Disclaimer: I don't own RFR yet, but it will be mine, Oh yes it will be
mine.
Author's note: All right chapter 3, lets see what else I can do to screw up the RFR crew's lives.
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Part 6: Ray
The police station wasn't very crowded, as Ray and his friends were led in. Panic surrounded the group of teenagers, but it not so much because of the arrest or their parents' reactions, the thought of Travis laid up in the hospital was causing quite a stir. Ray was seated on a bench with Robbie and Lily, while the police started to gather the needed paperwork. "What do we do? Our folks are going to kill us!" said Robbie in a frightened tone. Ray was probably the most calm out of the three, between Robbie's frantic rambling and Lily sitting in a state of shock. "We have to tell them were the RFR DJ's." Ray expressed calmly. Robbie didn't seem to agree, responding with a look that said "are you crazy." "Look,' Ray continued, 'We can't allow Lily and Travis to take all the heat, and besides you know the police are going to finger print the equipment. We need to tell them, it might help us out in the end." Ray was being unusually mature. He couldn't help but feel like Travis' predicament was his fault. Thinking back on what Travis said, it all started to make sense. "It's worth it." Ray hadn't understood before, but now things started to piece themselves together. Travis had know what would happen if he stood up to his dad, but he had thought that backing up his friend was more important than his safety. The policemen came and separated the group, Ray had just enough time to yell "Tell them the truth!"
Part 7: Robbie
Questioning was hell. Robbie was already nervous beyond words, and if this was going to be anything like what he had saw in movies, he was in for a bunch of rugged cops yelling in his face. I reality, Robbie was in for a pleasant surprise. The police were very kind to him, bringing him a sandwich and soda for him to eat while the inquiry took place. Before the officer in charge could ask his first question Robbie was already taking control. "How's Travis?" Robbie blurted out. The large detective was caught off guard, and had to stop and think about which young man was Travis. The answer was obvious, the young man across from him was worried about his hospitalized friend. The detective didn't answer right away, and he took a seat across from Robbie. Robbie looked at the detective's name badge which read McKorkle, and asked about Travis again. McKorkle looked at Robbie and finally replied, "He's in critical condition, it looks like when his ribs broke, one of them punctured his left lung. The doctors have stabilized him for the moment, he should be okay, but he will have a rough road to recovery. Now it was the detective's turn to ask questions. "What was all that tonight?" McKorkle asked, but didn't give Robbie a chance to answer before his next question. "Was it some kind of gang beating, or a hazing ritual to join your group?" Robbie swallowed the piece of sandwich he had been eating, it hit bottom like a rock, all he could say was "I don't know." Now came the shouting. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW! ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS IS BEATEN HALF TO DEATH AND YOU CAN'T GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!" McKorkle screamed in Robbie's face. Robbie was bordering on crying, he didn't know anything. "Look, I showed up at the same time as the police, was asked if I knew Travis, and before I knew it I was in cuffs and being dragged down here. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED." "Fine, then maybe you can tell me about all the stuff we found in the warehouse." McKorkle seemed to have settled down again. " Yeah I can tell you about that. That's the RFR station." The detective didn't even have to ask, Robbie knew what was next. "RFR stands for Radio Free Roscoe, it's our answer to Cougar Radio at the high school. We made a station in which the teenagers could express themselves freely, something the Cougar's lack." Robbie finished. " Yeah I know, my daughters listen to you all the time. I have heard what you do, and your work isn't bad. What's your call name?" Robbie froze, he didn't want to tell, but Ray had been right, holding back would not help them any, "Question Mark" Robbie growled. "Well, Question Mark, let me ask you a question. Do you know what you did wrong?" said the large office, smiling slyly. "No." said Robbie simply. Robbie could tell by the look on the officer's face he was about to tell him. "Pirating Airwaves. It doesn't sound like much to you, but the local FCC chapter is pissed off. You can't just start your own radio station, without a license. It's against the law, and can be considered a federal crime. Luckily, you and your friends are minors, and can't be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law." McKorkle explained clearly. Robbie was being led out of the room when one last question popped into his head. "Detective, what about my friends and I? Are you going to expose our aliases?" Robbie looked on hoping. "Like I said, you're minors, we're not allowed. Now we are gonna put you in the holding cell until your parents get to pay bail, but don't worry it isn't going to be a whole lot of money, this isn't a major case yet." somehow Robbie still wasn't comforted.
