Title: Romance and Mysteries
Authors: Buck626, sophronia, 7thSpud, Hoedogg
Authors' Note: As you can see, this fic is the work of many people. It's a running story where each person posts part of it and leaves it unfinished so that the next person can play along. The story is currently being worked on at televisionwithoutpity.com, so feel free to come on over and add your own piece.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters or anything else (Brenda Hampton, et al do), but if we did, things might be better…
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Chapter 6
The Rabbi exited the drive and drove off, leaving Ruthie at the front steps. She gazed around her house. Of course the door was locked. So she went to a side window, picked up a garden rake left in haste when Annie kidnapped her children, broke a window and climbed into the house.
Upstairs, in the bathroom, she found Matt sitting on the closed toilet seat, rocking back and forth with a mischievous smile. "I'll get her for this," he said, holding a steak knife, sharp-edged at his stomach. "Now I have to be on the show for two more years."
Ruthie calmed her brother down, telling him he was an idiot anyway to get married after one show. Just then Matt, had a thought -- for what might have been the first time in his life. "Ruthie, you and I can run away together. Start a new life. What do ya think?"
Ruthie agreed. She normally wouldn't, but having just discovered her father was the rabbi, she agreed. Matt was stunned at the news. "I always wondered why you were smarter than the rest of us," he said.
The two hopped in his 86 Camaro and headed out the drive and to the nearest freeway, set for Vegas. But just then, they saw PC sprinting down the street in a push-up bra and bikini-like panties. "Matt, I've changed my mind, I want you," PC said, slightly out of breath from her not-so- leisurely jog.
For a moment, he considered. Just think. The sex. The good times. The sex. The charm of building a family together. The sex. Then he changed course.
"It's too late, you bitch," he countered. "I had to sign for 2 years."
PC stood in front of the Camaro, holding her naked arms longingly for Matt. "I'll make all your dreams come true. I will grant you a 3-some, and I'll find a way to get you that starring role in a major motion picture that doesn't suck."
Ruthie, trying not to gag, began to question her half-naked former sister- in-law. But PC quickly tempered the young fireball, promising something along the lines of Robbie, leaping, and a huge cake. Matt would have none of this. He immediately stepped on the pedal, running over his estranged wife, spraying blood all over the neighborhood. PC was still alive, though. Badly wounded, she crawled to the side of the street.
The ambulance would come, but the Rabbi was on his way to San Diego for a convention. And Matt and Ruthie were on their way to Interstate 15, the road to riches. And Vegas. Until they stopped for gas in Victorville where Ruthie noticed Robbie's car parked in front of one of the gas pumps.
While Matt pumped the gas and muttered to himself, Ruthie sneaked out of the car and into the Stop N Shop, where she spotted Robbie and International Pop Sensation Joy Enriquez buying milk and 100%-all-natural snacks.
"Ruthie!" Robbie gasped, wrinkling his brow with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Ruthie told them the whole sad story of her escaping from her mother's car, the Rabbi's revelations, deciding to run off with Matt, and the sorry demise of PC. She tried to make herself look extra pathetic and cute, hoping Robbie would feel sorry for her.
But it was IPS Joy who clapped her hands and said, "Ruthie, you should come with us! We're going to Vegas to get married and start our life together! I've got a gig at the Aladdin, and you can be my back-up dancer! Please come with us!" IPS Joy gyrated in her pink leather pants with excitement at the thought.
Ruthie was only too happy to say yes. Living in Vegas with Robbie and IPS Joy would be much better than the horror of being with Matt. She was certain that it would only take her a few days to convince Robbie to fall in love with her and dump IPS Joy anyway.
As Ruthie and IPS Joy headed back to Robbie's car, Ruthie munching on a granola bar, Robbie surreptitiously took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "It's all right, Mrs. Camden, we've got her," he said. "Where did you want us to take her again? . . . Okay, we'll see you there."
Ruthie was at the car when she overheard Robbie's betrayal. Angered to the point of rage, she grabbed his keys from the ignition and threw them down a nearby sewer drain.
"Take that, you bastard!" she yelled. "I never want to see your lying face or your skanky ho' ever again! You can rot out here in the desert for all I care!"
And with that, while Matt was inside to pay for gas, she took what she thought was her last opportunity to get away: she jumped into the driver's seat of Matt's '86 Camaro, adjusted the seat, and sped off down the highway.
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Meanwhile, Annie and what was left of her brood boarded the Jet Blue airplane. When they were seated, Mary helpfully pointed out the location of the nearest emergency exit, demonstrated how to buckle the seatbelts, and asked if anyone would like a beverage before the plane left the gate. Lucy didn't want a drink, but she asked for some nuts instead. Annie was too wrapped up in her thoughts to even consider the offer.
This is good, she told herself. Robbie will get Ruthie there. I can trust Robbie, even though he's a man. After all, he has practically been neutered by living in my house for as long as he has. Oh yes, he will do my bidding and bring Ruthie back to me. The plan will work.
She was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard her cell phone ring. "The plan didn't work," said Robbie on the other end of the line.
"What do you mean it didn't work!" she shrieked, as other passengers stared in horror.
"Ruthie overheard me talking to you. She got mad and drove away in Matt's Camaro."
"Matt! What was Matt doing there? YOU IDIOT!!!" Annie could take no more of this. It was time to take all matters into her own hands. With a screwed-up look of determination on her face, she stormed down the aisle of the plane.
"Ma'am, you'll have to be seated..." THWAP! Annie punched the intrusive flight attendant in the nose, knocking her out cold. She then kicked down the cockpit door and karate chopped the pilot and co-pilot. Her blows were not well-aimed, but they were forceful enough to stun the men. They fell from their seats, and control of the plane was all hers.
