A/N: Hola!  I've been pretty busy in NYC so haven't been writing much.  I've gone back to the main set at 175th/Audubon a couple times but haven't seen Lin again.  I did see Luis, Luz, Luz, and Alejandro I believe.  They all seemed super proud of what was happening.  On another note, I've posted the first chapter of a series of one-shots from all the universes I've created.  The most popular request was more Nora, so that's the first chapter.  The story is cheesily entitled, "Not Throwing Away My One Shots".  Open to requests!

I woke up Tuesday way earlier than I expected to because my phone kept buzzing on my nightstand. Pippa kept telling me to put it on Do Not Disturb until a more acceptable hour, but I was way too attached to my Twitter feed. After my phone finally buzzed off the nightstand and hit the hardwood floor I groaned and turned over. Sleepily, I scooped up the phone and looked down at it with bleary eyes. Four missed calls from my agent. Dozens of texts. Thousands of Twitter alerts.

I pushed myself up to seated in bed and Pippa stirred beside me. Still half asleep, my worry began to kick in. What could possibly be so important? What the hell had happened? I soon got my answer.

One of Joey's classmates had blabbed to the press about her drug use and subsequent suspension. It was all over social media. My heart pounding, I pressed on a couple of the links, showing pictures of my daughter - ones she'd posted herself on social media - along with statements from various anonymous classmates. My eyes scanned the words.

....suspended from Hunter College High School....behavior issue at school...out of control...drug addict...using her father's influence...

I was pissed. Instantly I was on my feet and walking fast down the hallway as I dialed my agent's number. She picked up when I reached the kitchen, already way past amped to even need coffee. I didn't even wait for her to talk before cutting her off.

"We need to get that bullshit down," I told her tersely. "Now."

She sighed. "Lin, I'm working on it," she told me. "The problem is that these kids who made the statements are minors, and-"

"I don't care if they're minors!" I shouted, pacing the kitchen. "She's a minor and her school records shouldn't be public. And she's not a behavior problem at school. It's all bullshit."

"I know that, Lin, but she's also put her life out there," she reminded me. "This will be hard to keep under wraps now that it's out."

It was true. I felt she was entitled to have social media like any other teenager, but I'd made her set all her accounts to private. No one should be able to just click on her account and see her personal pictures. The problem was that the kids she was friends with could just right-click any image she posted, save it, and share it anywhere themselves. I knew it would get harder as she got older and this was one of my worst nightmares.

"Just, please," my tone changed to that of a desperate father. "Do what you can. She doesn't deserve this."

I had wanted this life. Not necessarily the fame, but I wanted to write musicals and act and compose for a living. But because of my success my kid wasn't able to have a normal life. She wasn't allowed to mess up like a normal teenager and not have it be a newsworthy event.

"I'll get in touch with the legal team and I'm sure we can threaten the websites that posted the story with lawsuits," she offered. "They posted private information of a minor."

I finished up the conversation and saw Joey wander out in her pajamas, eyeing me suspiciously. I'd tried to keep my voice down but I sensed she'd overheard at least part of what had happened. I'd taken her phone and laptop so she was cut off from the web, clueless about the storm that had been brewing overnight. I set my phone face down on the counter and went for the pantry.

"Morning, sweetheart," I tried to keep my voice level but I wasn't fooling her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, crossing her arms as she watched me find the box of Cheerios. I sighed as I set it on the counter. I let my hands rest on the counter, my arms wide like I was exhausted from a long day.

"My agent's already on it, but some of your classmates blabbed to the press about what happened," I told her as gently as I could, watching her closely. Her eyes began to dart around, looking at the counter as her mind searched for who the culprits could be.

"What did they say?" she asked quickly. I didn't want to tell her, but I knew I had to. It was better for it to be me rather than reading about it herself or hearing it from some stranger.

"That..." I groaned, hating the words. "That you were caught with drugs and suspended from school."

Her face sank as her eyes searched my face for answers I couldn't give. Tears swam and she began to look sick and betrayed. She had been betrayed.

"What else?" she whispered, somehow sensing that wasn't it. I slowly walked around the counter, closer to her, shoving my hands in my pockets. Reluctantly, I continued.

"That you're a behavior problem," I said gently. "Out of control and spoiled."

She let out a disgusted sigh as her hands started rubbing at her arms. I stepped forward to bring her into a hug but she quickly turned to rush back to her bedroom. She was on the verge of tears.

"Joey, wait-" I called after her.

"For what?!" she spat, turning to face me. "For me to have a normal life? To not have my personal business splashed all over the Internet just because of who you are?!"