Part 8: Ray
Ray was still relatively calm. Lily had finally snapped out of her own little world, and he could only guess that the food provided by the officers had brought the rose-like glow back to her face. The three teens sat in the holding cell with other criminals, who looked like they were in custody for more than radio piracy. "This sucks I don't wanna be anybody's bitch." said Ray playfully. "Don't worry, Ray, you will only be my bitch." said Lily smiling lightly. Ray was glad that she still had a sense of humor. She had been pretty traumatized, being the only one to see how bad Travis had been. Ray noticed her shiver slightly, and gently pulled her close. Lily just laid her head on Ray's shoulder and closed her eyes. Within a few minutes she was asleep. It was about another hour before the McGraths got to the station to pick Robbie up. The best part was that they didn't seem that angry at him, of course the McGraths have always been the type of family that would rather talk things out, rather than punishments being handed out. There was now only Ray and Lily. Lily was awakened ten minutes later to be escorted by her parents back home. Now Ray was the only one left. He knew no one would come for him. This time he wouldn't be able to think about what it meant to be a Brennan in his nice comfortable room, but he would spend the night in the holding cell fending off the assaults of those whose guilt was more apparent than his own. This was the price of having a family who was straightlaced and as Canadian as maple leaves and hockey. Failure was not taken lightly. Ray reflected on the prison that was his freedom when he refused to shave his burns, they had literally forced into submission by allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Now, he was in a real prison and he longed for them to give him his freedom once again.
Part 9: Lily
Lily awoke from a deep sleep at about four in the afternoon, she hadn't got to sleep until day break, mostly due to her parents lecture about running off in the middle of the night. She had told them it was because Travis sounded like he was in need, but her parents didn't listen anyway. They had never met Travis, and didn't know what to think of him. Lily wasn't sure how to think of him either, especially after the kiss the other night. Lily's thoughts traveled off, but she came back to her senses on her own. It wasn't like she had never kissed a boy before, not to mention the kiss shared with Travis wasn't exactly what one would call passionate. Lily looked out her bedroom window. She didn't see the parents' cars in the driveway, they must still be at work. She decided she was hungry and galloped out of her room into the kitchen. She grabbed a slice of cold pizza out of the fridge and ate it so fast she got the hiccups. She felt more depressed today than any time she could remember. She wanted to block it all out, and decided that maybe some TV would help. It didn't. As a matter of fact, it made life worse. Each station was doing local news, and the story of RFR's destruction was all over the tube. Amazingly the news didn't air their real names, just their aliases. Lily felt caged, she had to get out of the house before everything collapsed around her. She ran to her room, threw on some jeans, grabbed her bag, and retrieved a small package out of her desk. "I'm gonna need these today." Lily thought out loud. With that, she left the house and didn't look back. She ran all the way to the RFR station. She went inside only to find that all the equipment was gone. All that was left was the old wooden table, and the red vinyl couch. Lily's depression was not helped by this sight. She went back outside and crashed beside the brick building. She withdrew the small pack and opened it, revealing the contents, a lighter and half pack of cigarettes. She took one out an gently lit it, inhaling deeply. It had been so long since she had last smoked that she nearly chocked, but she didn't care, this was probably the most self destructive thing Lily could stand doing.
