A/N: Ok, where to start? Well, this is my first fanfiction, and it's over 1,000 words. I'm proud of myself ^.^ Please review/favorite/follow etc. Also, for this story, TDA did happen, and Justin won.

Disclaimer: I do not own TDI or any of the characters unless stated. It is owned by Teletoon and all of those other companies.


Way Past 16

'Drip, drop. Drip, drop.'

That was all that I could hear.

Sweat was beginning to pool next to me from the humidity. Why did I pick the men's bathroom of a gas station to hide in?!

I sighed and slunk down until I was lying on the floor. This was hopeless. Chances of making it out alive were 50/50. I would either escape from this and move far away, living the rest of my life a lie, or get caught. And the consequences of that were obvious. What fate would they choose for me? The electric chair? Hanging? Or maybe I'll just get put to sleep humanely like a little puppy dog.

I got back up and kneeled in the corner. It was actually a pretty funny story of how I got here. Tracing my first crime back to when I was about 16. And now here I was. On the most wanted list for two different countries, and committer of multiple crimes, most involving fire or explosions.

I began to hear footsteps. My brain went on alarm mode. What do I do? What do I do?! Without thinking, I reached into my knapsack and pulled out a torn piece of paper and a red marker. I quickly scrawled some words on the paper and slapped it onto one of the stalls as I ran in. The paper stuck, not surprisingly based on the quality of the restroom. Then, the door opened and someone ran in and stood in front of the stall I was hiding in.

A voice. "Out of order? Come on!" Then he ran into the next stall.

That voice seemed so familiar. Where had I heard it before?

'Stay awake for twelve hours? I could do that in my sleep!'

'I'm a gopher! Woohoo!'

'There's just something about this confessional that just makes me want to confess stuff!'

'Owen? Could it really be Owen?' I thought.

Owen. My comrade from that game show. Silly, loud, food-loving Owen. Happy-go-lucky Owen. Was it really him? No, it couldn't have been. What would Owen be doing in New York City?

Then the stench hit my nose. Yep, it was Owen.

As soon as he left the stall, I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him in.

"Shhhh." I murmured. "They'll hear us."

"Hey! Good to see you again!" Owen cheered.

"Shut up!" I whisper-shouted. "If the cops find me, I'm in big trouble!"

"The cops?" Owen asked.

"Yes, the cops. Let me explain." I began. "After the show was over, I ended up committing multiple other crimes. I really didn't mean to though. They were all honest accidents! But cops don't take 'honest accidents'. Either you committed the crime or you didn't."

"Ouch. So they're on the hunt for you now?" Owen inquired.

"Yes." I sighed.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

"Owen, get out!" I shoved him out of the stall. "Just cover for me while I try to escape."

Owen stood in the middle of the bathroom nervously while the police busted down the door.

"Excuse me sir, but we're looking for someone. Do you know this person?" The cop asked, holding up a picture of my face.

I heard Owen take a deep breath before he answered. "Yes, I do know her."

I tried to contain my gasp. Owen was going to rat me out! After all we had been through!

"We were friends on a game show but I haven't seen her since the show ended. We did have a reunion, but I never went, so it's unknown whether she was there or not. And that is all I know." Owen stated, in a surprisingly calm voice.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"And is that all you know?" The cop inquired, searching Owens face for a hint of him lying.

"That's all I know." Owen mumbled.

At this point, I had begun to sneak out of the stall and behind the cop.

Then the cop turned around.

"Run!" Owen shouted.

I dashed out the door and into the open. Police sirens were going off, lights were flashing, and people were shouting at me to 'stop in the name of the law'. But I didn't listen. I continued to run. Maybe if I was lucky, I could outrun their cars. After all, I did get 6:30 on my high school mile.

I ran, and ran. It felt like forever when I finally thought I was free. Then I looked behind me. I wasn't that far away. But I still could've made it farther. Except I tripped. At that point, I assumed it was all over. And of course, someone grabbed my wrist. It had to be a cop. It was officially all over now. Until I looked up. Owen was in a car, which was obviously stolen, and grabbing onto me.

"Get in." He shouted. "Now."

I hopped into the passenger seat and closed the door as Owen drove off in a speed way over the limit.

"You do understand you can get in just as much trouble as I am for doing this." I told Owen.

Owen kept his eyes on the road. "I don't care. At least I'm not with Heather. At least she's not a cop."

I looked down. "Well, um, actually she is."

I thought back to the reunion. I thought I would be safe at it, but since Heather had taken up a job with the FBI, and really didn't like me that much, she ratted me out. The big TDI reunion had turned into disaster all because of me.

Owen took his eyes off the road to glance at me for a moment. "She is?"

I sighed. "Er, let's not talk about that. So where are we going?" I changed the subject.

"Well," Owen started. "I met up with an old camper recently and we share an apartment. We can probably hide out there."

A few short minutes later, we pulled in.


A/N: Ok, I know you can't figure out who the main character is yet. You won't find out until the next chapter ;) Also, I'm trying to fit in every TDI character by the end of my story. So far I have: Unknown female character and Owen. So stay tuned!