Author's Note: I just wanted to apologize to my readers, well to the ones that review.. I don't get a big chance to reply and I hate that I can't. I'm hoping soon that will change..please enjoy this next chapter!

Warning: This Chapter Will Be Done A Little Different.. Hope It Does Not Confuse Anyone!

Gilligan's Island & Snack Food

Ranger's POV-

I picked up my Babe and placed her in my lap as finally exhaustion and the adrenaline high she had been on came crashing down. I looked up and found her mother standing over us with a look of disapproval and disgust on her face. I never understood how someone so sweet, loving, and such a giving person came from her. The woman is a first class stuck up bitch.

Her mouth was twitching and I knew she was dying to say something. I hope she did. The way I'm feeling right now, I wouldn't hold back how I feel about her. Her daughter is the most amazing person I have ever met and for this woman not to see that; it was the only thing I couldn't wrap my head around. Well that and my feelings toward the woman in my arms.

"What is wrong with her?" Her mother asked me. You think this question would come from a concern, loving and caring parent. Even though the words were meant to mean that she was alarmed at the way her daughter was acting, her tone said it altogether different. Her tone screamed shame, embarrassment, & mortification. Again feelings and emotions that I did not understand. How can you be ashamed of your own daughter? As I ponder this I answered her question.

"Steph has been drugged repeatedly for the past two weeks by at that time an unknown assailant. The drug was mixed in with her food and it since it causes hallucinations, it's a little hard for her to eat right now. The hallucinations she has been suffering from are unimaginable. She thought eating here at home would help her." I explained it in simple terms hoping her mother would understand. I also hoped that the woman would feel pride and be happy that her daughter felt safe eating her food. The hope was lost.

The woman made a noise or a snort I guess you could call it. "She always has someone after her. If she would only quit her job and stop hanging around with the likes of you and your kind, then she wouldn't have these problems. She needs to settle down, marry Joe, and have children. She gets what she deserves as long as she has the stupid job." She told me; her voice dripping with acid.

I hated when people assumed that my men and myself were ignorant or just another delinquent. We served our country for many years and still worked hard everyday for everything we had. Some of us may have records, but that's the past and it will always remain in the past.

I once heard a quote, "It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt." This woman was a fool; a complete and utter fool for believing that Steph is at fault for being drugged. She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut so that way people wouldn't know how much of a fool she really is.

Her shoulders were squared and straight. Her back rigid with determination or something else. I honesty have no clue what is running through this woman's mind and that's a first for me. I can usually tell what a person is thinking just by looking at their face.

I stood up to my full height; cradling the woman I love in my arms. I was still wearing my black cargo pants and my black RangeMan t-shirt with full utility belt. So standing here with my blank face turning deadly, even though I was holding a petite 5'7 brunette in my arms, I was still intimidating as hell.

"I am patient with stupidity but not those who are proud of it. And you, Mrs. Plum are too damn proud." I told her in the sweetest voice I could mester. When her face lost all its color and she started backing away, I was guessing that I should work on my sweet voice. I turned my back on her and put Steph in the passenger seat of my Turbo and strapped her in. I rounded my car, angled my long legs in and took off.


Two Days Later- Steph's POV

I smiled at Mooner who in returned smiled back. "I'm glad you're doing so much better." I told him. It was true. I was glad that with each day he was approving more and more so. His bed sores were getting better and the infection that he gotten from said bed sores was completely gone. He still however insisted that he needed a little green to make him feel a lot better.

"Thanks dudette." His words were the same but his voice was so different. He had a deep voice that could be the perfect bedroom voice. You know what I'm talking about. After having one intense orgasm after another, that voice that whispers in your ear, to come just one more time. The voice that tells you how hot and wet you are and so tight.