Part 10: Ray and Lily
He had spent his night in the cell, he was tired and disheveled, and even worse his parents had never shown, but worst of all he had to walk home. He had been walking since about two o'clock and so he estimated he had been at it for about two hours. He was getting close to the station, and decided to take a rest there when he arrived. When he finally reached his destination, he saw a foot and small clouds of blue smoke drifting from behind the warehouse. "Lily's at it again." thought Ray as he walked over. Lily had been surprised by Ray's appearance. She didn't try to hid her smoking from Ray, she knew he already knew. Something was wrong, and Lily figured out what it was pretty quick. Ray's right cheek was swollen, and when she stood up and touched it he flinched, partly from the touch and partly from smoke in his eyes. "I got mugged for my shoes." Ray mumbled. Lily hadn't noticed that Ray was barefooted. His feet had been bleeding due to all the walking on rough asphalt. Lily and Ray both sat down. Ray grabbed the cigarette from Lily's lips as she took a drag. He promptly stubbed it out on the concrete. "I know you only smoke when you're depressed, but it's still not good for you." Ray said almost parentally. Lily exhale the rest of the smoke and looked at Ray "They never came did they?" asked Lily. Ray shook his head no. "I wish I could have been there. I'm sorry." whispered Lily. "Don't be sorry, and I'm glad you didn't have to endure that hell with me." Ray replied. He tried to keep her from noticing his bruised face. Lily didn't care she lifted his head and softly kissed the whelp on his face. He winced in pain, but he hoped she would never stop. She looked at him dead in the face and they were drawn together by passion that had been hidden away for so long. Ray picked Lily up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her inside the studio, and they collapsed on the red couch. Lily ran her hands through Rays hair before taking his shirt off. Their lips embraced again, and Lily wanted Ray closer to her. She dug her nails into Ray's shoulders as he moved his kisses down to her neck and collarbone. Her fingernails tore shallow cuts into his back, that then started to bleed. Ray didn't care, he loved her and that would never change. He had to tell her. He pulled his head up from her neck, and looked her square in the face. She was panting and sweat was running down her cheeks."I love you Lily Randall." said Ray. He had never said anything more true than that." I love you to Ray." was the reply. Ray had never been so happy, he kissed her again. Lily wanted Ray, this she knew for sure, but when she looked at Ray see could tell he was exhausted. She put her hand on his chest and laid him down on th couch. She laid down on top of him, placing her head on his chest. She wanted Ray, yes, but only when the time was right. Within five minutes the couple was asleep, and life didn't seem that bad.
Author's Note: Alright part 3 done. Part 4 is next. Just so you know I do not condone smoking. It is a bad ,bad, bad, bad, bad ,bad habit, but it is kinda fun to throw in something no one would ever guess. As always comments welcomed. I am going to work on Robbie a lot next chapter seeing how so far he has had a small role.
Author's note: All right chapter 3, lets see what else I can do to screw up the RFR crew's lives.
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Part 6: Ray
The police station wasn't very crowded, as Ray and his friends were led in. Panic surrounded the group of teenagers, but it not so much because of the arrest or their parents' reactions, the thought of Travis laid up in the hospital was causing quite a stir. Ray was seated on a bench with Robbie and Lily, while the police started to gather the needed paperwork. "What do we do? Our folks are going to kill us!" said Robbie in a frightened tone. Ray was probably the most calm out of the three, between Robbie's frantic rambling and Lily sitting in a state of shock. "We have to tell them were the RFR DJ's." Ray expressed calmly. Robbie didn't seem to agree, responding with a look that said "are you crazy." "Look,' Ray continued, 'We can't allow Lily and Travis to take all the heat, and besides you know the police are going to finger print the equipment. We need to tell them, it might help us out in the end." Ray was being unusually mature. He couldn't help but feel like Travis' predicament was his fault. Thinking back on what Travis said, it all started to make sense. "It's worth it." Ray hadn't understood before, but now things started to piece themselves together. Travis had know what would happen if he stood up to his dad, but he had thought that backing up his friend was more important than his safety. The policemen came and separated the group, Ray had just enough time to yell "Tell them the truth!"
