Hey, it's Nat, here with a brand new story that I think I should actually put some effort in and try to update in less than a year. Don't worry; I'm VERY passionate about this story, and I even know what'll happen in the end... well, okay, not really. I have some ideas for events and all of that, just... don't know how to fit them in!

But never fear! It'll turn out excellent, and I just hope it'll be worth your time reading. C:

Now, don't worry, this is not a chapter; it's a prologue. So the real chapters aren't going to be this short.

I know, my thoughts exactly. "Ew. So short."

HAH HAH! OH-kay! So let's move on, shall we?

Disclaimers:

I do not own Duncan and Courtney, or any other features characters in this story, besides the plot and supporting characters that don't even possess names. They are © Fresh Entertainment & TELETOON.

I do not own the lyrics for "Momentum". It is just my inspiration, and I thought it would work well with the story. "Momentum" is © to The Hush Sound. Excellent band, by the way.

"Momentum"

You are the dark ocean bottom
And I am the fast sinking anchor
Should I fall for you
You are the scar on my tissue
That I show all of my new friends
Should I show you me

All we need is a little bit of momentum
Breakdown these walls that we've built around ourselves
All we need is a little bit of inertia
Breakdown and tell, breakdown and tell

That you are the rain on the fire
Deep in the trees when no one was looking
Should I speak of this
You are a mirage in the distance
That defies the heat of the desert
Should I believe in you

These rules are made to break and these walls are built to fall
These rules are made to break us all

By: The Hush Sound

Momentum

Prologue:
Goodbye, Duncan

Cliché stories gave me the feeling to write my own epic, fairytale story, one of Prince Charming coming on his white horse, saving me from the evil queen while morphed into her horrid dragon form. Then it would be happily every after, correct?

Standing shivering in the wet, frigid snow, drenched in a cold and numb sensation while staring into the eyes of my naïve, guiltless-appearing deceiver, otherwise once known as "Prince Charming", was not my brilliant idea of a fairytale. Truth be told, the story line I claim is mine so far had been quite the cliché; an over used plot, such as those in sappy, romantic love movies you always watched closely after a major break-up, paired up with a galleon of your favorite ice cream and a box of tissues who was your newly found best friend. However, a box of tissues was not what I truly desired at this very moment.

Now, a metal bat; that would be useful.

Lights flashing and shouting drivers distracted my thoughts for a second; I let my eyes drift from his pallid, blank stare to the muddled reflection of our bodies in the busy city pavement. Memories of vivid, blinking lights clouded my mind, along with earsplitting sirens and stuck-up authorities police. Being around him, those kind of memories were to be expected. At first I didn't mind paying the bail, or taking care of him, or making sure he didn't get himself flung into an actual jail instead of juvi like the many countless times he had in high school. Now that I looked back at that, why DID I help him through all that? Why did I sacrifice my effort and time to make sure he stayed out of what he deserved?

Tires briskly ran over the water, causing the image of Duncan and I to ripple away into an unfamiliar reflection. I grimaced. That was exactly how I felt about this whole situation. I gazed back at him.

Duncan appeared on edge, eyes darting back and forth; guilty, or maybe it was fear. Possibly both. I wouldn't be too surprised. I spent the last half hour screaming at him in public about the loathing and horrifying emotions I felt within me directed toward him himself, and how this whole mess was just a load of rubbish. He stayed silent through most of it, which I was thankful for, because usually that mouth of his was rarely mute without a harmful insult or abusive flirt.

Those crystal eyes I once fell for were directed toward the ground now, his face still emotionless and blank as a clean state. My face felt frozen in a grimace, the frown permanently glued to my lips.

"I can't handle this anymore, Duncan." I started once again, my voice barely a whisper, "It's too much." Pausing for a second, I continued, "Day in and day out, I worry about you. I worry for your safety, for whether you might be ripped away from me. I cry myself to sleep when you don't come home, thinking there may be… another woman out ther-"

Duncan's head shot up, a horrified expression on his face.

"P-Princess, what are you talking about? You know I would never do tha-" I held my hand up, and he obeyed my action. Shaking my head, I thought that the action would make the freshly produced tears disappear. It failed.

"Please, Duncan," I pleaded, "Don't call me that, anymore… and I know. But right now, that option has been ringing in my ears, and it's just a possibility. I feel…" At first, I felt fearful to let the young man in front of me see my mascara-streaked face, to prevent him from having the burden. But I looked up at him, directly at his anxious eyes. He gazed back.

"I feel like I don't know you, anymore…"

"C-Courtney, no! I'm still me; believe me! I can change. Trust me! Courtney, I… I can stop. Just… just trust me…"

My face turned black.

"Duncan, that's the problem… I don't." He appeared puzzled, his eyebrows pulling together in frustration. I sucked in some frosty air

"I don't… trust you."

Duncan's face fell. The melancholy that saturated over the both of us was not possible for the rain to wash away. The man's face I loved looked so pitiful, filled with grief and sorrow beyond the reaches of space. I suddenly felt the need to pull him into my arms, tell him that this whole thing was just a terrible repetitive nightmare that we could overcome.

But my words failed me. I knew the truth. No matter what, nothing could help us. It had gone far too downward.

"Goodbye, Duncan."

He stood stiff, concern and sadness wiped away from his face.

Then he was gone., leaving me with the last memory of him of his dark, cold face.

OH-kay! Next chapter will be a biggie!