A/N: Okay, so this is kinda a character study of Lisbon's past. Enjoy…

A family. A mother. A father. Two sons. A daughter.

Once a family.

1976. May the 17th. A baby girl was born, weighing six pounds seven ounces, to two very proud parents.

Teresa Mae Lisbon.

Two years later, on the thirtieth of November, their second child was born. He was christened Alan Fitzgerald Lisbon.

Another three years later, nature brought five year old Teresa and two year old Alan a baby brother. Charles Julian Lisbon was born on the fifth of August, weighing a scarily light 3 pounds seven ounces.

Teresa Lisbon was the apple of her mother's eyes. Her pride and joy. The more talented one of the family, by six Teresa was playing the flute and the piano, and going to ballet, drama and singing classes.

"Tessa!" Teresa turned at the sound of her mother's voice. She jumped up from the piano stool, glanced apologetically at Alan who she'd been playing to and ran downstairs.

"Yes, mommy?" Alice Lisbon tousled her daughter's hair affectionately.

"I'm going out shopping with grandma, would you like to come?" She asked, and Teresa sighed.

"But, mommy. I'm busy." She pouted, and Alice shrugged.

"Okay, then, honey. I'll see you in a few hours." Alice pulled on her coat and headed outside to her car.

"Bye mommy!" Teresa ran back upstairs to carry on playing the piano.

The next morning she walked into the kitchen to find her parents in deep conversation. Her mom was crying, and her father looked sad.

"Daddy? Why is mommy crying?" Teresa looked up at her father, who shook his head slightly and pulled Teresa onto his knee.

"Grandma is very ill, honey." He said, speaking to her slowly. "She might not get better."

"What's wrong with her?" Teresa asked, her lower lip trembling slightly.

"She's very, very tired. Tess, she's gone to sleep and the doctors can't wake her up at the moment. She might wake up… we're not sure." Lucien Lisbon replied sadly. Alice's mother was in a coma, as a result of a stroke she had suffered two nights before. Alice had been the one to find her, on the floor of her own home, with no one to help her.

"I'm going to the hospital this afternoon, Tessa. Would you like to come?" Alice bit her lip so she wouldn't cry in front of her daughter.

"Are Alan and Charlie coming?" Alice glanced at her husband.

"Alan can come if he wants to." Alice conceded. Teresa ran up the stairs to tell her brother. A few minutes later, brother and sister came running down the stairs.

"We're coming." Teresa stated. Alice found their coats and helped them put them on.

"Alan. Shoes." Lucien pointed out. Four year old Alan stomped back off upstairs to find himself a pair of shoes.

Half an hour later, Teresa, Alan and Alice were sitting in uncomfortable blue plastic chairs next to the hospital bed containing the sleeping Elisabeth Levato. Alice held her mother's hand in her own, her cheeks damp from tears. Teresa had her legs pulled up under herself on the chair, and Alan's head was resting on her shoulder, his eyes closed.

Alice took a deep breath and turned away from her mother. "Children, we should be going." She said, and it took a superhuman effort for her to keep her voice steady. "Kiss your grandma goodbye."

"Bye nana." Alan leaned over and kissed his grandmother's cheek.

"Teresa? Aren't you going to kiss your grandmother goodbye?" Alice asked her eldest daughter.

"I…" Teresa wiped a tear away from her eye. Her grandmother looked so peaceful and serene, yet the sleeping face would haunt her. She didn't want to kiss her cheek, so she settled for patting her hand lightly. "Good bye, nana."

That was the last time that Teresa saw her grandmother. The next time her mother visited Elisabeth, Teresa opted to stay at home.

After that, there was no next time. All that was left of Elisabeth Levato was a granite headstone and the memories in their heads.

Whenever Teresa Lisbon thought of her grandmother, she saw the face wrinkled with illness and worry, the mouth straight with no emotion, and she heard the sounds of hospital machines beeping.

She would never forgive herself from being unable to say goodbye to her grandmother properly.

Soon, Teresa Lisbon became top of her class in her school, competing against Kevin, the geeky son of the school's computer technology teacher. One thing she managed to excel far over Kevin in was sport.

"Mommy. I want to be a lawyer when I grow up." Seven year old Teresa informed her mother on the way home from school one day.

"Why's that?" Her mother asked, interestedly.

"Lilly's mom is a lawyer, and she helps bring jus… jus… justice to bad people." Teresa said proudly.

"So, you want to make the world a better place?" Alice smiled proudly at her daughter's words.

"Everyone should." Teresa said knowingly and Alice wondered when her daughter had suddenly become such a philosopher.

"When we get home, tell daddy what job you want to do." Alice told Teresa, knowing how proud it would make Lucien to have such a promising daughter.

Ballet was something that her father didn't care much about. All of her recitals, he never came to one of them. It was always her mother who came to support her. Sometimes her brothers came to watch her, but they usually got bored before the end.

Alice looked on proudly as her daughter danced her small solo, the angel in the Christmas dance recital.

"Mommy, why does Teresa do dancing and I don't?" Four year old Alan complained, and Alice suppressed a smile.

"You play soccer, Tessa dances." Alice explained. Alan sighed. "Now, shh."

Half an hour later, Teresa stepped down from the stage after curtseying with the rest of her class, and ran up to her mother and brother.

"You were excellent, Tessa." Her mother praised, and Teresa visibly glowed.

"You were good." Teresa took it as a huge compliment from her younger brother.

When Teresa was eight, her whole world came crashing down around her.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Tessa, happy birthday to you." Alice sang as she brought in a cake embellished with eight candles. Teresa took a deep breath and blew them all out. Lucien and Alan clapped, while Charlie looked up at the cake in the awe of a three year old seeing a whole load of sugar.

"Can I open my presents now?" Teresa asked, and her mom nodded.

"Sure honey." She pointed to a pile of neatly wrapped presents on the floor near the television. Teresa sat herself down beside the small pile, and picked one at random.

"From Charlie." She read the tag.

"That's mine!" Charlie sat down next to Teresa. She unwrapped it carefully, trying not to rip the wrapping paper too much. Inside was a necklace and a bracelet.

"Oh! Thank you Charlie!" She hugged her little brother, who grinned widely.

She opened the rest of her presents, and was slightly sad to find that, yet again, there was no surprise of a pony.

A few months later, disaster happened.

"Mommy! I left my coat at Lilly's house!" Teresa exclaimed when they got home from a sleepover at her best friend's house.

"She can bring it to school." Alice said but Teresa pouted.

"Mommy! I need it!" She complained, and Alice sighed.

"Fine. I'll go back and get it. But by the time I get back, I want your room tidy." Alice picked the car keys back up from where she'd just put them.

"Fine, mommy." Teresa huffed and headed upstairs.

Half an hour later they received a phone call.

The roads had been slick with rain, and she'd had no chance of survival.

Her mother was dead. Her car had been hit side on by a drunk driver speeding at seventy miles per hour. She was killed on the impact. She suffered no pain.

One of the worse things was that the other driver lived.

In her will, it instructed that Teresa was to receive the silver cross on a chain that Alice always wore.

Ironic, really.

The sign of Christianity was to go to the girl who had lost her faith in god.

After all, what sick minded god would kill her mother, innocent and faithful, and yet the person in the wrong survived?

In all her philosophical musings, eight year old Teresa Lisbon never could work it out.

A/N: So? What did you think? Please review!

PS: Nothing is meant to be vulgar to any religion.