This is one present you can open early. This is thankfully longer. And again I thank Cer for her drawings, I wonder if she'll ever read this. I'm sorry if any southerners are offended, I was trying to make Carrie as different from Doyle as possible, and I figured the whole 'Dad with a shotgun.' would be funny.

Allycat18- Here's some more dude.

Kishira- I hope this will make you feel the same thing.

chris- Ruthi is a pretty heart wrenching character, although she wouldn't like you calling her that.

Cheesy- Please ignore the few errors, I hope this chapters better.

anon- Yes, this is awesome.

"That no-good, rotten, evil, daughter- stealing, devil worshiper!" Bill 'old man' Maccaly cursed. He just heard from some farmhands that they saw Donny Scotts fly in.

Old man Maccaly still remembered when he landed in his cornfield twelve years ago. His youngest daughter, Carrie, went out to make sure he was okay, even though he forbid her from going. And even though he tried so hard to keep them apart, Donny always found a way to get to her. He even tried to get Carrie married, but he found out, and married Carrie instead!

Maccaly growled and cocked his shotgun. Donny Scotts won't be leaving any time soon. Meanwhile, a farmhand adjusted his hat and lay down by the river. He put his hat over his face, hiding his smirk, eyes, and bright red hair.

The Saturdays (minus Fisk, they figured he would stand out too much) passed by the worn sign that said, "Welcome to Hollows Hill" taking in the scenery. There were more farms then buildings, a few barns, and some livestock. Hollows Hill was the last place you would think of looking for Doyle.

Zak spotted an old man in overalls carrying a shotgun. He was tall, wiry and losing his white hair. There was also this crazed look in his eyes. Zak was about to ask him if he knew where Doyle was, or why he was carrying a shotgun, but before he was able to, the old man turned around and stared at him.

"Kid, you seen a scoundrel bout this tall?" the old man spoke in a rough southern accent and started waving his hands. "Broad shoulders, red hair sticken out back of his head like shark fins." The old man started to creep Zak out. He shook his head then started to back away slowly, but the man wasn't done. "Well, y'all better watch out for him, that's Donny Scotts, heard he flew in like a rocket." Zak suddenly got interested. "Wait, I think you should, umm, warn my parents too, yeah I'll get them" Zak said quickly before running to get Doc and Drew, who were busy talking to another local.

"Mom, Dad! Someone knows about Doyle!" He said, pulling on Doc's arm trying to get him to follow. The old man was still there, with his shotgun. "Donny Scotts? He stole my daughter, Carrie!" The Saturdays looked at each other, now they knew it was Doyle.

"Yes, we knew that," Doc said, trying to calm Mr. Maccaly down. "Do you know where he is?" Maccaly shook his head. "If I knew where that no good varmint was, I'd shoot him right between the eyes!" he positioned his gun to demonstrate. The Saturdays stared at him before backing away slowly.

Maccaly noticed and started to yell "Oh I scare y'all, huh! Well, he's an alien!" Drew looked up at Doc and said sarcastically "Well, he was helpful." "At least now we know who to ask about." Doc defended himself. "What I want to know is why he would call himself 'Donny Scotts'?" Zak answered "Maybe to hide from Van Rook, or, Argost, or..." Zak stopped, but it was obvious what he was going to say.

They searched around but 'Donny Scotts' wasn't there. They stopped by the river to regroup, when they saw a farmhand lying by the river. His hat was over his face, concealing his features. There was something familiar about him.

Drew went over to shake his shoulder, to wake him up. "Excuse me." Drew said "Howdy." The farmhand muttered his hellos, not taking the hat of his face. "Have you met anyone named Donny Scotts?" Doc asked. "Nah," the man said. "Y'all looken' for him?" The Saturdays looked at him he seemed trustworthy enough. "Yes, he's my brother." Drew stated. The farmhand chuckled, "well, Ms. Scotts, I'm looken' for a member of my family, too." "Who?" Zak asked, curious. "My daughter, she ran away a while ago, an' she might be 'round here." The farmhand got up and started walking away, showing his bright red hair.

