Warning: Winston and Shepard's bad mouth. Not too much cussing, but a good bit. So, there's your warning enjoy the story.

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I remained stiff as a board for what seemed like hours. I guess it was really only a few minutes though.

"Get up!" the voice said.

"Curly?" I questioned.

"That's right. Now get up!" He was almost shouting now.

"Dally." Becky said in a shaky voice.

"It's ok, baby girl." I said trying to reassure her.

"Shut up!" Curly said angrily.

"What all the yellin' about? Don't you know..." Buck walked in shouting and stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw Curly holding the gun. "Shepard, what the hell are you doing?!" Buck asked as he stepped into the room.

"Get out of here Merrill." Curly saw through clenched teeth.

"Why don't you put the gun away and have a fair fight, Shepard." Buck asked Curly.

"All right, fine." Curly said tossing the gun over to Buck.

I stood up and Curly moved over to stand in front of me. 'This little brat don't give up.' Curly threw the first punch. He hit me hard in my stomach. I double over for a minute trying to catch my breath. As soon as I could breath again, I hit him in the mouth, which cause his lip to bleed. He recovered quickly and landed a punch to the side of my face. I stumbled backwards, but got my balance and punch Curly in the stomach. He doubled over and groaned. It didn't last long though. He punched me again. This time I kneed him in a bad place. He fell to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest and groaning. I moved over to check on Becky.

"Are you all right, Becky?" I asked her.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said in a shaky voice.

Curly had gotten up and moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed.

"Hey, Dal." Curly said still trying to get his breath.

"What?" I said irritated and trying to catch my breath also.

"You wanna call it even, go back to bein' buddies?" He asked. I started at him for a minute. "Yeah."

We were all still in my room, when Tim came barging in.

"Curly, what the hell have you been?" Tim asked angrily.

"Here mostly." Curly said, without moving.

"What the hell happened, with you two?" Tim said noticing that there had been a fight.

"Curly came in, put a gun to my head ready to blow me to China, when Buck came in complaining about the noise, and decided we should have a fair fight." I said casually.

"Curly you stupid little..." I'm not going to repeat what Tim said, if you want to know what he said, then use your imagination!

"Well, if you people are done making noise then I'm going back to bed." Buck said leaving the room.

"Come on Curly, let's go home." Tim said walking out of the room.

Tim and Curly left. Finally, we could get some sleep around here. I was just about to lay back down, when someone knocked at the door.

"Damn it! Doesn't anyone ever go to sleep?" I said walking over to the door. When I opened the door I was surprised to see who was standing on the other side...