Macy did,” Sophie laughed. “Might as well get it over with now.”

“Jennifer tells me you’re sterile?” Nancy spoke. “What happened to you to make you sterile?”

“Chemical castration.” Sophie sighed.

“Do you want to talk about that?” Nancy asked.

“My arse of a da..” Sophie sighed. “He thought I was gay. Ironic for him that I like girls, so I guess he was half right. I don’t know, maybe in his fooked up mind he thought he was doing me a favor somehow.”

“Did you know that’s illegal and he can go to prison for that?” Nancy said, “I should report it. Do you want me to?”

“He’s already in jail for assaulting a police officer and an agent of the United Kingdom, but sure,” Sophie shrugged. “It’s also illegal to try and break your kid’s jaw. I busted his hand up good before I got the fook out of there. Some friends helped me get on to Galway to look for my ma.”

“Your testimony is evidence enough for a child abuse case, however we also have evidence of the chemical castration,” Nancy said. “With your permission, I’ll forward both of these findings to Scotland Yard.”

“Six of one,” Sophie said. “As long as he never sees the outside of a prison cell to sire another bastard I’ll sign whatever you want.”

“I’m sure.” Nancy nodded. “Okay hon, do you enjoy being a model?”

Sophie laughed at that. “You kidding? It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I love it, not just for the money. It’s, I dunno, it’s hard work, but it’s...” she trailed off trying to find the right words. “It’s nicking a tenner off a bobby without him ever being the wiser. It’s a hot meal on a cold day when your limbs are burning with frostbite.”

“Nice descriptions.” Nancy said, “Well if there’s anything you want to talk to me about with your gender Identity we have time.” She seemed at a loss, herself. For all she’d been through, Sophie was pretty well put together. She had poise, confidence, and she was certainly physically pretty. She knew she was a girl, and there wasn’t anyone going to tell her otherwise.

“Can I ask a secret? I know you’re not supposed to tell me.” Sophie said, “But was that Ashleigh Brown that walked out of here before I came in?”

“No, I can say with complete confidence that that wasn’t Ashleigh Brown tho walked out of here,” Nancy said with a knowing smile.

“Okay.” Sophie giggled, “So it was Destiny McGreivy.” she nodded. “We had a long talk tonight during our break. She opened up about her life before becoming a model, and who she used to be.”

“Sounds good, but I won't confirm or deny anything.” Nancy said.

“Nah, I understand,” Sophie laughed.

“I will tell you, that, that patient I was with has come a very long way in her life.” Nancy said. “She’s got a big decision to make, but I know she has friends supporting her.” She winked. “And so have you. You seem to be well centered.”

“I’m just grateful you and Macy aren’t trying to accuse me of putting up a show. I mean, I do do that, but not in the ‘pretending to be a girl’ or whatever sense. I am and have for longer than I could put a name to it, been Sophie. My Old friends in School called me Sophie, my neighbors used to call me Sophie, my clan gave me the name of Sophie.”

“So other girls tell you that you act and walk like a real girl?” Nancy asked, “I’m going to tell you, that I never saw a boy in you when you walked in here or even now.”

“I am a real girl, but aye. I may have a bit of street in me, a bit of an attitude, but it’s no boy.”

“I can totally see that. You walk, talk and act like a tough girl from like the urban sprawl.” Nancy nodded.

“Yeah. That’s the act I mentioned,” Sophie said, nodding. “That’s not really who I am, and only a handful of people - including you now - know that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Nancy said, “I have another question, since you’ve been medicating, and Jennifer is going to get you on female hormones ASAP; what is your thought on surgeries?”

“Never really had to think about it until tonight. It’s not something that got in the way. It was just kind of... this extra dead thing that lets me relieve myself. But after today,” she sighed. “I dunno anymore.”

“W’ll I’ve been talking to Macy about it, and now that I’ve met with you, I agree, if you have boy bits it’s going to be a real hindrance to your current life.” Nancy stated.

“Aye, exactly. They asked me to model this really cute two piece, and I almost said no,” Sophie sighed. “I really wanted to do it, but... It suddenly became the most obnoxious and protruding eyesore on my entire body, like a big hairy mole you never noticed before.”

“Okay, so I’ll leave this up to Macy, but I’m going to give my approval, and a judge may want up to 4 more people to see you before he or she okay’s it. But you have at least two out of the way.”

“I appreciate it. If not, I’ll keep finding ways around it. I always find ways around obstacles eventually.”

“As long as you don’t self harm.” Nancy said. “Macy and I are obligated to tell the law if you are going to sell harm or harm someone else.”

“Not that kind of way,” Sophie giggled. “I mean I understand how someone could come to that, but I don’t want to risk like dying of blood loss or something.”

“Good.” Nancy said, “Anyway If we have nothing to talk about, I’ll go ahead and let you go sweetie, and you can go home and rest. We’ll fax your legal guardian a copy of your test results, and you’ll be able to get your new prescription in the morning. Did Jennifer explain how we do our medicine here?”

“She didn’t. I think she was tired.” Sophie giggled. “I really do appreciate you both staying late for me by the way.”

“Okay, we do BHRT, Bio Hormone Replacement Therapy, which means your pills will be catered specifically to your body. It lowers the risks of all kinds of diseases.” Nancy said. “So your booster will be made the same way.”

“Aye and don’t worry,” Sophie said, “I already promised Macy, Doctor Wilson, and I think even Mrs. McAllister my lawyer, that I haven’t taken anything off the street in like a month and a half.”

“Good, you can take these though sweetheart, and I recommend once you start to not stop.” Nancy said.

Sophie smiled and nodded. “Sounds great.”

“Did she do a biopsy on your penis yet?” Nancy giggled, “Saved the most embarrassing one for last.”

“No,” Sophie laughed. “She promised not to do anything invasive today. She warned me she’d like to though.”

“Yeah, she’ll want to grow you a BioTe Uterus and vagina.” Nancy winked.

“So... Like, wait,” Sophie said. “Those weird posters in the exam room were about transgirls?”

“We have genetic females who come in with a specific genetic disorder, where they are born without a vagina or without a uterus, there was a breakthrough in genetic growth, using dna, that Jennifer was in on, that allows us to recreate a natural system in a female body. But yes, we also use it for transgender females, as Jenn is a plastic surgeon as well, specializing in vaginoplasty.”

“Wow...” Sophie said. “Money really can buy happiness,” she giggled.

“Well we only cater to special patients.” Nancy laughed, “Actually we also do a charity drawing for patients too. We do 4 a year, who are on Medicaid, free. Unfortunately we can’t do that all the time, otherwise we’d go broke, it costs a lot of money to do what we do here.”

Sophie nodded. “Do me a favor. Don’t put my name on the lottery,” she laughed.

“Yours is paid for sweetie.” Nancy stated. “All paid for in cash.”

“Good. I’ll see if there’s anything I can do to help too. I mean I’m no rock star, but if what Katelyn keeps telling me of my value to advertisers is true, I may as well be.”

“Thanks hon.” Nancy said. “Have a wonderful night.” she patted Sophie’s hand.

“Aye you as well,” Sophie said as she got up.

Nicole was sitting in a chair outside, pretending to read a magazine. Sophie could tell she was only pretending because at every little creak, buzz of a machine, or fly farting outside the window, she’d twitch slightly and pretend not to be looking at whatever made the sound.

“All shrunk?” Nicole asked. “I sent Elizabethr home, since she's got a kid, a 6 year old.”

“Bloody hell,” Sophie said. “Thank you. I would’ve done it myself if I’d known.”

“No problem, I figured it’d be something you’d do.” Nicole said, “You can ride in my crappy vehicle.” she winked.

“Crappy, my arse,” Sophie laughed as they stopped in the lobby to get sodas. “Crappy is a 1968 Dodge jalopy with so many springs poking through the seats, you might as well ride standing up.”

“AKA my first car,” Nicole laughed.

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“So how'd it go?” Ellen asked as Sophie got in. Amanda and Katelyn were still not home.

“They’re going to fax Katelyn my blood test results, and then start me on their special Bio whatever hormones tomorrow morning.”

“Cool you’re going to get boobs.” Casidhe giggled. “Don’t worry you’re on par with most girls our age.”

“Yeah,” Ellen giggled. “Don’t use us as a gauge. Women in our family start early, and then stop at like 14.”

“Big fookin tits.” Casidhe giggled making a gesture of Dolly Parton sized breasts. “Milk cow like shite.”

“Your mom’s aren’t that bad,” Nicole chimed in, grinning. Casidhe jumped.

