So, this is a new for me:

1. First fic in English. I am French, English is not my first language, so excuse all mistakes I have done

2. First fic about a TV show

3. Therefore, first fic about Greek. So that you know, Greek just started in France, on private channel. I happened to catch it while flipping round the channels, and I just love it! So far, I am in the middle of season 1…

Note about the fic:

1. Alternative universe. Set in the same time as 1st season, I am going to keep most of the events of the real TV show, but with some changes.

2. Alternative characters. Ryan Sullivan and Priscilla Serra are going to be the heroes. So that you know: Priscilla is not me. I am not half-American, I am not blond, and I am not a mechanic.

3. Speaking of which, I know absolutely nothing about cars and engine, so I am going to make up all the talking about it. Do not complain or so, I am not just interested by the subject, so unless you contact me with a correction, just don't bother. Same reason, here, about English grammar and so. You can beta read me, if you want…

Copyright; to whoever owns Greek… expect the Sullivan, the Serra and other made-up characters, who suck and are mine.

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When I start freshman year, I was two year older than the average freshman (or freshwoman) population. I was also French and absolutely terrified by the size of the campus and the crowd living here. As my half-brother Ryan navigated me around the dorms and other administrative counters, with me glued to his arms, I clearly remembered that I was cursing my father, my mother and my stupid pride how got me into that…

All started in May, just before the summer. I was graduating with my 2-years-French- mechanic-course. Yep, higher education in France is nothing like in the States, where college is more or less the only solution for diploma. In France, once you got your "Baccalauréat" (High School diploma, mandatory to keep on higher education) you got to choose between at least a dozen of "normal" paths, then add all the strange and uncommon ways to enter universities, private schools or specific programs.

Having grown with boys did turn me into a kind of tomboy. Not physically or fashion-like speaking. I do have plenty of dresses and an entire collection of lips glosses. It was more a state of mind; therefore, I was into mechanic. Well, my grand-pa and my uncle run a garage, so I grew up with oil and engine all around me. I also dominated the delicate art of being better at soccer than boys without bragging about it. Male ego… So, after a so boring but yet compulsory high school degree, my only wish was to help my family running this garage. Clearly, I was needed. My older cousin was not a manual; so instead, he went into accountancy, so he could help his father on the administrative side. My second cousin was the brain of the family, and was about to become the very first Serra doctor. The third cousin, who was about my age, was already working as a bakker. The fourth was just about to choose what he wanted to study, but it was clearly not mechanical engineering. So I was needed and I was happy about it.

Yes, for me, my future was set since I was 16. I whined and tried to get into a two-year alternate degree (one week in class, one week at the garage) but my mom wanted me to have a proper high school diploma. So I kept studying general matters and philosophical shit (no offense to those you enjoy philosophy). Once I graduated, I thought I would just join, but then my mother argued it will be 

better to have a proper degree in mechanical sciences. As she was paying for it, and as it was something that at least I enjoy, I went through this extra two years.

So here I was, at what English speaking countries would call "graduating ceremony". This was nothing as fancy as what they could think. The head of the department went and spoke for what I felt was hours, then we all received a piece of paper – the official paper being sent to us by mail… I was done and ready to get my hand dirty starting next day… when I saw my dad. And I knew something was wrong…

Not that I don't like my father. Hear me right, hum. It is just that…. Can two complete strangers be closer than my father and me? Totally yes. I have not seen him more than a couple a days at a time, during summer, if he managed to squish "seeing my half-French daughter" into his timetable. And I was in the States. So… what was he doing here, in France?

- " I wanted to congratulate you, of course!"

Right… Hello, I am 20, I can really see through you. What did he want? Or better… what did my mum ask him to do?

My parents are not married, were not married and will never marry each other, which is, I must admit, a benefit for humanity. I can't still not believe they managed to shut up and stopped arguing with each other enough time to… got busy and … produce me. So what? She was the hot foreign exchange blond French student, he was a joke and they hooked up. The summer flirt stayed a summer flirt, but instead of bringing back souvenirs and campus Swear-Shirt, my mom brought me back. Her only child. Hurrah! … Half-French, Half-American, loved without limit by mom, and financed without limit by my father. At least, my father legally recognized me…

Starting on my 6th birthday year, I was to spend a summer month with him. So, the real picture was that I would travel for 16hours in planes, arrived in South Dakota, in the middle of nowhere, where he had a ranch. And I would spend a month there, horse riding and other summer activities… Alone. Or at least, without my father. 'Cause I would have preferred alone rather than being with Ryan. This changed recently, but when we were young, gosh, we were hating each other.

