A/n: Sorry for the delay. I told you I was going to make a video or two. Well, I did. Check my channel for Lost girl/doccubus/cartoon. I've always wanted to do something like that.

Anyway, in this chapter I'm going to leave out the who's POV is whose. It'd be nice to let you guess. Hopefully you can and I don't suck so bad at writing them that you can't tell who is who. *nervous chuckle* I have very little confidence now.

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It all felt like I was in a slow motion movie; a silent slow motion movie. I wanted to shout but I had no voice. My system was too shocked that my body had somewhat shut down. I froze. I saw the blinking lights and I heard the blaring horn. I couldn't see who was driving, just that a moving car with the bass thumping inside was headed my way. Yes, I actually heard the bass in between the honks. How I manage to register the music baffles me because all I could do was stand frozen as the oncoming lights became bigger and brighter. I wanted to run to the other side or run back to where I came from. I wanted to yell,"Stop!" but nothing happened. I stood there frozen like a classic deer in the headlights metaphor, only this was real life. My bloody real life that was about to come to a very painful end or just a painful pause for several weeks if I was lucky. But then, I'm never lucky. Never was growing up, probably never will be later on in life as well if I somehow survive this. In these last few moments my thoughts should drift to my family, my friends and all the regrets or what not that they show you in the movies. But my last thought apparently is that of a love lost, one I thought I was over; or rather a love I never lost because there was none to lose in the beginning anyway.

Yes. Story of my life. I fell hard for the brunette whose smile could melt the coldest of hearts or well more accurately, my icy heart every time she decided to grace her presence into my almost non-existent life. Why non-existent? Because that's how I saw it. All I had was mam and dad, school and my bicycle to which I would ride to school on every day. Good workout and I paid next to nothing for maintenance. Whatever money I had, I put away to save up for that one way ticket to the States. Ah yes, America. Where all your dreams come true. At least that's what they say in the... Yep. You got it. Movies. I think I might have a slight problem with that. The only thing I did for fun was go to the movies.

Now back to the one I gave my heart to but never got anything more than friendship back. Yes, the ever so adorable way that she would giggle when I accidentally say something silly or make a silly face at; one that I have no apparent control over, mind you. My face. I was talking about my face in case you missed it. I remember when we went to watch one of those horror films at the cinema. She knew I didn't scare easily so she thought it would be a good idea to go watch the scariest movie of the year. Yes, I repeat. THE scariest movie of the year. I screamed and yelped more times than I would want to admit to a giggling Bo. She thought it was funny. The upside though was I got to lean into her arms. She was comforting me in between her fits of laughter. Then when I thought we were about to kiss-

"Hey! Look out!" I hear this voice yell at someone before I felt myself fall to the ground and saw a car screeched to a stop just inches away from where I suppose I was standing; effectively pulling me back to reality.

"Ouch! What the-?"

"Are you okay?" I looked up into big brown soulful eyes whose body I was apparently underneath.

"I.. I'm fine. I guess," I say as I continue to stare into those eyes. I clear my throat at the awkward position we were in.

"Oh! Oh yeah. Sorry," he chuckles as he gets off me and helps me up. I stand and rub my backside and slightly grimace as I hit a sore spot. He looks concerned and tries to check me for further injuries, "Whoa... Hold on there, blondie." He quickly pulls back his hand, "My apologies, Miss. I was only trying to see if you had gotten any further injuries."

I nod in understanding, "It's alright. I'm fine. See?" I righted myself and dusted off the small amount of snow from my coat and jeans. "Can't say the same about my phone, though," I bent down to look at the severely broken pieces of plastic that once was my phone.

"OMG! Shite! I'm so sorry, lady," this young man comes rushing out of his red car towards me, regret and fear clearly evident in his eyes. A few seconds later, another young fella comes running towards us as well.

"Are you okay, miss?" the first one asks me as his friend looks on along with the stranger that had just saved my life.

I stand back up again. "Yes, yes. I'm quite alright. But what were you doing? Didn't you see me walking across the street?" I ask as I rub my temple. It was throbbing and the pain was getting worse. I must've hit my head on something when I fell earlier.

"Him? What were you doing texting and not looking both ways before you crossed the road? Didn't your mam ever teach you how to cross a road safely?" the second one decided to butt in.

