A new character, as promised. Please don't judge her too quickly.

WARNING: Cussing in this chapter, but it is bleeped out! Please read with caution if you are a younger reader or sensitive to more mature topics.

I don't own Austin & Ally


Jasmine Davis had always been the kind of girl who knew what she wanted. In school, she had been the 'it' girl. She'd gotten any boy she wanted and didn't care who she stepped on to get him.

Jasmine Davis played boys like a fiddle. Even the good boys came running at her beck and call. What the boys liked best about her, and what girls despised her for, was the fact that Jasmine Davis almost never said no.

Jasmine Davis was what most would call a 'bad girl'. She went to parties practically every night of the week, held a record high in her school for how long she could do a keg stand, and had sex with whichever boy she could get her hands on.

Jasmine Davis was not the kind of girl to fall in love...until she met Drake Ramirez. She adored Drake, the way she'd never adored any other boy she'd been with. And Drake was no mere boy-he was a man. Twenty years old, driving a beat up truck, Drake was the epitome of cool in Jasmine Davis's eyes. Or he was, until he wasn't anymore.

"'Ay Jaz, come have a drink!"

Jazzy sighed as the boisterous voice of her boyfriend traveled over to where she was sitting, far away from him and his drinking buddies. It wasn't that Jazzy didn't drink; Drake and his buddies were horrible alcoholics, as she had learned the hard way. Although, Drake wasn't always drunk when he was being horrible…

"Jaz!"

She got up. It would be much worse if she didn't, and she couldn't risk that, not anymore. "I don't want anything to drink," she said upon sitting in his lap.

"Come on…" His hand was under her shirt, his fingers playing with the hook of her bra. Not here, please not here.

"Drake," she said in a warning voice. He kissed her neck, her shoulder. He was trying to take her clothes off. Jazzy had to stop him. "Stop it. Not here."

"Awe, why not? The guys are in for a good show."

Yes, and the last time the guys had been in for a good show, she couldn't stop him and look where that had ended up.

"I'm pregnant," she hissed at him, under her breath. His hand stilled beneath her bra.

"You're what?"

"Pregnant," she said again, uncertainly this time. "I...just found out. I didn't know."

Drake was glaring down at her. "You went and got yourself knocked up when you're supposed to be MY girlfriend?"

He was very angry. Jazzy hastened to place her hands on his chest, hoping he'd calm down and not lash out at her. "Baby, no, listen." She had to make him understand. "The baby's yours! Remember a couple months ago when your friends came over…"

She went into a lengthy explanation of their night together, but left out the part where she hadn't wanted or consented to sleep with him. He'd been very drunk, and he'd forced himself on her.

"You've kept this from me for months," he practically growled at her, "and you expect me to be happy? What the h*** Jaz?"

He threw her from him. She landed on the concrete, hands burning from trying to stop the fall.

He was advancing on her. "You little b****! You w**** around and get yourself knocked up!"

HIs friends were laughing now, watching the scene as if Jazzy's pain were their entertainment. Which, as she'd seen in the past, it was.

Drake hit her across the face. Jazzy bit her lip. If she didn't cry out, it wouldn't last as long. Drake hated it when she cried.

"You're a sl**, Jazzy, that's all you are is a little sl**!" She rolled over to deflect a kick to the stomach. Her back seared with pain. She screamed.

"Stop! Please, stop, stop!"

"Kill it!" He yelled. "I won't have one running around with my blood! You go and kill it! Just get rid of it!" Drake grabbed her up by the arm and thrust her into the road. Suddenly, there was the screeching sound of tires, and a car swerved just inches from where she fell.

The driver got out. "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he yelled. Jazzy waited for an assault that never came. A handsome boy with brown hair and a green cast on his leg was helping her to her feet and wrapping an arm around her, protecting her from her boyfriend.

"Get away from my girlfriend," Drake growled at the stranger. "This is none of your business."

The boy tightened his hold on Jazzy. "I just made it my business. You can't hurt someone and get away with it."

Drake laughed. Jazzy's stomach tightened. "What are you gonna do, call the cops?"

"Yeah," the boy said. "Yeah, I am going to call the cops after I get this girl in my car and somewhere safe. And don't even think of running. Four members of my family are on the force and they will hunt you down."

