Just Give It Time
A/N: Hey all. I had posted this earlier, but there was a formatting issue and all my punctuation disappeared. I fixed it and re-uploaded, so hopefully it is now easier to read. This is my first fic here, it's mostlu Jason/OC, but there will be Smitchie and Naitlyn. And just so you know, Jason isn't quite as ditzy as he was in the movie, although he'll have his moments. Anyway, please let me know what you think. And enjoy!
-Kadence
Plot Summary: Jason meets a new instructor at Camp Rock. She keeps to herself and no one knows anything about her, but Jason is immediately intrigued by her. He can't get her out of his head.
Prologue
"Bailey, just remember, as long as you stay on camp property, you'll be safe."
18-year-old Bailey rolled her eyes as she listened to the agent go through the drill yet again.
'Bailey,' she thought. 'I hate that name.'
"I know, Agent Schiff. I'm a camp instructor, Bailey Madison. I'll never leave the property. And I know there'll be agents watching the camp."
"I promise. In a few more weeks, the sentencing will be complete on the rest of the Carmine crime family and you can go back to your life," Agent Schiff promised.
"What life?" Bailey replied sadly. "Look, we're here. Can I go? I'll check in with you tonight."
"Good luck Bailey," Agent Schiff said.
"My name's not Bailey," she muttered to herself.
'Bailey' got out of the black Ford Excursion, with its tinted and bulletproof windows and was relieved to get to take a deep breath of fresh air. She shuddered with apprehension as she put her sunglasses on and clipped her wavy, now-red hair up before taking her bags from Agent Schiff.
"Good luck Bai..." Agent Schiff trailed off, knowing the poor girl couldn't stand to hear the name again.
"Thanks," she replied.
She watched the black SUV drive away and then took in her surroundings. There were teenagers getting out of buses and cars, a woman stepping out of a catering truck, and walking over to a group of five, three boys and two girls, climbing out of a black Hummer. Camp Rock was quickly filling with people...but Bailey had never felt more alone.
Closing her eyes, she though back to a happier time...when she was still a dark-blonde haired, blue-eyed dancer with the New York City Ballet. When she was still Mackenzie Grace.
Flashback...
After studying at the School of American Ballet, Mackenzie was selected to join the New York City Ballet. Mackenzie was a prodigy, having joined the school at the age of 13.
At 17, she had been the youngest principal dancer in the NYC Ballet. She was passionate about all styles of dance, but where she really shined was pointe. She was graceful and beautiful and mesmerizing to watch.
After a Christmastime performance of The Nutcracker, Mackenzie was meeting her parents, her older brother, and her brother's wife at her brother's restaurant. She was running late, having stayed behind a bit to celebrate with her castmates.
But as she arrived at the restaurant, she was knocked to the ground by two men rushing past her. Two men whose faces she'd never forget. Getting back to her feet, she brushed the wet snow off of her pants as she walked inside. She called out, but the only response was a quiet moan. A scream caught in her throat as Mackenzie saw the restaurant destroyed and her family shot.
She heard the moan again and rushed to her brother's side.
"Tristan, what happened?" Mackenzie cried.
"Ca...Carmine," Tristan barely managed.
"Trist, hang on, I'm calling for help," Mackenzie said.
Mackenzie summoned the police as she checked on her mother, her father, and Tristan's wife Paige. All dead. Mackenzie brushed away her tears, fighting back the urge to vomit.
"Please Trist. Please. Hang on. Help is coming," Mackenzie said, squeezing her brother's hand.
"I...I'm sorry Kenzie," Tristan muttered. "Just remember...Mi...Mickey Carmine."
Mackenzie could hear the sirens approaching and she looked to the door to see the police entering. When she turned back to Tristan, he was gone. Her tears finally falling, she gently touched Tristan's face, closing his eyes.
"Miss," an officer said. "Miss, can you tell me what happened here?"
End flashback
Mackenzie Grace felt like she had died that night too, along with the rest of the Grace family. She stayed locked away with federal agents during the trials for the killers and the heads of the Carmine crime family, who'd ordered the hit.
And now Mackenzie Grace, the blonde haired, blue-eyed dancer, was gone, and Bailey Madison, the red-haired, green-eyed girl was in her place.
She was just thankful that she still had dance. Others in her position would have locked away their ballet shoes and never danced again. But for 'Bailey', dance kept her sane...it was her only connection to Mackenzie Grace.
And now for the next eight weeks, she could dance everyday. While the Carmine family awaited sentencing, the FBI was keeping Mackenzie hidden away as Bailey Madison, a dance instructor at Camp Rock.