Author's note:

My one-shot in GTA V universe. May turn into a regular series.

Rain. The fucking rain, comparable to the Lord pissing all over this sad, pathetic Earth.

Right now it was cold, rainy and Trevor felt that his chopper was about to hit the cliff.

"C'mon, you piece of shit.", he muttered.

He managed to get close to the rock in the middle of the river, but the weather made it nearly impossible to keep the helicopter in one place. He opened the door and reached out, trying to grab the goal of his journey.

"Like reaching into the glory hole.", he muttered to himself while trying to get the damn piece of paper.

It flew out of his reach, pushed by the wind.

"I swear you'll see my butthole when I'll catch you.", Trevor said.

He finally grabbed the damned thing and quickly hid it in his pocket.

Suddenly, a turbulence struck him, throwing him out of the chopper. The former owner of the machine yelled with fear, but his yell was interrupted when he hit the cold, surprisingly hard water surface.

"Fuck my uncle.", he thought and then the sudden realisation struck him. He quickly dived as deep as he could and a second later, the chopper hit the bottom of the river, just a couple feet behind him. The stream took him away, carrying him throughout the canyon and eventually washing him up on the shore, nearby the forest.

"Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck!", he said, as soon as he spat out the water. He pulled out his phone, once again glad that it was adjusted to his lifestyle. He dialed the number in and pressed the phone against his ear, visually scanning the area and trying to find some clue as to where he was.

"Mike... it's me, T. I need a lift. I'm-uh... in the forest. Not drugged, you fucking turd. I think I might be nearby the road that leads to Grand Senora. I said I think, I'm not fucking sure!", he yelled, pretty sure that he should've call a taxi. Or an ambulance.

"If you see a chopper, taking a bath in the river, just go along the stream and you'll find me.", he said. "Well, I'm not fucking going anywhere! Of course I'll be here.", he said and placed the phone back in his pocket. "Still wonder if Frank should've kill him.", he said to himself. "Or me. Would've spare me this crap.", he said and lowered his head, tired.

A loud roar interrupted his monologue.

Trevor looked in front of him and noticed a mountain lion, looking at him with hostility.

"What are YOU staring at?!"

"Where, for fuck's sake, are you, T?", Micheal muttered to himself. It took him four hours to get into Blaine County, it was almost completely dark and there he was, driving around for over twenty minutes, looking for his psychotic best friend, wondering if there was any poor deer around who might've stumble upon weird, drugged, crazy, hipster animal of human race.

Finally, he noticed a familiar figure, in characteristic shirt in plaid, old cargo pants and Pisswasser baseball cap. An outfit that Trevor called "the field one".

Micheal drove right next to him, glad that he found him before it got even darker.

"T, get your ass over here!", De Santa said, angry that he wasted so much time on getting there and looking for him.

Trevor was standing with his back facing Micheal, as if he didn't hear him.

"T? C'mon, let's move!", Mike shouted again.

Trevor just stood there, as if he was deeply thinking about something.

Micheal sighed, made an annoyed expression and got out of the car, then walked over to his best friend.

"C'mon, Trevor, let's get out of here."

Trevor turned back to him and Micheal gasped in shock when Trevor spitted out an animal's (at least he hoped it was animal's) eyeball, which he probably held in between his teeth for quite some time.

"Christ, T, what the fuck?!"

Trevor breathed in heavily. "I just needed to show someone his place in the food chain.", he said. Micheal then noticed a heavily massacred cougar's carcass several feet behind them. Trevor turned back, now looking at the forest and shouted "And may that be a lesson for the rest of you!"

He then turned to face Micheal, who was looking at him with shocked expression.

"We can go, sugar-tit."

"Thanks for the ride, Mikey. I appreciate that you didn't try to take advantage of me.", Trevor said and got out of the car.

"Oh, I apologise, but Amanda hasn't been so cold lately.", Micheal said sarcastically. "See you later, T."

This was it. Franklin's house.

Trevor checked his breath, just for shits'n'giggles, and, well, it smelled like victory.

He pressed the doorbell and waited, until finally, Franklin opened the door.

"Hey, T.", the younger man said with a smile.

"Hey, kiddo, I've got some of those funky space-ship parts and those pieces of paper.", Trevor said.

"Let me have a look."

Older man felt really proud of himself . It took him the entire day, he lost his chopper, he almost drowned and he ate something that could never be un-eaten. But finally, it was about to pay off.

"Thanks, T.", Franklin said, took the parts and letter fragments, and closed the door.

Trevor just stood there.

He breathed in.

He breathed out.

He breathed in again.

"Calling all units, we got, ur...", the police officer said and looked again, unsure what to say. "... a redneck rampage.", the officer finished and started shooting again, trying to stop an angry man with a minigun.

"WHERE ARE YOU, ASSHOLES, HIDING?!"