A/N: My first Hannah fic in a LONG time. Fun! It moves a little fast, and the characters will probably end up way OOC, but hey, it's fanFICTION.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana, the song Rockstar, or the song One in a Million

Sixteen-year-old Miley, dressed as Hannah Montana, hurriedly fixed her makeup before going on stage. Lilly, dressed as Lola Lufnagle, waited for her next to the stage. As Miley hurried up the stage steps, someone handed her a microphone and turned up the stage lights. Miley waved to the audience and started her first song.

"Sometimes I walk a little faster

In the school hallway

Just to get next to you

Some days I spend a little extra

Time in the morning

Dress to impress you

Guess you don't notice

Guess you don't need this

Sad you're not seeing…"

At that moment, someone accidentally turned on one of the audience lights. It shined directly into Miley's eyes, and because she was dancing near the edge of the stage, she tripped and fell. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was seeing Lilly and her dad leaning over her.

The next thing Miley remembered was waking up in a hospital room. The first thing she saw was her dad walking into the room from the hallway.

"Daddy! What happened?" she asked. He sighed, his eyes tired.

"Miles, do you remember falling off the stage?" he asked. She nodded. "Well…the doctors think that because of the way you landed, you broke at least one of your vertebrae and it severed your spinal cord." He stopped.

"What does that mean, Daddy?" she asked, fright creeping into her voice. He sighed again.

"Bud, I'm afraid that means you'll probably never walk again." He looked down at the floor.

Miley's breath caught in her throat. She whimpered. "Never again?" she asked. Before waiting for an answer, she started to cry. Just then, Lilly walked into the room from the hallway. As she caught sight of Miley's teary eyes and heard her sobs, Lilly wrapped her arms around her best friend.

"I'm so sorry, Miley. But it'll be okay. We're still here for you. Oliver and Jackson are waiting outside. Even though things are going to be different for you now, you'll still have a support system behind you." Lilly ran her fingers through Miley's tangled hair. Her eyes widened. "Miles, you fell off a Hannah stage. You don't have your wig anymore. They found out." Miley shook her head and wiped her eyes.

"I don't care. I just want to go back to before I fell. I do not want to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life." Lilly nodded.

"I know, Miley. And I'm sorry." She pointed to the IV in Miley's arm and the room around them "But it happened, and this is what is going to make it easier." Mr. Stewart stood up from his seat in one of the nearby chairs.

"Lilly's right, Miley. Nothing's going to be the same for you, but you'll get used to it." Miley groaned.

"Why don't you two get it? I don't want to get used to it! I want to be normal again, and able to feel my legs and feet. And I want to be Hannah again." She turned away from them, facing the wall. Lilly stepped out with Mr. Stewart and pushed Oliver in. He stepped up to Miley's bed and put his hand on her shoulder. He started singing one of her songs, slightly off-key.

"How did I get here

I turned around

And there you were

I didn't think twice or rationalize

Cuz somehow I knew

That there was more than just chemistry

I mean I knew you were kind of into me

But I figured it's too good to be true

I said pinch me where's the catch this time

Can't find a single cloud in the sky…"

Miley rolled back over, pushing his hand away. "Why'd you have to sing that? I do not want to be reminded of my former pop star life." She closed her eyes, but didn't turn away.

Oliver put his hand back on her shoulder. "Because that's how I feel. And that's how I've felt since the first day of sixth grade, when I first met you. Even though I spread rumors about how you ate possum." A small smile flitted across her lips.

"Why in the world did you say that then?" she asked. He looked down at his hands.

"Because I didn't want anyone else to take you," Oliver said. Miley's lips turned up in an unmistakable smile.

"Really? That's kind of sweet…"