Part 3:

ATTENTION, ATTENTION: Please read this everyone: I am NOT writing a Ray/OC fic. I have never intended to and if you thought so I am sorry to disappoint you all.

Authors note: Jeez… thanks for all the wonderful reviews… I'm really happy about them. Keep it up;)

And the song used in this episode is – surprise, surprise – "Just Another Name" by Lifehouse…

"Here you go, pretty, now get well soon," Dean flashed a smile as he left a brand new magazine and Jane's most precious item in the world: Her iPod, on her bedside table.

"Bye, Dean," Jane said, as she rested comfortably in the soft bed. Dean went out the door, and soon, he was completely out of her view.

Jane smiled to herself as she watched his retreating back. He was such a good person and in every way so much more than just a manager to her. He was her best friend and her confidential. She couldn't even put into words how much he meant to her. Sometimes when the "being famous" thing just got too much for her, he would always be there to lighten her up and make her smile. That was something she couldn't do anything but to love him for.

She didn't have any romantic feelings for him, though. This was a purely friendly relationship, which suited her perfectly. It was awesome to have someone, a guy in particularly, who you could talk to about absolutely anything.

Jane smiled and lowered her eyes to the magazine Dean had left at her bedside table. The front-page was coloured in an orange which was so strong that Jane felt like she was going to go blind, if she looked at it for too long. Therefore she took the magazine of the table and opened it.

Unfortunately she fell over a page which had one of the ugliest pictures ever taken of her in an enormous scale under a headline which read: "Jane Walker: Virgin Mary or Playboy Bunny?"

Jane swallowed something and lowered her glace to the article: "The famous actress Jane Walker, currently in hospital after a tragic incident at her last premiere, might not be as perfect as she pretends to be. After her nasty break-up with the respected and beloved country-singer, the hot Dexter Summer (see page 27 for more info and some wonderful pictures of Dexter, who promotes his newest CD right here in LA!), she has had some problems. One of the ex-couples good friends says: "Jane was just a bitch to all of us. We all hate her for sleeping around and ruining Dexter totally. I mean, the guy will never be himself again after what SHE did to him. After all…"

Jane shot the magazine and threw it across the room as she felt tears gathering in her eyes. Who had written this? Why would anyone do that? Who had told this? If anyone had selpt around it would have been Dexter. Wasn't he the one she'd found in the arms of a younger and prettier blonde than herself?

While these painful memories flowed around in Jane's head she reached out for her iPod. The green metal was feeling cold against her naked hand, as she felt the weight of the little thing in her hand. She quickly placed the earphones in her ears and turned it on, and then she began searching feverishly after one song.

These clouds around you break your fall
As you came crashing to the ground
Did you learn anything at all
You climb back up to come back down

Jane felt a sudden relaxation take over her body as the music began to play. This song, now more than ever, told so precisely how she felt and what she had gone through. Right now she was most certainly on her way down and just wanted this whole thing to stop.

Everybody knows your name
But they don't know who you are
But to them it's just the same
Yeah you're just another name

Jane felt the tears pressing against her eyelids once again that day.

She said fame will bring you down
At least that's what she used to say
Then I handed her another crown
She said it would never be this way

Now Jane was so much into the song that she didn't realize that the door had been pushed open, someone had entered and quiet frankly that this someone was standing right next to her bed.

"Jane… What's wrong?" The already so well-known male voice brought her out of her trance. She turned her head around and looked right into Rays eyes.

"Oh," she said, drying her tear streamed eyes. "I was just listening to a really great song," she explained, offering him an earphone.

Everybody knows your name
But they don't know who you are
But to them it's just the same
Yeah you're just another name
Just another name

The music kept blaring out. She turned the sound up a little, so that they could still hear the music even though they only had one earphone each.

Yesterday she was a little girl
Pretending she was queen yeah

Ray had bent in towards her, so that the earphone wouldn't fall out of his ear.

Didn't know it'd change the world
Didn't know what this should mean

God, he was close… Jane felt herself blushing as he kept staring into her eyes for just a few moments too long. Then he gently bent down all the way and touched her lips.

Jane didn't know what to do. She wasn't supposed to kiss anyone right now and definitely not her doctor! She'd be on every magazine-cover, if she didn't watch out.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, as she pulled away from him.

"No… my fault. I shouldn't have done that," Ray said with pain and reject painted all over his face as he rushed out of the exam-room.

Which mask will you wear today
How about the one with the pretty smile
To you it's just another day
In a life you haven't lived in quite awhile

Jane reached up and touched her swollen lips as she smiled bitterly. Then she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the song.

Everybody knows your name
But they don't know who you are
But to them it's just a game
And I think it's gone too far
Everybody knows your name
But they don't know who you are
You've got the most familiar face
But your just another name
Just another name
Just another name

A/N: So… tell me what you think… please…

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