Title: Terror in the Mall
Summary: All they wanted was some clothes for Morgan, but they got more then they paid for
A/N: Okay, maybe no one was a fan for the last chapter, but it kinda had to be there. This one should be better
Martin left very little Morgan's neccessitys before his depature. Besides Scott and Shelby, Sophie and Peter
gave them enough. When arriving at the nearest mall, which was still far away, Morgan had some ideas of her own.
" If you wre a two-year-old girl, where would you go?" Scott looked in all directions, scared as
hell. She slipped from their sight easily, nothing compared to finding her.
Shelby tried to think, " the toy store?".
" Do we know where the toy store is?" he asked her, she shrugged. They weren't getting far.
" It's been awhile since we were that age" she commented, he couldn't disagree.
" Daddy!" they looked at each other, recognizing the call. " Daddy!" it was louder the second time.
Scott looked around once more, then went running through the crowds yelling " Morgan!".
She sat on the edge of the foutnain not far ahead, looking relieved to see him. " Morgan" he grabbed her,
" you scared me, please don't do that again". Shelby caught up to him.
" Daddy, I saw Kenny!" she smiled, " he's over there" she pointed to the store entrance diagnol
from the fountain.
" Who's Kenny?" Shelby asked.
Scott had no idea, but still looked. He recognized that coat, the bleached hair. When Morgan responded with
" mommy's friend" he went after with him without a second thought.
The teenager who dropped off Morgan two nights ago started running, remember who Scott was in an instant.
The crowds and benches became an obstacle, the two boys causing a scene that only lasted seconds to the passing spectators.
Scott jumped over the back of a bench, tackling the teenager to the floor. People gasped at that action.
" You have three seconds to tell me who you are" he harshly threatened, one arm pinned his neck to
the floor after stradling him.
Kenny, or so that was told to be his name, struggled, " I don't know what you're talking about".
Scott saw the truth in his glare, applying more pressure, " then why did you start running? Come on, you
know".
Shelby stood at the front of the crowd with Morgan. Kenny and random people looked up at the newsest
arrivial, including Shelby and Morgan, but no one could out do Scott's reaction. " Scotty?".
She knew right away when that name was said, " mommy" she heard Morgan whisper. Elaine. It was Elaine who
had just walked out of the pharmacy, with some sort of parcil. Scott slid off Kenny, still on the ground, sliding towards
Shelby. People were still watching, and Elaine noticed a certain someone. " Morgan". After three or four steps, Scott jumped
up, blocking her. " Stay the hell away from her".
" She's my daughter".
" No" he looked directly into her eyes, " you have her up that right when you abaondoned her".
" Come on Scotty" she still had the same, harmless sounding tone, " She's just a kid, you are too,
you can't handle it".
Scott still kept her note in his pocket, revealing it, " you said the same thing about yourself".
" I was mixed up the other night".
" You're mixed up period. If you think you can pull something like this and expect nothing in return
then you're wrong. And if you think you'll get Morgan back, you're dead wrong".
" Scott" Shelby placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles, " come
on, let's just go, now".
He stared at Elaine for several minutes before finally rakinf Morgan's hand and leaving the scene. Shelby
got a very good look at Elaine before walking away as well.
Peter was waiting for them upon their arrival, news obviously traveled fast in forty-five minutes.
" I'm not apologizing" Scott commented when he slammed the car door.
" I'm not asking you too" he eyed Shelby and Morgan, " it's really important that I speak with
Scott alone".
She smiled weakly, " sure".
" Some of the guys are playing soccer, maybe she'd like to watch?". She nodded, slowly trotting
away, " come on" he was use to hearing that.
Once inside Peter's office, he dropped the act. " I'm so sorry about what happened, it must have
been rough for you, seeing her again after all this".
He shrugged, " seemed like it was bound to happen".
Peter pinched a sheet of paper between his fingers, " Elaine's lawyer faxed this over".
" She has a lawyer?" he showed no intrest in it, Peter motioned for him to find some. Morgan
Elizabeth Barringer, born on July twenty-first, nineteen nintey-seven in San Diego, California. Weight of six pounds, three
ounces, height seventeen inches. Mother, Elaine Barringer; Father, Scott Barringer. " Oh my god" he gasped.
" There was something about a paternity test when Morgan was a few months old" Scott's neck shot
up, " and she's yours".
