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A/N: There's some sort of major glitch right now going on with FFN updates. Took me a few days to figure out how to post a new chapter because I kept getting error2. If anyone else is having problems and needs to know how to by pass the error, email me. Hopefully all of my corrections to the story in edit/preview have stuck. This is a fairly long chapter btw!

A/N: Hi everyone. Wow, the views on this story are fantastic! So happy to see so many people at least checking it out. Thank you for that! Again, I'd like to say my thoughts and prayers are with those who have been affected by the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. Words cannot explain the ache in my heart for those who have lost loved ones or who's loved ones are still missing.

This chapter was a little harder to write. I wanted to put in a little bit of back story about what happened during Serena's 14 months in America. So in order to do that I had to split this chapter into two parts - So this is part one. For those of you who need a warning: this chapter touches slightly on some disordered eating.

Please don't forget to review and let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Karma Dues

45 minutes later and after a lot of effort, Serena had managed to fight her cowlicks and get her bangs to stay put. She'd curled her locks with hot curlers and side parted her bangs before pulling her hair it into a low pony tail that hung over one shoulder.

She threw on a flowing lavender skirt that ended two inches above the knee, and a vintage sleeveless navy and white striped scoop-neck top. She slipped on vintage red flats as she tucked in the shirt and zipped the skirt shut in the back.

Opening her armoire she debated what kind of sweater to wear. A white cardigan won the battle. It was September, so it was still quite warm, but it was always a little cool in the airport. Grabbing a vintage red purse that matched her shoes and picking all of her things up off the floor, Serena grabbed the pager off the side table and she slipped it into her pocket.

She checked her phone one last time and sent Mina a message saying she had to make a pit stop on the way to get her. Then she sauntered into the elevator, checking her watch. 8:20. Had she ever seen 8:20 on a saturday morning before? She pressed lobby and waited as the metal box descended.

I cannot believe I'm doing this. It's his fault. Maybe I should just throw it away. It's not like they wouldn't give him a new one.

Serena huffed over her internal ramblings as the doors elevator doors slid open. One word rang in her head loud and clear. Karma. Regardless of Dick-wad's pernicious words, with her luck the karma bus would be chasing her the rest of her natural born life if she didn't at least return the pager to the hospital.

As she made her way through the lobby and into the street, she was surprised to see how busy it was on a saturday morning. She waved down a cab and climbed in as she gave the driver the name of the hospital.

Rolling down her window she took in the city, it's vast buildings, the sounds of hustle and bustle, the architecture, and the couple here and there that were laughing at photos as they took them.

Must be nice.

Serena thought as her mind wandered back to her one and only boyfriend, a guy she'd met upon moving back to America, Michael Diamond. When she thinks boyfriend, she's using the term loosely.

He was a football player at the school she'd gone to. He'd seemed like any one of these guys the cab passed; Fun, loving, endearing. Yeah well, that didn't last very long. He'd talked her into bed and right out of it. Only to turn around and tell the whole school. This lead her to believe guys just simply weren't worth it.

The saddest part was that he'd constantly call her and she'd run back to him. Thinking he was King and that she'd never amount to anything more than his peasant - but as long as he wanted her, that was good enough.

Manipulation can really consume a persons heart like the plague. She'd gone through every emotion in the spectrum; a major player being lack of control. Which lead her to not eating and being depression.

She'd also let Michael get her into trouble for sneaking out, drinking underage and even doing drugs. Which she all agreed to in a desperate attempt to be accepted by him and his peers.

Deep down, she knew her struggles over the past 14 months had probably had something to do with the reason her parents had agreed to let her and Mina come back. They had only agreed to the move, though, after Serena acknowledge she should probably seek counseling.

So, After four weeks of therapy, in all sense of the word lying her way to 'improvement'. She'd gotten the okay from her therapist that she was well enough to take on the responsibility of living on her own. The therapist had also stated that being somewhere familiar could only benefit Serena.

That was the moment when Serena realize the therapist wasn't a fool, but all words and conversations aside - this move was definitely what would put Serena back on track and she knew that as well as the therapist. Already, she was feeling a sense of control creeping back into her life, perhaps that's what had scared her the first day as she'd stared at The Duplex Tower.

In a bid to protect her, her parent's made her delete her facebook account, delete her email address and changed her cell number so that Michael couldn't contact her. Serena hadn't fought them on it. More than anything, she just wanted to be the innocent 17 year old that she'd been when first moving back to America.

No matter how much she tried though, she wasn't that girl, So she had to come to terms with the changes and accept them while moving forward. Not to mention, pay back her Karma dues...