“Fookin’ ninja... Mum got bloody lucky.” Ellen giggled.

Nicole laughed. “Sorry. I’m a cat. Like a big lioness or something.”

“You should see our Aunt Gage’s tits and Nans too, bloody huge.” Casidhe giggled. “Really I like fookin bigger than they need to be, so big they could feed a damn army of babies.”

Nicole laughed out loud at something, and then cleared her throat. “Sorry,” she said, trying to slip out of the room again. Nicole was staying in the spare bedroom, so that’s exactly where she went to.

“Oh come on,” Sophie said. “You can’t laugh like that then not tell us.”

“Your mother,” she said, pointing to the girls, “And your guardian,” she said, looking at Sophie, “Would never hire me again if I said it.”

“Well damn, I can keep a secret.” Sophie said. “I know these two can too.”

“Aye, tell us!” Casidhe begged.

“Okay, but only because you know Richie,” Nicole sighed. “Alright, so back when we were stationed overseas, things would get stressful, and I’m talking shit that would give the most hardened soldier nightmares the rest of his life stressful. So we’d find ways to break the tension - tell jokes, repeat stupid internet memes, whatever.”

“It’s a dirty joke?” Sophie asked. “I’ve heard a billion of em.”

“Sort of,” Nicole laughed. “So, we had all just been given a little R&R and as I’m walking past the barracks, I hear this crazy Russian guy going on about something. I walk inside, and it’s Riche playing this game, Grand theft Auto 4.”

“Oh shit, I know where this is going,” Ellen burst out laughing.

“4 Big American titties.” Casidhe giggled in her best Russian accent.

Nicole, completely uncharacteristic, burst out in the best Cousin Roman impression that the girls had ever heard. “FOUR GREAT BIG AMERICAN TITTIES!”

“You do it better.” Casidhe giggled

Nicole laughed. “I laughed so fucking hard that day that I had to be taken to medical because I couldn’t breathe. So every time shit got stressful one of us would bust out that line to break the tension.”

“Thanks for telling us though,” Sophie giggled.

“Oh Richie says to tell you Hi and to give you this.” Nicole gave Sophie a hug. “I had to pull a few strings to get his number, but it was good to talk to him again. He was super happy to hear from me, for some reason,” she added jokingly.

“Can I ask why you left the service?” Sophie asked. “I mean it’s cool if you’d rather not talk about it.”

“Just didn’t want to re-enlist?” Nicole shrugged.

“But you were Delta Force,” Casidhe said. “Best of the best of the best.”

“Yeah and I had see the bullshit of this stupid war too, I mean it’s the same shit the British did back in the time of the Templars, and the Crusades.” Nicole stated. “Same shit, different day. I was once asked to assassinate a target whose only crime was knowing too much - not a joke.

“There's a lot of Political bullshit that's going on over there, we kiss the ass of foreign governments and they allow us to fight. So, when my time was up, I bailed. I was only 22, and already so fucked up I can’t even hold a normal job. You know those beepy car door things? They set me off.”

“I noticed your car didn’t have one,” Sophie nodded. Nicole grinned at that.

“Yeah I had it removed,”she stated, swallowing a couple of Ibuprofen without water. “For a number of reasons. I worked at walmart for 2 hours after I got home, almost killed a man by the way. And then there was that time I wrestled in the WWE for... I think that lasted a month, maybe two. I got a gig from an ex soldier as a bodyguard, we served together like Richie and I did, and he was like come to work for me..” she shrugged.

“Anyway,” Nicole said, “I didn’t mean to suck all the fun out of the room. I don’t usually talk about this shit this much. Then again, nobody’s ever really asked.”

“Hey, don’t apologize,” Casidhe said. “You are one bad-ass lady, strong, pretty, witty as fook.”

“I am not pretty,” Nicole balked. “But thanks. Being a bodyguard is the only thing I’ve found that lets me take advantage of my paranoia. And being your bodyguard has been... relaxing.”

“I knew you were in the WWE,” Casidhe said finally. “You almost beat Trish Stratus for the women’s championship.”

“That chair shot left me with 25 stitches,” Nicole sighed. “I didn’t duck at the right time. Rookie mistake. After that they decided the dumb giant was too much of a liability so I got the Montreal screwjob 2.0. They made it out like I rage quit, even hired someone who looked enough like me to do the promos. After that nobody would touch me.”

“Well you’re still my hero,” Casidhe said. “I knew that wasn’t you saying that shite. The promo chick had a different accent.”

“Thanks.” Nicole said. “That really means a lot.”

“Hey, want to watch a movie with us?” Ellen asked, “We decided to introduce Sophie to Frozen. Then later on we’re going to introduce her to the new Pixie Hollow.”

Nicole stared at them for a moment. “You don’t want to hang out with me.”

“Yeah we do.” Sophie said, “You're part of my entourage right?”

“Um, hello, hero?” Casidhe giggled.

Sophie nodded, “As part of my entourage I want to know everyone, and be friends. I’m going to make your weekend guy hang with us too. And we’ll make him watch Frozen if we have to.”

“She’s never seen it,” Ellen giggled. “I can tell by the look in her eyes.”

“Or the pixie movies,” Nicole finally admitted. “Oh alright,” she sighed. relenting. “Just give me a second to get out of these boots.”

“Tomorrow we’ll watch Lost Girls,” Casidhe giggled. “Which practically requires Pixie Hollow to make sense of some of the characters.”
“Oh yeah,” Sophie grinned, looking in the direction Nicole had gone, and calling, “This Lost Girls thing is full of pirates and stuff. It’s rated Arr!” Nicole’s groan could be heard from her bedroom. “So we need an adult to watch it with us.” Sophie added.

Nicole walked back into the living room area barefoot, wearing a pair of plain white pajama bottoms and a black tank top. She actually had really well pedicured feet for a bad-ass soldier.

At the end of the third of the pixie movies, all three girls were sound asleep when Amanda and Katelyn came in, “Looks like you guys had fun,” Amanda said at Nicole.

“They blackmailed me,” Nicole said as she got up carefully, so as to not wake them.

“Sounds about right.” Katelyn laughed. “We’ll leave them to sleep were they are.” she went to go get blankets for the girls.

“Docs said they’ll fax you everything tomorrow, and they want to see Sophie first thing tomorrow for her BHRT,” Nicole said, as if she was giving a debriefing report.

“Sounds good.” Amanda said. “Cas and Ellen have a class tomorrow, i'll make sure to let the tutor know that Sophie will be late getting home. Since she’s got no shoots tomorrow, I think Megan and Juliette will be over sometime tomorrow as well.”

Nicole nodded. “Megan is a good kid, but she's like most of them in the biz, she's a bit spoiled. Nothing I can’t handle though. I did work for her for a bit. It’s the Brown girl that’s giving me a headache just thinking about. I think it’s a bad idea for her and Sophie to hang out, but that’s my opinion of her. Sophie said she saw something else tonight, but I didn’t press the subject - not my place.”

“Duly noted Nicole.” Amanda said. “The problem is, if we tell her not to, she's going to anyway. ”

Nicole laughed quietly. “Yes ma’am.”

“You can take them off the street, but you can never take the street from them.” Katelyn stated.

“No ma’am,” Nicole agreed. “That’s one thing we share.”

“It’s why I hired you.” Katelyn nodded. “You two can connect on that level.”

“We did,” Nicole said. “Somehow the brats got me to open up about some things I really didn’t want to talk about. Nothing graphic, just... Well she knows a war buddy of mine, Richie.”

“Well good.” Katelyn said, “No offense Soldier.” she grinned, “But you shouldn’t bottle that shit up, I know there's things you’ll never talk about hon, but there’s things you need to. Remember I’m an army brat myself. Irish mum, American USMC Dad.”

“Yes ma’am,” Nicole said. “No shrink I’ve found can handle me for more than two visits.”

“No need for that ma’am stuff.” Amanda said, “You live in our spare bedroom, you’re a roommate no need to call us Ma’am.”

“I’m on duty, ma’am,” Nicole answered.

“No, I think they’re sleeping.” Katelyn laughed. “You’re off duty for now.” she offered Nicole a cup of coffee. Nicole accepted it, taking a seat in the kitchen.

“So what's your real impression of Sophie?” Katelyn asked.

“Not what I expected, and not in a bad way,” Nicole answered honestly. “She’s... tough, but not a hard ass about it. She’s friendly, open, damn sweet young lady being honest. She cares about people. I told her about her driver, that I sent her home to be with her kid. I thought she was going to burst into tears that the woman was there for so long.”