Drake snorted. "Ooh, I'm shaking. Pretty boy's too scared to fight me himself."

Drake took a step forward and grabbed Jazzy's arm.

The stranger moved with lightning fast reflexes, striking out at Jazzy's boyfriend. The two went sprawling to the ground, and Drake kept shouting at his friends to stay back and let him deal with the boy.

"Get in the car!" The stranger yelled. Jazzy hesitated. She didn't know this boy, but Drake was going to kill their baby. "Go! Now!"

She ran for it. She jumped in the passenger seat of this strange boy's car, and he followed in suit not long after, hitting the gas and reving out of there before Drake or his friends could get him.


Toby breathed a sigh of relief when they were back on the main road. He hadn't even meant to drive down the backroad under the bridge, but he needed to get Ella a Christmas present. Now he was glad he had.

"What's your name?" He asked the trembling girl that sat next to him.

"J-Jasmine Davis," she stuttered. "But I go by Jazzy."

Toby smiled. "That's a cool name. Pretty original. My name's Toby Bentley. Just Toby."

She just nodded.

They drove in silence for a while before the girl-Jazzy-said quietly, "Thank you."

Toby shook his head. "No need to thank me. That jerk shouldn't have done what he did."

"He's my boyfriend-or, was." She frowned down at her hands. "I've wanted to get away from him for so long, I never expected it'd happen."

"Do you have anywhere to go?" Toby asked gently. "Anywhere you want me to take you? Family, or a friend's, or…?"

She was already shaking her head. "No, there's no one. I lived with Drake, I….there's nowhere."

Toby knew she was telling the truth.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered miserably, and started sobbing in her hands.

Toby sighed and pulled over into an empty parking lot. "Hey, don't cry. It'll all be okay."

"I'm homeless!" The girl cried. "I'm homeless and pregnant and alone!"

"No you're not," Toby told her firmly. "You'll come with me. I'm taking you to my girlfriend's house. Her parents are some of the nicest people I know. They'll know what to do."

"Y-You're girlfriend's house?" She said, peering at him from between her fingers. Toby nodded.

"Yes. Trust me, I've known them my whole life. You're gonna be just fine."


"Ella, get down here!"

Ella shot awake. Terra, who was sleeping next to her, did too. "What's going on?" Terra asked drowsily.

"Come on," Ella said, her heart racing. "Something's wrong."

Emma met them at the stairs, and they all three ran down to see Evan standing at the open front door.

Emma walked forward. "Evan, what's going-oh my gosh."

Ella knew what had shocked her siblings the second she saw who was at the door. "Toby! My gosh, get in here!"

Toby stumbled in, half carrying a girl about their age. Both looked pretty beat up. "Who's this?"

The girl had a black eye, and there was blood on her forehead. Toby looked even worse for wear with a busted lip and several visible bruises, not to mention he was limping worse than he had been when he left hours earlier.

"Jazzy," Toby said, helping her to the couch. Then he turned to me and said quietly, "She has nowhere else to go. She's pregnant, Ells, and her boyfriend was abusing her. Please, you gotta help."

Ella's eyes widened. "Kids, go get the First Aid kit and some wet washcloths. Terra, please call Aunt Linda."

"It's three in the morning," Terra said, wide-eyed.

"It doesn't matter," Ella snapped at her. "Call her. Get her over here now. Dr. Murphy too if he'll come."

Terra nodded and disappeared down the hall. Emma rushed in with the First Aid kit, and Evan handed Toby and Jazzy both a wet wash cloth.

"Thank you," the girl said quietly.

Ella came to sit by the girl and started tending to her wounds. "Don't worry honey, you'll be okay. We're here to help you."

Jazzy let out a shaky laugh. "Your boyfriend said you were nice."

Ella smiled. "He's just being modest. How did he find you?"

Jazzy smiled over in Toby's direction, where Emma was trying to clean him up. "He came just in time. My boyfriend was going to kill my baby. I was very lucky that he almost ran me over with his car."

Ella rolled her eyes. "Toby Grayson, I told you it was too early for you to be driving. Almost hitting someone!"

