A/N: Taa daa! I'm here with chapter 11. So, um, yeah. I quite like this chapter, just so you know, it's a personal favorite of mine so I hope you guys and gals enjoy it. And, just so you know, if you hadn't guessed, we are drawing near the end of our happy tale, and there's only 2 chapters left! Yes, you heard right, 2! So, thank you reviewers, as always, you are angels.

Chapter Eleven: Showdown with Maggie

Simone, or rather, Maggie, marches right up to Clementine.

"Why aren't you dead?"

"Why aren't I dead? Who the fuck are you to even talk to me you spineless bitch! After what you did? Why would you want me dead?"

"Because that's how it works, darling. Simone," she lets out a snort. "Simone is just a Morton Rainey obsessed little cow, shit I've stepped in that I've got to put up with and sort out! That's how it works Mrs. Rainey, and that's why you should be dead right now, we should be having your funeral tomorrow, getting rid of you for good!"

"Why? Why does it work that way?"

"Mort'll tell you. It's happened to him before, I can see it in your eyes," she walks up to Mort. "You wanted your wife dead, and her son-of-a-bitch lover and he did it! He did it!"

"So you know Shooter."

"Know him? Know of him more like. But I'd love to know him, just like poor little Simone's wanted to know you all these years and now she finally has met you but her lust doesn't stop there, no, she wants you, what was it she said? Mentally and physically? Yes, I bet she does. And when she marries you, I'll marry Shooter and we'll all be happy, but no, you had to marry this cow instead, so that's why she should be dead, because then our way would be clear but she had to screw it up!"

"It would never have worked anyway. I left Shooter at Tashmore Lake with the doctor at the hospital, so if you want to meet Shooter you'll have to go somewhere else and do it!" Maggie stops to consider this for a moment, but not for too long.

"And you know the selfish, prioritizing, me me me setup that this is? No, I'll never get Shooter if he's not with you because I've got to put her first! I'm here to sort our her life! I can't even live one of my own and that is why Mrs. Rainey here has to go. Bye bye darling. Ta ta."

"What are you going to do?" asks Clementine, shaking at the other end of the hotel room.

"I'm going to kill you. Because at least then part of me will be happy. See this sort of works out for everyone, I kill you darling, which will make me happy because I like to sort things out permanently, I don't like things being left, so they can slip up and all my plans are ruined. So I kill you, Mr. Rainey here's free to marry again so marries Simone, she's happy, we're all happy, we're all so happy, and you're so dead."

"I'd never marry Simone," says Mort, trying to manoeuvre himself between Maggie and Clementine but it's no use. "I would never marry Simone!"

"Oh yes you would, you'll find out I'm pretty persuasive, when this bitch is gone you'll be putty in my hands, you'll marry Simone you'll take us to this doctor and then we'll find Shooter, and life will be complete, so really, all that's left is for me to kill Clementine, may I call you Clementine?"

"You can call me anything you like," says Clementine through gritted teeth. Mort goes towards Maggie and takes her by her hair, dragging her backwards towards the door of the hotel room. She scrapes at his hands with her nails and lashes out to him, Clementine stands almost immobilized by the window of the hotel room. And then she finds her feet and follows Mort out into the hallway, nobody's about.

"I'll follow you, I'll always follow you Clementine Rainey for as long as you live, because I can only find happiness when she has, and when she marries your loving husband she'll have it. Don't think you'll ever be alone," Maggie hisses through her teeth as Mort pulls her down by the elevators. "Once you're gone he won't wait to jump into bed with the nearest bit of skirt he can find, he won't even remember you by the first anniversary of your death." This had been enough for Clementine, she flew at Maggie who was nearly at the elevators, at the end of the hall by the floor to ceiling window that looked out over the side of the Strip, pushing and pulling her in every which way, both women pulling at eachothers hair they bump into the window.

"Come on," says Mort, a little louder than his normal voice, but not to loud to attract attention. But Clementine and Maggie take no notice at all, Mort sees Maggie take something out of a pocket and he runs towards them, trying to get it out of Maggie's hands, he doesn't. She lashes out with an arm and smashes the window, glass is tinkling down the side of the building. Mort pulls both women away from the window and looks down.

"Move!" he yells to the people below, but it's too late for them to hear, the glass smashes down on the floor, narrowly missing people and hurling itself outwards. Clementine falls against Mort and they are both pushed backwards, Mort falling to the side and Maggie landing ontop of Clementine, shoulders on the ledge of the window, shaking and shaking her, Mort struggling to pull her off. Maggie takes a hand and shoves Mort backwards, Clementine wriggling to get fully back inside the hotel and not have her top half hanging a hundred and fifty feet above the road below. Both women hitting out at the other, striking one another's face, and then, one falls.