Series: The Spy Who Loved Me.

Chapter: 3: Introducing Me..Nick Lucas.

Author: Toshiko

Pairing: Macy/ Nick.

Disclaimer: JONAS is property of Disney etc. I do NOT own any of the characters, episode plots or such. I also don't own Taylor Swift's song 'Mine' which I've used and modified here. The following story is entirely from my imagination. If need be, I can delete this. I don't make any profit out of this, I'm doing purely for my own entertainment.

A/N: First off, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed my story so far- you guys rock! You've made my month! Anyways, this chapter is fairly long, but it just really explains what I was on about at the end of the last chapter…why does Macy recognise Nick? I'm sorry if its not what you expected.

Also, I'd like to warn that I've upped the rating on this..there is some disturbing sections to this story, so you've been warned. And I think there's one swear word somewhere. Can't remember.

Finally, one thing I keep forgetting to say- this story is only going to use events based on SEASON ONE of Jonas. And as of today, it is officially AU. Not seriously, seriously AU, but it still is.

Yeah, I think that's it. Sorry for the massive A/Ns!

Chapter three: Introducing Me...Nick Lucas.

6 weeks ago…

Macy's POV

I haven't got a clue what I'm doing here. This is the most crappest, most boring 'party' I've ever been too. I can't believe my mom would send me to one of these- to 'meet up' with people who have as much 'potential in showbiz' as myself. A nightclub notorious of teenage celeb hook-ups. All the newest and upcoming celebrities HAD to be seen here.

Apparently this is what teenagers like myself are supposed to do. I look around myself, not really liking what I saw.

People screaming at each other above the music which is at a volume that makes me think my ears are bleeding.

I look ahead of me, at the band performing. They're actually not that bad. People at the front are going mad, cheering them on, going crazy when the guitarist does a power slide.

I don't know.

Booze all over the place, with guys chugging it back at alarming speeds. Couples making out in corners, quite possibly becoming one night stands. I don't know much about mother-daughter bonds, but I'm pretty sure they're supposed to keep their daughters OUT of places like these, not thrust them into them.

Maybe this IS normal. Maybe this is what I'm supposed to like, and do. Maybe…

Then why do I feel so uncomfortable? I've never been so out of place. I tug at the hem of my (short) dress, and move closer to the drinks table, not sure what to do. My mum told her stylist to dress me up for 'clubbing'- which, in the stylist's eyes- seems to translate as 'make her look as sluttish as possible'. Therefore, the shortest dress I have ever worn, the make up slapped up with a shovel, and the elaborate hairdo that took up 2 whole cans of hairspray. Not to mention killer high heels.

'Hey, sexy'.

I jump at the sound, and the feeling of breath near my ear; I turn around to see a blonde guy grinning at me.

'Hel-hi', I stutter, not sure who I was talking to. He carries on smiling.

'Hey, I'm Liam', he said, his eyes twinkling. Not in a good way. I shudder.

'Hi', I say again, moronically. He stands closer to me, making me want to move away- not possible, when the drinks table is behind me.

He gestures at the table, still smiling.

'You want a drink?' he says smoothly. 'Might lighten up the mood.'

Before I can shake my head, he grabs a bottle from the table, shoving it into my hand.

'Come on', he says, grabbing my waist. I shudder at the feel of his grip. 'Lets go find somewhere to sit while you drink that.'

I want to say no and pull away, but I don't want to be thought of as standoffish. Maybe this is normal? Everyone here seems to know someone. Maybe this is how they meet people. But something about Liam makes me feel uneasy.

He pulls me outside into a small garden, and sits me down on a bench. It was getting dark, and I could hardly see him. I wince at the way he grips my arm.

'This is nice, isn't it?' he says. I'm not sure if he's even speaking to me. He looks at the bottle in my hand. 'Drink it then'.