Which pulled her back to reality as the cab pulled up in front of a large building on Nishishinjuku. Serena leaned over the front seat of the cab and paid the driver in cash. Then she stepped out onto the sidewalk and shut the door, staring at the hospital entrance.

The fact that she was returning something to someone who had offended her on more than one occasion. (but he saved you on one of those occasions, so those marks don't count). Proved to her that she was making amends with herself. She also couldn't bring herself to believe that she was naturally that terrified of the Karma bus. So there had to be another reason.

She gracefully glide up to the doors, putting on her best grown up face and walked into the lobby. Right smack in the middle of the room was a large circular counter that she assumed was reception. She walked over to it as a nurse walked behind the counter.

"Excuse me..." Serena began.

"Sorry no time, dear, We're completely understaffed right now." The woman grabbed a chart and stared at intently while skipping off around the corner.

Serena looked around, the emergency room was full. She turned back to the desk to look for a scrap piece of paper, deciding she'd just leave a note and the pager on the desk. As she looked over all the white sheets, though, she realized she'd get in a hell of a lot of trouble if she happened to choose something rather important to write on.

Poor trees. She pitied the minion that had to organize all that crap.

When two more nurses came and went, not even acknowledging her presences, Serena got impatient.

She headed down the hall directly behind the reception in a bid to find the security station and just drop it off there. As she made her way down the maze of hallways she tried to keep track of where she'd come from.

After two turns to the left and one to the right... or was it two? She stood in the middle of a hallway. She was so lost. The hustle and bustle around her was so extreme no one even seemed to notice her.

Suddenly, there was a large banging sound as two swinging doors opened from the opposite end of the hallway.

"A train derailed over the Nakano.." An english man dressed in scrubs pulled his mask off his face as he talked, "there's numerous injuries, we've had to start transfering patients who aren't critically injured to neighboring hospitals."

Serena jumped out of the way as they whizzed past her. She heard what they were saying, but she couldn't take her eyes off the lady on the gurney. The woman was tubed with massive amounts of gauze over her head and her leg was broken, sliced open to the bone. She gaped at the sight of the blood and the bone.

In that moment she realized the chaotic frenzy around her, having been so caught up in her thoughts before that she hadn't noticed. Serena turned to leave as clearly this wasn't the time to return something as small as a pager.

She was just about to make a dash for the reception area when someone grabbed her arm, "miss... please, I need help."

"I'm sorry?" Serena turned to see a man standing there holding a blood soaked towel to his head. She looked down to see his other bloody hand covering her arm.

"I think my head is bleeding a little?"

"I'm sorry, I don't work here, I can't help you." She shook her head swallowing back the vomit in her throat before repeating her sentence in Japanese.

"I think.. I think It's just a little scratch, but could you take a look?" The man pulled the towel off his head to reveal a slab of his scalp ripped away from it's usual place, his skull oozing blood.

Serena gasped, Shaking violently before she yanked her arm free from his grasp and ran. Slipping as she went, she grabbed onto anything that would hold her up right as she clamored down the hall and through the double doors that the doctors had gone into.

She skid and rounded another corner, flying into someone so hard she ricochet off of them and tumbled towards the wall. Arms shot out and around her as she hit the floor, taking the other person with her.

As her cheek connected with the floor, Serena wheezed and started trying to crawl away.

"No, no, let me go, let me go," she mumbled incoherently.

Her eyes glazed were over. All she could see was that guy's hand gripping her arm as he showed her his skull.

"You again? What the hell are you doing back here?" The voice was angry.

"No, stop." Serena pushed her violently shaking hands against the broad chest in front of her, hitting it repeatedly. The arms around her strained, not letting her go.

"Hey! hey, look at me." The concern shown through in his voice as the man tried to get Serena to stop moving so he could get a good look at her eyes.

"No." she choked as tears filled her blue orbs, blurring her vision further. Her eyes only seeing the newly defined red streaks on the mans lab coat.

"She's in shock." A nervous female nurse stated between pants. "I chased after her as fast as I could."

"What happened?" He growled as Serena continued to try to push him away.

"Get off of me," she cried.

"There was a victim, he is in shock himself. He drove to the hospital with half is scalp hanging off the side of his head. He thought she worked here!"

Suddenly everything froze. Serena Calmed, as the man looked down at her. He caught her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. The moments ticked by as they stared at each other. Serena tried to get her body to quit shaking, but it wouldn't comply.

As it registered that Mr. Dick-wad - or should she say Dr. Dick-wad? - was the unlucky souvenir she'd carried to the floor, she blinked at him.

