A/n for the record all events of season one have occurred. Same with season two except there was a conversation between a certain blond and a certain young lady that was never seen. The following is about that conversation.



She slowly walked towards him, hoping he hadn't yet noticed her. He had. He had seen her the second she had entered the area. He watched her come over to him and a smile played across her lips. Almost every time they talked it turned into a verbal sparring and he was in the mood. He turned to his locker, so as not to let her know her had seen her. He felt a hand on his arm, he turned around. She asked if they could talk.

The waked off into a quieter area. He sat down and waited for her to begin.

-"what exactly is wrong. You've been so different this year. You keep getting yourself in trou..."

She said

-"oh g-d not from you too. I get enough of that crap from everyone else and I am not going to sit here and get another lecture on my behaviour and my responsibilities and my future."

-"I'm not trying to lecture you, I'm just worried you might...be having problems with something, and this is your way of acting out." she said

-"so you want to play little miss psychiatrist, how bout you look into your own life, cause it's pretty messed up."

-"What's that supposed to mean?"

-"When was the last time you did something for yourself?"

-What's that got to do with anything?" she asked

-"Just answer the question," she was silent "I thought so" he said "You can't answer the question because you never have, you live to please everyone but yourself, pretty screwed up if you ask me."

-"you want to talk about screwed up," she said "or living to please everyone else, you're a fine one to talk about that, you can't even see that that's exactly what you do." she said

-"Ah but that's where your wrong, I do know that I'm supposed to please everyone else, but I don't care, I do what I want. And even if that wasn't enough, at least I can see my trap. You on the other hand are completely blind to the trap that you call your life. I recommend you wake up and try to live your life, instead of merely participating in it." and with that he waled away, leaving her in a blur of confusing thoughts.

She pushed that conversation to back of her head, telling herself what he said was ridiculous. But whenever she saw him, it popped into her thoughts, and she wondered. When he was sent away, she remembered watching him. She remembered the look he gave her. He was daring her to act, to do something unacceptable. As always the voice of reason told her she should ignore the challenge and walk away, keeping her trapped. But then there was another voice which told her to throw caution to the wind and do what she wanted for once, to free herself and do what she wanted to do, not what was expected of her. For a split second she considered it, but so unused to hearing that voice, she ignored it, and listened to the voice that she felt had guided her through life so far. He looked back one more time, her eyes were full of pity and disappointment, she wasn't sure but she thought his were full of the same.

It could never have occurred to her that that moment would change her. She hadn't heard that second voice for so long, she didn't even recognize what it was; the voice of her heart. And because, even for a split second, she had considered listening to it, her hearts voice gained strength. And unknown to her, a war began between her heart and her head. It was the first step on the road to regaining her freedom.