((AN: Alright, so, one day the idea that St. Jimmy and Natalie would get along. Before I start the story, I would like to say that the POV of chapters is going to change. I know now that some chapters will be from Natalie's POV, some from Whatsername's, and some from Henry's. I'm trying to decide if I want to include St. Jimmy/ Johnny. That's honestly a question I'm struggling with at the moment. I guess we'll all see! I'd also like to cover something, I do not see St. Jimmy as an actual, physical person. I see him sort of as Johnny's version of Gabe, except also an alter ego. So, when I say Jimmy in the story, it's still Johnny, but it's like he's letting his alter ego take control. Hopefully that makes sense. Anyway! I do not own Next to Normal or American Idiot or any of the characters therein. I am merely a fan. However, I do own this plot, this is all the product of my mind. And if I create any OCs, I own those too. Also, this first chapter is dedicated to my friend, Jocelyn. I spent a few hours trying different methods of opening up this story before she gave me an idea I could work with. ))

Henry's POV

My eyes flew open at the sound of my phone going off. Natalie calling again. I sat up, picking it up and looked at the numbers glowing in the alarm clock on my nightstand. Two AM. I sighed, finally hitting answer and holding the phone to my ear. "Natalie?" I asked, standing and attempting to locate my shoes.

"Henry?" Her speech came out slurred.

"Where are you?" I asked her, knowing that's why she was calling me. She was stranded at some club and needed a ride home.

"Electra's," she answered. I could hear another voice nearby, a male voice. It sounded like they were outside. Then she was speaking to him. "No, no, he's coming to get me… "She paused, directing her next few words to me. "You're coming to get, me right?"

By this point I had my shoes on and was in the process of getting my keys. "I'm on my way," I promised. "I'll be there as quickly as I can. I love you."

"See you soon, Henry," She said, hanging up the phone. I hadn't expected her to say 'I love you' back. It was hard enough for her to admit her feelings when she was sober. Now she was in a darker place. She was struggling just to keep herself going. I couldn't help but to feel a bit of guilt for everything. I was the one who made her think that drugs were the solution to her problems. In my defense, I hadn't known that she would take things so far. I hadn't had the slightest clue that she would start popping her mom's old pills and running off to clubs every night. She couldn't be getting enough sleep. I didn't even know how she could possible function day to day…

I pushed the thoughts away as I got into my car, starting the engine and pulling out of my driveway as quietly as I possibly could. My parents didn't know I was sneaking out nearly every night to go save some girl at whatever club she'd stumbled into that night. If they did they'd put a stop to it. Which was why I had to make sure they never did find out. As long as Natalie kept this up, I had to be there to catch her. I couldn't just leave her out there to fend for herself. There were too many things that could go wrong.

Thankfully, the roads were mostly empty. I sped a bit, consistently driving at least ten miles per hour over the speed limit. Every minute away from Natalie, knowing she was waiting outside of some club made me increasingly nervous, my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there it couldn't be soon enough. I pulled up to the curb and cut the engine, not caring whether or not it was legal to park there. I could see her now. She was sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the wall of the club. There was some guy there with her. I assumed he was the same person I heard when we were on the phone.

"Natalie!" I called out, running over to her. Her head snapped up, eyes locking on me when she heard my voice. I couldn't help but notice she almost looked disappointed. She turned to look at the other guy again, taking something he held out to her and slipping it into her bag. Finally, she made her way to her feet and walked over to me. I put an arm around her for support as I looked down at her. Her pupils were huge, the irises barely visible. I looked away quickly, leading her back to the car. She stumbled a few times along the way, but I held her up, ignoring the giggles that followed. When we finally reached the car, I opened the passenger side door for her, shutting it once she was inside, then went around to the driver's side and got in myself.

We rode in silence for a few minutes. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the way she was twitching, adjusting her seatbelt, running her hands through her hair, tapping her fingers against the window. Finally, I decided I had to ask her the questions that were running through my mind.

"What are you on right now, Nat?" Silence in response. I sighed, deciding to try another question. "Who was that guy?"

"Jimmy," She answered, almost as if it were obvious. Like I should have known him.

"Jimmy?" I questioned. I hadn't looked at him very closely when I got to the club. Could he have been someone we went to school with?

"St. Jimmy," She responded, a sort of awe present in her voice. I glanced over at her, able to see it reflected in her eyes as well. So I was no more informed than I had been a moment before…

"What did he give you?" I asked, staring intently at the road.

"Hmm?" Was her only response. As if she had no clue what I was talking about.

"Before we got in the car. You put it in your bag. What was it?" The silence now was uncomfortable. She didn't want me to know. She was drumming her fingers more rapidly against the window now, eyes darting around the car, searching for some distraction. Luckily for her we were outside of her house now.

"Goodnight, Henry, "she said abruptly, getting out of the car. She slammed the door shut and began on her way toward the front door, not giving me a chance to respond. I sighed and watched in silence until she entered the house. Once the door had been closed I turned back to the road and began the drive home, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before school.

((AN: That's it for this chapter! Review to let me know what you think. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon!))