ONE TIME AT BAND CAMP

A Greyhaven11 - Mighty Kajtek Collaboration

Chapter 1: In Which Reid Nearly Kills a Girl, There's Some Pretty Intense Groping And A Conversation.

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A/N: It was Mighty's idea, so I give her all the credit and am just thankful she let me play too. And because Reid's too much fun not too play with. - greyhaven11

The stereo in a silver Hummer blasted The Clash's "Should I Stay Or Should I Go" as the blond occupant of the car drove through the streets of Ipswich bobbing his head to the rhythm and 'attempt' at singing, and failing badly. Not that it made any difference to the boy. He didn't care that people actually stopped and stared after him as he yelled the words to the song, taking his hands off the wheel from time to time to do some badass air drumming.

An old lady standing on the sidewalk stared at him blankly as he stopped his car at the traffic lights and he winked at her. “Hey. How's it going?” He grinned when she shook her head. “Wanna ride?” He licked his lips suggestively. The lady looked outraged. “Come on, lady, I ain't ageist! We could make sweet, sweet love all night.” The woman turned away. “Come on, lover! I know you've still got it.”

“Should I stay or should I go!” He sang at the top of his lungs as she was crossing the street and she turned glaring at him and flipped him off. He started laughing.

The light started blinking and he popped his head out of the side window. "Don't worry lady. Take your time. It's not like I have a life to go back to."

His parents were out of town. Dad's business took him all over Europe and Reid's mother could shop anywhere, though Milan, Italy was her choice. School was boring. All this yada yada about being prepared for college and the real world. Reid passed his classes. His dad's money would get him into most colleges that he was interested in. College wasn't about books. His friends had their girlfriends to keep them busy. To keep them whipped. Reid rolled his eyes. Why? Why limit yourself to just one when there were so many willing and waiting? With his folks gone, well there was a huge house with many rooms, just like a hotel. Speaking of all those willing women.

"Fucking great song." He muttered to himself as he went through his CD collection looking for something with more attitude to keep him awake for the rest of the drive home. He yawned and then grinned when he remembered why he was so tired. Lisa Dovery. Man, the girl sure knew how to keep a guy up all night.

"Sex Pistols. All right!" He exclaimed pulling the CD from the pocket and inserting it into the stereo. He missed and it dropped to the floor and he bent down to pick it up. His foot slipped from the brake pedal and unaware he started to move.

His head shot up when he felt a bump and his foot slammed on the brake bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt.

Panicked, he threw the door open and jumped out of the car running to the front and inspecting the damage.

"Fuck. Ty's going to kill me." He growled frustrated, seeing a small scratch on the front bumper.

"I'm fine. No worries." A quiet moan and a whimper to his left caught his attention and he peered over to the passenger side of the vehicle and his eyes widened.

"Fuck!" He swore again as he ran to the girl, who was sprawled on the ground and loomed over her. "You alright?" He asked the girl. She looked up at him with a slightly amused look. Girl had a sense of humor.

"Sure, I always lie on the street for kicks." She smiled at him, but it was more of a grimace. He bent down.

"Fuck. I'm sorry."

"You like that word, doncha?" She quipped and disregarded his outstretched arm, using her right arm to get up. Her left ankle was swollen and she hobbled over to a bench. Reid followed awkwardly.

"It looks bad." He knelt down looking at her leg. She wore jeans, but Reid gently pushed the leg of her jean, up and scanned it. He pressed against it lightly and he heard her gasp. "Sorry."

"Look, are you certified in first aid?"

"Why?"

"Well, otherwise, you feeling my leg seems a bit forward don't you think?" He looked up at her and the amused grin was still in place. "You could at least tell me your name."

"Reid Garwin." He was still focused on the accident. "I don't have…are you gonna sue?" She laughed, then winced as she grabbed her leg and moved it away from Reid's hands.

"Zoey Cartwright. And I'm not gonna sue. It's a sprain. It'll get me out of gym for at least a month. That's awesome." Reid couldn't speak. He was a little stunned by the girl's attitude. He was still trying to wrap his mind around it. "Look, um, nice to meet you. But you're parked in a bus zone, so you should go." Reid looked back at Tyler's hummer, then back at her.

"You stay here. I'll be right back." He told her and walked over to the car, turning off the engine and locking the door. Then he jogged across the street to the pharmacy. Five minutes later he was back, arms full of medical supplies. He dropped it all on the bench next to her and knelt in front of her, scrunching his sleeves up to the elbows all-business.

Zoey picked up different bandages, wipes, gauze, ointments and bottles with all sorts of liquids and she actually started to feel a little unnerved. Was he trying to operate on her on the bus bench? It sure looked like it.

"Honestly. It's just a few scratches. I don't think I need…" She held up a bottle. "… Hydrogen Peroxide?" Her brows furrowed and she touched her hair absentmindedly pouting a little.

Reid rolled his eyes. "Your ankle is swollen. And you're bleeding from various places. I have to clean your wounds and that-" he grabbed the bottle from her hands and squirted a good amount on her cut, "- is what peroxide's for." She watched as the liquid turned into white foam and it started tickling and making funny sizzling noises.

"But it's-"

"Listen. It's either that or I'm taking you to the hospital." He told her sternly. "Either way, you are going to be looked at. So which is it?"

She pouted and huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine. Fix me."

Zoey watched him work silently and she couldn't help but be a little impressed at how well he was managing.

