I Will Try to Fix You

Summary: Kristina Davis had been hurt alot in her young life. Maybe all she needed was someone who understood. Friendship fic

Characters: Kristina Davis, Shane Balsom

A/N: This is basically as if Lexi still played Kristina. However, Starr is still in Port Charles, with Michael. Hope and Cole are still dead.

Kristina sighed as she sipped her cappucino. She ran a hand through her brown hair, thinking of how she should probably get it cut at some point. The girl had no clue how she'd even ended up here in Llanview, Pennsylvania. It seemed to be a hell of a place to come, just to think things over. But she'd had to get away and this had seemed like the best choice. Michael's girlfriend, Starr had talked about her home when the two girls were hanging out the other day.

"Excuse me, Miss? Would you like something else to drink?" A soft, feminine voice asked.

"Um, I guess I'll try the chicken tenders, side casear salad, and onion rings." The young woman answered, glancing up and locking her eyes on a pair of dark blue ones.

The waitress smiled and nodded. "Alright then. Your food should be out in about fifteen to twenty minutes. Would you like your salad to be brought out before your chicken?"

Kristina shook her head. "I'd rather have it all brought out together, if you don't mind."

The waitress nodded and walked away and Kristina turned her attention back to the classified ads of the newspaper.

"If you're looking for a job, the salon my grandmother, Roxy owns is hiring." A male said to her, scooting into the other side of the booth.

She looked up, startled. A boy probably a little bit younger than her stood there. His hair was blond and a bit long and he had a warm smile. "Who are you?" She questioned, furrowing her brow as she stared at him.

The boy laughed. "Sorry." He replied. "I'm Shane. Shane Balsom. I couldn't help but notice that you were looking in the classifieds. I've never seen you around before. You must be new."

"I'm Kristina Davis. I'm from Port Charles." Kristina replied softly as her food was brought to her, being placed infront of her.

Shane's dark eyes widened. "Do you know Starr Manning?" He wondered, curiousity getting the best of him.

The girl raised her eyebrow as she munched on an onion ring, offering him one. "She's dating my brother, Michael. Why do you ask?"

He shrugged. "I just know that she's been living there. I was wondering how she was doing. She lost her daughter and her boyfriend awhile back."

"Why wouldn't you ask her family about that or write her a letter, even? I'm sure she'd like to hear from you." Kristina couldn't help but wonder what this boy wasn't telling her.

Shane shifted uneasily and swallowed hard. "I don't exactly talk to her family. Not after what her brother did to me."

Kristina just gave the boy a confused look.

"Jack Manning bullied me. He took my clothes and pushed me into the gym, he stole my inhaler, he and his friends called me Weezy. Even when I tried to kill myself, it wasn't enough. A little while afterwards, he and his friend, Brad created an account and made me think this girl was into me. I realised that it was them, so I acted like I believed it. One time, I didn't close my computer out and my mom found out. She put on my jacket and went to this supposed "party" that the girl had invited me to. She was locked into the warehouse where carbon monoxide was leaking out. We thought she was dead for a long time."

The girl across from him shivered and let out a gasp. "I'm sorry." She murmured. "You know, I wasn't Miss. Popular in highschool."

Shane raised his eyebrow. "I find that a little hard to believe." He scoffed, shuffling his feet under the table. "I mean, you're gorgeous." His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he realised what exactly he'd said.

Kristina bit her lip, feeling warmth spread through her at his compliment. "You shouldn't judge people just on their looks, Shane. My father is a mob boss. He makes a living out of scaring, threatening, and killing people. Port Charles isn't that big of a place so of course, everybody knew and didn't exactly jump at the chance to be my friend. I guess that's why I fell so hard for Keifer and ignored all of the obvious signs." She felt tears sting her eyes as she thought of her dead ex who'd beaten her and shoved her. Who'd grabbed her delicate wrist, harshly and marred her skin with bruises.

The younger male swallowed hard and looked away, obviously getting what she was hinting at. "You know, it doesn't matter who you are. It doesn't matter that your father is a mob boss. You're a nice person and you obviously don't agree with his choices. Just...do what you want."

She gave him a shy smile. "That's good advice." She whispered, putting money on the table and standing up. "So, how about you take me to your grandmother's salon so I can meet her? Maybe if I'm lucky and she likes me, she'll give me a job."

Shane grinned back at her and stood up, linking his arm with her's and walking out the door. This was the start of a beautiful friendship.

The End

A/N: So the quote torwards the end was inspired by something Sam Winchester said on Supernatural. "It doesn't matter who you are. It only matters what you do" or something along those lines.