I look down at the stuff- vodka. It's not like I've never drunk alcohol anymore- I'm not that innocent- but it was the odd beer with my friends when we were away from the parents, Bacardi mixed with coke, or wine with the meal when my mom had people over- but I've never actually had vodka.

And something tells me this isn't the right situation to get drunk. But then, one look at Liam's face told me I didn't have much of a choice.

'Good girl', he said, as I took a swallow-bleurgh. He moved closer to me, his arm securing itself around my waist. I try to wriggle away, but he pulls me in with an iron-like force.

He leans close to me, his mouth on my ear- I could hear his harsh breathing.

'I think you're the hottest girl in the room', he said, tugging at the hem of my dress. 'I'd love to see how you look without that dress.'

Perve! I yank my head away from, attempting to stand up, before he pulls me back down.

'Come on; don't pretend you haven't been waiting for this', he said, pushing his hand up my skirt, on my thighs. Creep! I feel my throat close up and sweat build up on my back- he won't let go. 'I promise you, I'm very good'.

I was starting to feel sicker and sicker- I turned my head to look around me- no one was there. But it's so dark, no one would be able to see me anyway.

Help.

He pushed me down on the bench.

'Get off me!' I screamed, trying to pull my hands away from him, pushing him away. His eyes turn dark; he looks mad.

'Stop struggling- you asked for it', he spits at me. I close my eyes as the spit sprays my face…I can't believe this is happening. 'Stop pretending you aren't a slut'.

'HELP!' I start to scream, shrieking as loud as I can. 'SOMEONE HELP ME!'

Suddenly, a large force slams into my face as Liam slaps my face. I cry out, feeling a bruise forming on my face.

I start to cry. This can't be happening. It can't, it can't, it can't. He yanks at the strap of my dress as I fight him.

'Stop it, you slut', he breathes fiercely. 'Don't pretend you don't want to-'

WHACK.

Suddenly, Liam cries out, and I feel a burden lifted off of me. I sit up quickly, wiping my face of tears and trying to stand up.

I look up to see another- man?- standing next to Liam. I blink blindly in the dim light of the garden.

'Get lost, you sick prick', the other guy says. 'Trust me, if you lay one more finger on her, I'll get my bodyguard on you before you can start crying for your mom'.

'What the hell is it to you?' Liam spits, but his voice is wavering and he's cowering towards the door.

The other guy glares at him.

'That's none of your business. Now get lost, if you don't want me to get Big Man on you'.

Big Man.

Obviously Liam had heard of him. Without a single look at me, he ran off, back into the mass of people inside.

I started to shiver. I couldn't believe how close I had come…I couldn't look at my saviour (whoever he was), feeling embarrassed.

'Here', the guy said. A jacket appears in front of me. He sits down as I gratefully take the jacket.

'Thank you', I say. I dare look at him, to find him staring at me. 'I'm sorry..about that…I don't know…I'm not a slut!'

I feel like crying- is that what I come across as? What must he be thinking?

I close my eyes to blink the tears away, and yank at my hair, attempting to straighten it- I must look a mess. I can feel his stare burning my side.

'Are you okay?' he asks, cautiously, not sure what to do. 'Are you…hurt?'

'He didn't get that far, if that's what you're thinking', I say, crassly. What was I doing? I was acting almost like I was…mad…at him for saving me.

I sigh.

'I'm sorry', I carry on. 'Today…tonight…I don't normally dress like this.' I feel stupid. 'I don't normally come to places like this!'

He laughs softly. 'Trust me, you're not the only one.'

I look at him- properly this time. He had curly hair and was wearing a blue shirt with black pants- very conservative. He didn't look like he belonged here. There was something odd about him.

'Do I know you?' I blurt out, stupidly. He looks at me in surprise, and then smiles. He doesn't say anything.

I realise where I am. 'Should…I know you?' I ask hesitantly.

He smiles at me- actually, that might be a bit of a push. More of a turn of his lips upwards. I think he's smiling. Something about him intrigues me.

