Author's Note: Okay, so, I had a major dilemma with my Computer, so I had to wait to write this chapter on another computer…but I also had a lot of chores to do….Many, many things were trying to stop me from writing this chapter, but, I beat it all :3. Sorry this took oh so very long.

Chapter 21

"Welcome!" The young green haired male named Tikker was sitting in front of two women, Courtney and Gwen, bound to other chairs. "First, I'd like to apologize For Scott and Lightning's cruel actions of kidnapping you."

The three were inside a large, luscious room with an incredible amount of pink. Something just didn't seem right; especially with the presence of Tikker.

"I'm going to call my lawyer and have you ALL arrested for this!" Courtney screamed, yanking hard at the rope which kept her seated. She quickly fell on her side due to the force of her own actions.

"I had no part in this," Gwen spat, not taking the chance to end up like Courtney and decided to stay physically calm.

"Oh, sure," Courtney growled, believing this to be something of a scam with Gwen as its mastermind. "I bet you had them tie you up so you could play a victim and get away with this!"

"I don't!" Gwen began to defend herself from the wrong accusation. "Rather you want to believe it or not, I am not an evil person!"

"No, of course not," Courtney snapped. "You just have a habit of stealing people's boyfriends!"

"Are we absolutely sure he wants to help us?" Dawn asked and she, Scott, and Lightning were attempting to listen in from a different room.

"Not sure," Scott laughed, evil inching out of his voice. "I just hope he hurries it up."

"If you guys are so scared of getting caught, why'd you decide to choose to do this here?" Dawn retorted.

"It's the only place I know that the cops WOULDN'T be brave enough to barge into," Scott shrugged. "Why do you think that cop car that was chasing us this morning stopped when we ran inside here?"

"I don't want to die," Lightning whimpered, wishing to run away.

They soon began to hear things clashing, breaking, and several other horrific sounds.

"No," Scott cried. "Oh Dear God, NO!" the three of them ran into the room to see Gwen and Courtney pounding one another's faces into the ground. "NO!" Scott screamed as he saw that the glass table was shatter, along with several other household valuables. "We're all going to die!"

Lightning burst into tears, regretting ever being a part of the scandal which had unfolded in front of him. Even Dawn knew they were in a world of hurt, both physically and emotionally.

"What have you done," Dawn muttered, looking straight at Tikker as she spoke.

"Well," Tikker giggled, looking as if he didn't know what he had just done wrong. "After they told me that their hatred was fueled by a guy, I reflected on how many similar situations had been solved if the angry individuals fight it out with their fists." She could tell that Tikker was proud of this idea. He must have thought it was a genius idea. "Sit down and wait for a moment or so and I believe they will reconcile after the fight has ended. Also, one of you might want to tell Duncan he's officially single."

"So, now we've got a broken-hearted Duncan on our hands?" Dawn muttered. No, Duncan can handle his own. He had gotten himself into this mess, he can get himself out. "Never mind," she sat down beside Tikker and watched the fight ensue.

"Dawn, why are you just sitting there?" Scott screamed. "If they keep going, they'll break EVERYTHING!"

"But they need this," Dawn said. "It's to mend their friendship."

"Screw their friendship! I want my life!" Scott continued to attempt to cease the fighting. "Will you two quit it!" he touched both of the angry women's shoulder, causing them to reflexively hit as hard as they could.

"Stay out of this, you sleaze-ball!" Courtney and Gwen screamed at the ginger in unison. There was a silence after what had happened and everyone stared at a bruised and unconscious Scott, who had collided with a shelf of glass. Only Gwen and Courtney ended up laughing at first.

"Why's he so pathetic?" Courtney said between her laughter.

"He's Scott, that's why," Gwen responded.

Both stopped laughing when they realized they had begun to share a moment.

Gwen was the first to confront the issue. "Look, Courtney," she muttered. "I never INTENDED to steal your boyfriend and I really do regret putting my relationships like that in front of an awesome friendship that I used to have with you."

Courtney looked into Gwen eyes, somehow sensing the sincerity that glimmered in the Goth's dark eyes. "You're still a boyfriend stealer," Courtney didn't want to give in to Gwen indirect pleas of forgiveness. She was too afraid to be betrayed by her again.

"I should have never done something like that, I know," Gwen continued her efforts. "I was wrong for what I've done and choosing to be with him was a huge mistake. I never wanted to lose you as a friend and I feel horrible about how it had all gone down."

Courtney fought back the tears that were trying to surface. She didn't want to appear weak, especially when she was standing in front of Gwen. "How am I supposed to know that you won't betray me again?"

"You don't," Gwen said. "And I have no way of proving it to you unless you give me another chance."

"What about Duncan?" Courtney stuttered, flustered with anger as she thought of him.

"There's nothing between us anymore," Gwen said. "He's become a total jerk."

"Become one?" Courtney grunted. "He was ALWAYS a jerk." Dawn stared, hopeful that this would end well. "It's why I never missed him."

"You didn't?" Gwen had thought that Courtney had felt the opposite of what she had spoken.

"But I did miss you," Courtney admitted. "You were my best friend, after all."

Both of them let out the tears that they had been holding back and embraced each other.

Everyone froze when they had heard the door slam open, hearing a hiss and shoes stomping towards their direction. Scott's eyes snapped open at the sound and he was obviously frightened. Tikker giggled and hid behind Dawn. Dawn felt a chill, Lightning was still weeping, and the two reconciled friends froze as they realized the mess they had made.

"What do you think you are doing in my house?" A familiar, yet angry, voice growled. None of the group was willing to look in the direction as they were afraid to see who it was. Their fear was mainly derived from the fact that they ALREADY knew who it was that they had angered.

Tikker bashfully poked his head out from behind Dawn to glance at the infuriated person. "Lyra," the short male exclaimed and pounced out from behind Dawn and attempted to embrace the pink-obsessed woman.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Lyra screeched and blocked him from hugging her with a punch in the gut. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"