Erm... Yay. :P I finally got round to formatting chapter two. Well.

From Hell is Copyright to 20th Century Fox. Lottie is Copyright to me(Damn.)

Fred walked down a hallway and opened a door. He stood there and waited for Lottie, Who was lazily getting out of the chair. She skipped along to him.
"This is yer room. Have you got any bags or suitcases or anythin'?" he asked as Lottie peered round the door.
"Uncle Godley said 'e'd bring me stuff later." she replied.
"A'right. You can unpack when 'e does then." he said wearily walking back to the chair were Lottie had sat earlier. "For now, You can just stay in yer new room and try to be quiet."
Lottie nodded silently and entered her new room. It was small but cheerfully decorated. A double bed with soft crimson sheets was in the middle of the room.
She looked at a bedside table to find another photoframe, This time with a picture of Fred and his late-wife.

Everything was quiet for a while untill Fred came in the room.
"Hullo Fred!" Lottie beamed.
"Um... What kind of... thing... do you like ter eat...? Do you eat?" he asked rubbing a finger across his temple. He hadn't had much experience taking care of teenage girls.
"I could cook for you if yer like!!!" she offered.
"Um... Okay... I'll show you to the kitchen." he said. He went through the door and led her through the hallway to a room that looked as though it hadn't been used for a while. Lottie appeared behind him.
"This is the kitchen?" she asked looking down her nose.
"Yes, I don't cook much." he replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Oh well. I'll figure everything out. You go play with doggie while I work me magic!!!" she smiled holding her arms out in attempt of a hug. Fred didn't realise that.
"Allrigh'... Why are you holding your arms out?" he asked before he left the room. "Nothing. I'm tryin' to catch a breeze." she said with angry sarcasm. Fred ignored this and left the room.

"How'm I supposed to cook in this mess?" Lottie exclaimed. She fumbled around looking in cupboards for pots, pans and plates.
With some difficulty, she finally managed to get some cooking equipment and food to cook with.
Prince padded in to investigate upon the smells that had been wafting around. "Bad Doggy! You shouldn't be in the kitchen while the chef is workin'!" she shouted.
Prince looked at her in a patronising way(if indeed, Dogs can look at people in a patronising way) and left the room anyway.

A short while later Lottie called Fred into kitchen.
"Fred, I've finished cookin'. Where's the dinin' room?" she shouted. He shortly came into the room rubbing his eyes wearily.
"Dinner smells interesting. Well, Follow me." he said, avoiding looking at the food in fear of the worst. He pointed out the dining room then went to sit down in there.
Lottie followed with plates.
"That actually looks partly edible." Fred announced in a shocked manner as he looked at the food laid out on the plates.
"'Tis." she said putting the plates down on the table. She pulled up a chair next to Fred and started eating.
Fred picked up a cup of tea and started sipping delicately.
"Frewhyarhhooeahin?!?!" Lottie said through mouthfulls of food.
"Pardon?" he asked wrinkling his nose in disgust.
She swallowed the mouthfull of food. "Fred, Why aren't you eating?!" she asked slowly and loudly.
"I'm not very hungry." he mumbled.
"Nonsense! Eat up!" she snapped.
"Lottie. Let's get this straight. I'm the adult. You're the girl, Who has been dumped on me against my will. Please be co-operative!" he growled angrily.
"Yes." she replied reluctantly.
"Thank you."
Lottie silently finished her meal, picked up the plate and walked off. Fred stayed where he was and just shook his head wearily.

Shortly after, Fred woke up from his thoughts to find a pair of red gloves wrapping around him. He quickly shot up spilling his cup of tea down the front of his trousers.
"Fred! You dropped your tea!" Lottie shouted from behind.
"LOTTIE!!!" Fred shouted angrily.
"Do you want me to clean you up?" she asked whipping a handkerchief from a pocket of her dress.
"NO! I can do it myself." he growled taking a handkerchief from his own pocket and leaving the room.
"Sure?" she insisted.
"YES!!!" Fred shouted from outside.
"Fine then. Be that way." Lottie frowned. She took the rest of the dinner items from the table and went to wash them up.

"Not fair." Lottie was mumbling to herself as she washed the dishes. "Really not fair."
Fred appeared in the kitchen doorway wearing a long maroon velvet dressing gown. "I'm goin' to bed. If you need anything, Just go up the stairs and my rooms right ahead." he yawned.
"Thanks. G'Night!" she replied running up in another hug attempt. He had already walked out the room. "Hrmph!" she growled banging her elbow into the doorframe.

People I want to thank: Johnny Depp - For his awesomeness.
20th century Fox - For bringing us quality entertainment such as From Hell and the Simpsons.
GollumRox - For commenting on the first chapter and having the spiffiest Parodies ever! And for the name Timmi. :P That name just rocks.
RTT - I knnnnoooowwww who you are. XD Thanks for reviewing. :P Msn ya later.
Fred Abberline(the depp version) - For being my Trusty imaginary friend who's always there for me whenever I need someone to swear at me and tell me how useless I am. n____n