"Oh no," the girl said, shaking her head. "It was my fault, I was in the middle of the road and-"

"It was not your fault," Toby cut in sharply. "He pushed you."

Ella shook her head. "You poor thing. Don't worry, your boyfriend can't find you here."

Jazzy sighed. "He'll find me anywhere."

"Evan!" Ella said suddenly. "Call Uncle Daryl or Porter. Tell them to call this in. Get one of them to come over bright and early tomorrow morning to get her statement. This guy needs behind bars."

Evan nodded and dashed off to find another phone, considering Terra was using the landline to call the doctor. Terra walked back in with the phone pressed to her ear, "Were you hit in the stomach at all?"

"No, but he kicked me in the back and it really hurts." Jazzy winced. Terra nodded and relayed the message on the phone.

Ella turned to her sister. "Emma, take Toby out of the room and get some pain meds in him. Make sure his bleeding stops and there's no signs of any head trauma." To Jazzy she said, "Turn around and lift up your shirt please."

Jazzy hesitated. "I don't know…"

Ella smiled patiently. "I just want to see if there's any damage where you say your boyfriend kicked you. You don't even have to take your shirt all the way off, just enough so I can see the bruise, okay?"

Jazzy nodded and lifted her shirt up to her neck. Ella stifled a gasp.

Terra came back in the room, and her eyes widened in shock. "Oh honey, what did this guy do to you?" She went to sit on the other side of Jazzy. Terra shook her head. "You know what? It doesn't matter. We'll get you all fixed up and you can sleep here."

Jazzy turned towards Ella. "Are you sure your parents won't mind? Shouldn't you go ask them?"

Ella smiled and patted her hand. "Don't you worry. If they were here right now, they'd be telling you to hush and go lay down in my room."

Evan walked back in the room, claiming that Uncle Daryl would be over in the morning; he was predisposed at the moment. "Where'd the name Jazzy come from?" He asked, directing his attention to the still-trembling girl on the couch.

"Short for Jasmine," Jazzy told him with a small smile. Evan, however irritable he appeared most of the time, was always good at distracting people when they were upset.

Evan nodded. "That's cool. Christmas is in a few days. Are you going to spend it here with us?"

Jazzy seemed stunned. "Christmas?" She glanced around the room, and only then seemed to see all of the decorations the family had put up the Saturday before. "I...don't celebrate Christmas."

"Oh." Evan looked away. Ella flashed him a small smile.

"Not everyone celebrates Christmas, Ev, but she's certainly welcome to if she wishes."

"Evan," Terra said suddenly, "why don't you go check on Toby and Emma? See how long it'll be before Aunt Linda gets here."

When Evan was gone, Terra turned back to Jazzy and Ella with a smile. "Alright Jazzy, would you like something to eat while we wait?"

Jazzy nodded. "If it's not a problem, that'd be great."

Terra left for the kitchen, and Ella turned back to Jazzy. "So how old are you?"

"Eighteen. But I've been on my own since I was sixteen. Me and my baby." She patted her stomach unconsciously, a habit Ella noticed that Alyssa had developed over the last few weeks.

Ella couldn't help thinking how sad that was. Two girls, alone and pregnant. Two girls, hurt by the men of the world, scared out of their minds.

"Are you in school?" Ella asked.

Jazzy shook her head. "I haven't been in school in a while. I dropped out before my senior year. It doesn't matter," she added bitterly, "I mean, it's not like I have any family."

Ella hesitated. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened to your family?"

"My mom's been dead for years. I was seven. She was the only one that ever cared, anyway. My dad was always away, and when my mom died, he became a drunken b****** and just didn't care what I did. I was in school as long as it was convenient for me, and then I dropped out to be with Drake. My dad cut me off when I ran away, and told me never to come back because he couldn't stand the sight of a b**** like me. If I ever come on his property, he'll shoot me like a common trespasser."

Ella was stunned into silence. "Well, you're welcome to stay here for as long as you need. I just ask….well, if it's not a problem, could you refrain from cussing in front of the kids?"

Jazzy looked at her oddly. "Haven't they heard it before?"

Ella nodded. "I'm sure they have, around school. But we're Christians here, and my parents prefer the kids not to hear it around the house."

