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When I finally got there, I sighed and whined when I saw his sad little face behind those bars. It wasn't a full-fledged prison, but it was still a dirty old cell in the police station.

He looked up at me and cringed. "You're mad?"

I sighed again, pushing hair behind my ear. "Nope."

He grinned. "Good." Then he whipped out a little metal cup and started dragging it across the bars, with a cute puppy-dog look.

I rolled my eyes at him, stepping up to the counter and bringing out a checkbook.

Three Weeks Later...

"I don't wanna have to face your mom!" Duncan and I were driving out to the hospital my daddy was staying at. Mom had to do something 'important', so she was having me stay by his side since he was still suffering a little memory loss from Duncan's beating.

I shiver crept up my spine. He had looked so sexy. "I already told you: my mom won't be there. It'll just be you, me, and my dad."

"Yeah," Duncan said, turning left a few blocks away from the medical center, "but what's your dad gonna do to me? He probly hates me even more than he did before. And I dunno if that's possible. I mean, seriously, Court. I almost killed him. He forgot half the stuff he knows."

I shrugged. "Then he probably forgot it was you who tried to kill him."

He glanced over and smirked at me. "That's what I love about my Princess." He cupped my hand in his, bringing them up to kiss mine.

I just giggled, gazing at him lovingly. Hey, once you got past the mohawk, the piercings and the badass tude, he was so adorably cute!

He sighed. "I just really don't wanna see him."

"Who knows?" I yawned, stretching out my free arm. "Maybe something good'll come out of this."

He scoffed while he looked for a decent place to park. "That's likely."

"Duncan!" my dad chorused as soon as we stepped into the room. He was grinning ear-to-ear, waving to him.

Duncan spun and looked at me in shock and disbelief. "What the fuck?" he mouthed.

I slapped his arm. "Bad. Say frack."

"Uh, hey, Mr. C." He ignored me and sat down in a plastic chair next to Daddy cautiously, waiting for an attack to spring up on him.

Daddy just kept on smiling. His arms had multiple IVs and other wires and needles dangling about. He also had a couple bandages wrapped around his head. "Well, I didn't expect to see you here, today! What a surprise! It's so nice to see you again, Duncan!"

Duncan's mouth dropped open. "It–it is?"

"Why, of course! You'll always be my favorite son-in-law!"

Duncan mouth got wider, along with his eyes, and he turned his head slowly to gawk at me in unbelievable shock.

I shrugged, freaked out. "Uh, Daddy...we're not married, you know. He's just my boyfriend."

The grin didn't falter. "I know, but why not prepare for the future!" He reached across the bed for Duncan, offering a hug.

Duncan ignored it, still gaping at me with horrified eyes. "Court? Can I...uh...can I talk to you for a second outside?"

I nodded vigorously. My...god. "Uh-huh." I grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the door, slamming it and running down the hall. "Oh..my god."

Duncan looked twice as freaked as I felt. "Holy crap. Is...is he gay?"

I stomped down on his foot, giving him a dirty look. "No, he is not GAY! I think the memory loss caused him to forget that he hates you!"

He still looked dumbfounded. Then he scoffed and chuckled. "I don't think he could ever forget that."

"Then why else would he be acting this way?" I started pacing in a little circle. "This isn't right. I'm not used to him liking my boyfriends."

He smirked devilishly. "Well, why not milk this as long as we can?" He ran his fingers through his hair to make his mohawk higher, and strolled back into the room. "Mr. C! How 'bout that hug?"

I groaned. "Oh god."

For the next three hours, I was their lackey; I kept making trips back and forth to the cafeteria, Target, and anywhere they sent me! Even to the Circle K to grab some beer. I had never known my dad was a drinker. I was about to hand him one when a nurse came in and yelled at me for giving it to someone as sick as he was. Hey, he's the one who made me. Then the boys sent me to Wal-Mart, begging for a DVD player so they could watch something good. Guess the hospital channels were crappy.

I walked in with a case of Martinelli's (apple cider, but didn't I deserve a drink, too?) and a portable DVD player, Daddy and Duncan watching Family Guy on the TV on the wall across from them. "Okay. Here's the DVD thingie. How's the Family Guy today? Funny?"

Duncan rolled his eyes and sighed super-dramatically. "It's the pilot for The Cleveland Show, Princess, and Cleveland just got Lois and Bonnie to make out."

"Sweet chick-on-chick action." Daddy high-fived Duncan, and my mouth dropped down to the floor, my hands on my hips.

"Daddy!" I scolded, picking my chin up from the linoleum tile. Okay, that was a joke. "Since when are you so disrespectful to women?"

