OK, this is my new fic, it's Paige centric and I'm not sure how it'll work out, but here goes:

Not Alone

Chapter 1 - All Alone

Summary: After her parents death, Paige is alone, confused - and three months pregnant. With no one else to turn to, maybe it's time to find her birth family ...?

As another sob escaped her throat, Paige Matthews tried to squirm deeper under the moth-bitten quilt, the threadbare sheet scratching her bare arms. This motel room wasn't great - far from it, in fact - but it was all she could afford with the little money she dared to spend. Her parents had left her enough to get herself a room that didn't smell this bad. But she didn't want to spend any of it, she didn't want to think about it.

If her parents were still alive, she wouldn't have that money, wouldn't even need it ...

She buried her face in the dirty pillow and wished she could just turn back the clock. But she couldn't - the fact was, she was nineteen years old, pregnant, and alone. Her parents never even knew about the baby, she had been so scared of telling them ... and now it was too late.

Her eyes were still open, even though she was crying so hard. She refused to close them - everytime she did, she saw the car, overturned and engulfed in flames, her parents still inside ...

She shivered and cried harder. She felt she should have tried up already with all the crying ... But somehow, the tears just kept on rolling.

And she had survived. But what was the point, without them? They had been so proud when she'd gotten into college, and that was what had made her stick with the social work degree, but there wasn't any point in it now. How was she supposed to anyway, with a kid? It just wouldn't work ...

But neither would living here.

She'd hoped that if she just cut herself away from the rest of the world, it would all go away, maybe she'd fade away ...

But now the only thing that had faded was denial, and she'd realised nothing would make this go away. Nothing at all, no matter how much it hurt, how much she cried, how many times she screamed into the darkness ...

She was all alone.

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She felt herself hit the pavement, hard, and roll several times before coming to a stop. Her first thought was her baby, but then she heard the explosion ...

Paige sat bolt upright, sweating and breathing heavily. It was a few seconds until she realised where she was ... and all the pain came rushing back.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and leapt up, squeezing herself into the tiny bathroom and throwing her guts up into the toilet. She sank to the floor, unsure whether the constant sickness was grief, or her pregnancy, or both. Either way, she hated it.

Looking around her, at the dark bathroom with it's chipped yellow tiles and peeling stained wallpaper, Paige felt disgust. How could she stay here? How could she have done for over a week? Even though she didn't care about herself, her baby was another matter. Her parents would have made great grandparents ... But now they were gone.

She'd often made decisions at night, while unable to sleep, and now it seemed to be happening again. She couldn't continue with her social work course, but she could find a place for her and her baby, get a job and give the kid the life it deserved. And maybe ...

No, it wouldn't be fair. Paige hated herself for the very thought. But for a while, even before her parents had died, Paige had been thinking about her birth family, her biological mother and father. And she'd been thinking about trying to trace them ...


Well, what do you think? Bad title, I know but I really couldn't think of anything. Anyway, click that little button and tell me if it was any good and if it's worth continuing?