I don't anything 7th heaven related.

A/N Ruthie is now twenty two years old. She lives in New York and works for a small magazine, where she writes an advice column. She keeps in touch with her family via the internet and phone, but being so far away she rarely ever sees them. The closeness that she once shared with them is gone. Despite this, she has no regrets. She had to do it; she had to get out of Glenoak and away from being a minister's daughter. It was only here in New York did she feel like she could be herself, and not let other people influence how she lives her life.

Ruthie was in her room applying the finishing touches to her face. She and her roommate Rachel were getting ready to have a night out on the town. Ruthie stared at her reflection in the mirror, her face looked good, her eyes were sultry and dark, and her face had a nice hint of color to it. Her curly brown hair was down in their natural waves, it had gotten really long since she hadn't cut it in forever. God I love it here, she thought to herself. She loved being independent, having her own apartment and paying her own bills. She walked across the small room over to her closet to pick out something to wear. Glancing around the room she realized that it was a mess. The room was small enough as it was. Clothes were strewn about everywhere and her laptop was lying on the floor. Realizing it probably wasn't a good place to leave it she picked it up and put it on her bed. She went back to rummaging through her closet. She pulled out a black shirt that she'd forgotten she had. She pulled it on, perfect! The shirt hugged her curves perfectly, and it dipped just low enough in the front to leave people begging to see more. She found her favorite pair of low rider jeans and pulled them on.

"Are you almost ready?" she heard Rachel call from the living room.

"Sorry. I'm coming" she shouted back. She glanced at her clock, 8:00PM, crap. She fumbled around for her boots then hurried out into the living room. Rachel was sitting in the living room, with two shot glasses poured on the coffee table.

"What are you doing?" Ruthie asked.

"Waiting for you" Rachel replied nonchalantly.

"What's that?" Ruthie asked pointing to the shot glasses.

"Oh don't act so innocent" said Rachel "Just thought we could start off the party a little early that's all"

"I should've guessed" Ruthie replied smiling. Ruthie sat down and pulled on her boots. "Ok, let's get this over with."

Rachel smiled and handed her a shot. "To tonight!" Rachel toasted. Ruthie nodded her head in agreement and downed the shot. Ruthie had become so accustomed to taking shots before going out, that this was no problem for her. She never would've imagined herself to be the type of girl who would want to go out for the night to drink and have fun. But yet, here she was. She smiled as she looked around the living room. She never would have guessed that this was the life that she would be living. She smiled brightly at Rachel. She was so lucky to have found a best friend as great as Rachel. Rachel was the first person that Ruthie had met when Ruthie came to New York to go to NYU. The two had hit it off right away and pretty much became inseparable. Rachel had come from a large family also and knew what it felt like to want to break away and find yourself.

"So you ready?" Rachel asked

"Of course" Ruthie replied smiling. "Just let me grab my purse." She walked through the large hallway and back into her room grabbing her purse and her plaid blazer off the bed. Checking herself in the mirror once more, she smiled satisfied with herself. "Ok all set"

"Great" Rachel got up off the couch and the two headed out the door arm in arm.

The air was brisk as they walked over to the bar. The two girls were going to their usual hangout, "Chaos." As they walked they passed a lot of people out on the streets, mostly college students and people similar in age to themselves. This is what Ruthie loved about New York, the liveliness of it, people being everywhere. As they approached the bar, they could already see the form of a line.

"Glad we came when we did" said Ruthie

"Good evening ladies" said the bouncer as they approached. Wow, he's cute Ruthie thought to herself. Tall, black hair, bright green eyes. "Can I see some ID?"

Ruthie reached for her purse and pulled out her driver's license. He looked at the picture and then at Ruthie. He smiled, "Have a good night" he said returning her ID.

"Thanks we will" she replied. His face broke into a smile "Not too much I hope" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"We'll see about that" Ruthie replied with the same kind of smile. With that being said she followed Rachel inside. As she headed inside she knew that he was watching her. She was tempted to glance back, but decided against it.

The music was loud inside the bar, as she and Rachel weaved their way around throngs of people towards the bar. Ruthie gave the room a quick sweep with her eyes checking to see who was there.

"It's loud in here" Rachel yelled in her ear.

Ruthie just smiled back. Ruthie turned to the barman to order drinks. A couple of drinks later, she was starting to feel really good. "You want to dance?" she yelled to Rachel. Rachel turned around from the guy that she was talking to. "Sure. This guy is beginning to get on my nerves."

Rachel stuck out her hand and the two made it over to the dance floor. Ruthie's head was beginning to feel heavy and she knew she should lay off the drinks for a while. Rachel looked like she was feeling the same way, she was swaying from side to side and her face was all flushed. Ruthie just started laughing. The music was loud and pumping and Ruthie could feel herself getting into the groove of the music. God, she loved to dance. She started shaking her hips and moving along to the beat of the music. This was probably her favorite part of going out, just being able to get dressed up and dance however she wanted. She pulled Rachel towards her and the two girls started dancing together. When the song ended, both girls paused to take a breather. Ruthie scanned the floor to see if there were any particularly cute guys. She was disappointed with the turn out tonight. She had been hoping to find at least one guy, who might be worthy to dance with. She wished she wasn't so picky, but it was so hard to find a guy. But then she supposed a bar probably wasn't the best place to meet someone. She knew that guys had been looking at her while she danced, but none of them appealed to her. She knew she looked good when she danced, and she was confident that she knew how to move with the beat and shake her hips seductively. What she was looking for, was a guy who would be able to keep up. It was then that Ruthie noticed a guy looking at her who she hadn't noticed before. It couldn't be. Could it?

"I'll be right back" she yelled to Rachel who nodded in return.

Ruthie felt incredibly nervous as she headed towards the guy. Plus after all that dancing and the alcohol she was beginning to feel light headed. The guy was no longer looking at her and seemed to be intently staring at his drink.

"Hi" she said nervously as she came to a stop right in front of him. The guy looked up and there was no mistaking him now. "Martin?" He merely nodded in response. They both stood there just staring at one another, neither one sure of what to say.

This is just a start. Hope you guys like it. Please review, let me know if you suggestions. Thanks!