Moonlight – Virtual Season 3
Episode One – New Beginnings
Rating: T/PG13

Writer: Evilous and Sunny (with the collaboration of the group)
Beta'd: Writers Group

VS2 Writers Group includes Candomom, ClChen, Conni4, Evilous, Misfit, Mx wwmickd, Night Owl, Phantom Phoenix, Photosue and Sunny.

Disclaimer: Moonlight and its characters are owned by CBS and Warner Brothers. All use of Moonlight and its characters in this venue are for entertainment purposes and completed solely for the pleasure of Moonlight lovers. The original storylines and episodes have been created by the VS2 Writers and Discussion Group. We hope you enjoy.

LIGHTS! SHOUTS! LIGHT IN, light out, LIGHT IN, light out. Thud, thud, thud, thud. Plasma and LCD TVs showed old Michael Jackson clips that didn't match at all the loud music coming from the huge sound system. Colorful drinks looked like they were floating on thin air on the hands of dancing teens and young adults. Thump, thump, thump, thump... LIGHT IN, light out, LIGHT IN, light out. The rave had started at eleven and was nowhere closed to finish when Sam arrived. The place was crowded with a plentiful supply of Goths, nerds, geeks, indies and alternatives, like a rave meeting a LAN party.

The timid guy had an alien green drink in his hands, holding the glass like a lifesaver. He noticed the gorgeous chick was looking in his general direction. It's now or never!

He drunk the contents of the glass in one gulp and reached her.

"Hi, do you always come here?"

"What?" The girl looked around.

"I mean, do you always come here?" He tried again, she could have not listened to him on the first time, right?

"Are you talking to me?" She asked with irritation.

"Well, yes." He said with a shy smile.

The girl stared at him, unbelieving, then turned around and left. "Jerk."

"Oh" was all he could mutter. Of course he wouldn't stand a chance, he was just a geek ad she was a goddess. Maybe he should just go home back to his PS3 after all. His videogame would never let him down like real life people could do.

He started for the exit when someone held the back of his SW t-shirt.

"Hey, creep." Said the girl with dark hair highlighted with colored strands and the Pinky Five shirt.

"Sam! Hi, I was just leaving and…"

"Are you really going to allow that barbie to destroy your night?"

"No, it's not that. I was already leaving."

Sam could read him like no one else could. After all, they were friends for years, since college.

"Zach, you liar."

He looked to the floor. Suddenly he felt a little odd. "It was nice to see you, Sam. Take care."

Sam was taken back with the sadness coming from him, and before he could formulate an answer, he was already out the party.

She jogged a few steps, intending to reason with him. When she got to the desert street, she couldn't find him.

She looked around, Zach was nowhere to be seen. Sam sighed and went back to the party. When she as reaching the dance floor, one of three different each with a different ambience of place, her eyes caught a glimpse of the white t-shirt she had grabbed only a few minutes ago.

There he was, sat on the floor with his back resting on the wall. "Zach, you little evil… never leave me speaking alone again or…" She stopped on her tracks; his eyes half shut and he wasn't moving. Rushing to his side, she placed a hand on his shoulder and noticed he was barely breathing.

"Help! Somebody help!"

The ones close by looked at her for brief moments before resuming their dance, their drinks and their conversations. Even with the loud music, Sam could hear the mockery and dispassionate commentaries like "had too much to drink" and "stupid junkies".

"Zach, talk to me! Come on!" Sam was kneeling, holding him and trying to take him up, but he was too heavy for her. She gave up and sat down, pulling him to her chest while she called 911 and talked to the dispatcher.

Every now and then someone would look at them and divert the gaze; who would care if a girl wanted to waste the party holding her drunk boyfriend?

For the long minutes Sam waited for the help that would come, she hoped her friend was going to be fine. "Too much to drink, uh, Zach? Just that, right?" she said with a whisper, while the tears fell from her eyes and disappeared on his dark hair. "Just that, too many drinks."

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