'It depends on the type of music you listen to, I guess', he says simply. I blink at him, the penny finally dropping.

'You're in that band', I stare at him, my mouth open.

Crap. Not only have I embarrassed myself, but I've done it in front of a famous band member.

He sees my face. 'Hey, don't worry', he says quickly. 'Not everyone recognises us…we haven't hit that far yet. We hope to.'

I couldn't get over the fact I was talking to a famous musician. I tried desperately to remember which one he was- I was pretty sure there were three guys.

Hang on.

'You're the drummer, aren't you?' I say suddenly, remembering him being at the back.

He chuckled, and held out his hand for me to shake.

'I'm Nick Lucas,' he says, as I shake his hand. 'I'm in the band the Jonas Brothers?'

Right. Even I know THEM.

'Oh my God,' I clap my hands to my mouth. I feel my face go red in embarrassment.

I made a fool of myself.

In front of a guy. A cute guy.

From JONAS.

'I'm so sorry', I say. 'I'm so stupid. For both not recognising you, and for stupid enough for trusting a guy I don't know. You don't need stuff like that taking up your time, I'm sorry…' I'm babbling.

Even in the dark, I can tell he's genuinely concerned now.

'Its not your fault', he says, reaching out, and then thinking the better of it. What is he thinking? 'Things like this always happen in places like this…its why I hate coming here'.

He sounds almost bitter. I can't help but prod further.

'Why would you come here then?' I ask. 'I mean, you guys are famous, it's not like you can't have your pick of venues.'

He looks at me. 'It's not always that easy', he says quietly. 'We're only as well known because of our record label. They…dictate everything. We do what they want us to do, or we're nothing at all. If they say I have to turn up at a club known for underage drinking and rape incidents, then I have to, because I have to look like I know how to socialise.'

I look at him, not knowing what to think. His face is hidden in the dark, so I can't see his expressions.

I can't help but feel…like I know him. Like I know what it feels like.

He sounds like me.

'I…know,' I start, gulping. 'I know what you mean'.

There's a silence as he looks at me.

'I'm no one famous, if that's what you're wondering about,' I try laughing, hoping he doesn't watch my mom's show.

Hang on. This is LA. Who doesn't watch my mom's show? I'm nearly in every single bloody episode, helping her hunt information. I might not be as well known as my mother ('yet', as my dear mother says.), but I do get recognised for being 'Eleanor Jefferson's daughter', thanks for the amount of times I've been shoved on her show and in places like these.

I didn't recognise a JONAS. How will he recognise me?

'Everyone here is in showbiz some way or another', he said, quietly. 'And I have seen you somewhere.'

'Y-you haven't' I freeze up, in panic. The minute he knows who I am, he'll hate me.

I'm Eleanor Jefferson's daughter. My mother is known for revealing celebrity secrets on her show on a regular basis. She trashes them like I trash salads when I'm forced to go on a diet.

If he knows me, he'll think…

Why do I suddenly care what he thinks? Five minutes ago, I didn't even know who he was.

'NICK!', someone was yelling from inside the room. We both jerk away, realising how close we'd been sitting.

'Nick, where are you?' the yelling gets louder.

Nick looks at me. 'I've got to go', he says quickly. 'I think my brother's are looking for me.'

'Okay', I say. I start to shrug of his jacket to give it back, when he stops me.

'Keep it', he says, briefly touching my bare shoulder. He pulls back quickly, and looks at me as he stands up. 'I don't want you to get a cold.'

'NICK! If you don't come to the limo in FIVE SECONDS I'm going to tell them about MR BUMBLES!'

Nick jerked his head towards the door, his face contorted in embarrassment.

'Sorry', he said, walking away. 'I have to go.'

I nod, knowing he was already gone, sitting by myself.

Trying to figure out what just happened.

The Present

Nick's POV

'OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!'