“Sophie’s got a lot to learn, but she’s a smart girl.” Katelyn nodded.

“She is that,” Nicole laughed. “She outsmarted me. Twice. I was really shocked when she said she didn’t think she’d ever try to ditch her security either. I thought it was bullshit, but no, I mean if she’s lying, she could charm the skin off a snake. But I don't think she is.”

“She’d be your first huh?” Amanda giggled.

“Even Vanessa tried to ditch me after awhile, and those two are damn near cut from the same cloth.”

“Except Vanessa got hit with the Money bug.” Katelyn stated showing Nicole the Ebay listing for Sophie’s dress, there was a big note, “PROCEEDS FROM THIS DRESS WILL BE DONATED TO MY CHARITY IN YOUR NAME.”

“She mentioned that, while doing that creepy evil diva laugh thing,” Nicole laughed, looking at them. “She said she figured it out - figured you out. That you wanted her to sell that, to use her words, ‘damned itchy dress’ so she’d never have to wear it again.” She shrugged.

“Actually I didn’t.” Katelyn laughed, “I tried to find a nice dress she could wear more often, but that store didn’t have much that matched her eyes.”

“Kid logic, I guess,” Nicole said. “Her heart’s in the right place.”

“Yup.” Amanda nodded. “We aren’t mad that she’s going to sell it, actually after I found that, I figured we could go to Macy's or something and get her a less expensive dress.”

“I’ll tell you something though,” Nicole said, lowering her voice in case the girls were just pretending to be asleep. “You say the word, and I will travel to bumfuck Ireland or wherever, I will walk into the prison where that son of a bitch is being held, and I will castrate him non chemically, and make him eat it before I kill him.”

“I thought about it.” Katelyn sighed, “We were in the middle of a meeting with Doctor Wilson called me to tell me about that. She’s also alerted theUK authorities.”

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop,” Nicole said, “But my hearing being what it is, I heard enough to get the picture.”

“You are authorized to sign things for her.” Amanda stated. “If we can’t be reached. So is David.”

“David’s in for a fun weekend,” Nicole laughed suddenly, and then sipped her coffee.

“Oh?” Katelyn laughed.

“Yup, Sophie said she’s going to make him hang out with them.” Nicole laughed. “They’re going to introduce the poor guy to Frozen.”

“Oh god they found my DVD collection didn’t they?” Amanda giggled.

“Just the PG through R,” Nicole cringed, remembering the bad joke.

“Cas texted me asking if they had you with them if they could watch her bluray copy of Lost Girls.” Amanda winked. “I've seen it, there's nothing in there that I don’t approve of Sophie seeing.”

“The whole ‘brief nudity’ nonsense was just clever camera tricks anyway,” Nicole added, admitting she’d seen it as well.. “Bathing in a waterfall and all that.”

“Exactly, It’s definitely on my approved list for Sophie.” Amanda nodded. “I heard she’s played GTA, which wouldn’t have been on the list if she hadn’t.”

Nicole coughed. “Yeah, they uh, mentioned that.”

“I don’t approve of Grand Theft Auto at all.” Amanda sighed. “But she’s been exposed to it already so there’s not much I can do, but tell her I don’t wish her to play it at home.”

“They weren’t keen on V, if that’s any help,” Nicole said. She was doing her damnedest to avoid the ‘four great big american titties’ outburst.

“V is the lesser of all of them though.” Katelyn shrugged. “Well, except for those two torture scenes. That was just fucked up. But other than those, I think 5 was the most mild GTA.”

“It’s more of their depiction of women.” Amanda nodded. “Than anything. But yeah, it sounds like you had everything well in hand as always.”

“They’re easy.” Nicole laughed. “If I don't have to chase them down sneaking out of the house ever, then we’re golden. They don’t treat me like a bodyguard or even a babysitter. They act like I’m a big sister. Which is very unusual and will take some time to get used to. But I’ll take it over finding Ms. Brown hiding in an alleyway because she pissed off the wrong gang member. Or Vanessa drunker than shit and high as the fucking stars.” She sighed at that last one.

“You know that wasn’t your fault,” Katelyn said. “And we know that wasn’t your fault.”

“But it kinda was,” Nicole said. “It was my booze and pain pills.”

“Yeah, well you had them hidden, she had to go digging for that shit to find them.” Katelyn stated.

“Lesson learned anyway. I keep my meds off site now, in a locker somewhere. And I only drink on weekends. Ibuprofen’s the hardest thing I carry on site.”

“I noticed nobody touched the beer in the fridge either tonight.” Amanda stated.

“Oh,” Nicole said, “It’s been moved slightly, but it’s all there and still sealed.”

“I noticed.” Amanda said. “I left it there for a reason hon, you are more than welcome to have one after the girls go to bed anytime.”

Nicole shook her head. “Thanks, but I’d rather be alert when I’m on duty.”

“It’s mostly there as a test for Sophie, since she told us she doesn’t like to drink because of her dad.” Katelyn grinned. “I want to see what she does when it’s around and she’s sort of left alone. She’s a sneaky one.”

“I’d believe Vanessa would break in here and take it before Sophie, but,” Nicole shook her head, “I’ve been wrong before.”

“I trust her.” Katelyn nodded, “But I’m not completely sold on everything.”

“You’re still getting to know her, as am I,” Nicole said. “A little mistrust is healthy.”

“I’m not saying Sophie’s a bad person.” Katelyn said, “But like you said, Vanessa changed. It might not be money that changes Sophie. It might be something else, like drugs, or sex.”
“I’m going to watch her like a hawk for awhile,” Nicole said quietly. “She’s too... She’s too ‘right’ for all that’s happened to her. I’m scared something’s going to break loose and then I or you or Drew will be left holding the shattered pieces.”

“Yeah, I hope this isn't just the street holding her together.” Katelyn nodded. “It’s why we got her seeing two shrinks really.”

“Well,” Amanda said, “No luck with your FBI contact. They haven’t seen anyone named Lia McGrievy in any of their databases. That just means she’s not a fugitive in the US though. That’s... kind of good.”

“I wish I could say I had friends at MI-5 or whatever,” Nicole laughed. “But I was never that important.”

“We have a couple cop friends in Galway..” Amanda said. “Maybe they have contacts..”

“It’s worth a try,” Katelyn said. “If we can give her some closure about what became of her mum, it might help ease all our minds.” Amanda sent off a text to the officers, asking them if they had any contacts in british intelligence.

The response came surprisingly fast, from the lady bobby, ‘Yer up late :) Just so happens I have a cousin in UK Special Forces. What’d you need?’

‘We need help tracking a person Lia O’Brian-McGrievy. Confirmed spelling Lia.’ Amanda texted back. ‘She’s Sophie’s mother’

‘Oh, well that changes things ;) Yer asking for the Irish Princess’ mothers info.’ she texted back. ‘I asked him if he could pull some strings and look into it yesterday’

‘Get anything yet?’ Amanda asked.

‘No other than she was arrested for misdemeanor assault back in 2002. Charges were dropped after it came to light that it was self defense against sexual harassment.’

Amanda giggled. “Jesus christ, she is her mother’s daughter.”

“Oh?” Katelyn said.

“Yup, her mother beat the crap out of someone for sexual harassment.” Amanda laughed.

“I like her already,” Nicole grinned.

‘Hold on phone call incoming.’ a text came back and a brief moment later another text came through, ‘Special Intelligence has her pegged as filing UK taxes in California. Seems she changed her name to Melissa Winters.’

Amanda’s breath caught in her throat as she dropped the phone. “What?” Katelyn looked at Amanda concerned. Amanda slowly pushed the phone over to Katelyn. “No fucking way?!” she said loud enough it woke Sophie.

“Wha?” Sophie looked around in run mode.

“It’s okay,” Nicole said as she came into the living room. “Amanda just got an important text.”

“Sophie sweetie.” Katelyn spoke, “Would you come into the kitchen?”

Nicole offered Sophie her hand. Sophie cautiously took it and pulled herself up. She didn’t let go right away, and Nicole could literally feel the blood surging through her fingertips. “I almost bolted..” Sophie sighed.

“Sorry sweetie, but this is kind of important.” Katelyn sighed. “We know where your real mother is.”

Sophie’s face lit up like a Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. “Seriously?!”

“She’s not going to be happy you found her though.” Amanda sighed. “Melissa isn’t very big on kids.”

