"We've got a guest room upstairs if you want to crash - okay," Alec shrugged as Max hurried off to find the nearest bathroom in what Renfro commonly called "that big tacky castle next door" or, the house next door.

"Leave her alone, asshole," Original Cindy said, shouldering past him. "She's sick, can't you see that?"

"Sorry Cindy," Alec said with a roll of his eyes. "Should I make her tea, too?"

"Yeah, in fact," Cindy decided. "Go make some tea."

"Fine!" Alec sighed, walking off into the kitchen.

"And get cookies, too!" Original Cindy yelled after him. She knocked on the door to the bathroom. "You all right in there, boo?" a tortured-sounding groan came as an answer. "All right. Alec's making tea in case you want to come out soon." Another groan. "Okay then."

"Hey," Alec ran into the living room, jumping over the sofa to get to the bathroom door. "Hey!" he opened the door. "Someone set your house on -" the door was slammed shut from the inside. "Ohh-kay," Alec looked at Original Cindy. "Cindy, someone set Max's house on fire!"


Don Lydecker and Elizabeth Renfro drove home from a lovely dinner at an expensive restaurant to find one of the worst things a father and a mother could find. Their house was engulfed in flames.

Luckily, someone had enough sense to, instead of just standing outside of the house and staring (like most of the street was doing), actually call the firemen.

Max was nowhere in sight, but Sketchy was in an ambulence - doused in water from the hose and with a blanket around his shoulders, being questioned by a detective. Only, when Don and Elizabeth had gotten out of the car and ran over to their son, did they see the real damage.

"Mom! Dad!" Sketchy shouted - there was a hint of fear in his voice.

"Is that..." Renfro's eyes widened comically and her mouth formed a disgusted 'M' shape reminicent of a Charlie Brown cartoon. Deck took a step back from his adopted son as he surveyed the damage.

"Ma'am," the paramedic said, touching Renfro's shoulder gently. "It appears your son is fine. But we'll have to take him to the hospital. We don't have the resources here to cut the cell phone off of his cheek."


A/N: Inspired by the beer can on the hand in Drop Dead Gorgeous (which I watched non-stop for a week a few days ago.) Also, about the 'Max puking in the bathroom thing'; just think - maybe that's not the only thing that happened. (And trust me, something else did happen.)

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