From the desk of Dr. Leonard L. Church - Entry 1

As these years go on I feel it is my duty to write not only of my life and the creation of project freelancer but of the woman who truly made it, because you see our lives where so closely intertwined that it would be unfair to her to call these entries my memoirs but rather our story.

It was the spring of my 11th year where our story begins, a new family had moved into our small Texan town though it wasn't much of a family just a woman and her daughter who, for reasons I wasn't informed of until much later in life, had moved from the hustling city of Houtson for a quieter life in our little town. Now my mother was what one would call a busy body so of coarse when a single mother moved into her town she welcomed both her and the child into our home. Father always hated and loved that aspect of my mother. As a child I often wondered what he meant by that. How could you love and hate someone? I would ask myself; it wasn't until I grew older that I understood. Looking back I truly am my fathers child. Now this day in spring or more precisely that Sunday afternoon in March is the day that stands out most in my childhood the day that meant more to me than any other. More than when I broke my arm riding down the dead man's hill, more than when I won the state championship science fair, more than when I was voted class President and even more than when my dear grandmother died. All of these moments failed in comparison to the day I met Allison.

Before I was even aware of my mother's plans for the evening I had gone to the downtown district to acquire various things that the young boy I was would have felt were the staples of life itself, one item in particular was the newest issue of my favorite comic book. I walked down the street home that day with my face in said comic; I had always prided myself on my ability to multi-task particularly the ability walk and read at the same time without missing a single word or touching a single person. So you can imagine my surprise when I found myself on the hard sidewalk cement with a small persons weight holding me in place. Once the initial pain subsided I opened my eyes looking to find the person responsible all to ready to chew them out, but when I turn my head slightly I was dumbfounded for I saw an angel. This angel who had somehow fallen on top of me had soft bright orange hair that tickled me nose when she moved ever so slightly, her skin was soft as well but had oddly calloused hands like she worked far more than she need and her eyes when she stared at me with those big shining blue eyes I swear my entire body stopped working. And then she spoke,

"Why don't you pay attention retard?" With one sentence my angel turned into a devil and I was brought back to my senses. I stared at this demon girl right in the eye and yelled back,

"You're the stupid bitch that decided to run like chicken without its head on a crowed sidewalk!" It seemed like I had stuck a chord in her because when she got up she took the extra effort to kick me before I stood up quite literally incapacitating me on the sidewalk in far too much pain to even give a proper retort as she walked away shouting.

"Your just lucky none of this broke cause then you'd be wishing you where never born ASS HOLE!" My thoughts as I tried to compose myself was of a simple hope that I would never see this horrid girl again, and perhaps my life would have gone more smoothly had god chose to listen to my silent prayer.

It took me a little longer to get home that day though I was sure neither of my parents were aware that I had arrived home far later than usual. When I stepped through the door I was greeted by the smell of my mothers cooking but it wasn't just any scent, it was the smell of my mothers best dish the one she would only cook when we had company and she felt she had to show off for. Even as a child I found my mother all too predictable, but I found it peculiar that I was just learning of company now. Normally my mother would have gone off on a tangent about me being on my best behavior weeks in advance. So when I walked into the kitchen I made an inquiry,

"Mom are we having guests for dinner?" My mother was startled nearly cutting her fingers, she was never good with surprises you see, as she turned to me only then realizing how close dinner was and with her sweetest smile she told me why we had unplanned guests that evening.

"Why yes we are Leonard, I should have told you but you see when I went out to town this morning I met a woman who just moved to town. So as a kind gustier I invited her and her adorable daughter over for dinner. Now Leonard I want you on your best behavior and do try to be friends with the girl she's your age and could use a friend." I had told my mother what she wanted to hear not truly listening to her ramble, before retuning to my room. I don't quite recall what I was doing then but I do remember my mother scureing around the house to get my father and I ready for our guests. I then remember she dragged me to the door, obviously so she could introduce me to this new girl. Mother always felt that I never had enough friends and would often find excuses to put me into relationships I'd rather not be part of. When she opened are dark front door I should have know right then and there that god would forever enjoy tormenting me. For before me was the girl, who had with one swift kick, left me incapacitated on the sidewalk. My mother's cheerful and ever so slightly patronizing voice was the only thing stopping me from returning the favor to this girl.

