Hero

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and ocs. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think.

A/N: This is a rewrite of the original I had posted. I wasn't satisfied with where the first was going. So I decided to rewrite it. This idea is one I'm liking a bit more. Again, Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Ally groaned as she forced herself to the world of the wakening. Blindly she searched for her cell phone which she kept on her night stand. She forced her eyes open to check the time as she pressed the green button, bringing the small device to her ear.

" Hello?" her voice was still groggy with sleep, yet the moment the person on the other line spoke, she was alert.

" Is this Allyson Dawson?" the voice was monotone, professional. She pushed herself into a sitting position, her body tense.

" Yes, may I ask who is calling?" She was confused, her eyes darting around her dark bed room as she searched for answers she wouldn't receive.

" This is Doctor Bernard. I work at Miami General. Your father, Lester Dawson was brought in earlier this evening due to chest pains. I apologize for being the one who must tell you this, however you are his next of kin. Your father passed," the phone slipped from her slackened fingers, the line going dead. She blinked as the doctor's words processed in her brain. That was impossible. Her father was as healthy as an ox. She spoke with him last week.

She was out of her bed in a matter of seconds, quickly pulling on the first thing her fingers touched. She tugged a rather large, dark grey hoodie over her plain white tank. Sliding a pair of worn jeans, the legs shredded, she slid her feet into a pair of flip flops, not bothering with the button of the jeans as she raced out of her apartment, barely remembering to grab her wallet and keys from her purse before shutting the door behind her. She didn't bother locking it as she jogged down five flights of stairs, not stopping until she was standing before the door of her old silver Ford Accord. She slid into the driver's seat, twisting the key in the ignition and listening as her engine turned over. She made the twenty minute drive in ten, rushing through the emergency doors.

" I'm looking for Lester Dawson," the nurse behind the counter told her the room number, Ally rushing down the sterile white halls before she even finished speaking. She forced the door open, expecting to see her father sitting up in the hospital bed, laughing, joking, anything but what she saw.

She couldn't stop the onslaught of tears that cascaded down her cheeks. She slid to the white tiled floors, her shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. Her father laid there, the machines off, his chest completely still. She felt two slender arms wrap around her body, pulling her head to the woman's chest as she rubbed soothing circles along her back.

" Hush, hush. He wouldn't want you crying like this, Ally," the voice of her father's best friend, Mimi Moon, flittered to her ears, registering in her mind. She tried, honestly tried to stop her tears. Yet it was nearly impossible. Her father was gone. He was laying on the hard hospital mattress, not moving, not breathing. Only one thought processed in her mind at that moment.

'He's gone. He's gone and the last thing I said to him was he was over reacting, that I hated him,' she only cried harder until they were escorted from the room. Mimi led the distraught girl to her black Volvo, opening the passenger's door and helping her into it.

" Trish will pick up your car in the morning. I refuse to let you drive like that. Besides, I don't want you to be alone. You're going to stay at my house for the night," Mimi's voice left no room for argument. Ally didn't have it in her to fight with the older woman, just resting her forehead against the cool window.

The drive was quiet except for the radio that was playing, a popular pop song drifting from her speakers. Mimi would glance at the young woman from the corner of her eye, frowning slightly as she pulled into her drive way. Austin was at his own apartment, so she would have to wake Ally up in order to get her into the house.

" Ally," nothing. She lightly tapped her shoulder, watching as she stirred slightly before snuggling deeper into her seat.

" Ally-Cat, come on. We're here. I need you to wake up," she shook her shoulder this time, watching as her amber eyes fluttered open before she unbuckled her seat belt. As soon as Ally made it around the car, Mimi wrapped her arm around the young woman, steadying her as she led her through the threshold of the door. The rest was a blur for Ally.

