A/N: Let's get the storyline going! This story was inspired by Hilary Duff's 'Wake Up' and 'Who's That Girl'.

A million thanks to bornfreeonekiss and Anne for beta help.

I do not own Austin & Ally.

Chapter 1

Wake Up Wake Up
On a Saturday night
Could be New York
Maybe Hollywood and Vine
London, Paris maybe Tokyo
There's something going on anywhere I go
Tonight
Tonight
Yeah, tonight

Trish was belting out happily to Hilary Duff's, 'Wake Up' as she drove along a deserted highway. Her phone rang, and she sighed when she took a glance at the caller ID.

"Hello? Yes, mama. I'm on the road, mama. I'll be careful, mama. I'm eating fine, mama. Yes, I'll call, mama. Bye, mama. No, I'm not patronising you, mama," laughed Trish. "Love you loads. Tell papa I love him too! And ask JJ to stay outta my room!" She chuckled as she hung up the phone. Her mum had called her hundreds of times since she started on the trip about five months ago.

Not to mention her parents were preparing to go on a year-long cruise and her mother had been fussing over both her children, worrying about how they were going to get their balanced meals despite them already being their twenties.

After obtaining some college memories and credits, Team Austin & Ally were all fully absorbed into furthering their careers. Austin and Ally were working on their new sound together and were constantly in the top 10 of the Billboard's Hottest 100. Dez, meanwhile, was apprenticing under Spike Stevens and had been named in Cheetah Beat's 25 People Under 25 to Look Out For list.

Trish managed all of them of course – the arrangement of contracts, projects, publicity opportunities and so much more. She was currently touring the country, scouting for exotic locations where the two singers and director could perform and film. They had a big project in mind and much was at stake. Hence, Trish didn't trust any second-rate runner to scout for them, and had decided to embark on this journey alone while her friends prepared for their own projects back in their Florida Headquarters.

The four of them had purchased a small two storey office building where they could each have their own offices and production studios, and where some of their temporary staff could work from. They had purchased new properties and so lived in individual houses from their parents whilst still in walking distance from each other out of convenience.

For Trish, she and her brother shared a small cosy house set apart from their parent's much larger bungalow while he attended the Miller School of Medicine at the University of Miami. Trish wouldn't ever admit it, but she was darn proud of her brother for making it into med school. Although she wished he would stop his hobby of dabbling in magic tricks, which he still messes up frequently by the way.

Trish smiled as she realised how much she missed her family and friends. Noticing the red light coming on on her fuel gauge, she made a pit stop at the next gas station to fill up and take a break.

After filling up the car with gas and herself with energy drinks, she decided to hit the road fast, wondering if she could make it to Denver by nightfall so that she could finally find rest in some decent motel.

"Get your grubby paws off of me, asshole!" A sharp voice snapped. Trish turned back from her car to see a petite girl's arm being grabbed by the gas attendant.

"Hey, what's going on?" Trish went up to them. Normally she couldn't care less if someone else got involved in a ruckus and would usually watch in interest instead. However, it was getting dark soon and they were the only ones at the gas station. She didn't want to be one of those people who could have prevented someone else from becoming a crime victim statistic but didn't – just because they wanted to avoid conflict.

"This girl tried to skitter off after grabbing snacks and drinks from the store!" shouted the lanky guy as the girl struggled in his firm grasp.

"Let go, you jerk. You're hurting me! And I didn't steal! I was going to go get some money!"

"Oh yeah? And where the heck were you gonna go get the money from? You ain't driving," sneered the attendant before he shot a quick look at Trish. "You girls sisters or something? You look terribly alike."

Trish raised a brow before taking a good look at the girl as she stopped struggling and scanned Trish the same way. Indeed the two were rather alike, save for the girl's stick straight locks compared to Trish's own curly mane. The girl also happened to be on the very much skinnier side and had a smattering of freckles from the sun on her cheeks.

"Yeah! She's my sis and I was going to get money from her!" The girl exclaimed as she yanked her arm out of the man's grip.

"Oh?" the attendant then turned to Trish, who was watching the entire scene with surprise and appal in her eyes. "Well, her total comes up to thirty bucks. You paying or what?"

Trish glanced at the girl; she had put on a pleading look and Trish frowned slightly before caving in. "Yeah, whatever." Taking out her wallet, Trish handed over the money and the man returned into the store after giving the petite girl one last unsavoury look.

