A/N: So this story has been floating around in my head for a while and I thought I'd share it with you. Here's the Prologue as I wanted you to get to know Katie (OC) a little bit before she meets Derek (don't worry, that'll be my next update though). I hope you guys like it and please review to let me know if you actually want to read more, ok? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own Katie, Michael, and Chelsea.

Katie tilted her head forward and rolled her neck left then right, stretching her arms out behind her as she did so; cracking her back.

"Yikes! That sounded like it hurt," Chelsea exclaimed next to her.

She grinned, "It sounded bad, but it felt so good."

Chelsea burst into a fit of giggles but sobered soon enough, "God, I'm going to miss you. Are you positive you want to do this?"

Katie nodded, "Yes. I mean, I loved being here but it's time for me to move on. Besides, the writers were already considering killing one of the three, it may as well be Rachel. I really feel like her story has come a full circle."

Chelsea rolled her eyes, good-naturedly, "You just want to die a tragic death."

"Maybe," Katie said, walking to her trailer's mini fridge to grab herself a bottle of water and tossed another to her friend.

"Thanks," Chelsea muttered. " So, what next?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not going to have the show to keep you busy. Do you have another offer on the table?" Chelsea asked, immediately attentive.

"No." After a moment of her friend staring her down, Katie finally admitted, "Okay, the lead in some super cheesy family movie, a minor recurring role in a television drama, and a televised dancing competition."

"Televised dancing competition?" Chelsea raised her eyebrows.

"Dancing with the Stars," Katie said nonchalantly.

Chelsea squealed, "Oh my God. How did you not say yes, you love that show?"

Katie was shocked, "How did you find out?"

"Oh, please, I'm your best friend. I know you better than you know yourself most days," she answered, vaguely.

"Sure, whatever you say," Katie said.

"So, why the hell aren't you doing the show?" Chelsea questioned.

Katie shrugged, not meeting her co-star's eyes, "I don't know."

"Oh dear God, you're scared!" Chelsea gaped at her.

"I'm not!" Katie vehemently denied, pacing the floor.

"Yes you are! Since when is Katie Shaw afraid?" Chelsea asked.

"Since I got asked to do a dance competition on live television. I can't dance," Katie exclaimed.

"So what?" Chelsea stood up, throwing her hands in the air, "What's the worst that could happen?"

"I make a fool of myself next to a professional, the judges give me zero, and the audience hates me," she deadpanned.

Chelsea blinked, "Wow, someone's been thinking about this a lot."

"Yeah," Katie sighed, suddenly feeling defeated, and sat back down on the couch. She put her head in her hands and rested her elbows on her knees.

Chelsea looked down at her friend, "Huh, you really want to do this, don't you, Katie-Kat?"

Katie looked up at her friend, looking like she was in pain, "Yes."

"Oh, I know that look." She smiled teasingly at her friend. At the befuddled look she was given in return, Chelsea elaborated, "That's the same look you had the day you decided to meet your brother."

Chelsea sat next to Katie and put her arm around her, "You're going to do amazing, I just know it."

Katie wrapped her arms around her, "I think we're late."

Chelsea glanced at her watch, "Yeah, we were supposed to start prepping for your death scene a minute ago."

"Michael's going to kill us," Katie dragged herself and Chelsea up from the couch and exited the trailer.