Chapter seven: The Solution
I watched him contently as his facial expression became nervous looking. He stood up and began pacing back and forth, I was still remaining in my position on the couch. The way he was acting I was beginning to get worried about what he had to explain. He quickly ran a hand through his hair as he turned to me.
"Alana, I've got to make everything clear before Shooter decides to show you who he is again. The guy who gave you that bruise was not me. Sometimes...well its hard to clarify, I have no control when he appears. So, I don't ever really know when he will show up...he just does. If I ever threaten to hurt you just leave and get as far away from me as you possibly can because--"
"Mort, you know I can't do that." I said, cutting him off. He walked over and sat beside me as I turned to him. "I love you." he looked into my eyes as I spoke and gently brushed a small strand of hair away from my face.
"I know you do and I feel the same. I also care about our baby and I don't want that bastard touching either of you. Its just that I know if you don't get the hell away from me once Shooter arrives he'll hurt you...he doesn't want me being happy. See, he claims he knew Amy was going to leave me and he thinks you will too." he bit his lower lip, as if to hold back what he was about to say. "He killed both Amy and her boyfriend Ted." my eyes suddenly widened as he told me.
"So everyone in town...was right about you." I mumbled to myself, looking down at my hands. He soothingly covered his strong ones over mine.
"I'm sorry you had to learn about this so suddenly. Just remember what I..." he stopped talking as he looked away. "Shit Alana, go...he's back..." he said before the handsome look in his eyes soon faded and the dark hatred I had noticed just a few minutes earlier, was now painfully clear. I shook my head and continued to sit where I was.
'Mort I can't leave you, we've got to get rid of Shooter...together.' I thought to myself, glancing toward the kitchen and no longer seeing or hearing Jamie. I swallowed and looked back to him as he grinned at me.
"Hello again missus. I know Mort tried to tell you about me for your own safety but I knew you were too in love with him that you wouldn't leave even if I was about to kill you. You're a brave woman and I like that about you. But you know Mister Rainey cannot be happy, I will not allow it. I was created because of the stress he was going through when he divorced Amy and now he's over it. And if he becomes too happy I will cease to exist. So you see I cannot let him fall too deep in love with you or that child that is developing inside of you as we speak. The only way to do it..." he reached behind him slowly and grabbed a letter opener. "...is to get rid of you right now." I jumped up and tried running when he grabbed my arm tightly. I tried pulling free but he only held on tighter, and I was starting to lose the feeling in my hand.
"Let me go! I won't let you kill me and I won't let you hurt Mort anymore." I said, still trying to release myself from his grasp.
"I'm tired of messing with you, and you'll quit wigglin' if you don't want me to just go ahead and cut your wrist." he said and I shut my eyes, wanting nothing but my Mort back. There had to be a way to get rid of Shooter for good.
'But what the hell do I do?...' I thought to myself as I remembered what Shooter had just recently said.
'If he becomes too happy I will cease to exist.'
My eyes shot open as I finally came up with the answer. "Shooter, I already asked you once before to leave Mort alone and now I've finally found a way to do it. You said before that if Mort was happy you'd be gone. So there's only one possible solution." I pulled him toward me, knowing that there was a risk in doing so. 'Here goes nothing...' I thought as I pressed my lips firmly against his. He jumped at my action and I realized that this guy was different. His kiss was nothing like Mort's...it was like he had never kissed anyone before. After a few seconds though, the letter opener fell to the ground and the kiss changed. It was now warmer, and more inviting. I pulled away and looked into his eyes. It was him. "Mort?" I said, wanting to be positive.
"Yeah, its me." he stated, pulling me into a hug. I wanted to cry as he held me.
"That's it. Mort, the minute I kissed you it was only a few seconds until Shooter was gone and you were back to normal. Even though I was seeing Shooter's identity, somewhere inside you were still wanting to take control and that was all I had to do...make you happy. Do you think he'll ever come back again? Or did we get rid of him for good?" I asked, laying my head on his shoulder and he slightly shrugged.
"I have no idea. The only thing I do know is that right now...I don't think he will ever come back. I mean, usually I can sense he's there but at the moment...I don't sense anything about him. If he's gone then we can live a life without having to worry about a thing." he said, smiling. I nodded and couldn't help but grin as Jamie came downstairs.
