Tormented Soul wants to let his readers know that he is still around but working long hours and hasn't had a chance to sit down and actually do any writing in awhile. He wants to let his fans know that he will continue his stories, just once he actually gets some time to sit down and work on them.

To anyone interested – I was asked about the plot for the next story in the Fairytale Collection and decided to let everyone know. The next story in the Collection will be about Miranda and Gordo's first child. It will go through finding out, dealing with the pregnancy, and finally the birth. I have no idea when I'll get to it because there are other stories on my "work list" ahead of it.

PrincessMarigold – A shot is a type of alcoholic drink. A jell-O shot is a mix of jell-o and some kind of alcohol, and usually served in little plastic cups.

A/N – "Thoughts"

Chapter 5 - Cracks In The Armor

Gordo slowly walked up the path towards the Lodge. He had spent the last few hours wondering around trying to cool off. Part of him felt like a jerk for blowing up at Lizzie like that but another side felt a weird sense of relief. It was like some of the weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Gordo quietly slipped into the lobby and headed for his room. All he wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed.

From out of nowhere, someone shoved Gordo hard into the wall. Recovering, he turned around to face whoever shoved him but before he could react, he was slapped hard across the face.

Rubbing his face, he focused his attention on his attacker. Gordo found himself face to face with an enraged Miranda.

"What the hell Miranda?"

Miranda's face was inches from his and she glared at him. "If you wanna pick a fight with someone, try me!"

Gordo glared back at her but wasn't in the mood for another fight. "Just leave me alone," he said trying to brush past him.

Miranda grabbed him by the arm and shoved him into the wall again. "What the hell is your problem?"

Gordo pulled his arm out of her grip. "There is no problem, now just leave me alone!" he snapped back at her.

As he started walking away, Miranda stepped in his way again. "Look David. I know your hurting. About what, I'm not sure. But that doesn't mean you can blame everything on Liz. You…"

Before she could finish, they were interrupted by the door to a nearby room opening and two kids stumbling out. Hearing the music blaring from the room, Miranda gently pushed Gordo forward so they could talk somewhere else, in quiet. Just as they started walking away, they heard an excited shout by a familiar voice.

Gordo spun around fast and Miranda who was right behind him, slammed into him.

"Ow," Miranda said stepping back and rubbing her forehead. "What the hell Gordo?"

"Thought I heard Liz," he answered rubbing his own forehead.

"I left her in our room."

Gordo opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by another excited shout.

"That was defiantly her," Miranda said turning around and walking into the room.

Gordo quickly followed her. He immediately winced at the loud music in the room. Once he got used it, he heard Miranda. "Oh my god," she said in an amused and shocked tone.

Gordo looked at her for a moment, "What?" He then looked up at what she was looking at. At first, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Lizzie?"

Lizzie was dancing, or more like staggering, on top of the coffee table in the room, obviously completely drunk.

Miranda glanced back at Gordo and watched in amusement, as Gordo suddenly got protective of Lizzie.

Gordo quickly made his way through the crowd and up to Lizzie. "Lizzie!" Gordo shouted at her above the music, as he grabbed her arm.

Turning, she looked at who grabbed her and smiled when she saw who it was. "Gordo!" she cooed.

"Get down Lizzie, before you hurt yourself."

Then as if on cue, Lizzie's legs tangled and she started to crash. Gordo quickly scooped her up in his arms. Lizzie wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled.

"I knew you'd catch me," she said softly.

Gordo scrunched up his nose, as he could smell the alcohol on her breath. "How much have you had to drink?"

Lizzie shrugged. "Only a couple of shots," she answered in a baby voice. "Wanna know something Gordo?"

Gordo started to notice that she was calling him Gordo instead of David, something she hadn't done since they broke up. "I'm gonna regret this." "What?" he asked as he made his way back to Miranda, carrying Lizzie.

"I love you." She answered softly at first. She then shouted, "I love David Gordon!" Then pulled herself up by his neck and gave him a sloppy kiss on the lips.

Miranda had heard and saw her; snickering, she was trying to keep the knowing grin of her face.

As they passed, Gordo glanced at her. "Not a word Sanchez."

Miranda tried not to laugh as she followed them out into the hall. "Lets take her back to our room."

About half way to the room, they bumped into Larry.

Lizzie looked up and spotted him. "Tudge!"

Larry raised an eyebrow and looked at Miranda. "Drunk?"

"Blasted," Miranda answered trying her best not to laugh. Miranda walked to the door of Lizzie and her's room and unlocked it.

Opening the door, Miranda walked in. Gordo followed and once inside, put Lizzie down on her feet. Larry stood in the doorway, watching them.

Miranda quickly walked over to Larry in the doorway. "Come on Larry. We should see if we can find some aspirin. She'll need it when the hangover kicks in. David can stay with her till we get back."

Before Gordo could protest, Miranda pushed Larry out into the hall and shut the door. Gordo glared at the shut door for a moment, "You'll pay for this Sanchez."

"Gordo," Lizzie said in a kinda of slurred purr. Walking up to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck again and pressed herself up against him.

"Liz. What are you doing?" he said trying to think straight.

Lizzie started kissing his neck. "I want you Gordo." With one hand she reached down and started fumbling with his belt buckle while pressing herself harder against him. With her other hand, she grabbed the back of his head, pulled it down and kissed him on the lips again.

"Liz," he said pulling back and trying to keep her hand away from his belt.

"My Gordo," she said her words getting more slurred. Suddenly she stopped and weird look passed across her face.

"Liz?"

"I'm gonna be sick," Lizzie pressed her hand against her mouth and raced into the bathroom.

Gordo watched her and then suddenly heard her throwing up. Letting out a deep breath, he walked into the bathroom. He found her on her knees with her head hovering just above the toilet.

As another wave of nausea hit her, her head dropped and she started throwing up again.

Gordo slowly kneeled next to her and gently pulled her hair back out of her face. Holding her hair back in one hand, he rubbed her back with his other hand.

About fifteen minutes later, Larry and Miranda returned. Walking in they were surprised to find an empty room. Miranda was about to call out, when she heard noises in the bathroom. Walking over to the doorway, she smiled softly at what she saw.

Lizzie was curled up in Gordo's lap and Gordo was sitting against the bathroom wall, next to the toilet.

Miranda watched as Gordo was gently rubbing Lizzie's back and whispering something to her. Gordo looked up and saw her. Not losing the smile, "We got the aspirin. Larry's going back to your room and I'm gonna lay down, yell if you need something."

Gordo nodded and looked back down at the girl in his arms.

Miranda shook her head as she walked away, "I knew it was only a matter of time before those two got back together."