I know, I need a new story like I need a hole in the head. This one just would not go away... And here we go!

So yes I have been given permission to go forth and be naughty... You all should know what that means!

I say based on because as much as I wish I was, I am not infallible. I may get things wrong or make them different. I will try my best not to do so, but it may happen.

Just swearing to warn about for now.

ENJOY!

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Thing about Cardiff, it always rained. No one had told her, well no one had wanted her to go. Yet here she was, her dream and finally by herself. No need to bug anyone, no need to wait for a helping hand. Expect one without meaning to. She was just, here. Of course bell hops had helped her with her bags, but then wasn't that their job? Amaria still got the pitying looks, the odd stares, they always came when she used the walker and they used to keep her from using it, but not anymore.

For once the day was clear and she was excited to see the city. Bumbling around, she put on leggings and a fancy top. Did Amaria ask at the desk for help with her earrings? She sighed, she'd have to. Can't even get my own Damn earrings in! Expelling a calming breath she put them in an upturned military hat on her walker. Funny, her friends had nicknamed her 'Dutch' for wearing it, after good old Arnie in Predator. They always loved to laugh about it and spout quotes. Well that and she was pretty well 100% Dutch.

Amaria missed her friends already, but try asking them to spend what you did, just so you had a chaperone. Because that's what they would be, would she ever have independence again? After this, probably not, she better enjoy it while she could. How Amaria had convinced 'the rents' to let her go in the first place, she'd never know.

~BIC~

She felt exhausted, but overall happy with her day. Amaria had been to The Millennium Center and a few Farmers Markets. Having a basket and other 'carriers' on the walker was always nice. It was now decked out in Union Jacks. And she'd even gotten some really good pictures. Taken by others of course, but still. Only thing was, she was lost and she was crashing. Her leg had gone numb in its brace and her other foot hurt so bad she was near tears as she 'rolled' past the entrance to an A&E, muttering to herself and not watching where she was going. Nor was she watching her steps and ended up catching her foot on a bad part of side walk. Try as she might to right herself it was a futile cause. Amaria's walker went flying across the lot and she slammed into the first body, walking out the doors. If it was just her falling, she would have been as silent as a mute, but the other person was tumbling with her and the 'language' flew without heed or care. "Fucking, son of a bitch!" Amaria cursed. Oh lord help me, it's gonna be a guy and he's gonna be hot and I'm gonna cry cause Fuck this hurts and just, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"I think you've said that already." Ianto chuckled, finally sitting up and assessing the damage.

"No shit Sherlock, Thank you captain obvious for that astute assessment." Amaria lashed out, covering her weariness with a snarky, bitchtastic attitude. She looked down and guessed it was his juice, she was…'wearing'. Not having even gotten to the issue of standing up much less moving away. At least she was next to and not on top of him. And where in the seventh circle was her walker? Amaria spied it resting against a guard rail. "Shit!"

"Oh your shirt, sorry, shame that." Jones stated, not realizing her cursing was due to yet, something else. He noted the spilled OJ taking up the front of her garment. Finally, carefully, he pulled himself to a bench, looking weary and tired, like it had taken every ounce of strength he possessed. Eyeing her a little oddly as she hadn't exactly moved.

"I, giant klutz for life, tripped into you, I think I should be the one saying sorry." Amaria mumbled, birthmarks hiding her blush as she looked at him then looked away. Sweet damn he's hot, I just knew it! Her eyes scrambled around for something to use, to try and move. All she saw was the bench and his offered hand. "No offence, but you look like I could drop you, by sneezing wrong."

He chuckled and took his hand back, sliding over to give her more of the bench to grip onto. After some epic maneuvering and a few false starts, she was sitting next to him. Foregoing her usual delighted crow of success. Now if only she had latent psionic powers and could get her walker over here.

"I've never seen you at treatment before…"

"What? Oh no, I'm lost, not in treatment. Admittedly 'disabled'." Amaria replied using air quotes. Then she added, "Wearing your, orange juice, and feeling like the biggest jack ass on the planet, but just…lost."