Ryan is my younger 100 American half-brother. Yep, my father got married more or less at the same time I was born. Lisa Carpenter, a real daughter of good family. Well, there is not more to say, because clearly, Lisa and my dad are madly in love with each other, and she is even a great person! I mean, she never hated me and made me feel uncomfortable for being alive. I guess she really sees me as her daughter. So, Ryan, Lizzie and Kurt are my half-family. And as much enemies we were, Ryan and I grew closer to each other, once I realized he was as hurt as me from his father absence. He was also to spent summer in the ranch, instead of going fishing or camping or any father&son activities. He even thought I would steal the rare moment our father would dedicate to family, which was not true, so we made peace and started enjoying summer together.

Ryan is so adorable. Never told him I say that, but this is so real. First of all, he is a real hottie. He would not be my brother that I would be all over him. He could do with couple of more muscle pounds, but linear guys are not that bad. Well, looking at him and I understand why my mum got a summer flirt with my dad: tall, taned, green eyes (his mum's) and kinda curly dark chestnut hair. Anyways, he is handsome but also cool and not too stupid for a 18-year-old boy who just landed his first girl and graduated from high school.

Anyways, my father was here, to pick me up for summer. This is when I started guessing I would not become a mechanic at my uncle's garage. But summer at the ranch is so much fun, particularly if your father promised you nearly unlimited credits for a shopping hurricane at the nearest shopping center, that I agreed to it. South Dakota, here I come… again…

But when I arrived, Ryan was nowhere to see. I guess I felt what parents felt when the kids grow older and leave home. In fact, he came two days after me, all excited about the college he will go in September. He just had finalized his admissions and he spent the next five days to describe the campus, the dorm, the class and so on. To the point, I got even jealous:

- " I wish I could go too! That seems funny!"

- "But you can go, honey!" Surprised attack for Father, ambushed behind the door. Here was the trap. My mum was definitely against "me losing all my potential in being just a mechanic – which is not a thing to be shameful about – but which would be such a waste". So she talked my father into financing me an undergraduate program at Cyprus Rhodes University. And Ryan was so into it:

- "Come on, Priss, this is going to be great! You and I together. I will be the cutest joke and you will be the hot foreign babe!"

- "Half-foreign."

- " Do you need to go technical each time?"

- "But, this is the point. It is one thing to spend summer here, and another to spend four years. I don't even speak English?"

- "So what am I speaking? Russian?"

- "Ryaaaaan! I only got you because I am used to this cranky accent of yours! You can't possibly think I can follow class?"

- "Well, either you improve your English, or you cheat on the guy next seat. Or you take the same class as me and I can tutor you."

- "Marketing? Me? Have you been smoking?"

- "Marketing is great!"

- "You only say that because Dad is--."

- "Dad is into sales. Big difference"

- "If you say so."

Indeed, for me, Dad's job was… like magic… you speak and pfff, smoke and sparkles. To be honest, Dad is the General Regional Sale Manager. Or I think that the title he has. Anyways, he is responsible for all the sales points in the Central North States. Oooh, he is into medical stuff. That all I needed to understand. Ryan wants to study marketing, which is as blurry to me that philosophy was.

- "So what are YOU going to study?"

- "I never say I would go."

- "You know you will, so let's cut the chase."

Sometimes, I hate Ryan. He reads into me so easily. The bastard lays back into the long chair by the swimming pool and does this irritating smile. He knows I can't resist this smile. No girl can. Unless she is lesbian. But let's not go this way. So yeah, I had less and less arguments against this silly project. This would improve my English and open my options for future. And I will have to spend time with Ryan. And as I already got the degree I wanted, I could just… have fun and not study at all. And if it was really too hard, I would just drop out…

- "I am hesitating between mechanical engineering—"

- "Again?"

- "When you love, you don't count. So that or computer sciences"

- "Boooooring!"

- "So what?"

- "You can't go into engineering honors! This is for geek, and geeks are not cool!"

- "And what happen to the hot foreign babe?"

- "Half foreign."

