~I don't now, nor have I ever owned any of these characters. Although at some point I wish I did. Just the start of something I've never done before- Fanfiction. That's right, I'm a new one to this circle of people. So be patient with me, I'm only human. Let me know if I should keep this going. ~Sophia.~ (Yes, I used my name in this story. And this is outside either cannon, book and novel.)

The wind whipped around Sophia's head, lifting her rich black hair upwards towards the Heavens.

Her pale yellow skirt was tied tightly around her waist, and her white tank top clung to her as the wind flew by in a sudden burst of energy.

Another storm was making its way into Buenos Aires.

The small sailboat, the Maria Bella, faltered a bit before ignoring the winds commands and steering its own coarse.

Sophia at the wheel, the boat was in good hands.

As a young child Sophia had learned the artful skill of sailing from her father, and often enjoyed the large amounts of time spent out there, drifting and talking until the sun sank and disappeared behind the trees in the distance.

But now she stood alone.

As she reached out for the rope to pull the huge sail down from its high place above her head, the sun made her caramel colored skin almost shine in the soft glow.

Her smoky gray eyes played in contrast to her dark hair, and made her look much younger than she was.

The sail fluttered a bit as it detached from the rope and she pulled it back to its post.

It was time to turn the motor on and head back to shore.

As she sat by the stern of the boat and pulled the chord, she heard the loud motor rev up, and the water began to bubble.

She let one hand skim over the surface of the water as the other hand guided her to the dock.

Little droplets of water began to fall as she stopped the motor and lifted herself up onto the wooden dock.

She secured the boat to the metal stake with the thick, heavy rope, and stood up, brushing her skirt off.

She slid a piece of hair behind her ears, her nails clean and clear, the shape of almonds, and took a last evenings look at the small, private lake.

She flinched as the cool rain began to fall in a sudden downpour.

The strong thunder crackled above her very loudly as she began to run, leaving her sandals at the dock, her bare feet making their way across the wet grass.

She regretted walking, knowing it would have been a shorter ride home on her bicycle.

These two miles would be torture.

She entered the forest that surrounded the lake, and although the number of trees made it look as if she where standing in front of a giant, green sheet, it didn't stop the rain.

The beaten dirt path was already pooling up, the soil now wet, leaving her footprints in the mud as she ran.

Her hands made idle attempts to surpass as an umbrella, lifting above her head, her palms towards the gray sky.

Her hair was flying wildly around her, a few strands sticking to her soaked cheeks and forehead, the rest of it finding places to mat down around her shoulders and back.

Sophia, at this moment, reminded herself of a gypsy. A wild spirit gypsy, one of many who had, at one time, roamed the land she was currently running on.

She heard a birds last attempt to call to its family, and she looked up.

A very big mistake.

Her left foot suddenly became lodged underneath an uprooted tree root, the mud acting as a bonding agent between the two.

The sound she made was funny in itself, and she fell forward, her body twisting as did her ankle, and she began falling backwards, the pellets of the pouring rain making it all the more difficult to keep her balance.

She landed with something between a thud and a squish in the mud below her.

A laugh mixed with a cry of pain emerged from deep within her throat as she struggled to prop herself up with her hands, her fingers failing miserably to attach onto anything on the ground to keep her slick palms from sliding out from under her and being pushed down into the thick mud.

The rain was coming down in sheets now, making it almost impossible to see ahead of her. It nearly blinded her.

Her hair was now wrapped around her neck in patches, sticking to her skin as the streams of rain rushed down her face and neck.

She took a minute to regain her composure, letting herself catch her breath. Then, she carefully slid her foot out from under the tree root, wincing in pain as the muscles refused to work with her and ripped apart.

-This is the last thing I need- she thought –A sprained ankle-

She couldn't move, much less get up like this.

Sophia finally just gave up, laid back, and let the rain wash over her, pooling around her.

She turned her head to the side so the water wouldn't interrupt her breathing.

Mud was now seeping itself into her hair and onto her scalp as her ankle throbbed endlessly.

Just as she was about to try getting up again, she heard the sound of someone running in the mud. She turned her head and squinted to see a man running towards her. He called out to her in Spanish.

"Miss! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine!" She answered, also in Spanish.

He came up beside her, and obviously not caring about his own clothes, got to his knees, breathing heavily.

"I saw you out here from my house up the path. You don't look alright."

"I think I sprained my ankle, I can't move it."

He nodded.

"Can I look at it? It might be more serious."

She nodded in agreement. Any opinion was probably far better then her own.

It was this time she took to look at him through the sheets of rain pouring over them. His eyes where blue, and much like her, in contrast to his dark black hair. His skin was tanned, a tad darker than hers, and he looked very strong. His voice was deep, and it almost struck a chord with her.

Almost.

She drew back her foot almost as soon as he touched it, the pain almost too much.

"Damnit!"

"Sorry Miss. But it looks to me like you broke it."

She let her head fall back to the muddy ground.

"Just what I need."

"How far from here do you live?"

"Two miles."

"That's a long way. I live just beyond the trees. I wouldn't mind if you'd want to get cleaned up there and wait until the rain settles down."

"That's very kind of you."

"Don't mention it."

As she tried to get up herself, he spoke again.

"Need some help?"

She laughed.

"Love some. Thank you."

"No problem."

She'd expected him to let her lean on him, but instead he lifted her into his arms as if she where a leaf. She hesitated to go along with it for a moment, until she felt herself slipping out of his grip.

She put her arms around his neck to prevent her from falling. As he walked along the path, he made conversation to keep her mind off of her ankle.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

"Sophia. Sophia Feutros."

"I'm Carlos. Carlos Gonzalez."

"Nice to meet you." She laughed.

"Likewise." He said with a smile.

-Strange- she thought –He seems so familiar. Maybe I'm just imagining things-

Too bad she didn't know he was thinking the same about her.

~Well, that concludes chapter one. What do you think so far? Should I go on or no? Let me know then! ~Sophia~