Her face fell like a shattered mirror. “Oh. Well nevermind then. I’ve had one shitfaced do nothing parent in my life. If she doesn’t want me then I don’t fookin’ want her.”

Katelyn hugged Sophie, “I’m going to inform her anyway Sophie. You never know right?”

“Whatever,” Sophie said. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“I just didn’t want you to get too excited hon.” Amanda sighed, “Sorry we got your hopes up baby girl.”

Sophie shrugged as she walked back into the living room and curled up on the sofa.

Katelyn pulled out her phone and dialed Melissa, “Mel?” she asked when Melissa answered the phone.

Melissa yawned. “Kat? It’s 12:30 and I just got to sleep for the first time this week. What’s the emergency?”

“I know what time it is Mel, but I got some big news.” Katelyn stated. “You damn well know I wouldn’t call you at 12:30 at night if this wasn’t big.”

“Yeah I know, you’re a silent partner in the firm,” Mel laughed softly. “What can do hon?” She seemed more awake and cordial now.

“We have your daughter,” Katelyn stated.

“Katelyn Denise Price, if this is some kind of sick fucking joke cooked up by the HR department I swear to GOD in heaven I will have every one of them fired, blackballed from this industry, and tortured in Gitmo.” Katelyn had honestly never heard Melissa this angry. She had to hold the phone away from her ear for a moment.

“No fucking joke, your Dennis is laying down in my living room going to sleep right now.” Katelyn stated. “Her preferred name is Sophie.”

There was a loud crash on the other end. “God damit,” Melissa swore. “There goes my Tiffany lamp.” Amanda stifled a giggle, “Amanda , if you snicker you can kiss your Agent job goodbye and you can go back to being a janitor.”

“Sorry ma’am,” Amanda said sheepishly.

“You guys are not fucking with me right?” Melissa stated. “Dennis is really in your house?”

“Mel, with all due respect,” Katelyn said, “I had to get British special forces to track you down to appease a young lady whose psyche is barely hanging on by a thread after her father abused her, let her run out onto the god damn street where who knows what happened to her.”

“You guys know my stance on kids.” Melissa sighed. “I left him with his father because well I fucking tried, but I’m not cut out to be a mother.”

“That’s all fine, but you deserved to know that your billion dollar blue eyed Irish Princess is your own flesh and blood.”

“I’m on my way over god damn it.” Melissa sighed, “James, take me to Katelyn’s place fast.” she said away from the phone.

“I’m going to lay down one ground rule,” Katelyn said, “As her legal guardian I have that right. If you break her heart, I will ruin you.”

“Kat, you’re a business partner, and a good friend.” Melissa stated, “I promise you right now, that I won’t do anything to her. She’s not going to like me I can tell you that right now.”

“She already hates her father. You don’t want to know the shit that he did to her. As long as you show her at least an inkling of respect, then you’ll have more from her than he does.”

“I accidently told her that you don’t like kids.” Amanda sighed.

“It’s not that I don’t like kids.” Melissa sighed. “I just am not cut from any cloth that would make me a good mother, I almost killed Dennis 4 times when he was a baby.”

“Permission to leave, ma’ams,” Nicole looked at Amanda and Katelyn. “Temporarily.”

“Just so you know Nicole, I left after that, like right after that, and got professional help.” Melissa stated. “I spent a year in rehab as well.”

“Go ahead Nicole,” Amanda said. “It’s not Nicole’s fault, ma’am. She’s upset because... Well we shouldn’t discuss it while the girls can hear us.”

“I’m really sorry.” Melissa sighed. “I knew what I did was wrong, that’s why I left. But if you don’t stop dancing around the bush about what he did, I’m going to have a stroke.”

“He did some things, we can talk about later.” Katelyn stated.

“Before I go, “ Nicole stated, “It’s not you Melissa. It’s personal. I don’t want it to become about you, ma’am. I respect you. And I’m glad you learned from what you did. David will be here in five. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

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Melissa watched Sophie sleep for a moment, and Katelyn woke Sophie up slowly, “Time to wake up Princess.”.

“Fkoff,” Sophie groaned angrily as she rolled over, trying to hide her head under the covers. Sleep had not improved her disposition since last night.

“We’ve got a special guest who wants to talk with you.” Katelyn spoke. “And Amanda made your favorite breakfast.”

Sophie slowly began to realize she wasn’t curled up on the sofa anymore. Someone had, somehow, managed to move her without waking her. That thought alone gave her pause for a creepy thought or two. She shrugged and burrowed deeper.

“Dennis Kelly.” Melissa stated, “Wake up right now.”

Sophie threw the covers off, rolled out of bed and right into a fighting stance. “Don’t you EVER call me that. I don’t care if you’re the bloody Queen of England.”

“I’m your fookin mother, and I will call you whatever the bloody hell I want. I pushed you out of my vag, Sophie.” Melissa stated.

“And tried to fooking kill me four times you rotten bitch,” Sophie answered.

“3 of the 4 were accidents.” Melissa stated. “And the 4th time I ran because it scared the fuck out of me.” she switched back to her English accent. She spent two years perfecting it, and wasn’t about to slip back into that low brow, as she saw it, accent now.

“I still can’t believe I ran all the way across Ireland looking for you, spent a year and a half on the streets doing shit that would turn your fucking toes inside out, and it was for a fooking lie.”

“Oh fuck, cry me a river Sophie. When I left your dad, I went to Galway and some fucking asshole got me hooked on crack, and doing tricks. It took some military dude to get me cleaned up and to where I’m at right now, along with about 4 years of fucking therapy.”

They had only known one another as mother and daughter for five minutes, and were already fighting. Katelyn flinched. She knew this would happen.

“That’s right, it’s all about you,” Sophie said. “Nobody else has suffered because of your decisions. I didn’t get my fucking arm broke by my own da because you left him with me.”

“You know Your dad wasn’t always a dick Sophie.” Melissa sighed, “We were in love. He had a great job, and he was sober.”

“And then I came along and ruined everything.”

“It wasn’t you. I tried to be a good mother.” Melissa sighed, “I really did. But I’m just not cut from the cloth to be a mother Sophie, you atta be glad I wasn’t there anymore.”

“Oh aye, I had lots to be glad for, wondering when my next beating would come, wondering if he’d finally just fooking kill me and get it over with this time, or when I’d get my next meal because I couldn’t fooking take it anymore.”

“Had I known your dad would turn out the way he was with you I’d have given you to the state Sophie.” Melissa stated firmly.

“Shoulda coulda woulda. Go back to your ivory tower,” Sophie said, walking past her.

“That Ivory tower,” Melissa shouted, “Is what pays your charity.” she walked out of the apartment, slamming the door.

Sophie walked out, but not after her. David tried to catch her, and discovered the error of his ways as he found himself doubled over in severe pain a few moments later. She stormed down the stairs, too furious for an elevator.

“I’m going to fucking ruin her,” Katelyn growled.

“Careful, she can do the same to you.” Amanda sighed.

“She’s not a lawyer,” Katelyn shouted.

“Yeah, but she’s got a team of them babe.” Amanda said calmly before pulling out her phone. “Nicole it’s Amanda. Are you on scene?”

“Yeah in the parking lot, I’ve got my eyes on the little songbird. Mel just drove out of here like a bat out of hell.”

“Yeah they had a bit of a raff. I kinda had a feeling this was going to happen.” Amanda sighed. “Sophie dropped David like a pound cake. Be careful when you engage.”

“Not surprised,” Nicole sighed as well. “I should have warned him, she knows some krav maga thanks to my war buddy, RIchie.”

Sophie stopped when she noticed Nicole was following her at a distance.

“You can tell em to fook off, that I’m going back to ireland.” Sophie sighed.

“If that’s what you really want,” Nicole said calmly, “I’ll give you a ride to the airport.”

Sophie raised a finger. “Don’t play games with me. I’m not in the goddamn mood.”

“No tricks. Get in and I’ll take you to the airport right now.” Nicole said. She was still on the phone. “I’ll get on the plane, and I’ll go back to Ireland with you. But I’m not letting you go alone until I’m sure you’re safe. It’s my job till Friday.”

Sophie stared at her. She was trying to decide if she was telling the truth or not. She cautiously climbed into the car with her hand on the car door handle, ready to bolt.

Nicole was dead serious. She got in and started to the airport, “Sophie's taking an impromptu vacation ladies.” Nicole stated. “I’m paid for the month, my shift ends Friday at 7am, David has the weekends. But seeing as he’s incapacitated I’m taking his shift.”

