A/N: OK, so I realized there are no fics out there on a certain somebody. So, I typed this up. May continue. May not. Ye have been warned.

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The subway was jam packed, full of pick pockets and junkies. Anybody who was a native New Yorker knew the basics: never keep anything in your back pockets, keep a hold on your purse, and don't start getting in a daze.

Of course, a certain somebody on this subway was not a native New Yorker.

Her dark eyes looked around her as she tried to find a way to squeeze past everybody and find something to grab onto before the subway began moving again. She heard a crackled voice on the intercom as the doors slid shut and the subway started with a jolt before she could grab anything. She fell over almost immediately, not used to the sudden movement.

She wasn't even a New Yorker, technically. Not yet. She was only visiting to see if she could find a place to move into once she finished her graduate degree. So far, her first visit to the Big Apple had consisted of nearly tripping over a homeless bum in the street and having to deal with a total pervert as he eyed her suspiciously.

She picked up her purse, whose contents had scattered all over the floor of the subway, trying to shove everything back in. She looked around for her wallet, but couldn't see it anywhere. Could somebody have grabbed it so quickly? She found it (thankfully) underneath one of the seats and grabbed it before somebody could even think of snatching it. She felt a few curious eyes bore into her back, and it was pretty hard to ignore them. Is it that obvious I'm not from around here?

She brushed off her business suit after straightening up, grabbing onto a handle at the last possible second. No sooner had she grabbed the handle did she feel another horrid jerk that made her stomach toss. A few more crackling sounds from the intercom, and she struggled to figure out where in the world they were stopping at.

She tapped a business man on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but do you know what-?"

The subway came to a stop and the doors opened. The man got off without even glancing at her. She made after him, ready to bug him until he paid any notice to her, but he was gone before she could say anything else. She looked up, seeing a sign marking where she was now. It meant nothing to her. Some street. All she knew was she had to get somewhere and she had no idea how to do it.

"Lost, honey?"

She turned around to see an old lady in a chair. She was smiling softly. The almost college graduate sighed, nodding. The woman smiled still. "Where you need to get to?"

The young woman fumbled for something in her purse. She then pulled out a piece of paper and began reading from it. "Err...I need to get to the Legal Aid Offices, on 16th street..."

"That's this stop, honey. You better run off before it's too late."

She didn't need another explination. She dodged out of the subway just in time, squeezing between the doors as they began to close. She gave a sigh, relieved she had made it. She straightened out her suit again before making her way up the stairs to the sunny street above.

"Gotta dollar, sweetie?"

She jumped, stopping on the steps just before she stepped on yet another homeless man, sitting on the steps with nothing but a lawn chair next to him. The woman gave a dejected shrug, rushing off before the man could ask her again. What a crazy city...

She stopped at the top of the staircase, spotting a map. She sighed, checking it, trying to decipher it with all the graffiti that had been drawn on it, re-naming some of the streets to words she'd preffer not to have seen. After a moment of examining, she looked in the direction the map indicated to get to the building she wanted. Just across the street, she saw a big building. She sighed, hoping she had found the right place. She began to walk across the street...

BEEP! She froze, just before a speeding taxi zoomed in front of her. The taxi driver glared at her, making a very rude gesture with his hand before speeding away. She continued crossing, still slightly shocked. Not only is it crazy, it's downright crude

"Are you Ms. Jefferson?"

She looked up, seeing a confused business man with a very large nose standing in front of the door. The woman paused before nodding slowly. The man gave a big sigh. "Thank goodness you're here. Your parents are on the tenth floor, room 102." She gave him a thankful smile before hurrying in through the revolving door into the building.

She got into the elevator, tapping her foot impatiently as it slowly began to ascend. She took a moment to recollect. I'm going to a meeting with my parents to secure my job in their legal firm once I've graduated in a month in June. They will want to know how everything has been in Harvard. How much should I tell them? 'Yes, Mother, Harvard is wonderful. ...Do I have a new boyfriend? Well, not exactly...' 'Father, of course I'm keeping up on my schoolwork. ...Have I made any friends? You could say that...' ...No, what should I tell them?

There was a soft ding as the elevator doors slowly opened. She strode onto the floor, checking the door numbers as she went. "115...114...113..."

Seriously, what if they ask about that kind of thing? They would totally flip if they found out their little Joanne...

"109...108..."

...whom they had paid so much money for to attend this prestigious college...

"105...104..."

...went lesbian.

"102." She stopped in front of the door of the offending office, taking a deep breath before knocking sharply on the polished wood.

There was the sound of papers ruffling as she heard a deep voice call out. "Is that my little Kitten?"

Joanne rolled her eyes as the doorknob turned and the door opened, revealing her father. He was a little on the pudgy side, but definitely not immensely so. His hair was gray and balding, and his little nose was like a little button. The old man smiled, pulling his daughter into a hug. "How is my Kitten?"

The soon-to-be lawyer smiled, rolling her eyes as her father tried to stand on tiptoe to measure up to her height. (She was around a head taller than him.) "I'm great, Dad."

"Oh, I need to let your mother know you're here." Her father let go of her, and went over to his desk, pushing a button. "Honey? She's here!" Joanne could hear her mother's voice give an excited squeal as she heard a door open and shut just down the hallway. Joanne peeked out of the doorway and saw her mother, also slightly pudgy and just barely shorter than her, came at her and gave him a big hug just like her father.

Joanne stood there, as her mother began to cry over-emotionally. "Oh, I've missed my baby so much!"

The young woman could do nothing but hug her mother back, rolling her eyes. "I missed you too, Mom."

Her mother let go of her, before leading her back into the office and shutting the door behind her. "So...how is Harvard?"

Here we go... "It's great, Mom." Joanne smiled half heartedly. Please don't ask about...

"Do you have any new boyfriends?" Her father gave a chuckle. Mrs. Jefferson gave her husband a stern look, but her eyes crinkled with laughter just like his.

Joanne gave a convincing laugh. "Ha ha. You were always so funny, Father." OK, you have to tell them...

Her father laughed, jolly, like some sort of Santa Claus. "Oh, tell us about him, Kitten."

Joanne felt her face turn red (which is hard to do for somebody of her ethnicity, mind you) at she began thinking of a way to explain this to her parents. Her mother chuckled. "Honey, don't pester her! She'll tell us about him if she wants. As long as he's a respectable young man, she knows we'll approve of him."

How am I supposed to do this? "Well...Mom...Dad..." She smiled, lovingly.

Obviously she gave something away from her attitude. She had tried to hide her nerves, but it must have shown as her mother's face grew concerned. "...What is it?"

"I...well, you see, you have to understand..." They're going to flip no matter how you tell them. "I don't have a boyfriend."

They both looked dejected. This made her feel even worse. Her father patted her softly on the arm. "Don't worry, Kitten. What young man wouldn't fall in love with such a beauty?"

Just say it. "I...have a girlfriend."

Silence. Dead...utter...and complete silence. Joanne gave a nervous laugh. "Well...there you have it." How could her parents, two of the most traditional, heavily strict Catholics, ever accept this?