Summary: All they wanted was some clothes for Morgan, but they got more then they paid for
A/N: Okay, maybe no one was a fan for the last chapter, but it kinda had to be there. This one should be better
Martin left very little Morgan's neccessitys before his depature. Besides Scott and Shelby, Sophie and Peter
gave them enough. When arriving at the nearest mall, which was still far away, Morgan had some ideas of her own.
" If you wre a two-year-old girl, where would you go?" Scott looked in all directions, scared as
hell. She slipped from their sight easily, nothing compared to finding her.
Shelby tried to think, " the toy store?".
" Do we know where the toy store is?" he asked her, she shrugged. They weren't getting far.
" It's been awhile since we were that age" she commented, he couldn't disagree.
" Daddy!" they looked at each other, recognizing the call. " Daddy!" it was louder the second time.
Scott looked around once more, then went running through the crowds yelling " Morgan!".
She sat on the edge of the foutnain not far ahead, looking relieved to see him. " Morgan" he grabbed her,
" you scared me, please don't do that again". Shelby caught up to him.
" Daddy, I saw Kenny!" she smiled, " he's over there" she pointed to the store entrance diagnol
from the fountain.
" Who's Kenny?" Shelby asked.
Scott had no idea, but still looked. He recognized that coat, the bleached hair. When Morgan responded with
" mommy's friend" he went after with him without a second thought.
The teenager who dropped off Morgan two nights ago started running, remember who Scott was in an instant.
The crowds and benches became an obstacle, the two boys causing a scene that only lasted seconds to the passing spectators.
Scott jumped over the back of a bench, tackling the teenager to the floor. People gasped at that action.
" You have three seconds to tell me who you are" he harshly threatened, one arm pinned his neck to
the floor after stradling him.
Kenny, or so that was told to be his name, struggled, " I don't know what you're talking about".
Scott saw the truth in his glare, applying more pressure, " then why did you start running? Come on, you
know".
Shelby stood at the front of the crowd with Morgan. Kenny and random people looked up at the newsest
arrivial, including Shelby and Morgan, but no one could out do Scott's reaction. " Scotty?".
She knew right away when that name was said, " mommy" she heard Morgan whisper. Elaine. It was Elaine who
had just walked out of the pharmacy, with some sort of parcil. Scott slid off Kenny, still on the ground, sliding towards
Shelby. People were still watching, and Elaine noticed a certain someone. " Morgan". After three or four steps, Scott jumped
up, blocking her. " Stay the hell away from her".
" She's my daughter".
" No" he looked directly into her eyes, " you have her up that right when you abaondoned her".
" Come on Scotty" she still had the same, harmless sounding tone, " She's just a kid, you are too,
you can't handle it".
Scott still kept her note in his pocket, revealing it, " you said the same thing about yourself".
" I was mixed up the other night".
" You're mixed up period. If you think you can pull something like this and expect nothing in return
then you're wrong. And if you think you'll get Morgan back, you're dead wrong".
" Scott" Shelby placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles, " come
on, let's just go, now".
He stared at Elaine for several minutes before finally rakinf Morgan's hand and leaving the scene. Shelby
got a very good look at Elaine before walking away as well.
Peter was waiting for them upon their arrival, news obviously traveled fast in forty-five minutes.
" I'm not apologizing" Scott commented when he slammed the car door.
" I'm not asking you too" he eyed Shelby and Morgan, " it's really important that I speak with
Scott alone".
She smiled weakly, " sure".
" Some of the guys are playing soccer, maybe she'd like to watch?". She nodded, slowly trotting
away, " come on" he was use to hearing that.
Once inside Peter's office, he dropped the act. " I'm so sorry about what happened, it must have
been rough for you, seeing her again after all this".
He shrugged, " seemed like it was bound to happen".
Peter pinched a sheet of paper between his fingers, " Elaine's lawyer faxed this over".
" She has a lawyer?" he showed no intrest in it, Peter motioned for him to find some. Morgan
Elizabeth Barringer, born on July twenty-first, nineteen nintey-seven in San Diego, California. Weight of six pounds, three
ounces, height seventeen inches. Mother, Elaine Barringer; Father, Scott Barringer. " Oh my god" he gasped.
" There was something about a paternity test when Morgan was a few months old" Scott's neck shot
up, " and she's yours".
