A/N: Hey people. The idea for this story came to me while sitting at my computer trying to grind out another chapter for my other venture, and I figured it was too good not to note down and complete as a side project. WARNING, this story is a tear jerker. Well that's the desired effect. I'll say this in every note, that to get the full effect of this story, you need to listen to Eva Cassidy - True Colours when I get to the right point in the story (You'll know when).

Disclaimer: I own none of the LM characters, Disney Does.

True Colours - Prologue.

:Begin Flashback:

It was a normal sunny day in Hillridge.

David Gordon had woken up, gotten changed and was the on the way to getting breakfast.

"Hey Mom. Hey Dad. Isn't the weather beautiful this morning?...Isn't life great? Isn't everything just spiffy?" Gordo said, and his parents both laughed and smiled with him. Both parents had noticed that their son had changed dramatically since his first weeks of high school, but they had given up trying to figure out why, as there was only one reason why David Gordon was so happy and loving life nowadays.

Lizzie McGuire.

Gordo hadn't ceased talking about how great life was and how he loved every minute of it since he had made his lifelong best friend Lizzie, his girlfriend. Lizzie had always been the happy-go-lucky love-life kinda girl, and it was obvious that spending every waking hour together with her had had an effect on Gordo. This was a shocking, but very welcomed change in the Gordon household, as the now 17 year old Gordo had virtually lightened up the usual dull atmosphere of a home full of psychiatrists.

"So how is the other half, son?" Said Howard. Gordo's dad had taken to treating his son as more of an adult than a child these days, as his son had now been in a serious long-term relationship for nearly a year.

Gordo sighed, and smiled even more broadly. "Fine as can be, Dad. Being her normal beautiful and perfect self as always. I'm gona wait for her to arrive here before I eat."

Roberta sighed. Her son really had it bad. She hoped that Lizzie loved him as much as Gordo loved her. She walked over to Gordo, kissed his forehead, and started to make pancakes for her son and his girlfriend.

"So, how are you guys doing this wonderful day?" Gordo asked, still smiling.

"Not so bad, but I have to go soon. Work calls and whatnot." Howard replied, and he collected the first finished pancake from the stove.

Gordo was reading the paper, when he heard a knock at the door. He literally jumped out of the chair he was sat in, and hurried to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by a groggy Lizzie. She looked so tired, this was not normal.

"Hey... Gordo." She said, yawning.

"Hey Liz. What's going on? did you stay up all night doing homework again?" Gordo asked, ushering her inside.

Lizzie certainly didn't sound herself. Gordo knew that his girlfriend certainly wasn't a morning person, but she was usually back to her normal happy self by the time she got to his house. To add to it, there was another problem; Lizzie seemed to be having trouble walking straight. She was stumbling over to the breakfast table slowly and clumsily. This was not the Lizzie McGuire that Gordo had grown to love.

"Wow Elizabeth, you look awfully tired today.Something wrong?" Roberta wondered. Lizzie was slouching over the table, yawning every so often.

"Well I did stay up pretty late last night, mam." Lizzie answered, Yawning yet again.

Gordo made his way over to Lizzie, and put his arms around her. "You sure your ok?"

Lizzie held both of his hands tight, and turned on the seat."Yeah..just feeling a little light-headed; I've got a major headache too"

Gordo kissed her head. "Any better?" He said, smiling.

"Wow, I really must be tired...your kiss usually heals all my pains." Lizzie whispered into his ear, suddenly, she cringed, as she felt a sharp pain in her head. She sgrugged it off, grabbed a pancake, and started to walk to the door. She cringed again, but harder this time. The pain had hit again, but worse.

"Comon, Gordo, we'll be late for..." Lizzie couldn't finish her sentence, as her eyes had already started to glaze over. Lizzie lost control of her legs, too overwhelmed by the pain in her head. She crashed to the floor just outside the door of the house.

"OH MY GOD! LIZZIE!" Gordo shouted, as he rose out of his seat and raced towards his fallen girlfriend. He reached her as quickly as she had fallen.

"Lizzie! Can you hear me?" Gordo said desperatly. He started to resusitate her as soon as he knew she was out cold. But it wasn't bringing her to.

"DAM! It's not working! Mom, Dad phone an ambulence!"

:End Flashback:

Gordo was deep in thought. He remembered a few hours after that, after they had managed to get Lizzie conscious again.

