A/N: Includes a slightly altered version of the mission Chop, as well as a few surprise appearances.
"It'll take time, Carly… that head injury wasn't your fault, you'll remember." Carter says.
"I hope so…" Carly says after it was just the two of them on the boardwalk, the rain having stopped long enough… but they weren't alone for long.
"There she is!" Max says as she dragged someone along with her… but when Carly realised who it was, she froze and her eyes widened in shock.
Ethan Missildine, her long lost cousin… but Carly remembered him for a less happier reason as her screaming and his yelling flashed back to her.
"You'll have to forgive me if I can't properly remember you, little cousin. Someone tried to smash up my head a few months back." Ethan says, Carly tensing up when his arms wrapped around her… but she reluctantly hugged him.
Ethan glanced into the restaurant and saw Johnny, who's eyes were narrowed in suspicion, Ethan and Carly letting go and Carly heading back into the restaurant and over to Johnny as Blake walked outside.
"It was him, wasn't it?" Johnny asks in a quiet voice, Carly nodding and her hand clutched tightly to the SNS Pistol in her holster.
It was on her mind… but would've it have been real easy to kill her attacker then and there? With him just reunited with his sister?
Carly turned, seeing Blake and Ethan hugging… and Johnny took Carly out of there before she could act on her violent thoughts that had sprung up from the trauma.
This was the Ethan she had been looking for since leaving Ludendorff, her cousin… the boy who used to stay with her and Blake whenever they had a nightmare when they were little.
'No… that Ethan is long gone. That Ethan wouldn't have hurt you in any way, Carly Jade. The boy who you saw today, that's a different Ethan!' Carly thought, repeating it over and over again in her head.
Carly and Johnny reached the De Santa house and to their luck, Amanda had already left… when they snuck back in, Carly saw a text from Blake.
'Something happen? Dad and Ethan said you left abruptly.'
'Blake… please be careful.' Carly replied, the response being immediate.
'Dad told me you were attacked a few months ago… don't worry, you know Ethan would never hurt us.' Blake replied.
'I know… just stay safe.' Carly replied.
Carly set her phone down and her and Johnny hugged, Johnny rubbing his hand up and down her back.
When they let go, she headed into the bathroom with spare clothes in her hand, her To Live Or Die In LS tank top and black leather shorts before scrubbing off her matte blue lipstick, applying a matte purple in its place. When she was redressed, she headed back into her room and sat down, putting her socks and motorcycle boots on.
Carly eventually found herself wandering around Downtown Vinewood and stopped in an alleyway to rest, hearing an engine…
Carly's perspective…
"Look, I-" I start to say, only to realise it wasn't Ethan and instead, a strange guy on a red Bati 801.
"What's up, little lady? Damn… you are some tiny thing but you…" He says in a suggestive tone, sliding his hand onto my right hip.
"Look, I don't know what your impression is of me…" I start to say, letting out a slight yelp when he squeezes my ass… I slap him across the face, him laughing before he looked at me again.
"Damn! You're a fiery little thing, ain't ya? How about I-" He says, sliding a few 50 dollar bills into my shorts before quickly revealing some pills. "Give you one of these little things? Next thing you know, you'll-" He says before two other men approach us.
"What's up, D man? Ain't no fun if the gangsters can't have none." The taller, slimmer one says… what the fuck is with people today?!
"Fuck you. I ain't sharing no ass with the CGFs!" D says.
"Ain't any ass being shared!" I shout, shoving the money back at him.
"You calm down! And ain't there some law against you mark ass gangsters, insignia wearing motherfuckers?!" D says, the taller of the duo aiming a gun at him.
D speeds off… and naturally since I'm feeling insulted that I was mistaken for a hooker, I follow the other two and jump in the van before it speeds off.
"Hang on tight, girl! This gonna get rough!" The taller one says, me startled by a dog barking.
"Chop, leave the little lady alone!" The shorter, more muscular one says, the rottweiler making some slight whining noises and me reaching over and scratching his ears.
"It's okay, boy." I say, Chop barking in a way that meant "Let's get this son of a bitch!".
Franklin's perspective…
Chasing D leads us to the area not too far from the train yards and he gets crashed into by a bus.
"Oh fuck!" The girl says.
"Damn, he got fucked up!" Lamar says, shoving me slightly. "Take Chop and Tiny and go get that fool!" He says, me, Chop and the girl leaving and chasing after D.
"You're not even wearing that much makeup and your outfit's normal, how'd you get mistaken for a hooker?!" I say to the girl… and Lamar wasn't kidding when he said she was tiny, she's barely 5ft tall!
"Wrong place, wrong time! Name's Carly, what's yours?!" The girl says as we slide over the car and crash through the wooden boards.
"Franklin!" I say, Carly and I jumping up over the rundown part of the train yards and continuing to chase D… only to see him hop onto a train and I turn to Chop, who starts sniffing before leading us to box cars.
Carly and I open them, finding them empty… and then Chop takes off to another dog, Carly and I following him.
"Get off of that thing, you horny motherfucker." I say, the three of us running back to the train yards and Carly opening the last box car, revealing D.
"You're in trouble now, fucker." Carly says, her and Chop chasing after D and knocking him down, Chop biting D when I catch up to them and pull Chop off.
"Good boy." I say, patting Chop on his head as Carly kicks D below the belt twice before yanking him up and punching him in his ribs before tossing him in Lamar's van… damn, this girl's gonna make herself an enemy of the Ballas.
All of us pile into the van with Carly aiming her gun at D.
"Someone get this biker slut to calm the fuck-" D says, screaming in pain when Carly pulled the trigger and a bullet slamming into his shoulder.
"Damn girl, we need that $40,000!" Lamar says and I see his phone and him calling someone. "We got your boy." He says.
"You calling them on a cellphone, you dumb motherfucker?!" I yell.
"We want the $40,000! Pay us or pay the funeral director!" Lamar says, me slamming on the brakes.
"What the fuck you've gone and done?! Now we've gotta let this fucker outta here!" I yell, Carly kicking the doors open and tossing D out. "Get the fuck outta here! And give me that damn phone!" I say, tossing Lamar's phone out.
"What the fuck?!" Lamar shouts.
"Fuck y'all! I'll be seeing y'all soon!" D shouts as we drive off.
Reaching the recreation center, Lamar and Chop climb out and I motion for Carly to climb up front.
"Damn… not how you saw your day going, huh?" I ask.
"Yeah…" Carly says.
"Where you live at?" I ask.
"Up in Rockford Hills. Big house off of Eclipse Drive." Carly says, me driving off with her.
Blake's perspective…
"Thanks for dropping me off here." I hear, head to the window and carefully scale the drainpipe to the ledge, seeing Carly and a guy a bit older… he's a good looking one too.
"Couldn't let ya walk off all the way here from South LS by yourself." The guy says as they hug.
I sneak back into Carly's room… at the same time the door opens and Amanda looks right at me.
"Blake?!" Amanda says, dropping her half empty wine glass in shock and the noise sending two others running upstairs, Uncle Michael and Jimmy.
"It is you…" Michael says as we hug before seeing Carly run upstairs, Jimmy turning to her and whispering.
Yeah… this ain't gonna be an easy explanation.