She woke up a few hours later in an unfamiliar bed, her muscles tensing before the events from last night returned, the tears instantly burning her eyes. She ran her fingers through her tangled mass of curls, groaning as her fingers snagged a few times until the thick locks cascaded to her lower back. She had pushed herself into a sitting position, her eyes instantly darting to the night stand. Only she didn't see a clock. She released a sigh, glancing around the bed room she had stayed in. The walls were painted a light powder blue, posters of the Beatles, Shiny Money, The Rolling Stones and Aerosmith, decorated a few walls. The room was neat, yet it still looked as it some one had stayed here every now and than. She shook her head as she kicked off the navy blue duvet, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She silently padded out of the room, making her way to the familiar kitchen that was just down the hall. She saw Mimi pacing the length of her modern kitchen, arguing with some one on the phone.

" I don't care. Take the day off, Austin. I need my Little Prince here. Tell them you're taking a personal day, bring Dez. Don't. Austin I'm not telling you, I'm asking you. He was my best friend. But seeing as how your career is more important than your own mother, fine," she hung up the phone, shaking her head as she released a sigh.

" You're son being difficult?" Mimi pivoted on her heel, offering Ally a gentle smile.

" No, not difficult. He just… His career is more important than his mother. It's alright. Could I get a hug?" Mimi opened her arms, watching the slight quirk of Ally's lips as she stepped into the older woman's embrace.

" I'm so, so, so, so sorry, Ally. Lester… He was a stubborn man, he was difficult at times, but he was a good man," Mimi murmured into the younger girl's hair, noticing how she had tensed. Ally pulled back to comment, only for her cell phone to go off. The contact on the screen said Dom, her manager who sighed her contracts.

" Business," she answered, watching Mimi step back, giving the young woman room. She answered the phone, bringing the receiver to her ear.

" Ally-Cat. Do I have a contract for you. Tell me, have you heard of the Super-Star?" she vaguely remembered the nick name for some teen who was an over night internet sensation.

" It sounds familiar," she answered, waiting for Dom to continue. He chuckled at her reply before speaking once more.

" Jimmy Starr, the owner of Starr records signed the boy to his label. He is in need of a new song writer considering the other's contract came up. They can't negoiate it considering the man wants to much. Jimmy heard some of your stuff, proposed a few of your songs to his boy. The kid took to them instantly, wants you to write his songs," Ally chewed her bottom lips, running her fingers through her hair.

" When does this Super-Star want to do a session?" she silently prayed it wouldn't be today.

" In a few hours," Dom answered, listening as Ally released a sigh.

" Dom, normally I wouldn't have any problem with that. However, today… I just need today off. Tell Jimmy and his boy that we'll have to reschedule," Ally pleaded, listening for Dom to say something.

" What's wrong Baby Girl You sound stressed," Dom questioned. Ally couldn't help the slight smile at the nick name Dom settled for.

" My… I just lost… My father…" she was choking on her words, and Dom was instant to comfort.

" Alright, family emergency. They'll understand Baby Girl," with that they hung up. Mimi was watching Ally as she rested her back against the granite counter, her head hanging forward.

" Will it get easier?" she whispered, knowing Mimi would hear her.

" It will. It just takes time, Ally-Cat. Don't worry," Mimi soothed, pulling the young girl to her. She felt Ally wrap her slender arms around her waist, resting her forehead on her shoulder. Mimi kissed the side of her head, rubbing her back before pulling apart.

" How about some breakfast? I can make you what ever you want while you go take a shower and freshen up," Mimi instructed, watching as Ally nodded her head, her lips quirking upwards. She looked the girl over, noticing the instant changes that had possessed her.

Her ivory skin was paler, dark purple like bruises forming under her eyes. Her usually bright amber eyes were dull, filled with pain. Her normally silky espresso curls were a tangled mass on her head. Her five feet six inch frame looked fragile, as if she would break at any given second. She shook her head, deciding on pancakes. A few minutes later she could hear the shower running.

