My first Split fic, no definite pairing yet but it's either Barry or Dennis (I may try to come up with the others we didn't get to see in the movie)

Disclaimer: I don't own Split, it's characters, etc. I do own my OC and my plot/anything you don't recognize unless otherwise stated.

If there are ANY triggers they will be at the top of the chapter they are in but for the most part I'm going to keep this as happy as I can.

Summary: (I'm horrible at summaries) OC is Dr Fletcher's niece. She's staying with her after something she's running from causes her to lose her voice. She meets Barry and without saying a word she sparks inspiration within him.

Barry walked down the sidewalk, a little skip in his step as he enjoyed the cool autumn day. As he neared the door to Dr Fletcher's apartment he noticed a young woman struggling with two large bags of groceries at the door. He couldn't help but admire the woman's look. A dark maroon knit hat on her head, that seemed to blend into her similar dark red hair. She wore a large black coat, which hid her red turtle neck sweater top, but he was able to see the bottom of a tan skirt over black leggings that led down to black combat boots. Barry's attention snapped back to her struggle as the woman tried to balance one bag on her knee so she could open the door.

"Oh, let me help you, hun." He said as he caught the bag before it fell. The woman, startled, turned to him and he gave her a smile before opening the door for her. She bowed her head in a silent thank you before stepping inside. "Which floor? I'll carry it for you." The woman hesitated then pointed up with a sheepish smile, not quite making eye-contact with him. "Top floor?" he asked with a chuckle as they started up the stairs and she nodded. "You must know Dr Fletcher then, lovely woman isn't she?" The woman nodded. "My name's Barry." He noticed the woman bite her bottom lip as she hugged the brown paper bag closer to herself. Noticing her discomfort he immediately switched the topic. "I love those boots you have on." He complimented in a friendly tone. She gave him a small smile, meeting his eyes for a brief moment but just enough for him to see little specks of gold in her green eyes.

The two reached the top of the stairs just as Dr Fletcher opened her door. She stepped out towards the two as they reached the top of the stairs.

"Oh Barry," She greeted with a smile and as she looked to the young woman her smile grew. "I see you're already met my niece." Barry's eyebrow's rose under his beanie.

"Your niece?"

The three went inside Barry helped the woman put the groceries on the counter, as Dr Fletcher started to explain.

"This is my niece Evangeline." She said. Evangeline took off her coat and put it on the coat rack by the door. She returned to the kitchen area and started to put the groceries away. Barry sat down as Dr Fletcher continued. "She's staying with me for a while until she... gets back on her feet."

"She seems to be very well on her feet." Barry said. Evangeline looked over to see him looking her up and down and he quickly explained. "I'm not hitting on you." He held up his hands. "I was talking about those boots again."

"Barry is into fashion." Her aunt explained to her.

"I am more than into fashion, doc." He said with a chuckle.

"Maybe you could bring some of your sketches next time." Dr Fletcher suggested. "Evan is quite the artist herself." Evangeline waved a hand towards the two as she shook her head with a small smile. "Though she likes to sketch people or scenery."

"I don't mean to be rude but-" Barry started.

"She doesn't speak." Dr Fletcher explained with a sad smile. Barry noticed Evangeline lower her head as she finished up putting the groceries away.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Barry said, not knowing what else to say. Evangeline met his eyes again before she looked away. She cleared her throat and Dr Fletcher turned to look at her. Evangeline motioned to a door and Dr Fletcher nodded.

"She'll be in the other room with her music; you don't have to worry about her possibly overhearing our session."

"Doc... if you don't mind me asking... did something happen to her?"

"You know it's not my place to tell things like that Barry."

"I know, I just... you're right. I'm sorry." Barry said with a smile.

After their session, Barry hesitated at the door, he slowly turned on one foot with a finger up in question, to face Dr Fletcher who stood a few feet behind him.

"Yes?" Dr Fletcher asked with an amused smile.

"I was wondering if Evangeline has an email?" he asked. Dr Fletcher chuckled and nodded.

"She does."

"Do you think-?"

"I don't think it would be a very good idea, Barry." Dr Fletcher said. There was something behind her soft smile that made Barry feel sad.

"Right. Well uh, I'll see you next week then."

It was later that night while Barry was working on a new sketch that his phone lit up and caught his eye. He picked it up and unlocked it to find a new email. His eyebrows rose when he saw who it was from.

Evangeline C.

He blinked at the screen for a moment before setting down his pencil and opening the email.

Hey Barry. I looked at my aunt's computer for your email. I hope you don't find me weird for that but I heard you ask her if I had an email (I didn't eavesdrop on your session or anything, I went into the kitchen and the song I was listening to wasn't as loud and I overheard).

I just wanted to explain something that I couldn't when we met today. I know my aunt didn't tell you anything so I wanted to tell it to you myself. I can talk but something happened, psychologically, that has taken my voice. I try and nothing comes out. I didn't want you to think I was rude for not saying thank you for helping me. So... Thank you for helping me.

I know my aunt deals with DID patients but she is trying to help me as well. Maybe someday I can actually thank you. (Oh and I totally believe what my aunt says about DID patients, I hope more people can take her papers seriously.)

-E

Barry couldn't help the smile that came to his face. He quickly tapped 'reply' and typed it out.

I'm actually really glad you found my email, I really wanted to talk to you. You don't know how happy it makes me to know you believe Dr Fletcher about us. I know this might seem a bit forward but would you like to get coffee sometime?

-B

He hit send and couldn't help but just stare at the phone and wait until her reply came through.

I wouldn't be much for conversation but I'd love to. How about tomorrow? There's a café I've seen nearby if you'd want to go there.

Sounds great. I'll come by around nine?

Sounds great. See you then.

Barry put his phone down and immediately picked up his pencil before getting a new blank page.

Short for a first chapter but I wanted to get this out. Let me know what you think ^_^