Author's Note:As of recent, I watched almost all of Girl Meets World because I hoped it would be as just as good as Boy Meets World.That being said, I am a Lucas and Maya shipper, but it doesn't affect why I don't like Riley. It's when someone is over the top, goofy to the point it hurts, and then being very insensitive towards how your friend feels whenever you've "won" someone's affection.

Riley will not be the bad guy in this story but her parts will be minimal. This is a warning in advance of those who will read this story and do like Riley. Zay and Farkle will play a part but this AU mainly focuses on Lucas, Maya, and what brings her to him on a rainy night.

Wet shoes squeaked against the tiles on the floor.

Finally. I get to go home after six vaccinations and three surgeries.

Since Lucas was one of the few veterinarians in town with decent prices, people seemed to flock towards him. The Texas twang in his accent also seemed to intrigue the New Yorkers into his business. The bank had been surprised by how quickly he had paid off a forty thousand dollar loan.

Just when the last light was about to be shut off, there was a thud against the door, followed by the sound of a being trying to open the door. He sighed softly as he walked towards it, setting his brief case down and moving towards the door. After he unlocked it and opened himself to the outside world, just when the words were on his lips, a body fell in, blue eyes meeting his with fear.

He bent down and looked at where her hand covered, then back to the dilated eyes searching his. Her other hand took hold of his jacket, a bloody print being left against the fabric as her head lifted up to speak. "Please," she choked out, her head falling back against the ground as her grip on him loosened.

With a nod, he took the woman into his arms, finding the droplets creating a trail after him as he walked briskly. It was the first room to his left that was best equipped, however that room was halfway down the hall.

It was about six, large strides down before he turned in, opening the door by pushing it with his back. Lucas set her on the table as carefully as possible before turning on the light and beginning to search for supplies.

"Where's the wound?" he asked clearly and as though he had dealt with this a dozen times, though it was furthest from the truth.

There was a few moments that passed, with his back to her and finding a needle with stitches, a tool to pull out objects from the skin, one to stop the bleeding at quick notice, and a scalpel. Once he turned to her, she pulled her hand away from her stomach, and answered softly, "Right under the ribs." Her face seemed to pale in the effort it took to say the words. "Bullet. Lots of blood."

He'd never dealt with a bullet wound on a human before but he would do his best before getting her to an actual hospital. He made sure his hands were steady before pulling up the shirt she wore, moving it so it was just under her bra; he knew he would need room for this one.

He cut into the skin with the scalpel to give the tool room to move into her skin. Her hand flew to his arm and nails bit into his flesh, almost to the point that he bled himself. "I'm going to have to remove the bullet and piece together the skin I can when the bleeding stops," he explained, though he doubted that she was listening.

He pulled the prongs to her stomach, seeing the bullet as his eyes did a small search. He held the skin apart, moving the surgical prongs into her body and slowly pulling the bullet from the muscles. Once the muscles had pulled free from gripping the bullet, more blood appeared, causing him to toss the bullet and prongs aside. He took the syringe of coated sponges and placed it into the space; it was only when his hand came down on the syringe and her body filled with the life saving product that he noticed how loudly she'd been screaming. That was part of what made his focus as a veterinarian so important; he knew how to do his job.

"What's your name?" he asked, attempting to distract her from the pain that would be happening as he stitched her together.

"M- Maya," she stuttered, shaking with the amount of trauma that was beginning to process as he threaded the needle.

He looked into her deep, oceanic eyes before giving her a friendly smile. "What a gorgeous name," he said softly, his eyes moving back to the wound as he set the needle against her skin in preparation. "It's the first time I've heard it."

The needle cut into her skin and the shout that erupted from her seemed almost eardrum shattering; he heard simple ringing as he continued the stitching, making sure to be quick but accurate as he went.

It was only as he was finished with it that he realized he'd been sweating and it was all along his back. "Believe it or not, you're louder than most of the animals I treat," he said as a joke, mainly to get her to a place of becoming calm.

It had the opposite effect, her eyes becoming more distant as she looked up to him, her mouth unable to do more than open and mouth a simple "Thank you."

A tear ran out of the side of her eye as she seemed to accept something for herself. It was at that moment that he registered that he didn't know how much blood that she'd lost before she stopped here, prompting him to take her into his arms once again. It was his responsibility to get her to the hospital now; if he got there early enough, perhaps he didn't go through all of this for nothing. Maybe she wouldn't have spent the better part of twelve minutes on his steel table, only to have to follow the light into the next life.