Ally stood under the spray of the hot water, allowing it to soothe her sore body, to work the tension from her stiff shoulders. She slowly worked the tangles from her curls before washing her hair and body. She was feeling slightly better as she washed the sweat and tears from her body, yet she couldn't smile, couldn't put on a mask for Mimi. She knew that would only hurt the woman more. After fifteen minutes of standing under the hot spray and collecting her thoughts she finally shut off the water. She slid the clouded glass door open, wrapping a large white terry clothe towel around her slender body. She pulled the bathroom door open, her brows furrowing as two voices drifted down the hall from the kitchen.

" Mom, I've never even met Lester's daughter. Why would you let her stay in my room?" a voice, one she didn't recognize growled. She heard Mimi as she sighed, exhausted.

" You said you wouldn't be coming today. I figured it would be fine. Why are you here any way?" Mimi questioned, noticing the shower had stopped. Ally made her way down the hall to the bed room she had been staying in, shutting the door behind her as she slid into her clothes from the night before.

She left her hoodie off, settling for the plain white tank that fit her torso snuggly. Her shredded jeans hung low on her narrow hips, the button undone as she tousled her long hair. She inhaled a deep breath before pulling the bedroom door open. Mimi and her son had stopped talking, Mimi smiling brightly while her son scowled.

" Breakfast is ready, hopefully you don't mind pancakes," Mimi spoke, watching as Ally glanced up, nodding her head.

" Pancakes are fine," her voice was quiet, husky from lack of use as she moved into the kitchen to fix a plate. Mimi turned her attention back to her son who wouldn't look at Ally.

" You didn't answer my question Austin. You told me that you wouldn't be able to make it because you had a recording session. What changed in the span of thirty minutes," Mimi had crossed her arms over her chest, watching her son with warm, chocolate brown eyes. His hand moved to rub the back of his neck as he spoke.

" The song writer I was suppose to work with had a family emergency. Jimmy couldn't get her manager to budge, he was persistent that she take the day off. So Jimmy gave me the day off," Austin mumbled, watching his mother nod.

" You two were never properly introduced. Austin this is Lester's daughter, Allyson. Ally, this is my son, Austin," Mimi spoke, glancing between the two. Ally looked up from the stack of pancakes she was currently pouring syrup onto to meet familiar chocolate brown eyes. The only difference, his were cold while his mother's were always warm.

" You look like Mimi," Ally mumbled, turning her attention back to her food. Austin's brows furrowed as he took in the girl standing a foot away from him. She hardly looked like Lester. She was average height, seven inches shorter than himself. Her hair was dark, close to the black coffee. She did have his eyes, he would concede that much. She was tiny, her hips pronounced from the jeans that were barely hanging on.

" Most think I look like my dad," he commented, watching her carefully. She shrugged her shoulders, taking a rather large bite of pancakes before turning her eyes to observe him. Platinum blonde strands fell messily into cool chocolate brown eyes. Golden tanned skin was stretched taut across toned, defined muscles. His nose was small, lips the perfect bow shape, chin pointed.

" No, you look more like Mimi," she stated, setting her plate in the sink and washing it. Austin could only shake his head, confused by this girl.

" Most girls would be screaming, throwing themselves at me," Austin stated, a cocky smirk dancing on his perfect lips. He watched as Ally turned to glance over her shoulder. She met his cold eyes without flinching, her words surprising him.

" Lucky for you, I'm not like most girls. Famous artists don't faze me. I write their songs for a living," She informed him, setting her plate in the drainer before turning to face him completely.

" You're a song writer? Lester never mentioned that," Austin spoke, eyes narrowed as he watched her. She shrugged her shoulders, looking away at the use of her father's name.

" He didn't like to brag. My father… was very simple. Maybe that rubbed off on me," she spoke, moving past him.

" Can you work with me?" he questioned, noticing the slight quirk of her lips, noticing how her bottom lip was fuller than her top.

" We'll be working together tomorrow, Mister Super-Star," she stated, shaking her head as she left him in the kitchen. He watched as she hugged his mother, whispering something in her ear before leaving. His life certainly got more interesting, Allyson Dawson wasn't like his other song writers…