Title: Daybreak
Author: Soleil Fel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The gang's now in university, but things are far from resolved. The new guy in Claudia's life is hiding a secret, someone is trying to match-make Mary-Anne and Logan and Kristy begins to avoid Bart after a passion-filled night she has trouble remembering.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Ann M. Martin and the publisher, Scholastic Inc. No money is being made from this piece of writing.

A/N: It has been awhile since I've read BSC books, since Ann Martin stopped writing them a couple of years ago. However, that was before I found out about the BSC fanfiction section on . I've always wanted to develop her characters a bit more, especially the relationship between Kristy and Bart, which was rather unresolved in Kristy Bart = ? Kristy, Bart and the rest of the gang are now in university.

Chapter 1

A pale glow appeared on the blinds as the sun began to rise on the eastern horizon. Outside, the sky had taken on a purplish glow, as it usually did at dawn. Inside the darkened room, one of the figures stirred slightly.

On the bed, Kristy Thomas shifted her weight as she burrowed deeper into the covers. Giving a content sigh, she was just about to let sleep overtake her once more when something registered in her mind. Something was different, but she couldn't quite place on finger on what exactly it was.

As she was reluctantly pondering this in her half-awake state, her body immediately stiffened as an arm snaked about her waist and she soon found herself pressed intimately against a hard, male body. That was enough to send her from semi-consciousness to being fully alert within the space of a few seconds.

Kristy's first thought was to scream, but then the more rational part of her mind kicked in.
Her brown eyes flew open as she surveyed her surroundings. The glow from the window gave her a bit of light and as her eyes traveled around, she couldn't help but feel as though it was strangely familiar; yet, it wasn't her room - and that was all the information she needed.
She was in major trouble.

"Okay, Thomas, first things first." thought Kristy as she tried to calm down. She could feel her heart pounding rapidly against her chest as her breaths got shorter and quicker. Gently, with a calmness she did not feel, she started to slowly extract herself from his arms. To her dismay, his grip only tightened until she was pressed more tightly than before against the warm body behind her.

"Kristy..."

Kristy froze as she heard the faint mumble against her neck. It couldn't be! But she would have recognized that voice anywhere. How could she not, when she had unknowingly been pining away for him for so long?

All the pieces of the puzzle started to fall together. She knew where she was now. A sense of relief washed over her momentarily that she hadn't been so drunk that she had just gone all the way with a complete stranger. Then reality kicked in; she had just slept with...

She suddenly felt an urge to scream.

"I have to get out of here!"

Hastily, Kristy grabbed his hand and moved it away from her waist. Rolling over and off the bed, she grimaced as she moved her legs. Her body was practically aching all over and she could feel the tinges of a headache coming on.

Gritting her teeth, she groped around the floor in semi-darkness for her clothes. Even though he had probably seen her naked already, she didn't want to give him another chance. That and she wanted to be out of here before he woke up.

Minutes later, she pulled a sweatshirt over her head and with one final glance at the slumbering figure on the bed, she opened the door and closed it silently behind her.

Kristy ran down the stairs, skipping the last three steps and then immediately wishing that she hadn't when her head started spinning.

She didn't remember how exactly she finally made it back to the apartment on campus she shared with Mary-Anne, but when she arrived, she leaned heavily against the door while breathing in heavily.

After fumbling awkwardly for her keys from the pocket of her jeans, she stumbled into the living room and collapsed in a heap onto the floor. "Home sweet home," she thought sarcastically. A few moments later, she was hunched over the toilet, her stomach emptying itself of it's previous contents.

However, she did feel her headache decreasing in intensity after this and she smiled weakly as she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Her shoulder-length brown hair hung limply around her pale face and her eyes were bloodshot.

This certainly wasn't one of her better days, or in this case, nights.

After wiping her mouth off, she stumbled into her room, kicked her shoes off and threw herself onto the bed. She didn't even bother changing as she curled up under the covers and willed herself to sleep.

"Oh Bart, what have we done?" her mind cried out before she finally fell into an uneasy sleep.

To be continued.