“Thanks Nicole, this is why we chose you hon.” Katelyn stated. “Sophie... I’m sorry. I know you don’t believe that. I’m truly sorry, and I’m going to make her pay for this. I own about half the company. If I have to, I’ll burn it all down. She broke the one promise I made her make, not to hurt you, and she’s going to fucking suffer for it.”

“Going to hang up now Katelyn, it’s not safe to drive and talk on the phone.” Nicole stated. “I’ll call you when we get to Ireland.” She paused. “Oh, shit. Hold that thought. Here Sophie,” she thrust the phone into Sophie’s hands as two squad cars went speeding past her. “Shit there’s been an accident.” She took the phone back from Sophie, “Kate, ‘Manda, Melissa’s car was in an accident. It looks bad.”

There was only the one vehicle involved, but it, or what was left of it, was wrapped firmly around a now broken utility pole, smoking, mangled, and currently unopenable. Rescue workers were already cordoning off the area as a fire truck came screaming in with an ambulance on standby.

“Sophie want me to stop?” Nicole asked. She looked over. Sophie was already out of the car and sprinting to the scene. A cop tried to grab her. He quickly joined David.

Nicole approached quickly, “Sorry officer. That’s Sophie Dee, she’s been trained in Mav Kavar, and that’s her mother in that car.”

“Well she needs to get away; the tank’s leaking and could go up any minute,” the officer shouted. “We’re going to try and get her out, but it’s too dangerous for her to be that close.”

“I’ll go get her,” Nicole shouted as she sprang quickly, and grabbed Sophie before she could get anywhere, in a hold that Sophie had no idea how to counter. “I bet Richie never showed you this one.” She lifted Sophie and turned her around to hug her. “They’re going to try to get her out, but it’s not safe for us here.”

“Let me go!” Sophie screamed. “This is my fault! I have to help her!” she demanded as Nicole carried her to safety.

“You can’t, sweat pea.” Nicole said. “Let the firefighters help her, and it’s not your fault hon, it’s hers. She fired James in the parking lot and got in the car and drove off like a bat out of hell. She’s always been a psycho bitch with a short fuse. It’s just who she is.”

“I need oxygen!” one of the firefighters bellowed as two more operated a massive claw-like thing that Sophie had never seen before, despite Nicole’s best efforts to try and shelter her from it. She watched as they peeled the wreckage open like a can of sardines.

“That’s a jaw of life.” Nicole explained to Sophie, giving up on protecting her. ”They’re using it to get to Melissa.”

The entire scene was something out of a nightmare.

“Does she have a pulse?” one of the paramedics yelled over the sounds of the machine.

“Barely” the other yelled. “She’s losing a lot of blood.”

“Clear!” the firefighter yelled as he pulled back the machine and then used it to peel the door right off its hinges. He stepped back so the paramedics could do their job, and joined the others in preparing to fight one hell of a gasoline car fire.

“Careful!” the woman paramedic called, “She’s got neck injuries. Nice and slow!”

“If she makes it from this, she’ll be lucky to walk.” The big tall man stated. Stunned onlookers had joined Nicole and Sophie, watching with concern or morbid fascination.

“Well you got your fookin’ wish ma,” Sophie said through tears. “If I’d only been in front of it then you’d have both your wishes.”

“Can I tell you something?” Nicole asked.

“If I say no, it’s not going to stop you, so go ahead,” Sophie said on the verge of tears

“It might. You are my boss.” Nicole winked. “You just can’t dismiss or fire me.”

“I’m not your boss,” Sophie said as she clung to Nicole.

“Actually yes you are, and my friend.” Nicole smiled holding her, “But what I wanted to tell you is Katelyn and Amanda love you like a mother should love their child, and Katelyn texted me that if anything happened to you in Ireland, she was going to fire my happy ass. Out of a cannon”

“No pulse!” the medic yelled as they were preparing to load Melissa into the ambulance.

Sophie broke free at that point and ran over to Melissa. The paramedics were too busy to stop her. “You listen to me you rotten bitch. You better not die because we’re not through yet. Do you hear me? I have a lot more yelling to do. You may not be mother of the year, or even mother of the fooking day, but you are my mum, and we need to finish this. So y ou fooking breathe, and you come back to me.”

“We got a pulse! You’re her daughter?” the paramedic asked.

“Yes ma’am I am,” Sophie said. She almost sounded proud.

“We’ll be at the Golden Light Hospital, if you want to have your friend over there drive you. We can’t let you ride because she’s touch and go right now.” the woman said as gently as possible.

Sophie nodded. She didn’t want to take anymore of the paramedic’s time, but they were still carefully loading Melissa up anyway. “Go raibh maith agat,” she said.

By now James, Katelyn, and Amanda were standing next to Nicole along with an embarrassed-looking David, and an irritated-looking police officer.

“You know I’m not mad at her.” David said, “Mad at myself for not reading that she knew martial arts, god damn, not even sure why she needs a bodyguard.”

“So she can learn to be a kid again,” Nicole said. “Not sure that’s possible now, but damn if I’m not going to try.”

“I’m here too.” David stated. “I got one her age, you met Kelly right?”

“Guys...” Sophie said as she approached. “I...”

“Don’t apologize.” Amanda stated. “You have nothing to be sorry to us about, Well maybe this police officer and David, but not the rest of us.”

The car had begun to smoulder now, not the big, fiery explosion you’d see in an action movie, but there was a low roar of flames coming from the vehicle, and firefighters had already sprung into action blasting the flames with water, a fitting background to Sophie’s, at least somewhat, calming rage.

“Young lady.” The officer stated, “I could have you arrested for assaulting a police officer.” he paused looking at everyone there for her, “But I won't, because that was your mother in the car and I’m pretty sure I’d have done the same thing if I was in your position.”

“I am so sorry sir,” Sophie said. “I honestly have nothing but the utmost respect for police officers. She is my mother and we just had a huge fight, and I feel completely responsible and,” and the tears finally began to flow. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had a good, hard cry.

Maybe the walls she had built up over the last four years were breaking down. Maybe it was both.

“You’re fine.” The officer smiled and kneeled, “Hey no need to cry, she’s going to live you know, so you two can have more fights as all those girl hormones flow through you.” he winked. Sophie laughed a little.

A female officer approached. “You folks want a police escort to the hospital?” she asked gently.

“No I have some things I have to do before I go see her.” Sophie stated.

The woman nodded and turned, “Okay folks, back up please,” she began herding civilians away from the still very dangerous flaming wreckage of a Lexus.

“Still wanting to go back to Ireland?” Nicole asked.

“Just for two days.” Sophie stated as they headed back to Nicoles car. “I better pack a bag though...”

“I called Doctor Wilson. She knows you’re going to be late and why.” Amanda said and kissed Sophie on the top of her head. Sophie stopped, turned around again, and threw her arms around Amanda.

“Thank you mum.” She smiled a little. “And you too mum.” she looked over at Katelyn. “You two are my real mums, you know that? I don’t want Melissa to die. But I don’t know if I can trust her again. She may have given birth to me, but she's a twat.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Katelyn said, “However, I’ll tell you what I told Amanda. Melissa has been my best friend for years. I helped her found this company. But I told her, if she hurt you, I would ruin her.”

“Can you do me a favor?” Sophie asked. “Would you not?”

Katelyn looked a little surprised.

“If you ruined her, then you’d have to run the company, and then you’d have no time for me at all.” Sophie grinned.

“Well... Actually,” Katelyn said, “With her incapacitated, I have control of the company. If I initiate a vote of no confidence based on her erratic behavior, I take her down without firing a shot. And then I can put Drew as the front face of the company where he belongs if you ask me.”

“I agree.” Sophie stated. “Just don’t ruin her okay this wreck is going to do that for her.”

“Okay,” Katelyn said, “But I am hiring James back.”

“Can you make him take Elizabeth’s night shifts?” Sophie grinned.

“It would be my honor and pleasure,” James said. “Miss Elizabeth is a good woman, but she's a single mother, I’ve been trying to get her to take more time off for ages.” James had one of those posh butler British accents.

“Her kid’s six,” Sophie said. “Same age I was when Melissa left. I know it’s not the same thing, but it’s close enough.”

“We’re friends of hers!” Sophie heard Megan arguing with a police officer nearby.

“I am Juliette Small. You will let me and Megan through right now.” Juliette went into total Diva mode with the officer, “If you do not let me and Megan through I will sue you and your police district till it’s out of business.”

“Kid,” the woman said, pointing to the flaming wreckage, “Explosive car. Sue all you want, but this is a hazard scene.”