"Ah, well where did you need to go, maybe I can help?" Ianto offered, trying his best to be polite. There was a brace on her leg and the curled way she held her right arm, told him she wasn't lying about a disability. Originally he'd been upset at her for causing the mishap and treatment day of all days. How could he be mad at her now? She must have been blushing, not that he could tell.

"All my stuff is with my walker and I'm so gonna face plant if I try for it now." Amaria lamented. "Thanks though…."

"There you are!"

Oh great another hottie, jeez and he is pissed…

Owen came stomping outside, lab coat billowing. "Ahh yes my doctor and cranky friend, Owen Harper, meet…um…I don't think I ever got your name…" Ianto admitted with a shy smile.

"Amaria, Amaria Korthuis, but everyone calls me Dutch or Ames…yeesh 'Everyone' calls me Ames…" She sighed then added, "And your name good sir?"

"Jones, Ianto Jones."

"Soo shaken not stirred, then?" She smirked, holding out her wet shirt.

"Oh I like her!" Ianto clapped his hands.

"She gets your Bond reference and suddenly she's your best friend?" Owen griped and Amaria shrugged.

"Who doesn't love Bond, seriously? Even old school Bond, come on…and Daniel Craig, whew." She felt her skin heat and looked down, finally noticing the blood trail and giant wood chip protruding from her knee. "Well, that explains it."

"Oh my God, Owen!" Ianto gasped, following Amaria's line of sight.

~BIC~

They'd let Ianto have his therapy in the room they'd wheeled her to. She said she was fine, but when they actually went to pull the chip out… She was whimpering and Jones reached out to squeeze her good hand. Amaria blinked, looked at their entwined hands and after a few beets she squeezed back.

Half an hour and a pair of borrowed scrubs later. She was having fun ordering Owen about as she had had to inform them she couldn't wheal herself around. Her leg was up, as prescribed, to keep the swelling down. Her knee already felt like a balloon. Damn was that morphine they had given her cause man…she was on a cloud right now.

The doctor rolled her back into her room and helped her into the bed. Her walker parked safely in the corner. "There now, we'll check you over again in an hour or 2 and you should be all set. Anyone we can call for you?"

"No, it's just me here." Amaria was smiling, about to thank him when he frowned, more like scowled and she stopped.

"Seriously? Are you insane!?"

"Well I…" Amaria started and he overrode her.

"With what you have, who knows what could go wrong! Do you have some kind of death wish?"

BICBICBICBICBICBICBICBICBICBIC

He only caught the last part of the argument, but from the raised voices Ianto could tell it was epic. He waited for the shouting to stop and she seemed to end it with words in a tone that could freeze fire.

"Thank you Dr. Harper, really thank you for everything. But you just met me, what gives you the right to judge what's best for me? I have lived with this shit, which I no way in hell asked for, for over 30 yrs. And I really don't need some jumped up ass, telling me, his uninformed opinion of what I can and can't do."

Owen stormed out in a huff. "She's your friend now, you talk to her!"

Ianto wearily shuffled into the room and plopped into the comfy chair next to her bed. Not wanting to bring attention to her eye scrubbing or the tears on her cheeks. He started and stopped at least 3 times. "So um, don't suppose you wanna hang out anymore? Got a great Bond collection at home." Jones blurted out of nowhere, not sure why he felt like she needed to be watched right now. Even more mind boggling, was why he felt like he should be the one to do it.

"Seriously?" She turned to him, "You want to hang out with me?" Amaria was flattered and she really didn't want to go back to her empty hotel room just yet. Truth was, she didn't know him and he didn't know her, but wasn't this how friendships started?

"You seem pretty cool and I have nothing else going on."

"I can be unintentionally high maintenance…" Amaria warned, still trying to gauge if he was being for real or not.

"Preaching to the choir, little lady."

"Alright, sure… Just, please don't call me that again."

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I project 10ish chapters, but it's all up to you guys and if you liked it. So let me know.

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