Much as I wish I was making money from this stuff so I could quit being a
Gaddam checkout chick, I don't own a thing. Pout. But I'll cheer up, coz
I actually think this next part is some of my best stuff in this fic to
date. Hope you agree. That was a not so subtle hint for you to review and
let me know.
~Anoron.
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The tyres squealed as Faith careened down yet another downtown side street, in hot pursuit of the demon. She shot a quick glance at the rear- view mirror to check on Dewey, and almost laughed.
Oblivious to all the excitement, Dewey sat in his seat, happily humming three notes over and over again.
Suddenly, the demon lumbered down an alley far too narrow for the van to follow. Faith screeched to a stop and yelled, "Stay here Dewey!" In a flash she was out of the driver's seat and half way down the alley, closing fast on the demon.
With a wild cry, she flung herself at the demon's back, only to be swatted into the side of a building as if she were no more than a fly. Faith regrouped and tried a combination of kicks and punches that barely seemed to phase the demon.
One ham-sized, rock-solid fist swung out, backhanding Faith and she went down again. She got up and squared off against the demon, preparing to launch another attack.
"Go Faith!" a childish voice cheered from the entry to the alley.
Faith held up a hand to halt the advancing demon. "One moment, please," she said, business-like, and turned towards her little cheerleader.
"Dewey, get back in that car right now! I'm not gonna tell you again."
Dewey let out a frustrated sound and scuffled his feet all the way back to the van.
Faith turned back to the demon and beckoned him on with both hands. "All right, let's go Big Blue."
With a roar, the demon dived into the fray. But this time, Faith was ready for him. Loud crashes, curses and thuds echoed out into the street as the Slayer and the demon rumbled all the way up and down the alley.
Finally, Faith got the demon on its back and she reached for her closest available weapon; the stake tucked at her back. Her grunt as she slammed the stake into the demon's chest reverberated off the walls framing the alley. She waited a moment, hoping in vain that the demon would conveniently explode into a pile of dust. It didn't, so Faith used all her strength to heave the carcass into the dumpster. She jogged back into the street to check on Dewey.
"Freeze!"
Faith was stopped dead in her tracks by four pistols trained on her. She scanned the area quickly. There were three police cars parked in the street, blocking off both the van and the entry to the alley. Four cops were closing in on her, and two more had Dewey wrapped in a blanket, seemingly comforting the distraught child.
"What the hell is going on?" Faith demanded.
"You're under arrest," the closest cop told her, whipping out a pair of hand-cuffs. Faith grinned inwardly. She usually liked hand-cuffs.
"What for?"
"Kidnapping, and grand theft, auto. This child was reported abducted, and this car stolen about an hour ago."
"Geez, is that the time already?" Faith marvelled. It had taken her all of two seconds to realise that Malcolm had set her up, and he was going to pay later. "Look man, that's my Mom's van. I was just borrowing it to take my little brother over there for a ride," she explained.
The cop looked over to Dewey. "That true, son? Is this your sister?"
Dewey, upset at being sent back to the car and far from forgiving Faith, narrowed his eyes at his sister. "No. She's a crazy lady who tried to kidnap me." He turned on the waterworks, just for effect.
"Why you little-!" before Faith could finish her expletive, a pair of hand-cuffs had been slapped over her wrists. She knew it was pointless to fight, she'd be released as soon as her parents identified her, so she let the cops lock her in the back of one of their patrol cars.
Dewey waved her off.
~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~
Malcolm wandered around the police station, waving to the various cops on duty he recognised from past misdemeanours. Unlike Francis, however, he wasn't yet on a first name basis with any of them.
"Malcolm!" Lois cried, rushing up to him. "Would you stop wandering off like this! After what happened to your poor brother today, I'd think you'd have the sense to be a little more careful!"
"Mom, we're in a police station," Malcolm reminded her. "I think I'll be ok."
"Oh God, he must be so scared," Lois fretted over Dewey. "And where is your sister? She should be here by now so I can throttle her."
Lois noticed the secretive smirk settling over Malcolm's features and let her words trail off. She knew that smirk all too well, and it could only mean one thing. . .
Before Malcolm knew what hit him, he was in an interrogation room, hooked up to a lie detector. His mother towered over him on one side, a stern detective on the other.
"Where is your brother?" the detective demanded.
"In the hospital," Malcolm replied truthfully.
Lois fumed, her eyes smouldering. "Where is your *little* brother," she clarified.
"In the van, last I saw."
"Where is the van?" the detective broke in, losing patience almost as quickly as the woman beside him, who was about twenty seconds away from shooting steam out of her ears, by his calculations.
"I don't know," Malcolm responded. The lie detector showed he was telling the truth.
"Who was driving the van when you last saw it?" Lois tried.
"I don't know."
Malcolm winced when the detective, after taking a look at the polygraph results, shook his head to indicate the lie to Lois. Her anger finally boiled over and Lois exploded.
"Malcolm, how dare you lie to me! This is serious, Dewey could be in great danger, now you are going to sit there and tell me the truth, or I'm going to throw you in the nearest cell full of murderers and leave you there til you learn your lesson! Understood?"
