A.N-

Minijudi: Aye (I've been saying that a lot lately...don't know why...pirates...), I know, I know. The whole him pulling a girl out of her car. Well I didn't plan on it to happen. I it just all fell into place. Katie's car getting stuck in the mud as an 'excuse' to come into his house (though she got stuck in his driveway...), Mort drinking, Them having an agruement, Katie storming out to the car, Mort/Shooter following after another drink. Again, it all just fell into place. Plus, this is Mort/Shooter... they just stick to old habits... pulling people out of their cars...

cough Yeah...

Well here's the next chapter.

Mort heard a buzzing noise, and felt annoying little legs on his arm. He waved his arm, the fly buzzing away. "Damned flies. No use." He grumbled to himself. Honestly, what was the purpose of flies? All they do it fly around you start waving your arms wildly around yourself trying to kill the fly, wanting to scream out loud. "Damned flies!" He shouted as he sat bolt upright in bed, looking around himself. His glasses were still on his face from the night before.

The night before.

Mort felt knots tie in his stomach. He had gotten into a fight with Katie. He told her that Derek deserved what he got. Mort didn't take it back either. She had slapped him across the face and it actually stung like hell. Though at the time he didn't know what was worse, the physical or emotional sting from the slap and the angry tears in her eyes. The emotional he guessed.

Putting a hand on his cheek, feeling for a ginger spot, he found none. It didn't hurt. Though touching his cheek made a lump come up in his throat. Oh God. She hated him didn't she? She never wanted to see him again, didn't she? The look on her face when she stormed out...

He paused in mid-thought. What? What happened after she stepped out of the house?

Mort remembered seeing her storm towards the door, but he didn't remember her go outside? Did she go outside even? In the rain? Why didn't Mort say he was sorry and offer her his bed to sleep in, though it would be against his will, he'd sleep on the couch (instead of with her). Chills ran up his spin. He had no clue of what happened after the fight.

Hearing humming, he smiled to himself briefly. It was Katie.

No. No it wasn't. The humming came from a deeper, lower tone. The Sheriff? No. He hadn't come for a 'visit' in a long time. Then came the words to the song, 'Mama's little babies love shorten', shorten', Mama's little babies love shorten' bread.'

It took all he had to keep the pitiful meal he had yesterday from coming back up his throat. Shooter. What was Shooter doing here? In his home while he was sleeping.

Slowly Mort got out of bed and quietly walked out of his bedroom. He looked at himself. Baggy pants, and a plain gray t-shirt with an orange stain on it near the chest. Most likely from one of his numerous bags of Doritios. He looked up, shaking his head to himself. Why did he care what he looked like around this back-woods, redneck, in-bred hick? Mort threw opened the door to see Shooter sitting at his desk, in front of his laptop.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Nothin', Mr. Rainey, nothin'."

"Well I reckon you better get the fuck out of my house now." He said pointing to the door.

"I see your story is comin' along well." Shooter said, looking at Mort who said nothing.

After a moment Mort pointed to the door again, down the steps, "Get the fuck out before I-"

"What? Call the police? They've gave you the boot from town. They won't come out here. They'll think you have gone crazy... In less you confess."

"I did not murder anybody." He said through gritted teeth.

Shooter grinned and shook his head, "Never gonna give in with that, are you? But I wasn't talkin' bout that."

"Then what were you talking about?"

Shooter rested his chin on his fist, his eyes dancing in delight. "Check your pants pockets." He watched him, "Just do it, Mr. Rainy."

Mort shoved his hands into his pockets impatiently but froze when he felt something metal in his left hand. Keys. He pulled them out and stared at them. They weren't his. "They're Katie's."

"What? You framed me of stealing her car?"

Shooter shook his head. "No one framed you of stealing... Why don't you go ask Katie why you have her keys? She's out by the lake."

"She's here?"

"Of course. You have her car keys. You said you'd give them to her today. You told her not to go anywhere, or else."

"Or else what?" Shooter said nothing but nodded towards the door. With a glare, Mort turned away and walking down the staircase.

Well at least he could say he was sorry to Katie. He'll just say he was drunk, after all, that was the truth. He'd apologize and beg Katie to forgive him. If she would, he'd raise her paycheck and have her do hardly any work at all. He'd invite her to stay with him over this next weekend. Then he'd invite her to stay a bit longer...

Mort grinned to himself as he walked out of the door, singing under his breath, "We're going to the chapel and we're gonna get married." He shook the thought out of his head. He was getting too far ahead of himself.

"Katie!" He called to her and she quickly spun around to face him. She pointed to him with a nervous yet angry look on her face.

"STOP! Don't you DARE come any closer to me, Mr. Rainey!"

Mort stopped were he was ordered to, "What ever happened to calling me Mort?"

Katie said nothing but stuck out her hand, "Throw me my keys."

"What? Katie I just want to-" He took one step closer.

"STOP!" She screamed at him and Mort did.

"What's wrong?" He asked, holding out her keys for her to come and get. He wasn't going to throw them to her.

"How dare you ask me like that. All innocently. You damn know what the fuck is wrong you son-of-a-bitch, bastard !"

Mort stared at her, shocked. How could such a beautiful mouth say that many curses in a sentence? "Huh?"

"I SAID NO!" She shouted as she ripped the keys from his hand. "I didn't fucking want to!" She walked to her car, still yelling, "You sick son-of-a-"

Mort slowly ventured toward her, "Katie, I have no clue of what happened last night... Whatever I did... I'm sorry."

She got in her car, "Sorry doesn't take back rape!"

Mort felt the meal come up again, but he held it back. He felt himself sway, "What?" He echoed out.

"That what it is when I said NO!" She shouted at him, tears beginning down her face. She shook her head, watching him. "I was begging you not to Mort. I WAS BEGGING!"

Mort watched her, speechless. What? He couldn't of. "No. I wouldn't rape anyone. Certainly not you. Your still just a girl."

Katie stared at him, "Then why did you do it you sick bastard?" She was no longer yelling, but her tone of voice was worse. It made Mort feel like he could break down at any moment. "I thought I loved you... but now I hope you rot in hell." Katie said as she slammed the door to her car and hit reverse.

Mort watched as she pulled out of his driveway, and out of view, but he could hear her car speeding down the road.

He felt his legs buckle under his weight right before his knees hit the ground. His eyes looked to his house and he saw Shooter leaning against the wall on the porch. Then everything went black.