:lol: Oh hai there
shazza. Geez, you weren't kidding. You must have been
really bored.
Hee.
Thanks so much for the reviews -- I'm a geek for analysis so go nuts. :lol: *hugs*
^^ Will Lori ever have kids? That remains to be seen.
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House, outside, midnight
Lori: *walks over* Scott? *ties housecoat* What are you doing?
Scott: *leaning over car engine* Fixing the alarm.
Lori: At midnight?
Scott: Couldn't sleep.
Lori: That's funny because you never even made it to bed in the first place.
Scott: Can you pass me the electrical tape?
Lori: *grabs tape from toolbox, throws it over*
Scott: *rips off tape*
Lori: You going to fix the break lights too?
Scott: Already did.
Lori: *lifts brow* That was a joke. You're supposed to take that to a body shop to get that kind of thing done.
Scott: Not if you know how to do it.
Lori: You know how to find the right parts and properly wire a vehicle.
Scott: Yup.
Lori: And to think when we first met, I thought you were gay.
Scott: *grabs screwdriver* That's a pretty stereotypical thing to say.
Lori: Need any help with the car?
Scott: *laughs*
Lori: Now
that is a stereotypical thing to say.
Scott: I didn't technically say anything.
Lori: *narrows eyes* Doesn't matter. Sexist pig.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *smirks* So, you almost finished?
Scott: I've actually got a few more hours of work ahead of me.
Lori: And then you'll sleep?
Scott: No, then I'll be getting ready for work.
Lori: You are
not going to work. You just survived a car accident.
Scott: Unfortunately the computer that prints out my paycheque doesn't give a damn.
Lori: What, you don't have
people in accounting?
Scott: They're as bad as computers.
Lori: No. No you are not working this week. I'll re-mess up your car if I have to.
Scott: You love this car more than you love
me, I doubt you'll do that.
Lori: *frowns* Not true. I would so mess up your car.
Scott: *shakes head, twists screwdriver*
Lori: Um, listen, we need to talk about something. *walks away*
Scott: *lifts brow*
Inside house, living room
Lori: *sits*
Scott: I take it this is serious. *sits*
Lori: Yeah. *lowers head* Uh...I know you don't remember the accident but it was pretty intense. I had some...internal injuries.
Scott: Okay.
Lori: And I was almost...two months pregnant.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: I'm sorry, I should have told you the second you got back but I was freaked out and I didn't know how you'd react and well there are times where I'm still not as open as you'd like me to be. I was just waiting for the right time to tell you and I was trying to think up different ways and it all ended up coming out wrong and well the accident happened. I mean, you'd already lost Bailey, I didn't want to make it worse on you. And I wasn't sure after knowing how much you wanted kids and hearing you say all those nice things about them that I should even bother.
Scott: *nods slowly*
Lori: I know it's all a little left field but I just...
can't live with myself any longer if I don't tell you the truth. You're always so honest with me, you deserve the same. There, I said it. Feel free to yell and bust plates or kick me around. I'm totally cool with it.
Scott: Why in the world would I kick you around?
Lori: Because you're mad.
Scott: No one said I was mad.
Lori: ...Are you? Because I've never really seen you angry so I'm not sure how that looks.
Scott: I'm not angry. You...don't exactly seem very upset about losing it though.
Lori: What can I say, I wouldn't make a very good mother. And to be honest, I was more relieved than upset. In a way I'm...kind of glad the accident happened. I know it sounds horrible but you have to understand, I-
Scott: No I understand. And I happen to think things happen for a reason.
Lori: You're saying this kid was doomed from the get-go. You're saying Bailey was supposed to die and I was
supposed to be a drug user half my life. All of that happened for a reason. Well I'm sorry but that's a bunch of crap. How the hell can you go through life thinking that?
Scott: Do you think that if you weren't addicted to drugs that we would have ever met?
Lori: Probably not. That's what's great about life, it's random. I mean if thinking everything happens for a reason helps you deal with all of the bad crap in your life, go for it but I don't buy it. The decisions we make determine the outcomes, not fate. I can't believe after all this time that we've known each other, you still think the universe or God or whatever you choose to believe in draws out a little map for everyone that can't be changed. That's idiotic.
Scott: Maybe. Maybe not.
Lori: *laughs* Right. You were destined to stand in the middle of the most horrible worst case scenario known to man. Fate said you had to, right?
Scott: Why do you have such a problem with it?
Lori: Because it's not fair.
Scott: You certainly seemed to think losing a baby was fair.
Lori: Well obviously you do too if you have so much faith in what's going to happen in the future.
Scott: I never said it was fair, I said it happened for a reason.
Lori: What reason could that POSSIBLY be?
Scott: I don't know, to learn from those experiences? To better ourselves?
