Shot: *Bows deeply* I would like to extend an apology to Frogger No Baka. Last week, when I posted my last chapter, my grandfather had passed away and I was fired from my job. I was not in a good place when I read your review and I misread it. I took it as you not liking it and I would like to apologize for that. I would also like to add that I wish I was able to look up the correct words. As I stated, I am working off my soundtrack from the Broadway play. Unfortunately I am unable to look up the words to the songs. My modem is broken and I am forced to use my parents Internet connection. They have stressed that I am not able to do anything except check my e-mail and read stories on ff.net. If I go to any other site and they discover this then I am banned from the computer for a month. I don't know about other fanfic writers but I would rather have slightly messed up words and access to the computer then correct words and be unable to post because I can't go on the computer. I guess that is it that I have to say. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter.

Disclaimer: Once again and with all chapter I don't own nothing. Any Ocs belong to themselves.

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Skittery laid on the hard metal bed in his dark gray cell. Even his gray prison outfit couldn't bring any light to his cell. Skittery sighed and pulled out his book of Shakespeare. He flipped through to his favorite comedy, "A Midsummer's Dream", hoping that could bring him some happiness. Klover walked to his cell door, "Hey Skittery, how ya doing?"

Skittery groaned at being interrupted, "I guess I'm fine Klover. Just waiting for this Spot Conlon to arrive."

Klover smiled, "Well, wait no more. He just got here. I'm here to escort you to the meeting room."

Klover unlocked the door and Skittery stepped out. The two started walking down the long dim hallway. Skittery looked at Klover, "If it wasn't for the fact that you were taking me to see my lawyer for the first time, I'd believe you were leading me to my death."

Klover laughed slightly, "Need some way to put a little fear into you fellows."

Skittery nodded in response. He thought for a moment before speaking again, "So tell me about this Spot Conlon."

The two reached a door that said Meeting Room on the front. Klover started to open while answering Skittery's question, "He's the silver tongued prince of the court room. The one. \the only Mr. Spot Conlon."

Skittery raised an eyebrow and walked into the room. He took a seat at the rectangular brown table. Another door opened on the other side of the room. A short figure dressed in a gray pinstriped suit walked into the room. His sandy brown hair covering his eyes. He walked to the table and placed a folder on it. He lifted his head, so his eyes meet Skittery's straight on. Skittery nearly melted at the sight of the grayish-blue orbs that stared back at him. The boy smiled at Skittery and spoke, "I'm Spot Conlon, you must be Bryan 'Skittery' Hart."

Skittery was so enthralled with this figure before him and the melodic voice that he barely even heard what was spoken till his real first name was said. At the mention, of the name Bryan, Skittery snapped back from his daydream, involving him, Spot, and a sandy beach, to reality. Skittery nodded, "Yeah, I'm Skittery."

Spot smiled again, "Good, you can talk. So tell me what happened."

Skittery shrugged. He was all prepared with a lie, then he glanced into those cloudy ice colored eyes and the truth just spilled from his lips, "I was having an affair with Snitch Riccio. We worked together at a factory. I thought he loved me and I was all prepared to leave my "Husband" Jake. I call him my "Husband" but he was just my lover. Anyway, one night Snitch comes over while Jake was at work. Snitch told me it had been a laugh but we were through. I was angry, I mean come on, I end relationships not the other person. So I took the gun that Jake keeps in the dresser and shot him three times. Jake came home and I tried to get him to take the blame. He did at first, then he learned the name of the dead man lying on the floor of the apartment. He knew I was lying and having an affair. I mean Jake is slow but he's not a complete idiot. So they arrested me and here I am."

Spot nodded along taking notes every so often. Skittery ran his hand through his brown hair, "So what's this gonna cost me?"

Spot smiled again and raised his eyes to meet Skittery's. He scoffed slightly, "Money. I have enough money. There's something else I want."

Skittery furrowed his eyebrows together. He licked his lips and asked, "And what's that?"

Spot shrugged. His smile grew as he locked eyes with Skittery and refused to lose his gaze. He spoke slowly at first, "I want what every man wants. You see."

He paused as he thought about it. He spoke again in a singing voice, "I don't care about expensive thing, cashmere coats, diamond rings. Don't mean a thing. All I care about is love. That's what I'm here for. I don't about wearing silk cravats, ruby studs, satin spats. Don't mean a thing. All I care about is love. Give me two eyes of blue. Softly saying I need you. Let me see him standing there and honest mister I'm a millionaire. I don't care for any fine attire, Pulitzer might admire. No, no, not me. All I care about is love."

Skittery tried to break the gaze of Spot by looking away but Spot followed him. Spot sat on the table in front of Skittery. He gentle held his chin as he sang right to his face, "Show me short, soft brown hair. Curling down around the neck, when I see him running free. Keep your money that's enough for me. I don't care for driving Packard cars or smoking long cut cigars. No, no, not me. All I care about is pulling the guy in that's picking on you. Twisting the wrist that's turning the screw. All I care about is love."

Skittery nodded, "So in other words for payment, you want me to sleep with you."

Spot smiled, "Yeah, that's about the gist of it."

Skittery smirked, "Are you worth it?"

Spot scoffed at this comment, "Am I worth it? Am I worth it? Listen kid. I could leave you here to hang but you're too cute to die. So tomorrow, I have a couple of trials. You come and watch me. If I get them all off, you give me what I want for payment. If I don't, I'll still take you on as a client but you pay me whatever amount of money you want."

Skittery stroked his chin in thought. He lowered his eyes and spoke softly, "How many trials you have tomorrow?"

Spot nodded in approval of the deal, "I have four. The first is at 10 o'clock. Anthony 'Racetrack' Higgins, the second is John 'Snoddy' Monroe, third is Dominic 'Bumlets' Lucero, and the last is Michael 'Mush' Meyers."

Skittery gasped at the names of the people on trial tomorrow. He thought to himself, "I won't have to sleep with Spot Conlon, the stories I heard from them in therapy last week. They'll all hang. They're all as guilty as I am, no lawyer no matter how good he's supposed to be will be able to get them off."

Skittery smiled, "I'll take that deal. You get all four of them off and I'll sleep with you as payment for being my lawyer. But I got a deal of my own. Whether it's sleeping with you or giving you money, you don't get anything unless I get off Scot-free."

Spot nodded and stuck out his hand, "Deal."

Skittery took his hand and was quickly pulled into a kiss with Spot. Spot released Skittery's hand and mouth, and got off the table. Skittery sat back in the chair, reeling. Spot opened the door, he turned and said in a husky voice, "That's what I thought. I'll talk to Mama and get everything set for tomorrow so you can come and see me in action."

Skittery just nodded as he watched Spot exit the room. He spoke outloud to himself, "So that was Spot Conlon. I almost hope he does win all the trials tomorrow."

Skittery opened his door to see Klover waiting outside it. The two walked back down the hall to his cell but Skittery barely noticed as he continued with his daydream about him, Spot, and that sandy beach, only this time they were both shirtless and kissing passionately.

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Shot: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Again Frogger, I apologize. Any creative criticism is welcomed. Please be kind though, don't make it harsh. Many don't realize that flames do hurt writers even if they are only meant as criticism, if worded wrong, it might make someone not want to write. As always read and review. Oh and next chapter there is no song. And I need Aura, who is gonna be Mary Sunshine to send me a description of herself please. Bye now.