"Since Duncan brought some fun into my life." They did a fist-bump thing...or whatever...and went back to watching The Clevey...Cleaver...Clammy whatever.

I plopped down onto a chair next to Duncan and said, "Hey, it's getting kind of late. Maybe we should..." I tiptoed my fingers up his arm. "...you know...get home."

He smirked at me, getting the idea. "Okay."

"What the hell? HE gets his own show?!" Stewie shouted on the TV, making Daddy laugh his head off.

Duncan and I got in the car shortly thereafter, not talking as we drove. Finally, out of frustration, I said, "You're taking this too far."

"What, your dad liking me?" he asked incredulously. "You always wanted him to accept me. Now he does. What's the problem?"

"The problem is, is that he doesn't really like you. And as soon as he remembers, things are just going to go back to the way they were, and he'll be mad about you taking advantage of him while in his lost-memory state."

He turned to me as I drove and smiled, putting an arm around my shoulder. He got got an inch from me face. "You know, darlin'," he sweet-talked in a Quagmire voice that was so good it was almost scary, "you're hot when you worry."

"Really?" I giggled, letting him kiss me. I moaned, leaning into his lips. God, did he have to be so alluring? I got on my knees and started to lean over the console. His tongue squirmed its way into my mouth, as mine did his. I completely forgot I was driving.

A loud honk on front of us had me screaming. I jumped back into my seat and swerved around it. We crashed and bumped, hitting little tiny dirt mountains, driving our car into a deep ditch off the side of the road.

Duncan threw his door open and tripped out, his face landing in mud. "Aw, SHIT!"

I got out too, glancing around at the gigantic pothole. "Oh my god. What're we gonna do?" I ran around to help brush the mud off him.

"We?" He gave me a dirty look – no pun intended – wiping the filth from his face. "You're the one who drove us off the road."

"I am not–" Out of the clear blue, projectile vomit flew out of my mouth, going all over his shoes. I coughed and sputtered, him reaching over and yanking back my hair for me, which I appreciated. I bent over my knees and held my chest. "Blech! EW!"

"Frack. Why are you puking?" He helped me stand shakily, holding my arms and brushing lose strands of hair from my face.

I pulled away from him. "I don't know, okay?!" I snapped, swiping the back of my hand across my mouth. "Maybe it's from you yelling at me!"

"Oh, now this is my fault." He folded his arms and glowered. "I have no control over your...puke muscles," he retorted, waving a hand around.

I gawked at him like he was sound kinda idiot. "Puke muscles? How stupid can you be?!"

"Whatever." Heading to the back of the car, he pushed and shoved on the rear door with his shoulder. "Damn it. It's stuck."

"Well, no duh, Captain Obvious." I maneuvered my hand through my purse to locate my cell phone, also bringing out my AAA card. I dialed the number and waited patiently as Duncan fumed.

"Stuck in a frackin' ditch." He stomped and stormed around in a little circle as I quietly spoke to the woman on the phone, arranging a tow truck. "Oh, look at me. Stuck in a moronic hole."

"How'd this happen?" she asked.

"Son of a bitch," Duncan was muttering. "Drove off the road, almost got us killed, scraped up my Suzie."

"I barely call this almost getting killed!" I hissed under my breath to him. "It's a ditch! Maybe you shouldn't've been kissing me!"

"Ma'am?"

"Uhm..." I bit my lip, working out an excuse in my brain to feed to the lady on the other line. "...we swerved and lost control to avoid...hitting an animal! Hitting an animal."

She paused and smacked her lips once. "Ooo-kaaaay."

When the tow truck driver arrived, I sighed out in relief when he easily lifted our car out of the hole its tires were stuck in. Duncan was still grumbling, about costs this time. "Freaking hundred bucks to touch my car. Rip off, scam artists, that's what they are." He threw some cash at the big, sweaty, balding man. "Hope yer proud of yerself." The man scrambled to pick up the loose bills, examined the amount and said, "What, no tip?"

Duncan gave him and icy, blank scowl, slamming the driver door and giving him the finger before he drove off.

After a few minutes of waiting impatiently for him to calm down, I said, "I wanted to drive," pouting and looking to my right out the window.

He glared at the road in front of him. "You drove us off the road, you puked on my Converse. The least you could do is let me drive home." I was about to protest when he pulled his fingers through his green hair, dragging it over his face as he exhaled like a bull.

I gave him a sidelong, skeptic glance. How long was he gonna be mad? "Um... thanks for saying 'frack' earlier? I, uh, appreciated it."

He frowned and shrugged one shoulder, pulling up to our apartment building. "Whatever," he said, bleak and uncaring.

