The police had knocked him to the ground and had him in the squad car five minutes later. It wasn't the first time he had been arrested, but it was the most serious charge he'd ever been faced with. The cops hadn't been too happy with him; they reminded him constantly that the boy he hit was only 19, and most likely dead. For some reason it actually bothered him, not a lot of course, but just a little bit. The look and that smile still haunted his mind; he had a feeling he would spend a lot more time than usual drinking and a lot less sleeping. He couldn't figure out why the kid, Stuart, Stuart Pot that was his name. Why hadn't he moved out of the way, was he stoned at work, and why had he smiled like that when he looked at the guy who hit him with the van? Just another idiot, everybody around him was a complete and utter moron.

If the kid died then that was one less idiot in the world.

The attempt at not caring actually made him feel angry towards himself for such a thought. Seriously why in hell's good name was this bothering him so much?

A cop approached the cell with a middle aged man by his side. Murdoc studied the other man; he was short, chubby, in a tweed suit, thick black framed glasses, thick brown mustache, thinning hair, and carrying a brief case. Great they got him the most pathetic lawyer they could find in the whole of England.

"I'm Mr. Turner and you must be Mr. Niccals."

Murdoc rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. The cop opened the door allowing the lawyer inside; Murdoc looked up at the cop who only looked down at him with hate. They always hated him and Murdoc quite enjoyed it.

"So 'ow screwed am I?"

"Depends how you want to go about this. The boy that you ran over; Stuart Pot, age 19, he's in college, and was working at the record shop you crashed into the other day. The doctors assumed the worst, his parents certainly had. He isn't dead though, that's the good news, especially for you Mr. Niccals." The lawyer said smiling gleefully.

Murdoc raised an eyebrow under his shaggy mess of black hair as he stared up at the older man.

"Why is tat good news fer me if te kid is alive then?"

"Well I managed to work a deal with Mr. Pot's parents and the court, if you sign these papers I have here with me that state you will take full time care of Stuart as well as some community service during the week days then you'll be out of here today and back home."

"What do ya mean take care of him, don't his parents want him?"

The older man sighed and pulled at his tie.

"Stuart isn't in great shape; he's not in a coma, more like an unresponsive state to put it simply. They aren't quite sure when he will come out of it, yes his mother is a nurse, but the court figured it would make more sense if you were his guardian for this time."

He could feel himself getting annoyed; it wasn't like he had many choices. He kind of wanted to see the boy again, though that blood filled eye still scared him when he closed his eyes and pictured it.

"Fine I'll take care of 'im."

"Excellent; now if you'll just sign these, I'll get them back to the court, and you'll be back home in no time." The older man said excitedly as he handed the forms over to the messy haired man who only whispered obscenities as he signed his name.