"Have you done this before?" She just had to know.

"Couple of times." He mumbled not lifting his head from the task at hand.

"You look like you know what you're doing."

Reid smiled a little despite himself. "When you get into as many fights as I, and your friends faint at the sight of blood, you kind of start to depend on yourself to do the dirty job." He explained matter-of-factly.

"Oh." She sucked her lower lip and gnawed at it, thinking a little. "Why do you get into fights?"

His head lifted and he regarded her for a little while. She looked down at him, a sincerely curious expression on her freckled face. Reddish, almost rusty hair fanned her slightly chubby face as she gnawed at her bottom lip. She looked a bit younger than him, maybe sixteen-seventeen years old.

He shrugged. "Don't know. People piss me off."

"Why?"

"Different reasons."

"Do they say things that make you mad?"

"Sometimes."

"Can't you just ignore them?"

Reid actually sighed getting more and more aggravated by her blunt and straightforward questions. "No. I can't. This is not how I function."

"How do you-"

"OK, what the fuck is with the Third Degree?" He growled frustrated and angry.

Zoey shrunk back in her seat and ducked her head. "I- I'm sorry." She mumbled embarrassed. "I didn't mean to pry into your personal life."

Reid stood up and ran a hand over his very tired face. "Whatever. OK. You're done."

He scooped up the rest of the supplies and dumped them into the garbage can next to the bench, then walked over to the car and hopped in, starting the engine.

"Come on, let me drive you home."

Zoey's head shot up at his sudden exclamation. "Oh, no thank you. I'm OK really. Besides, I live just around the corner…"

Reid looked at her for a moment longer, as if contemplating something, then he seemed to come to some sort of conclusion, because he nodded his head and leaned over the passenger seat, popping the door open.

"Get in." He commanded.

"No, Really I'm fine. Thank you."

"Don't be stupid. It's the least I can do for nearly killing you."

"Now you're just exaggerating. And honestly, I live right there," she pointed down the street, " I can walk just fine." She got up to prove it by moving a few feet.

"You're limping."

She huffed. "Am not."

Reid raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Fine. But it's not as bad as it seems. Really."

A bus approached Reid's Hummer from the back and the bus driver started sounding his horn. Reid didn't budge from his spot.

"Reid. The bus. You have to move."

"I'm not going anywhere until you get in."

"Reid. Please." Zoey pleaded getting more and more embarrassed by the minute. The bus driver was honking uncontrollably now, and people around started slowing down and gawking at her and Reid.

She looked around and saw people whispering among themselves, the angry bus driver was opening the door and getting ready to leave the bus. A little panicked, she looked back at Reid, who much to her utter shock made himself clearly comfortable in his seat, reclining it back and hooking hands behind his head. He seemed to be humming some sort of offbeat melody to himself, completely unfazed by the commotion he caused.

The bus driver was now approaching him from the driver's seat and quickly deciding, Zoey grabbed her bag and hopped into the car, slamming the door behind her. "Drive. Please!" She pleaded, and Reid happily obliged, gunning the engine and speeding off before the bus driver reached him.

Three streets further she pointed to the old two-story brick house and Reid stopped the car.

"Huh. That was… closer than I thought." Reid mused, dunking his head and peering over the windshield to take a good look at the building.

"I told you I live just down the street." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fiddling with her fingers.

"Well, all right." He jumped out of the driver's seat and walked over to her side, opening the door for her.

"Thank you." She stumbled a little getting out, but he caught her just in time. "Umm... thanks for the ride and for the fix-up… I'll see you around." She said and started walking to her building.

Once at the door, she started fumbling with her bag, trying to locate her keys.

"Here, let me help you with that." Came directly behind her and she nearly jumped out of her skin screaming bloody murder.

"Reid! What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm walking you home." He stated the obvious.

Zoey started shaking her head. "Nooooo. No, no, no, no. NO. You can't."

"Yes, I can and I will."

"No. You-", she stuck her finger in his chest and pushed him back in the direction he came, "-have to go. Now."

Reid smirked. A perfect eyebrow shot up.

"Thank you for the ride, but please go now?" She pleaded. He peered at her closer. She looked a little frightened.

"What? Your house haunted? Or am I going to be attacked by a pit bull? Or do you have triplet sisters, all hot and they haven't seen a man in years and you're worried they'll overtake me?" She was fighting a grin at his comments. "I can handle it, promise."

"It's none of that, really." She chuckled. "Nice imagination though. Look, just go. Kay?"

"Nope." It wasn't that he really wanted to go into her house or anything, but the fact that she wasn't going to let him just made him want to.

"Reid." She moved to push him and nearly lost her balance. He grabbed her arms and held her firm, though her face was two inches from his chest. That's when the door opened and revealed a large man, probably in his mid to late twenties, brown hair in a buzz cut. Reid stared openly. The guy was ripped. And at least 6'2".

"What the hell are you doing to my baby-sister?"

"Fuck." Reid said under his breath.

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A/N: This is Mighty here. Waaaay down here... heh. So there you have it, folks. This will be a Reid/OC (obviously) and some major Reid ass-kicking will occur throughout the whole story so beware. I thought it was about time Reid got some back. And Grey wanted a dorky gal. Give us your opinions. Liked it? Not so much? We would love to know.
chapter 2 coming soon-ish…
Oh, and check out the profile for Zoey concept art.