A/N: - I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope you'll enjoy this one too! Have fun reading……and reviewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

   They reached Gill's shelter where he and the others were waiting anxiously for them.

"Ah-ha! Marlin, glad you could come here. Thanks for getting him, Dory."

"My pleasure," Dory replied happily.

"Now, Marlin, we need to talk."

"About Nemo?"

"Yes, about Nemo. You know that clownfish you brought back…is she with Nemo right now?"

"Yes – but I don't see what…"

"All through the journey home she was secretly passing snide comments and threats to Nemo. She does it every time she sees him.

"She does?"

"Yes," Gill affirmed, "and…"

"She's been doing it to me as well," Dory cut in softly. She didn't want them to fuss over her too much but she thought she'd better mention it while it was the topic of conversation.

"Yes," Gill sighed, "I had noticed."

"Dory," Marlin said despairingly, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to make a fuss. And anyway – I'm used to things like that now."

"You still should have told me. But she's being like it to Nemo as well, did you say?"

"Yes." Stated Gill bluntly.

"That's it then. She'll have to go."

"Did I hear you discussing me?" a silky smooth voice floated through to them, announcing the arrival of Marcia. She headed straight for Dory and slapped her on her scarred fin as hard as she could, sending a resounding *crack* through the cave and causing Dory to yelp in pain, "That's for ratting on me!" she snapped.

"Leave her alone!" Gill and Marlin moved forward defensively.

"And where the hell is Nemo?" Marlin asked.

"Oh, Nemo's as safe as can be expected…under the circumstances…"

"What do you mean?" Gill asked, "Where's Sharkbait?"

"Shut up, old man! It's no use trying to win me over with your little pet names for the brat. I've left him near somewhere where a flurry of pink will be passing shortly."

"We've gotta go get him!" Marlin panicked, "C'mon Dory!"

Dory didn't move.

"Dory! Go with Marlin." Gill ordered her sharply. Dory immediately snapped out of her trance and swam after Marlin to save Nemo.

    She was subdues for most of the journey. She had a feeling that 'flurry of pink' meant jellyfish. She swam as fast as Marlin but didn't say a word, having withdrawn into her trance once more.

    Finally, they reached the jellyfish and Marlin swam in without a second thought with Dory following him faithfully.

"Nemo?! Nemo?!" screamed the desperate father as they neared the centre of the jellies.

"Dad?" replied a small voice.

"Nemo!" Marlin cried as he raced over and embraced his son, "Hey, Dory, Nemo. Let's go home and get rid of Marcia!"

    But the jellies surrounded them. Marlin couldn't remember which way was 'out'. Nemo tried to stay calm. But Dory was trembling – 'Not again,' she thought, frightened, 'please not this again.'