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I was watching the episode "13" today (which is ironic, since earlier today I was watching "Lucky in Love", another Johnny 13/Kitty based episode), and I felt like giving Johnny a bit of a back-story, as well as a real last name.

Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny 13, Kitty, the Mansons, or Amity Park, but that's it. Oh, I also don't own NY, NY, but that's for a whole other reason.

A/N: I use a few references to the number thirteen, even going so far as to have Johnny 13's birth month be December (I know December's the twelfth month, but that was as close as I could get)

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MOM! DAD! WATCH OUT! Johnny Trent woke up screaming, cold beads of sweat dripping down his face. He closed his eyes and saw the headlights again. He would go through periods where he relived that night, particularly after a night of heavy drinking. Times were different back then. Johnny was sober. Johnny was clean. Johnny was happy.

Flashback

Johnny Trent was born 12/13/1972 in Hartford, CT (A/N Same hospital as me, only different month, date, and year). He was a good kid. Raised in New Haven, his parents made sure he hung out with all the right kids and he always defended everyone, from his closest friends to his most distant acquaintances. Whenever he was put on the honor roll, which was quite often, his parent bought him a little something. However, they made certain not to spoil him (They left that to his grandparents).

Him and his friends were always doing things together. Eating at the same lunch table, playing at recess. He was even in all sorts of extracurricular activities with his freshman friends, having been moved up a grade the previous year.

He loved his parents, and they loved him. They raised him to be a little gentleman, holding the door for the ladies, helping them out of the car, manners, and so on. Johnny was also warned him about drug abuse, including alcohol and tobacco, and all sorts of other wicked things. They made sure that he was given the best education, even when they weren't there, so they sent him to a very prestigious boarding school, Roger Sherman High School for Boys, sending him a care package once a week.

Place: New York, New York

Date: December 13, 1985

Edward and Alice Trent were out on the town with their son, Johnny, for his thirteenth birthday. While not as wealthy as, say, the Mansons of Amity Park, CA, they definitely weren't middle class. Connecticut natives, they had decided to take Johnny to New York City for his birthday weekend (The four most important birthdays in a boy's life: 13th, because he officially becomes a teenager, 16th, because he can legally drive, 18th, because he's a legal adult, and 21st, because he can drink legally).

Earlier that day they had taken him to see the matinee showing of "Back to The Future." That night, they had taken him shopping at F.A.O. Schwartz and Macy's, buying him every toy he wanted. After that, they went to the North American Museum of Natural history, followed by a dinner at Tavern on the Green. When they had finished their meals, they took him to see the latest Broadway smash, "Cats." That night as they drove home, Johnny was far too excited to sleep in the car.

"You know, it just had to freezing rain tonight!" Said Edward behind the wheel.

"Maybe we should stop for the night." Alice suggested.

"No, honey, we're almost home."

Johnny was just dozing off when he saw a pair of headlights swerving all over the road.

"MOM! DAD! WATCH OUT!" He yelled as felt himself being jerked forward, passing out as he hit his head on the driver's seat. The last sounds he heard were the smash of shattering glass and the groan of twisting metal.

Ugh. My head is swimming. Johnny said as he started to wake up. "Mom?" he muttered. "Dad?"

"He's waking up." Johnny heard a male voice say as the figures came into focus, the soft beep of the EKG machine in the background.

"Where am I?" Johnny asked as he opened his eyes. He looked around at the barren room.

"I'm Dr. Hopkins, and you're in the Emergency Room at New York-Presbyterian Hospital. You were in a pretty bad accident. You've been unconscious for over a week. I just have to ask you a few things: 1. How many fingers am I holding up?"

"3" Johnny answered correctly.

"Very good. 2. Who's the President of the United States?"

"Ronald Reagan."

"Correct. 4. What's your name?"

"Jonathan Trent. Where are mom and dad, can I see them?" Johnny asked hopefully.

A look of pity flashed across Dr. Hopkins' face. "I'm sorry, Jonathan. There was nothing we could do. They were pronounced dead on arrival. Your godparents have been alerted. They will take you to your new home tomorrow."