Characters: Ryan mostly...
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned, but alas, I own nothing.
A/N: This is set during The Debut in Season 1. This isn't much...but I wanted to just get my feet wet and try posting something. I'm still trying to figure out Livejournal. :)
This is not betaed. The plethora of mistakes are my own. :)
Ryan had promised he wouldn’t fight anymore. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and he certainly wasn’t an idiot. This was the best thing that had happened to him in…well, in his entire life. He wasn’t going to screw up. He wasn’t going to allow himself the brief reprieve that fighting allowed. He was going to keep his cool.
He could do that.
No big deal.
He also wasn’t going to allow himself to get too attached, too comfortable. He had been down that road before. He knew what it was like to have nothing, to have no one, and frankly, Newport was a hell of a lot better than what he was used to. That was what he was so afraid of. He knew it was going to hurt when he was forced to leave. He now had something to lose.
He could refrain from fighting. No one was worth losing this new life he was lucky enough to stumble upon. He could smile when he was supposed to. He might even try to fit in. He figured that would make Sandy and Kirsten happy. If they realized how difficult it was for him to wear a tux, learn to waltz, and generally pretend to be something he wasn’t, they’d probably have a whole new respect for just how hard he was trying.
And then it all came crashing down…
Watching Marissa’s dad get his face slammed into the floor was bad enough, but he knew he had made a promise. Ryan was a man of his word. Where he was from, you only had your name. Once you lose that, you weren’t worth anything.
When that man’s fist connected with Sandy’s face, all bets were off.
Ryan was many things, but he wasn’t going to sit around and watch Sandy get punched for trying to do the right thing. The rage that screamed through Ryan’s veins was nearly indescribable.
If it had been anyone else, Ryan would have probably let it go.
But this was Sandy after all…
No one gets to hit Sandy Cohen and get away with it. Any promises Ryan had made went flying out the window when he shoved the man off Sandy. At that particular moment, he really didn’t care.
Ryan had known Sandy for all of a few days, but it didn’t take long for him to align his loyalties. If it got him kicked out then so be it.
Hell, he was only human after all.
As mentioned above, Ryan Atwood was not an idiot. He knew that the intense loyalty he felt to Sandy and his family would only grow stronger with time.
Just what the hell had he gotten himself into here?