Road Trip! The Final Frontier.

Bwaha. My thoughts mirror your location. Good question. :lol: For now I'll say their relationship won't ever be the same.

Thanks for the reviews ladies.

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Psych Facility

Scott: Bailey, just listen for a s-

Bailey: WHY DO YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME! Leave me alone! Go back to your stupid job in your stupid city and leave me the hell alone!

Scott: Why do you think I'm here!

Bailey: I don't know, to spy on me!

Scott: Just let me in, Bailey, we don't need to have this conversation in the hall.

Bailey: YOU RUINED MY LIFE!

Scott: You ruined it yourself by getting yourself in here!

Bailey: Go home, stop following me everywhere, Scott!

Scott: For the last time, I didn't follow you. You followed ME.

Bailey: You don't have any problems, you don't even belong here. I get that the food is good and there's free room and board but seriously!

Scott: First of all, it's not free. Secondly, if you had been paying attention in those group sessions, you would know I have a problem.

Bailey: What? You got fired from your job?

Scott: I didn't get fired.

Bailey: Well you haven't worked in years. Did you quit? I mean geez Scott, quitting on your first day of work is kind of stupid. I mean, you even called me to say you wanted to get there early to make a good impression. And then of course you called again at 8:45 in the morning when I was doing my hair. *rolls eyes* I got that you were excited but come on.

Scott: Would it have killed you to pick up?

Bailey: Would it have killed you to wait an hour?

Scott: Yes.

Bailey: *laughs*

Scott: *stares at Bailey*

Bailey: ...OH WAIT! You were in that big building, right? The one that has those levels at the top and then that big pike. A teeny plane hit it.

Scott: *frowns* That's the Empire State Building and that was 1945!

Bailey: Well then what was that other one?

Scott: You mean the World Trade Centre?

Bailey: *rubs chin* No, that's not the one. This one had two buildings.

Scott: The World Trade Centre.

Bailey: No, no that's not the one, these were big and grey. I went in one once, beautiful building. Solid too. *laughs* One of them unsinkable ships, just like Titanic. The pride of New York. You're a proud New Yorker, you should know which ones I'm talking about.

Scott: Okay, I think I need to sit down.

Bailey: Oh, why?

Scott: Because I'm going to throw up.

Bailey: Ew, not on me you're not. Here, come inside, I'll get you a garbage can.

Inside room

Scott: *sits on bed*

Bailey: *puts garbage can on floor* Gosh, you get like this once a year. Is this a back to school kind of thing?

Scott: What?

Bailey: Every September for the past few years, you get like this. You don't even want me to turn on the television. Must be all those back to school commercials. *looks at watch* But it's not September. This is December.

Scott: July.

Bailey: Same difference.

Lori: *walks past, stops* ...What's with him?

Bailey: He's sick.

Lori: Why? What happened?

Bailey: Premature back to school madness.

Lori: *lifts brow*

Bailey: That's why he's here. He needs to get over the madness. Hey is that why you quit your job?

Lori: Which job?

Bailey: Counting numbers for that big company. He was only there like one day. Oh oh I know what'll make you feel better! I learned a new song in group sessions yesterday. Everyone loves songs. *clears throat* IN THE AAAARMS OF THE ANGEL! FLY AWAYYYYY FROM HERE! FROM THIS DAAARK COOOLD HOTEL ROOOOM! AND THE ENDLESSNESS THAT YOU ...SOMETHING! YOU WERE PUUUULED FROM THE WRECKAGE OF YOUR S-

Scott: *vomits*

Bailey: Oh geez.

Lori: *walks in, sits on bed* Way to go.

Bailey: What? It's a pretty song. I thought he'd like it. Okay, I learned a Daughtry song that might lift your spirits. AND THEN I CRAAAASHED INTO YOU, AND I WENT UP IN FLAMES!

Scott: *groans*

Lori: *slaps Bailey* Knock it off.

Bailey: He doesn't like my singing?

Scott: *covering eyes*

Lori: Why don't you go get him a drink of water.

Bailey: Fine. *walks into bathroom*

Lori: *places hand on Scott's back* She sure knows how to lay it on thick, huh.

Scott: *runs hand through hair*

Bailey: *sings, running water* Posters hung on building walls of missing faces, months go by without the cause, the clues, or traces, they're gonna find you, you just believe, do do do do...

Scott/Lori: *look at Bailey*

Bailey: Daughtry's amazing.

Lori: *frowns*

Bailey: *hands over water* I can't help if I have a song stuck in my head. Do you want me to sing you some New York themed songs?

Scott: NO, no, you've done enough.

Bailey: *sits* Then what should I do to help?

Scott: You got a time machine in your makeup bag?

Bailey: ...No.

Scott: Then you can't help.

Lori: Bailey...*grabs paper and pen* Why don't you go down the library in here and look this up. That would be helping. *hands over paper*

Bailey: *looks down at paper* What is this, code?

Lori: Just go.

Bailey: Alright. *stands* But don't puke on my bedspread. *leaves*

Lori: How are you feelin'?

Scott: You know, for the first few months, I was fine. And now this many years later, I'm not.

Lori: The brain is a complicated, unbelievably cruel organ sometimes.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: Do you...remember all of it?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: Sorry. I was just curious.

Scott: Some things I don't. I don't know how I got out, I don't remember them coming down, I don't remember running. I do remember standing in the middle of the street covered from head to toe with dust and blood. And none of the blood was mine.

Lori: Do you remember what happened right after they hit?

Scott: *looks down at floor*

Lori: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *nods* Parts.

Lori: Do you want to tell me about it?

Scott: Why?

Lori: Because you're never going to get past this if you don't talk about it. That's why you're here and you haven't done that yet. It's been years, I think it's time you dealt with it.

Scott: ...I watched them.

Lori: Watched who?

Scott: They wanted me to come with them. *covers eyes* It was so hot in there. I couldn't breathe. I just wanted to breathe. I...

Lori: You what?