The Saturdays realized who they were talking to. "Doyle!" Drew yelled, and started running after him. The farmhand looked back, adjusted his hat, smirked, and Doyle took off running. Zak and Doc chased after him, but Doyle was fast. Eventually Zak tackled him and they ended up rolling down the hill. "Okay! Okay! I surrender!" Doyle yelled, Zak got off him, letting Doyle get up.

He looked around and visibly paled. "Doyle!" Doc yelled coming down the hill. "What's going on?" "I'll tell you, but be quiet." Doyle whispered, looking around nervously. Drew came down from the hill. "What's gotten into you?" She asked, Drew never saw her brother act like this before. The sound of a gun cocked, made her turn around, and she saw what scared Doyle so much.

Maccaly was on the hill; his shotgun aimed for Doyle's head. Bang! Doyle ducked just in time, and the hat he used to cover his face had a bullet hole through the middle. "Run." he yelled and before Maccaly knew what happened, the Saturdays were gone.

"Grr" he growled before chasing after them cursing them. "Doyle, who is that?" Drew yelled to her brother. "I'll tell you later, for now, follow me!" Doyle yelled back and took the lead. He lead them through a forest, two rivers and by the time they figured he was lost he led them to an old church called Hollows Hill Christian church.

Doyle led them in then slammed the door shut. "Who was that?" Doc asked Doyle. Doyle opened his mouth to respond when "That would be Doyle's Father in law." Doc, Drew, and Zak turned around and saw an elderly priest with a cane walking towards them.

Doyle recognized him immediately. "Father Garrison!" Doyle exclaimed. "Father, this is…" He was cut off by Father Garrison, "Doc, Drew, and this young fellow must be Zak, Doyle told me much about you." He looked up at Doc "I hope you found your manhood and self respect." Doc glared at Doyle.

Doyle tried not to laugh and looked at Father Garrison "Father, I'll go and change." Father Garrison nodded, and Doyle went into another part of the church.

Father Garrison looked at the Saturdays and said, "How did you figure he would be here?" "When Doyle left, he left his stuff," Drew admitted, "He left this." She held out Doyle's photo album. Father Garrison smiled "I remember giving this to him and Carrie before they left, that's how I know him, because of Carrie."

"What was she like?" Zak asked. "She was kind and gentle, she wouldn't hurt a fly." Father Garrison replied "you know, when Doyle came here after you fired him, the first thing he said was 'I need to confess', so I took him to the confessionals and he explained everything. About Van Rook, about Kur, and about you."

His smile faltered "Doyle has lost his family far too many times, first Drew and his parents, then Carrie, then Ruthi, then he lost you again." "But were still here!" Zak said. Father Garrison chuckled, "You sound just like Ruthi. She visited me every summer, with a backpack full of gadgets. She's a nice kid."

"She went to jail!" Doc exclaimed, "Are we forgetting that?" "She's not a bad kid," Father Garrison said, "She was dealt a bad hand in life, just like her father." "Are we talking about the same Doyle?" Doc asked.

"Doc!" Drew glared at him. "It depends, does your Doyle have a Mohawk, or broad shoulders?" Father Garrison asked. "Yes" Doc answered. "How about a daughter? You don't know Doyle, Dr. Saturday, I don't think I even know Doyle as well as I'd like to." Father Garrison said calmly,

"Ruthi isn't a bad girl, I know that underneath the rocky exterior, is a super genius with a tendency to get bored. Her best friend is her father, everyone else just thinks she's a delinquent, and underestimates her." "Wait, you're talking like she's still alive." Drew said. Father Garrison smiled like he knew a secret.

"One of the traits she gained from her father was his resilience, I have a feeling she's still alive." The sound of a jetpack filled the air. They rushed to the window where they saw Doyle fly off into the sky; a letter fell to the ground. Drew went outside and picked it up.

It read Dear Family, I'm sorry for leaving again, but I think Ruthi's still alive. When she was younger, I put a tracker in her arm, yeah, I know, I should have trusted her, but come on, you should talk, any ways, she left the remote here last time she came here. Next time I see you guys, hopefully Ruthi will be with me. – Doyle. P.S. Don't blame Father Garrison, he didn't know I'd do this.

Father Garrison smiled, "He lives in Sun City, California. God Bless you." He waved the Saturdays goodbye. "Fifth times the charm." he said to himself.

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