Omgosh! I'm so sorry! I'm back! And I'm not going anywhere! I just.. Got side-tracked. And I had writer's block. But! I'm back; and possibly working on other story's. :]

No one's P.O.V.

After Courtney left, Duncan sulked around the house. He had made two girl's cry and he couldn't handle that. He hated seeing them cry, his biggest fear. He'd wondered where Courtney went, but he knew that he had to find her. He got off of the couch, grabbed his motorcycle key's and left the house, forgetting to lock the door. He walked outside and saw someone wearing all black, running as fast as he could, he followed where he had just came from, someone could be in trouble. He blamed Courtney for making him so soft. He stopped at the diner, Courtney's car wasn't there, but the glass was broken. He had a feeling Courtney had done something stupid. He ran inside, door was unlocked.

"Courtney!" He called out for her.

No one answered.

"Princess!" He called her nickname.

No one answered still.

He checked everywhere for anyone, he felt that someone was in danger. He ran into the kitchen and turned on the light. He saw Courtney laying on the floor, bleeding.

"PRINCESS!" He yelled, she was unconscious.

He used the kitchen phone to call the police. He dialed the number and waited for someone to answer.

"Hello? 9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Uh, my girlfriend.. She's bleeding… unconscious."

"Address, please?" They asked.

"It's the diner.. 3811 Hamilton road." He told them.

"On our way." He hung up the phone.

He got on his knee's and held Courtney's head in his lap, he wasn't used to calling the cop's, it was usually the cop's getting called on him. He had to admit, he was scared, petrified.

"Courtney," He said quietly, "They're on their way, they're coming, babe."

About five minute's later, the diner's door open quick, and glass break's. The first thing the cops did was find the kitchen where the light was on. He stood up, and let them do their job.

"Out of the way, son." One of the men said. He recognized him immediately.

"Dad?" He asked.

"Don't call me that at work, Duncan." He said, harshly.

Duncan moved out of the way, and leaned against a wall. Staring at Courtney. There were so many question's going through his head. They finally took Courtney out on a gurney, and put her into an ambulance.

"Dad.. Is she going to be okay?" Duncan asked his father.

"Huh? I'm not a doctor. I don't know yet. But we are going to have to take you downtown.. You know, for question's?" He said, doing his job. It wasn't the first time that his father had to do this, he just rolled his eye's and got into the back of the police car. They rode down to the police station, and Duncan didn't say a word, for once. He went into the questioning room, he was familiar with the room,

"Okay, Duncan." His father asked him, "How did you find Courtney."

"Well, I was on my way to the diner. I got there and the open sign was up, but the lights were off, I went inside but no one was there, I looked for someone in there, I saw a light on in the back, so I went to check it out, I saw my girlfriend laying on the floor…unconscious.. Then I called you.. Guy's." He said, calmly.

"Hmm, if no one was in there why would you enter?" His dad asked.

"I had a hunch that someone was in danger?" He said, looking his father in the eye.

"Now, Duncan. I know that you've lied to your mom and I before, and I can tell when your lying or not.. Now, tell the truth." His father said, harshly. Looking Duncan straight in the eye's.

"I. Didn't. Touch. Her." He said, enunciating.

"Do you mind taking a Polygraph test?" His father asked.

"Not at all." Duncan said, carelessly.

"Okay, follow me." The police officer got up and took him into another room. Duncan wasn't familiar with this room, he'd never had to take one. Duncan didn't lie to anyone except his parent's.. occasionally. Duncan sat down in a wooden chair, across from him was a long, white table.

"Your not familiar with this, are you Duncan?" One of the police officer's asked.

"Nope, sure ain't, Paul." He said, knowing the guy's name.

"Okay, ready?" Paul asked him.

"I guess." Duncan said, carelessly.

Paul set up the polygraph test. "Is your name, Duncan Brovado?" He asked slowly.

"Yes." Duncan said.

The test went straight, which meant that he was telling the truth.

"Do you know, Courtney Malone?"

"Yes." Duncan stated simply.

The test continued to stay straight.