“I am not a kid.” Juliette growled.

Sophie came running over at that point. “Sorry, they’re close family friends, practically family. They’re just worried about me.” She threw her arms around Juliette and Megan. “It’s bad guys.”

“Came as soon we heard.” Megan hugged Sophie back, “Sorry you had to see Jules go nuclear.”

“Me too,” Juliette said, nearly in tears. “We heard Sophie Dee and car accident and freaked the fuck right out. Megan’s driver almost got two tickets on the way here..”

“It wasn’t me,” Sophie said. “It was... Well, my real mother, Melissa Winters.”

“THE Melissa Winters is your mom?” Megan whistled.

“Was,” Sophie sighed. “Oh, I don’t mean she died. She’s in critical or whatever, but I mean she’s a total fucking bitch. And I don’t want her around in my life as a family figure. But I don’t want her to die, and I want to have a civil conversation with her that doesn’t involve her, you know, being a total disrespectful bitch. She deadnamed me and it went down from there.”

“That’s might take awhile.” Katelyn frowned, “Amanda told you her stance on kids hon.”

“Then she needs to grow the fuck up,” Megan said flatly. “Ooh I don’t like kids. Big fucking deal, A lot of people don’t like kids, but they don’t get into car accidents after being disrespectful cunts. You don’t deadname people, especially not your own daughter.”

“I agree.” Katelyn stated, “We’re going to out her from the company, and I’m going to put Drew in charge by the way.”

“You can do that?” Juliette looked shocked. They were represented by the company, technically, and were in the know on business, but didn’t realize Katelyn held any sort of power. They knew she used to be an agent, and became a photographer for the modeling side, but that was it.

“Silent partner,” Katelyn said. “I helped her get this agency off the ground, and while she’s been playing diva, I’ve been silently amassing confidence from investors. I own 59% of the company almost controlling numbers. With her incapacitated that gives me control of her shares, and if the board votes to drop her, then I permanently take control over her shares and can do what I want with them, including giving them to Drew. There is a big ‘however’, though.” She looked at Sophie.

“I made her promise not to ruin her,” Sophie said. “As angry as I am right now. I want her side not her vapid bitching, I want to hear her story.”

“So if the board doesn’t agree to give Melissa a severance package, I’m forced by promise to let Melissa come back.” Katelyn sighed. “It’s going to be up to Sophie. We do this the honest way and the status quo may return, or we do this my way, and she’s out on her well toned, vapid ass. I’m angry too, and that’s why I’m trying to let Sophie be my guide here. Melissa fucked with my daughter after I told her not to.”

“Our.” Amanda giggled.

Katelyn hugged Sophie tight. “I’m going to go to the hospital and sort out Melissa’s insurance and things. She doesn’t have an adult next of kin, so as her business partner it falls to me, and then I’m going to call an emergency board meeting, I won't be able to see you off back to ireland for your two day vacation sweetie but I swear to you I will be waiting at that airport when you get back.”

“I’ll make sure.” Amanda added.

“Hey, where’s Cas and El?” Sophie asked. “I’m surprised they didn’t come running down here too.”

“They did, but their mum’s car broke down.” Megan giggled, “I totally spaced they told me to tell you.”

“I texted them that you’re okay,” Juliette said. “After I calmed down. You go take your time back home, Megan and I will still be here pestering the shit out of your cousins.” she grinned.

Sophie laughed. “I love you both. We just met, and already you’re like my best friends. Thank you.”

“We’re a year or so apart in age, but you’re a good person Sophie.” Megan said. “Who wouldn’t want to be your friend?”

~oOo~

“What the fook you doing back here?” one of the street girls asked Sophie as she approached her in the alleyway. “You should be in Hollywood golden girl.” she teased, hugging her.

“I had to come home for a couple days,” Sophie sighed. “I needed a breath of reality, remind myself the shit I got dragged out of, you know? Shit got bad, fast.”

“It’s not the same, and it’s only been 2 god damn days,” the girl giggled. “We got a shelter now. Richie is in charge of it. Hell we’re only hanging out here to spread the word.”

“So what happened that got bad?” Danny asked as he poked his head up.

“My birth twat.” Sophie stated. “She’s not my mother, she’s just the twat that squeezed me out. Bitch had the gall to blame me and then go on about all the horrible shit that happened to her after she fooking tried to kill me as a baby. And then, then she fooking stormed out, got in her car, and got in an accident that almost killed her so I’m feeling super guilty about that and... I just needed to see you guys again.”

“Good riddance, right?” Danny asked. The girl, Lisa, slugged him, hard.

“I dont want the twat to die.” Sophie sighed, “No matter how big of a bitch she is. I don’t fooking know what I want.”

“Well we’re glad you’re home,” Lisa said. “We could totally use your help getting the kids to open up and come to the shelter. Saint Margarets offered a tutor for all the kids there by the way.”

“They better,” Sophie said. “I just traveled halfway across the world all for them.”

Old Jim, the pub keeper that occasionally hung out in the alley, spoke up, causing them all to jump. “Sounds familiar,” he said thoughtfully. “Mum wantin’ her kids to appreciate all she’s done for em by not bein’ there.”

“Oh don’t you start too,” Sophie sighed. “I know how it looks.”

“Oh no no.” Jim laughed. “It’s fookin bullshit. A mother leavin her kids for any reason is bullshit. I’m on yer side, Soph.”

“And I left my family here, trusting they’d just believe my good word that this charity’s the real deal,” she said. “I’ve got to round em up, get em to listen, show em it’s not just blowin’ smoke up their arses like last time someone made grand promises to help us. I had the clan to fall back on. They don’t have that even.”

“Still, it turned out right as rain.” Lisa giggled. “You atta see the facilities we got. And you did come back. You were only gone two bloody days woman, not 7 fookin’ years.”

Jim grinned. “See, now there’s a lass with a head on her shoulders.”

Denny smiled, “Let’s take her.” he looked over at Lisa. Nicole wasn't too far away either, she was doing her job, and exactly what she told Sophie she’d do as a bodyguard: she gave her some distance.

She also knew where every face in the alley was. There was the friendly looking bartender sucking a pipe, the scruffy boy with arms like two telephone poles, the girl, and about a dozen urchins hanging off fire escapes or hiding in shadows, watching the scene play out.

She was ready for just about anything, even if she didn’t have her firearm. She didn’t need it to do her job, in the 4 years she’d been a bodyguard, she’d never had to use it anyway.

“Oh,” Sophie said, twirling a finger over her head. “All of you watching from the shadows, yes, it’s bloody me.” She pointed down the alleyway. “And that, is a genuine American bad-ass, and one of my new friends. Nick her pockets at yer bloody peril coz she knows Richie.” She giggled. “Actually I think Nicole is more than a friend, she’s my new big sister.”

Nicole, slightly annoyed at being outed, spoke up, “And if you need money just ask, guys. I’m an ex-US Special Forces soldier. I know how shit life can be on the streets. Been there for a bit right where you all are sitting in a different alleyway.” She took a handful of bills from her pocket. “No joke. I can always get more.”

A young girl, about 7 or so, cautiously emerged from behind a trash can and tiptoed closer, looking up at Nicole. She didn’t hold out her hand for money. She just stared up at her in awe. “You are Auntie Sophie's sister does that make you an auntie too?”

“Oh, um,” Nicole said, not expecting that. “I... Sure,” she said finally. “What’s your name?”

“Cassie.” The girl answered. “Can I be an american soldier?”

Nicole laughed a little as she knelt down and placed a whole ten euro note in the girl’s hand. “I don’t know if you want to be - it’s a rough life, but if that’s what you really want, kiddo, then you do that.”

The girl ran over to Sophie and handed her the bill, “Can you buy me a happy meal Auntie Sophie!?”

“Sure I can Cassie,” Sophie giggled as she gave the note back to her. “This one’s on me. Actually, guys, if you’ll all come back to Richie’s new shelter with me I’ll make sure you all get a good, hot meal - anything you want. Pizza, burgers, pickled beets, whatever.”

More of the kids emerged from the shadows.

“Really?” A girl about 10 spoke up.

“Thief’s honor,” Sophie teased her.

“You ain't tryin to poke us or anything right?” The girl asked.

“Guys,” Sophie said, “This is what I went through all this pain for, pulling up roots, going to America. Tourists are dumb. Y’all know that. They pay me ridiculous amounts of money to pose for a camera. And now, I’m taking care of you, because you all took care of me.”