I placed my hands on my hips and squared my shoulders, "Excuse me? And don't you dare bring me mam into this, you little shite! I don't have to look at you properly to know you're barely even 16. And you," I went to stand closer to the guilt - stricken boy whom I assumed was the driver as he came running first, "How old are you? Do you even have a driving licence?"

The boy couldn't look more guilty if he tried, "I.. I just got my licence yesterday. Please don't tell my folks about this. I'll give you a ride to the nearest hospital to get you checked out. Just please no parents and no police. My dad will kill me."

His friend turned and stared at him, "What? Are you seriously scared of this chick?"

"Hey, you little-"

"Please. I'm so sorry. Please ignore my idiot of a friend here. We had a few drinks before I was going to send him home. Please. We were just celebrating me finally getting my driver's licence. I can't have a point or more on it today," he pleaded with me.

As I was about to answer him, I caught a glimpse of a brunette making her way towards me out of the corner of my eye. There was a small crowd beginning to form around us. It couldn't be. No, it couldn't be her.

I squinted to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. When she finally reached me; concern etched in her eyes, she pulled me into a tight embrace. I heard her somewhat asking me stuff. My guess would be if I'm alright because I couldn't register what was happening. I didn't think I would be seeing her again so soon and all I could utter was her name. Bo.

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As I was about to take a sip from my hot cocoa, I heard a vehicle come to a screeching halt after several honks of his horn. My eyes went wide as I realised that there could've been an accident outside. I quickly got up and made my way out the door of Papa Joe's to where the small crowd of curious onlookers were starting to gather ahead much to the surprise of Kenzi. She was in the midst of enjoying her cup of chocolate heaven when I was making my way back from the loo. Colin must have brought them to our table when I was away earlier.

"Whoa! Hold on, BoBo! Wait for me!" I hear her call after me as I pushed myself through the crowd. Even though I had just recently dropped out of med school because I couldn't stomach the reality of cutting open human bodies, I still wanted to help any way that I could with the current situation. I may appear a badass who doesn't get frightened easily when it comes to horror films and the likes of it, but when it came to actually slicing open the skin of another human being, I surrendered.

I could still picture that day in the anatomy lab where we had to form groups of four to dissect a cadaver. We named ours Joey. He was in his mid-thirties when he died of a heart attack. He left behind no wife and no children. He wasn't a loner though. He had plenty of friends who he would hang out with every Friday night. He looked okay to me, somewhat healthy. He wasn't fat and was actually quite fit to be honest. He must have gone to the gym quite regularly before he passed. Who knew he had high cholesterol? At least that's the story I had made up in my head as I looked at the cold, dead body in front of me. We weren't told the COD. I paced my breathing at the sight of dead Joey lying on a slab in front of us. I was nervous no doubt. Then when the professor told us to make that first cut across his chest, I volunteered. I wanted to be the brave one like I was all my life. I remember picking up the scalpel then almost pressing down on the cold skin. I stopped a centimetre away. I couldn't do it. I dropped the bladed instrument onto the table and ran out of the lab with my hand covering my mouth. I was holding it in. I quickly ran towards the nearest loo and emptied my breakfast into the toilet bowl as I cried. I could picture my father's face on Joey 's body. Or at least what I imagined he would look like. We had a closed casket funeral the day my dad was buried. Mam never took me to the hospital to see him. The doctors did what they could, but it was too late. His injuries were too severe. I was in school when she got the news. She spared me the gory details of how he died; just said that it was a fatal car accident. No autopsy was done; just the funeral the next day. One day he was there with mam sending me off to the school bus with a kiss goodbye, the next he was gone and it was just mam trying to put on a strong front for me, her little lass.

After that meltdown, I went straight home to find Kenzi. Normally for matters such as these, I would go to Lauren but I had somewhat adjusted ever since her disappearance nearly two years ago. No longer do I reach for my phone to speed dial the number 2 that was previously assigned to her cell number. No longer do I race to her house to seek comfort in those always welcoming arms of hers. Now, I just go back to my place hoping to catch Kenzi before her shift and let my heart out to her over a tub of vanilla ice cream or if she's busy at the pub, I'll just drown my sorrows in a pint or two and if all that doesn't work, I just cry myself to sleep; thinking about all the mistakes I've done in my 20 years here on earth to mam, to dad, to grandpa Trick, to Lauren and all those boys and girls I dated before I broke their hearts. God how I would miss her during my bad days and even my good ones. She was always the one I would run to first with good news or bad. I'm such a fool to have done what I did and took her for granted all those years. Now I don't know if I will ever meet her again.

