Ideas For Group Fic

The only person who has responded (That I've seen) to my question is I_love_Benyelle on the fanfiction board, but here are her ideas for the fic:
• "Just something like at Donyelle's studio, there's this 8/9 year old girl named Kara (or whatever) that signed up for hip-hop lessons a while back and has really latched herslf onto Donny. So, when (for a reason yet to be named that I'll think of later) Kara's parents die, Donyelle learns that Kara's parents had named her to be guardian of Kara."
• "some sort of serious accident during the show's run that leaves either of Benjelle's life in the balance, forcing the other to evaluate how he/she really feels"
• "Donyelle gets injured somehow and gets amnesia."

Also, I wrote out a rough draft of the first chapter of the idea I had. It's not written very well, but you hopefully get the idea. If people happen to like it, I'm willing to use it for the group fic, but I don't like it that much, so I don't expect you to : D. I have a few scenes planned out for later in the plot, so I'll probably just write it as my own fic, when I have the time. Anywho, here it is... It's short:

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The rain fell in torrents, deafening in it's clamor. She ran from the hotel lobby, out into the storm and the sorrow that accompanied it. Where had he gone? She scanned the streets for his for his SUV, for his silhouette, for any trace of him not washed away in the grief she felt encompass her is its frigid embrace. Why? Why couldn't she say it? Why couldn't she stop him from walking out once more, from abandoning her to pursue his greater ambition? Why didn't he love her? It was all her fault. It was ALWAYS her fault. She'd so often before run from all in her life she loved, all that scared her with its unknown possibilities. What if this had been her last chance? What if he had been the one for her to spend her life with? The tears cascaded down her cheeks, unnoticed through the wetness the dreary clouds had already set upon her face. She could not escape this feeling. She had lost him. She was alone, once more.

The scathing clamor of buses echoed through her mind, replacing the sounds of rainfall she could recall. Confused, she opened her eyes to find the tour buses had arrived. Slowly she rose from Tahir's shoulder, grasping her bags and preparing to board. As she turned to walk away, he spun her back to face him. She expected a hug, a kiss, any such interaction of the usual boyfriend-girlfriend sort. Instead, he merely pulled her closer to him, whispering harsh words in her ear, "I want you to stay away from him, okay? You are MY girl, now don't you go on forgetting that. Don't go around being a slut just 'cause the good little Mormon boy needs his dick tended to, you hear me?" She turned away from him in disgust, but he yanked her arm until she was back beside him. Grabbing her firmly so as to ensure she could not escape, he planted his lips domineeringly upon her, shoving his tongue forcefully between them. She did not kiss him back, but emitted a sound of helplessness. To him, it appeared a moan. Satisfied with himself, he pulled away, pinching her ass before allowing her to board. Benji paused before walking up the stairs, disgusted at the scene he had witnessed. She followed him into the small space that would be their home, careful to pull on the sleeves of her shirt until they covered the old bruises upon her arms.

As she laid in bed that night, the events flooded back through her consciousness, causing her to toss and turn through her discomforted slumber. Whore. Old. Fat. Negro (AN: For story purposes, this isn't the word that was actually used, but I'm not going to even type that one). Abomination. The words echoed through her very being as the image of the woman became more clear. She had stood on the street corner, signing autographs for the young girls who had approached her. Her head rose up in fear at the woman's outcry, as she came to stand before her, attacking her. She wore a CTB ring, a bible in her hand. "You are a scathing blemish to God's fair name! You prance about on that television screen as though you belong there, but you will never make anything of yourself. He will never want you, because he knows God. God made you a slave, and you shall remain such. Go back to Africa, and stay away from that boy. You'll see... He'll dispose of you in the end. What you are trying to pull here is disgusting."

She stirred, her mumbling growing louder as the scene played back to her. How true that woman's words were. Benji could never want her. He was a good mormon. It was against his religion to love such lowly scum. She could only ever be his charity case. This realization had sent her running back to Tahir. Suddenly, she felt a hand upon her shoulder, shaking her gently. "Donny?" the voice said, "What's wrong?"

She opened her eyes to see Travis before her, a look of concern etched carefully across his youthful features. She needn't bother him with such weighty troubles. "Nothing," she said unconvincingly, "Just a bad dream..." She was careful to smile for effect. Travis knew there was more to the story, but chose not to press the issue, not yet. Sighing, Donyelle closed her eyes, once more. All in her life was just one long, bad dream.
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Please give us feedback on our ideas, and submit your own. If we're going to do this, we kinda need to figure out what we're writing about : D.

~ Moosey ~