Authors: Buck626, sophronia, 7thSpud, Hoedogg
Authors' Note: As you can see, this fic is the work of many people. It's a running story where each person posts part of it and leaves it unfinished so that the next person can play along. The story is currently being worked on at televisionwithoutpity.com, so feel free to come on over and add your own piece.
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters or anything else (Brenda Hampton, et al do), but if we did, things might be better…
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Chapter 6
The Rabbi exited the drive and drove off, leaving Ruthie at the front steps. She gazed around her house. Of course the door was locked. So she went to a side window, picked up a garden rake left in haste when Annie kidnapped her children, broke a window and climbed into the house.
Upstairs, in the bathroom, she found Matt sitting on the closed toilet seat, rocking back and forth with a mischievous smile. "I'll get her for this," he said, holding a steak knife, sharp-edged at his stomach. "Now I have to be on the show for two more years."
Ruthie calmed her brother down, telling him he was an idiot anyway to get married after one show. Just then Matt, had a thought -- for what might have been the first time in his life. "Ruthie, you and I can run away together. Start a new life. What do ya think?"
Ruthie agreed. She normally wouldn't, but having just discovered her father was the rabbi, she agreed. Matt was stunned at the news. "I always wondered why you were smarter than the rest of us," he said.
The two hopped in his 86 Camaro and headed out the drive and to the nearest freeway, set for Vegas. But just then, they saw PC sprinting down the street in a push-up bra and bikini-like panties. "Matt, I've changed my mind, I want you," PC said, slightly out of breath from her not-so- leisurely jog.
For a moment, he considered. Just think. The sex. The good times. The sex. The charm of building a family together. The sex. Then he changed course.
"It's too late, you bitch," he countered. "I had to sign for 2 years."
PC stood in front of the Camaro, holding her naked arms longingly for Matt. "I'll make all your dreams come true. I will grant you a 3-some, and I'll find a way to get you that starring role in a major motion picture that doesn't suck."
Ruthie, trying not to gag, began to question her half-naked former sister- in-law. But PC quickly tempered the young fireball, promising something along the lines of Robbie, leaping, and a huge cake. Matt would have none of this. He immediately stepped on the pedal, running over his estranged wife, spraying blood all over the neighborhood. PC was still alive, though. Badly wounded, she crawled to the side of the street.
The ambulance would come, but the Rabbi was on his way to San Diego for a convention. And Matt and Ruthie were on their way to Interstate 15, the road to riches. And Vegas. Until they stopped for gas in Victorville where Ruthie noticed Robbie's car parked in front of one of the gas pumps.
While Matt pumped the gas and muttered to himself, Ruthie sneaked out of the car and into the Stop N Shop, where she spotted Robbie and International Pop Sensation Joy Enriquez buying milk and 100%-all-natural snacks.
"Ruthie!" Robbie gasped, wrinkling his brow with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Ruthie told them the whole sad story of her escaping from her mother's car, the Rabbi's revelations, deciding to run off with Matt, and the sorry demise of PC. She tried to make herself look extra pathetic and cute, hoping Robbie would feel sorry for her.
But it was IPS Joy who clapped her hands and said, "Ruthie, you should come with us! We're going to Vegas to get married and start our life together! I've got a gig at the Aladdin, and you can be my back-up dancer! Please come with us!" IPS Joy gyrated in her pink leather pants with excitement at the thought.
Ruthie was only too happy to say yes. Living in Vegas with Robbie and IPS Joy would be much better than the horror of being with Matt. She was certain that it would only take her a few days to convince Robbie to fall in love with her and dump IPS Joy anyway.
As Ruthie and IPS Joy headed back to Robbie's car, Ruthie munching on a granola bar, Robbie surreptitiously took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "It's all right, Mrs. Camden, we've got her," he said. "Where did you want us to take her again? . . . Okay, we'll see you there."
Ruthie was at the car when she overheard Robbie's betrayal. Angered to the point of rage, she grabbed his keys from the ignition and threw them down a nearby sewer drain.
"Take that, you bastard!" she yelled. "I never want to see your lying face or your skanky ho' ever again! You can rot out here in the desert for all I care!"
And with that, while Matt was inside to pay for gas, she took what she thought was her last opportunity to get away: she jumped into the driver's seat of Matt's '86 Camaro, adjusted the seat, and sped off down the highway.
*******
Meanwhile, Annie and what was left of her brood boarded the Jet Blue airplane. When they were seated, Mary helpfully pointed out the location of the nearest emergency exit, demonstrated how to buckle the seatbelts, and asked if anyone would like a beverage before the plane left the gate. Lucy didn't want a drink, but she asked for some nuts instead. Annie was too wrapped up in her thoughts to even consider the offer.
This is good, she told herself. Robbie will get Ruthie there. I can trust Robbie, even though he's a man. After all, he has practically been neutered by living in my house for as long as he has. Oh yes, he will do my bidding and bring Ruthie back to me. The plan will work.
She was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard her cell phone ring. "The plan didn't work," said Robbie on the other end of the line.
"What do you mean it didn't work!" she shrieked, as other passengers stared in horror.
"Ruthie overheard me talking to you. She got mad and drove away in Matt's Camaro."
"Matt! What was Matt doing there? YOU IDIOT!!!" Annie could take no more of this. It was time to take all matters into her own hands. With a screwed-up look of determination on her face, she stormed down the aisle of the plane.
"Ma'am, you'll have to be seated..." THWAP! Annie punched the intrusive flight attendant in the nose, knocking her out cold. She then kicked down the cockpit door and karate chopped the pilot and co-pilot. Her blows were not well-aimed, but they were forceful enough to stun the men. They fell from their seats, and control of the plane was all hers.