Cassie giggled, “Silly Americans pay for pictures?”

“Lots of money,” Sophie said. “It’s called modeling. I’m the new face of a bunch of clothing lines. I make their clothes look good, and they pay me. It’s not just me though. The charity is getting big donations from everywhere. This is the real deal.”

“I want to be a soldier like Auntie Nicole, and then after I can be a model like Auntie Sophie.” Cassie stated firmly.

A few of the other kids laughed playfully at Cassie not to hurt her, but to acknowledge her. They all really took care of Cassie.

“Hey,” an older girl, about 14 finally spoke up. “If this is straight, no pork pies, for all of us, and not just you and your baby blues,” she grinned, “Then fuck yeah I’m in. No child service assholes right?”

“Not unless you want to talk to them.” Richie spoke up. “Got a deal with CPS. We’re all above the board, they’ll only come if you ask me to call em for ya. Otherwise you can live at the shelter as long as you want, get a good education if that’s what you want, or you can help me run the place. The only major rules are, you all have to help keep it clean, no drugs, and you all have a midnight curfew.”

“That’s for your own safety,” Sophie said. “You all know as well as I do how dangerous these streets are after dark. But in return, you get hot meals, a warm bed, and a second chance.”

“We just finished setting up all the bunk beds today.” Lisa stated, “We’ve got about 200 of them right now. That’s enough for all of you with plenty to spare. We also got a girls dorm area and a boys dorm area.”

“Just this morning,” Richie said, “I struck a deal with Our Lady of Virtue hospital to help anyone who’s addicted to any kind of drugs or alcohol. They are also willing to talk to you young ladies about other things.” he winked. “If you have an uncomfortable disease of any sort they’ll help you for free. But that’s true of any other disease,” he laughed. “I just wanted to make that one abundantly clear. They have a nurse on staff during the day at the shelter. They’ve also got a well stocked nurses office that is locked tight at night.” he winked. “Before you think you can walk in and steal drugs, they take them back at night.

Jim grinned as he spoke up. “If any of you are still having second thoughts, the wife is over there right now, mixing up a five hundred liter pot of her famous lamb stew for dinner tonight, not to take away from Soph’s offer of whatever-ya-want for lunch,” he added.

“Aye she’s a volunteer cook in the kitchen.” Richie stated. “I offered to put her on paid staff, but she refused. Oh and since we’re in the old Messive School building, we have a playground as well. And seeing as our first benefactor is a high falootin’ fashion model, there’s been enough new clothing donations to fit anyone. we got this bloody huge box yesterday, well more than one, but they were huge, full of new clothes. Sister Leigh from Margarets is at the shelter right now sorting them for you.”

“What was the name on the boxes?” Sophie asked.

“One of them was Calvin Klein.” He paused to laugh. “Oh you mean who sent it? Some woman named Melissa Winters,” he shrugged.

“Wow... Um, ‘scuse me a second,” Sophie said. She walked to the end of the alleyway and took out her phone. Amanda picked up.

“Hi sweetie. How’s Ireland?”

“Grand,” Sophie said. “Um, sorry to call you at this hour, but I was just talking to Richie... Melissa secretly donated a shit ton of clothes to the shelter here.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” Amanda asked.

“I guess so,” Sophie sighed. “I’m just feeling real conflicted. I mean first she says she hates kids, but then she goes and does something like that. I’m confused...”

“Melissa is... a complicated woman,” Amanda answered carefully. “It may be that somewhere in that batshit brain of hers, she genuinely wants to support the charity that her daughter created. I know you’re still upset and hurting right now. My advice is to just don’t let it get to you and enjoy your time there.”

Sophie exhaled slowly, and then began to smile. I’m just... Ugh. You’re right though. I’m going to the shelter, and then to St Margaret’s.”

“Take your time sweetie, we’ve put all our contracts on a temp hold.” Amanda stated. “You should go to classes while you’re there, you don’t have to but you should. It might help you.”

“That’s the plan,” Sophie said. “I’ve already missed enough morning classes, but I want to be there for afternoon, and then the whole day tomorrow.”

“I made sure to have Nicole bring your uniform by the way.” Amanda giggled. “So you have your school uniform.”

“Thanks Mom. Nicole has been just fucking amazing. Sorry for swearing, I know you want me to cut back but she has been an absolute rock,” she rambled. “She’s amazing.”

“You’re forgiven right now.” Amanda spoke. “It’s nice to have people who really care for you again huh?”

“Yeah,” Sophie said. She felt like if she leaned back right now, Nicole would catch her.

“Kate and I are worried about you, so be safe okay?” Amanda spoke, “We love you Sophie.”

“I love you too. I know it’s been two days, but it feels like a lifetime. I just want you guys to know how much you mean to me.”

“You know there’s this saying that kids change a relationship?” Amanda spoke, not sure if Sophie was still listening, “You made me and Kate closer as well Sophie, thank you sweetie.”

“I’ll call you again soon,” Sophie said, before hanging up. “Nicole?” she asked.

“Yes?” Nicole spoke up right behind her. Sophie leaned back and Nicole put her arms around her.

“Just checking,” she said, leaning her head back.

“I got you at all times.” Nicole stated.

Sophie turned around and put her arms around Nicole. She leaned to the side to see that everyone was staring. She grinned. “This is what I have now. This is what I want to share with you guys. People who care who are adults. We only had Richie at first, but there are others. Jim and his wife, the sisters of St. Margaret’s, the Lady of Virtue hospital volunteers... Guys, this is all for you.”

More of the kids in the alley came out slowly and a boy spoke up, “You sure the bloody DFS won’t take us?”

“If they try,” Sophie said, “They answer to her,” she pointed to Nicole, who, on cue, cracked her knuckles and put on her most menacing grin. A couple of them stepped back, but several cheered loudly.

“Sides kids.” Richie said, “We got two lawyers who volunteered and two on payroll. One of them works for Casidhe and Ellen’s mother.”

Whisper whisper. Everyone new Cas and Ellen. They always put on extra shows just for fun, because it helped the homeless kids. Everyone got a hot meal when Cas, El, and Sophie performed. All the younger kids called them Aunt Sophie, Aunt Cas and Aunt El.

Two boys came sprinting into the alleyway. They were out of breath and red-faced, about to collapse. “It is true!” one said to the other, excitedly. “She’s back! Auntie Sophie’s here!”

“You didn’t think I’d stay gone for long did you?” Sophie grinned. “I had to make sure you all listened to Uncle Richie about the new safe house. It’s not like the other shelters. Nobody will take you away from there. Legally they can’t touch you.”

“Nope if you’re at the shelter, me and Annlee you all know her right?” Richie looked around, Annlee was a 18 year old girl who got off the streets last year because someone offered her a free ride at college. “We have what they call custody of any one using our shelter.”

“What about if we leave the shelter?” a 14 year old girl asked.

“You are permitted to leave during the day.” Richie stated. “We’ll have cards that you will carry if you’re a resident of the shelter like an ID.”

The children parted like the red sea before Moses as a woman wearing a police uniform stepped into the alley. She smiled and tipped her hat respectfully as she passed, stopping when she reached Richie, Nicole and Sophie.

“A little birdie told me you hadn’t convinced everyone that it was safe just yet,” she said. “Well, I’m here to set the record straight,” she said with a grin.

“Working on it.” Sophie giggled.

“Okay kids, as long as you stop nicking people and busking in permitted areas without a permit, and you carry around the shelters ID card, you will never have an issue with the local police.” The woman stated.

“Yeah, and who are you toppa,” a boy from the safety of the fire escape jeered down.

“I am actually a detective now.” She smiled at the boy. “And my husband is a sargent. As a few of you might have heard, two police officers spoke up favorably for Miss Sophie Dee when the matter of her legal guardianship came up. I was one of those officers. I really believe that you kids can get off the street and be whatever you want, so much so I also volunteer on my days off at the shelter’s kitchens now. So not only do you have Richie, the lawyers, and all that, you got a bloody detective on your side now.”

The children, from floor to rooftops, shared glances. The kids hiding up on the fire escapes slowly came down, and the ones on rooftops followed shortly.

One of the young boys smiled, “I want to be a toppa.” he stuck his tongue out at the boy who gave the woman a hard time.

“All you have to do is finish school and then apply at the academy. There’s no cost to apply, and no cost for your schooling,” she said. “If any of you decide to go that route I’ll even throw in a letter of recommendation as long as you stay clean and go to school at the shelter or at a public school of your choice.”

