A/N: Based on The Doctor's Assistant's work, Real Scars Don't Heal. My words, my continuation. I love you! ;)

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Chapter One

It was cold. Cameron's friend, Annabel, had been pestering her about a blind date. Cameron had finally given in and let her set it up. Cameron stood outside the hospital, teeth chattering as she waited for Annabel's friend to show. His name was Dylan, and Annabel had said that he was really sweet, and cute, too.

A bright blue Jetta pulled up in front of her. A boyishly handsome head popped out the window, brown curls bouncing into a sparkling pair of sea-green eyes.

"You're Anna's friend, Allison?"

"Yeah. You must be Dylan."

"That's me," Dylan flashed a row of perfect teeth at her.

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"So what do you do for a living?" Cameron and Dylan stepped into a beautiful Italian restaurant. He pulled the chair out for her. The air was warm, thick, and heavy. It smelled of wonderful spices, and coffee.

"I'm an architect," Dylan replied. "That's how Annabel and I met."

A waiter approached the table. "Are you ready to order?"

Dylan ordered spaghetti and a glass of white wine. Cameron found her eyes lingering towards the window. She saw a familiar blonde-headed doctor walk past. A scarf covering his face, and a gray wool coat pulled tight around him, Chase stumbled into the bitingly cold wind. "Must be walking home.." Cameron mused.

He glanced through the window, and their eyes met for a split second. Out of the corner of her eye, Cameron saw his shoulders sag, and his face fall as he trudged away. "Chase is in the past," she assured herself. "He has feelings for me that I don't return. I don't have feelings for him. I never will."

Three days ago she had a put a stop to their "uncomplicated sex". Chase loved her, and she didn't feel the same.

"Uh, Allison? Haha, you need to order.."

Cameron's eyes slid back into focus, her mind leaving Chase in the cold. Dylan was leaning across the table, all thick chestnut curls and dimples.

They laughed, and talked, and flirted. Dylan really was quite a charming gentleman. Cameron had a lot in common with him, and enjoyed their intelligent conversation. She found herself forgetting Australian accents, and cute blondes in lab coats.

It was late when Cameron finally checked her watch.

"Oh God, I better be getting home.." Cameron laughed.

Dylan smiled. They split the bill, and left the restaurant. Dylan held open the door for her, and they hurried to his car.

After a short drive they pulled up outside her building. Dylan stepped out of his car, and bustled across to open her door. She noticed an odd look on his face. Almost as if he was.. excited?

Cameron shrugged it off, ignoring the strange nervousness in her gut. She just wanted to get to her apartment, take a shower, and get to sleep.

"Thanks Dylan. I had a lot of fun tonight," she said with a small smile.

"I'll walk you up,"

"There's really no need.."

"I insist," Dylan said, leaning closer. He smelled absolutely amazing, and he had been so sweet the entire night..

"Okay then," Cameron blushed lightly.

They walked up two flights of stairs, and stopped at 204.

Cameron turned around, leaning against the door. She looked up at Dylan, filled with a warm buzzing. "Thanks for tonight, it was really… nice,"

A gentle smile crossed his lips, and he tilted his head forwards slightly to kiss her. Cameron bit her lip, not sure what to do, and turned her head so he caught her cheek instead.

She looked back, and Dylan's eyes were filled with anger, and embarrassment. His face looked totally different, with a tight grimace, and stormy eyes. Cameron turned to open her door, wanting now more than ever to just get inside.

"Goodnight," Cameron said in a hurry as she turned to close her door.

Dylan growled, eyes dangerously menacing, moving his hands from the doorframe. He thrust open the half-closed door, and pushed Cameron onto the floor. Dylan slammed the door shut, and turned on her.

She lay there, too surprised to move quickly enough, or even scream.

Dylan dropped on top of her, his warm, heavy body pinning her by the hips. He smacked her hard across her cheek, and twisted her wrist above her head.

"Don't! Please!" Cameron begged, her sense finally waking up. She thrashed roughly, but he was just too much. He was too strong, and too big. He'd had the upper hand since the moment he closed that door.

He snatched her cell phone from her pocket, and smashed it against the wall. Tears streamed down her face.

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