I scrunched up my nose at his sour-ass attitude, angrily pushing open the passenger door before he fully stopped, slamming it and power-walking up to the entrance.

He sighed as I slowly got out of sight. "Princess? Come back," he called after me, bored. "Don't be that way."

I pulled the card key out of my pocket – Duncan had given me one that his brothers had brought – shoving the heavy metal door open and storming up to our apartment once it was unlocked. I sped to the elevator, the front door almost chopping Duncan's hand off before it closed. He grabbed it and yanked it open, just to be stopped when the elevator closed before he could reach me.

I smiled smugly to myself as it slowly moved upward, also tapping my shoe because I wished it went faster. I got up to our room and slid the card key in the reader, storming my way inside. I had no idea in hell why I was this pissed, but it almost felt good. I mean, I did drive off the road, so I guess Duncan had a little right to be upset. But, pfft. He was acting like I was this stupid drunk who raced cops on the freeway! He was totally overreacting.

I left the front door open. Oh, well.

"Princess," Duncan whined from behind, shutting it.

"Don't talk to me," I said in a frustrated, singsong voice, running into our room and kicking it closed, locking it. I sat down in the middle of the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. Without warning, I big sob burst out of my lips, and I started crying. It seemed perfectly reasonable to be crying right now. But why? I wondered. Usually I get pissed, not this emotionally upset.

The door swung open, and Duncan stood against the frame, flicking his wrist and bouncing a little brass key in his hand. He stopped and looked at me with a perplexed, dumb expression. "Why are you crying?"

I shrugged. Why was I crying? "I dunno," I mumbled, wiping my eyes and turning away from him. He came over and wrapped his arms around me, but I moved away. "Go away. I don't wanna see you."

"This is my apartment, and this is my room. I'll stay if I want to."

I glared icily at him. "I wanna be alone."

He moved closer, hovering by my face. "No, you don't." Here we go again...

"Oh, yes, I do."

He just smirked at me, unwrapping my arms from my knees and pinning them to my side. "Kiss me," he breathed.

I wrinkled my nose. "Why?"

"Because you know you want to."

I started to feel giggly, said giggles spurting out of me. "Yeah, I do."

"Rawr," he purred, crushing his lips against mine and pushing us back, him lying on top of me. His moods are so touch-and-go.

"Picking up right where we left off," I muttered as me made out, it being muffled and really sounding like Packin ight weft oof. I let out a small moan as he worked his hands under my shirt, rubbing my stomach sexily.

I put my hands around his neck and pulled him in deeper, letting go of our lip-lock so he could kiss my neck. We were squirming around and kissing hungrily, laughing and starting to wrestle. "Let go," I squealed, him rolling over and holding me down.

"Make me," he whispered in my ear, holding the edge of my shirt and slipping it over my head as I giggled.

"Fine, I will." I swiftly put a leg around his, flipping us over so I was the one on top. "Ha."

"Impressive," he commented, holding the back on my neck and leaning in to kiss me again.

I laughed, trying to wiggle away but instead rolled off the bed onto the floor. "Ah!" But I continued to laugh, him joining in as he reached a hand out to me. My giggles were cut off abruptly when I spotted something under the bed, behind an old bottle of Pepsi. I stuck my hand under, grabbing the little yellow wrapper and letting out a small shriek.

"What?! What is it?!" Duncan asked urgently, hopping down. "Did something bite you?"

I sat up slowly and held the unused condom out to him. "Tell me this isn't what I think it is."

He shrugged stupidly and pursed his lips. "Okaaay...it's not a condom. It's a little rubber balloon."

I shook my head, panic filling my body, from my head down to my toes. "No," I squeaked. "Remember? This is the condom I gave you to use almost a month and a half ago."

His eyes widened, and he understood. "Oh...god. Well...you can't be– You've been having yer, yer...thing...right?"

"I...I don't know..." I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think back, counting. I couldn't even remember when my last period was, to be truthful. With moving into Duncan's, all the police charges, Daddy being sick, and Mom shouting at me over the phone for hours...I had completely forgotten I'd missed. I opened my eyes and looked at Duncan urgently, sadly. I couldn't find my voice. I swallowed, and shook my head no violently.

He pursed his lips again and rubbed his forehead. "Shit."

I popped up, fanning my face with my hands and bouncing around the room. I finally got my voice back, and I was shrieking. "Oh my god! I can't be!"

OH MY GOSH! Whoa. Duncan may be an idiot, but he's a HOT idiot. So that makes up for it. Huh? Am I right? Ladies? Thanks to tdiDXC123 for ideas! UR AWESOME!