:Begin Flashback:

"Oh My God, Lizzie. I thought you were a goner." Said a relieved Gordo. He hugged Lizzie, then pulled her back, and kissed her gently on her cold lips.

"I'm still here, Gordo. You can't rid of me that easily. So have they figured out what's wrong with me?" Lizzie asked. She propped herself up on her pillows, starting to get her energy back.

"Well, that's the thing, Liz. They can't seem to find anything that matches your symptoms in their medical books. The doctors can't explain what's wrong with you." Gordo started to sob.

"Hey... don't cry, babe."Lizzie held Gordo's hand, and tried to pick herself out of bed, but she didn't quite have the strength to do hold her own weight yet. "They'll work it out somehow. Now I'm awake I can give them a more detailed description of my symptoms. It'll be ok...ouch!" Lizzie clutched her head. The pain hit her again, but not so much as a sharp pain, more of an ache.

"Doctor! Can't you do something about it?" Gordo asked a man in a white coat standing behind him.

"We can't risk treating her due to that we don't know exactly what to give her for the pain. It's a problem with her brain, so painkillers arn't going to help. I'm sorry, but we have some bad...news for you, Ms.McGuire." The doctor said.

"Ok, Let's have it then." and Lizzie sat up, leaning on Gordo's shoulder, still holding his hand tightly.

"Well, we have completed the brain scans... and you have abnormal growth in your cerebellum, which controls your balance and co-ordination. That's probably why you were stumbling a lot before you collasped. This growth, it seems to be putting extra weight on the rest of your brain at the very back of your head. Normally, this would fix itself, but with you it just seems to be getting worse." The doctor finished.

"So... what does that mean?" Asked Lizzie, wanting to cry, but trying to stay strong for her boyfriends sake.

"Well, Ms.McGuire... your brain is slackening under the pressure of your cerebellum pulling down on it. This will eventually result in your brain deteriorating, which will result in frequent loss of consciousness, and eventually, a coma. This coma is the big problem, Ms.McGuire, as chances are 55 that once your in it, that you won't ever wake up from it."

Lizzie couldn't hold it in any longer, and she broke out into tears.

"It's going to be O...k, Lizzie, They'll find a way..." Gordo started to cry now. "They'll find a...way... to stop it."

:End Flashback:

Gordo was leaning over the seat next to his girlfriend. She was rigid as a plank of wood, and as cold as ice. He reached out to grab her hand, but he couldn't find it in himself to feel the terrible feeling of her. It was almost as if she was dead lying next to her. Her eyes were closed, and she had been tucked into her bed so she wasn't in an awkward position.

"I can't believe that she might not ever wake up again. What did the doctors say? that they don't know how long it'll take for her to either wake up or..." He couldn't say it, he didn't want to consider that Lizzie might die at any moment, that the thing he cared for and loved the most in the world might cease to exist at any point.

"She's fighting it now, Gordo. Our girl's fighting." Miranda said, and she cried silently into Gordo's shoulder.

"You can go home if you want, get some sleep. Neithr of us have had a decent nights sleep since she..." Gordo sighed, and rested his head in one of Lizzie's lifeless hands, trying to warm it up. It was no use.

"I am pretty tired." Miranda yawned." I think I'll go have a few hours sleep, if I can. If she wakes up... make sure you call me." Miranda smiled at Gordo, and he smiled back through his tears. Then she opened the ward door and closed it behind her.

For a few minutes Gordo just sat there, occasionlly pinching himself, wishing that this was all a dream, and at any moment he would just wake up, and it'd be a normal day.

He leant forwards, and peered over to Lizzie's othr hand, the one that was furthest away from him. He grabbed that hand now, and held it in pure hope of something to happen... anything..

And then he felt something. Something solid in Lizzie's hand. "What's this?" He said, holding up what seemed to be a tape recorder.

"You didn't?" He questioned her subconsciously.

He pressed the Play button on the recorder, and a sound came out.

'This is a recording addressed to David Gordon, boyfriend of one Lizzie McGuire, and to be only listened to by David.'

It was the voice of Lizzie.

A/N: Cliffhanger! Read and Review people. Hope I have started this story well, not sure how long it's going to be, but it won't be nearly s long as my primary project 'The Long And Winding Road' of which the next chapter should be up by friday of this week, so keep checking that one out. In the meantime, review this!

DearLizzie