Scott: *sigh* ...Nevermind. It's not important. *lifts head* I appreciate you trying to help but that's not really your job.

Lori: You're not getting the help from anyone else here.

Scott: Neither are you.

Lori: My problem isn't stopping me from living.

Scott: *stands* Well, I shouldn't be living.

Lori: It's not up to you.

Scott: *laughs* What, you believe in fate all of a sudden? Or God?

Lori: I was assuming you did. Well, one of the two anyway.

Scott: I do.

Lori: So what's with all of this 'I shouldn't be alive' crap?

Scott: Nevermind, look, it's getting late and I should be in my own room right now.

Lori: ...*looks around* So should I.

Scott: *leaves*

Lori: What, no goodbye? Goodnight? See you tomorrow?

TBC....................

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Psych Facility, midnight

Lori: *flipping pages*

Krista: *rolls over, sits up* You've been turning pages constantly for two hours. What's up with you?

Lori: I'm reading.

Krista: No one reads that fast.

Lori: I'm worried.

Krista: *lifts brow* I've known you a month. You've never once been worried. You've been deflective, angry, happy, PMS-ee, and stubborn but never worried.

Lori: *looks down at book* Scott didn't seem right today.

Krista: What do you mean?

Lori: Well you know how he usually is. Happy, patient, helpful, down-to-earth, charming...

Krista: *smiles* Someone has a crush.

Lori: Would you be serious here?

Krista: Okay, fine. So what's wrong with him?

Lori: It was just the way he looked at me before he left. I've seen that look in my own eyes. *gets out of bed* Come on, get up.

Krista: Where are we going?

Lori: We're going to make sure he's okay.

Krista: But we're not allowed in the boy's dorm.

Lori: Yeah well we're also not allowed to do drugs, drink alcohol outside or kill people but we still do it. Let's go.

Krista: *puts on housecoat*

Scott's room

Lori: *knocks on door*

Krista: Someone's going to hear us.

Lori: *knocks on door*

Krista: Maybe he's just asleep.

Lori: Yeah and maybe he's not. *knocks on door* Scott!

Krista: Let's just go back to bed, this is pointless. He's probably a heavy sleeper.

Lori: *bangs on door*

Krista: *grabs Lori's arm* Knock it off! If we get caught, you won't be able to get in there in the first place.

Lori: *looks down at knob* ...Do you have any hair pins?

Krista: ...Yeah, why?

Lori: *lifts out hand*

Krista: You're not breaking in.

Lori: It's either that or I kick down the door. You choose.

Krista: What if he's naked?

Lori: I don't care.

Krista: *pulls out hair clips* This isn't going to work.

Lori: *grabs hair clips, fiddles with knob*

Krista: Wow, you're like...good at that.

Door clicks

Lori: *opens door, walks in*

Krista: *follows*

Lori: Scott? *looks around* Scott.

Krista: Maybe he's in the jon.

Lori: *walks over to bathroom, yanks doorknob* It's locked. Scott!

Krista: For all we know, he could be on the can and locked the door so crap like this doesn't happen.

Lori: *pulling on door* Scott!

Krista: Come on dude, we know you're in there.

Lori: *looks down at knob* It has a different lock.

Krista: Does that mean my hair clips won't work?

Lori: *looks around*

Krista: Can you kick this down?

Lori: No, it's reinforced steel.

Krista: *looks at door* ...Who built this bathroom?

Lori: Do you have an ID or something?

Krista: What would I need an ID for?

Lori: *runs over to kitchenette*

Krista: You can't go through his stuff.

Lori: *rummaging in drawer* Look, I understand you live your life soley on principal but right now, that's not really an option. *grabs credit card* Yes.

Krista: You're going to try the credit card thing?

Lori: I once got this to work on the door of the US Embassy. Funny thing is, they didn't have electric gizmos on the front door. Who would have thought.

Krista: When were you at the Embassy?

Lori: *shoves credit card into door*

Krista: Man, I've never seen you this fast. You're like a speedy boat.

Door opens a crack

Lori: *swings door open*

Scott: *sitting on bathtub, holding gun*

Lori: ...

Krista: *covers mouth*

Lori: Scott?

Scott: *lifts eyes*

Krista: How'd you get a gun in here?

Lori: Shh.

Krista: Oh.

Lori: I'm going to come in, okay?

Scott: *looks down at floor*

Lori: *walks in, kneels on floor mat* Do you want Krista here too?

Scott: *staring at floor*

Lori: She's going to go get one of the doctors, okay? I'll stay here with you.

Krista: I'm going to do what?

Lori: Go get someone.

Krista: But then they'll know we were here and we'll get in tr-

Lori: Krista, I want you to keep your voice calm and go get a doctor. Walk, don't run.

Krista: Okay. *walks away*

Lori: You know, I kind of pictured this situation reversed.

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: ...I guess no one really ever has it completely together. *looks at gun*

Scott: *staring at Lori*

Lori: You're holdin' that there gun pretty tightly. Why don't we just relax, loosen the grip a bit. Why don't we...talk.

Scott: What would you like to talk about?

Lori: How about the day I asked if you had any suicidal tendancies and you said no.

Scott: And I told the truth.

Lori: So I guess my next question is, why are we sitting here then?

Scott: *cocks gun*

Lori: Hey hey, whoa, let's just...not skip to part three before we get to part two, alright? *lifts hands slowly* I'm going to get up and sit on the top of the toilet, okay? *stands slowly, sits on toilet*

Scott: That's nice work.

Lori: Excuse me?

Scott: I assume you have some sort of degree in psychology.

Lori: ...Behavioral, actually.

Scott: Do I seem unstable to you?

Lori: No, that's what scares me.

Scott: I scare you.

Lori: That's not what I said.

Scott: It's funny, actually.

Lori: What?

Scott: You having a degree in behaviour. Yet the cuts on your arms speak for themselves.

Lori: Nobody's perfect.

Scott: So you expect to preach to me from some book about how I should live but you're a Shick blade and a Barry Manilow record away from offing yourself.

