Author note- ok I'm warning you. This story is about a day in the life of Devan, and I can tell you that by the end of the day she will be scarred, both physically and mentally. If you are a fan of Devan (how could you??), or a fan of Devan and Woody as a couple (HOW COULD YOU???????) then do NOT read this. Well, no actually, please read, but don't hunt me down ok?? Consider yourself warned.

However, if you hate Devan, have fun! Oh yeah, and if I owned Crossing Jordan, you wouldn't be reading this, you would be seeing it in an episode!

You considered me a friend, but I just hated your guts!

Chapter 1- A room, a chair, a kiss

A room. A big, big room. So big that she couldn't even see where the floor met the walls and the walls met the roof. It was all the same colour, a greyish beige. The kind of colour you wouldn't even call a colour. It was the kind of colour you would call plain, Nothing. Her eyes darted around, looking at the room, searching for an exit, but she couldn't see any doors. She couldn't even see where the room ended. All she could see was the chair she was sitting on and the cart a metre away. The chair was a dentist chair, her wrist handcuffed to the armrest. The cart was on wheels and had heaps of dentist stuff on it. Why was she here?

Then she saw the figure approach her. Devan squinted her eyes to try and figure out what it was. It was a person... a woman... it was Jordan. She was wearing a white lab coat and her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. As she walked closer Devan could see the smile plastered on Jordan's face. An evil smile.

"So Dr Maguire, how are we today?"

"Dr Cavanaugh, what brings you here?"

"Um, hello?? I've come to extract your teeth, duh."

"WHAT???? My teeth are fine! I used to be on The Bold And The Beautiful! I have a perfect smile!"

"Your point being.....?"

"This has nothing to do with my teeth does it?"

"Well, yes and no. Yes because I am going to extract your teeth so its kinda teeth related, but no because the reason has nothing to do with the current state of your teeth."

" Jordan, we used to be friends!"

"Um, yeah sure. Some friend you were."

"What?"

"See, not only are you purely evil, but now your blondeness is starting to show! Thick as a brick. Blonde as a... blonde."

"What the hell?"

"Point proven! Definitely blonde. Now let's started."

"Wait!" yelled a voice Devan was extremely relieved to hear. She turned around and saw Woody walking towards them.

"Woody! Jordan is acting crazy! Please talk some sense into her!" But Woody just walked past her, ignored her. She watched in horror as Woody walked to the cart and put on a lab coat just like Jordan's. And then he turned to Jordan, smiled and asked "Now, you weren't going to start the procedure without me?"

"Of course not, baby." Jordan replied as she planted a small, yet loving kiss on Woody's mouth. Devan could only gasp as Woody started to kiss back.

Man, of all days to be handcuffed to a dentist chair.