A/N: Thank you, Anne & bornfreeonekiss for being awesome betas.

Without further ado, I do not own Austin & Ally.

Chapter 2

She couldn't move, she couldn't feel anything; she was afraid to move, and even more afraid that she could never move again. She could hear snippets of the shouting going on around her and it sounded scary.

"Hey! That truck just ran a red light and hit that car!"

"Oh my god, there are people in there!"

"Someone call 911!"

"Nobody move them!"

"Hello? I'd like to report a car accident near the post office on South Las Vegas Boulevard. It looks like 2 girls and a man is hurt. Yes, it just happened. OK, thanks. "

"What did they say?"

"They're going to send ambulances and a police car right away."

It wasn't long before sirens of emergency vehicles pierced the air and faded out of her consciousness.

"Vital signs?"

"Blood pressure 90/60, pulse 45, respirations 10, temperature 91.4. Heart rate's dropping rapidly, sir. So are all her vitals."

Then everything went blank again as she felt a mask being strapped on and she fell back into a deep sleep.

*beep*

'What's that?'

*beep*

'It's so annoying.'

*beep*

'Is that my alarm? I should probably turn that off.'

*beep*

'Can't seem to open my eyes.'

*beep*

'Oh crap, the accident! Am I dead?'

*beep*

'Doesn't feel like heaven. Or smell like one. And isn't hell supposed to hurt?'

*beep*

'And that's probably not my alarm clock. I'm guessing I'm in a hospital. What happened exactly?

*beep*

'OK, let's try again.'

Mustering all the strength left in her, she willed her eyes to open as she felt her eyelids flutter a little.

"We are glad that your road to recovery has been smooth. It's been a week since you were in that horrible wreck." The doctor smiled before her expression fell.

"Unfortunately for your friend, she suffered cranial damage and her brain was severely injured when the force of the impact caused a contusion. There is brain swelling and she has slipped into a comatose state. It's very difficult for us to assess her future condition at this moment and we cannot do much without an emergency contact or her past medical history."

The doctor waved for a nurse and an elderly lady in scrubs walked over to them with some documents, wearing a warm smile on her face.

"We would appreciate it if you could provide us with some information once you are ready and complete the required hospital administration forms. Nurse Carrie here will assist you. Several documents were also recovered at the accident site but they were not very useful due to them having suffered damage during the car fire."

She nodded, still a little shell-shocked at the circumstances of the whole ordeal. She requested that the nurse leave the forms with her as she wanted to rest for a moment.

Wandering down the halls, she stopped in front of the Intensive Care Unit. She could barely recognise the girl lying inside; she was bandaged from head to toe, with only her eyes and breathing apparatus visible, and she was hooked up to multiple fluid and blood bags.

She returned back to her room and looked at the forms along with the belongings that had been recovered after the accident. There had been a freak fire and many identification documents had been lost. Only sooty, blurred plastic images remained, and the police and doctors had been unable to differentiate the victims' identities.

She scoffed at her burnt ID card. She could pass off as anyone now if she wanted to. No one was looking for her. Emergency contact? Maybe for that half-dead girl in the ICU; she was the popular, famous one with plenty of family and friends. Not her.

She grabbed one of the forms that she had to fill, along with a pen.

*Please fill in the required fields of information.

*Name:

She hesitated; the hand gripping a pen hovered over the paper. She didn't want to write down her own name. What if…? Should she? Could she? Maybe she could…She could always get out of it afterward easily…right? It was doubtful that the girl would even make it anyway. She needed this. She had nothing else. She could have a new lease on life. The girl would understand this.

A slow smirk formed on her bruised face.

*Name: Patricia Maria de la Rosa

Austin, Ally and Dez were waiting by Gate 27. They were reminiscing with each other about the gate where they had had many interesting encounters; such as when both Austin and Ally had confused their flights during Austin's first countrywide tour.

Ally groaned as the guys bugged her about the long wait.

"Even when flying in, she's late!" declared Austin petulantly before he pouted.

Ally let out another sigh and shot him a tired glance. "Austin, her flight is scheduled to land at 3.00pm. It's only 3.05pm. Could you give her time in the least to clear immigrations?"

"Yeah, Austin!" chimed in Dez as he licked his ice-cream cone.

Both Austin and Ally gave him a funny look. "And where did you get that?" Austin asked curiously.

Dez just smiled and pointed backwards with his thumb at an old lady who was waving her cane at them threateningly.

