A/N: Alright, I know, I have bunches of SWAC fics to finish, but this idea struck me, and I can't not write it. I'm using one of two OCs that are gonig to pop up in all kinds of stuff I do. I have no idea how long this is going to be, and nto even necessarily where it's going...But I'm just gonna run with it. =) It's going to suck and be more OOC than you can imagine, but too bad. Oh, and it's going to be Ten. (My favorite Doctor!)

And I'm going to give first person a chance. Hooray....

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I sat there, the last few minutes of my Russian Lit class, waiting anxiously for the professor to finally set us free.

His voice droned on. The same old monotone he always uses, making the clock hands seem to beat that much slower.

I watch him with intensity. I saw every move his mouth made, waiting for it to form the words 'you may go,' or 'goodbye class.'

He seemed to be getting closer to that moment. Warning us that we really should study for our final.

Oh right....this is our last class....Somehow I'd forgotten that while being bored to death. Just get through this and the final and you can turn your back on the Russians and they're tediously long books...

I was tapping the toe of my worn out chucks against the floor quietly. I saw his mouth start to form those magical words and time seemed to slow, right on the spot.

Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit.

He checked his watch and let out a sigh. He could tell no one was paying attention anymore. We were all dying to get out of there. "Alright, see you all for finals..."

I immediately jumped out of my seat, grabbed my things and rushed to the door.

Of course, the fact that I was anxious to get out of the class wasn't the only reason for my rushing out. I also had to get to work.

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I rushed in, out of breath, to work and glanced up at the clock. Dammit...I was actually five minutes early.

I worked as an orderly in the local hospital: Boston Medical Center. I change the beds, discharge patients, stuff like that. It's not the most exciting job in the world, but the pay is decent. Well...decent enough for a college student anyway...

I took a moment to glance at the wall of Our Dearly Departed. It was a bulletin board with pictures of hospital employees that had passed. I only knew two of them, and just barely.

One was a lady who worked in the cafeteria who died in a kitchen fire eighteen months ago. The other was a nurse, five months ago. She had been working the graveyard shift and at two in the morning, right in front of the hospital, her scrubs got lit on fire by her cigarette. It may be against policy to smoke on the property, but she didn't deserve to die for it...

As usual, work just droned on. Everything interesting that happened just happened around me. I mean, you meet some interesting people while you're pushing the patients out in the wheelchairs, but that's it. Nothing exciting for me.

Although....on this particular day, I did see something that was...curious. Or rather, someone.

I was up in the psychiatric ward, changing the bedding in the rooms.

There was this one particular patient that I had gotten to know relatively well. I noticed one day that I never saw anyone coming to visit him, no one in his room besides Dr Carozza, his psychiatrist, a great woman I'd also gotten to know over the course of my few months at the hospital.

It was a shame really. It's always a shame when no one visits a patient, but this was different.

He was a child.

Lonely little Damon MacDonald.

I found out along the way that his parents had died in a house fire two years ago. He was just six.

No one should be left alone like that. Everyone deserves a friend.

And I became that friend for him. He took quite a liking to me. Asked me about school, my...lack of a social life, and just...how I was doing. He was a sweet kid.

Which is why I took an interest when I saw some strange man talking to him in his room.

As I was walking by, I was lucky enough to catch Dr Carozza.

"Doctor...Who's that man talking to Damon? I've never seen him before."

"Some sort of cop. Apparently evidence turned up that suggests his parents' deaths weren't an accident. He needs to ask him questions."

"What? Is he crazy? Doesn't he realize what that could do to him?!"

"Maybe. I would've gone in there with him, but I have to tend to my other patients. He doesn't really trust anyone else. Well...besides you. You can go in there with him if you'd like."

I just nodded, my face straight and walked in.

Damon was facing the window, looking away, to the right of the strange man. He must have heard me walk in though because after not too long, he turned to me, his face brightened up like a light switch had just been turned on. "Kylie!"

"Hey Damon."

I glanced quickly over to the supposed cop and saw what seemed to be a look of relief. As I approached Damon's hospital bed and leaned down to give him a hug, the man spoke to me. "Well hello!" His voice seemed quirky...and chipper. Not quite right for a cop. "I'm...uh, Detective Smith," he told me with an enormous grin on his face in a British accent.

For a very short - almost unnoticeable - moment, he seemed unsure of his own name.

I glanced down to see that he was extending his hand to me. "Uh...umm, Kylie. Nice to meet you."

I was caught off guard, basically dumbfounded by this man's cheery tone and....not-so-detective-like appearance. I mean, what kinf of detective where's chucks and bright blue suit? Or has hair like that?

"He seems a lot cheerier now that you're here. You a...friend?"

"Yeah...Do you mind if I....stay here while you question him? It's just...this is sort of a touchy subject for him, as you can imagine." I looked like the situation was a tad awkward for me, my hand flung back, fiddling with my short, black dyed ponytail, shuffling my shoes against the tile floor. "I just really think he should have someone in here with him."

He gandered at me for a moment, like he was processing something, but for a very quick moment. I'm not even sure he caught it.

"Yeah, sure," he returned with that same toothy grin.

I walked over and sat in the chair next to Damon's bed as he hold my hand. The Detective standing at the foot of the bed, leaning with his hands on the rail.

"So Damon...you notice anything strange the night of the fire? Any weird smell? Any...strange noises?"

"No sir," the kid replied politely. "I just....had a weird dream and woke up in the yard and saw my house on fire."

Oh my God. He woke up during the fire? Did he...did he hear his parents screams? Is that why he's in here?

"Huh..." Detective Smith had a thoughtful look on his face before he continued. "That dream - do you remember it? Have you had it since the night of the fire?"

