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Because Gaslight Saxophone I have decided to point something out; this is a fan fiction! A story written by a fan that will never come true! A story that is written in the author's view of things! Not every story about Homer Simpson will have him shoving donuts down his throat and making love to Marge. Either G.S. can't understand that or they worship Homer…either way, I blocked them because I do not like flamers.

If anyone has a problem with me portraying Homer as a depressed upset drunk who has more free time on his hands to do whatever since the kids are gone, stop reading this story because I will NOT apologize for offending you if that is the case.

However, if you're reading this and thinking you couldn't care about how I portray the characters in my FAN FICTION STORY, then please continue reading. Moving onto the story…

"We the jury find the defendant…guilty! Ah ha ha." Old and gray Dr. Hibbert stood, the laugh at the end purely instinctive as breathing. Of course this accidental laugh was far from being comical and it certainly did not lighten the dark tense mood.

Several people clapped and cheered. "At last!" They cried out for justice served. Others stood up and just started to leave, whispering to their friends what they thought of the trial process. Some smiled but remained quiet, lingering in their seats to watch a horror stricken ex clown be taken away. Lisa and Marge just sat there, wiping their eyes as though the tears were involuntary; perhaps they were.

After the courtroom was nearly empty and after heaving several 'I hope he rots for what he did to your poor son/brother', Lisa stood and walked out. One would think that since Sideshow Bob had been sent to jail several times, he wouldn't look so…terrified, so insulted, betrayed, so…pitiful! Usually he just grumbled with an annoyed look plastered onto his face and that's it; yet moments ago he looked like a puppy kicked.

Exiting the courthouse, Marge gave a soft cry but sniffed immediately afterwards, trying to keep control. They needed to stop by the store to get a few things since Lisa was probably going to be staying a few days…but that could wait. For now, all she wanted to do was go home and sit in her son's room.

Lying in her bed, Lisa looked around her room. Just like this house, it was frozen in time. It possessed everything she had in it when she left home at age 17. Everything from advanced microscopes to posters of people who have won the Nobel Prize, it was home. She recalled a time when she would lie in bed near the window, staring up at the posters of the Nobel Prizes and wonder if she'd ever get one.

Once when she had just entered high school, she had made a rather large diagram of the human DNA strand with the letters carved onto the balls which were really colored ping pong balls. It was nearly three feet long and held up by the structure itself, nothing more.

She had been so furious when Martin, in hopes of beating her, threw a piece of his experiment at it which made it shatter into broken pieces. In such distraught, she had started to cry despite her age…and instead of her older brother picking on her like he used to, he helped her. He got all the pieces and distracted the Judges while she finished re-building it.

She had won because of Bart.

Chuckling softly, she turned onto her side and stared out the window. The tree house which now was being covered in moss and bugs was in her view. How many times had her family taken refuge there? When Marge kicked Homer out, he stayed in that thing…and replaced Marge with a tree shrub for a while. It was where Milhouse first made out (not that Lisa wanted to know that). It was where Bart would hide and throw spitballs at Lisa. It was Bart's little house away from home.

Wiping away a few stray tears, she let out a tearful laugh as she recalled so many incidents. It was so hard to picture him gone, to realize he was gone for real. Part of her expected him to jump into the window or break through the door and attack her with a water gun. She half expected him to appear out of nowhere and shout, "I fooled you! Eat my shorts!"

But he was dead…

All because of Sideshow Bob who was now serving the rest of his life in prison. But…Lisa's brows furrowed, confusion entering her mind. He had seemed to…insisting on the fact that he was innocent although his story was weak. This was a man who was a genius in some matters and yet the best story he could come up with was 'I was roaming the streets' while there's no witnesses!

Turning in her bed, she closed her eyes with a sigh…something did not add up right. In her gut and heart she knew this. Rubbing her eyes, she attempted to sleep with only one thought in her mind; she'd go see Bob tomorrow.

Next chapter: Seeing Sideshow Bob! Review!