O.k. so this started out as a ONE-SHOT (as seen from last chapter) but 'coz I'm in a good mood I think I'll add different songs to do with these two. (Rory and Tristan) That probably means that the whole thing will be 3 chapters long maybe more… shrugs …… So I guess this one's about their beginning…… Song's "Nobody" by Amy Studt

Just to let ya'll know that I don't own any of the characters mentioned here

Sometimes it seems that I have no place.
And I don't know what to do, with myself.
Night after another, I can taste the filth inside.
And I need to cleanse my soul.

She was alone: her first two loves were……… a disappointment; one got married and the other one pulled so many disappearing acts……… heck even Houdini would have been proud with that one's abilities. Ok, so maybe she wasn't completely alone, she did have the self proclaimed blonde master and commander, but he didn't fill the emptiness she felt inside. He didn't heal the self loathing she felt at throwing life's many chances away, all of which started with another blonde, the self proclaimed Adonis.

Nobody knows, nobody cares that I die, on the inside.
Nobody sees the lie that is me, as I smile on the outside.
Nobody knows, nobody cares that I walk, on the wrong side.
Tell me who..nobody.
Tell me who..nobody.
Tell me who..nobody.


He was far from happy: his life seemed to be stuck on autopilot; nothing new coming to freshen the stale air or no new colours to be seen amongst the everyday grey, black, brown or white. Even the brunette he'd currently moved in with brought him no joy. She didn't fill the emptiness or chase away the self loathing he felt, all she did was add fuel to his flames of resentment that she wasn't the another brunette that he'd known in different lifetime, that she wasn't as fiery or smart or anywhere near as beautiful……… that she wasn't "Mary".

But you.

It was inevitable that they'd meet; they were part of Hartford's elite after all, no matter how hard they tried not to be. She was over by the bar, lounging in a blonde's arms while he was across the room, being dragged round the room. During this journey the brunette on his arm let out a squeal of excitement before "guiding" him in the direction of long last friends. they paid no attention till they heard the others name being called out and with one glance they found themselves spiralling down the rabbit hole; blind, but no longer alone. They met again, that fateful night, in the library. It was purely chance that they'd both slipped away, but it wasn't purely chance when he had her back to one of the many bookshelves, their lips fused together as all their pain and frustration finally found satisfying outlets. Afterwards they spoke, harsh words were exchanged and they departed; their self loathing back with full force……… but, the pair of them couldn't forget that for a few brief moments when they'd tumbled over the abyss and down into the depths of the unknown they'd found peace.

All the friends that I've had, where are they now?
Guess I'm far too intense to be loved.
All the things that I hate, I hate about myself.
And I need to cleanse my soul.

Neither one gave in first, it just happened when they were invited to an over night wedding. Their harsh breathing, moans and cries were sent out into the empty hotel room, while their partners mingled with the guest downstairs. He slipped away first, leaving her to "pretty" herself up again. He winced as the brunette on his arm rubbed her hand up and down on his back "soothingly", only aggravating the fresh scratches his "Mary" had left their. The irony was thick by this point. Mary was for someone sweet and innocent, but the things she'd done were nowhere near that description.

But you.
I have nobody,
But you.
Nobody, nobody,
But you.

She was down soon after, only to wince as the blond by her side wrapped his arms round her waist and pulled her closer to his side, amplifying the pain she felt from the bruises that the Adonis had left. But after that time it couldn't be passed off as a mistake anymore, for as the saying goes, "Once is a mistake, more than once isn't."

Nobody knows, nobody cares that I die, on the inside.
Nobody sees the lie that is me, as I smile on the outside.
Nobody knows, nobody cares that I walk, on the wrong side.

They didn't deliberately set out to cheat on their partners, far from it. All they'd set out to do was ease the emptiness and self loathing that they each felt and the only way they'd found of aiding this process was within the other person. It didn't matter that they always felt worse off, because for a few precious moments they were free. Free to breath without feeling constricted or watched, free to be themselves without caring what other people saw and free to love, because even though they didn't admit it and they probably never would they did love.

Nobody knows and nobody cares but you.
Nobody knows and nobody cares but you.