Malcolm gulped and nodded. "Faith was driving the van. But she really did take off after a-" he faltered, looking uncertainly at the detective. "A- a- business associate, with Dewey in the back seat," Malcolm finally admitted.
Lois nodded, understanding and accepting the answer he'd given. "Well then, you are gonna sit here and think about all the lies you just told, and the trouble you caused, mister."
She turned and left the room, the detective in tow.
Malcolm's Aside: "They're not just gonna leave me here hooked up to this thing. . . Are they?"
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Lois stepped out of the interrogation room just as the main entrance banged open. A handful of cops led a hand-cuffed suspect into the station. Behind them came another pair of cops, leading a child wrapped in a blanket.
"I'm telling you, I didn't do it!"
"Oh for crying out loud!" Lois exclaimed, rushing over to the new arrivals. "That's not a car thief, that's my daughter."
The closest cop looked at her quizzically. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we found her on the scene with your van and this little boy here told us she was not his sister but his kidnapper."
They all turned accusing glares towards Dewey only to find the abandoned blanket lying in a heap on the floor.
Malcolm heard the door open and looked up. "Hey Dewey, get me outta here."
"What's this do?" Dewey asked, immediately interested in the lie detector Malcolm was still hooked up to.
"Nothing," Malcolm lied, then winced as the detector began to hum with activity. "Ok, it's a lie detector."
"Wow! Does that mean every time you tell a lie, this thing will let me know?" Dewey was clearly excited by the prospect. "So who was it that stole my last slice of cake from the shower?"
"I don't know."
Dewey watched the machine and shook his head disapprovingly at his older brother. "Try again Malcolm."
After sitting in silence for a full minute, Malcolm sighed. "I'm not telling you anything, Dewey and you can't make me."
"Who ate my cake?"
Silence.
"Fine," Dewey replied, prepared to take the time to get his answers. "We'll try another one. What are all those weird noises that come from Mom and Dad's room in the middle of the night?"
Malcolm's eyes widened. No power on this earth could make him explain to Dewey the sounds that he and Reese, and most likely Faith when she wasn't out killing things, tried so desperately to block out.
His voice rose as he told his brother, "Dewey, I am NOT answering that question!"
Lois' harsh voice then came floating through from outside the room. "Malcolm- you answer your brother's questions!"
Malcolm winced. Ok, so maybe there was one power on this earth that could, and it seemed, would make him answer that question.
Malcolm's Aside: "Ok, there is no way out of this that isn't going to scar either Dewey or me, probably both of us, for life."
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Oh, hey, look out for the return of Francis in the next chapter! It's been far too long without him I know! Sorry about that, I will try to include him more from now on when I can. ~Anoron.
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The tyres squealed as Faith careened down yet another downtown side street, in hot pursuit of the demon. She shot a quick glance at the rear- view mirror to check on Dewey, and almost laughed.
Oblivious to all the excitement, Dewey sat in his seat, happily humming three notes over and over again.
Suddenly, the demon lumbered down an alley far too narrow for the van to follow. Faith screeched to a stop and yelled, "Stay here Dewey!" In a flash she was out of the driver's seat and half way down the alley, closing fast on the demon.
With a wild cry, she flung herself at the demon's back, only to be swatted into the side of a building as if she were no more than a fly. Faith regrouped and tried a combination of kicks and punches that barely seemed to phase the demon.
One ham-sized, rock-solid fist swung out, backhanding Faith and she went down again. She got up and squared off against the demon, preparing to launch another attack.
"Go Faith!" a childish voice cheered from the entry to the alley.
Faith held up a hand to halt the advancing demon. "One moment, please," she said, business-like, and turned towards her little cheerleader.
"Dewey, get back in that car right now! I'm not gonna tell you again."
Dewey let out a frustrated sound and scuffled his feet all the way back to the van.
Faith turned back to the demon and beckoned him on with both hands. "All right, let's go Big Blue."
With a roar, the demon dived into the fray. But this time, Faith was ready for him. Loud crashes, curses and thuds echoed out into the street as the Slayer and the demon rumbled all the way up and down the alley.
Finally, Faith got the demon on its back and she reached for her closest available weapon; the stake tucked at her back. Her grunt as she slammed the stake into the demon's chest reverberated off the walls framing the alley. She waited a moment, hoping in vain that the demon would conveniently explode into a pile of dust. It didn't, so Faith used all her strength to heave the carcass into the dumpster. She jogged back into the street to check on Dewey.
"Freeze!"
Faith was stopped dead in her tracks by four pistols trained on her. She scanned the area quickly. There were three police cars parked in the street, blocking off both the van and the entry to the alley. Four cops were closing in on her, and two more had Dewey wrapped in a blanket, seemingly comforting the distraught child.
"What the hell is going on?" Faith demanded.
"You're under arrest," the closest cop told her, whipping out a pair of hand-cuffs. Faith grinned inwardly. She usually liked hand-cuffs.
"What for?"
"Kidnapping, and grand theft, auto. This child was reported abducted, and this car stolen about an hour ago."