Lori: ...Oh...kay, I should have seen that one coming.

Krista: *walks over*

Doctor: *walks over* Scott? Can I come in?

Scott: No, you can't.

Doctor: I'm here to help you, Scott. Just put the gun down.

Scott: Close the door.

Doctor: ..Wh-what? What do you mean close the door?

Scott: *blinks* Wow, was that not English enough?

Doctor: Alright, alright, but the girl has to come out here.

Scott: You're going to leave me in here alone behind a locked door. That's some great psychiatry, doc.

Lori: *smirks*

Doctor: Oh. Wait, what?

Scott: Krista, sweetie could you close the door?

Krista: Uh...Okay. *closes door*

Lori: I see you have about as much faith in these 'doctors' as I do.

Scott: It's not their fault. They see something broken, they want to fix it and they want to be the first to do so, so they can pat themselves on the back for doing such a great job. I mean, why are we even here? All they want us to do is write in journals, share our feelings for hours and hours on end, shove everything back in our faces, be one with nature and dance around like we're on some God damned fantasy island. They can't fix me.

Lori: Look, it's normal to be scared, to feel sad, guilty, angry and helpless with what happened. It's normal to have this interfere with your life. It's not something you just brush off and say 'oh well, all in a days work'. But you can't expect someone to snap their fingers and make it all go away. It's a process. These doctors aren't going to fix you, you're going to have to fix you otherwise no matter what these people say, you're going to shut the door in their faces like you just did.

Scott: You're not exactly following this program to a T either. You've probably slammed a few doors in your day.

Lori: Yeah and look where it's gotten me. Now, I don't want to be stuck in a pit of self-misery for the rest of my life until I finally snap and end it for real. I'm finished playing games and telling myself I have excuses for my behaviour. Right here, right now, we have a decision to make because it doesn't get any more real than this. Look at yourself. You're sitting in a locked room holding a gun in your hand and the odds are in your favour this time. This isn't luck, this isn't fate, this isn't God, this is all you. Those people, rest their souls, may not have had an easy or even a fair option, but you do.

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Please give me the gun.

Scott: *looks down at gun* Do you believe every word you've said?

Lori: I have to.

Scott: ...*nods* Okay.

Lori: *sigh*

Scott: *stands, hands over gun*

Lori: *stands, opens door*

Doctor: *on cellphone*

Krista: *slaps Doctor*

Doctor: What? *looks at Scott* Oh, you're out. And you're alive.

Krista: *hugs Scott*

Scott: Oof.

Krista: *sniffles* Don't do that again, kay?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Doctor: Well, this seems to have been taken care of. Although Mister Finch, I am going to ask that you return the firearm to the administration area and that you undergo a small debriefing with myself and two other staff members. We'll figure out the best course of action from there.

Scott: Sure.

Doctor: You should know, you'll most likely be under 24 hour supervision from now on until we determine you're not a threat to yourself or others.

Scott: Understandable.

Doctor: Could you look this way, Mister Finch?

Scott: What? *looks over*

Doctor: I need you to pay attention.

Scott: I am.

Doctor: What did I just say?

Scott: You want to help. I'm 100% there.

Doctor: Good. Follow me. *leaves*

Scott: *walks away*

Krista: We're not going to keep sneaking around tonight, are we?

Lori: No, I think it's past our bed time. C'mon.

TBC................................

 

Thanks for the reviews y'all.

*puts on pitchfork shield*

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Bathroom, dude ranch, two days later

Heather: *eating cereal*

Horatio: *places hands on hips* And you've been like this two days?

Heather: Yep.

Horatio: What happened to your hair?

Heather: Don't wanna talk about it.

Horatio: Have you tried calling the fire department?

Heather: I asked Lora to do it but she keeps taking pictures of it and posting it on Facebook.

Lora: *looks up from laptop* Correction. Videos and it's YouTube.

Horatio: Lora, put the laptop away. *grabs phone* We're going to get you out of this mess.

Heather: Finally.

Lilly: You're not still holding the ring, right?

Heather: ...*looks down at drain*

Horatio: *lowers phone*

Hotel room

Ryan: *rubs makeup on eye* Ugh this is just impossible.

Delko: Try putting in more shades of pink.

Ryan: I just did that.

Delko: Here, try the glimmer sheen thing.

Ryan: *dips hand into makeup*

Delko: *hands over cotton ball*

Ryan: Hm, no, it's just turning everything yellow.

Delko: So blend it in.

Ryan: *blending* Are you sure I'm supposed to put this much on a black eye?

Delko: I don't know. Jess puts on her makeup like this all the time.

Ryan: I'm not Jess.

Delko: So blend it more.

Ryan: It's going to take over half my face. It'll be uneven.

Delko: So put some on the other side.

Speed: *standing in doorway* I hate to break up this slumber part but..

Delko/Ryan: *look at Speed*

Speed: The girls are looking for their makeup.

Ryan: *looks down at makeup*

Delko: ...*takes hand off Ryan's shoulder*

Horse penn

Calleigh: No, no, you're supposed to grab the reins like this.

Colton: It looks like you're about to chop off the horse's head.

Calleigh: This is the way you ride.

Colton: That is not the way I ride.

Calleigh: ...

Colton: ...Are we getting dirtier with age, or is it just me?

Calleigh: *shakes head*

Anni: *walks over* Hey guys.

Colton: Oh hi. Want to learn to ride horses with me? Calleigh's teaching me.

Anni: No, I already know how to ride horses. My parents have a ranch back home.

Calleigh: *smiles* I didn't know that. You must be really good then.

Anni: Probably not.

Colton: Come on, get on the horse. I want to see.

Anni: Alright, fine. Stand back bucko.

Colton: *laughs*

Anni: *steps up onto horse*

Colton: See, I haven't mastered that yet. *points to own butt* These are seriously going to need some washing.

Calleigh: Colton, you didn't fall off the horse. You fell over the watering station trying to catch the horse.

