Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for the review. After seeing how my first lemon was a success and the votes for the poll. There will be a RigbyxEileen lemon and it will be in this story as a 3rd POV chapter later on.

Just to let you know, this story will get a lot more mature and dramatic from this point on: Just preparing you.

Part of this chapter is somewhat of a tribute to a very memorable day. But again, this is simply from my memories.

The Enemy is Down

MAY 2nd, 2011

It had been days since that dream with Margaret. I was actually afraid to go sleep, worried about what more these dreams would show me. Strangely though, I hadn't had any weird dreams ever since then.

But I shouldn't speak to soon.

I woke up, well rested, but still a little out of it. I saw my phone next to me with a blinking green notification light. That meant I got a new message: It was from Shell.

[Shell]: Osama Bin Laden is dead!

I shook my head in disbelief, then rubbed my eyes.

Was I reading this right?

No, no, this was a joke. I mean ten years and on a random day like this, we finally catch him?

I got out of bed and went downstairs and into the living room. There I saw the whole gang surrounding the TV: Skips, Benson, Rigby, Pops, all of them, looking at the big headline.

[Osama has been killed!]

This wasn't a joke. We actually did it. After all these years, 10 years we killed him. After seeing this I quickly went to the computer, just to see how many news websites had this as their top story, the comments people would make. Sure enough, I was right. The top story was "Osama is dead" It generated thousands of comments; too much for me to check out everyone. I planned to find another time to really spend time on this story. At the time though, I did text Ronnie and Margaret to see their opinions. Margaret was just as in shock as I was. Ronnie had said:

[Rhonda]: Yeah, it's crazy right? So unexpected.

[Me]: Never taut I see da day

That was a typo.

[Rhonda]: Omg, is my baby going gangsta? Lol

She called me baby… Aw, sheesh, Am I that desperate? She was joking.

[Me]: Lol, no. It was a typo

[Rhonda]: Aw, I was getting excited back there. :)

[Me]: Lol, anyway yeah, I don't really know how to feel about this. I'm glad we finally got him, I'm just not one to celebrate death, you know? Only exception is video games. In the end, I feel sorry for the bastard. He could have done right in his life, but instead took the other way.

[Rhonda]: I agree, he was a very troubled man :(

[Me]: I'm just worried about one thing though.

[Rhonda]: What's that?

[Me]: They could retaliate.

[Rhonda]: Oh no! Wait, that means "get back at" right?

[Me]: Yeah, for us killing their leader.

"Can you believe it Mordecai? We're living history." Rigby said while we were raking the leaves.

"Yeah, honestly I thought it would take forever. Still, it's not the end though," I said.

"Yeah, didn't you say something about them retaliating?"

"Yep."

"Man! Why can't it ever be easy, like in video games? You beat the boss and it's over, that's it."

I laughed in agreement, "If it was like that, things would be a lot easier in the world."

Everyone in the household was still talking about this. Pops needed a little explanation, seeing how we had told him a more toned down version of 9/11. Skips remained emotionless: Maybe it was something personal.

Later on that day, I decided to go to the coffee shop for a little downtime. It was probably the most packed I had ever seen it. Nearly every seat filled up and everyone watching the TV for the big story. People texting and calling their friends and family, hugging and crying with anyone near them. The people that died in 9/11, and the families that grieved, are now avenged by this man being brought to justice. It was a truly heart touching scene.

I took a seat where available, scoping to see where Margaret was.

"Mordecai!" Margaret yelled, spotting me behind the huge crowd.

"Margaret…" I said kind of shying down. After having that dream…it's just a little awkward being close to her.

Margaret got to my table, a little out of breath. "Lot of business today, the most I've seen all year. What a day…you know a lot of people I know were affected by 9/11; the people that died and the families that lost the ones they loved…it's quite a day for them." We both drifted into thought for a while. "Anyway, what's up with you?"

"Besides this, nothing much: You?"

"Well actually two things. My father is coming here tomorrow."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, he used to live in this city, before you and Rigby came. He owned a pawn shop not too far from here. He needed a break and decided to get some downtime in the country. He called me last week saying he's going to the pawn shop another shot."

"That's cool, looking forward to meeting him. What was the second thing?"

"Well, it's near the end of the school year for me. I have one more project to do and it's a big one."

"What is it?"

"I have to do a mathematics presentation on a subject that will be randomly given to me. The professor said I can have a partner to help me out, and doesn't have to attend the school."

"Who would that be?" I said playfully.

She laughed, "Want to be my partner?"

"Sure thing. We'll meet at your house tomorrow?"

"It can't be long. I have to get things ready for my dad; he has an apartment downtown, but I'm just letting him stay for a bit."

"Cool."

"Waitress!" a customer called.

"Coming!" Margaret responded. "Talk to you later Mordecai: Oh by the way, can I get you anything?"

"The regular please." I smiled.