What? Where is he going with this? Despite my doubting the man, I didn't question him. I had this...this gut feeling that he knew what he was doing. That....maybe he could help Damon.

"Sort of..." Damon said in his small voice. "When I have it, I can never remember what actually happened. Just...the feelings from it. I've had it twice since then."

"When?"

"Once about...a year and a half ago, and then again a few months ago."

"And what sort of feeling?"

"I felt...mad. Kind of like someone had been making fun of me, or betrayed me in some way."

I just knew that my face expressed my confusion.

I drew my gaze away from Damon and to the Detective. He looked like he knew something. Like Damon's dream told him something. But I couldn't imagine how that would help the case.

Then suddenly he stood up and his face was back to that overly chipper expression from before. But...something was different. His...his eyes. The smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Thanks for your help Damon. Sleep well, alright?"

Damon just smiled meekly at the man.

"Nice to meet you Kylie." He shot me a slightly less...excited smile than that grin of his. Almost like a smirk, but not entirely, then headed for the door.

Before he left he turned to me and winked, then just skipped off.

I just stood there, mouth agape, blinking in confusion.

"Uhm...uh....sorry Damon, I gotta get back to work. I'll see you on my break though, okay buddy?"

"Great!"

I walked to the door, then turned and leaned on the door frame. "Bye," I said with a small smile and a wave.

"Bye." He managed to muster a smile, but seemed a bit let down at the fact that I had to leave.

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The rest of my day went off as usual - no strange detectives bothering Damon. On my break I went to visit him, like I said.

When I walked in we exchanged greetings and when I pulled an ice cream cone from behind my back, his face lit up like a Christmas Tree.

We played a few rounds of Go Fish before it was time for me to get back to work. He won two out of three of them, without me even letting him win.

Of course...I'm not really sure how ou can let someone win at Go Fish... It's really more a matter of a luck of the draw... But whatever.

He seemed slightly less let down after I left that time. I guess because I spent my whole break with him, and he got to eat ice cream and play cards instead of get interrogated by some faux-hawked detective.

As I was leaving his room to get back to work, I was stopped by Dr Carozza.

"Kylie, do you have a minute?"

"Uhm...just about. I'm nearly off my break, so I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to make it quick."

"Don't worry, I won't keep you," she said with a chuckle.

"Okay, what's up?"

"I just wanted to thank you for spending time with Damon. As you know, he doesn't have any family, so no one comes to visit him. He only ever really spoke to me, and even then he barely said anything. But when you came along, he really started to open up. I mean, he's still pretty closed off, but a hell of a lot less than he was before. So thanks," She said with a smile, placing her hand warmly on my arm before walking away.

As I continued with my work (which was longer than usual. I had picked up a double shift to help out a friend/co-worker. The extra cash is a nice bonus too...) I kept thinking of what she said. Somehow I had managed to change someone. And I hadn't even thought about it that way. I just thought he should have someone to talk to.

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I finally got off work at ten thirty at night.

I was yawning quite a bit as I took my usual short cut past the morgue. And that's when I heard a crash. I figured it was just the coroner or some lab tech that dropped something. But then I heard voices.

I inched towards the door, making sure to avoid getting too close to the small window. I put my ear against the door to listen in, barely making any of it out.

At first all I heard was someone muttering through tears. But then I made out what she was saying.

"No! Please, kid, I didn't do anything!! Please don't hurt me!"

There was a pause, like she was waiting for a response. All I could hear was...was wooshing, and crackling.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything! It's not my fault!! Please!"

I couldn't bare it. I couldn't just listen to her cry out for who ever it was to stop. I had to help her.

I pushed the door open slowly, peeking around the metal door. The door only open a crack, she glanced over to me.

It hurt to see someone look that helpless. I knew I had to get her out of there. I peeked through the window. I could see the other person who was there with her.

Except...it wasn't a person. All I could see was flames. And they were...moving?

I focused on them more. And the longer I looked at them, the easier it was for me to see a shape.

At the ceter of the flames was the shape of a small human body.

It was moving towards her, slowly moving up its hand and pointing at her.

Something came over me and I swung the door open with all the force I could muster.

Slowly the thing turned towards me. And it seemed almost like it....cocked its head to the side.

And then it started for me.

Oh crap. I froze there. I was unable to move, I was so scared.

The woman, who you'd think would've had the common sense to run away...just backed to the counter, her hand to her mouth as she cowered.

I stumbled back, my hands behind me...for support I guess. The door, very slowly, started to swing shut.

And then I felt someone grab my hand.

That jolted me out of my trance of terror and I looked over to my left to see who it was.

"Run."

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A/N: Alrighty! That's it for chapter one! Hope you guys are liking Kylie. I know I do! And sorry for the lack of physical description on her. I'll go more into in later chapters, I promise!

Sorry for any Doctor OOC-ness. For this and in the future.

Oh, and so far as the fire thingy, rest assured it's not a corpse on the ground on fire that's...moving. Think of it more like the human torch from Fantastic Four about two feet shorter and with the flames going out about 8 inches from the body itself. And with no distinguishable features...Yeeeeaaaahhh....

Any guesses as to what's going on?

And the user name? Kylie Robbins? Yeah - the OC's name. Not mine. I'm not doing a self-insertion here.

Hope to see some good reviews! And by good, I mean nice and lengthy. I don't care if you flame the crap out of it. I just want to know why.

Don't just want to see "Hey. You suck....and so does this." If you don't like it, give me a bloody good reason!! I'll give you a virtual hug for it!! (Besides, if you hate it, you more than likely read it...)