Authors Notes: Well, hello! My first W.I.T.C.H fic. Yay! It's a Will x OC. OC is a girl so if you don't like it just really don't read it! I'm basing this on the cartoons seeing as I've yet to read one of the comics but I'm keeping with the fact that Will's dad is a not nice. It makes more sense to me and also is one of the driving factors in Will's relationship with my OC Dylan. Yes, I know, Dylan's a guys name. No, it's Unisex! AU. Angst. No lemons though, lemons disturb me…
Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H if I did Will wouldn't be with Matt! She'd be with Irma or Cornelia. Gah! They'd have a castle in the sky next to Tifa and Aeris!
Dylan
Jessica sighed to her self as she glanced over at the girl in the passenger seat of her car. The girl had jet-black hair, a milky complexion and was sporting a rather painful looking black eye and an equally painful split lip. Jessica knew that most of the bruises were hidden. 'How did I let things get this bad?' She asked herself. 'How could I let this happen?'
Jessica knew her sister wasn't the best mother but she never dreamt that she could allow such things to happen to her niece. She couldn't believe that her sister had just stood by and watched as her daughter got beaten by her stepfather. That fact brought a tear to her eye. She knew how it felt to be beaten, to be so afraid. To feel so helpless. So worthless. The girl's mother wasn't her biological sister; no she was her foster sister. However, their bond was as strong as any one forged by blood. Molly was the first child Jessica met in her very first foster home. Molly was there for Jessica in those sorrow-filled years. She was there to hold her when she cried; she was there when the nightmares of her past taunted her in her sleep. Jessica had been there for Molly when she fell pregnant with Dylan, she helped the terrified 15-year-old single mother in those first months alone with her child. She visited them everyday after school, she watch Dylan when Molly went to work. Well that was until Molly got a job in some far of state when little Dylan was just 2years old. She tried to visit but something always seemed to come up.
They had fallen into the deep recesses of her mind, popping up now and again but falling back just as quickly. That is until she got a phone call from a panic-stricken 13-year-old girl claiming to be Dylan Jessica Oliver. Jessica had spent the best part of an hour trying to calm the sobbing girl. When she finally did she couldn't believe her ears, she couldn't believe what the girl was telling her. That Molly, her childhood best friend/older sister, was now an neglectful drug addict who let her husband use her daughter as a human punching bag. It was all too much, had Dylan not convinced her to come see for herself she never would have believed it. Sure enough when she arrived at Molly's trailer park home, she saw it all for herself. She had managed to get Molly to agree that it'd be best if she took Dylan for a while, her husband however was another story. I took 4 hours of Jessica drilling home that fact that he wasn't Dylan's father, that Henry Oliver was her father, before he finally conceded. That's how the girl ended up in her car heading towards her home of Heatherfield. Dylan had been asleep for about an hour before they arrived. Jessica would enrol her at Sheffield Institute when her bruises healed up.