My heart stopped for a millisecond when I saw the scene in front of me. Lying there was a blonde I haven't seen for almost two years now. I thought she left this place for good. I rushed to make my way towards her, to see if she was alright. I knew some basic first aid treatment if I ever needed to help out. When she finally stood up I could hear voices being raised and I continued to nudge myself through the crowd and towards her.

A few shoves here and there, I finally reached her. I quickly grab her and hug her tight as I ask her repeatedly if she was alright. A single tear rolled down my cheek at the situation. I breathed a sigh of relief as I hugged her tighter. I couldn't lose another person from my life for good. Not family. Not friends.

"Bo," she says my name.

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I had just reached the sidewalk when I heard a driver beeping his horn repeatedly and tyres screeching to an abrupt halt. I quickly turned to where the sound was coming from. It was about 50 feet from where Papa Joe's was. I didn't hear a thud or any type of sound a car would make if it had hit anything or anyone. Then again, I've never actually witnessed a live accident before. Curiosity got the better of me and I skipped the bakery; headed towards the small group of people that were gathering near the traffic lights. For some reason, I felt drawn to the place. I quickly brush it off as my inquisitive nature instead. My brown paper bag that held my soda bread was in my left hand as I shoved my right inside my coat pocket. I slowly strolled down the street and in less than five minutes, I had reached my destination.

I heard some shouting on the way over here which piqued my interest. One of the voices seemed familiar. I tried to manoeuvre my way in between the curious onlookers when I noticed an old lady with a scarf around her neck and her grey winter coat milling about the crowd. It was Mrs Harrison, the town gossip. No doubt about it, the townsfolk would hear about this little accident even before the newspapers were delivered the next morning. I grimaced at the sight of the old auburn haired lady and snuck behind a tall stranger. I kept her in my view, though. Last thing I wanted was to run into the lady and get grilled about my love life. Though she was a fairly nice person to get to know, I was not in the mood to have my love life talked about in the open. The paparazzi have a nice thing going there already. Sigh.

As I stood behind the tall gentleman, I groaned. I couldn't see anything. I rolled my eyes at the situation. Move to get a better view and risk getting seen by Mrs Harrison or stand behind the gentlemen and try and listen in to the conversation like an eavesdropping teenager. Hmm... Decisions. Decisions.

I took a deep breath and decided to try my luck to get a closer look at the driver and victim or victims of interest. I still didn't know who or how many people were involved. I gripped the bag in my hand tighter and slid in between a young boy and his parents. There. Still hidden from Mrs Harrison and hopefully other people who would recognise me but in a position where I could see clearly who the people involved were. What I saw made my heart stopped and raced at the same time if that were possible. The shock caused me to momentarily lose my grip of my paper bag and it fell to the ground. I groaned at my clumsiness, and then quickly bent down to pick it up.

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As I was still processing at what could've been, I prayed a silent thank you for letting her be unharmed. I was about to let go of her when I felt the same pull I felt at Papa Joe's earlier tonight. I turned my head to the right as I released my hold on her to look at a bunch of strangers looking my way. Well, our way to be exact. My eyes stumbled upon a young boy and his parents who were holding his shoulder, keeping him in place. I didn't know them. They looked to be in their thirties. The mother was whispering something to the father as I glanced their way. I shrugged and wiped the tear from my face as I took a step back and finally realised that another person from my past was standing next to us.

I turned to look at him, "What are you doing here?"

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I picked up my bag of soda bread and straightened myself as I released a confused breath. There near the pavement covered in snow, stood three people from my past I never thought I'd see again for a very long time let alone in one place at the same time, though one of them I wanted to reconcile with as soon as I was in a good place with me mam and work. Well, mostly me mam. Work was getting frustrating because of said person. I couldn't concentrate on writing songs other than broken-hearted ballads. Come to think of it, I guess that's actually a perk for broken-hearted people who buy my music. I smile a lop-sided smile to no one in particular.

