A/N: :: sneaks out form the shadows:: I know, I know it's been OVER a year, probably close to two, and I doubt any one reading this is from my original reader. To Amy and Jd, I apologize! You guys were in great! In the past year (two?) I've moved and started life over in a totally new town! I'm just now finding my place again.

Disclaimer: Nope I still own nothing, and I'm still getting paid nothing

Chapter 8

Langly muttered names for Byers his mother would have smacked him for, if she had been in the rental car. Fortunately for Langly, he was finally alone and away from all offending people and bugs. He still had a huge trip home he hadn't planned out at all. Okay he decided a half mile back he couldn't actually go home without Byers and Frohike, but damn it, he could stay in a civilized hotel with wireless…that is if they had discovered wireless in the stix yet.

Langly stared out in the flood of rain ahead of him. He couldn't see the road, let alone read the street signs.

"Good thing I have you, baby." he said to the GPS system.

Frohike hated the idea of satellites knowing exactly where he was at what time; Langly just couldn't resist the new toy. "Pretty soon, the government will use that to know exactly when you take a crap you know." He warned. But Langly couldn't find his way out of a paper bag with both ends cut out. GPS was simply divine for getting him in out of paper bags with minimal lostness.

Of course it could only do so much, Langly really needed to stop soon for the night before he introduced Mr. Car to Mr. Tree and ended up in the hands Dr. Underquilfied-Hic at the local hospital.

Langly saw headlights in the rain and the neon lights of what could only be a motel.

"Thank God!" he said as he pulled in.

Langly unplugged his laptop and turned off the GPS. Then, computer case in hand sloshed his way into the main office of the motel. Inside a woman with chestnut hair seemed to be in the middle of a conversation with two incredibly large men. When Langly walked in the incredibly large men looked incredibly irritated.

"Yo, I need a room for the night." Langly said

"We don't got no vacancy, now beat it!" said one of the incredibly large men.

"Man, you should change your sign, somebody might you know, expect a room." Langly said.

"The chick here was just about to turn it off when you came in, now beat it."

The woman's eyes pleaded Langly not to go Langly missed it completely.

"W-We could let him use the phone, you know to call a tow truck!" she blurted.

"Shaddap you. He din say nothin about no phone!"

"But he said his car had broken down outside." She insisted.

Langly looked at the woman cluelessly.

"Well maybe then you should go take a look at his car, since he can't leave."

"He got legs," said the other incredibly large man.

"Oh, no! We couldn't make him walk! What kind of people would we be then! We'd never forgive ourselves! We should let him use the phone to call for help!"

"It's okay, I have a cell in the car" Langly said confused.

"See he's got a phone, now shuddap."

"Well okay, be sure to call someone to help with your car. And I guess you'll have to wait here until they come!"

"Nah, I'll wait in the car," Langly was creeped out, what did the woman possibly want?

"Call for help now, you idiot!"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"That's it, I've had enough outta you!" the incredibly larger man backhanded the woman.

"Hey!"

"Shit Charlie, now he can't leave either."

"So? 'spose to look like an accident right? They'll tink a deranged guest did it."

"Oh yeah! Good idea!"

One of the incredibly large men grabbed Langly and shoved him and the woman into a room and slammed the door.

"Oh nice, now we're both stuck. Master of subtitles aren't you?" She said.

"What the hell are you talking about? You sound completely freaky!"

"I was warning you! We'll never mind, now we're both in here and there isn't anything we can do about it."

"It's your fault man!"

She shot daggers at him.

"Okay sorry," he said, "What's going on anyway?"

"Those men attacked me, I thought they wanted to open the safe but they seem intent on staying. I probably should have suspected something when the people who worked here offered me a job."

"Gee so your gonna take the fall for all this?"

"Or die here, and I'm beginning to think it's the latter."

"So we're both gonna die?"

"Amazing sherlock! In relatively few clues too! How do you do it!"

"Bite me."

"Are you hitting on me? I must say this is so not the proper forum."

"Hey is that blood?"

They had been so busy argueing nobody noticed Charlie split the woman's lip when he smacked her. She felt the line of blood on her face noe and looked at her hand, smeared with red.

"Shit."

"Hang on," Langly picked up the edge of the white bedsheet and pulled until a long rip slip it. He handed a small piece to the woman. "here, I have no clue how clean it is, it is a motel sheet, probably covered in dried hooker body fluids."

"I'll have you know I cleaned those sheets myself." She smiled.

"Oh, well then I guess you know where it's been then."

"What's your name? If we're going to have the pleasure of dying together, I think we might as well get aquainted."

"Langly."

"Langly? Just Langly."

"Yeah, just Langly."

"Mary Pat."