(Here you go. Enjoy. Or something.)

Long Story Short II
All the business was quickly sorted out, Otacon and Campbell had quickly decided to put an end to the ridiculous situation. They had more or less demanded an explanation from both sides, and the matter was quickly taken to the living room where some clothing was brushed off the couch and the two visitors took their seats. "Alright," Campbell began "You have one minute to stop the bullshit and give me a half-decent explanation of all this, Meryl." To emphasize his point, the man rolled back his sleeve and tapped the quartz of his wristwatch a few times.

Knowing that her uncle was not a man who would kid around when pissed off, she quickly began her story. "Well, it's pretty easy." She started, not quelling the fact that she was blaming Snake entirely in the least, "Dave's been colder than ice since he found out the news, and that's about all there is to it." Which was pretty accurate.

Otacon looked perplexed, and tossed a glance to Snake, who had taken the liberty of leaning against the wall and folding his arms loosely over his chest. "Snake, is this true?"

This was answered with a nod, and all eyes were on Snake. He simply shut his eyelids and explained his response in a single word, "Yeah."

Campbell cleared his throat, and began his inquiry. "Why is that, Snake? The last thing we need is you becoming another heartless monster, and it seems you've already started down the road to doing just-" Cut off by Snake's gravelly voice.

"Let me get this straight, Roy. Let's cut the crap here. You expect me to become the embodiment of joy over a child . . ." He opened his eyes, and glared at Meryl. A glacial stare that simply bore twin holes right into her mind, leaving her naked, unprotected from his subtle fury. "That isn't even mine."

This was met by a gasp from Otacon, who promptly glanced over towards Meryl. Campbell had almost the same reaction, and Meryl simply lowered her head and hid her face. Otacon whirled back to Snake, glaring at him sharply. His voice was far more audible, not quite yelling, but certainly making itself distinguished. "Snake, what the hell is wrong with you?! Jesus, you're making all these wild accusations towards the poor girl and-" Campbell took over, his rough tone throwing even more harsh rebuttals. "That's right! I know we're good friends, but I will not have you saying these things about my niece! What are you thinking?!"

Meryl's voice was the clearest only in that it was the only one that wasn't a shout, and this distinguished it enough to shut the other two up long enough to let her voice her input. Her tone was shameful, broken, and one could distinctly hear her choking back tears. "No . . . he's right. It's not Snake's child- well, it's not . . ." Her voice became a series of mumbles, droplets of salty water running down her face whilst she tried time and again to get the words out. Giving up, the poor woman simply dashed out of the room before any could react, and about half a second later the lock to her room's door could be heard clicking.

The two enraged glares turned to Snake.