"Oh I'm so happy you could come and join us for dinner I know it must be hard to get a proper meal after moving into a new town. Now this," my mother said holding me firmly in front of her.

"Is my son that I told you about Leonard. I'm sure our children will get along nicely." She had started to push me which meant she wanted me to put my hand out and agree with everything she said, however I was at that time all too angry to pretend to be cordial to this girl so my arms stayed firmly folded and my eyes fixated on glaring, which she was all to pleased to return. Her mother was far meeker than she was I have to admit for all the years I knew her one thing I knew for certain was that the only thing she inherited from her mother was her blue eyes, but none the less she tried to make the scene friendly again.

"Yes I do hope so. Leonard this is my daughter Allison." Now I was a rather brash child, though I suppose that was something that stuck with me most of my life, and often said things my mother would reprimand me for later this was one of those things.

"Your name is Allison? That seems like a way too sweet and girly name for an angry bitch like you." I felt like I had won for a minute there barely paying attention to my mother or the fact that she had just called father, it wasn't until I saw her smirk that realized she wasn't done with me.

"Well it's too bad that you think so. Cause Leonard seems to be the perfect name for pussy like you." It was then her mothers turn to be appalled by her child's language. But we didn't care we were in our own private war that our parents had no knowledge of and it didn't take long for our battle of wits to turn into a brawl in the foyer of my childhood home. In all honestly I cannot remember exactly what sparked the fistfight or how long it went on for, I do remember my father and her mother pulling us apart and my mother saying that dinner would calm us down. It didn't. Our fight hadn't stopped but our battle had changed our eyes were starring the other down only looking away to cut our meat or pass a plate. As our parents talked of things that had no meaning to us we silently held our battle. I started it by, while my parents were distracted, showing Allison the contents of my mouth hoping it would disgust her. She however sent a counter attack in a corn kern shot at me through her nose. I remember being impressed by this, when I had to eat with other girls they would have me appalled and started crying but not Allison for every disgusting thing I did she matched with something equally revolting. And I think that was one of the reasons why I loved her was because I could never win with her, every insult I threw she sent a better one back, for every punch I sent she could block it, and for every accomplishment I made she could think of something better to keep my ego down.

Our fight ended that night with us laughing, from what I can't recall but with our laughter we made a truce for at the very least that night. When Allison left I was more or less displeased that dinner had to end so early.

Now the next morning I remember being uncharacteristically excited for school. At the time I didn't know why but I wanted to see Alison again. I know now that it was because even at such a young age I was already in love with her. This feeling left me however when I approached the school gates.

"Hey Dick Head!" Before I was able to react my head was locked into a soft small arm and I knew who it was without looking.

"What your problem bitch! I thought we settled this?" I yelled as she ground her fist into my head, I had hoped it would be over as we were already making a scene and a small crowed had formed around us. But no, Allison never did care much for discrepancy in personal matters like this.

"As if! I just didn't wanna cause my mom any problems 'cause you decided to be an Ass Hole and attack me!" Now I was angry but I couldn't get out of her hold so I did what I always did, I used my words.

"Yeah well, you're the one that ran into me than called me a retard. Great first impression there and what a great one your making now on your first day!" It was then that Allison actually looked around to see the group of kids that had watched us and I saw on her face an expression I had only bore witness to a small handful of times in my entire existence, she was embarrassed. I had unintentionally hurt as I always did, I wanted to apologize but before I could she spoke.

