The frustrated brunette leaned forward trying to see out of her windshield. The wipers were at full power, but they were no match for the snow storm. She now regretted having waited until the last minute to drive to the nearest town for provisions. She had been living in a secluded cabin for the past year, just her, her music, and nature. Unfortunately, she often forgot about everything except her music and did not make the long trek to the nearest town until her food was nearly gone. The radio announcer had said the snow storm was due that night and would probably leave many stranded for a couple of days. The announcer had been wrong and the storm had started half way through her trip back home. Luckily, she knew the road well and knew she was reaching the final curve before the turnoff for her cabin.

Suddenly bright yellow lights were directly in front of her and she was forced to veer right to miss the collision. She watched the small vehicle veer left and go into a spin before crashing into a mountain of snow on the side of the road from the safety of her old land rover that was built pretty much like a tank. Before she knew it she had ripped her seatbelt off and was running to help the people in the other vehicle. She saw a head of raven black hair slumped over the steering wheel. She knocked on the window loudly hoping to get the person's attention. "Hey are you okay? Can you open the door?" she yelled.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a couple minutes the person nodded yes and reached a hand out to unlock the door. She looked up and Mitchie found herself face to face with the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. Mitchie opened the door and held a hand out for the woman, who gratefully took it. "Are you okay?" questioned Mitchie.

"Yes, I'm fine. Believe it or not the snow cushioned the impact," said the taller girl before placing a hand on her belly. "Baby's a little restless though."

Mitchie's eyes widened as she looked down and saw a very pregnant belly. "You're pregnant," she whispered almost inaudibly. "Are you sure you're okay. I think we need to get you to a doctor," insisted Mitchie.

"I'm fine, don't worry. We're both fine. I just need to call a tow truck so that I can get out of your hair," said the raven hair girl.

"Well I have a phone back at my place, but you won't be able to get a tow truck out here for a couple of days. Why don't you stay with me until then," suggested Mitchie reluctantly. She really didn't want this woman, beautiful or not, cramping her space. "I'm Mitchie by the way, Mitchie Torres," said Mitchie.

"Alex Ra-Russo," she said catching her slip. She had nearly given her marriage last name and that's the last thing she wanted to do. She had been able to remain undetected for the past few months and she knew not to trust anyone. Alex had recognized Mitchie since the moment she saw her. You would have to live under a rock not to recognize international rock star Mitchie Torres. Taking a final look at her car she realized that she had no choice other than trusting Mitchie. "I wouldn't like to be a burden, but it seems like I don't have much choice," said Alex apologetically.

Mitchie helped Alex into the passenger side of the land rover and headed towards her cabin. "What brings you out here in these weather conditions," asked Mitchie in an attempt to make small talk.

Alex had learnt to lie on her feet, so she quickly fabricated a story. "I was heading to Carson City. I have an aunt there that I'm gonna be staying with," explained Alex. In reality Alex was headed to Carson City, but had no family to speak of. She had been orphaned at a young age and made her way through the foster system until Brian had discovered her. She had mostly appeared in foreign films and small commercials, so she hoped that Mitchie would not recognize her.

"Well this is my place," declared Mitchie as she got out of the car and circled around to open the door for Alex. She held a hand out to help Alex get out of the SUV and then walked to her front door to let her in. The cabin was small, but beautiful. It had a combined kitchen and living area along with a door that seemed to lead into a bedroom. "So this is pretty much it. The bedroom is through there," indicated Mitchie as she pointed to the closed door. "Why don't you lay down for a bit? I'm gonna take the bags out of the car and build a fire for warmth," explained Mitchie.

Alex continued to look around the cabin as Mitchie made a fast exit. There were papers strewn about everywhere along with a couple of guitars and an old piano. Alex knew that Mitchie composed much of her own music and songs that she sold to other artists. The past year had been a whirlwind for Alex, but she had briefly heard that Mitchie had dropped off the radar although she didn't catch the reason why. The young singer looked to be in good health just a bit solemn. Alex finally made her way towards the bedroom and lay down. She fell asleep almost instantly.

Mitchie finished brining the bags in and concentrated on building a roaring fire. This was the last thing she needed, a beautiful, pregnant woman in her house. She wanted to be alone, which is why she had left Los Angeles. There were very few people that Mitchie cared about, but for some reason she felt protective towards this woman and the baby that she was carrying. Mitchie walked towards the room and noticed Alex sleeping, so she took a blanket and covered the sleeping form before exiting the bedroom.