Colton: *frowns* These buggers are fast.

Anni: Maybe you're just slow.

Colton: Shut up.

Anni: *stares at Colton*

Colton: What? I insult people all the time. If you can't take it, it's your problem.

Anni: *blinking*

Colton: Anni?

Calleigh: *looks over* What's wrong?

Colton: I don't know.

Calleigh: *jumps off horse, runs over* Anni?

Anni: *falls off horse*

Colton: *grabs Anni*

Calleigh: *grabs Anni*

Colton: Should we call Horatio?

Anni: *wipes forehead* No, no I'm okay.

Colton: What happened?

Anni: Nothing, I just...I guess I blacked out.

Calleigh: It is pretty hot out.

Anni: *stands* No. *frowns* This is ridiculous.

Calleigh: What is?

Anni: I can't do anything anymore.

Colton: No it's okay, see, because I can barely walk in a straight line in cowboy boots. You can, so you can do that much more than me.

Anni: *frowns*

Calleigh: Nice.

Colton: Well it's true.

Hotel room

Katie: *laughing hard*

Jenna: *covering mouth, giggling*

Ryan: WHAT. *places hands on hips*

Katie: I don't think you have nearly enough eyeshadow.

Ryan: I don't? *looks in mirror*

Katie: *laughing*

Speed: *smirks*

Ryan: You know, it's hard to hide one of these things.

Jenna: You could have just not used eyeshadow and blush.

Ryan: Isn't that what you people use to cover black eyes?

Katie: Um, Ryan, women don't always get black eyes.

Ryan: Oh.

Katie: You're such a jerk. *punches Ryan*

Ryan: OW! Ow, don't add to it!

Delko: You need some fake eyelashes.

Ryan: *frowns*

Psych Facility

Krista: Ah man, how come you always get the rich properties? I'm stuck with Baltic Avenue and Marvin Gardens.

Lori: I invested at the beginning with the railroads.

Krista: No fair. I owe you 1500 dollars. *lifts head* Oh oh, looks who's back.

Lori: *turns head*

Krista: I hadn't seen Scott in two days.

Lori: Me neither.

Krista: Where do you think they took him?

Lori: I don't know. You've been here longer.

Krista: I heard there's a padded room upstairs.

Lori: I doubt they shoved him in a padded room.

Krista: Ew, did he lose his razor or something?

Lori: They probably didn't let him have any.

Krista: Right. Aw, look, he's laughing with that other guy over there.

Lori: It's your turn.

Krista: What? *looks down* Oh. *rolls dice*

Lori: *leans back in chair*

Krista: Aw man Park Place. I owe you another bazillion dollars....Lori?

Lori: *looks at Krista* Yeah.

Krista: Here's your money.

Lori: Oh. Thanks.

Krista: Oh YAY Scott's coming over.

Lori: *looks down at board* Of course.

Scott: Wow, somebody has a lot of hotels.

Krista: Lori did it. I'm going bankrupt.

Lori: *mumbles* It's not really that big a deal.

Scott: Mind if I join you?

Krista: Oh no way, go ahead! *yanks out chair*

Scott: *sits*

Krista: Hm. *taps chin* I should buy Waterworks.

Scott: I think you should buy the green and red properties.

Krista: Really? Why?

Scott: Well, when you round the corner on each side, you're bound to run into one of them. This way, you you cover two bases at the same time.

Krista: *looks at board* Oh man, it's true. Lori?

Lori: *staring at cards*

Krista: Lori!

Lori: *lifts head* Yeah.

Krista: I want to buy Pacific Avenue.

Lori: You have to wait for your next turn and you have to actually land on it.

Krista: Well when I get there, can I buy it?

Lori: You don't have any money.

Krista: Can I have a loan?

Lori: That's not how the game works, Krista. I already explained this.

Krista: This isn't fair. You know the ins and outs of this game.

Lori: I know business.

Krista: Yeah well Scott knows numbers. He's on my team.

Lori: You can't have someone on your team. It wouldn't be fair to me.

Krista: But you're smarter than me.

Lori: What difference does that make?

Krista: You have an advantage. Okay Scott, what do I do next?

Scott: You should probably bankrupt Baltic Avenue and Marvin Gardens for starters.

Krista: Why?

Scott: You're going to end up in her corner of the board in the next couple of turns and you need that money.

Krista: Oooh good idea.

Lori: *throws money*

Krista: YAY! Wait, how much do I have here? I want to make sure there's enough. *counts* 50, 50, 20...um...*lifts fingers* ...*bites nails*

Scott: That's 120.

Krista: OH. Thanks. *smiles* You're really good at math.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *straightening money*

Krista: Okay Lori, it's your turn. Wow, are you mad or something? Your face is very red.

Lori: I'm concentrating on the game.

Krista: But you keep straightening already straight money. Are you not sure how much you have? Scott can count for you.

Lori: No, I can count. *rolls dice, moves piece*

Krista: C'mon, land on one of mine.

Lori: Sorry, Community Chest.

Krista: Aw man.

Lori: *grabs card, fumbles* Ah, damnit. That's the second paper cut I've gotten from this damn game.

Krista: You shouldn't swear at the dinner table.

Lori: We're not even eating and that wasn't really a swear.

Scott: *grabs card* You've placed second in a beauty contest. Collect 10 dollars.

Krista: Aw! Congratulations Lori. *smiling* Speaking of beauty. *looks at Scott* What's with the gross beard...thing?

Scott: It's not really a beard.

Krista: Well it makes you look older.

Scott: Ouch.

Krista: No, no, like in a good way I guess. I mean, you had to and everything. They probably took your razors away.

Lori: Krista.

Scott: No, it's okay. Yep, they did.

Krista: Did they stick you in a padded room?

Scott: *laughs*

Krista: Well, did they?

Scott: Uh no, I was in a normal room.

Krista: Ooh did it have barred windows? I heard they keep 'em barred upstairs so people don't j-

Lori: Krista, I think it's your turn.