Part 7: Robbie
Questioning was hell. Robbie was already nervous beyond words, and if this was going to be anything like what he had saw in movies, he was in for a bunch of rugged cops yelling in his face. I reality, Robbie was in for a pleasant surprise. The police were very kind to him, bringing him a sandwich and soda for him to eat while the inquiry took place. Before the officer in charge could ask his first question Robbie was already taking control. "How's Travis?" Robbie blurted out. The large detective was caught off guard, and had to stop and think about which young man was Travis. The answer was obvious, the young man across from him was worried about his hospitalized friend. The detective didn't answer right away, and he took a seat across from Robbie. Robbie looked at the detective's name badge which read McKorkle, and asked about Travis again. McKorkle looked at Robbie and finally replied, "He's in critical condition, it looks like when his ribs broke, one of them punctured his left lung. The doctors have stabilized him for the moment, he should be okay, but he will have a rough road to recovery. Now it was the detective's turn to ask questions. "What was all that tonight?" McKorkle asked, but didn't give Robbie a chance to answer before his next question. "Was it some kind of gang beating, or a hazing ritual to join your group?" Robbie swallowed the piece of sandwich he had been eating, it hit bottom like a rock, all he could say was "I don't know." Now came the shouting. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW! ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS IS BEATEN HALF TO DEATH AND YOU CAN'T GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!" McKorkle screamed in Robbie's face. Robbie was bordering on crying, he didn't know anything. "Look, I showed up at the same time as the police, was asked if I knew Travis, and before I knew it I was in cuffs and being dragged down here. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED." "Fine, then maybe you can tell me about all the stuff we found in the warehouse." McKorkle seemed to have settled down again. " Yeah I can tell you about that. That's the RFR station." The detective didn't even have to ask, Robbie knew what was next. "RFR stands for Radio Free Roscoe, it's our answer to Cougar Radio at the high school. We made a station in which the teenagers could express themselves freely, something the Cougar's lack." Robbie finished. " Yeah I know, my daughters listen to you all the time. I have heard what you do, and your work isn't bad. What's your call name?" Robbie froze, he didn't want to tell, but Ray had been right, holding back would not help them any, "Question Mark" Robbie growled. "Well, Question Mark, let me ask you a question. Do you know what you did wrong?" said the large office, smiling slyly. "No." said Robbie simply. Robbie could tell by the look on the officer's face he was about to tell him. "Pirating Airwaves. It doesn't sound like much to you, but the local FCC chapter is pissed off. You can't just start your own radio station, without a license. It's against the law, and can be considered a federal crime. Luckily, you and your friends are minors, and can't be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law." McKorkle explained clearly. Robbie was being led out of the room when one last question popped into his head. "Detective, what about my friends and I? Are you going to expose our aliases?" Robbie looked on hoping. "Like I said, you're minors, we're not allowed. Now we are gonna put you in the holding cell until your parents get to pay bail, but don't worry it isn't going to be a whole lot of money, this isn't a major case yet." somehow Robbie still wasn't comforted.
Part 8: Ray
Ray was still relatively calm. Lily had finally snapped out of her own little world, and he could only guess that the food provided by the officers had brought the rose-like glow back to her face. The three teens sat in the holding cell with other criminals, who looked like they were in custody for more than radio piracy. "This sucks I don't wanna be anybody's bitch." said Ray playfully. "Don't worry, Ray, you will only be my bitch." said Lily smiling lightly. Ray was glad that she still had a sense of humor. She had been pretty traumatized, being the only one to see how bad Travis had been. Ray noticed her shiver slightly, and gently pulled her close. Lily just laid her head on Ray's shoulder and closed her eyes. Within a few minutes she was asleep. It was about another hour before the McGraths got to the station to pick Robbie up. The best part was that they didn't seem that angry at him, of course the McGraths have always been the type of family that would rather talk things out, rather than punishments being handed out. There was now only Ray and Lily. Lily was awakened ten minutes later to be escorted by her parents back home. Now Ray was the only one left. He knew no one would come for him. This time he wouldn't be able to think about what it meant to be a Brennan in his nice comfortable room, but he would spend the night in the holding cell fending off the assaults of those whose guilt was more apparent than his own. This was the price of having a family who was straightlaced and as Canadian as maple leaves and hockey. Failure was not taken lightly. Ray reflected on the prison that was his freedom when he refused to shave his burns, they had literally forced into submission by allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Now, he was in a real prison and he longed for them to give him his freedom once again.