“... ‘kay, I guess,” the boy who had razzed her said. “But you aint taking us to jail right?” as he climbed down slowly.

She laughed. “Nope. I won’t be taking any of you anywhere. I have to leave again soon, but Richie, he’ll show you where it is, and I’ll see you at supper tomorrow.” About 85 kids followed Sophie and Richie to the shelter, that was the entire alleyway.

When they arrived Annlee was there, she was cleaned up, but all the older kids knew her well. She was always momma Ann to them even if she was still a kid herself.

“Sophie Dee,” Anniee grinned. “My God girl, you look like you knocked over a Macy’s store,” she teased as she hugged her tight. “You clean up better than I do.” she motioned to the fact she still had dreadlocks.

“Come work for the agency,” Sophie laughed. “They’ll be happy to cut those things off,” she teased.

“Hell no kiddo.” Annlee laughed, “These things are what make people recognize me. I’m first year into my bachelors degree in business anyway. I still can’t believe this is real though. Richie and I have two private rooms which also work as our offices.” she showed Sophie those first, “The kids can come to either of us at any time.” she led Sophie down the hall.

“Boys Dorm is on the right and the Girls Dorm is on the left, 200 bunk beds in each dorm area.” she led them further into the large school building. “We’ve got two rooms setup as classrooms with only one in operation.” she pointed out that the sister was in there with two kids already.

“Ah, just one moment,” the elderly nun said, grinning. She turned to step out, giving Sophie a hug. “Bless you, child,” she said warmly. “You have the heart of the savior.”

“No ma’am,” Sophie said. “I just wanted to help the people who saved me.”

“Thank you Sister,” AnnLee smiled at her. “To continue the tour, the nurses office.” she opened the door, it was a nice office, with lots of equipment. “Here we have the library and a massive computer lab, the computers were donated to us by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. Apple generously donated iPads for each student who enrolls, too. We’ve seriously got like 20 boxes of them.” she giggled.

“Jesus Christ,” Sophie said.

“They’re not allowed to leave the Shelter though.” AnnLee stated. “Nor are the books from the library, which the Galway public library system generously donated to us. We kept the gym but converted it into the Mess, this is where everyone gathers to eat, breakfast, lunch and dinner. It’s rough right now, still under construction.”

AnnLee hugged Sophie again. “You may not have meant for all this to snowball like it has, but you started it. You did more in two days than I could hope to do in a lifetime.”

“AnnLee can I talk to you in private?” Sophie asked.

“Sure,” AnnLee said. “We can use the library. Nobody’s in there right now.”

Sophie brought up the charity budget numbers on her cellphone like Casidhe showed her, and handed the phone to AnnLee, “This is what I have to work with for you guys. That is my personal donations and a bunch of others. Mine is per photo shoot. On top of the computers, Microsoft and Apple donate 1/3 of the ‘mount I donate. And Megan Stuart donates money, Disney matches her donations, AMC matches her donations as well, and we have 6 fashion magazines that also donate.”

AnnLee stared in absolute stunned silence, so Sophie continued. “It’s snowballed so damn far it’s the size of Pluto. I’m starting to wonder if this should be a global charity, or at least the UK and North Ireland as well around The Republic here.”

“Aya,” AnnLee said finally. “Yeah, I... Jesus girl. You never did anything small did you?”

“I met my birth mother yesterday morning and almost got her killed,” Sophie said honestly. “So, nope go big or go home should be my new motto. But this is getting way out of my ability to even comprehend.”

“You want me to take over the books Sophie?” AnnLee got the hint.

“I trust Katelyn and Amanda, but they’ve got their hands full dealing with my birth mother’s accident. She was the fooking CEO of my modeling agency, and now shit’s flying apart at the seams there, and I’ve got all this money coming in and I need someone who knows what they’re doing, and,” she was going a mile a minute now.

AnnLee giggled and kissed Sophie softly on the lips to shut her up, “I got it for you baby girl. I’ll do the charity books from now on, just give me the access information.”

Sophie almost burst into tears again. “God damit what is wrong with me. I’m not even on hormones and I’m crying constantly lately,” she sighed. “Thank you Momma Ann.”

“The booster.” Nicole stated. “You start the hormones tomorrow, but it might have been the booster shot.” she had been quiet the entire time Annlee had almost forgotten Nicole was there.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ,” AnnLee said. “ Are you part cat?” she laughed.

“Yes part Mountain Lioness.” Nicole grinned.

Sophie giggled. “Sorry. Nicole, AnnLee, AnnLee, Nicole. She’s my bodyguard, my big sister, and my best friend in one. And also a Mountain Lioness. And ex special forces.”

“Oh holy shit!” AnnLee said. “You’re THE Nicole! Richie talks a lot about you. I didn’t think you would be that tall though.. You know guys and their stories.”

Nicole grinned. “I bet he didn’t tell you about the four great big american...” She stopped herself.

“Oh, yeah he did,” AnnLee giggled loudly.

Richie came into the hallway, “Four Great Big American Titties.” he said in a russian accent.

Nicole did something that Sophie had never seen yet. She burst out laughing, really, really hard. “God damn you Richie,” she managed to get out between gasps.

“Cousin do you want to bowlink?” He said in the same accent.

“You’re going to fucking make me pee,” Nicole giggled. Now that they were mostly alone and she didn’t have to keep her guard up, she was letting Sophie see her human side, especially as she walked up and hugged him.

“Missed you one shot.” Richie grinned and hugged her back.

“One shot?” Sophie asked.

“That was the Marine motto, but Nikki outdid them,” Rich said, grinning. “Not even exaggerating, she once took out three enemy contacts with one bullet. That’s how she got the nickname.”

“One shot one kill’s a fucking waste of ammo,” Nicole grinned. “That was also the luckiest shot in the history of Delta force.”

“Rumor has it, she's taken out 6 with one.” Richie winked. “It’s unconfirmed. The 3 in one is confirmed. I got it on helmet cam.”

“Bullet pierced one’s heart, ricocheted out into the second, somehow passed right through him and into the third. The fourth thought they were under fire by multiple snipers and bugged out with a trail of piss behind him.”

“You’re in good hands Soapy.” Richie smiled and ruffled Sophie’s hair a little.

“Yeah, I am,” Sophie beamed at Nicole. “Every time this week I’ve had some stupid half-baked idea in my head... Which okay I’ll grant is only one so far, but she was there. She fookin’ flew me to Ireland because I wanted to go.”

“Anytime you have time and want to come back here, I’ll be happy to come.” Nicole said. “I wanted to see Richie Rich. You wanted to come. It’s win win.”

“Why aren’t you two dating?” Sophie asked, “You are about the same age aren’t you?”

Nicole shook her head. “I’m poison kiddo.”

“Same here.” Richie laughed. “I got the luck of a banshee when it comes to women. Nicole and I are best friends, and that’s what we agreed it will always stay as.”

Nicole nodded. “I don’t know if you know this,” she said, “But I have serious PTSD. What we saw fucked us up, and it’s only gotten worse.”

“Same here.” Richie stated. “It’s all that shit we did. Stick with Sophie Dee, it’ll be good for you.” he hugged Nicole again. “That girl there, is the brightest star In the sky.”

“I’m not Vanessa,” Sophie said with a grin, finally letting on that she had been awake the entire time they had that conversation the other night. Nicole laughed.

“No joke though, there’s a star out there that’s named after her.” Richie winked. “Sophie Dee came to the streets of Galway dressed in nice clothes had no clue her right from her left, but it didn’t take her long to shine.”

“You know,” Nicole said, “She used krav maga on a cop yesterday.”

“I teach the girls Krav maga.” Richie grinned. “I also teach them street fighting, like I taught you.”

“Besides that was an accident,” Sophie protested. “I was in full on panic mode.”

“Good fucking thing you didn’t teach her everything,” Nicole laughed. “I had to use a reverse grapple to grab her before she hurt herself.”

“She didn’t have the patience to learn all of it.” Richie laughed. “Like any bright star, she had other things to do besides learn martial arts from an old american soldier who talked to much.”

“Speaking of talking, I’m going to change into my uniform and head over to St. Margaret’s. There’s some shit I need to deal with in my head space, and I’m not sure even God can help me, but I gotta try.”

“Going to attend classes?” Nicole asked, “If so I will be there right after classes, I trust you to get there, because this is your turf.”

Sophie nodded and hugged Nicole. “After I talk to someone about Melissa, yeah, I want to attend classes, pay my respects and stuff since they’ve been so kind to me, and I’ve like blown them off two days in a row.”