Hello. This is SausageMahoney98, or Fagan. Thank you for choosing to read my story. This particular one-shot involves Luke and Clive as a couple, and Luke visits Clive in jail with their daughter.

Echoing down the lonely gray hallway came the sound of very familiar footsteps. Clive Dove pricked up his ears as the sound approached him, lifting his spirits with the tiniest bit of hope. Was that...could it be? "Daddy!" it was.

Luke Triton was standing in front of of his iron-barred cell and holding the hand of a young girl who was wearing a red jumper. "Luke, Beatrice!" Clive stumbled to his feet and staggered to the bars of his holding cell, his eyes sunken and his smile slightly insane. "You came to see me! How wonderful." Beatrice reached through the bars of her father's cell and brushed her tiny fingers against his rough and callused skin.

"Daddy, we missed you so much." she whispered. Beatrice longed to squeeze through the bars of her father's prison, to hug him and smell that sweet, warm scent that seemed to flow from his very pores. She wanted to love him again, but most of all, she wanted her father out of this barred room and back at home with her other daddy. Beatrice wanted Luke and Clive to fall in love again. "Why can't you come out daddy? I want you to give me a piggy-back again." Clive's heart shriveled and clenched as the longing in his daughter's voice was made known to him.

"Daddy will try to get out. He will be good, and maybe the nice men will let daddy out early. Then, I will give you a piggy-back." Clive looked up from Beatrice and shifted his attention towards Luke, who refused to meet his lover's gaze. Luke could not forgive Clive for somehow managing to get himself into prison yet again. He would never forgive Clive for leaving him and Beatrice alone and scared. Luke would never forgive Clive for breaking his heart.

"Clive! What's more important? Your drugs? Or your daughter and me?" Luke had tried hard to suppress these horrible memories, to forget about the terrors that had been inflicted upon him by an intoxicated Clive. He remembered shutting Beatrice in her room and threatening to call the police if Clive ever approached Beatrice or him again while under the influence of those terrible substances.

"Luke, did the warden have anything to say about how long my sentence shall last?" Clive pleaded. He was begging Luke to say anything, even if it was spiteful or untrue.

"No." it was only one word, but it was all Clive needed to hear. Luke was acknowledging him, which was enough for Clive.

"Luke, what happened to us?" Clive whispered, his eyes filled with longing.

"I'll tell you what happened. You chose those substances over me and Beatrice. That's what happened between us, and it will never be the same again." Luke stared at Clive coldly, and then took his daughter by the hand. "Come along Beatrice. It's time to go home." Beatrice pulled her hand back through her father's bars and let her other father lead her away from Clive.

"Goodbye daddy! Come home soon!" she called, waving over her shoulder. And even though Clive knew she couldn't see him, Clive waved back to her.