Life After High School. Is IT Scary? You Bet.

By Risty Maskell and Silver15

Disclaimer: We own nothing, and I just realized where I got the name Dr. Elliot from. It's from an old Aussie show call 'A Country Practice' so I don't own Dr. Elliot either.

Summary: Hell, I dunno.

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I went to bed early that night, I was rather tired after our little confrontation with Mr. Silverblade and my parents. The next morning, when I woke up, it was still rather early, but Frodo was up and he was rocking Ria to sleep again. He looked up when I sat up.

"Hey." I said.

"Morning." He said with a small smile. "You looked really peaceful so I decided to look after Ria."

I smiled. "Very generous."

Frodo put a sleeping Ria down and we linked arms and walked downstairs. Emma and Boromir were laughing at the jokes and comics section of the morning paper. Elrond was reading the business section and Billee and Legolas were having a thumb war. I think Billee was winning. Bilbo was cooking his famous bacon and eggs for breakfast. He turned when we entered and smiled.

"Well good morning to both of you. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes thanks Bilbo. Morning everyone."

"Morning." Everyone said at different intervals.

Damon entered then and rummaged around until he found the first aide kit. He looked at me. Then he took my elbow.

"Jamie. Can you come with me for a few minutes?"

"Sure, Damon." I said, confused and followed him to the gardeners quarters, my dressing gown flapping in an early morning breeze.

We went inside and a gasped in horror. Benny lay there, covered in bruises, head to foot, and from what I could tell, a fair few broken ribs.

"Holy shit…" I said quietly. I turned to Damon. "What happened?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Damon must have seen the look in my eyes because he nodded very slightly. I bristled up like an angry hen.

"Those bloody bastards…" I whispered. But then I remembered Benny and went to work. While I was cleaning all the cuts and bruises he had, he woke up.

"Jamie?" He asked.

"Yeah, Benny-boy, it's me. Don't worry, the flea-bitten bastards are going to pay big-time."

"Don't tell anyone, will you?"

"Benny, I will have to tell them. Well at least something. I try and make up something."

"Thanks Jamie-girl."

"Benny, don't mention it."

"Okay." I finished cleaning and strapping him up and told him to stay there, while I rang Dr. Elliot. He looked worried.

"Don't worry, Benny, I'll say you got into a drunken brawl."

He looked relieved.

I went in and rang Dr. Elliot. I could see everyone looking at me strangely.

"Hello, Dr. Elliot? It's Jamita Baggins. Yeah…uh huh…okay. Yeah, can you come over? Yeah. My friend. …Yep. Thanks Dr. Elliot."

I hung up. Emma was by my side.

"What's wrong, Jamie?"

"Oh Benny went out last night and got himself into a drunken brawl."

"Oh my god."

"That's what I thought. Dr. Elliot is coming now."



Twenty minutes later, Dr. Elliot was checking over Benny and giving him a shot to soothe the pain.

"Well, Benny, looks like you got yourself into quite a fight. And if I'm not mistaken, you were drugged."

"Drugged?"

"Yes. Maybe someone put it in a glass meant for someone else and you accidentally drank it. But we may never know."

"When will I be all right again?"

"It's hard to say. Those broken ribs will take about three or four weeks to heal. I'd say you'll be okay in about a month and a half."

"Thanks Doc. You're a life saver."

"Well, that's my job." He laughed at the joke. "Now you get some rest and I'll come by tomorrow to see how you're doing, okay?"

"Thanks."

I stood by the door watching Dr. Elliot treat my friend. I was so going to beat the hell out of my parents, excuse me, the dog shit that called themselves my parents, for what they did to him. They'd better just watch out.