A/N: That's it. I'm starting my Christmas story right now. And yes, it will be absolutely totally freaking different. Cause that's me. Different. And no, I'm sorry to say that there won't be Angell. Or Natalie. Or Haylen. I know how much you love them especially Angell. But I want there to be a slash background couple and an OC. SMACked, DLL, Sheldon/Adam, and Don/OC. Don't whine at me. He's the easiest to give an OC to. Especially this one. Okay, have fun!

Disclaimer: Yeah, sure. *goes and gets ready to sing Christmas Carols in November*
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Aimee Symantha Brasyn was different and everyone at NYU told her. She always had her nose in a book and at 21, had never had a "bed buddy" unlike her 18 year old sisters at LIM college, Jeordyn and Elisabeth, who were charismatic and let the world know.

She constantly had her long brown hair down, hiding behind the lime green and turquoise highlights. Her thin framed glasses were in her hair when she was watching a lecture or on her nose when she was reading or taking notes.

Aimee had been working towards her doctorate in forensics since she'd graduated from her small high school in Afton, New York at 17. The small town had barely 1000 people and she'd been the first of her class to graduate. Her IQ was off the charts but she didn't show it. She hid behind her laptop and books.

Aimee was almost done with her doctorate course. She had less than a month. But right now, she was rushing through the mall's aftermath of Black Friday to get the new laptop she'd ordered. Along with the Mp3 players for Elisabeth and Jeordyn and camera for her father.

Damien Brasyn was a gentle man. He'd lost his wife when Aimee's younger brother, Alexander, had been born almost 15 years before. Aimee mourned the loss of her mother every time she saw her brother, who looked as though they'd transferred all of her mother into him. Aimee loved Alexander, but she couldn't help but miss her mother.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz." Aimee rushed to help the tall man she'd run into. But, at 5' 3", everyone was tall, so she couldn't be sure.

"No, it's my fault, I didn't see you." He said, a deep New York accent rumbling.

"That's easy to do since I'm so short." She said as she picked up her bag.

"Nah, I'm usually more observant." He picked up the last box that'd fallen and stood to his full height.

Aimee estimated he probably had to be 6' 3" if not taller. "Well, if that's everything..." she trailed off, starting to walk in the other direction.

"Erm...actually, let me buy you a drink?" He asked.

"Can I at least know your name then?" Aimee asked back, trying and succeeding in being snarky.

"Don Flack." Don said, holding out his hand and grinning widely.

Aimee's eyes widened with knowing. "You're Don Flack?! Junior?! As in, THE Don Flack Jr. of the NYPD? Detective Don Flack?!" She pressed.

"Yes." Don sighed. Another crazy fan. He thought.

"Wow. I'm almost done with my doctorate in forensics at NYU. Aimee Brasyn." She shook his hand.

"Very wow. Look, let me get you a drink, say, 8 o' clock at O' Flannery's?" His eyebrows raised.

"Sure. I know the place. I'll see you then, Don Flack." Aimee said and turned to leave.

"Surely will, Aimee Brasyn." Don said as Aimee walked away.

When Aimee reached the store she was looking for she told the man at customer service about her ordered items and grabbed them when he set them down, recipt taped to the top of her sisters' Mp3 players. She counted gifts and realized that Alexander needed a gift.

Aimee puttered around the store and looked at the gift cards. "What chain stores do they have in Afton now anyway?" She asked herself, pulling out her buzzing cell. It was her roommate, Marjorie.

"What up Marj?" Aimee asked

"Not'in' much."Marjorie answered. "Where are you Aimes?" She asked.

"Radio Shack at the mall. I was gettin' the fam's gifts." Aimee said as she grabbed an iTunes giftcard and walked to the guy at the register.

"K, well, I was just callin' to tell ya that some guy called here and said that he had your notebook. The one with your sketches." Marjorie said, looking at the number that was taped to the countertop.

Aimee's eyes widened as she opened her bag after tossing $30 on the counter to pay for the giftcard. "Oh my God. Well, glad my number was on the inside of it. Thanks Marj. What's the number?" Aimee asked as she slipped the giftcard under the stack of gifts and walked out of the store.

Marjorie rattled off the number to Aimee who wrote it on her hand after setting her boxes on a table outside the Starbucks next door.

"Margie, you are a lifesaver. Thanks hun." Aimee said as she hung up on the younger woman.

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Aimee shifted the bags in her arms so she could actually make it up to her dorm without dropping anything. Marjorie was standing by the entrance to the dorms so she could help her friend.

The two were complete opposites in every way but brains. Marjorie's IQ was as high as Aimee's if not higher. She'd grown up rich in Atlanta, Georgia as an only child with her CEO mother and lawyer father. She was a loud and rowdy blonde who loved to party on the weekends. She threw herself into studies on the weekdays and at 19, was already halfway through two different masters and a bachelors degree, all in some kind of educating. The bachelors was in sociology, one masters was high school math and the other in high school chemistry.

Marjorie took some of the bags and one of the freshmen opened the door for the two older girls.

"So. Who's the hot shot native who called the dorm?" Marjorie asked Aimee.

"His name's Don Flack. We literally ran into each other at the mall and he invited me to have drinks at O'Flannery's tonight at 8. But he's a detective, so I wonder if he'll call if he can't come." Aimee asked herself as Marj opened the door to their room.

"Of course he will." Marjorie was wise beyond her years when it came to men. "He's older, smart, obviously handsome if he asked you out, and he's a cop! For God's sake he's perfect!" Marjorie said to the older woman.

"I know but... he's like 27, the youngest level 1 cop in the state and he's amazingly amazing!" Aimee flopped onto the couch.

"Honey, look at yourself. He's perfect for you and you're perfect for him. It's the only way it's gonna even begin if you see yourself as equal to him in everything." Marj looked at Aimee.

"You're so right Marj. Thanks." Aimee hugged the taller woman. "Help me pick out something. Preferably that matches my hair?" She asked.

"Of course. I think I have a royal blue sweater and a grey coat that'd go perfectly together." Marj said, leading her friend into her room.
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A/N: And? Do you like it? PLEASE tell me with a review. The things are like chocolate and well, I don't like chocolate but that's beside the point. They're goodness and they make me smile! Unlike my stomach at the moment. Okay, review, flame policy stands wherever it may be.

Kisses and Drinks

~Sarah~