"Hey we're even now so just leave me alone, Leonard." I remembered how she said that with such venom that I actually hated myself. As I walked to class I again prayed hopelessly to god that I'd never see her again. And yet again he didn't listen I wonder now if this was his punishment for what I would do in the future.

"Class I'd like to introduce to you a new student, her name is Allison MaCoy and I'd like you all to help her on her first day here. Allison there is any empty seat you can take right next to Leonard." When my teacher said that I thought of it as a death sentence, as Allison approached me I turned my head to the left so our eyes wouldn't meet. There was a silent message there that Allison understood, 'I will never bother you again.' If only things could have stayed that way.

A month into her time at our school Allison had already gained a reputation that no child would have wanted becoming the most feared person at our school. No one would approach her. But that didn't stop the rumors the kids would spread like a cold. I was told a few of the rumors some said her dad was killed by the mob and that she was in witness protection or that her mom going straight after being a prostitute but I knew even then none of that was true. I never spoke up in her defense just insulted whom ever was telling be the latest rumor for wasting my time. However I grew a backbone when our teacher announced a project.

"Now everyone divide into groups of two or three and then we'll pick which country each of you will do the project on alright." Her response was the cheerful replay her class as we all got up and began to pair off when she was called to the office.

"I'll just be a minute everyone now behave yourselves." She said be for she ran out. The groups where picked rather quickly I was with two people that I consider were good enough to be my friends until,

"Hey look no ones asked Allison to be in their group."

"And why would they that girl is scary remember what she did to Len on her first day?"

"Oh yeah that was bad" I felt a twinge of anger then but thought nothing of it I promised I wouldn't bother her and I was going to keep that promise. But then,

"Hey one of you girls should take her in your group before the teacher makes one of us take her."

"What no way"

"Yeah she's like way to mean and scary and she doesn't even like dolls or pink, you boys would be able to deal with her better."

This argument went back and forth for some time all the while Allison could easily hear, and my anger grew to the point where I couldn't take it. I had always had a temper and when I couldn't control it, it often got me into trouble.

"ALL OF YOU JUST THE FUCK SHUT UP!" This was not one of those times.

"Quit talking about her like she's not even here! So she made a bad first impression, So What! It's not like any of you can talk you've all done something stupid you've regretted and don't even say you haven't cause we all know it's a lie. But you idiots didn't even give her a chance cause if you did you'd know that Allison is a hell of a lot cooler than all of you and especially you lame ass girls! So just leave her alone already cause I know you guys are just jealous that you're not as strong as her!" I remember that then I was not thinking any more just running on pure emotion, which I found over the years to never be a good thing but in this one instance listening to my emotion was a good thing as I walked up to her desk.

"I know I'm not suppose to bother you anymore but would you be my partner I want to do a report on England but those guys only wanna do Brazil cause of Soccer and stuff. So do you wanna be my partner?" She was staring at me the entire time, even when I looked away out of embarrassment I could still feel her beautiful blue eyes on me. And then with tears forming in her eyes but far to proud to ever let them fall she gave her response.

"Sure England's cool. " Then she in her soft voice that I only heard at her most vulnerable said,

"Thanks Leonard. But you know your friends probably won't talk to you anymore" I smiled, held out my hand and looking straight at her said,

"That's ok they weren't really my friends." Smiling right back she took my hand and from then on Allison and I were inseparable.

Alright so I made this because I LOVE RvB and the complicated relationship between Tex and Church but I couldn't quite come up with a story just between them so I got to thinking just what kind of relationship Leonard and Allison who are the originals had. In my head I see the Director as being unemotional so for him to be stuck on this one girl for so long I think she would have had to have been a MAJOR part of his life hence why our story starts in childhood. I'm going to continue this with the turning points in their lives and hopefully ending it with spolier (sarcasm) Allisons death. But tell me what you think I love constructive criticism.

Disclaimer I don't own these characters or RvB and I'm glad I don't cause then I wouldn't be able to fangirl over it.