Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon or Murtagh or anything of any use.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I was working on it, but I got a new computer and well, I had to dewed a huge garden, with grass bigger than your knee, literally.

Warning: Cursing

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"Shit, where the hell is he!" Murtagh exclaimed to Thorn, who arrived back a few minutes earlier.

Eragon has been gone for two hours twenty-three minutes and around thirty-four seconds, Murtagh has been keeping count. After Eragon ran off, and Murtagh couldn't drive after him because Murtagh had no car, which was why he wasn't at the movies in the first place. Damn all cars made in the 1990s. After that Murtagh called both Thorn and Nasuada, who was feeling very guilty, and they set out to search, but both came home empty handed. Thorn said they should call the police, if he doesn't come home in a few minutes, and Nasuada agreed.

"I don't know, buddy, but he'll come home, no offense, but you're all he has, and him you. But I still think we should call the police, you said he was drunk." Thorn said. Even though the red-head's mood was it's-all-good, both could tell that he was very worried for his little friend. They all were.

"I'm calling the police." Nasuada said.

"No! You can't call the police; they'll take Eragon away from me! Please, just give him a few more hours; he's probably on his way home." Murtagh begged.

"Murtagh! I know that you love Eragon more than anything else, but we have to call the police! What if he really is running away! We have to get him back, and the police can help." Nasuada said.

Murtagh sighed, knowing that his friend was right, if he was running away, they need to find him, and if not, he was still drunk, and could himself, or some else. "I'll make the call."

Murtagh picked up the phone and dialed 911. The other end picked up after a few rings, which Murtagh thought was stupid, what if someone was having a heart attack. "911, what's your emergency?"

"My brother is drunk and ran away a few hours ago, I need a cop, now!" Murtagh said, thinking that was a pathetic emergency, compared to a heart attack or a bank robbery. So he added in "He's dangerous."

"I'll send on right away." The receptionist said.

"Thanks, the address is 1234 Flying Ave. Thanks." Murtagh put the phone down and the room was quiet until they heard sirens in a distance. Murtagh shivered, remembering what happened the last time he heard sirens. A bit later he heard the sirens out side, that turned off and a knock on the door.

Murtagh hurried to answer it, and was surprised to see and old face. Durza glanced down on him, recognition on his face. "Hey, I remember you; you're the boy who got shot, Eragon's older brother. Remember me?"

"Yeah." Murtagh said shortly, not one for small talk this night.

"Well, I suppose that it's Eragon that's missing. Can you tell me what happened, and where he might have gone?" Durza asked.

Well, of course I can tell you what happened, I was there, and why in the world do you need to know that?! "Me and Eragon got into a bit of a fight and her took off."

"And what was the fight about?" Durza asked, seeming like he didn't really care, but Murtagh could tell that he was really curious; perhaps it was because he knew them two. Or maybe because he really cared.

"It was about a girl." Murtagh said hesitantly. Come on, Nasuada is sitting right there! No need to embarrass her. "He liked one I liked and I got her and well, I think you can see the end."

"Yeah, I pretty much got it. Do you know where he might have gone?" Durza asked, not looking up from the notebook he was writing in.

"No idea." Murtagh said, and looked to his two friends for help, but they just shrugged their shoulders. It wasn't like they knew him better than Murtagh.

"I can send some people out to look for him, because he is drunk, but other than that, if he isn't back in twenty-four hours, you have to send out a missing person report. When did he go missing?" Durza asked.

"Two hours, thirty- six minutes and twenty-seven seconds ago… I'm very good with numbers." Murtagh said, harshly. At least people are out searching for him.

"Okay, is there anyone you can call that has been with him today?" Durza asked, looking at Murtagh with a frown on his face.

"Well, Saphira and Arya, but I don't have Ayra's number." Murtagh said, walking over to the phone, and dialed Saphira's number, hoping to God that she herself answered, and not her mother. But God was working against him that day, because the mother answered.

"Hello? Who is calling at this answer?" Vervada answered, harshly. Probably woke her up from her long needed beauty sleep. Murtagh thought, sarcastically.

"Hello, Mrs. Dragon? This is Murtagh, have you seen Eragon?" Murtagh asked, hurriedly, as if he hurried, he would find him faster.

"No, dear," Her voice cleared to worry, all harshness gone "Saphira said they were studying together. But he left before I got home. Isn't he home?"

Well, of course he isn't home, if he was, I wouldn't be looking for him! That was what Murtagh wanted to say, but he held his tongue, and instead said, "No, he isn't home."

It was half truth, he wasn't home, but he knew she meant, 'didn't he get home'.

"Well, I'll wake Saphira and see what she has to say, one minute dear." Murtagh geld on a minute, knowing the other three eyes where on him. He purposely looked at the floor as if it was very interesting.

"Saphira, wake up, Murtagh needs to speak to you about Eragon, he's a-gone." Vervada laughed at her own joke and the next voice was cracked with sleepiness.

"Hello? Murtagh, what do you mean? Gone?" Saphira asked, worry in every part of her voice.

"He's not here anymore. We got into a fight and he fled. I don't think the cops would try to find him if he wasn't drunk, do you have any idea where he might be? I need to find him!" Murtagh begged.

"No I don't… what do you mean he was drunk, he wasn't drinking." Saphira said.

"What do you mean?" Murtagh asked, noticing that she didn't say anything about how she wasn't drunk herself.

"He wasn't. he wasn't drinking anything, look, me and my mom will be right over, don't move." Saphira said, and not bothering to say good-bye, she hung up.

Well, there is no need to say that he wasn't drinking; they might call off the cops. Dang, he wasn't drinking, and then this fight was my fault. Geez, I owe a lot of apologizes. But right now I need to think, where could have gone? He had to have gone somewhere.

"Murtagh? I think you need to know that Child Protection Services are going to be looking into the two of you, if he is found. If they find you an unsuitable guardian, then they will take that boy away from you. So, if you want to keep him, you better stop whatever has been going wrong." Durza said. Looking at Murtagh in a fatherly manner, one that made him sick. He couldn't stand anything fatherly.

"Right, I already knew that." Murtagh said as a knock on the door sounded. He hurried to it and found a worried Saphira and Vervada at the doorway. Vervada rushed in and hugged Murtagh and said "Everything is going to be alright, he'll come back, or someone will find him."

Find him, it's like he's going to be kidnapped and raped or something.

"Where could he have gone? I heard that when people run away, they go back to somewhere they have childhood memories." Saphira said as she entered. He knew she was feeling guilty about the whole drunk thing, and Murtagh wished that she wouldn't bring it up. Luckily, she didn't.

"Childhood memories, like he has any good ones." Murtagh said.

"They don't have to be good; they just have to be there." Saphira said. And for as moment Murtagh wondered how she knew all this, then he forgot when he realized where Eragon must be.

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A/N Cliffy, I'm evil! Review please, and I'll give you my old computer.