Thanks for the reviews! (and the lovely compliment
)
LOL. Let's hope 'Mrs Finch' knows what she's getting into. :lol:
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Gables Estates, house
Lori: *shuts door* We're not finished.
Scott: I'm not going to argue with you.
Steph: *sitting on stairs, looking into room*
Lori: Well too bad because you can't just decide something without me and then run away when I don't agree. I have family here, she can stay with them.
Scott: What about my family? They suddenly don't count because you don't like them?
Lori: Your family is a bunch of rich snobs. And in case you forgot, they were horrible to me. Hell, they certainly don't give you any breaks either.
Scott: That's just the way they are.
Lori: *crosses arms* I won't have it. If it means us never leaving this house again, so be it because I'm not putting my daughter within 10
feet of that woman.
Scott: She has the legal right to see her.
Lori: I don't care! I have the legal right to get a boob job, it doesn't mean I will!
Scott: This is a little different.
Lori: She's not going! End of story!
Scott: If you just consider it, m-
Lori: You didn't bother discussing it with me the first time! Why the hell should I consider it now!
Scott: Because we're discussing it now.
Lori: Scott, I swear to God sometimes I just want to wring your neck. This is so typical of you! You tell me things at the last second and that's only when I ask what the hell's going on! And then you arrogantly pretend to be diplomatic and calm so I end up looking like the crazy bitch! I'M GETTING TIRED OF THIS!
Scott: Lori, I didn't mea-
Lori: *slams fist into Scott's face*
Scott: *staggers back, holds chin*
Steph: *staring blankly*
Scott: *looks down at hand*
Lori: *frowning*
Scott: Excuse me. *walks away*
Lori: *rubs forehead*
Bedroom
Lori: *opens door*
Scott: *reading book*
Lori: ...Can I come in?
Scott: *flips page*
Lori: *steps in, shuts door*
Scott: *staring down at book*
Lori: ...I reacted badly.
Scott: *turns page*
Lori: I know what I did was wrong and there is no excuse.
Scott: *closes book, lifts head*
Lori: I apologize. It won't happen again. So. *smiles nervously* All is forgiven?
Scott: *staring at Lori*
Lori: *smile fades* Um...*scratches head*...you're supposed to tell me that I'm forgiven and everything will be okay.
Scott: *shakes head*
Lori: *runs over, sits on bed* I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever you want.
Scott: I want you to leave me alone for a couple hours.
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Please.
Lori: *nods* Sure. *stands, leaves*
Scott: *sigh*
Miami café, 2 hours later
Scott: *sips coffee, reading newspaper*
Amy: *looks over* Scott?
Scott: *lifts head*
Amy: *smiles* Scott Finch! *laughs, walks over* Funny running into you.
Scott: *smiles, stands* It's nice to see you, Amy.
Amy: *wraps arms around Scott* How are you?
Scott: I'm alright. And yourself?
Amy: *lets go* Oh I'm fine. Decided to come down and get some sun. You mind if I join you?
Scott: Please, have a seat. *pulls out chair*
Amy: *sits*
Scott: *walks around table, sits*
Amy: I was hoping to visit Tom this evening, do you know if he's working?
Scott: Tom. Uh...I don't think it's such a good idea.
Amy: Why not? Is he okay?
Scott: A little while ago, he was...shot. Trying to save a family.
Amy: Oh my God. Was he killed?
Scott: No. But he lost a lot of blood and his brain was without oxygen for some time. He doesn't remember any of it.
Amy: Wow. That's awful.
Scott: The thing is...he's lost maybe a couple years.
Amy: *stares at Scott*
Scott: He probably doesn't even know you exist.
Amy: ...Geez.
Scott: Aside from that, he's his usual self. He's back at work.
Amy: I guess it's a good idea I didn't just head straight there, huh.
Scott: Probably.
Amy: *shakes head* The things that can happen in this life, y'know?
Scott: *nods*
Amy: Would I be crazy if I said sometimes I wish I had been knocked on the head so I didn't remember some of the things I've seen?
Scott: No, not at all. I know how you feel.
Amy: Have you tried? I mean, have you done anything stupid to make it all go away?
Scott: *looks down at table, nods*
Amy: *scoffs* I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
Scott: I tried to kill myself.
Amy: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Lori stopped me.
Amy: ...If she hadn't, would you have done it?
Scott: I don't know. But I'm thankful she
was there. *lifts eyes* When I'm with her...when I wake up next to her...sometimes that's enough to make me forget there's anything wrong in this world.
Amy: You must love her very much.
Scott: *nods*
Amy: *fiddles with paper*
Scott: So what about you?
Amy: I tried to buy a time machine from Ebay.
Scott: *smiles*
Amy: *laughs* Yeah apparently those don't exist. What can I say, I was desperate and hoped things would play out a little differently.
Scott: Well you never know what kind of technology the human race will come up with in the next 50 years.
Amy: 50? Screw that, I'll probably have alzheimers by then. Job well done I say.
Scott: *smiling*
TBC.......................................