As Trish turned back to the girl, she was surprised to find her by her side, grinning. "Hey sis," she said as she put an arm around Trish's shoulders. She realised that they were approximately of the same height too.

Trish forced a grimace of a smile, shrugged off the arm and started walking back to her car.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Trish ignored her.

As she slid onto her car seat, she found that the girl had also entered the vehicle and was smiling cheekily at her from the passenger seat. "What do you think you are doing?" she demanded.

The girl's smile fell. "Could you let me hitch a ride to the nearest city or wherever you are going? Please? I don't have any transport, I've walked for hours and my feet have blisters. Please please please?"

"No," Trish rejected her without a second thought. The nerve of that girl. "Listen, I only helped you out there earlier because you looked pathetic and I didn't want your body to end up on a serial killer's body count."

"Well, that was a little rude…But…I really need this ride. Please? I'll do anything in return." The girl looked like she was on the verge of crying.

Trish sighed deeply as the girl continued her pleading for a ride. She glanced at the girl's shoes, they did indeed look scuffed up and – was that a hole in one of her shoes? Well…a short ride couldn't hurt right? There was nobody around and the next town was not for several miles. The girl seemed harmless enough, and if she tried to stop the car in the middle of some dark stretch she would refuse and just drive on to the nearest state troopers headquarters. If she tried anything Texas Chainsaw Massacre style, she had bejewelled Tasers in the glove compartment and in the side pocket of the driver's side door.

"Fine. I'm stopping at Denver on my way to Wyoming and you can get off there."

The girl grinned happily. "Thank you! My name's Trixie! What's yours?"

"Trish," the Latina clipped shortly as she slammed the car in gear and drove off.

"That's cool! Our names are so similar! And we look totally alike. I mean we both have brown eyes, dark hair, fair skin. We are both short, Latinas and- you're a Latina too right? I mean you look like one and- I'm sorry, was that too stereotypical of me? But I am sooo grateful to you for helping me and we should totally get to know each other better and-"

Trish took a deep breath as Trixie prattled on and on. It was going to be a long ride.

"Hey, Trish! Wake up! We gotta go check out the next studio!" A high pitched voice interrupted Trish's slumber as she forced open her eyes blearily and peered at her surroundings, finally coming face to face with a jubilant looking creature who was standing too close for comfort.

"Argh!" She shot back as the creature grinned at her. "Trixie! I told you not to do that!"

The girl pouted at her slightly before smirking at her. "Well, you didn't wake up even after I called you like, dozens of times! I needed to see if you were actually alive, considering your expertise in deep sleep."

Trish scowled at the girl. It had been a month since the two of them met. Despite Trish's intention of dumping the girl off in Denver, the pitiful state of the girl caused her to allow her to bunk with her at the motel. Subsequently, after getting to know more about the girl through her prattling, Trish even allowed her to tag along on her scouting. She figured a second opinion on certain locations could be useful and Trixie did have the occasional brilliant idea.

She had learnt that Trixie Angeles was apparently a runaway, having dropped out of college to pursue her dreams of travelling cross-country but instead, encountered conmen and eventually desperately resorting to a life of petty theft instead.

Trish rubbed her eyes as she reluctantly got up; they had been up late all night checking out various nightspots as they were, after all, in Las Vegas. She yawned as Trixie prodded the manager to the bathroom to freshen up. They were due for some showings of matinee areas in…like 5 minutes?! Trish panicked as she checked out the time on her phone.

She hurriedly got ready, hell if someone had told her she would care about being late five years ago, she'd have scoffed at them. But here she was, trying to be on time. She couldn't wait for this scouting to be over. She was flying back to Miami in about another month and she missed her friends terribly.

Trish put her feet on the gas pedal as she speedily made it through heavy traffic. She figured that if she maintained this speed, then they could probably make it to their intended destination only twenty minutes late; she could always shift the blame onto traffic and road detours.

"TRISH, LOOK OUT!"

Trish glanced to the right but she only had a fraction of a second to react. The sounds of screeching brakes and squealing rubber tyres were deafening. But they were nothing compared to the sharp blinding pains stabbing her body over and over again and the sickening crash of metal on metal as the other vehicle collided with Trish's. Her car spun and planed before overturning and flipping a few turns. She caught a glimpse of Trixie's frenzied, bloodied face before the car flipped one last time, landing with a loud crash and everything was…nothing.

-end-

A/N: Ooh, dramatic.