"Hi you two. I thought I heard something going on down here." she stated, glancing at the kitchen as she neared us. I shook my head and looked at Mort.
"No...we were just talking about a few things." I then got up and walked to the phone. "I need to call my doctor and have her check to make sure I am pregnant. The test said I was but you know how those sometimes turn out." I winked at them before turning into the kitchen and dialing my doctor's number.
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Third person POV
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Mort and Jamie sat in silence for a while before Mort decided he needed to say something. He wanted to surprise Alana, but wanted Jamie to know about everything as well.
"Do you think you could keep a secret?" he asked her and she looked at him, somewhat confused.
"Of course I can. What do you need to talk about?" she inquired and he smiled a little, reaching under one of the couch cushions, (A/N: Great hiding spot Mort, she'll never look there. --) talking out a small box.
"I want her to marry me. But I want to do it possibly before she has the baby. We could do it after but I want us to already me married once our child is old enough to know. I mean you understand don't you? It wouldn't make a very good impression on him...or her if we weren't together legally. So here's the ring I got for her." he opened the box as he spoke and Jamie grinned.
"Mort its beautiful! I'm sure she'll be so surprised. And you're right, it would be better if you two were married. And also--" she stopped talking as Alana entered the room and Mort quickly hid the ring box.
"Well, I've got an appointment tomorrow at one. I told her all the symptoms I've been having and she said that more than likely I am going to have a baby we'll just have to wait and see." she said, looking back and forth between the two of them. They were both just nodding and smiling pretty much in synchronization. "Right...so I'll be upstairs if either of you need me." She glanced back at them once more before walking up the stairs.
"You think she knows anything?" Mort asked, looking nervous once again.
"Oh believe me I know my sister. She'll suspect something but once she finds out, she'll be totally off. Its like that all the time." she stood up. "You know you should get some rest...you look like you've been through a lot."
A/N: If only she knew! :P Well anyway that's chapter seven for you. I think I'm about done with this story....no don't worry! I'm writing a sequel to it. I've pretty much got the idea I just need to start typing it soon. So keep an eye out for that as well as a new Spiderman story I'm working on. I may put that one up but I'm not completely positive. Okie dokie, well you know what to do so I'll let you do it!.
I watched him contently as his facial expression became nervous looking. He stood up and began pacing back and forth, I was still remaining in my position on the couch. The way he was acting I was beginning to get worried about what he had to explain. He quickly ran a hand through his hair as he turned to me.
"Alana, I've got to make everything clear before Shooter decides to show you who he is again. The guy who gave you that bruise was not me. Sometimes...well its hard to clarify, I have no control when he appears. So, I don't ever really know when he will show up...he just does. If I ever threaten to hurt you just leave and get as far away from me as you possibly can because--"
"Mort, you know I can't do that." I said, cutting him off. He walked over and sat beside me as I turned to him. "I love you." he looked into my eyes as I spoke and gently brushed a small strand of hair away from my face.
"I know you do and I feel the same. I also care about our baby and I don't want that bastard touching either of you. Its just that I know if you don't get the hell away from me once Shooter arrives he'll hurt you...he doesn't want me being happy. See, he claims he knew Amy was going to leave me and he thinks you will too." he bit his lower lip, as if to hold back what he was about to say. "He killed both Amy and her boyfriend Ted." my eyes suddenly widened as he told me.
"So everyone in town...was right about you." I mumbled to myself, looking down at my hands. He soothingly covered his strong ones over mine.
"I'm sorry you had to learn about this so suddenly. Just remember what I..." he stopped talking as he looked away. "Shit Alana, go...he's back..." he said before the handsome look in his eyes soon faded and the dark hatred I had noticed just a few minutes earlier, was now painfully clear. I shook my head and continued to sit where I was.
'Mort I can't leave you, we've got to get rid of Shooter...together.' I thought to myself, glancing toward the kitchen and no longer seeing or hearing Jamie. I swallowed and looked back to him as he grinned at me.
"Hello again missus. I know Mort tried to tell you about me for your own safety but I knew you were too in love with him that you wouldn't leave even if I was about to kill you. You're a brave woman and I like that about you. But you know Mister Rainey cannot be happy, I will not allow it. I was created because of the stress he was going through when he divorced Amy and now he's over it. And if he becomes too happy I will cease to exist. So you see I cannot let him fall too deep in love with you or that child that is developing inside of you as we speak. The only way to do it..." he reached behind him slowly and grabbed a letter opener. "...is to get rid of you right now." I jumped up and tried running when he grabbed my arm tightly. I tried pulling free but he only held on tighter, and I was starting to lose the feeling in my hand.