There was no doubt of the skepticism in Jazzy's eyes at the word 'Christians'. "You mean I'm your charity case? Gonna take me to church and all that?"

Ela shrugged. She knew how some people were, and she would never force someone to go to church. That usually made people dislike Christians more.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. However, the doors are always open. And no, we are not treating you like a charity case. You need a place to go, we have a place for you. What's wrong with that?"

She still looked skeptical.

Ella sighed. "We aren't going to force being a Christian on you, Jazzy. All I ask is that you not cuss in front of the kids."

Jazzy nodded slowly. "Alright."

"I'm here!"

Mimi Moon rushed through the door, panting and out of breath.

"Grandma!" Ella was startled. "What are you doing here? I just told them to call Linda Murphy and Uncle Daryl-never mind then."

Ella knew that if Daryl had been informed and wasn't able to come over, Mimi would be first on his list to call.

"Shush dear." Mimi swatted her oldest granddaughter out of the way. "Let me see her. Oh," she put a hand to her mouth in exclamation. "Oh honey, don't you worry about a thing. We'll get you all fixed up."

Jazzy seemed overwhelmed with the attention, but Ella knew she was in good hands. Smiling, she told the pair, "I'm going upstairs to check on Toby and the twins. Terra's making food in the kitchen if you need anything. Call me when Aunt Linda gets here."

No reply. Ella's grandmother was too busy fussing like a mother hen. Ella grinned and started up the stairs.

When she got to her own bedroom, she found Emma doing nearly the same thing to Toby as their grandmother was doing to Jazzy. Evan was casually laying on Ella's bed, watching the scene in apparent amusement.

"Oh Toby," Ella groaned when she saw his injuries. Emma had somehow convinced him to take his shirt off, and it was obvious his recently broken ribs were bruised again, and there were several new bruises on his stomach, chest and arms. Ella shook her head. "Did you fight this dude?"

Toby gave her a disbelieving look. "He pushed his pregnant girlfriend out in the middle of the road in front of an oncoming car, and he was trying to kill their baby. Of course I fought him!"

Ella had to admire his courage. "Emma, hand me that wet washcloth," she said to her little sister, who complied, but still didn't moved away, for she was tending to a cut on Toby's other side.

"Does she ever stop taking care of people?" Toby muttered to his girlfriend, who grinned in reply.

"Of course not," Emma replied, having heard him anyway. "I'm going to be a nurse."

Ella and Toby both looked up in surprise, but Evan didn't look particularly shocked by this information. "Since when?" Ella asked incredulously. She'd always figured Emma wanted to be a famous author or something. She wrote more than Ella did!

Emma shrugged. "For a while now, I guess. Probably since you knocked this one out with a frying pan."

"Didn't you want to be a writer?" Toby asked. Emma smiled gently up at him.

"Oh, of course I do. Don't think I've given up on that dream. I just know I need some other job that I like for financial support if that doesn't work out. And hey, if it does, I can do both!"

"I told her she should be a French interpreter," Evan spoke up.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Pousser au large."(1)

No one had a clue what she just said, but they didn't really care to ask. Ella turned to her little brother said, "Go get me some Ace bandages* from the medicine cabinet please."

Toby's ribs did look pretty bad….

"Here you go," Evan said, returning.

Ella placed the bandages on Toby's ribs. "So what do you want to be, Ev?" Toby asked.

Evan shrugged. "Professional sarcasm user?"

Emma rolled her eyes and threw a towel at him. "Shut up, idiot, you're going to be a vet."

Ella raised her eyebrows at her brother. "That true?"

Evan shrugged. "Lucky's the only other guy here besides Dad. At least when Toby's not here. That dog's my bud."

"Who do you think got his doggy medicine in him when he had strep because he slept with Evan when he had it?" Emma said, grinning.

Ella shook her head. "The two of you are crazy, but I'm proud of both of you. A nurse and a vet. My little babies are going places."

Both twins rolled their eyes, and Toby grinned.

"I'm hungry," Evan announced. "Come on Lucky."

Ella hadn't even noticed the dog, now twelve years old, sitting on her bed until Emma helped him to the floor. The poor little guy was getting so old.