I shifted uncomfortably as I felt myself becoming wet just thinking about Ranger's bedroom voice. I had been avoiding Ranger for the past two days. He brought me back to RangeMan after the incident at my mom's. He let me stay in an apartment on the fourth floor. At first I wasn't sure if it was what I wanted, but I couldn't handle anything more right now. I still wasn't completely sure what Ranger wanted from me and I was scared to ask or I was afraid of the answer he would give. Either way, I didn't want to know. At least not yet.

I turned my attention back to Mooner. "When are you able to go home?" I asked him. I wanted to be able to help him get home, but considering that Mooch was still out there and I was still in danger, I had a bodyguard everywhere I went.

Mooner shrugged. "I don't know. The doctor this morning told me maybe in a day or two." I nodded. I thought that sounded great but he wasn't in a good mood.

"Mooner, I really am sorry." I told once again. He shook his head. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. It wasn't your fault, dudette." He watched me silently for a minute than continued. "I'm sorry I'm being a downer. I'm just ready to get home." He told me.

I nodded. This Mooner was so different than the one I had come to know and love but he was still the same sweet lovable Mooner. "I have a surprise for you." I told him and his face lit up. I gave him a grin and slightly shook my head. "Not that." He laughed and I couldn't help but giggle. He really was a completely different person when not high. I just hoped he still liked my gift.

I grabbed the package out of my bag and handed it to him. It was heavy and bulky but I had a feeling it would help him. He took it without a word and begin to rip the paper off. He laughed; a full belly laugh and I felt my insides warm. He looked up at me; his shining with happiness. "How did you know?" I shook my head in confusion. I had no idea what he meant.

"Know what?" I had bought him a portable DVD player that you can plug in the wall with the complete set of Gilligan's Island.

He took a deep breath and I could tell he was holding back tears. "My parents worked a lot when I was little so I stayed with my Grandfather. We spent most of our time in front of the television watching old shows. The Honeymooners, The Andy Griffith Show, I Love Lucy, Eight Is Enough, Lassie, and The Loveboat, but Gilligan's Island was my Grandfather's favorite. It's mine too. Thank you, Steph." He touched the package and I knew the tears were fighting against him.

I couldn't believe that I finally had more of an insight on Mooner. I was reminded once again that there really was more to him than getting high and watching old reruns. I felt my own tears well up and I knew it was time to head out. "You're welcome. I hope that it passes the time." He nodded. "It will." The words barely made it out. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Bye Mooner."

We said our good byes and I walked out in the hallway. Hal was standing guard at the door and I smiled. My vision was getting blurry so I knew I was going to need to eat a little something and soon. I told Hal as much. He nodded. We headed towards the snack machines where once there I got Snickers, a Milky Way, two bags of chips, and Butterscotch Krimpet.

This was the most that I could eat. Packaged food that I bought. It had to be one at time not a box where I would go home and put it up for later. I couldn't do that. I knew it was all in my head but my stomach didn't see it like that. I tried to do that. I bought a box of Butterscotch Krimpets the other day and after they sat in my cabinet for a couple of hours, I simply could not eat it. The hallucinations were back just like that. I still saw the spiders every now and then but as long as I ate piece by piece normally I was fine.

After grabbing a bottle of water I sat down and started to eat. Hal sat down next to me. After eating the two bags of chips and the Snickers, I started to feel a little woozy and nauseous. I shook it off and started eating again. I took one bite of the Milky Way and started to heave. I took a deep breath then two before I felt a gentle but firm hand on my back; rubbing gentle and soothing circles on my back. I looked over and saw Hal. His face was full of concern and worry.

"Steph, are you okay?" He asked me. I couldn't form the words so I nodded and he frowned. "Steph, you're lying." It was my turn to frown because I didn't know how he could tell I was lying. Even though at the particular time I didn't care because I was seeing about six different Hals as my vision swam.

"I can read panic all over your face, Honey. Do you want me to call Ranger?" He asked me and I was going to shake my head in refusal but my vision went black as I past out.

Author's Note: What did you think of the writing style? I kind of like this better because it well gives more thoughts, but I might switch back and forth.