Disclaimers 'n' crap: Haihai peeps! Well, The Last of the Cliffhangers Unit has ended and I know you all loved it and want me to do more Higher Ground stuff, sooooooo, here's a little…probably two-chapter…fic. The next chapter will probably be a bit more Metal Gear Solid related (yes, in The Crystal Journeys, Scott has been most involved with them), but, if I make a third chapter (which I probably will, now that I think about it) it'll have more of Scott's personal thoughts, mainly regarding Higher Ground stuff. My parents think I'm being a little too honest with these disclaimers because I say when I think you might not like something. What do you think? No, really, I want your opinions on that. Anyway, I only own Michelle. Enjoy!

"Scott? Scott, are you in here?" Michelle poked her head inside the room. It was empty. She looked around, there was no sign of life anywhere. "Scott?" she tried again. Still no response. "Hmm, I wonder where he is," Michelle thought out loud. She heard a small creak. "Hmm?" She turned around.

Scott's closet door was open, and there was another door behind it.

Michelle looked around and went in. The room was dark and quiet. Michelle had never seen this room before. She opened the door wider to let light in. She gasped. The room was an exact replication of Scott's old room from his home world of Higher Ground. The walls were plastered with football posters, sports trophies lined one shelf, a PlayStation 2 was plugged into a TV with NFL Madden and Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty on top of it, and on the desk sat an old picture. Michelle walked over and picked it up. It showed Scott and his parents, apparently during the aftermath of a victorious football game. Michelle was puzzled. Why would Scott want to keep this stuff from her? Then, she looked up and saw two pictures that couldn't have been in his old room.

One depicted Scott and Shelby on their wedding day, and the second showed Scott standing in front of his father's grave.

"MICHELLE!"

Michelle gasped, spun around, and accidentally dropped the picture. Scott was standing in the doorway, looking furious.

"Get…out…" he growled. Michelle stood still with fright. "I said GET OUT!" Scott swiftly stepped forward and stuck Michelle across the face, knocking her to the floor. She got up and ran. Scott glared after her and bent to pick up the photograph. There was a crack in the glass.

"Damn," Scott murmured, putting the picture back on the desk. He sighed and strode out of the room. When he entered the hallway, he froze. Michelle was on the floor, sobbing and cradled in the arms of…

"Rosemary!" said Scott in surprise. The mother figure of Michelle was looking at him in a how-could-you sort of way.

Okay, I know this one kinda sucks (see what my parents mean about me being too honest?), but I plan to continue it anyway. It won't last long though. Probably only 2 or 3 chapters.