I took a deep breath before I tapped on the shoulder of the father of the young child in front of me, "Excuse me. Do you know what happened here?"

The father of the boy didn't bother to look at me as he simply stated, "Not sure. I think those two boys are the culprits. They nearly hit that young blonde lady over there." The wife glanced at me then nodded her head towards the tall blonde man standing beside the lady; continuing where her husband left off, "That tall gentleman was in the right place at the right time. He shoved her to safety. I saw the whole thing from across the street before rushing over here." She turned to look at me staring at her; listening intently, "Albert here was already with Andrew in the car when I was about to get in but didn't when we heard the tyres screeching. That's when we came over here to check on everyone."

"Oh. I see. Wow. She's lucky," I remarked and the wife gave me a "don't you know it" look. "How about the brunette there?" I pushed further.

"Oh. She came running later. Must be someone close to her, that blonde," she pointed towards Bo and Tamsin.

I looked at where she was pointing at and I saw that Bo was wiping her cheek. Was she crying? Are they still together or was she just being concerned?

"Hmm... I guess so," I tried to hide the jealousy and hurt behind my voice but the woman noticed.

She had curiosity behind her voice as she asked me, "Do you know them?"

I turned to face her before I sighed, "I used to."

"Oh."

"Hey, wait a minute." I could see she was staring hard at me trying to place my face from somewhere in her memory. "I feel like I know you from somewhere. You look familiar."

Recognition started to hit her as she exclaimed, "Wait! Aren't you Laur-"

I pinched the bridge on my nose as I decided to cut her off. Now was not a good time to get recognised.

"Everyone is alright, right? Did anybody call the ambulance? She doesn't seem to be injured. Just minor scratches. No obvious bruises," I observed.

The woman tried again as she studied my face, "I knew it! You are her! You're Lauren O-"

"Shhh..." I whispered as I placed my index finger on my lips.

She finally got the hint and nodded; a huge grin on her face.

"Um.. Thank you for your time. I must be going now. And again... Shhh..." I extended my hand to show her my gratitude for informing me on what had happened earlier and for keeping my identity a secret.

She took my hand almost immediately after and shook it hard. I guess she was a fan.

"Um..." I started as she was still holding onto my hand a wee bit longer than a normal handshake normally took.

"Hmm? Oh yes. Yes. Sorry about that," she removed her hand from mine as she quickly took out a small leather notebook from her handbag.

"Do you mind?" she gestured towards the notebook and offered me a pen.

I smiled weakly, "No. Not at all." I didn't want to draw any more attention than necessary towards myself. I wasn't ready to face Bo yet.

I took the pen and nodded towards my brown paper bag, "Um, do you mind?"

She quickly placed and held the opened notebook in place on her husband's back who has been oblivious to our little conversation, for the past five minutes, "Ingrid. What the-?"

"Shhhh. .. Just be a dear and stay still for a while, won't you?"

I chuckled apologetically at the husband who was wondering what on earth was going on between his wife and I.

"To whom shall I address this to?" I glanced over at the wife.

"Ingrid, please. I'm a huge fan of yours ever since-"

"Shhhh. .." I beckoned her silence once again to which she promptly understood. I signed her name and wished her best wishes on the notebook before handing the pen back to her.

"Thank you."

"No. Thank you. Oh goodness, this turned out to be such a lucky day," she beamed after she removed the notebook from her husband's back.

The husband looked at his wife then at me, finally realising what had just happened. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Well, I best be going now," I say as I slowly backed away from the little family; waving goodbye at them.

Ingrid pretended to zip her mouth shut as she couldn't help but smile widely at me. I waved one more time and then headed back towards my father's car. I can pick something else up on the way back to the hospital for him. Last thing I wanted right now was to confront Bo with Dyson and Tamsin around.

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-End of chapter 7-

A/n2: I hope that was somewhat believable. I never intended to harm Lauren. So, you guys can release that breath you've probably been holding since the previous chapter. I'm not that evil. Lol.

Now, as usual. Reviews, please. Thank you for your time and sorry for any mistakes. I really hope this chapter wasn't so bleh.. I must apologise again if it was. Till the next update, cheers!