Krista: Oh, right. *rolls dice*

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *staring at board*

Krista: OKAY! I'm on Pacific! I wanna buy it!

Lori: 100 dollars.

Krista: *looks at money* ..Scotty, I'm gonna need help for this.

Scott: *smirks* Okay, well you have two 50s here.

Krista: Yeah.

Scott: That makes 100.

Krista: OH. YAY! Can you pass that to Lori? I need to make room for my new property.

Scott: *grabs money, hands over money*

Lori: *snatches money*

Krista: Are you sure you're not angry at me? I mean, all I did was buy a property. That's okay, right? I did the right thing?

Lori: I'm not mad.

Krista: But your face is red. Just like what happened the last time before you tripped over the table.

Lori: It happens.

Scott: Yeah, I think I saw that on the Discovery Channel once. There's these birds in Africa and their faces turn all red when they're ready to m-

Lori: That's really funny, you know that?

Krista: Wait, what were the birds ready for?

Scott: *smirks* Look, you ladies have fun. I need to go speak to someone about getting those razors back. *stands, walks away*

Lori: *sigh*

Krista: Are you mad at Scott?

Lori: No.

Krista: I don't get it.

Lori: You know what, let's put this game on pause. We're going to a restaurant tonight and I need to get in the shower. *stands*

Krista: Wait, I might have used up all the hot water, sorry.

Lori: ...No, that's okay. *leaves*

Krista: Oh, okay.

Bedroom, two hours later

Krista: *puts on earrings* Do these match my outfit?

Lori: I wouldn't know. *sprays hairspray*

Krista: *ruffles skirt* Does this make my butt look too big?

Lori: Nope.

Krista: Okay good. This is so exciting, but I'm kind of nervous at the same time. I've never been to a big fancy dinner before. *smiles*

Lori: I haven't been to many myself.

Krista: I'm sure Scott's been to lots. He used to live in New York. There's lots of fancy restaurants there.

Lori: *nods*

Krista: He said he'd sit with me.

Lori: Really.

Krista: Yup. He's gonna teach me which forks to use for what course.

Lori: That's very nice of him.

Krista: You seem kind of bummed. What's wrong?

Lori: Nothing. We'd better get on that bus.

Azul Restaurant

Krista: Oh it's so pretty. *looks around* Very romantic. It's real nice of them to take us all here huh?

Lori: I should have put less hairspray in.

Krista: *giggles* You're funny. *grabs Lori* C'mon, we're all meeting in the foyer before the meal.

Foyer

Krista: BAILEY! HEY BAILEY!

Bailey: Would you shut up? *walks over* You're embarassing everyone.

Krista: Oh wait, all these people are with us?

Bailey: Yeah.

Lori: I take it you didn't get kicked out.

Bailey: I still have to talk to Administration. So...you look...half decent.

Lori: Thanks. You still look like Barbie.

Bailey: Thanks.

Krista: SCOTTY! HEY SCOTT! OVER HERE!

Bailey: *rolls eyes*

Lori: *crosses arms*

Scott: *walks over, smiles* Hey.

Bailey: Ew. *slaps Scott*

Scott: What?

Bailey: You're so prickly.

Scott: *rubs face* ...

Krista: So do we know where we're sitting?

Bailey: Somewhere at the back. They reserved a giant table back there.

Krista: Aww it's in such a romantic part. I want some wine.

Bailey: They were instructed not to serve us wine.

Lori: Correction, they weren't allowed to serve YOU wine.

Bailey: *frowns* Shut up Lori.

Krista: C'mon people, let's go eat!

Table

Krista: Okay, is there a specific way I'm supposed to wear the napkin?

Scott: *grabs napkin* Not around your neck. On your lap.

Krista: Oh. *puts nakpin on lap*

Lori: What does this look like, a lobster place?

Krista: Ooh do they have lobster?

Lori: *rolls eyes*

Krista: So how come I have two wine glasses?

Scott: One's for wine, the other is for orange juice or water.

Krista: Sweet. I want all three.

Scott: *smiles*

Lori: *rolls eyes*

Two hours later

Krista: I don't like this wine. It tastes like my nailpolish remover.

Bailey: You do realize this restaurant prides itself on its wine, right?

Krista: Oh.

Lori: *running finger around rim of wine glass*

Bailey: *stares at glass*

Krista: *lifts head*

Lori: ...What.

Bailey: That's really irritating.

Lori: I know, that's why I'm doing it.

Bailey: *frowns*

Lori: *runs finger around rim*

Scott: *grabs Lori's hand* Why don't we all just pretend like we like each other. Just for tonight.

Krista: I like everyone.

Lori: *nods*

Bailey: I like alcohol but I can't have any.

Lori: I think I'm going to go take a walk. *stands, leaves*

Bailey: I hate her.

Krista: Don't say that. She's nice.

Bailey: Where? Where's the niceness? Where in that stubborn, sarcastic, moody interior of hers does it say 'caring individual'?

Scott: You just have to let people surprise you.

Bailey: Surprise? The only surprise from her is which swear's the next one to pop out of her mouth.

Krista: Nu uh. She saved Scotty's life.

Bailey: No she didn't.

Krista: Yes she did. She took the gun away.

Bailey: What gun? *looks at Scott* What gun?

Scott: *throws napkin on table* Excuse me. *leaves*

Bailey: Seriously, what gun?

Outside, beach patio

Lori: *leaning on fence*

Scott: *walks over* Hey.

Lori: *staring ahead* I think Krista likes you.

Scott: She's sweet.

Lori: Like apple pie sweet, or let me lick her up sweet?

Scott: *smirks* You sound jealous.

Lori: What's to be jealous about? I was making an observation.

Scott: *moves closer, leans on fence*

Lori: *looks down*

Scott: Thank you.

Lori: For what?

Scott: For what you said to me.

Lori: *shrugs* No problem.

Scott: ...You seem to have a hard time letting people in. I mean with Krista, you're great but with men, no dice.

Lori: Why would you assume that?

