This is the first chapter of a fic that I started writing a few weeks ago but only just got round to posting. I will hopefully upload the next chapter later tonight if I get the time to edit it, but for now I just need to know if any of you guys out there would be interested in reading more? Let me know :)

A/N - I only own the character of Hannah, if you're not a fan of OCs I don't recommend you read this. If you are a fan, then read away ...


TOOLS

The sign was clear, she was definitely in the right place. The run down street was dark and dreary. Not a car in sight, only the odd motorcycle would pass her every so often.

Despite the late hour, the tattoo parlour was clearly open. As she peered around the open garage door she noticed one man sitting inside. He was quite old, but a big guy, with muscles bigger than you see on an average wrestler. His shoulder length hair was grey with an off centre parting. Tattoos covered every visible part of his body except for his face.

She knew this man through her fathers stories. "Tool?"

The man named Tool looked up from the paper he was sketching on. The girl who met his eyes could be no older than eighteen, her facial features mature but her figure quite petite, slim with curves in all the right places. Her long, shaggy blonde hair fell down past her shoulders, the style framing her face perfectly. Looking her up and down, Tool realised the clothes she was wearing were dirty. Her slim fit jeans caked in wet patches and mud stains, her red flannel shirt that did up over a slightly revealing black vest top looked soaked through. Ironically, the only part of her that seemed dry were her black converse shoes and a grey leather jacket which she clutched in her left hand. Looking back to her face, Tool noticed the girl's big emerald green eyes staring him down waiting for him to speak.

He promptly stood up and held out his hand to the young girl. "That's me." He smiled.

The girl returned the polite smile, dropping her jacket and a large backpack that she'd been carrying on her left shoulder next to a suitcase that sat behind her and extending her arm to shake Tool's waiting hand.

"I was wondering if you could help me," the girl got straight to the point, "You see, I'm looking for someone and apparently you're the person who can help me locate him."

"Okay," Tool said, leaning against his desk, "This guy got a name? And come to think of it, do you?"

The girl let out a chuckle, "Of course, how silly of me. My name is Hannah Jackson, and the man I'm trying to locate is my father, Barney Ross?"

Tool stood in complete silence for a good few minutes trying to figure out if this girl was being serious. Barney, a daughter?

"Mr Tool…?" Hannah spoke after too much silence for her liking.

"Tool, just Tool," he interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry, Tool," Hannah corrected herself, moving her bags inside the building and perching herself on the set of one of Tool's many motorcycles. "You got questions?"

"Yes, a few," Tool replied with a polite, yet curious smile, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," she replied with a polite smile. Tool picked up a phone that sat on his desk before taking a seat on the bike next to Hannah and dialling 'Barney Ross'

"He never mentioned you." Tool stated as the phone rang.

"Big fucking shocker there," Hannah scoffed sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Tool chuckled, he liked this girl already. His face turned serious as soon as Barney answered the phone.

"Tool, it's late. Don't you ever sleep?"

"Not really. You got a visitor waiting for you here, so get your ass outta bed and get over her, brother."

"A visitor? It's after midnight Tool I'm gonna need a bit more information than that,"

"Well, she's blonde, gorgeous, a right sweetheart." Tool winked at Hannah as she blushed, "And goes by the name of Hannah."

"I'll be over ASAP," And then the line went dead.


So, what do you think? Any good?

I will only keep posting if I get requests - As I may have mentioned I'm still a little unsure of this fic myself and do not want to continue posting if no one is going to enjoy it :D

Lots & Lots & Lots of Love, Ashley x x x