This is my first St Trinian's fic EVER so please, if it all goes horribly wrong, forgive me…

Disclaimer: If I owned St Trinian's would I be up at 11.30 at night writing fanfiction? Seriously.

On with the story.

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Kelly

"He's here Kel!" 10 year old twins, Tania and Tara rushed into the dormitory, panting slightly. Sure enough, a silver jeep was cruising up the schools driveway.

"OK guys, go and help the other first formers with the car, Flash probably wants a re-spray. And tell him I want to talk to him and I'll be down in a minute," Head Girl, Kelly Jones waved her hand dismissively and the first formers bounced off, giggling.

Kelly smoothed her already immaculate dark bob and quickly retouched her lipstick. Not that it had anything to do with seeing Flash. She just wanted to-

Her musing was interrupted by a light knock on the door. "Kel?" Kelly recognised the slightly prim voice of Annabelle Fritton, the niece of the Headmistress immediately.

"Hey Belle, what's up?" Kelly smiled at the girl. It was true, both girls were nearly the same height, Annabelle being a little shorter, yet the girl always seemed slightly small and unsure of herself around Kelly, even after her makeover.

"You're wanted in the basement," Annabelle replied, turning to go.

"More trouble with the Trinski's?" The Head Girl laughed. Since Flash had opened the vodka factory, Kelly could swear that they had more problems than ever before.

"Yeah, something like that," Annabelle avoided her eyes as she slipped from the room

"Hmmm," The young woman followed Annabelle at a slow, easy pace, swaying slightly in her heels. Wonder what's going on?

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"Alright, quiet you lot!" Kelly could hear Flash's voice from down the corridor, and she had to struggle to keep a smile from blooming across her face. How did he have that effect on her?

Pushing open the door quietly, she stepped into the DIY vodka factory. Empty shot glasses and bottles cluttered every available surface that wasn't taken up by the distillery or various other machines.

Flash Harry sat at his usual place, behind the desk with his boots propped up, surveying the latest bottles that the students were producing at an alarming rate.

"Anymore er… issues ladies?" Flash directed his question at the twins, who smiled angelically.

"Not at all, Flash," They chorused in sync. Kelly still found that slightly scary, the way they knew exactly what the other would say. Twin Telepathy? Maybe.

"Oh… er, Kel…" Flash coughed. He had obviously noticed her. "Pleasure to see you… like always…"

Kelly fought back the urge to smile and silently ordered her heart to slow down. "Flash," she nodded once in his direction before turning to the other girls. "Right girls!" Instantly she had the room's attention. "Miss Fritton says early night tonight. And NO ARGUING," Tara, who had been on the brink of saying something closed her mouth, pouting. "Party tomorrow, so make sure you rest, okay guys?"

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Flash

"Right girls," Kelly's voice seemed to hold the first and second formers spellbound as she gave them some sort of order. Flash barely noticed. He was watching those full red lips form the words, but barely hearing the words that spilled from them.

He loved it when she got all authorative . It somehow suited her. Kelly seemed unbreakable. Of course, he, of all people should know better than that.

*FLASHBACK*

Flash gazed, puzzled at the small figure that sat by the open library window. She was tucked up on the sill, knees pulled towards her under a tatty black shirt. Her ebony hair hung almost to her waist in a silky waterfall.

It wasn't the girl's position that confused the spiv, but rather the time. It was almost five in the morning, but the figure showed no sign of moving. She had been there all night. It was only when the first rays of sunlight touched the windows that Flash noticed the sparkly of tears on her cheeks.

He didn't understand it, normally he would creep away quietly, he couldn't stand tears, but now he felt the irresistible urge to walk into the school and comfort the kid. Flash Harry was a man who followed his instincts, so he crept through the basement and through the door which adjoined the school.

As he reached the library, he listened intently, but heard nothing. Half hoping the kid had gone back to bed, he pushed the door open. It squeaked, and at the sound the kid jumped and hid her face.

"Don't hurt me, Daddy,"

*END FLASHBACK*

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What do you think? Good, Bad? Let me know. Sorry it's not longer but I thought this would be a good place to end the chapter.

By The way, the song that kind of inspired me was Collide by Howie Day.