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Detoured	By : Tansterz Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 3524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Kelly Clarkson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The unfamiliar weight pressed lightly against her chest was enough to stir her out of her short lived slumber. Prying one eye open she glanced down and found Lyra with her cheek pressed snug against her chest and her little palm resting against her stomach. Without waking Lyra, Carrie shifted her head up to catch a quick glance at the digital clock on her nightstand.

“I wake you, mommy?” Lyra spoke softly, slowly waking.

Lowering her head back down to her pillow she brought a hand up to her daughter’s head and offered a tired smile as she began running her fingers through the little girl’s hair.

“No sweetie, you didn’t wake mommy.” She responded, leaning in closer to the smaller figure and placing a kiss onto her forehead.

Lyra tilted her chin up until her hazel eyes met with her mother’s. “I’m sorry I crawled into your bed.” She apologized quietly, her hand absentmindedly starting a slow caress over Carrie’s exposed stomach.

“Hey, its okay sweetie, you don’t ever have to apologize for that, do you hear me?” She asked, sliding her hand down Lyra’s face and gently placing it under her chin.

Lyra nodded. “Okay.”

Carrie kept her eyes locked on the smaller set of hazel ones before her and frowned slightly. “Did you have a bad dream or something, baby girl?”

Lyra shook her head. “No…” She said carefully.

Instinctively Carrie grew concerned. “What happened?” She quizzed, pushing up into a sitting position on the bed, pulling Lyra up with her.

Both she and Lyra leaned up against the headboard for support. Placing her tiny hand onto Carrie’s thigh and resting her head onto her mom’s shoulder Lyra closed her eyes.

“Momma doesn’t remember us.” Carrie felt her heart break at her daughter’s words.

She took a deep breath. “Where did you hear that, honey?” She wondered, carefully taking Lyra into her arms and pulling her onto her lap.

Lyra adjusted herself in her mother’s arms, one leg draped over both of Carrie’s sides. With her arms locked tightly around her mom’s waist she allowed herself to pull back so that she could look up at her.

“I heard Auntie Lyssa and Ash talking about it.” She answered clearly, the hurt evident in both her eyes and her voice.

Carrie smiled sadly at her daughter before responding. “Momma…” She paused, unsure of what to say or how to say it. “The accident caused momma to forget some things, sweetie, but it’s not permanent…” God, I hope it’s not permanent.

“Can we help her remember?”

Carrie nodded. “Yeah, honey, we can sure try.”

Suddenly Lyra pushed away from Carrie and up off her lap. Carrie watched curiously as she let herself down from the bed and moved towards the nightstand on the other side. In silence Lyra pulled open the top drawer and removed a handful of photos before pushing the drawer shut. She set the photos down onto the mattress before then struggling to hoist herself back up on the bed. Once she was beside Carrie again she lifted the photos up from the bed and pushed them towards her mom.

Carrie’s eyes drifted down to the photos, the one on top a picture of the day she and Kelly had got married. She felt her eyes tear up, yet no tears followed. She smiled to herself remembering back to that day, every emotion she had felt that night momentarily running through her mind. After staring at the photo for a little longer she finally slid it behind the other pictures in her hand. The second picture was of her and Kelly when Kelly was pregnant with Lyra.

“Me.” Lyra said excitedly, pointing her finger to Kelly’s stomach.

Carrie nodded. “Yeah, that was you, honey.” She said as she flipped to the next picture, one of her and Kelly in the studio a few days after they had first been put together to record the duet.

“See,” Lyra said softly, “We can help her remember.”

“Yeah baby girl, we can help her.” She managed in a whisper as she continued to quietly scan through the photos.

Hanging her head phones in front of her on the stand Carrie subtly shot a gaze out the corner of her eye towards Kelly who was hanging her head phones too and pulling her phone out of her pocket. She continued to watch the small Texan type away at the screen on her phone and finally forced her eyes away when she noticed she was done texting and was now looking her way.

“Hey, good session.” Kelly complimented the Country singer as she approached her.

Even though she tried to fight it, she felt herself blush. “Um, thanks, you too.” She replied, offering a friendly smile.

She didn’t know how the two of them had managed to become fast friends within a couple of days of working together, but it had happened. They had just clicked. Something about the down to earth pop singer was comforting, and naturally just drew her more to the girl.