Part 9: Lily
Lily awoke from a deep sleep at about four in the afternoon, she hadn't got to sleep until day break, mostly due to her parents lecture about running off in the middle of the night. She had told them it was because Travis sounded like he was in need, but her parents didn't listen anyway. They had never met Travis, and didn't know what to think of him. Lily wasn't sure how to think of him either, especially after the kiss the other night. Lily's thoughts traveled off, but she came back to her senses on her own. It wasn't like she had never kissed a boy before, not to mention the kiss shared with Travis wasn't exactly what one would call passionate. Lily looked out her bedroom window. She didn't see the parents' cars in the driveway, they must still be at work. She decided she was hungry and galloped out of her room into the kitchen. She grabbed a slice of cold pizza out of the fridge and ate it so fast she got the hiccups. She felt more depressed today than any time she could remember. She wanted to block it all out, and decided that maybe some TV would help. It didn't. As a matter of fact, it made life worse. Each station was doing local news, and the story of RFR's destruction was all over the tube. Amazingly the news didn't air their real names, just their aliases. Lily felt caged, she had to get out of the house before everything collapsed around her. She ran to her room, threw on some jeans, grabbed her bag, and retrieved a small package out of her desk. "I'm gonna need these today." Lily thought out loud. With that, she left the house and didn't look back. She ran all the way to the RFR station. She went inside only to find that all the equipment was gone. All that was left was the old wooden table, and the red vinyl couch. Lily's depression was not helped by this sight. She went back outside and crashed beside the brick building. She withdrew the small pack and opened it, revealing the contents, a lighter and half pack of cigarettes. She took one out an gently lit it, inhaling deeply. It had been so long since she had last smoked that she nearly chocked, but she didn't care, this was probably the most self destructive thing Lily could stand doing.
Part 10: Ray and Lily
He had spent his night in the cell, he was tired and disheveled, and even worse his parents had never shown, but worst of all he had to walk home. He had been walking since about two o'clock and so he estimated he had been at it for about two hours. He was getting close to the station, and decided to take a rest there when he arrived. When he finally reached his destination, he saw a foot and small clouds of blue smoke drifting from behind the warehouse. "Lily's at it again." thought Ray as he walked over. Lily had been surprised by Ray's appearance. She didn't try to hid her smoking from Ray, she knew he already knew. Something was wrong, and Lily figured out what it was pretty quick. Ray's right cheek was swollen, and when she stood up and touched it he flinched, partly from the touch and partly from smoke in his eyes. "I got mugged for my shoes." Ray mumbled. Lily hadn't noticed that Ray was barefooted. His feet had been bleeding due to all the walking on rough asphalt. Lily and Ray both sat down. Ray grabbed the cigarette from Lily's lips as she took a drag. He promptly stubbed it out on the concrete. "I know you only smoke when you're depressed, but it's still not good for you." Ray said almost parentally. Lily exhale the rest of the smoke and looked at Ray "They never came did they?" asked Lily. Ray shook his head no. "I wish I could have been there. I'm sorry." whispered Lily. "Don't be sorry, and I'm glad you didn't have to endure that hell with me." Ray replied. He tried to keep her from noticing his bruised face. Lily didn't care she lifted his head and softly kissed the whelp on his face. He winced in pain, but he hoped she would never stop. She looked at him dead in the face and they were drawn together by passion that had been hidden away for so long. Ray picked Lily up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her inside the studio, and they collapsed on the red couch. Lily ran her hands through Rays hair before taking his shirt off. Their lips embraced again, and Lily wanted Ray closer to her. She dug her nails into Ray's shoulders as he moved his kisses down to her neck and collarbone. Her fingernails tore shallow cuts into his back, that then started to bleed. Ray didn't care, he loved her and that would never change. He had to tell her. He pulled his head up from her neck, and looked her square in the face. She was panting and sweat was running down her cheeks."I love you Lily Randall." said Ray. He had never said anything more true than that." I love you to Ray." was the reply. Ray had never been so happy, he kissed her again. Lily wanted Ray, this she knew for sure, but when she looked at Ray see could tell he was exhausted. She put her hand on his chest and laid him down on th couch. She laid down on top of him, placing her head on his chest. She wanted Ray, yes, but only when the time was right. Within five minutes the couple was asleep, and life didn't seem that bad.
Author's Note: Alright part 3 done. Part 4 is next. Just so you know I do not condone smoking. It is a bad ,bad, bad, bad, bad ,bad habit, but it is kinda fun to throw in something no one would ever guess. As always comments welcomed. I am going to work on Robbie a lot next chapter seeing how so far he has had a small role.