ok, here's the next bit, sorry its short and took so long, i was just busy, and had no inspiration...

anyways, pls read...

When Amy got back to the hotel her makeup was all over her face and her eyes were red. When she had left Doris' place Holly still hadn't come home and Doris promised she'd call if she needed her. She here she was, standing outside PJ's door trying to build up enough courage to knock, to let him see her like this, and help her…

"Amy, are you ok?" someone called form behind her.

"PJ, yeah I'm…no, everything's screwed up and I have no idea how to fix it…"

"…come in." he said opening his door and following her inside. "So, what's wrong?"

"Everything."

"Ok, specifically?"

"well, I haven't been any help on my parents case, I've kinda been hurting it more than helping, and I've just found out a really good old friend of mine is dieing form cancer and I need to take care of her granddaughter, who is my daughter anyway." she said quickly, so it fit into one breath.

"Well…" there was a long silence while he thought about what to say "you have helped on your parents' case, you just don't know it, and I'm sorry about your friend, and…"

"…my daughter" Amy finished sensing his discomfort.

"Yeah…umm I think it's great, and sad, and…very confusing to be honest with you."

"Right, what's confusing?" she asked through her tears.

"Well…who's her (cough) father?" he asked sympathetically.

"You don't…oh, nah not him, but he was…just some guy I met in Melbourne, we dated…but it was never that serious."

"Ok," he said rubbing her back.

They sat there for a while, PJ comforting her, Amy thinking and occasionally sobbing into his chest.

"Well…" Amy said standing up and grabbing her jacket.

"Uhh yeah…" PJ said also standing.

"Uhh, I should Uhh, go." Amy muttered uncomfortably.

"Yeah, I guess so." He replied opening the door for her.

"Well, thanks…and goodnight."

"Night Amy." PJ smiled and closed his door. 'Well that was…interesting.' He thought.

'Wow, that was really strange, and uncomfortable, but kinda nice.' She thought walking back to her room.

"Amy?" she turned around to see Holly standing there, tears streaking her face and smudging her makeup.

"Holly, I'm so sorry." She said slowly walking up to her. Holly just stood there and looked at her so Amy stopped.

"Mum?" she suddenly asked.

"Yeah." Amy barely squeaked as holly ran up to her and hugged her.

"I missed you, please don't leave again."

"I wont, I promise…I love you."

"I love you too." They hugged in silence, both letting more tears slide down heir cheeks.

"So I'll be moving to Mt Thomas with you?" holly asked half an hour later sitting in Amy's hotel room.

"Not if you don't want to, we could go somewhere new, have a fresh start, but I can't stay here…"

"I understand, kinda."

"So, what do you wanna do?"

"Uhh, is Mt Thomas nice?"

"It's a smallish country town that has more crime than here and all the surrounding suburbs put together."

"But that's not saying much"

"No, I guess it's not." They laughed.

"Lets try Mt Thomas, if I hate it we can always move, cant we?"

"Yeah, of course." Amy replied, extremely happy she would get to stay in the town she now thought of as home. "I think I should get you home, Doris' probably going nuts now, wondering where you are."

"Yeah, I guess, how long will you be staying?"

"Probably until you're…ready to go." She said sadly, pulling Holly to her feet and grabbing her keys.

THE NEXT MORNING 10am:

"So, Tyler…why'd you kill Robert and Mary Fox?" Garth asked the 40 something old man.

"Hah, I didn't kill no one, what you talking bout?"

"82, something about drugs, TALK!" he said advancing on him, looking really scary.

"Uhh, sorry dunno, why'd you care, it's been…" he paused and started counting on his fingers.

"You're gunna need your toes too" Garth said laughing at the grown man who couldn't count, probably fried his brain.

"23 years." PJ said impatiently.

"Right 23 years."

"Because, they need justice, and it was your gun that killed them." Garth threatened again, obviously playing the 'bad cop'.

"So, start explaining or we'll just lock you up." PJ said, playing the reasonable cop, which he was.

"Fine, fine, but I didn't kill no one, I lent it out to my mate ranga, he said it was jus for scare, so he could get his 'stuff' off the newbies. They weren't a threat, or he'd take the riffle, bloody psycho he is, once he used an axe…"

"…thanks we get the idea." PJ interrupted before he described, in detail, what his 'mate' did to someone.

"Right well anyway, he comes back, said they were more difficult than they shulda bin, so he killed em, in their home, didn't know where the kid was…but he got the stuff."

"Where is he?" PJ asked getting right into his face.

"Last time I saw him was years ago, but he still hangs with worm and roo…try roo, he's not too smart…"

"Like someone else I know." Garth muttered to PJ and he smiled.

"…and he just got busted on drugs charges"

"Right, we'll be back for you, don't go anywhere." They laughed as they walked out.

"Ha ha, very funny," he said sarcastically as he tried to move his arms, which were handcuffed to the chair he was sitting on.

Ok, I know it's really short, but I just liked that place to stop, leave it on a highish note.

So, this is nearly done, I've decided to start a new story when Amy and Holly go to Mt Thomas.

Do you think TREX is lying or did Ranga do it, or was it Roo or Worm?

Wanna try and guess how I got their nicknames?

Ok, thanx 4 ur reviews, and keep them coming

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