Ella couldn't believe she'd never noticed these crucial things about her little brother and sister. She always knew Emma was good with people, and liked to help them when she could, and she always knew Evan loved their dog, but she never realized how important these things were to them.

"Kids, Aunt Linda is here!" Mimi called up the stairs.

"And that's our cue," Ella said with a sigh. "Toby, are you good? Or do you need to stay here with Emma?"

"I'm good," Toby said predictably, and he grabbed his shirt as the three of them walked out of the room.

"I'm blind," Evan said dryly, when they got downstairs. Ella rolled her eyes and helped Toby get his shirt on, because his ribs were still hurting and he couldn't do it well himself.

Jazzy was staring at him, her gaze transfixed. Ella frowned.

"You're hurt," she said dumbly. She glanced at his bandaged wrist and the cast on his leg. "Were you already hurt before…?"

"Yes," Mimi said sharply, glancing at him. "Linda, did your husband come with you? We may need him for both of these children."

Toby rolled his eyes. "I'm fine Aunt Mimi. Emma patched me up, and then Ella came with a few finishing touches."

"Still," Mimi insisted.

"It's alright," said Aunt Linda. "Ron will be in here any moment to check on Miss Jasmine and then I'll get him to look over Toby and make sure you girls covered everything. You know," she added to Emma and Ella's frowns, "because he's already been injured so recently. He'll want to make sure there's no internal damage."

Jazzy let out a sob. "Oh this is all my fault!"

Ella might have privately agreed if she hadn't known that Toby would've done it for anyone, and that Jazzy was in trouble.

"No it's not dear," Mimi told her, patting her hand as Aunt Linda looked the girl over.

"How far along are you, Jasmine?" Linda asked.

Jazzy sniffed. "I don't know, and please call me Jazzy."

"You don't know?" Mimi squeaked. "But….But surely you've been checked?"

She was nearly sputtering.

Jazzy shook her head. "No ma'am. My...ex-boyfriend, he wouldn't let me go places alone, except the store for cigarettes and stuff, and I hadn't told him about the baby until today. I don't have any money, I can't afford a doctor's visit."

"You don't have to pay for a thing," Ella heard herself saying. "We've got it covered."

Aunt Linda shook her head. "Emergency home visit is free and first doctor's visit is on me so we can make sure everything's going great with this little one."

"How's Alyssa doing?" Toby blurted out. Everyone looked at him. "I mean...how's the baby? She doesn't tell us much."

"The baby and your sister are quite alright," said Aunt Linda. "Right along schedule."

"Austin and Ally say they're flying home tomorrow," said Terra, coming back into the room. "They also say that Jazzy is welcome to stay here as long is she needs. Toby too, of course."

"And where is everyone supposed to sleep?" Evan asked, his hands clutching the dog.

Ella had an answer for that right away. "Toby will sleep on the couch, Jazzy in my room, and Terra can either sleep on the blowup mattress or with Emma, and I'll do the opposite."

"No," Terra said. "Ella, your parents said you could sleep in their bed since they won't be here until tomorrow. After that, whatever will be fine. I may even go back to Aiden's place…."

"You will not!" Ella snapped. "You're staying here until the wedding, and that is final."

"That settled then?" Toby asked, amused.

Ella nodded. Jazzy shook her head, however. "I don't want you to sleep on the couch," she said to Toby.

Toby scoffed, and Ella rolled her eyes. "You kidding?" Toby said laughing. "I always sleep on this couch, unless I'm on the blowup. I probably sleep on this couch more than I sleep on my own bed at home."

Jazzy didn't seem to like the idea, but everyone insisted and she relented after a while. After Linda and Dr. Murphy checked her, they helped Ella, Terra and Mimi get her to Ella's bed before leaving themselves. Ella had taken all of her personal, valuable things and put them in her parents' room. She also advised her little brother and sister to keep their expensive things locked up, just in case.

"You don't think we should trust her?" Emma whispered, when Ella told her this.

Ella had only shrugged. "I don't know. She's a stranger, and we're the kids of celebrities. You can never be too careful."