"Let me go! I won't let you kill me and I won't let you hurt Mort anymore." I said, still trying to release myself from his grasp.
"I'm tired of messing with you, and you'll quit wigglin' if you don't want me to just go ahead and cut your wrist." he said and I shut my eyes, wanting nothing but my Mort back. There had to be a way to get rid of Shooter for good.
'But what the hell do I do?...' I thought to myself as I remembered what Shooter had just recently said.
'If he becomes too happy I will cease to exist.'
My eyes shot open as I finally came up with the answer. "Shooter, I already asked you once before to leave Mort alone and now I've finally found a way to do it. You said before that if Mort was happy you'd be gone. So there's only one possible solution." I pulled him toward me, knowing that there was a risk in doing so. 'Here goes nothing...' I thought as I pressed my lips firmly against his. He jumped at my action and I realized that this guy was different. His kiss was nothing like Mort's...it was like he had never kissed anyone before. After a few seconds though, the letter opener fell to the ground and the kiss changed. It was now warmer, and more inviting. I pulled away and looked into his eyes. It was him. "Mort?" I said, wanting to be positive.
"Yeah, its me." he stated, pulling me into a hug. I wanted to cry as he held me.
"That's it. Mort, the minute I kissed you it was only a few seconds until Shooter was gone and you were back to normal. Even though I was seeing Shooter's identity, somewhere inside you were still wanting to take control and that was all I had to do...make you happy. Do you think he'll ever come back again? Or did we get rid of him for good?" I asked, laying my head on his shoulder and he slightly shrugged.
"I have no idea. The only thing I do know is that right now...I don't think he will ever come back. I mean, usually I can sense he's there but at the moment...I don't sense anything about him. If he's gone then we can live a life without having to worry about a thing." he said, smiling. I nodded and couldn't help but grin as Jamie came downstairs.
"Hi you two. I thought I heard something going on down here." she stated, glancing at the kitchen as she neared us. I shook my head and looked at Mort.
"No...we were just talking about a few things." I then got up and walked to the phone. "I need to call my doctor and have her check to make sure I am pregnant. The test said I was but you know how those sometimes turn out." I winked at them before turning into the kitchen and dialing my doctor's number.
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Third person POV
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Mort and Jamie sat in silence for a while before Mort decided he needed to say something. He wanted to surprise Alana, but wanted Jamie to know about everything as well.
"Do you think you could keep a secret?" he asked her and she looked at him, somewhat confused.
"Of course I can. What do you need to talk about?" she inquired and he smiled a little, reaching under one of the couch cushions, (A/N: Great hiding spot Mort, she'll never look there. --) talking out a small box.
"I want her to marry me. But I want to do it possibly before she has the baby. We could do it after but I want us to already me married once our child is old enough to know. I mean you understand don't you? It wouldn't make a very good impression on him...or her if we weren't together legally. So here's the ring I got for her." he opened the box as he spoke and Jamie grinned.
"Mort its beautiful! I'm sure she'll be so surprised. And you're right, it would be better if you two were married. And also--" she stopped talking as Alana entered the room and Mort quickly hid the ring box.
"Well, I've got an appointment tomorrow at one. I told her all the symptoms I've been having and she said that more than likely I am going to have a baby we'll just have to wait and see." she said, looking back and forth between the two of them. They were both just nodding and smiling pretty much in synchronization. "Right...so I'll be upstairs if either of you need me." She glanced back at them once more before walking up the stairs.
"You think she knows anything?" Mort asked, looking nervous once again.
"Oh believe me I know my sister. She'll suspect something but once she finds out, she'll be totally off. Its like that all the time." she stood up. "You know you should get some rest...you look like you've been through a lot."
A/N: If only she knew! :P Well anyway that's chapter seven for you. I think I'm about done with this story....no don't worry! I'm writing a sequel to it. I've pretty much got the idea I just need to start typing it soon. So keep an eye out for that as well as a new Spiderman story I'm working on. I may put that one up but I'm not completely positive. Okie dokie, well you know what to do so I'll let you do it!.