- "Ryan, who is going technical here? Anyways, I would be the exception. I would be the not so stupid geek engineering blond."

Oh yes, I forget to tell you. I am blond… OK. Blondish. But natural blondish. Not highlight or anything. I got this for my mum, and I guess I have my boring brown eyes from Dad. And oh, my name is Priscilla Serra. It may be handful to know that later. At the end, I surrendered and I filled the forms, making me a new student at CRU, in mechanical engineering branch.



And before I know it, I was at there. Or here. At the campus, being pushed and yelled by people. Did I mention I was bad with accent? Well, this was worth. I saw people's lips moving, I heard sounds but… but…. ARGH! Why do they have to talk this fast without articulating? Ryan was my savior. He spoke for me, told me what to do, to the point I did not want to let him go, once we found my room. I was clenching his sleeves and was going for the puppy eyes trick when my roommate arrived. And Ryan took this as an excuse to go.

Nathalie was really sweet. In fact, she had as much problems with my accent than I had with her. But after a few tries, we kinda developed a complex language made of sings, English and sounds which was totally making sense to us. I learn she was also an engineering student, but in the electronic department. She knew everything about Cyprus Rhodes, because her older brother was junior year, so she was able to be my new savior. Following her sage advices and all her good lessons, I realized that the all floor was reserved for honors engineering girls, that we tend to been seen as uncool, which she and I was not. I also had a three-hour update on how to act and react, on social groups composition and so on. I told you, a life savior. And as she had really good figures, I told her she was my Baywatch pin-up. That how she became my best friend.

So life was not sooo bad, after all. Slowly, I pick-up the rhythm and people learn to articulate around me, as I improve my English. First classes were not too hard. I had issues with the technical terms, then Ryan saved me (again) by finding me those three antique technical dictionaries. There were moldy and quite smelly, but really helpful.

Speaking of Ryan. We saw each other regularly, and I knew how to go to his room from anywhere in the campus. I was quite popular on his dorm floor. Waa, I must say that marketing students are hot. Why can't I have the same on engineer branch? So, well, even if we were not all the time together, we always find time to see each other.

Like this day. We were to have coffee together. The summer was not gone, so I was waiting on a table outside, trying to concentrate on my compulsory reading. Then, next thing I knew was that he had sit in front of me, in a big flash of red (his T-shirt) and with a great "slam", put his bag on the top of my photocopies.

- "I have great news!"

- "Oh, what? Ryan, you are crushing my diagram!"

- "Sorry. I am going to rush!"

- "What? But you just arrived!"

- "No silly Frenchy! I am going to rush for a fraternity!"

- "What? Like in the movies?"

Fraternity does not exist as such in France. We have student societies, where people share common interests, but that is all… Flatsharing is common too, but people are friends and choose the house. The all Greek system does not exist for us, it is like "Baywatch" on TV, for us.

- "Yeah, like in the movie. You should join too."

- "A fraternity? But I am a girl!"

- "Dammit, Priss, don't play the dumb! Join a sorority!"

- "For what?"

- "For the parties…"

Here I must admit. I am not too much into parties. I mean, I am quite quiet and shy, and if I enjoy wine and alcohol, getting drunk as fast as possible and hooking up in the dark corners of the room is not my definition of fun. As far as hooking up went for me, my mum's experience put me out of it. So I was skeptical:

- "Yeah, right!"

Ryan knew he would not change my mind and dropped the subject. But he managed to mention it in front of Nathalie, who went all crazy:

- "Niiiiice! Ooooooh, you have to meet my big bro! He is in a frat too! He is even the Rush Chair ! Come tonight I am going to introduce you ! Priss, we are so going to rush together!!"

- "We are?"

- "Totally! This is going to be SO fun…"

… You get it, that is how I enter the Kappa Tau Gamma house for the first time of my life. Certainly not the last. Wade Mathews, Nath's big bro, was delighted to see us three. But to be honest, ΚΤΓ did not give me a really good impression on the Greek system. The party they throw instantly was wild and liquorish, to the point even Ryan got shocked. Well, ounce he saw the half naked chick, he felt better. I was really about to leave, when I met him… The one who changes my life….

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I know it is short, but that the first chapter. If you like it and wants to know what happens, let me know by a comment. If not, I am just going to drop the all thing, and wait for the series to be famous in France and write it in French (which can be easier for me) Thanks for reading!