Ella noticed that Emma seemed thoughtful for the rest of the night, and always suspicious. She almost regretted telling her this. Almost.


Dr. and Linda Murphy left about fifteen minutes after helping Jazzy to bed, because Ella insisted that Dr. Murphy check over Toby, and Mimi followed half an hour later. Toby called his parents to let them know everything was okay and that he'd be spending the night, and Uncle Daryl promised that he and Porter (and possibly Hunter) would be on their way around ten the next morning. Ella dreaded this. It was already almost 6 AM.

"I'm going to get the blowup," Terra announced, at ten after six.

Ella shook her head. She, Terra and Toby were the only ones still awake, and they were sitting on the couch.

"You sleep on my parents' bed. I'll be up in a while, maybe."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

Once Terra had gone to bed, Ella turned to her boyfriend. "Hero of the century, are you?"

Toby groaned. "Don't start."

"What?"

"I know what you're going to say. It was irresponsible to get back behind the wheel this early. It was stupid to get in a fight with some dangerous abusive ex-boyfriend of a complete stranger. And you'll say that it's all because I want to play the hero to everyone."

Ella shrugged. "Well, you do." It wasn't what she was going to say, but it just came out. "I was actually going to say that you were very brave for helping a girl you didn't even know. And I was going to thank you for bringing her here, for trusting that my family would be able to help her."

Toby bit his bottom lip. "You were the first person I thought of."

Ella laughed and laid her head on his shoulder. Toby winced.

Frowning, Ella sat up again. "You didn't say your shoulder hurt."

Toby grimmaced. "I think I pulled the muscle, punching the guy in the jaw."

Ella had to laugh. "What a knight in shining armour you are, dear."

"Dear?"

"Thought I'd try it out."

"You think that'll stick?"

"Probably just call Terra or Thalia that. They hate it and that makes it fun."

Toby laughed and pulled Ella back down. "I don't care what you call me, as long as it's never 'ex'."

"You don't want me to call you an ex-sophomore? Whatever for?"

Toby rolled his eyes. "You enjoy this, don't you?"

"Very much so, thank you kind sir."

Toby just shook his head. They were silent for a while after that, but it was a comfortable, companionable silence, one they'd become used to over the years. Ella loved that they could just sit by each other, completely quiet, and know exactly what the other is thinking, feeling.

"What are we going to do about Jazzy?" Ella asked after a while.

Toby sighed. "I have no idea."

"She likes you, you know." It wasn't a question, or an accusation. Just a fact. Ella could just tell that Jazzy, this girl who'd just gotten out of a bad relationship, had a crush on her boyfriend.

Toby shrugged. "When have I ever cared what another girl thought about me? No, wait, that's not true. I care what Emma thinks."

Ella grinned into his chest and snuggled closer to him. Toby wrapped his arms around her small frame. "Oh come on, I know you care what Mia thinks. And Bri, and Lizzy and-"

"Okay, I get it," Toby laughed. "I care what my family thinks. But I couldn't care less what other girls think."

"What about Thalia?"

"She'll tell the truth whether I care or not."

Ella laughed. "Well, that's true. My parents are going to make her go to school with us, too."

This she spoke about Jazzy again.

"You really don't like her, do you?" Toby asked.

Ella shrugged. "I can't tell yet. I want to help her, sure. I hate that she likes you so much, but that's irrational and petty and I hate that I think that way." Toby laughed and kissed the top of her head. "But then she seems so helpless, and I want to make sure her and her baby are safe, above all."

"Even above her trying to steal your man?"

Ella smiled and slapped his arms. "Jerk. Shut up. I'm being serious."

"I know." Toby pulled Ella down to where they were both laying on the couch. "Don't worry too much, though. Nothing's going to change."

But Ella knew better than to believe him, and she knew he knew better too. Nothing would ever be the same again. That much she was sure of.

And boy was she right.


So….I don't know if I like this chapter much. Writing it was tedious and I was slightly disappointed with the beginning of the first draft. I was so excited about this chapter, too, because I just love Jazzy. She'll be an interesting, very dramatic, character and not necessarily in the sense you all think ;P

(1) Pousser au large means "Push off"

*I don't own anything you recognize

God bless you all!

-Daddysgirl11