A/N: Thanks for reviewing,Der Blaue Reiter, Ottid, and BWitchedNSYNClover. I love getting reviews so please keep them coming! I'm also open to suggestions on plot - especially a future for Logan, which I have no ideas for yet! I'm not entirely sure where this story's going, a part from the fact it's going to have lots of drama at the reunion!

I know lots of fanfics have Jessi getting injured and being unable to dance, but since I know nothing about dance i needed something to get away from that angle. And I have no idea if dancers often tear their ACLs, but I don't know anything about dancing injuries, so i just picked one thatI figure could happen, and that I have seen happen before (not to a dancer though, but close enough...)

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Just a quick disclaimer: All BSC characters in this story do not belong to me. Or anyone else mentioned in the series who is also mentioned in here. Now, on with Chapter 4!

Dear Jessi

You may have heard by now that the BSC is having a reunion! The dates aren't quite sorted out yet, but everyone is very enthusiastic about it! I hope you can come. I'm not sure about everyone else, but it's looking like we'll get everyone back in good old Stoneybrook! I can't believe how many of us I've completely lost touch with! So anyway, what's happening with you now? Are you still involved in ballet?

Sorry to leave this so short, but it's so hard to know what to say when I haven't seen you since high school! And we didn't see much of each other then did we? Let me know about whether you'll be able to make it to the reunion. We're hoping to have it in about 6 months when Shannon will be in the States (she's living in Paris at the moment).

Yours,

Kristy Mathews

I looked again at the letter then I shoved it in my bag and headed out of the changing rooms. Half an hour later I was dancing across the stage, practicing my company's latest ballet. I was landing after a huge leap across the stage when it happened. My knee twisted beneath me as I touched the ground. A sharp pain shot up my leg momentarily, then it was gone. However, my leg could no longer hold me up and I collapsed onto the floor. I closed my eyes. No. This was not happening to me. I'd worked too hard, too long to get where I was for it to all be spoiled by one lousy leap.

A few days later I was sitting in my doctor's office, awaiting my scan results. The past days were a blur of worrying. I hoped desperately that this was not the end of my career, but a small setback on my road to stardom.

"Miss Ramsey," Dr Geuddes began. "I'm afraid you've torn your anterior cruciate ligament. I doubt it will ever be strong enough to dance again."

I gasped. Never dance? I'd been dancing for 22 years! What would I do if I didn't dance?

"There's absolutely nothing you can do?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Well, you'll need a knee reconstruction." He replied. "But I don't think that's going to be enough. It simply won't hold up to the rigors of dancing."

Back in my apartment that evening, I thought about leaving the Washington Ballet. I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do. I couldn't do anything but dance. I had no training beyond high school other than Ballet, and if I had to leave it I wanted to leave it for good. It would be too painful to see others enjoy what I no longer could. I sighed. Then, wanting a distraction, I reached for the phone. I paused. Who could I ring? All my friends were dancers. Then I remembered my letter. Kristy had included her address and phone number on a slip of paper in the envelope. (She's so organized.)

I dialed the unfamiliar number and waited while the phone rang.

"Hello, James Mathews speaking."

"Um, hi." I began nervously. Did I really want to chat with Kristy after all? But I couldn't back out now. "Is Kristy there please?"

"Sure, I'll just get her."

A moment later Kristy was on the phone. "Hello?" She didn't sound much different than in high school.

"Hi Kristy, its Jessi. Jessi Ramsey."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed! "Jessi, hi! How are you?"

"Well," I began. "Where do I start?"

"You sound pretty blue." Kristy commented.

"I'm not blue, I'm black," I joked weakly.

Kristy laughed. "But seriously, you don't sound overjoyed," she continued.

I sighed. Again. I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

"I tore my ACL," I explained. "I can't dance anymore." That's when the full enormity of my situation hit me. I was never going to dance again. I started to cry.

"Listen," I managed to choke out. "I'll call you back some other time, when I - "

"Sure, that's fine, call anytime." Kristy said.

I hung up the phone and looked around my apartment. Suddenly, my life seemed so empty. What was in it apart from ballet?