This is actually my first truly done story. Something very new to me is writing these original characters in, as I'm so used to writing canonically that it makes these things fifteen times as hard. I say all my thanks to that person, you know who you are, that inspired me to write this instead of keeping it jotted down on paper. In all I don't think highly of this story, as I'm just starting out the oc x cannon business. Maybe someday I might write a book, who knows. Hahaha This is a rather short chapter, as it's introducing the main girl and such.

I. Sick Girl

Nothing went as planned, of course. What else would you expect from a girl who just simply ran away from home, not even home, her country. Misfortune seemed to love the young girl, placing her soaking wet in the middle of the rain, standing in front of the house which she assumed was the house of the kind man that helped her with her escape. This was going to get her sick, she just knew it, and if it didn't then she must be some sort of godly being because no way is standing out like this without a coat even close to healthy. After another minute of freezing silence the door was finally answered and a rather young man, around his forties at least, answered the door. His face was rough and there were hints of the old age coming on to him already. The man looked at the girl, shocked by her condition.

"Allison! What are you doing out in this weather?! Why are you even here!?"

"L-less t-talk m-more m-move t-Thomas" Allison replied, surprising herself at the fact she actually got her numbed mouth to move at all. Thomas understood, moving from the door and the girl rushed into the house like she was being chased by a deadly creature of sorts.

"I'll call a doctor." Thomas sighed at Allison's stupidity, but he knew the brunette was smarter than that, it was what made him interested in why she came to him of all people and in this weather as well. Allison knew better than to rush outside at free will when it was freezing cold and raining, she had to be taught at least some common sense in that little group camp place. In fact, he didn't even know what they taught her, they could have taught her how to be a killer for all the male knew. Well… That was partially correct, they did teach her how to be a killer, only much less gruesome. The man suddenly remembered why she asked him to help her get out of there in the first place, this whole situation was practically his fault.

"Are you just going to stand there like an idiot or call a doctor?" Allison had already discarded her normal clothing and put on the spare that she had brought with her, which just barely survived the rain outside. It was only a matter of minutes before she would feel absolutely terrible.

"I have left the items you need for her treatment on the table by her bed, if you need anything feel free to call me again." The doctor said his usual goodbyes before Thomas shut the door on him. Turning his attention to the stairs, which led up to her room, he sighed and began his way to the second floor.

"You know you're a troublesome girl right?" Allison turned her head slightly to see the face of Thomas, staring at her with a rather angry look, although the look of concern for her was etched into his face. The sight made her laugh lightly.

"Always was, always will be." Was all the girl replied, the man rolled his eyes in a humorous fashion before standing.

"Shall I call the officers or not?" Seeing the girls futile attempt to shake her head rapidly, Thomas only sighed and smiled. It was obvious that from here on out he could just forget about taking a break from work at all.

"I'm thirsty…" The girl complained, and Thomas looked at her before handing her the glass of water that was on the table as well.

"Next time you have to get it yourself." The only reply he got from the girl was some sort of sound that wouldn't even be considered a word, just a random noise produced by nonsense, although Thomas understood it to be a complaint about that as well. The thought brought a smile to his face, as smart as this can be she acted like a child at times, something he doubted anyone else knew except for him. Standing up the man stretched slightly before heading towards the door. To be truthful it was rather late, and even he needed sleep like most people.

"Good night Allison." Yet another sound was heard from the girl, before the door shut her out completely.

The silent room offered a vivid memory of before her escape, although instead of sickness it was rather pain. Like the pain that was invading her stomach right at this very moment, although this pain was caused by something other than a kick, and it took a while for Allison to find out why her stomach felt empty and painful.

"I'm hungry…" she complained to the nothingness around her, Thomas was probably asleep like a rock as usual, and she was lying here sick…and hungry. The day couldn't get any better, she thought sarcastically as she tried her best to not think of the food she whished she had right now. "I'm still hungry…." Allison muttered again.

The food never came.