I got this idea kind of randomly one day. I was never completely convinced to turn it into anything because I usually don't like Fitz related stories, but this idea has been sitting in my mind for a while and I'd like to see where it takes me. I'll probably only update it once a week or so, just testing the waters to see if anyone else finds it interesting. Oh, and Meet Me InThe Bathroom is a Strokes song about having to sneak around and whatnot. So, that will come in at some point in the near future. Enjoy/read/review!

When I realized the cab was nearing a familiar street, I put out my cigarette and flicked it out the window.

I misted myself with sweet smelling perfume to mask the odor.

My parents had sent me to live with my aunt, uncle, and cousin in Toronto.

My ex-boyfriend had threatened me, and it had scared the shit out of my parents to say the least.

I was their angel; I was everyone's angel.

Little did they know what I'd done to earn that threat.

I wasn't as perfect as everyone seemed to think I was.

Hell, I was pretty much as imperfect as they come.

But that would just have to remain my secret now, wouldn't it?

We pulled into the driveway of my relative's, and now my, house.

I got out of the car and with the driver following closely behind with my bags, rang the doorbell twice.

"Sloane, honey!" my Aunt Helen greeted me cheerfully at the door, rushing me inside.

I sent my sweetest smile, "Hi, Aunt Helen. Thanks so much for letting me stay. Home was just too… scary," I said sweetly, my voice dropping to a whisper at the end.

"Oh, sweetie, it's perfectly fine. You're welcome here anytime you'd like."

I smiled radiantly at her before noticing a figure behind her.

"Clare-bear!" I said with as much cheer as I could muster.

My lifestyle would be difficult to accommodate to here.

My whole family was full of stuck up prudes, this particular address home to the most uptight of them all.

Clare was so brainwashed into all of it that she went as far as to wear a purity ring.

It was sickening, really.

"Hey, Sloane!" she greeted with a sincere smile, coming over and hugging me.

"I've missed you guys so much," I muttered with syrupy sweetness as we held each other in an embrace.

After our hellos, Helen told me I could use Darcy's old room, which they had cleared out for me.

Clare showed me up the stairs and helped me carry my bags, walking into my new room with me.

"So, that's pretty crazy, about your boyfriend and everything," she said slowly as she helped me hang my clothes in the closet.

I looked at her and she held a look of thought in her eyes.

"Yeah," I breathed, not wanting to push it much further.

"Well," she persisted, not quite done with the conversation, "I have some… experience… as far as threats go."

When I shot her a look of confusion, she hurriedly went on, "See, about a year ago when my boyfriend and I started dating, he was having these issues with a bully."

Bully. She was actually quite adorable.

"And he got really… bold. Anyway, dealing with him got kind of scary, and I can relate on some level. I'm here if you need me."

"Thanks, Clare," I said, actually feeling a touch of sincerity in my own voice.

She smiled brightly and went back to hanging my clothes as I folded a different set to put in the dresser.

"Knock, knock," said an unfamiliar voice from the door, causing both of us to look in that direction.

The boy that stood there was absolutely delicious, dark and mysterious and devastatingly sexy.

"Eli!" Clare said as they met in the center of the room and embraced.

Really? This was Clare's boyfriend?

He seemed so… unlike her.

As I observed them together, I wasn't so interested in him anymore.

He was just too… sweet.

I went for a tougher breed of man.

"Oh! Eli, meet my cousin Sloane. She's going to live with us for a while. Sloane, this is my boyfriend Eli."

I shot him a smile, and he nodded back.

"Wow, this house is up to two permanent residents now. Business is booming," he quipped sarcastically, causing Clare to roll her eyes and causing me to stare in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"With my parents and everything," Clare said with a small shrug.

I continued to stare curiously.

"Wait… you don't know?"

I shook my head, "Know what?"

"Oh, my parent's aren't exactly… together anymore. They share a condo on the other end of town and alternate staying here with me one at a time every other week."

"Really? That's… strange," I commented thoughtfully.

She just nodded solemnly, Eli rubbing her back in comfort.

Definitely too sweet for me.

Eli stayed and helped Clare and I with my belongings for the rest of the afternoon.

Finally packed up, we all sat on the floor beside each other.

"I'm starving," Eli moaned, rubbing his stomach.

Clare and I nodded, chiming in our agreements.

"Let's go to the Dot," Clare suggested.

"Sounds great," Eli said with a nod. "Sound good to you, Sloane?"

I just shrugged, "I'm new here, remember?"

"Well you'll love it, I'm sure," Clare said with a smile, hopping to her feet.

"I'm sure I will too," I said with a bit of an exaggerated smile. "You two go ahead, I'm going to change really fast. I'll be right down."

They disappeared and went downstairs to wait for me.

It was my first night in town, and I wanted to make an impression on anyone we'd come across.

I changed out of my sweats and pulled on a tight pair of dark skinny jeans.

I left my t-shirt on, a tattered and torn band shirt of my dad's from back in the day.

Completing my attire was a tight fitting red leather jacket.

I pulled my long, wavy, naturally platinum blonde hair up into a loose ponytail and, already wearing the multiple rings and single necklace I wore daily, left my room and closed the door behind me.

Within minutes of leaving in Eli's hearse, which I found to be pretty badass, we were already at our destination.

Inside, we found a table and searched the menus.

Just as our waiter brought us our drinks, Eli and Clare noticed someone walk in.

Clare's big eyes went wide and her breath hitched.

Eli's fists clenched and his eyes narrowed.

My back was turned to the door, so I had to turn to face the entrance.

"W-wasn't he supposed to be locked up for longer?" Clare asked in a shaky voice.

"Stupid fucking justice system," Eli muttered.

My eyes were trained on the boy in front of us.

He was dark, truly dark, appearing to hide a past too horrific for words.

His hair was short, but sexy stubble was growing in all across his face.

His clothes were dingy and torn, his plain white shirt hugging the muscles of his chest perfectly and his loose fitting jeans hanging perfectly on his hips.

I bit my lip as our eyes met for a brief moment, and I could have sworn I saw the faintest of winks..

Soon after, however, his gaze moved to the couple behind me and he rolled his eyes.

He met up with a trashy looking girl with wildly curly dark brown hair and they sat at the far end of the place.

"Who's that?" I breathed, intoxicated by this mysterious stranger.

"The devil reincarnated," Eli breathed.

"His name is Mark Fitzgerald. Fitz for short. He's that bully I was telling you about earlier…"

Every so often I would catch a glimpse of this boy.

Something about him made me crave more.

He seemed just like my kind of challenge.