9.5

Lauren’s hard work and continuous effort didn't go unnoticed. She was soon offered a choice between the secret service and a forensic scientist. Since she felt her calling was in forensics, she quickly accepted the position and moved to a bigger office.

Her quick promotion only helped enforce her healthy running habit. She used this time after work to de-stress before returning home. Each day she would run the two mile track around Central Park before jumping in her car and heading home. She grew accustom to the track and hardly paid attention. Regardless how unsafe she knew that was.

Running calmed Lauren. Each foot on the path was one more step from her problems. One, two, three, she counted each foot step. It wasn't until she ran into a solid surface that she realized she wasn't paying attention. Then she realized it was a person. He was quick to apologize and even quicker to introduce himself. Derik.

Day after day Lauren ran into Derik running in the park. He always played it off as a coincidence, but Lauren wasn't naïve, she knew better. But she indulged him anyway.

As love blossomed, Derik's "coincidences" happened less. Instead of meeting her while running, Derik waited outside her office.

Their daily encounters led to a string of rendezvous. They spent their first date staring at the stars.

Brooke watched from a distance as Lauren put a man first and her job second. Brooke beamed at her step daughter’s growth. She knew Wilson would be happy. Thinking of Wilson brought a soft spot in Brooke’s heart. Brooke touched her growing belly, conceived without a living man’s touch, and knew Wilson would get his wish. They’d have their own child.

Work as a Wiretap Reader was boring compared to her life with Derik. The two were inseparable outside work. Lauren began to believe it was time to take their relationship to the next level. She invited him home.

9.4

After Wilson’s death, Brooke suffered with survivor’s guilt. She’d lie in bed at night her head full of thoughts. She wanted to talk to him one last time.

She’d drift into troubled dreams. The dreams scared her, but she had alone time with Wilson.

She didn’t waste time with small talk as their bodies connected again. He’d return night after night to be with her in her dreams. Each night he returned Brooke was satisfied less and less with just kisses.

Brooke woke the next morning astonished. She didn’t think she was dreaming about the incident, but there was no other explanation.

Life as a lieutenant was difficult for Lauren. Her desk was a constant paper shuffle as cases came in and cases were dismissed. Her longest open case was one of a bank robber who had successfully robbed fifteen banks in Riverblossom and three banks in Bridgeport. She studied his face everyday hoping to find a clue or at least that her boss would remove his cold file. She called three suspects in the first week, all of which had strong alibis.

9.3

Lauren was hit hard. Every time she turned around, something would remind her of her father. Lauren wanted to shake his memories. She pictured moving away. Away from the furniture. Away from his presence.

Wilson's death haunted Brooke for days. There were always little reminders of Wilson. The left over French Toast he made, the paused game on the Maxiod Game Simulator, and worst of all, her own bed with both sides messy.


Both women worked around the house quietly, stealthily avoiding each other. It was too painful to talk.

While Brooke busied herself sketching, Lauren looked for a new place to live. It had to be small, she only had a desk jockey's salary to work with. She knew she'd eventually have to tell her step mom she was moving out, but she'd cross that bridge when she got there.

Lauren looked at house upon house in town. Everything she wanted was out of her budget; everything she could afford was outdated. Nevertheless she pushed on.

Her luck began to improve with her promotion to Patrol Officer which came with a nifty bonus and pay increase. After months of looking, Lauren gave up on the house search and decided it was time to update the furniture in her step mothers home.


((In reality, my game is so loaded with errors that it froze up when I tried to move them. It's probably better that way as Gen 10 has to have four kids.))

9.2

As a desk jockey, the days were long and many nights were filled with over time. Lauren stayed busy while building her reputation at the station. Tonight's activity was servalence at the Llama Bowl. The camera's revealed spectators walking and a middle finger or two occasionally. When her phone rang, Lauren knew something was askew.

On the phone her step mother was frantic. All Lauren could decipher was come home and quick. Lauren was tore between her step mothers wishes and her job performance. Her boss would be upset if she left. Her job performance would suffer. But her step mother never asked anything of her. In the end, Lauren reasoned it was best to go.

"Mom!" Lauren yelled as she entered the house. A quick sweep across the living areas informed Lauren that Brooke was not there. Lauren checked the office, but Brooke's chair was empty.

Lauren headed towards her mothers room when she heard a faint sob from the open garage door. Hesitantly, she walked towards the garage and down the stairs into the basement, the sobs getting louder. "Lauren!" her mother cried before taking her into her arms.
A quick sweep of the situation and a cold chill told Lauren everything she needed to know. Her father was dead, and she barely missed it.

9.1

After her grandfather's death, Lauren moved into his old room. She had updated it a bit, even purchased herself a hover bed, although she couldn't quite figure out what all the fuss was about.

Even with the added comfort of the state-of-the-art hover bed, Lauren could hardly sleep the night before. All of her hard work and dedication had paid off and Lauren was eager to start in the police academy.

Lauren graduated from the police academy with top marks; however, it would be awhile before she saw action. Even upon completion, Lauren was still a snitch.

But the starter position wouldn't keep Lauren down; it was only a matter of time before Lauren was promoted.

Not feeling Generation Nine... But Generation Ten is kicking...

8.22 Family Ties

The music was therapeutic for both Lauren and Wilson. Slowly the pieces of their lives started clicking. Through their nightly jam sessions the two were able to catch up on the years of bonding they missed.

Soon Brooke joined them, and it seemed that the family was back together.


Lauren had a new interest in school. Although Wilson was fairly sure there was a guy involved. Brooke reminded him regularly that Lauren was a big girl, and she could take care of herself. In truth, Lauren found out she needed high grades to get into the police academy. Boys was the last thing on her mind.

Through her family research, Lauren found out that there were many career driven, independent women in her family. Lauren longed to be one of them. She put her dedication into her studies.



Wilson aged gracefully into an elder. Even though his body was physically changing, Wilson was still as shy and clumsy as ever. He decided it was time to start a new hobby, tinkering. In his spare time, he attempted to teach his daughter to drive, although he soon regretted it.



Lauren learned to drive with little time to spare. She quickly graduated into a beautiful young woman.

8.21 Mistaken Intentions

Ruining lives wasn't exactly what Lauren had hoped would happen. Her mother was also slightly over exaggerating her behavior. Yes, Lauren skipped school regularly, but she was visiting her grandfather mostly. Yes, Lauren's grades were dropping, but Lauren felt the best lessons were taught out of school. Her intentions weren't to ruin lives. But when her mom went off the deep end and aired all her dirty laundry, Lauren , as well as the rest of the family, was shocked.

Leaving was easy for Lauren. She loved her aunt and her Pop Noah. Plus the grass was greener on the other side. Until she arrived on the other side.

Lauren entered the house after the death of her Pops to a problematic marriage. She longed to go back but knew that going back wouldn't be any better. Her father's marriage issues plagued her.
She could hear them arguing. Something she'd never heard before. She had caused the problems. After all she was born to the wrong father. Sleep was hard for her; many nights she tossed and turned.
Some nights she would finally get to sleep only to be disturbed by a knocking noise. The noise returned night after night until finally she left the comfort of her room to inspect the noise. She crept across the house trying to find the source. It wasn't until she entered the garage that she noticed the rhythmic beat of drums.


Reluctant to break the beat, Lauren tip toed down the stairs. At the bottom she found her father. As if sensing someone was there, Wilson stopped drumming and turned to see Lauren watching him, "That was good."
Wilson smiled and motioned at a guitar across the room, "Why don't you join?" Lauren wasn't any good at either instrument, but she would try for her father.