The Night We Met

Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I'm not making any money from this. Also lots of swearing.

Jane was not sure how she had ended up where she currently was. She knew in a general sense: excellent grades in the classroom and kicking ass on the field had led her to a full field hockey scholarship to Boston-Cambridge University. But more specifically, she wondered how she had ended up by herself at a frat party on the night before Thanksgiving. She had come grudgingly with a couple of teammates who were also staying local for the holiday, prodded by promises that this would be less of a party and more of a get together since so many people had already left campus. But now her friends were nowhere in sight, she was buzzed by the couple of beers that she had nursed over the last hour, and drunk college kids where everywhere and engaging in behaviors that were the very definition of a frat party. Mostly drinking and hooking up with each other to very loud music that made her head hurt. Sometimes she didn't feel like she was twenty-one, but years older and with a very low tolerance for her peers.

Jane was about to give up on the night and head back to her on-campus apartment. She had to wake up early to make the trip to her parents' home for Thanksgiving. She had set her cup down when she saw two guys with a girl between them going up the flight of stairs. They had the girl's arms over their shoulders and were dragging her unresponsive body to the second floor. Jane looked up at the balcony and saw that the second floor had several doors leading from the main hallway.

Bedrooms.

She watched as the group made it to the second floor and entered one of the rooms, one of the guys hefting the girl into his arms while the other turned and closed the door.

"Shit," Jane muttered as she made her way up the stairs and to the room. The girl had been out cold and in no condition to consent to anything.

Jane banged on the door and rattled the locked doorknob until it opened. She pushed her way past one of the guys who was now shirtless. She ignored his yells at her to leave and went to the girl on the bed. The other guy stood in between the unconscious girl and herself. Jane noticed his belt was hanging undone and she balled her hands into fists.

"Get the fuck out of the way," she growled.

"Get the fuck out of here," he responded.

The other guy was still yelling and grabbed Jane's arm to remove her from the room. Jane spun around and pushed the guy several times, yelling back at him various profanities. She pushed him out of the room and into the hallway, her fury making up for any physical advantages he had over her. Jane had backed him up against the balcony and didn't care that the entire party could hear her shouting at him to never touch her again or she would kick him in the nuts so hard he'd be coughing them up and then she'd stuff them right back down his throat.

She moved back into the bedroom and faced the other one again. He was coming towards her and away from the bed. She was bracing herself for whatever came next when a voice stopped them both.

"What is going on here?," the newcomer asked. He was tall and blonde and looked like what she imagined a surfer from California looked like.

The one she had pushed out of the room spoke first. "Garrett, this bitch broke into my room! Throw her ass out of here before I get really angry." He made a threatening move towards her.

Jane laughed. "Just try it motherfucker. I'd love to kick the shit out of your rapist ass." His face turned red as he blustered and moved towards her again, stopping only when Garrett held up an arm.

"Both of you shut up," Garrett said and then addressed the other guy. "Sean, what's the deal here?"

Just then a sound from the bed got all of their attention. The girl was still unconscious but making coughing and gagging noises.

Jane rushed to the bed turned the girl onto her side and towards the wall. The girl emptied her stomach onto the bed.

"No, not on my bed!," the one whose bedroom they were in moaned. Jane ignored him and rubbed the girl's back as she continued.

During a lull in the vomiting Jane turned to the other occupants in the room. She ignored the one whining about puke on his bed and addressed Garrett. He seemed to be the leader.

"Call an ambulance. She could have alcohol poisoning." She looked to the one who Garrett has called Sean. "Or she overdosed on whatever they gave her."

"We didn't give her anything. She was drunk and she wanted it," Sean responded. Jane quickly countered. "She's passed out. You were going to rape her, you son of a bitch."

Garrett stepped in. "We don't know what happened here. She's just sick, and she doesn't need an ambulance. No one calls the cops."

"She needs medical attention." Jane looked past the room and into the hallway where they had attracted an audience. "Someone call 911."

Garret turned to the gathered crowd and repeated, "No one calls the cops!" He paused for a moment and caught the eye of one of the onlookers. "Go to my room and get Maura. She's studying. She'll know what to do."

Who the hell studies during a frat party?, Jane wondered as she scowled at everyone around her. As far as she was concerned everyone there was an enemy.

Author's notes: Garrett is MPG during his Zack Morris days. Otherwise known as my childhood crush.