"What's your relation with Courtney?" Paul asked.

"She's my girlfriend." Duncan, stared into Paul's eye's.

The test.. Was still straight.

"Would you ever hurt Courtney?" Paul asked.

"Never." Duncan answered.

The test continued to stay in it's rightful place.

"Why did you just decide to go looking for Courtney?" Paul asked.

Duncan hesitated then answered, "I was leaving anyway to go to the diner. When I got there, there weren't any light's on, but the sign said open. I walked inside, saw a light in the back, went to check it out, saw my girlfriend.. Laying unconscious. Then I called the police."

The test kept it's pace.

"Duncan, your father mentioned something about you seeing someone run past you?" Paul observed.

"Yeah, but I didn't think anything of it, but I did follow his tracks." Duncan, said, forgetting that he didn't mention that last time.

"You said that you went to the diner." Paul said.

The test started moving a little.

"I did, but I didn't know that it was going to lead to the diner, I was on my way there first, but then they already lead me there." He said, more calm, remembering, and telling the truth.

"Why didn't you tell us that?" Paul asked.

"You didn't ask." Duncan sad coldly.

The test, was straight again. Paul turned the whole thing off. And walked out of the room.

"He's telling the truth," Paul told Duncan's father.

"For now. He also may have just been able to keep his pulse." Officer Brovado accused.

"Okay, well for now, he's free to go." Paul said.

"Fine." Officer Brovado stomped away.

Paul sighed and let Duncan out, letting him free.

"Can I see, Courtney?" Duncan asked.

"Well, I don't know." Paul admitted.

"What do you mean you don't know!" Duncan yelled.

"I just.. I can't tell you if you can or not. Not my job." At that Paul walked away.

"Son of a bi-" Someone cut him off.

"Hello, Duncan." Roxy smiled.

"What the hell.. What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Oh, just down here to flirt with some of the cute officer's." She admitted, blushing.

"Okay, well if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go find Courtney-" She cut him off again, he growled.

"I heard that she's in the hospital." She said, innocently.

"No shit. But how did you hear that?" Duncan asked, harshly.

"Look, Duncan, I don't wanna fight." She said, "It's been going around town all day." She shrugged.

"It was just known a couple hour's ago." He told her, arching his eyebrow.

"Well, I just know that she's in the hospital. Oh my God, Duncan! You didn't hurt her because of me, did you?" She asked, hopeful

"What! No! FUCK no. Especially not over you, but I'd never hurt her!" He yelled in her face.

"You told me the same thing.." She said, looking away from him.

"Look, Roxy, I'm sorr-" She cut him off AGAIN.

"Duncan, save it, okay?" She walked away, flipping her hair as I watched her walk away. Duncan backed up against the wall, and slid off of the wall, looking up at the ceiling.

"What am I gonna do?" He asked himself, "What the hell am I gonna do?" He sighed, and closed his eye's.

Roxy's P.O.V.

Wow, I didn't think I'd ever see him again. As I walked away, I feel him staring at my ass, he'd always loved it. I wonder what happened to the bitch. I mean I don't like the whore, but I didn't want her dead. That's just.. A little harsh. I left the Police Station, I had to walk there, because I haven't a ride anymore. I was hoping that maybe I could bang one of the Police officer's. Couldn't find a single one. I was getting ready to turn on Park Ave.

No one's P.O.V.

Someone popped out from no where, put their right hand over Roxy's mouth with a cloth. The other hand, he held a knife. As Roxy struggled in his arm's, he held his left hand back with the knife and cut her throat. She instantly fell to the ground like a limpness doll. The man in black ran as far away as possible before he was caught. Roxy, on her knees, was trying to catch her voice, but nothing came out. Just then, she fell over, eyes wide open with fear. But no heartbeat.

Duncan couldn't take it anymore. He had to see her, and he wasn't going to let anyone in his way. He finally got off of the floor and decided to go to the hospital to see his Princess. He didn't have his motorcycle, being as the police drove him to the station. He walked to the Hospital; well; he sprinted. Once in the parking lot; he over-heard some of the nurses talking about a patient.

