A/N: Hi everyone. This is my first fic, but I'm not gonna ask you to be nice. If I suck, tell me! So this this story is a "what if" story. After Tim left, the family stayed in England. Lou still went to boarding school, and Marion still worked with problem horses. And Amy will meet Ty in later chapters, don't worry. I've tried to give Amy a bit of a British accent, but as I don't have one myself I don't know if it worked. Please tell me what you think. I'll keep writing it if anyone will read it.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the books belongs to Lauren Brooke. The crazy plot is mine.

15 year old Amy Fleming sat on a grassy hill, watching as her mother, Marion, cantered around the small outdoor ring on the gray gelding Pegasus. He had once been Amy's father's horse, but after a show jumping accident on Pegasus, her father, Tim, had left, leaving the talent gelding in Marion's care. Amy had only been 3 years old at the time, so she had very few memories of her father. Well, that wasn't quite true. She had memories of him that she didn't want to remember. Memories of her parent's divorce 2 years ago. Memories that left her hating her father. The divorce had left her mother in depression that had lasted for almost a year.

Lou, Amy's older sister, hadn't been much of help either. She had refused to talk to Marion after the divorce, convinced that her parents should have gotten back together. Now Lou was working at some bank, leaving Marion and Amy to live on their own in the little white house they had bought when Amy was 7. Well, they didn't live quite on their own, Amy reminded herself. They had the problem horses that Marion worked with, and they had Pegasus and Amy's 7 year old chestnut-and-white, paint gelding, Flame. Just thinking of him made her smile.

They had rescued him as a 4 year old from a riding school that had beaten him half to death after he had thrown a little girl and broken her leg. Sure, she felt sorry for the poor little girl, but what kind of riding school put 7 year old, inexperienced kids on 4 year old horses? She sighed. Flame loved jumping, and Amy new that he would someday be a talented show jumper. Just like Pegasus, Amy thought. No, she corrected herself, not quite like Pegasus. Flame would never have some terrible accident... She hoped.

Amy snapped back into reality at the sound of her mother's voice.

"What's that mum?," she asked, noting that her mother had already put Pegasus away.

"I asked if you had ridden your horse today," Marion repeated. Amy looked down guiltily.

"I just wanted to wait until you were done so we wouldn't get in the way," Amy said. "But if your done now I'll go get Flame," she said, rising to her feet. Marion shook her head, sending her blond hair, that tumbled out from beneath her hard-hat, flying.

"We have to pick up Lou from work, remember?" Marion said. "Her car broke down so she can't drive." Lou only visited once a month, and then only for the weekend.

"I'll just stay at home and you can get her," Amy suggested.

"No. Amy I want you to come," her mother said. " Besides, I don't want you riding when there's no one around." The blond woman got into her car, and motioned for her daughter to do the same.

Amy, reluctantly, did.

They drove for 3 hours. Marion had attempted to start a conversation, but Amy was in no mood for talking.

"Amy, why won't you talk to me?" Marion finally demanded, looking Amy straight in the eye. The girl turned to reply, but it came out in a scream instead. In those few moments where Marion had turned her attention away from the road she never saw the car heading straight at them. For Amy, time seemed to slow. She saw her mother's head turn, saw her gasp in surprise and fear, then her world went black.

Amy opened her heavy lidded eyes slowly. Where was she? She was lying on a white bed. It wasn't her bed, that much she knew. She couldn't feel her right hand, she realized. She turned her head slowly, wincing at the pain in her stiff neck. Someone was holding her hand, a woman, but she couldn't see who, as the woman appeared to be asleep, her long hair falling in front of her face. Amy tried to carefully pry her hand away, but the person had a death grip on her. She opened her mouth, but only a small croak came out. It was enough to wake the sleeping woman. As the she lifted her head, Amy suddenly recognized her. It was Lou. Something was really wrong. Lou would never hold her hand like that other wise. Then she noticed that her sister's face was tear streaked, her eyes red and puffy.

"You're awake!" the woman said, offering a small smile. "Oh thank God. I'll call the nurse."

The nurse? She had to be in a hospital then. That would certainly explain the white sheets and the smell. But what was she doing here? The last thing she could remember was going to bed after working Flame. She had been talking to her friend, Laura. Laura's mum would have had her baby by now! She had been in labour last night when they were talking. And they were suppose to pick Lou up today, Amy recalled. But Lou was already here. What was going on?

Lou finished paging the nurse, and came toward Amy again.

"Amy, listen, I'm really sorry,-"

"What's going on?" Amy cut her off. Lou looked away.

"Amy, what do you remember?" Lou asked softly, her blue eyes shining with fresh tears.

"We were going to pick you up today," Amy whispered. She had a strange feeling that something terrible had happened. God, please let me be wrong, she prayed silently. Please let it be nothing.

"Amy," Lou whispered, "you were going to pick me up. But you had a car accident on the way." Amy's apprehension was steadily growing.

"Amy," a sob caught in the older woman's throat, and she bowed her head.

"Lou! You're scaring me. What is it?" Amy demanded, her voice rising in panic.

"Mum's dead."

A/N: So, what do you think? Should I keep writing? Tell me! Review!