Lori: How is being ripped away from my family at the age of 5 to be thrown into sex slavery a chance for me to better myself and learn? You know what I took away from that? Hate, fear, distrust and insecurity. Not to mention a heavy addiction and a total disregard for authority or common sense. Thank God for
that.
Scott: You're very strong and it seems to me like you're quite fearless.
Lori: How do you know I wouldn't have been the same way if it hadn't happened?
Scott: I don't.
Lori: Is this because of what happened to
you? Because your experience changed you for the better that everything is planned out that way? If that's true, when the hell am I supposed to be changed for the better? When do I get to say that my experiences shaped who I am and that I'm proud of who I am? It doesn't happen that way, Scott. A lot of people grow up to be dicks and they stay that way until they die just the same as people who are good and stay good or are bad and become good. It's random and unpredictable, nothing is planned.
Scott: I guess we'll have to agree to disagree then.
Lori: NO. Consider for a second that what I'm saying is true.
Scott: Okay.
Lori: How do you feel now?
Scott: Pretty much the same.
Lori: Ugh it's like talking to a painting.
Scott: I'm not saying you're wrong, I'm just telling you what I believe.
Lori: Uh yeah that's like saying I'm wrong.
Scott: You're the one who's saying
I'm wrong.
Lori: That's because you are!
Scott: Do you have any proof?
Lori: Do YOU?
Scott: No.
Lori: Then since none of us have proof, this entire conversation is over and done with.
Scott: *nods* Okay.
Lori: But you're still wrong.
Scott: Of course.
Lori: So you're okay with the fact that I neglected to mention to you that I had a living thing inside of me that you've wanted for the longest time until after it was dead?
Scott: Why do you have to put everything like that?
Lori: What, so insensitively? That's the way I am. Answer the question.
Scott: I'm not okay with it but like I said, I understand why you didn't tell me.
Lori: You are probably the most cool-headed person I've ever met and by the way, that's not a compliment. Geez, you were more human when you left to 'find yourself', at least you were reacting to
something.
Scott: *lifts brow* What do you want me to do?
Lori: I want you to act normal! You said you weren't sure if you were going to be okay so what the hell is this? You were semi-normal at the hospital too so why all of a sudden are you acting like nothing happened? I'm upset and I barely knew Bailey. Ugh! BE UPSET! GET ANGRY! CRY! SOMETHING! Your best friend since highschool is going to be
rotting in the ground somewhere! You're never going to see her face again, you're never going to see her smile, her laugh, she's gone. Forever. She was murdered, Scott. Her brains splattered all over the roof of the truck and half the blood on your clothes probably wasn't yours.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Well you know what? She probably deserved it because afterall, all she was, was a blonde haired big boobed airhead with a drinking problem. A drinking problem you caused. It's ironic that it's your fault she's dead, too. But I suppose it was in the cards. All you do is watch people die without lifting a finger which I guess is all well and fine because you couldn't care less either way as long as your ass is fine.
Scott: *stands, walks away*
Lori: Where are you going?
Scott: Bed. *walks upstairs*
Bedroom
Lori: *walks in* So that's it? You're just going to go to sleep and forget about this? Way to run away from all of your problems.
Scott: I'm not running. *closes window*
Lori: They call it something different in New York?
Scott: *closes drapes*
Lori: *walks over* You're pathetic. You're a coward who only survives through luck.
Scott: *turns around*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: You finished?
Lori: Depends. Do you feel like putting my head through a wall yet?
Scott: No, I feel like going to sleep.
Lori: I don't understand you.
Scott: Goodnight. *walks into bathroom*
Lori: *stares blankly* ..NO NO NO! Stop. *runs over to bathroom*
Scott: What?
Lori: This is what you did before you left my room that one night at the therapy place. You seemed calm and collected but you were totally suicidal.
Scott: I'm not suicidal.
Lori: No but see this means that you're normal afterall!
Scott: *lifts brow* How.
Lori: When you're
extremely upset, you shut down. *smiles* Aww Scotty, it'll be okay. *hugs Scott*
Scott: Oof.
Lori: Don't you worry about a THING, I'll take care of you.
Scott: Um...thanks?
Lori: *lets go* I'm going to go bake you some cookies.
Scott: *looks at watch* At 12:54am.
Lori: Why not?
Scott: You don't know how to bake cookies.
Lori: It can't be
that hard. You throw the cookie dough in the oven and wait for like 10 minutes.
Scott: That's not baking, that's Pillsbury.
Lori: Would it make you feel any better if I made them from scratch?
Scott: I would rather you not mess up our kitchen.
Lori: So what would make you feel better?
Scott: Hm. *crosses arms, stares at Lori*
Lori: *rolls eyes, slaps Scott* Very funny.
Scott: *smiles*
TBC......................