Scott: There are 50 other guys in the facility and not one of them, you've spoken to.

Lori: Well you should feel lucky because this is the closest you're gonna get.

Scott: You know, it's kind of like...one minute you're happy, relaxed, and comfortable with someone and then the next, it's like you realize that you're happy, relaxed and comfortable so you change it. It seems as though you won't allow yourself to feel that way.

Lori: I did once, even got married. Imagine that.

Scott: What happened?

Lori: *throws stick* Nothing. Didn't work out. I got my mother's taste in men so I don't try too hard to find anything in particular.

Scott: And what 'taste' would that be?

Lori: I've placed it into two categories so far. Crazy and cops.

Scott: Wow. You actually have categories.

Lori: You don't?

Scott: I haven't even been with enough women to consider categories.

Lori: Who was the last person you were with? I mean, I'm just curious. Maybe I can create your first 'category'. *smirks*

Scott: Well, there was Jill Haverbrook in highschool, she was a cheerleader. Then there was Katherine Walsh, she worked at grocery store near my apartment. And then there was that hooker from Chinatown...

Lori: *slaps Scott*

Scott: *smiles* Okay. There was no Katherine Walsh.

Lori: *laughs*

Scott: *smiling*

Lori: *clears throat* I think we should get back inside.

Scott: See, there you go again.

Lori: *stands straight, backs up* I don't want a search party after us.

Scott: We're 10 feet from the door. They can see us fine.

Lori: *looks at door* Yeah well we're probably going to be leaving soon anyway. *walks inside*

Scott: *follows*

Inside

Krista: No, Bailey, you're making the napkin swan wrong. You're supposed to fold it back THIS way.

Bailey: I AM.

Krista: No, you keep bending it the other way.

Bailey: That's what you told me.

Krista: I did not.

Scott: *sits* This table sure is a mess.

Bailey: Krista's an idiot.

Krista: Hey. Am not.

Lori: *sits*

Krista: Lori, am I an idiot?

Lori: Not all the time.

Krista: See?

Bailey: She didn't say you weren't. She said not all the time.

Scott: What are you, 12?

Bailey: *frowns*

Krista: So, like I was saying, you bend it this way. *knocks candle over* AH!

Bailey: *screams*

Lori: *leans back* Whoa.

Scott: *throws napkin on fire*

Bailey: Whew...that was a close one. Thanks Scott.

Scott: Don't mention it.

Lori: They shouldn't let us out on field trips anymore.

Krista: But they're so much fun.

TBC..........................

 

No.

Oooh racefh made the 666th post in this thread. :devil:

Wee, thanks for the reviews y'all.

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Side of the road, Miami

Doctor: Now, what we want to do is some anger management therapy. I find that when one is behind the wheel, it helps to create patience and an obedience of common rules. So we're going to drive around downtown Miami during rush hour.

Krista: *clinging to steering wheel* But I only just got my lisence back.

Doctor: That's okay. I'm right here in case you need help.

Krista: How far do you want me to go?

Doctor: You can go as far as Miami Beach and then we'll let Lori drive.

Lori: How is driving supposed to help?

Doctor: You can't follow rules. This is perfect for you.

Lori: So putting me in a position where I have to follow rules is going to help?

Doctor: Yep. Because if you make a mistake, you could be stopped by the police.

Krista: Wait no, I don't want to go to jail.

Scott: You're not going to go to jail.

Krista: But I don't do traffic very well.

Doctor: It's okay, we're here. Now, put the car into drive.

Krista: How?

Doctor: Use the gear shift.

Krista: *grabs gear shift*

Doctor: Now put it into drive.

Krista: ....How?

Doctor: The letter 'D'.

Krista: Oh.

Doctor: Now press the gas.

Lori: Are you sure she should be driving? Especially in rush hour.

Doctor: It'll be okay. Besides, she needs it.

10 minutes later

Krista: *smiles* Hey, I'm getting the hang of this.

Doctor: That's wonderful, now, let's start to go the speed limit.

Krista: What's the speed limit?

Doctor: 30 miles an hour.

Krista: What am I going?

Doctor: 5.

Krista: Oh. Is that bad?

Scott: *looks behind* Judging by the amount of traffic behind us, yeah.

Lori: *covers eyes* Geez.

Krista: Where do I go? Where do I go?

Doctor: Turn right.

Krista: *swings wheel*

Doctor: *grabs wheel* Er, your other right.

Krista: Oops.

Lori: *puts on seatbelt*

Krista: *blinks* Oh man, the sun is blinding me.

Doctor: Can you see the road?

Krista: Road? I can't even see the dashboard.

Doctor: Okay, let's stop the car. Lori, you're next.

Lori: Gladly.

15 minutes later

Doctor: Good job. You've managed to follow half of the rules.

Lori: That guy cut me off.

Doctor: You didn't need to shout out the window.

Lori: How else was I supposed to let him know where to stick it?

Krista: Stick what?

Doctor: Okay, stop the car, Lori.

Lori: Fine.

Doctor: Okay, Scott. Please take the wheel.

Scott: No it's okay, I'm fine back here.

Doctor: You need to do this too.

Krista: Yeah come on, it's fun.

Scott: You weren't having fun.

Krista: Well I'm not the one driving anymore.

Scott: *sigh*

5 minutes later

Doctor: Okay, now put the car into d-

Scott: *slams car into drive*

Wheels squeal, car takes off

Doctor: WHOA! *grabs dash*

Krista: *grabs side of door*

Scott: *swings wheel*

Doctor: No, no, you're going to hit that g-

Krista: *screams*

Doctor: Just be careful, it's busy out here Scott. This is rush hour, you're going to hit someo-

Scott: *swings wheel*

Krista: AH!

Scott: *changes gears*

Doctor: Be caref-

Car maneuvers through traffic

Krista: Wow, it's like a race track.

Doctor: Slow down.

Scott: I'm going the speed limit. Everyone else is going 10.

Doctor: Yes, because it's rush hour.

Scott: So?