"You think she's okay?" One asked the other.

"I hope so; she looked pretty bad." The other said.

Duncan wasn't sure exactly who they were talking about, but he had a feeling. They finished their conversation and walked away, Duncan ran into the double door's leading in the main lobby. Duncan ran over to the front desk.

"Hey.. Can I see Courtney Haydlyn?" Duncan asked the clerk.

"Are you in any relation? Because that's the only way your getting in," She said, looking up at him through her glasses. She was a short, looked to be in her late 70's, looking mean woman.

"Yeah… I'm her… brother." Duncan's face cringed at that, he didn't like the fact that he'd had many perverse thoughts about her, and now saying that he was her brother? Gross.

"Follow me. I have to give her, her medication anyway." She said simply, opening the tiny door that lead her out of her small office. Duncan did as he was told as the small woman lead him to a hospital room.

255

He had to remember that number. The woman knocked on the wooden door, and opened it, "Courtney, dear? Are you awake?" The woman asked, opening the door. Hmm, maybe she isn't so mean after all. Duncan thought to himself.

"Y-yeah." Courtney replied weakly.

The woman turned back to Duncan and jerked her head to the side, meaning that it was okay for him to come inside. Duncan moved slowly, closed the door behind him, and stood frozen in place. Other then Celine Dion standee's, hospital's freaked Duncan out just as much. He didn't like the fact that there was a place where sick people went to get better, why not just stay at home and die? He'd had very bad experiences in hospitals. He looked around the white room, still frozen in place, he knew that he had to face his fear eventually, he tried to walk over to Courtney. But he was scared. He took a deep breath, and took baby steps over to his weak girlfriend.

"Duncan!" She breathed. Duncan smiled, knowing that she was okay.

"Hey, babe. How're you feeling?" He asked, getting closer. He sat in one of the chair's that the room provided. The woman was standing by Courtney, looking at them both oddly, being as Duncan said that Courtney was his sister. She made a face, and then shook her head, "Weird incest inbreeds." She mumbled to herself quietly. She took out a needle from one of her pouches. Duncan, looked whiter then usual.

"Oh, I'm okay." Courtney replied, still weak.

Duncan was sweating by now. "T-that's.. g-good." He stuttered.

"Duncan.. Are you okay?" Courtney asked, looking worried.

The woman was putting the needle through a slit in Courtney's arm. Through her Iv's.

"D-don't worry about me, babe." Duncan tried to calm his heart. It was beating way out of proportion. The woman looked at Duncan now; he was panting, sweating like a dog in heat. She walked over to him and felt his forehead, she then pulled out a stethoscope and started to listen to his heartbeat. His eye's started rolling in the back of his head. He fell over backwards and blacked out. The nurse then pulled out a walkie-talkie, while Courtney started to panic.

"George! George, problem in room 255. Repeat. Room 255, problem." She spoke a little hesitantly into the talking device. A couple minute's later, a couple of doctor's and nurses came in and put Duncan on a gurney. He lost all color in his face, not that he had much, but there really wasn't any, and you could really tell. One of the nurses stayed behind to help out with Courtney, now she too started to sweat, she was too worried about Duncan.

"Sweetie.. It's okay. He'll be okay." The nurse tried to sooth her.

"I-I-I don't.. I just.. I-I just wanna s-see h-h-him.." Courtney sobbed into the nurses arms, The nurse sighed, she really did feel sympathy for the girl. She finally got Courtney to sleep, she left the room and went into the room where Duncan was.

"Is he okay?" She asked one of the doctor's, who went by the name of George.

"Well, we aren't sure yet. We're trying to find out what could have caused the black-out." He told her, unsure. She just simply nodded. The doctor's were all over him, running test, trying to keep his heart-rate down. But they weren't succeeding. The one doctor, George went through the documents, trying to figure out what could have happened. He finally found something that was surprisingly shocking. He gasped. Then looked back at Duncan.. Then to the paper again.. Then back at him, he shook his head and sighed.