"Wha?" The two figured that it was probably best that they didn't question further.

"She's gotta come out soon! Otherwise I'm going to be recognised and get mobbed!" Austin looked around cautiously as he peered out from behind his large shades.

"OK, if anything, they're only going to spot you because of your ridiculously huge sunglasses. And besides, you're not the only one who could get recognised!" Ally wrapped the ends of her dark hair around her face and looked around cautiously as well.

"Yeah, Austin!" chimed in Dez again.

"Dez, you're supposed to be my best friend and on my side!"

Ally smiled smugly at Austin, "Well, he's on the side of logic and reasoning."

"Yeah, Austin!"

"Although he could probably stop repeating himself."

"Yeah, Austin!"

"Dez, stop that."

"Yeah, Austin!"

"Dez!" the two cried out.

"Yeah, Austin! Wait. Huh?" Dez looked up from his phone. "Ohhhh. Sorry, was I interrupting your private moment again? Sorry."

Austin raised a brow at his eccentric friend as Ally stared incredulously at the director. He was still as random as he was in high school. But still, you gotta give him credit for being able to stay himself even after basking in all the behind-the-scenes Hollywood glamour. They sometimes wondered how in the world did he ever make it this far without being brainwashed, being as innocent as he was sometimes.

Ally sighed at the two boys who were starting to get impatiently excited again as they started to tiptoe to peer over the crowd. She too started to get excited; she did miss Trish so, and started to look out for her friend earnestly as well.

"Hey, guys! I think I see her!"

The trio grinned excitedly in the direction where Ally pointed. They too, spotted the familiar mop of curly hair. As the crowd thinned, they spotted their…friend?

The Latina ran up to them. "Hey, guys!" The girl grinned cheerfully at them as Ally glanced back at the boys, who seemed unsure as well.

"Er…Who are you?"

"Whaaaaaat? How could you not recognise me, Ally?" The brunette frowned at the singer-songwriter.

"Wha, well. It's just. You look. I-" Ally sputtered nervously. Did she just fail to recognise her best friend?

"I think what Ally is trying to say here is that, Trish, you look a little different." added Austin.

Dez nodded enthusiastically in agreement with Austin's words.

The girl's expression fell and looked a little distressed. "Oh…"

"Yeah, you're a bit…skinnier, and… your face just looks…" Ally attempted again to explain herself but failed to come up with the appropriate words.

"Well," The girl took a deep breath to calm down. "I had a bit of…an accident. OK? I don't really want to talk about it right now."

"An accident?!" cried Ally, while Dez frowned in concern and Austin was suddenly checking his manager for injuries.

"I'm fine now," she continued as she shook Austin off. "I'll…I'll explain everything later, alright? For now I just wanna get home and rest after the long flight." She looked at them, a pleading look painted on her face.

"Well…alright. But promise to tell me everything later, Trish?" Ally linked her arm with her best friend. The girl beamed and nodded back in response.

"Trish, are you sure you're feeling alright?" Ally asked for what felt like the 100th time and the Latina could only groan.

"Yes, Ally. I'm fine! I might be a little disoriented or unfamiliar with certain things at times, but I'm healthy as far as the doctor's concerned."

She had earlier explained to Team Austin & Ally about her accident and how it caused partial memory loss. She had difficulty in expressing herself at times and apparently would act differently from before due to sustained brain injuries.

She had required some minor cosmetic surgery as there had been scarring and bone grafts and all sorts of complications, and that explained the slight alteration in her appearance. The emergency services had been unable to contact them due to her identification documents having been burnt in a freak car fire during the said accident, and she hadn't wanted to worry her family and friends when she had awoken. She was an adult and didn't require any parental consent or guardians. Her phone had survived the car fire somehow, and a few minor repairs later, she had the date and time of her flight that her best friends were waiting for her to come home on.

Now Ally had brought her to the DMV to register for her new identification card and she was waiting outside of the building for the singer to handle some paperwork.

She stared at the namecard-sized plastic in her hand; it was half melted and ashes broke off the edges when the wind fluttered by. She no longer needed this. She was a new person and this barely existent old ID of hers was of no use to her now. She smirked at the card and tossed her old, unwanted life into the trash can.

Ally called for her, and she walked off without another backward glance.

She could finally have the life she had always dreamed of now.

Last Name: Angeles
irst Name: Trix
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te of Birth: 1st July 1995

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A/N: From now on, I'm calling the fake Trish and the real Trish by their real names.