Lori: *shakes head*

Scott: *looks in rearview mirror*

Lori: *lifts head*

Scott: *steps on gas*

Lori: AH! *grabs seat*

Krista: OMG we're going to die!

Doctor: You're going to hit someone.

Scott: *staring at road* No I'm not.

Doctor: AH! Oh my God, you just ran the red light.

Scott: No, I ran the amber light.

Doctor: What difference does that make?

Scott: One's amber, the other one's red.

Doctor: Yes, which means stop.

Scott: No, it means clear the intersection. Are you a doctor, or a drive instructor?

Doctor: You don't even know where we're going! You could end up at a blockade, you're going so fast.

Scott: I know exactly where we are. We're on NW 10th street and Miami Avenue. Construction's 2 kilometers south.

Krista: Wow, did you look at a map before we got here?

Scott: Once.

Krista: *lifts brow* Once?

Doctor: Actually, the construction has been moved up ahead today. *smiles* I grew up in a big city, I know how these things work.

Scott: Really, which one?

Doctor: Newark.

Scott: *nods slowly* Jersey. Wow.

Doctor: *narrows eyes* Are you making fun of me?

Scott: No. It's just hard to picture a big city from a state whose name sounds like a breed of cow.

Doctor: *frowns* This isn't helping your treatment.

Scott: I'm here for stress, not facetiousness.

Lori: Gee, it's been swell riding around the middle of Miami all day but could we can the pissing contest and get back?

Scott: Sure. *swings wheel*

Krista: AH! *grabs Lori*

TBC......................

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DEMON! *crosses hands together*

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Thanks for the reviews y'all.

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Dude Ranch

Heather: *rubs hand* I can't believe that took 4 days.

Lora: I can't believe that fireman had to get into the tub with you.

Heather: *frowns*

Horatio: Do I have to babyproof everything next time, or are we good?

Everyone: *looks at Horatio*

Speed: That was...rude.

Horatio: I have to pay for all of this, I have the right to be rude.

Heather: Yeah but..to me..*cries*

Lora: Aw. *hugs Heather*

Heather: NO. *pushes Lora away, hugs Ryan*

Ryan: Why is my bodyguard hugging me?

Heather: *slaps Ryan* I'm not your bodyguard.

Speed: Well, I'm going to go clear the television's history. *glares at Eric*

Delko: What? I don't have to pay for pay-per-view if I use your room.

Speed: *leaves*

Horatio: Did they have to cut the bathtub in half?

Heather: My hand isn't as small as yours, OKAY! God. *hugging Ryan*

Calleigh: Wait, how did you go to the bathroom for 4 days?

Heather: ...I don't want to talk about it.

Room

Speed: *clicking remote*

Anni: *walks over* Hey.

Speed: Hey.

Anni: What are you doing?

Speed: Getting the porn off the television.

Anni: ...I knew it.

Speed: *looks over* What? No, Eric was using our room so he didn't have to pay the fee for his.

Anni: Oh. Well, not that I would condemn you for it if you were the one watching all the porn.

Speed: I'm not 15.

Anni: Really, so how old were you when you were cheating on Katie?

Speed: Uh, how did this turn into a fight?

Anni: I'm just saying. You're not that mature either.

Speed: *stands* Why, you think I'm sleeping around on you?

Anni: Yes.

Speed: *blinks* Big assumption.

Anni: Everytime I turn around, Katie's all over you.

Speed: Jesus Christ Anni, we're going to start the Katie thing again? She's not all over me. We're allowed to be in the same room, you know and God forbid we're not miserable.

Anni: So obviously it's easier to hang out with her than it is with me.

Speed: *sigh* You're just doing this because you're sick.

Anni: Is that your answer for everything? I'm angry because I'm sick, I'm paranoid because I'm sick, I'm bitchy because I'm sick. Well, it's not always because I'm 'sick'.

Speed: You were never like this before.

Anni: Yeah? What was I like?

Speed: You trusted me.

Anni: Well that's the mistake Katie made too.

Speed: I spend time with all the women on the team, are you going to assume the same thing about them too?

Anni: No. Katie's different.

Speed: How? Because we were married forever ago?

Anni: Because you would still die for her, probably even kill, too.

Speed: That's pretty cliché.

Anni: It's true though. I mean, you're just letting me die.

Speed: Excuse me if it's a little difficult to beat up or shoot a tumour. Last week it was leave me lone, this week it's be with me. Last week it was let me die, this week it's die for me, so what the hell do you want already?

Anni: Like I've been saying all along, support.

Speed: HOW! How am I supposed to support you! Please tell me, I really really want to know!

Anni: *frowns* It should be the same no matter what my mood is.

Speed: Oh, THANK YOU. I had no idea! Okay, the next time you run at me with a butcher knife telling me I'm going to steal your soul, I'll remember to cuddle you and tell you it's going to be okay.

Anni: That's not funny.

Speed: No it's not. You don't think this isn't just as hard on me?

Anni: It isn't. You're supposed to be the one taking care of me and reassuring me.

Speed: Why.

Anni: What do you mean 'why'? Because you're my husband. Did you forget that?

Speed: Would you do the same if the situation were reversed? If I was throwing you against a wall, beating you, would you try and placate me?

Anni: You're stronger than I am.

Speed: You threw me over a table and tried to stab me.

Anni: You were able to stop me.

Speed: So I should just accept that you're weaker and it's not really a problem. I should just comfort you and pretend you're not a different person. *angry sigh* I am...trying so damn hard to be there for you. But sometimes I just hope it's over soon.

Anni: You mean that I die.

Speed: I'm sorry.

Anni: *scoffs* Well there you go. So what, are you leaving?

Speed: I'm just being honest.

Anni: So leave.

Speed: No.

Anni: Why? If you don't love me, th-

Speed: I never said I didn't love you.

Anni: ...*crosses arms*

Speed: *stares at Anni*

Anni: *lifts brow* I don't get it. You are having a hard time, you're being completely honest about it and you're actually staying...

