Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters known from ER who must be recognized in this fanfiction… sad, sad… but Jane Walker is mine, and so is Dean… Hope you'll like the fic.

Part 1:

Jane sat comfortable in her dressing room, looking at her own reflection in the mirror in front of her. All around her, a small army of stylists, make-up artists and hairdressers were working hard to make her look ad gorgeous as possible. Tonight was the night when her newest movie would have premiere, so it required a lot of work.

As Jane looked at herself, she had to admit that she looked good; her dark brown hair waved perfectly around her shoulder as the last curlers were removed. Some of the curls were pilled back from her face with a seep purple bow, which perfectly matched her dress. The dress was cut straight above her chest and held up by spaghetti-straps. The top sat tight on Jane's beautiful frame and showed every curve. Around her hips it started going wider and eventually it ended, just above her knees. The circle ended with her makeup; two perfectly made smokey-eyes with a little bit purple in them, to match the dress and an almost black lip-gloss and of course rouge and mascara.

A soft knock on the door was heard, and Jane's manager, Dean entered.

"Wow, Jane, you look stunning," was the first thing he said. Jane smiled. Dean always had this way of making her feel so wonderful.

"Ready to go, then?" he asked and offered her his arm in a mocking gesture.

"Don't tease me, Dean," Jane muttered, "You know that I'm nervous about this"

"I know," he answered her, "But I also know, that you secretly enjoy it," and with that, he escorted her out of the room

About twenty minutes later, the limousine stopped and the door opened. Jane looked at Dean, once, who gave her a reassuring nod, before she swung a perfectly tanned leg out of the car, followed by the rest of her body.

As soon as she got out all the photographers went crazy, and Jane had to cover her eyes, not to be blinded by the many blitzes that were shot against her.

"Jane Walker," a journalist stepped out of the crowd and pressed a tape recorder into her face. "Do you have any comments regarding your break-up with the famous country-singer, Dexter Summer? Is it true that you've moved out of his Hollywood-mansion?" The reporters face was practically glowing, feeling the chance of a scoop within his reach.

Jane wasn't gonna give him that satisfaction, though.

"I have absolutely nothing to say about that," Jane answered the reporter tiredly, shooting Dean a very telling glance. This was the exact reason, why she'd feared this premiere so much.

Unfortunately the first question had a magnetic effect, and a couple of moments later, Jane found herself in a complete chaos of cameras, tape recorders and video cameras and their respective reporters, who all looked like Christmas had come early, despite the fact, that she'd refused to answer any questions.

Suddenly Jane felt a throbbing pain in her head… then everything became dark.

The next thing Jane remembered was lying on something soft, which she assumed had to be a bed.

"Where am I?" she tried to speak, but nothing came across her lips. Then she noticed a plastic-pipe, which was sticking out of her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Jane didn't know what to do. She certainly didn't feel up to getting of the bed, but this thing in her throat was getting very painful.

Fortunately it didn't take long, before a pretty girl, a bit short and with blonde curly hair entered the room. She soon noticed that Jane was awake, and went to stand next to her bed.

"Jane, I'm Samantha, I'm a nurse, and you're in a hospital. You were knocked out pretty bad." She said in a soft and comforting way, and then she grabbed Jane's hand.

"Jane, you have a tube in your throat, to help you breathe, which also prevents you from talking,"

'Like I didn't already notice,' Jane thought, but then the nurse continued:"I need you to squeeze my hand, if you can hear what I'm saying now,"

Jane did as she was told.

"That's very good, Jane, now I'm gonna find Dr. Barnett, he'll probably extubate you. It won't be too long, I guess" She added before leaving the room.

Jane lay back just enjoying the feeling of the warm bed, trying not to think about the now itching tube, and her very sore head. She was very tired, and had absolutely no memory of what happened. Only that she'd been at the premiere with Dean and now she was here, but between that, she had a gagging void in her memory. Could she have been unconscious?

A soft humming distracted her, and took her back into the real world. She turned in direction of the sound and saw a young, dark-haired man with a white doctor's coat on top of his metallica T-shirt.

'Hey!' Jane thought, 'this guy is cool…'

"Hey there… Jane," he added after looking at the chart in his hand. I believe you are ready to get that tube out? I'm Ray Barnett, your doctor."

Jane nodded rapidly when he spoke about getting the tube out. She soon discovered that it hadn't been such a good idea. Now her head hurt even more.

"Ok, Jane. I'll just have to do a quick physical exam, before removing the tube… so that no one can sue me for malpractice," he joked.

Jane noticed that wile listening to her heart and lungs Ray kept humming the same melody as he'd done when he entered the room.

After what seemed like hours, Ray finally removed the tube. It was a most unpleasant feeling to have the tube pulled out, and Jane found herself coughing hard.

"What song is that? The one you are humming?" Jane asked, as soon as she was able to relax again.

"Oh…" Ray looked at with real interest for the first time since, he'd entered the room, "That's 'Just Another Name' by Lifehouse..."

"I knew that I had heard it before!" Jane said in an of-course-I-was-so-stupid tone.

"You like Lifehouse?" Ray asked in an almost amused way.

"Yeah…" Jane said disbelieving, "Why shouldn't I?"

"Well… I just didn't expect a girl in a dress robes to listen to that kind of music."

"Well… I didn't expect a guy with a Metallica T-shirt to listen to that kind of music," She answered him playfully.

"What can I say…? I'm a bit strange…" he flashed a great smile at her.

"If that's the case," Jane said, "then I think that I like strange."

'My God… what am I doing? Flirting with my doctor?" Jane thought almost panicking. Dean wouldn't like this. 'There is just something you do not do when you are famous.' The warning she'd been given so many times was ringing in her head.

"I'll check on you in a while," Ray broke into her thoughts, before turning around to leave. When he went out the door, Jane couldn't help but to notice his butt… it was kinda cute.