Fidgeting with her hands she bit into her bottom lip before voicing a thought she’d had since they first stepped into the studio that morning. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to grab some lunch with me…”

“I’d love that but I—“the shorter singer’s phone vibrated in her hand. She held it up and shot an apologetic look at the other girl. “I kind of made plans with a friend already, I’m sorry. I’d ask you to join us but…” She trailed off, hesitant of revealing too much.

“Oh…right, I should have guessed you were busy,” She laughed off the disappointment she was feeling, “Its okay, maybe some other time.”

Kelly nodded and smiled at her. “Yeah, definitely, another time sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, Care.”

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Jeanne could tell that Dr. Coleman was trying his best to remain patient with Kelly despite her daughter’s inability to sit still and listen.

“You promised.” Kelly said pointedly, shifting her gaze away from the blinding light of Dr. Coleman’s mini flashlight to stare at her mom.

“Follow the light, Kelly.” Dr. Coleman asked politely, a slight edge in his voice.

Kelly forced her eyes back forward and fought with herself to focus on the light long enough to satisfy the Doctor. She sighed in relief a few seconds later when he drew the light away from her eyes and lowered his eyes to his clipboard to jot down some notes.

“You promised.” She repeated with a whine while shifting her attention to her mother again who sat in the same chair she had been seated in all night beside the bed.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” Jeanne began, “I told you I’d try explaining some things to you. If Dr. Coleman gives me the okay to do so I’ll try my best to do just that.”

Kelly gave her mother a dry look before shifting her gaze back to Dr. Coleman who finally looked up from his clipboard.

“Things are looking pretty good. We’re still going to have to keep you here for another day or so to monitor you, but I don’t see why we’d have to keep you any longer than that. You’d be free to go home, but lay low for a while, bed rest, that kind of thing.” He explained.

Kelly frowned. “That means I wouldn’t be able to work…”

Dr. Coleman averted his eyes to Jeanne for a second before glancing back at Kelly. “You’d...the healing process of a fractured arm is about five to six weeks in most cases. Just lay low for a while kid, you’ll be back to work in no time.” He said, gently patting her on the leg.

“What about…” Jeanne trailed off knowing he’d catch on to what she was hinting at.

“You can tell her as much as you’d like, just be patient with her though. Some things may certainly come as a shock to her but with time I’m sure everything will come back to her.”

Kelly scrunched her eyebrows together. “What are y’all talking about?”

Dr. Coleman offered a smile and made a slow move towards the door. “I’ll leave you two.” He nodded towards Jeanne and shot a wave to Kelly before exiting the room.

“Mom…” Kelly said slowly, eyeing her mom carefully.

Clearing her throat Jeanne sat up straight in the chair. “What year do you think it is, Kel?”

“What are you talking about what year do I think it is? It’s not the summer of 2007?” She asked in confusion.

Jeanne sighed and shook her head. “Not exactly, honey.” She said softly, reaching out and taking Kelly’s hand into hers.

“What’s the last thing you remember before the accident?”

Kelly forced herself to think back as much as she could. “I don’t even remember the accident.” She responded while shutting her eyes and hoping something would come to her.

Jeanne sat quietly watching her, remaining patient. “I just remember coming to Nashville…for the duet…Carrie…” Groaning out loud in frustration she opened her eyes and turned her head towards her mom.

“So what, I have amnesia or something?”

“Something like that, sweetheart.”

“If I wasn’t here for the duet, what am I in Nashville for? What year is it?” She asked curiously.

Jeanne cleared her throat again before finding the nerve to answer the question. “2013.”

“What?” Kelly squeaked out, sitting up straight on the bed. “You’re kidding me right?” She pulled her hand away from her mom’s and gently placed it against her ribs.

“Shit.” She cursed herself for moving so quickly.

“Kelly, just relax okay.”

She rolled her eyes at her mother. “Relax? Next thing I know you’re going to tell me I’m married or something.” She snorted.

Jeanne remained silent. “Oh my god, I’m married aren’t I?” She spat out quickly in disbelief.

This was proving to be a lot harder than Jeanne originally thought it was going to be.

“Who in the hell am I married to? Who in their right mind would marry me? The last person I even remember dating is Kate and we…” She trailed off, fighting so hard to remember anything but the same basic memories playing over and over in her head.

Suddenly her thoughts clicked back to Carrie and her being there when she first woke up. “Carrie…its Carrie, isn’t it?”

She was married? To say she was in shock would have been an understatement. She was married to Carrie Underwood. Her mother didn't even need to confirm or deny it out loud, the woman's silence was enough.
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