"Geez, is that the time already?" Faith marvelled. It had taken her all of two seconds to realise that Malcolm had set her up, and he was going to pay later. "Look man, that's my Mom's van. I was just borrowing it to take my little brother over there for a ride," she explained.
The cop looked over to Dewey. "That true, son? Is this your sister?"
Dewey, upset at being sent back to the car and far from forgiving Faith, narrowed his eyes at his sister. "No. She's a crazy lady who tried to kidnap me." He turned on the waterworks, just for effect.
"Why you little-!" before Faith could finish her expletive, a pair of hand-cuffs had been slapped over her wrists. She knew it was pointless to fight, she'd be released as soon as her parents identified her, so she let the cops lock her in the back of one of their patrol cars.
Dewey waved her off.
~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~
Malcolm wandered around the police station, waving to the various cops on duty he recognised from past misdemeanours. Unlike Francis, however, he wasn't yet on a first name basis with any of them.
"Malcolm!" Lois cried, rushing up to him. "Would you stop wandering off like this! After what happened to your poor brother today, I'd think you'd have the sense to be a little more careful!"
"Mom, we're in a police station," Malcolm reminded her. "I think I'll be ok."
"Oh God, he must be so scared," Lois fretted over Dewey. "And where is your sister? She should be here by now so I can throttle her."
Lois noticed the secretive smirk settling over Malcolm's features and let her words trail off. She knew that smirk all too well, and it could only mean one thing. . .
Before Malcolm knew what hit him, he was in an interrogation room, hooked up to a lie detector. His mother towered over him on one side, a stern detective on the other.
"Where is your brother?" the detective demanded.
"In the hospital," Malcolm replied truthfully.
Lois fumed, her eyes smouldering. "Where is your *little* brother," she clarified.
"In the van, last I saw."
"Where is the van?" the detective broke in, losing patience almost as quickly as the woman beside him, who was about twenty seconds away from shooting steam out of her ears, by his calculations.
"I don't know," Malcolm responded. The lie detector showed he was telling the truth.
"Who was driving the van when you last saw it?" Lois tried.
"I don't know."
Malcolm winced when the detective, after taking a look at the polygraph results, shook his head to indicate the lie to Lois. Her anger finally boiled over and Lois exploded.
"Malcolm, how dare you lie to me! This is serious, Dewey could be in great danger, now you are going to sit there and tell me the truth, or I'm going to throw you in the nearest cell full of murderers and leave you there til you learn your lesson! Understood?"
Malcolm gulped and nodded. "Faith was driving the van. But she really did take off after a-" he faltered, looking uncertainly at the detective. "A- a- business associate, with Dewey in the back seat," Malcolm finally admitted.
Lois nodded, understanding and accepting the answer he'd given. "Well then, you are gonna sit here and think about all the lies you just told, and the trouble you caused, mister."
She turned and left the room, the detective in tow.
Malcolm's Aside: "They're not just gonna leave me here hooked up to this thing. . . Are they?"
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Lois stepped out of the interrogation room just as the main entrance banged open. A handful of cops led a hand-cuffed suspect into the station. Behind them came another pair of cops, leading a child wrapped in a blanket.
"I'm telling you, I didn't do it!"
"Oh for crying out loud!" Lois exclaimed, rushing over to the new arrivals. "That's not a car thief, that's my daughter."
The closest cop looked at her quizzically. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we found her on the scene with your van and this little boy here told us she was not his sister but his kidnapper."
They all turned accusing glares towards Dewey only to find the abandoned blanket lying in a heap on the floor.
Malcolm heard the door open and looked up. "Hey Dewey, get me outta here."
"What's this do?" Dewey asked, immediately interested in the lie detector Malcolm was still hooked up to.
"Nothing," Malcolm lied, then winced as the detector began to hum with activity. "Ok, it's a lie detector."
"Wow! Does that mean every time you tell a lie, this thing will let me know?" Dewey was clearly excited by the prospect. "So who was it that stole my last slice of cake from the shower?"
"I don't know."
Dewey watched the machine and shook his head disapprovingly at his older brother. "Try again Malcolm."
After sitting in silence for a full minute, Malcolm sighed. "I'm not telling you anything, Dewey and you can't make me."
"Who ate my cake?"
Silence.
"Fine," Dewey replied, prepared to take the time to get his answers. "We'll try another one. What are all those weird noises that come from Mom and Dad's room in the middle of the night?"
Malcolm's eyes widened. No power on this earth could make him explain to Dewey the sounds that he and Reese, and most likely Faith when she wasn't out killing things, tried so desperately to block out.
His voice rose as he told his brother, "Dewey, I am NOT answering that question!"
Lois' harsh voice then came floating through from outside the room. "Malcolm- you answer your brother's questions!"
Malcolm winced. Ok, so maybe there was one power on this earth that could, and it seemed, would make him answer that question.
Malcolm's Aside: "Ok, there is no way out of this that isn't going to scar either Dewey or me, probably both of us, for life."
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Oh, hey, look out for the return of Francis in the next chapter! It's been far too long without him I know! Sorry about that, I will try to include him more from now on when I can. ~Anoron.