Macy dropped the lacrosse stick on Kevin's foot, as me and Joe cower away from her.

Okay. What the hell?

She looks at me, blinking hard, and begins to stutter as Stella looks at her, bewildered.

'OMG', she babbles. 'I'm so sorry! You're…you're JONAS! You're..erm…I'm so sorry! I have to go!'

'Wait!' Stella yells, but its too late, Macy's already half way down the corridor.

'I can't believe she just did that', Stella says, as I help Kevin up. His face is red as he rubs his foot.

'That hurt!' he whines. 'What did I do?'

'Typical JONAS fan, I guess', Joe says, grinning. Trust him to find this all entertaining.

'But she's not', Stella said, looking confused. 'I've mentioned you guys in front of her before, and it didn't even occur to her that I might be talking about you guys. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know you guys.'

'She obviously does, by the way she threw that stick', Kevin winced, pulled at his leg to check for damage.

'I'll talk to her', Stella reassures. Then looks at me. 'Why did she freak out when she saw you?'

I look at her stepping out of my daze.

'No idea,' I say.

I have seen her before. Somewhere. Anywhere….

OOOOOOOO

6 weeks ago

Nick's POV

'What?', I yell, as I jump in the limo. Both of my brother's stare at me.

'We finished playing ages ago', Joe says, looking at me like I was retarded. 'Where did you disappear off to?'

Kevin was looking through some gift baskets, looking disappointed.

'They never give those chocolate covered animal biscuits anymore', he said mournfully.

'I went to get some fresh air', I said simply. 'Now can we just go? I'm getting a headache.'

'Someone's in a bad mood', Kevin said.

'Again', Joe scoffs. 'I would say you just got dumped by a girl- but we were only in there for 45 minutes, and that's a bit fast- even for you'.

If looks could kill…

'Okay, okay' Joe says suddenly, seeing my face. 'I get it. God. You're so uptight'.

I ignore him, and look out of the window, past the adoring fans.

She had looked so vulnerable, so innocent. Like she didn't belong there at all. What was she doing there?

The look on her face when I pulled that guy off her…its like, for a second, she thought I was going to attack her too.

My face wrinkles up in disgust. What kind of sick idiot does that?

But she must have trusted me a little, because she didn't run away. Something…something about her just pulled me in. Maybe it was just because she looked like she wasn't ready to be left on her own. Maybe it was because she genuinely didn't seem to know who I was. It was refreshing to be able to talk to a girl who wasn't trying to sweet talk me for something.

Even after what had just happened, she looked oddly beautiful. So self conscious, and embarrassed when o couldn't understand why she should be embarrassed by something that wasn't her fault.

Then there was all the talking. I have…never talked so much in one go. That's Joe's department. I've always been the quiet one. But I could see from her face that she understands.

How does she understand. Who the hell is she? I;m pretty sure she doesn't want me to know.

I'm pretty sure I've seen her somewhere…I just can't place her face…

'Earth to Nick', I blink to see Joe's face. 'We're here?'

'Yeah, yeah', I sigh, and jump out of the car, the cool breeze hitting my face.

The silence. No screaming fans. No loud music.

I forgot about everything that happened in the day, as all I could think about now was my bed.

Present day

Nick's POV

'She must have seen me in a charity appeal or something', I say to my brothers and Stella. 'I do loads for Diabetes..'

'Macy doesn't have diabetes', Stella says confused.

I shrug, looking down the corridor, thinking.

'Come on', I say to Joe and Kevin. 'Music next. Something we'll be good at'.

TBC

SORRY! It's like cliffhanger after cliffhanger…I know I must really confuse you guys. I promise you, these lunatic images of my mind DO make sense! Please do keep on reading, I love you guys! Seriously, when I get a review, I get really excited, as sad as that sounds- they really do will me to write more, I can't express that enough. I mean, its nice to get hits on this story (those I have heaps of), but the reviews really do it for me.

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