A/N: This is something that I have had written out in the bottom of my sock drawer for weeks now, but have yet to publish until now! If you have a weak stomach, you may want to skip this chapter… Based off of a quote in episode 2x17 "Identity":

"Did you break his heart?"

"Actually, I think I did!"

"The first in a long line, I'm sure."

"No, there haven't been that many…"

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Disclaimer: If I owned Body of Proof, I would be out shopping with Jeri Ryan right now…which I'm not. Darn

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Chapter One: David Faulkner, Part One

Megan Hunt's first kiss was with David Faulkner, in the tenth grade.

You must understand that Megan Hunt was not exactly the most popular student at Roxborough High School. It wasn't that she was ugly or stupid, she was actually quite the opposite, but Megan Hunt had the worst reputation a person could possibly have.

She wasn't a serial killer, she wasn't a Goth who made all of her friends drink their own blood.

The reason for Megan Hunt's bad reputation was her family. Everyone knew that her mother was a judge – isn't that quite the euphemism – and that her father committed suicide a few years prior to her entering high school. It was fear of Joan Hunt, fear of what the Hunt girls may have done that would make a man want to kill himself, and fear of young Megan Hunt's sharp tongue and arrogant behavior which caused Megan to not have any friends.

Then David Faulkner moved to town. He was a six-foot-one basketball player with some hidden smarts underneath his sweatbands.

David moved to Philadelphia when he was sixteen, during the summer between his tenth and eleventh grade years. His father had been given a great job opportunity in a nearby law office and had moved the Faulkner's family of four – David, his parents and his younger sister, Carrie – to the city, which was actually not very much different from Washington D.C., their previous home.

Megan Hunt first met David Faulkner on August 28th, one week before school started up again. She was walking to her mother's law office after a hard day of chores and babysitting the neighborhood brats - oh, sorry! Kids. – and was hoping to get there and fall asleep in one of her mother's office's chairs.

It did not go as planned.

As it turns out, Joseph Faulkner, David's father, had been given a job at none other than the Philadelphia District Attorney's office. David happened to be at his father's office that day to pick up an important file. His father had requested that David pick it up on his way home from work at the grocery store. Megan had just entered the building when he saw her.

Megan Hunt had always been an attractive girl, no doubt about it, but in David's eyes, she was absolutely stunning. He didn't think this because he was a pervert, nor was he a girl–obsessed pig. David thought that she was beautiful because she wasn't trying to be.

Her dark brown hair curled a bit at the ends and she had big, pretty hazely-green eyes. She looked to be about his age, maybe just a bit younger, judging by her mud-clad Adidas sneakers and jeans that were torn on one knee.

Megan didn't notice David, but waved hello to John, the friendly mailman who arrived there every day at the same time and always gave Megan a smile and asked her how she was. Today, though, Megan was in no mood for small talk and simply hurried down the hallway to her mother's office.

David scurried to catch up with John before he could head back outside to his mail truck. "Excuse me. Hello, excuse me!"

John turned and smiled. "Hello, son. How can I help you?" He was very friendly, but knew that he had to hurry to get back on schedule and deliver the rest of the mail.

"Hi, I was just wondering who that girl was, the one that just walked in?" He hitched a thumb at the hallway Megan had just headed down.

John chuckled softly. "You're new to town, aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?" David looked around is if someone might have been watching.

"Yes. That was Megan, the district attorney's daughter. You should say hello." John said, like a mother trying to coax her child to make new friends, which in a way, he was.

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. I look forward to seeing you around here."

"You too." David waved goodbye and headed back to his clunker of a car, still wondering about young Megan Hunt.

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Megan saw David Faulkner for the first time on September 5th, the first day of school. She had just passed him in the crowded hallway, but she had also noticed him staring at her. She had looked awkwardly away, as had he, but Megan caught herself turning around to look at him again.

Megan was not one to waste her days thinking about nothing but boys. Her mother would kill her if she did, anyway. She would much rather focus on her schoolwork and her path to becoming a doctor.

But then she saw him again at lunch. She was sitting alone at one of the outdoor picnic tables and reading a book about rashes – seriously, how could she eat after looking at that? – and had her backpack sitting to her right as if to block anyone from sitting there. David took this as an opportunity. He sat directly to her left and dropped his backpack to the other side of himself smiling at her as he did so. Megan immediately took this as a misunderstanding and closed her book. She started to stand up, but he grabbed her wrist, which scared her a bit. "Where are you going?" He asked her, staring at those now familiar hazely-green eyes.

"I was just going to move somewhere else so your friends have somewhere to sit." She pulled her wrist away and turned a little pink.

"But I want to sit with you." He said, patting the wooden bench spot beside him.

"Alright, fine. Do you want to look at this book with me?" She held up the book she had been reading and made sure he could see the splotchy red rash illustration on the cover.

He gagged a bit. "No thanks."

Megan raised her eyebrows. "You sure? I just found this one thing," she flipped it open to page 41, with the most disgusting looking thing David had ever seen staring up at him from the page. "where your skin starts peeling so much that your veins start to – "

"Ah! Stop!" David gave up on eating that day and shut his eyes. Megan suppressed a giggle.

"I just saw you at my Dad's workplace the other day." David said to her, scooting a bit too close for comfort. "I'm still kind of new here, and you were my first impression."

Megan suppressed the overwhelming want to say "Awww!" and tackle him in a hug, so instead she just smiled. "And your Dad's workplace would be…"

"The District Attorney's office." He finished for her. She recalled meeting the new assistant district attorney a few times, a man just a bit older than her mother, with black hair and handsome features, who had been very kind to her and treated her as an equal, unlike most adults.

"Oh, you're Joseph Faulkner's son! He mentioned you a few times. Basketball, huh?" Megan bit into her apple and waited for a response.

"Oh, yeah…Not nearly as great as being a doctor, but I like it." He said sheepishly.

"How did you know that I want to be a doctor?" She asked, a bit creeped out.

He pointed to the rash book she had been reading. "You were reading that and eating at the same time. No one except a doctor can do that."

"Probably true. The reason everyone can't be a doctor is their weak stomach and lack of memorizational skills, is all."

"Lack of memorizational skills? Is memorizational even a word?"

"Probably." She put her book into her backpack, slung it over her shoulder and grabbed her lunch tray. "Class will be starting soon."

She started to leave but turned around suddenly. "Oh, wait. I didn't catch your name!"

"David."

That was her father's name.

She smiled. "I'm – "

" – Megan, I know. Nice to meet you."

"You too, David." Then she hurried off with cheeks turning a shade of pink that only a teenage crush could cause.

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That's part one of David and Megan's romance. I will have all of her relationships ever (some of them made up of course) but I'd like to do it in chronological order. I should have a grand total of twelve chapters. I'm also writing Lifeguard, Deathguard, so I'll probably be between – stories for a while.