My eyes closed in regret, knowing this was all my fault deep down. She was right. No one would care about this if she wasn't my daughter. People loved to see drama unfold, especially when it involved celebrities.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't say that!" she growled at me, her fists now clenched at her sides. "This is what you wanted! To be famous and have everyone love you. Well, I hope you're enjoying it because my life is complete shit!"

She stormed off down the hallway and slammed the door. Jack started crying from his bedroom and I heard Pippa go to him. I felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart and I deserved it. In that moment, I'd trade in all my success just not to have my daughter hurting. As a parent it was the worst feeling ever, to watch your child suffer. And to know it was because of you made it ten times worse.

I sighed and just stood there, not knowing what to do. There wasn't anything I could say right now to make it better. The damage was being done as we spoke, being shared, reposted and saved online. The only thing I could do now was try to control the damage. I picked up my phone and started making more phone calls, figuring out how to quell the drama.

Pippa emerged a few minutes later with both Jack and Alex and I quickly filled her in. She was as disgusted as me. The kids had school to get to and I felt guilty that Pippa was having to do it all herself as I made frantic calls. She assured me it was fine; that I needed to take care of this problem and it was the priority. I kissed them goodbye a bit later and Pippa shuffled them out.

About forty-five minutes later, Joey emerged from her bedroom and had obviously been crying. I looked up from my laptop from where I was seated at the couch.

"I want to see," she told me, her voice level and serious. Her eyes searched mine, begging for me to understand. I sighed and set my laptop aside, brushing my fingers together lightly in thought.

"Joey, I don't think-"

"I don't care what you think right now," she told me, crossing her arms. "This is my life. I should be able to see what people are saying about me."

Parents always wanted to protect their children from harm, and I was no different. In fact, I was probably overly protective, especially of the girls. But Joey had a point. Though she was a minor, she was the one being most affected by this. Her reputation was on the line and she'd be faced with the consequences.

I was silent for several long moments as she stood there, somehow looking like a vulnerable little girl and a formidable young woman all at the same time. On one hand, I wanted to protect her from the words. On the other, I knew I couldn't shield her from this forever. She'd eventually get her phone and computer back and would see the damage. At least this way I could be here with her to support her.

"Okay," I sighed reluctantly, gesturing for her to join me on the couch. She looked a little surprised but relieved, and quickly walked over to sit next to me. I set the laptop back on my lap and pulled up one of the posts. Then, I passed her the computer and she hunched over, her eyes darting quickly over the screen. She read silently, clicking around and finding other posts and comments in the process. I watched her closely, letting my hand pat at her back as she read awful things. I glanced at the screen periodically and was pleasantly surprised to find a lot of supportive comments. Some names I recognized as classmates, but others were complete strangers. My fans, who had always protected her privacy and mine. I felt a wave of pride and hope that this would all wash over. Maybe not right away, but eventually.

After ten minutes or so, Joey gently closed the lid of the laptop and set it on the coffee table. She rested her elbows on her thighs as she stared into nothing.

"They don't know you," I reminded her. "What they think doesn't matter."

"It matters to colleges," she pointed out. I squeezed her shoulder, unable to deny that.

"So do your grades and your extra-curricular activities," I went on. "Your SAT score. You have all those things going for you. This will wash over. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but it will."

She cupped her hands to her face and I could tell she didn't believe me right now. I remember being a teenager, thinking that whatever problem of the moment I had was the biggest deal in the world. It had felt like everyone knew my business and was judging me. Staring at me. At least then there hadn't been social media and the Internet was still in its infancy. Joey had a whole new level of paranoid to deal with.

"Why don't we go for a walk," I suggested, giving her back a final supportive pat. Whenever I was feeling amped and stressed, physical activity did me good. "Fort Tryon?"

I stood up to encourage her to do the same, but she stared straight ahead, stunned.

"C'mon," I urged her, motioning with my head to the door. I held out my hand but she didn't take it. She finally looked up at me and she looked completely lost. I felt another strong pang of guilt.

"Actually," she said quietly. "I think I'll go by myself."

She stood up and I stepped aside, nodding. Admittedly I was a little disappointed she didn't want me to join her but I tried not to let on. If that's what she needed to feel better then I respected that. I still wanted to be able to be her hero; to be able to swoop in and fix everything and make her laugh again. She'd had me on the sideline for a lot of things once she'd hit the teenage years, but I knew she still treasured our time together. Joey was almost grown up now; her own woman who needed to solve her own problems.

As she slipped on her tennis shoes and went for the door I called out for her to be safe, wishing there was some way I could fix this. I was trying, but for once I might not be able to.