Title: Building Bridges

Summary: "You've always been on a bridge… and you just don't walk on it... you just climb on the railing and you're ready to leap… and when you do, I have to be there, I have to catch you… It's my job."

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Diaries, nor do I own Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement, I also do not own any of the Cast members. They belong to Meg Cabot and Disney & all of the other respectful owners. I do however own my writing, so please don't steal Johanna-002©.

This is my first Princess Diaries story. I hope I peak your interest. I have some plans floating around in this head of mine, some twists and turns that'll hopefully peak your interest. So read, relax and leave me a little review letting me know what you think?

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-01-

It had been one month since the Queen's surprise wedding.

The papers will still raving on how quickly everything had happened. Some even began to speculate that the Queen had been having an affair with her then, Head of Security, Joseph Torres.

Those rumors faded rather quickly, especially after Clarisse had made a public announcement disregarding any affair and had quite bluntly put the reporters in their place.

The papers soon raved about that as well…

"Rather feisty, eh you're majesty?" -The Papers read

Charlotte chuckled to herself as she scanned the morning paper, Clarisse herself pacing around the room like a mad woman and Joseph watching with an amused grin.

"Good morning my lovelies!" Mia shouted gleefully as she ran into her Grandmother's office.

"Good morning, Princess," Joseph smiled, accepting the gleeful but loving push of Mia's hand on his shoulder.

Mia smiled, though she was now Genovia's Queen, Joseph had still yet called her by the title. He argued that Princess was merely a pet name and it would be so until the day he died.

"What are you reading Charlotte?" The bubbly woman asked as she leaned over to peer over the blondes shoulder. "And why is grandma burning a whole in the floor?" She asked as Clarisse continued to pace in circles.

"Seems your grandma has made the front cover once again," Joseph laughed as Clarisse looked up only long enough to glare at him.

Mia chuckled as she read the headlines. "Oh yes, grandma ignited quite a bomb." She remembered that interview all to well. In fact, she had actually taped it and had it hidden in her bedside table, readily available for a little 'pick-me up' humor.

-One week after the wedding-

"Your Majesty, isn't it true you had an affair with your now husband, Joseph Torres, primarily when he was your head of security just years or even weeks prior to the all of a sudden wedding?" A man yelled as he held up his microphone, ready to take her statement.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "No," she hissed into the microphones. "And on the contrary how is it any of your business?"

Another question was shouted from the crowd. "Isn't it rather disrespectful to your late husband for you to engage in a relationship?"

Clarisse fumed. She knew the voice all to well; Elsie Kentworthy.

"Isn't it rather disrespectful of you to cheat on your husband and carry the product of said affair?" asked Clarisse as she motioned towards the swell bump of Elsie's tummy.

"You of all people should be asking me such questions. I was a widow, when I wed. And with that being said, I did not consummate the relationship until my wedding night. But you, Mrs. Kentworthy, are indeed married and you conceived a child with a man whom is not your husband. "

Elsie's mouth feel. The rest of the reporters went wild.

"Fiesty your Majesty!" Someone yelled from the crowd.

Mia snapped back into reality when Charlotte talked cautiously into her ear piece.

"Oh, yes, I'll- I'll let him know." Charlotte said as she cast a glance from Joseph to Clarisse and back to Joseph again. "Yes, thank you Shades. Send it through."

"What's wrong?" Joseph asked, Clarisse coming to a stop as Charlotte picked up the beige phone that lie on her desk.

"Sir, it's um- it's Calliope." Charlotte whispered.

A look of confusion crossed Mia's face as she noticed the sudden silence and intense eye contact her grandparents held. The tension had only been broken by the loud ringing of the phone.

"We'll give you a minute." Clarisse whispered, Charlotte fowling behind her as they made their way to leave.

"Wait, who's Calliope?" Mia asked.

No answer.

"Charlotte?"

Still nothing,

"Grandma? What's going on? Who's Calliope?" Mia asked once more.

Clarisse stopped, taking her granddaughters hand in hers. Charlotte took this opportunity to leave as she suddenly remembered she had some business to attend to.

Clarisse forced a smile upon her lips. "Calliope, my dear, is Joseph's daughter."

"Daughter?" Mia repeated. "Joe doesn't have a daughter!"

Clarisse sighed, "quite the contrary. She a beautiful young lady, maybe one day you can meet her."

Mia was frozen. "H-how?" she stumbled. "Are you sure, Grandma?"

Clarisse nodded. "Mia, I can't go into details. It's not my business to tell. Just- ask Joseph." With that, Clarisse had turned on her heels and left.

"Joe has a daughter?" Mia asked again. She heard the words, but she couldn't wrap her head around them.