This story is about Aria and Ezra, but in a total different time, place etc. So Ezra was not Aria's highschool teacher, there is no A in this story and so on. Just using some characters in a different way, all coming from my brain. I'm not sure if it will be a very long story, but definately will try to put more words in the next chapter. I will try to update reguarly. If you read please review. That would mean a lot to me. Well having this said enjoy reading.

CHAPTER 1

I rushed inside the hospital. Flustered I asked the girl at the reception which way it was to the ER. I got a little angry as she didn't answer directly, but first wanted to know who it was I'm looking for. After repeating the question which way I had to go to the ER, where my dad was, and her again asking for a name, I see my dad walking towards me.

"Dad, are you okay?" I asked with a worried voice. "I was so worried, when a nurse called me you were in an accident and in the ER."

"I'm fine son" he answered in his same old raspy voice. I was starting to get a bit angry. My dad was fine. Why did I have to leave an important signing of my new published book? Damn he knew that was very important to me. More important than anything at the moment.

"Why did I need to come then? If you are fine, you can take a taxi home. You knew I have an important signing." The anger was clearly noticeable in my voice now.

"You have to come with me. We have to take care of her. It was my fault." My dad made no sense to me at all. I knew he was getting older, but was he now also getting crazy.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Can we get this quick be over with?" I was getting impatient now. I didn't need a crazy father as well. A crazy mother was more than enough to deal with for me. I don't mean crazy like as in sick, but as in manipulating people, me.

"Really son it's important. I wouldn't have you phoned otherwise. I drove the car. Don't give me that look, I may be old, but I'm still perfectly capable of driving a car. I swear she came out of nowhere. She just lay there with her bike. When the paramedics arrived she didn't seem to remember anything so I came here with her. She's okay now. Well physical she's okay. It is all my fault she doesn't remember anything." It seemed my dad gave all the information in one breath of air. Still not everything made sense. The only thing what was clear, was that he hit a woman with his car and that she was now in the ER, but apparently fine.

"Come son we have to take her home." At the last part of his sentence I raised my eyebrows. Why the hell would we have to take her home. Maybe my dad was crazy after all. This signing gig was a failure already. It was no use fighting with dad over it. So I went along, now walking together with my dad to the ER. I hated the smell of the hospital. I decided this had to be over quick so I could back to work.

In the recovery room lay 8 people. As we walked in a doctor approached my dad. Looking around I tried to figure out which woman my dad rode of her bike. My attention was moved to the doctor who was now in front of me holding out his hand. He introduced himself as Dr. Kingsley.

"I'm glad to hear that you and your father will take responsibility of her. I'm happy to tell you Mr. Fitzgerald, that her injuries are not as bad as we expected. Her cat scan just came back and we see only a minor concussion. She may have the next couple of days a headache, but other than that, she should be fine. The cat scan also revealed she had an major head injury in the past. My guess is, that her memory loss is the result of that. Unfortunately we can't know for sure as we have no records of her. In the last couple of hours our psychologist has observed you and, well Ms. Doe, and in our opinion she feels comfortable with you. With her own admission we will let her go with you. However we did report her with the police, including your name and address. Whenever she will be searched as a missing person, the police will contact you. So for now if she might not be feeling well in the next couple of days, please do come to us again, but as far as we can see I don't see any problems. This hospital is grateful to a stranger helping another stranger out." I'm not sure if I understood all. This was a lot of information to digest. The good news was that the woman was okay, but for me the bad news was, that my dad wanted to take her in his house. She was a complete stranger. He said she came out of nowhere, maybe she faked it all. Call me superstitious, but naturally I don't trust strangers. People have to earn your trust.

My head was not completely at what just happened right there, but the doctor was already gone and my dad headed to the third bed on the left side. Slowly and wary I approached the bed. There lay a beautiful young woman, a face like white porcelain, shiny golden brown locks, looking at me with her big doe hazel eyes. He knew instantly why his dad had helped this fragile girl. His dad had a weakness for helping people, friend or stranger. This time it was a stranger, again.

"What did you do?" I still looked at the girl, but obvious my question was for my dad. She just looked at me with an expression of fear on her face. I looked at my dad now and repeated the question.

"I hit her with my car and she fell. Really dear I hadn't seen you, you came out of nowhere". He was calling her dear and she smiled comforting at him, as if she didn't mind him her driving her off her bike.

"I got that part now. The rest I'm trying to wrap my head around. So please do share dad." Getting frustrated by the whole situation I snapped the words at him.

"It's very simple, because of me she is here and now I'm helping as much as I can. I paid the hospital bill and we are going to take care of her as long as she needs. She can stay at my house. I could use the company as well." He smiled at her.

"You paid the hospital bill?" I didn't care she heard that I totally didn't agree with all of it. "Are you insane dad?" I know I sounded harsh, but sometimes my dad needed to be put into place. Except this time I just knew I would lose the fight.

Driving to my dad's house I was still angry. The girl, they introduced her to me as Jane, what apparently was very funny, sat next to me in the front. Glad to see they hadn't lost their humor. I mocked the whole drive, which took us more than an hour. Traffic in New York at this hour of the day was impossible. It always was, but now even more. I sighed which seemed like hundreds of times. From the corner of my eye I saw she watched me a couple of times, but merely she was just quiet and looking outside the window.