Speed: Yeah.

Anni: And you still love me.

Speed: Yes.

Anni: ...And you're not sleeping around?

Speed: No.

Anni: *looks around* Did I just win the lottery?

Speed: Funny.

Anni: No this is great because I mean, that's reassuring.

Speed: How is me wishing you would die faster, reassuring?

Anni: *smiles* Because you're still going to be here!

Speed: ...Now I'm confused.

Anni: *hugs Speed* Aww. You're so great.

Speed: *lifts brow*

TBC........................

 

That is the first time I have ever heard that in my entire life. :lol:

*runs from pitchfork*

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Large round table, psych facility

Doctor: Okay people, today we're going to go deep into what we want out of our futures when we leave. I want each of you to tell us all what you plan. Your longterm goals. Could be finding a relationship, could be finding a job, could even be cleaning your house. So let's get started. Bailey?

Bailey: *filing nails* Mm?

Doctor: Your future goals. What are they?

Bailey: What do you mean?

Doctor: *sigh* Bailey, you need to listen.

Bailey: I'm listening.

Doctor: So tell us what you plan to do when you leave.

Bailey: Ah man, I'm being kicked out now?

Doctor: ...No. I'm just asking what you want to do when you're finished treatment.

Bailey: Oh. Well...I haven't really thought about it.

Doctor: It's time to think about it.

Bailey: Okay.

Doctor: Right now.

Bailey: Sure.

Doctor: ...Outloud.

Bailey: Why?

Everyone: *groans*

Doctor: Let's start with a job. Are you interested in getting a new one? Or keeping your old one.

Bailey: You mean clubbing?

Doctor: ...

Bailey: *shrugs* I guess I could get a job or something.

Doctor: What are you interested in?

Bailey: Beer.

Doctor: Bailey, you're here because of alcohol. Try thinking of a future without alcohol.

Bailey: ...What's the fun in that?

Doctor: Krista, would you like to share your future plans?

Krista: YAY! *lifts hand* MY TURN! Okay! I'm gonna be a spacewoman.

Doctor: An astronaut.

Krista: What's an astronaut?

Doctor: *stares blankly* Um...how about education? Are you planning on going back to school? College maybe?

Krista: I guess. My parents always wanted me to go to college. They always said I was a space cadet. *giggles*

Scott: *smirks*

Lori: *covers eyes*

Doctor: Are you interested in anything other than...space?

Krista: Oh totally. I love makeup and puppies and hot chocolate and pink and b-

Doctor: How about cosmetology?

Krista: I like comets.

Doctor: ...Lori, it seems as though it's your turn to contribute. What are your plans for the future?

Lori: *shrugs*

Doctor: Well what were you doing before you got here?

Lori: I was a drug dealer.

Doctor: *nods slowly* ...And I suspect you don't want to return to that.

Lori: That's why they tell me I'm here, doc.

Doctor: Good, that's good. Are you thinking about furthering your education?

Lori: No.

Doctor: How about employment? What are you interested in?

Lori: I'm open to anything that will pay me.

Doctor: Oh good. We actually have a program here that can help patients fufill a meaningful career. Are you interested in the child education program?

Lori: I don't like kids.

Doctor: Really. So you're not planning on having any children.

Lori: *laughs*

Doctor: You find that humorous?

Lori: Kids are chaotic, unstable. I have enough of that to deal with on my own.

Doctor: So you're looking for stability.

Lori: Stability?

Doctor: A good job, a home in a safe neighborhood...

Lori: *looks down at table*

Doctor: Lori?

Lori: *shrugs* I guess.

Doctor: You guess?

Lori: Well, obviously I don't want to be stuck where I am, right? I guess there are times when I wish I just had a normal life, y'know? Maybe like, walking down the stairs in my slippers on a Saturday morning and sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee reading the morning newspaper. And then maybe I could go shopping with my friends for the new drapes I've been wanting and once we're finished picking out colors, we could sit at a little side café for lunch on the beach. I'd have the club sandwhich and a strawberry-kiwi Tropicana because it goes well with the view of the ocean.

Everyone: *staring at Lori*

Lori: Or something like that.

Doctor: Very good. Now, what kind of job would make you the most happy so that you could own that happy home?

Lori: *scratches head* I don't know, a...spa or a little quaint clothing shop. Maybe even a travel agency or somethin'.

Doctor: Excellent! So you'd like to work somewhere that offers freedom not only to you but to others.

Lori: *laughs* Right, if I wanted to do that, I'd be defense lawyer.

Everyone: ...

Doctor: Have you considered maybe media?

Lori: Media?

Doctor: Newscasting, journalism, that kind of thing. You seem to have a lot of opinions.

Lori: My boobs aren't big enough.

Everyone: *giggles*

Doctor: Uh, well...I suppose that settles that. *clears throat* So, Scott, what are your plans?

Scott: I'm not sure.

Doctor: Well are you planning on getting married?

Scott: That's a little random.

Doctor: I think it's a very viable question for someone in your position. You're a young, smart, attractive businessman. Why not get married?

Scott: Maybe someday.

Doctor: You could have a beautiful family.

Lori: *snorts*

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Scott: Why?

Lori: You having a family? That's just stupid. You're too young to be wanting a family.

Scott: I didn't say I wanted one this very minute. Besides, you're the one who wants a normal life.

Lori: Yeah well I didn't say 'family', did I.

Scott: You don't have to. Everyone knows you want one.

Lori: How?

Scott: Because you're actually a lot more sensitive than you let on.

Lori: No I'm not. I'm a stubborn bitch.

Scott: Yeah but under the right circumstances, you melt like butter.

Lori: Do not.

Scott: Do so.

Lori: *frowns* Do not.

Scott: *smiles* Do so.

Lori: Not.

Scott: You're blushing.

Lori: NO I'M NOT!

Scott: I rest my case.

Lori: *punches Scott*

Scott: *laughs*

Doctor: Okay people, that's enough for today.

TBC.......................