A/N: Hey all I am back and writing again, hope all had a good holiday, here we go again…

Chapter Six

Abbey looked over the trucks front seat at Tim.

"It isn't that hard," She said simply. He looked at her.

"Easy for you to say Miss A-." Abbey shook her head.

"This is C+ work Tim," He turned the corner and looked at her.

"Why do I need trigonometry anyway, when am I gonna ever need this in real life?"

Abbey laughed, "When are you gonna use half of the stuff they teach in school, never but it isn't up for debate. You like football?"

He looked at her, "What? Of course I like football."

"Well, in order to keep playing you need to maintain a C+ average in all your subjects."

"Yeah, well I already know that, that is why I invited you over tonight…to help me study."

Abbey nodded pushing her hair behind her ear and looking at the textbook on her lap. Tim had invited her over to his place to help him with his math assignment. She had been only too glad to help.

That was the problem, he wasn't interested in her at all but she seemed like a glutton for punishment.

"Okay so where was I…" At that point in time Tim swerved the truck making her drop her highlighter.

She glared at him. "What?" He asked, "There was a cat on the road."

"Yeah right," Abbey leaned forward to get the pencil. As she felt blindly around the floor of the truck she realised it must have rolled under her seat. "Damn it Tim,"

She could feel them pull into his driveway. "You want a hand?" He asked half heartedly leaning back in his seat turning off the engine.

"Uh, no you just sit there and-

"Shh," Tim hissed suddenly. Abbey looked over her shoulder at him. He was looking squarely out the windshield with a serious looking on his face. Abbey moved to sit up but he spoke first. "Don't sit up," He said as if he was trying not to move his lips to much.

"Tim?" Abbey whispered wondering if he was joking around, this didn't seem like a Tim kind of joke though.

Suddenly the windshield was smashed. Abbey screamed, closing her eyes she could feel Tim grab her arm and drag her underneath him. They were lying on the front seat of his truck Abbey lying in front of Tim, he had his arm over her and his head. She instinctively curled her legs up to her chest as the glass in his truck continued to be smashed in.

Had it not being the single most terrifying moment of her life Abbey might have notice just how close Tim was actually holding her. But now was not the time.

The smashing seemed to stop. Abbey was vaguely aware of the fact that Tim lifted his arm off of their heads and pulled away from her slightly only to cover her once again in an instant as the driver's side window was smashed in.

After a few seconds Tim let go of her and sat up slowly.

"Their gone," He said quietly. Abbey let go of her own head to look at him astonished.

" 'Their'? 'Their!?' Who the hell are 'they'!" She yelled sitting up herself. Because of the way she had been lying beside him and the way Tim had sat up some how Abbey's legs had managed to end up over Tim's legs. She quickly moved them so they were back in front of her.

"Guys from the team," He said opening the door to his truck.

"Guys from the team!? You mean your so called friends! What the fuck is this Tim!" She yelled at him staying in the passenger seat as Tim got out of the truck.

"Come on," He said waving her over to his side.

"No, not until you tell me what is going on!" He looked from her back to the street and then back at her. He looked annoyed at being forced into the conversation.

"I…I think it is about Lyla."

Abbey opened to her mouth to keep yelling but stopped and looked at him, "Oh, do you think Jason asked…"

Tim shrugged and shook his head, "Come on," He urged again. Abbey didn't have to be told twice with his tone of voice. She instantly shimmied over and got out of the car on his side.

She slipped on the broken glass that was on the pavement. Tim grabbed her by the arms. "Your shaking," He stated as if it was the weather.

"Yeah, well you know being in a car that is having its windows smashed in can do that to a person." She said shrugging, "I'll be fine I will just get your brother to drive me home."

"My brother isn't here," Abbey stared at Tim.

"What?"

Tim looked back at the street, "Look, why don't we go in the house,"

"Why?" Abbey snapped, he looked at her and she nodded. "Yeah sure, whatever,"

Abbey followed Tim up the driveway and into the house. He shut the door behind them.

"I can get Landry to come and pick me up."

"Look I don't know if they are still out there, maybe you should stay over." Abbey stared at Tim with her mouth open.

"You don't think they would like…attack me or something do you?" She asked shocked. Tim shrugged. Abbey shook her head. "Won't your brother be pissed," Tim stared at her as if she had just sprouted horns. "Right,"

Even Abbey knew that that was reaching; she was just trying to think of anyway to get out of this. The last thing she wanted to do was spend the night in the same house as Tim Riggins. And even if she had too, this was not how she had imagined it.

She ran a hand through her hair. "I dunno Tim," He looked at her.

"What? You can have my room, I'll sleep on the coach."

Abbey looked around the living room. "I…I don't have anything to sleep in."

Tim just stared at her, "Seriously? You can have a t-shirt of mine." The thought of having to sleep in a t-shirt belonging to Tim made Abbey's stomach tie itself in knots. "Look, I don't know what is going on out there, and I know the guys are…well anyway if they are drunk or something they won't have the same judgment and if anything happened to you…"

Abbey looked at him and shrugged. "Yeah, I'll go call my brother."

Billy sat at the counter drinking a cup of coffee; he had arrived at seven am. Tim sat up on the coach as the toast popped up in the toaster. Billy calmly grabbed the two pieces and proceeded to butter them.

"Whatsthetime?" Tim asked incoherently lying back down on the couch and pulling the blanket over his head.

"Two past eight little brother," Billy said swivelling around on the stool he was on to face Tim. Tim groaned, "I didn't know we could invite guests of the female nature to the house on such short notice now." Tim sat up and looked at him. "Oh yeah, Abbey Saracen just wondered through here about half an hour ago wearing one of your t-shirts…only your t-shirt."

Tim rubbed a hand over his face. "Yeah, something happened last night, I asked her to stay."

Billy nodded slowly, "Sure, I am guessing it has something to do with that fact that your truck is beat to hell outside."

"Pretty much," Tim threw himself off the couch and ambled into the kitchen. He reached for Billy's second piece of toast but Billy hit his hand away,

"This is for our guest."

Tim scowled at him and then shrugged. "I am going for a shower,"

Billy smiled knowingly, "Yeah good luck with that." Tim headed to the bathroom, Billy smiled wickedly but Tim couldn't see, "I turned the hot water on for my shower but you go ahead,"

"I will," Tim shouted over his shoulder.

Abbey flipped her hair back over her shoulder and continued to rinse the shampoo out of it. For one day at least she would have to smell like Axe body wash, it was a small price to pay. She couldn't wait to get out of the Riggins house. She hadn't slept a wink knowing she was in Tim's bed.

At around two in the morning the thought hit her that this was the bed he had slept in with Lyla and that had made her truly nauseous. Sure they might have been clean sheets but she knew and that was enough.

Suddenly the door opened and a shirtless Tim walked into the bathroom. Abbey knew she would rue the day she had a shower in a bathroom with no working lock on the door.

"TIM!!" She screamed grabbing the towel that was hanging from the curtain rod.

"OH MY GOD!" He yelled slamming the door shut. "I am so sorry!" He yelled through the door. "You bastard!" She could hear him yell down the hall.

Abbey stood there frozen with a towel wrapped around her that soon became soaking wet from the still running shower. In a flurry of wet blonde hair she got out of the shower threw on her clothes and dashed from the bathroom.

"See you at school." She yelled at no one in particular as she dashed through the living room and out of the front door. She ran all the way home in her soaking wet clothes.

A/N: Yeah I know short, was all that important but I thought I need a filler from the last three episodes, hope you like it.