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Blast From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by


by wild rose

Chapter Thirteen

Spencer was unable to convince Linda. The verdict came back and it was guilty. It was an empty victory for Spencer, but Linda seemed gladdened by it. The doctor and his young family were forced to leave the city from the scandal, his practice ruined by the press.

The trial over, Spencer tried to return to his life. He helped Linda pack up Katherine’s belongings at Alistair’s house. He detested stepping foot into his house, but forced himself to do it - for Katherine. Linda brought the baby along and she slept peacefully as the two sifted through her mother’s things.

Spencer chose to start in her bedroom. He walked over to her closet and asked Linda what she’d like to do with her wardrobe. They decided to donate most of the articles, saving a few special pieces for her daughter. He then proceeded to go over to her night table. He found simple things. Simple things that held so many memories. Her hand cream, a picture of the two of them, and her journal. Intense desire overcame him, pushing him to open it and read what she had written; about him, about them. An internal struggle pursued but in the end he put the book down. He heard the baby stir and went over to pick her up.

"Hey there! Did somebody wake up? Are you awake Tanya? he asked in a loving voice.

Linda returned from the bathroom and saw the two together. She opened her mouth to speak, but heard another voice before her own.

"What are you doing in here?" Alistair demanded to know.

Spencer shook his head. He had understood that Al was out at a business meeting, they had planned to be done before he returned.

"We’re here to pack up Katherine’s things. Before you know it we’ll be out of here." Spencer told him.

The baby squirmed in his arms and Alistair approached slowly. He seemed to look her over not sure if he really wanted to be near her.

Anger building inside of him, Spencer had finally had enough. "Come on, Linda. Let’s get out of here before he decides to pounce. We can come back later for the rest of the stuff."

"You will not take another step with my daughter." he threatened in a voice as smooth as cream.

A giant laugh shot out of Spencer’s mouth "
Your daughter? Your daughter? Since when is your daughter any concern of yours? It’s been nearly two months! Now you care? I don’t believe it!"

Again, he voice was calm as he spoke "You are not leaving with my daughter. She is my flesh and blood!"

Spencer turned and left with Tanya still in his arms, the sound of Alistair’s threats fading with each step.

If he thought the scene at the house was ugly, the one the following morning was ten times worse. Linda had asked Spencer to stay at her apartment that evening to ease her worries.

While the two sat eating breakfast a quick knock interrupted their solitude.

"Mrs. Linda Walker?" the man inquired.

"Yes." she verified.

"These are for you." he said, handing her a manila envelope and then left.

Linda walked back into the kitchen and was met with Spencer’s concerned face.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Don’t know. He gave me this." Linda said, holding up the envelope.

She took her seat and proceeded to open the envelope. Coffee in one hand, papers in the other she began to read the text. Suddenly the mug slipped out of her hand, crashed on the floor. She let out a small scream, both of which frightened Tanya who began to cry.

"What is it Linda? What’s wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"It’s Alistair. He’s suing for custody." she told him.

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