Hi! Yeah, this is my first fic. Kinda nervous, not sure if I wanna post this. I was really bored, waitin' until I was able to publish these things, and now I'm nervous! Ugh, I'm rambling again. Soz about that. It's a bad habit. Along with eating too many marshmallows, then calling random people when I'm high on sugar :-)

Chapter One

Charlie Vaupen burrowed into her dressing gown as she watched the blizzard through the window. It was cosy inside her apartment, but a chill still ran up her spine whenever she watched the flurry of snowflakes outside. It had been snowing for three days straight, and the blizzard had started up about an hour ago. She swung her legs over the arm of the sofa, her feet tapping in time to "Run and Tell That", from Hairspray. The lamps were switched on, making the apartment she called home even cosier. The radiators were on high, but there was still a slight chill in the air, so she had put on her gown over her jeans and sweater. Her red hair was loose, and she sighed. This was heaven, but it couldn't last. It was the Christmas holidays, and she hadn't seen the gang for half a week. She was lonely, and longing for somebody to talk to. But everbody in the city had been trapped in their homes by the snow. Nobody went outside as far as she knew, and people considered anybody who did to be idiots. Luckily, she had had the forsight to stock up on food before the holidays. Charlie glanced out of the window again. It was around 18:30 in the evening, if her digital clock could be trusted. It had been dodgy since she'd accidentally knocked it off her kitchen table into a bucket of soapy water. She was lucky it worked at all. Charlie jumped when she heard a knock at the door.

"If it's one of the neighbours complaining about the music," she thought irritably, unfolding herself from the sofa, "I'll tell them where to shove their head."

She strode to the door and swung it open. The sight that greeted her made her gasp. Stood there, shivering and covered from head to toe in snow, cuts and scratches, stood Mokuba Kaiba. She shook her head, clearing away the shock that had seized control of her brain.

"Mokuba? What happened? Where's your brother?" The boy looked up at her. His eyes were filled with worry and fear, a potent mixture.

"Charlie," he said weakly. "You've got to help me. Please. There's been an accident..." Charlie caught on immediately, but let him continue. "Our limo collided with another car when we hit an ice patch. Our driver is dead, and so is the other one. My big brother..." He looked ready to burst into tears. "Big brother won't wake up. Please, Charlie. I know you can't stand my brother but..." Charlie didn't answer. She ran back into the apartment, shoved her feet into a pair of boots, flung on a coat, and reappeared in less than two minutes. Mokuba looked up at her, and saw the steely determination in her eyes. She smiled at the young boy, trying to calm his nerves.

"Stay here, Mokuba. I'll be right back." Mokuba gave his friend a grateful hug before she turned and ran down the three flights of stairs and out the front door. She slipped and slid across the pavements, and cursed when she fell against a dustbin. Her scar started aching badly, but she just gritted her teeth and beared it. When she arrived at the scene, she wasn't surprised to see Roland there, supporting Kaiba. She ran up to him. The first thing the bodyguard said to her was, "Where is Mokuba?"

She raised a hand to calm him. "Don't worry about Mokuba. He's at my place."

Roland nodded. "Listen, Miss Vaupen, I know you have a great disliking for Mr Kaiba, but please, let him stay at your apartment while he heals."

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "And why can't he go to the hospital? Or back to that mansion of his?"

Roland sighed. "The hospital is full. I already called ahead and checked. And the mansion is too far away."

Charlie growled in frustration, before caving. "Fine. Let's get going."

Roland smiled at her gratefully, and they slowly made their way back to her apartment. Mokuba ran to his big brother when he saw Kaiba. Even though the CEO was unconscious, he gave his brother a hug. Roland smiled tiredly at the young boy.

"Master Mokuba," he said. "I am so glad you are alright."

Mokuba didn't look up as he spoke."I'm fine. Will Seto be alright?"

Roland nodded. "He should be. Now, we are leaving."

Mokuba stared at him, wide eyed. "What? Why? Are we going to leave Seto here?"

Roland sighed wearily. "I think it's time we left Miss Vaupen in peace. We will find a hotel to stay at, and return in a week's time. Besides, I'm sure Miss Vaupen is perfectly capable of looking after your brother for a few days, Master Mokuba."

Mokuba was to tired to argue. "Ok, Roland. Charlie?" The girl looked at him curiously. "Look after my brother." She smiled and nodded silently.

(A few hours later)

Charlie hissed softly as her arm throbbed. She hadn't bothered bandaging it. "It's probably just muscle ache," she thought, shrugging it off, grimacing when the action caused pain to flash through her arm again. She looked across at Kaiba. He hadn't made a sound; he hadn't even moved an inch. "He must have been banged about quite bad," she thought, yawning quietly. She flopped into the cushiony armchair, and fought the urge to let her eyes close. The red-head shook herself. "I promised Mokuba I'd look after him. And as much as I hate Kaiba, somebody's gotta watch him." But her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and soon she was curled up, fast asleep in the chair, snoring softly. She was awoke by someone gripping her arm. Panicking, she shot up from her chair, to find herself staring into the icy cobalt eyes of Seto Kaiba. She growled at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you scare me?" He just glared at her. "Well?"

Silence. He continued to glare at her. His grip on her arm intensified. She hissed in pain and yanked out of his reach.

"You jackass," she muttered. She flopped back in the chair as her arm gave another painful throb. He pulled her up by the arm again.

"Where's Mokuba?"

Charlie glared at him. "If that's all you wanted, you could have just asked. You didn't have to dislocate my arm!"

"Where is he?" Charlie sighed. Even though she loved arguing with Kaiba, it was getting them nowhere.

"He's with Roland. He's fine, I promise."

"Where is Roland?" Charlie growled in irritation. "You love being difficult, don't you?"

"I asked a question even someone as simple as you should be able to answer." Her eyes steeled over. "You are such an asshole, has anybody ever told you that?"
"You're avoiding the question."

"I don't know. He said he would find a hotel for the night, and return in a week. Then he left."

"Now was that so hard?"

"You are such a slimy asshole."

"You said." An awkward silence fell over the two, before Charlie spoke. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I don't need to." She shot up, angry at him. "Can't you do what you're told for once in your life? Do you enjoy being an ass 24/7?"

"I'm not resting until I know Mokuba is safe." She rolled her eyes. Normally, Kaiba's dedication to his little brother would've made her go mushy inside, but now she really wasn't in the mood. "I'm only asking for you to do this one thing, Kaiba. So do what your goddamn told and go and sit down!"

He growled. "I don't have the time to stand here and be bossed around by you." She glared at him.

"Kaiba, you can barely stand. Where are you planning on goin'?" He narrowed his eyes. Charlie rolled hers.

"Puhlease. You didn't think I wouldn't notice? You were in a car accident, dumbass. You don't think you'll recover at the snap of your fingers, do you?"

He was about to growl a response at her when his knees buckled and he fell on top of Charlie. Kaiba was alot heavier than her, and she staggered under his weight, her hands braced against his chest. "You idiot," she hissed. "Get off! You're heavy!"

"I can't. You said it yourself. I can barely stand."

She gritted her teeth. "I should've seen that coming," she thought. Charlie could feel her own knees starting to give under his weight.

"Geez, Kaiba, what have you been eating! You're really heavy! Wait-" That was when her knees gave out. Charlie yelped as she hit the floor with her bad arm. It didn't help when Kaiba fell on her either.

Well, that's done. Finally. I was stuck for ages on that last bit. You think that was weird, trust me, it could have been a lot weirder. Note to self: Never ask younger sister for plot ideas. She always come's up with a) Impossible situations b) She likes to kill off the characters before the story's begun

Love Ya, Vezza Angel