Chapter 1:

AN: This is my fourth times at attempting a Don/Oc Fanfic. I really hope that you all like it. I was actually planning to give up on writing one ever again when I was watching television and a new idea hit me. I am really sorry if Don or any of the characters are out of characters. If they are do tell me. I really hope that you all will like this story better. Thank you.

I have a secret that I can never tell. Ever! If it ever went out, I would loose my best friend. It was as simple as that. What is this secret you ask? Well I am in love with someone that I can never be with. I am in love with my best friend from childhood. The two of us have gone through thick and thin with each other; we were always in the same school and in the same class. The only time we went our separate ways was when he went to the Police academy after High school and I went ahead to pursue my career of becoming a vet.

Even then, we still met up whenever we had the time, I met all of his friends and he met all of mine. It has already been eighteen years since we first met when we were five. Seven years since I realized that I loved my best friend. Seven years since I knew that the two of us were never possible. I was his best friend but I was not his type. It was as simple as the counting from 1 to 10.

Today was the time for our annual Friday night gathering at Sullivan's, his favorite bar. I had finished my shift at the Central Park Zoo early and was the first to be at our usual booth.

"Why am I such a coward?" I sighed to myself, staring at my half empty cup of coffee.

"Who's a coward?" a familiar voice asked. I looked up and saw the one and only cause for my dilemma slide into the booth across from me. I could feel my heart skip a beat as my best friend in the whole world and crush, Donald 'Don' Flack Junior looked at me with a grin across his dimpled face.

"You. Why are you such a coward dear Donnie, I will never know why?" I teased, immediately. It was a reflex that I had managed to develop over the past seven years.

"Hey! What did I do Dru?" Don exclaimed.

"You told your mum that the only reason why you did not go back for last Sunday's monthly dinner was because you had to accompany me to the Zoo's function. When you actually went clubbing with your friends!" I answered, " You are such a scary cat when it comes to your mother's anger."

"Come on Dru, you have seen my dear oh Mum when she's angry. You know how scary she can be. Remember when she caught the two of us when we plucked and ate all of her blueberries from the blueberry bush when we were six?" Don replied.

"We know. She chased the two of you with the broom around the yard." A gruff voice cut in.

"You are forgetting the fact that the two of them also did not dare to eat another blueberry for the rest of the summer." Another voice added. Don and I turned to see our friends slide into the booth with us.

"Danno, Doc! It is not nice to interrupt!" I mock glared.

"Please, we practically know it already by heart." Danny snorted.

"I'm sorry Dru but we have heard that story one too many times." Doctor Sheldon Hawkes smiled at me.

"You know, I have not heard this particular story from the Adventures of Don and Drusilla." Lindsey Monroe, sorry I mean Messer, asked.

"I have known them longer than you Linds but I have also not heard this story before." Stella Bonnessera added, looking at us with interest.

"Long story short. It was her fault!" Don shouted, pointing his finger at me.

"What the heck! What me! You were the one that challenged me to see who could eat the most berries!" I yelled back. Somewhere inside me, I felt really happy that he was back to being the loveable, idiot that I knew and loved. Two years ago, I had to once again suffer heartbreak as Don dated some long-legged pretty girl. What was her name? Oh yea Jasmine. (AN: Random name.)

She was some high society socialite who dumped him after almost a year of dating for some rich dude. The idiot was devastated and went ahead to get himself wasted before crashing on my couch in the middle of the night. I then had to spend the about eight months to get him back on his stupid feet and totally over the little bitch.

Flash Back

"What!" I growled, wrenching open the door. Could you blame me, it was bloody three in the morning. Donald Flack Junior you better have a good reason to be ringing my doorbell at this godly hour! How did I know that it was Don? Well, in all my life, I only knew one person who ever did that and that was Don. He did it for random stuff.

However, when I saw my secret love of my life standing in my doorway with a crushed look on his face, all thoughts of murder was lost.

"Donnie, what's wrong?" I asked softly, stepping aside so that he could enter. He stumbled past me and I caught the sharp smell of alcohol.

"She dumped me Dru. Jas dumped me!" Don raised his voice as he slumped down on my couch.

"What? She dumped you why?" I asked, I mean I had seen the way Don treated her. The bloke loved her! Okay I will admit, that there was a party in my head when I heard that but being the kind and concerned friend I ignored it.

"She said she was not happy with me and was happier with Steve Herson." Don spat out acidly. Ouch! What a money Grubber, Steve Herson was one of the richest Bachelor in New York. (AN: No offense) Don's salary and my salary were peanuts next to that guy's.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I said softly, giving him a hug. It was always like that from young. I will hug him when he was upset and he will let it all out. I could already feel my oversized sleeping shirt getting wet as his frame shook.

We remained in that position for another good five minutes before I realized that he had fallen asleep. I unwrapped my hand from him and laid him down on the couch. I went back to my room to grab a spare blanket so that he would not get a cold. Non-surprisingly, my six months old Husky, Jagger was in deep slumber. Some guard dog right?

After tucking Don in, I sat back and stared at the tear stained face of the man I secretly loved. I should be happy that he was single again but I did not. I wanted to do anything and everything to never see this face of his again. Even it meant that I had to hand him over to some money-faced bitch then so be it. I sat there staring at the one man I could never call mine before heading off to my own bed.

Eight months is a long time right? People say that Don is a playboy but I knew that deep down he was a hopeless romantic that loved someone whole-heartedly. Unfortunately, that person will never be me.

"Well, who was the one that said that she was bored!" Don pointed out.

"I was six! I got bored very easily!" I exclaimed, "You also complained that you was bored too!" Don was going when we were interrupted by a cough.

"As much as this is very entertaining, I believe we are all hungry. How about we order before continuing this lovers' quarrel." Mac Taylor smiled, motioning for a waiter to bring the menus over.

I tried very hard not to blush when Mac said lovers but still ended up flushing like a freaking ripe tomato.

"Yea right. Like we would ever be lovers. Come on Mac, what Dru and I have is special. We will always be best friends. Right Dru?" Don laughed. Geez, did you really have to spoil the whole thing by adding the ' always be friends' part. I felt hurt but I cannot show it and end up spoiling our friendship.

"Yea." I answered, opening up my menu, to hide the sad smile that was threatening to appear on my face. We spent the next five minutes deciding what to eat.

"Give me a rib-eye, medium rare. Oh and a chef's salad." Don ordered. Now that set of my 'Don' alarms. He, I am willing to bet my life, never ever ate his vegetables. Well willingly, he only ate it when his mum forced him to.

"Are you sick Donnie? Eating icky greens willingly." I asked, quoting his famous phrase from childhood.

"Oh Shut up! It's not for me. It's for Jasmine." He glared. I felt my heart stop when I heard the name. Jasmine! I thought they broke up? My throat felt dry, should I voice out my question. Fortunately, Danny beat me to it.

"Jasmine? I thought you two broke up a year ago?" he asked. Yea my sentiments too.

"I ran into her last week and she said that she was sorry and wanted to get back together." Don explained, grinning. I felt my heart rip slightly.

"Oh yea. I asked her to join us today. Jas! Over here." Don shouted, raising a hand. I looked on in dread as Jasmine Corwell, made her way over to us in her little black dress and high heels.

"Hey Donnie." She greeted, kissing him on his lips. There and then, I felt my already fragile heart shatter into pieces once again.