AN- Let me know what you guys think? Review's always make me want to write more.

Michael was at the Wild Pony like he was almost every night, tonight was a slow night most of the women here he had either gone home with before or had no interest in going home with at all. That meant he needed to get as drunk as possible and pass out. He glanced down at his drink, empty. He smirked more to himself than anyone and set himself on course to the bar to get Maria to pour another drink, but when he got to the bar it wasn't Maria tending. Maria didn't take many nights off and when she did it was often an older woman name Jane who worked the bar on slow nights, but tonight it wasn't Jane tonight it was someone new. He smiled she was beautiful defiantly new in town as he had never seen her before.

She wore a low-cut top and a very short skirt that Michael could easily tell earned her decent tips. She had long blonde hair that fell in soft waves that bounced as she moved from customer to customer. There wasn't many just the regular customers like himself, the ones that had nothing better going on their life, so they came here to drink away any money they earned. Michael watched her as she filled everyone's orders efficiently proving she knew what she was doing as a bartender, but he could tell she wasn't exactly comfortable being around the crowd of mainly drunk men checking her out. This told Michael even though she knew her away around making drinks she wasn't used to being around men like this. Wyatt Long let out a whistle as she walked by which caused the girl to stop and look at him. He could tell she wasn't happy with whatever words that followed the whistle, but she pasted on a fake smile and got him a new drink.

The girl finally came to stop in front of him noticing his empty glass. "What were you drinking?" she asked.

Michael smirked up at her from his bar stool, "Whatever's cheapest."

The girl turned around and looked at the bottles without her saying he could easily see she wasn't sure.

"Just give me some whiskey." He told her nodding to one of the bottles to her left.

"I'm guessing you come here often?" she asked as she poured him a new glass.

"Every night," Michael told her as he lifted his new drink to his lips. "You don't," he added.

"I'm new in town." The girl told him, "This is the first place that was hiring."

Michael looked her up and down taking notice of how her body curved in all the right places then back up at her face. He could tell by the slight glare she wore on her face she took notice that he had just checked her out. "Maria is good at helping people out," Michael told her.

"I came in for lunch and she just seemed to know I needed a job and offered me one." The girl told him, "She is very kind."

"Sure." Michael finished his drink and handed the empty glass to the girl, "Another one please."

"You're good at this aren't you?" she asked as she got another drink for him.

"Good at what?" he asked as she handed it to him, he let his hand brush against hers for a moment.

The girl leaned on the bar giving Michael a good view of her cleavage he didn't hide the fact he let his gaze drift down. "Talking up the new girl in town." She told him a smirk much like his own played across her face. The look made him pause his drink midair. "You are probably the best-looking guy here, I bet many girls go home with you."

"You are almost as good as Maria at reading people." He told her.

"You get what you want don't you?" she asked.

At that moment Alex flashed across Michael's mind. An image of the other man smiling back at him. Just as soon as the image flashed across his mind it was gone, just like Alex. "Most of the time." He said leaning closer.

"Well, cowboy." She whispered as she leaned in, "Not tonight." Her voice got flat and she stood up straight. "I have to get home to my daughter."

"Who said I was trying to bring you home?" he asked.

The girl smiled at him, "I know your type." She told him.

"Trust me you've never met a guy like me." He told her.

"Trust me I only care about one guy, and you're not him." Unconsciously her hand moved to touch the heart-shaped locket around her neck, and he saw a flash of an emotion he thought was sadness of pain come to her face, but then it was gone. She seemed to shake herself out of whatever memory she was in as her phone beeped with a text alert. She looked down at it and after reading her eyes jumped up and seemed to scan the room searching for someone. Michael couldn't help but notice the hint of fear in her eyes. The look was familiar one he knew well, a look someone had when they were hunted.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

She looked at him and forced a smile on her face, but he noticed the smile was only on her lips not in her eyes, a smile like he often wore. "Why wouldn't it be?" she asked, "I should get back to work." She then turned and walked away.

"Leave her alone Guerin," Maria said as she walked up.

"Ah, thought you took the night off." He smiled at her, "but I guess you missed me."

"That was a one-time thing." She rolled her eyes, "Never going to happen again." She narrowed her eyes, "Especially after I found out your broke Alex's heart."

"I did that?" he asked he hid the hurt deep down, he didn't want her to know that in fact, Alex was the one that walked away, that Alex was the one that threw what they had away, that Alex shattered Michael's heart so he could hardly feel anything. Alex had been the first-person Michael truly loved still perhaps loved.

"Alex has been through so much." Maria told him, "He doesn't need you using him."

"Did you ever stop and think maybe he's the one that used me?" Michael asked downing his drink.

Maria looked at him and the anger in her face seemed to soften, "You're hurting." She told him rather than asked him.

Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out the bit of cash he had and tossed it on the counter, "I don't have those emotions, remember Deluca?" he turned and left before she could stop him.

Michael didn't like people calling him out on what he was feeling. It was easier to not feel it was easier not to care. He pulled on his jacket and put on his hat as he stepped outside. Tonight wasn't going to bring him any relief no girl and if he stayed drinking at the bar Maria would push him more, make him think more. He hated thinking he hated remembering. He walked towards his truck when he heard a clicking of someone trying to start a car but couldn't. He followed the noise to see the blonde bartender trying to get her car SUV started. It was a nicer vehicle then he thought a girl tending bar would own, but it still wouldn't start. He noticed it looked like she had tears falling down her face as she slapped the steering wheel. Michael sighed and walked over. He knocked on the window which made her scream and jump. He held his hands up showing he meant no harm. She looked him over up and down probably trying to figure out if she should open the door for a moment before she decided to get out of the car.

"What seems to be the problem?" Michael asked.

"It won't start." She said brushing the tears off her face quickly.

"I can see that."

"Then why did you ask?" she snapped.

"Easy now." He told her, "Pop the hood."

She watched him as he walked to the front of the car.

"I'm a mechanic." He told her, "Now pop the hood and I'll see what I can do."

She still seemed uneasy about him being near her, but she scanned the inside of her car for a little too long before she looked back over at him, "I don't know how to do that."

Michael couldn't help but let out a little laugh as he walked around to the driver side of the SUV. He could sense she was tenser when he was near as she moved out of the way. Michael pointed at a lever under the steering wheel. "This with the little picture of the hood open." And he pulled it and a little click sounded from the front of the SUV. He walked around and opened the hood fully and scanned the inside, "huh." He muttered as he noticed the battery wasn't connected.

"What?" she asked coming around, "Is it ok?"

He glanced over at her and could easily see she had no idea what she was looking at. He couldn't help but notice that the lines connecting the battery hadn't fallen off or broken. Someone had disconnected the battery. "It's fine." He reached forward and connected the lines. "Go ahead and try it now."

The girl walked around and turned the key, the SUV roared to life. She smiled, "Thank you."

Michael closed the hood, "It's all part of the job." He told her as he walked around to the driver's side. "I'm Michael."

"I'm Hanna." She told him as she seemed less tense.

AN- Just the start, so it's been a long time since I watched PLL, but I've started the series over again recently and while I was watching it I got an idea for this story. I know I shouldn't be starting a new one as I have many going already, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head.