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PS: Thank you to my good friends Maggie and Tana. Tana has become an Editor Extraordinaire, and Maggie helped me write the official summary. (NOT seen above in the summary box)

This just didn't happen to girls like me. This just didn't happen to anyone

~Jenna-Lynne Duncan; Hurricane

Clare-

Once she got the mystery man into her station wagon, she dug around for a blanket she could lay on top of him. Finding it she covered him up, trying her best to ignore the blood. She was incredibly lucky that Ali was a doctor.

The drive home was nerve wrecking. She was afraid of getting into another accident, and she was afraid of what would happen next. Technically she wasn't kidnapping this man she was just taking him in out of the cold. She was doing him a favor, even though she caused his problems to begin with.

"Hang in there we'll be back at my place in a few minutes…" she muttered, glancing at the unconscious man next to her. His head was drooped over. Whenever she made a turn it rolled from one side to another, he was almost like a rag doll.

After what seemed like a century, the car pulled up to the sidewalk in front of her apartment building. It wasn't a large building and the apartments weren't extravagant, but it fit Clare and Ali well. Ali was waiting for her by one of the light posts.

"Clare? Who'd you bring with you? Jake? Katie? Jenna? We've got plenty of Chinese to go around!" her roommate stood on her tiptoes, trying to get a better view of Clare's car.

"Honestly Ali? I haven't got a clue who this guy is. Just help me get him inside, and I'll explain there." Ali's excitement melted off her face, realizing how serious her best friend was being. Carefully as she could, Clare opened the door to the car. Unbuckling the man from the seat, she draped one of his arms around her, and the other around Ali.

"Clare. What happened?" Ali questioned, shooting a look over the man's shoulders.

"I'll explain inside. Watch his head." Clare grunted, as they lifted him out of the car.

The trip to their 3rd floor apartment was incredibly awkward. The elevator was filled with people, each of them giving the girls strange looks.

"Bar fight-"

"Wasted-"

Uh-oh. Their stories didn't match up.

"He's my boyfriend. A guy hit on me while we were at the bar. He was wasted, and before I could stop him…this guy decided to defend my honor!" Clare rolled her eyes, trying her hardest to pull off the act. The people surrounding them seemed to buy it. Perfect.

Eventually, the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor. Making sure they had a good grip on the unconscious man, Clare and Ali continued the trip to their apartment. They hadn't counted on their elderly neighbor Mrs. Richards being in the hallway with her dog Coco. Coco was the ugliest, loudest, little dog in the building.

"Why! Hello girls!" Mrs. Richards called, giving them a sweet smile and a wave.

"Hi Mrs. Richards. Um… We can't really talk right now. We have to get my boyfriend inside!" Clare called back, hoping the old woman would let things drop there.

"Oh don't you worry dearie! You don't have to explain anything to me! I was young once too!" the old woman laughed, giving Clare a wink. Ali tried to contain a snicker, watching Clare go as red as a tomato.

"Ali, let's get him inside." Clare muttered, not looking up from the ground.

"Right."

"So where do we put him? Your room? My room? The couch?" Ali called from the bathroom. She was in there searching for her first aid kit and the other supplies she was going to need.

"I'm thinking my room. I brought him here. I'd feel bad leaving him on the back destroyer." (Their couch) Clare called back. She had managed to get him into the kitchen, but she wasn't sure how much further she could drag him.

"Okay. Bring him into the bathroom; we can clean him up in there." Ali called, coming down the hallway. Together they managed to get him into the bathroom. Ali had spread some towels out on the floor, so that was where the two girls got to work.

Taking a warm cloth, Clare began wiping at the dried blood on the man's head. The more blood she removed, the more she realized just how handsome he would be if he were awake. Jet black hair framed his face, he had a defined jaw, and when Ali had slipped his shirt off to check for any other damage, Clare couldn't help but notice how defined his muscles were.

Shit! Of all the people I could hit!

Ali let out a small whistle.

"Clare-Bear brought home a keeper!" she joked, a toothy grin beginning to spread across her face.

Clare rolled her eyes, trying to fight back a blush. The man was definitely attractive, but being attractive meant that he probably had a girl somewhere. That girl was probably worried sick. Clare new what that felt like.

The two girls worked for another hour or so, cleaning the man up the best they could. He would have to do the rest when he finally woke up.

"I'll bandage him up if you make up the bed," Ali mumbled. She had a package of gauze in her mouth, trying with all her might to tear it open.

"Sounds good. Bhand-aid" Clare responded, she remembered her friend's hatred of making the bed. She didn't see the point in covering something with sheets. Especially when you changed them once a week.

Snagging the warmest set she had out of the closet, she went to her bedroom. Thankfully it wasn't much of a mess. A few stray pieces of underwear here, a book or two there, nothing too bad. Spreading the sheets out on the bed, she made it quickly. A few extra blankets on the foot of it, and it was ready.

"Ali? It's all set up!" she yelled, heading towards the bathroom door.

For one last final time, they draped this poor man over their shoulders, dragging him towards Clare's bedroom. They managed to hoist him up and onto the bed, before they nearly collapsed in exhaustion. Clare slid him under the blankets, wincing when she noticed all the bruises. It had looked a lot less bad in the darkness of the street. Double checking to make sure that everything was tucked in properly, she let out a sigh of relief.

Ali went to the kitchen where she'd left the dumplings, Clare's favorite, and the other Chinese dishes.

"Clare-Bear. You did the right thing." She tried to reassure her friend, handing her a takeout box filled with steamy, fried, goodness.

"I hope so..." she replied, glancing wearily at the John Doe that lay in her bed.

"Will you tell me what happened now?" Ali questioned, curling up in one of the overstuffed armchairs near the bed. She held a box of Crab Rangoon in her hands, chopsticks fumbling to pick it up.

"Well. I was on my way home…"

Question of the Chapter: Picture yourself as a person in that elevator. Thoughts you'd have? Would you buy their story?

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And there you have it. Chapter 2. I have a lot of ideas for this story, but I need to see some more feedback. I appreciate the 4 reviewers who took the time to leave me one. (: To those others. Reviews are a way to communicate from author to reader. I'd love to hear some feedback on this. What you guys would like to see happen, what you'd hate to see happen, etc. Let me know in a review. (:

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Bumblebee93