"I... I ... I just... I just wanted to drop... off the pager and leave." She sobbed looking down at her hands as they began to shake again.

The man raised his eyebrows in understanding. She had his missing pager, though he was baffled as to how that could have happened.

He pulled her close to him, "Shhhhh."

"I... I didn't mean to get ... in the way." She whispered through the tightness that continued to squeeze her chest.

"Doctor, perhaps we should get her out of the hallway." The woman spoke again. This time much more sure of herself as she recovered her own composure.

The man nodded and in one swift motion Serena was off the floor, cradled in his arms. As he walked, the man contemplated how this could happen. He felt horrible. She was just trying to do something right for once and instead she'd gotten a lot more than she'd bargained for.

The nurse opened a door as the man walked into one of the on-call rooms. Seeing how busy they were, it would be the quietest place for the time being. He sat Serena down on one of the cots.

"Are you alright?" He asked, kneeling beside her.

He reached out and brushed a hand over the top of her head as she leaned over herself, hugging her stomach as if to keep her insides intact. Eventually she nodded, not speaking.

"Do you need anything?"

She shook her head.

The man sighed in frustration and ran his hands through his own hair, pulling on it.

"I can't help you if you don't talk."

Serena lifted her head to look around the room. In the corner she read 'water closet' in japanese on a door. She put her head back down for a minute. Inhaling and Exhaling slowly to try and calm herself and find her strength.

As she did this Dr Dick-wad grabbed a chair and slid it over until it was positioned in front of Serena before sitting in it.

"You sure do know how to cause a scene, you know." He shook his head as he spoke, but Serena could sense the amusement in his voice.

She tilted her head up to glare at him.

"You would say something like that." She mumbled.

He studied her face intently as she adverted her eyes, feeling uneasy by his stare.

"You're rather pale, do you mind if I take your vitals?"

"Yes." Serena huffed, "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, if you'll recall, you just went into shock." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "... and I'm fairly certain you may have hit your head on the floor." He brushed a finger over her cheek where it was slightly discolored. Serena winced in pain and swatted his hand away.

"Oh aren't you just Mr Nice Guy?" Serena brought herself upright.

Why is this guy so pretty? Geez.

"Actually, I am." He smiled.

Serena rolled her eyes.

"That's a little egotistical isn't it?"

"Just because you've happen to catch me on off days, does not mean I'm generally a bad person."

"No, I don't think you're a bad person, just a self righteous pain in the ass." She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Are you always so quick to jump to conclusions?" This time he was smirking. He was enjoying this childish banter.

"You know, for not knowing you I sure have managed to rack up a lot of physical and emotional bruises over the past couple days!" She snapped.

Serena felt the tears well up in her eyes, she swallowed back the vomit still threatening to engulf her airway. The beautiful man's features immediately softened.

"Look, I just want to help you."

He leaned forward to touch her knee and hesitated before pulling his hand back to run it through his hair again. He wondered what she meant by physical bruises and then he remember seeing the scrap on her elbow when she'd been struggling with him on the floor in the hallway.

the wall from last night. He thought to himself.

"What's your name?" He asked eyeing her cheek.

"Serena."

He furrowed his brow as if questioning something before recovering so that Serena could no longer read him. That's when she noticed for the first time that he looked rather tired.

"How old are you?"

"Old enough. Look, I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. You have a whole hospital full of gaping wounds right now. I don't need help." She finally answered, holding her hands open in defeat.

There was most definitely a double meaning behind that statement and they both caught it. After several seconds of a staring contest, she attempted to stand. Her knees where shaky and Dr Beautiful Dick-wad reached out a hand to help her, but she gestured a hand for him to stop.

"I can do this on my own."

He just nodded, furrowing his eyebrows and watching her as she slowly walked over to the restroom. Once she was walking, he stood to follow behind her.

"Don't lock it, just... just incase anything happens."

Serena turned around and cocked an eyebrow at him. "I can already tell you what's going to happen Dr Dick-wad. I'm going to go in this bathroom and throw up the contents of my meager breakfast, being quite proud of myself for having kept it down this long. Then I'm going to give you back your pager that stowed away in my messenger bag overnight and leave this god-forsaken hospital and never come back."

He blanched at her.

"Did you just call me Dr Dick-wad?"

Serena closed the door in his face. She took the four steps to the toilet and shoved her fingers down her throat.

Finally she had the release she needed, finally she was in control again.

A/N: hmmmmmm, Serena's going through some serious personal struggles right now. However, she hasn't lost her sense of humor - I'm kind of becoming a fan of the nickname Dr Dick-wad... What about you? Review and let me know!