(Hopefully you guys will enjoy this, I apologise in advance if it's terrible)

Driving home at 3am was not fun. But, when you work in a nightclub it's kind of to be expected.

Well, worked.

As she reached the red light, Alex leant her head on the steering wheel, recalling the night's events.

- "Hey, baby" the guy at the end of the bar slurred for what seemed like the hundredth time as she passed him. "Darlin', I'm talkin' to you!"

She sighed and turned face him, plastering on her biggest fake smile, "What can I get you?"

"How 'bout a kiss?"

"I only do drinks, sorry pal" Alex went to move away, but the strong grasp on her wrist prevented her. He leant across the bar, pulling her close to him, the stench of alcohol on his breath was enough to make her gag.

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm paying you here. So if I want some extra...service, it's your job to provide that." Something in the way he spoke made her skin crawl. And though she tried to move again, she couldn't fight her way out of his grip before his lips crashed into hers.

Quick to react, Alex brought her hand up, slapping him hard around the face and in his disorientation, she managed to step out of his grasp.

The man chuckled. "Feisty. I like that." He reached for her again and her hand shot out instinctively, the heel of her palm connecting with his nose producing a crunch. He doubled over in pain, clutching his bloody nose and Alex felt a twinge of pride. But that feeling was short-lived as her boss, Jack, rushed over.

"Alex! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He began apologising profusely to the man still cradling his nose.

"This guy seemed to think that my job was to provide him with a special 'service'" she spat back at Jack. How was she the one in the wrong here?

"Your job is whatever he says it is! He owns the club!" -

And, well, that was the end of that. Not that she wasn't glad to be out of there, but Alex didn't much like the idea of being unemployed.

The car behind her beeped it's horn, pulling her out of her thoughts and she could see that the light had changed to green. Alex carried on driving and the nearer she got to her apartment building, the quieter the roads became.

Music. That'd make her feel better.

She only took her eyes off the road for a second to switch on the radio when she heard the sickening thud of something bouncing off her bonnet. Slamming on the brakes, Alex squeezed her eyes tightly shut, silently praying that she'd imagined it and that when she opened her eyes, the road in front of her would be completely clear.

Unfortunately life was not that kind, and in the middle of the road there was a dark figure sprawled out on the tarmac.

"Shit."

Slowly, Alex opened the door and stepped out of the car, the cold night air especially chilling now. I couldleave, she thought before shaking the thought away, I can't just leave them.

She approached the seemingly lifeless form, crouching down beside them - Please don't be dead.

Long hair obscured the face but she was pretty sure that it was a man. Alex reached out a hand with the intention of moving the chestnut locks.

But just then he groaned, causing Alex to fall back, shocked at the sound but relieved that he was at least alive. Rolling onto his back with another groan revealed a metal arm, it's silver gleaming in her bright headlights.

Well, that's impressive if not completely unnerving.

His eyes shot open and he looked directly at Alex, the intensity of his stare freezing her to the spot. He looked angry - which was understandable, considering she had just hit him with her car. Alex made a move to apologise, but he started, as though he was going to attack her until he found that the pain in his ribs was to intense, causing him to cry out.

"Don't move," she said, pulling out her phone, "I'm gonna call you an ambulance."

"No..." he protested weakly, "No ambulance."

Alex debated whether to listen to him or not, but considering she'd done this to him, she really wasn't in a position to argue. She sighed, "Fine. Let me put you in the car and I'll take you to the hospital myself."

"Can't... I can't go to the hospital..." His pain was evident from his voice, but there was something else. He almost seemed scared, panicking slightly at her suggestion. Why couldn't he go to the hospital?

Worried that he'd cause himself more damage, Alex placed her hand gently on his arm trying to calm him down, "Okay...okay. No hospital." She sighed resignedly, knowing that there was only one other option. "Let's get you up and into the car. I'll take you back to my apartment and patch you up there."

Slowly she helped him to sit upright, watching him carefully to see when the pain worsened before putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling him up, acting as a human crutch. Alex sat him in the passenger seat, clipping his seat belt into place. As she looked at his face she noticed that his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. She really hoped that he was just asleep and hadn't passed out.

Closing the car door as quietly as she could, Alex moved to the driver's side, taking in a few deep breaths of the cold air, letting the night's events sink in.

First she was assaulted, then she was fired, then she hits a guy with her car, a guy who refused medical attention and panicked at just the mention of a hospital. This guy could be a psychopathic killer for all she knew... and she was taking him back to her apartment.

"Well done, Alex. Excellent night's work." She muttered to herself before starting the car.