Everyone ready to start? >:)
Mike: Not the way she looks...
Micky: I still don't like the look on your face. :P
(Peter just gulps. :o )
Davy: I think we're in a LOT of trouble. :p
Mike: Come to think of it, where's Em?
*We begin at the pad. The guys have cleaned up. Peter and Mike are just sitting around. Micky is putting tools back in his overstuffed tool box.* ;)
Mike: Pete, Davy could have stayed around long enough to help clean up.
Peter: He had a date with Daphne!
Micky: *trying to cram a screwdriver into the box* Come on... :P
Mike: He has a date with Daphne every other night. (Looks at his watch) Man, it's getting late. I hope Em's ok.
Peter: She probably just got caught up in her research, Michael. She'll call soon. :)
Mike: I hope so. (Calls) Need any help with that, Mick? ;) :)
Micky: She probably lost track of time. *finally gets the screwdriver in* Nah, thanks, I got it now. That last screw driver didn't wanna go in.
Mike: Yeah, but Em's usually pretty good about the time. She gets mad at herself if she's late for anything.
Peter: There's a first time for everything, Michael. :)
Mike: (Looks upstairs) I wonder if I should check Katie out. She's probably gonna need dinner soon.
Peter: Maybe we should wait until Emma comes home.
Micky: There. That's all set. *flips the lid closed, then pauses, bent over the tool box* Oh no...
Mike: We don't...(frowns and goes over to the bent-over Micky) Hey, Mick, buddy, what's wrong?
Micky: Ohh... *groans* Something... *leans on the table*
Peter: (Joins Mike at Micky's side; eyes widen) He's...someone's hurting him! His aura is very dark and sharp! :o
Mike: But we ain't...(growls)...Lauren. Lauren's hurt. Damn it, I knew she should have come to the party anyway, sick or not. :p :(
Peter: Micky, is there anything we can do?
Micky: *winces* The house...gotta go...
Mike: Micky, wait for us!
Peter: We'll help you!
Micky: No! *heads out the door* Can't wait...
*Micky takes off, half running, half hobbling. He starts down the sidewalk, amazingly still running faster than most people running normally.* ;)
Mike: Micky, wait! Hold on! (He runs after him, also running faster than a normal person would, more like a wild animal...)
Peter: Hey, guys! (Groans) Oh, man! I'll just take the fast way! (Closes his eyes; a blue light envelopes him)
*Micky rounds the corner to the house--Mike now only half a block behind--and continues running up the walkway. He practically slams through the closed, but unlocked door. He starts with searching the living room, then heads upstairs, getting more and more frantic, calling out Lauren's name.* :-O
Mike: (Runs into the house) Micky! Micky! Lauren! Little Mick! Shelly! What's goin' on? (Sniffs at the air) Oh, shit. I ain't smelled that since...since that... (growls) MICKY!
Peter: (His dark blue light fades in, leaving him looking worried) Mike, is Micky ok? What's going on?
Mike: Micky, Lauren, and the twins are in danger. I can sense it. My wolf's intuition is workin' triple-time. (Gulps) I smell somethin' I ain't smelled since... (soft growl) since the day Mick killed that bastard clone Shelia made of him. X(
Peter: Alex? But...but he's gone! Maybe you just smell the traces he left when he was here...
Mike: No. He was only in the Rainbow Room last time. I think he was in here with Lauren.
Peter: We've got to find Micky!
(Peter and Mike run through the house, calling Micky, Lauren, and the twins' names, then go upstairs.)
Mike: Mick! Micky! Where are you?
Peter: Micky? Lauren!
Mike: (Peers in the main bedroom) Oh, man. (Calls to Peter down the hall) Pete! I found him!
Peter: (Joins Mike) You found him? Is he ok?
Mike: (Indicates the bed) Offhand, Pete, I'd say no.
*Peter follows Mike's gaze into the bedroom. Micky is curled up on the bed, staring at the wall where all the pictures are hung. He's hugging a pillow and shaking slightly.*
Peter: (Eyes tear) Oh, god. Micky...I know it sounds cliche, but Micky's heartbroken. His entire family is gone. His aura is soft and...shattered. :(
(Peter sits on the bed and puts his arms around Micky, stroking his curls.)
*Micky lets out a quiet whimper.* :(
Peter: (Rocks Micky in his arms) Shhh, Mick. It'll be ok. We'll find them.
Mike: Micky, I...I smelled Alex. :(
*Micky lifts his eyes to meet Mike's for a split second, then goes back to staring.*
Mike: We're gonna go back to the Pad. Katie's there all alone, and if Alex is still alive, I don't want her where he can get her. (Looks at Peter) Better yet, maybe we'd all better go to the Montgomery House. You guys have that fancy new alarm system, and Val should be home by now. I'll leave notes for Em and Davy at the Pad.
*Micky whimpers again.* :(
Peter: (Continues to rock Micky as if he were a small child) We're gonna go to Val's and my house, Micky. Is that ok? We'll figure out what to do there.
Micky: *barely a whisper* Picture... :(
Mike: We'll need to talk to Ursula, too. She'll know... (the phone rings; Mike goes downstairs to get it as Peter continues to hold Micky)
Peter: Do you want one of the pictures on the wall, Mick?
*Micky nods.*
Peter: (Lets Micky go and pulls a picture of Micky and Lauren holding the twins in front of the house; the twins are messy and giggling, Micky has a big grin on his face, and Lauren is rolling her eyes) How about this one?
*Micky nods again, a slight, sad smile appearing briefly.*
Peter: (Laughs) I remember that day! Emma baked brownies and brought some over for you guys. She thought the twins were so cute eating that she wanted a picture, and then you said you didn't really have a good picture of all of you, so you asked her to take that one. :)
Peter: We had a picnic here that day. It was a lot of fun. Even Davy and Daphne were here. :)
*Micky whimpers again.*
Peter: (Softly) Micky, can you...feel...Lauren?
Micky: *nods slowly; quietly* Hurts... *touches one hand to his chest*
Peter: Like someone's reading her soul? :( :o
Micky: Worse... :(
Peter: What do you mean?
Micky: *pained* Evil...
Peter: (Eye widen) Like someone made her SOUL evil? :o :(
*Micky nods slowly again.*
Peter: Oh, God...Mick... (hugs Micky fiercely as Mike comes back up, looking pale and shaky)
Mike: Ok, what do you guys want, the bad news or the worse news? :( :p
Peter: At this point, I don't think much else could be worse than what Micky's feeling, Michael. :(
Mike: Shelia busted out of prison.
Peter: Oh, no! :o
Mike: Did it this afternoon. (Narrows his eyes) They say someone who looked like a cousin of Mick helped her cause a riot in the prison that distracted the guards long enough to get loose. :p
Peter: Alex. :o :(
*Micky whimpers again.* :(
Mike: (Lets out a long wolf roar) GOD DAMN IT TO HELL, I THOUGHT WE KILLED HIM! X(
Peter: We've got to get Katie and get to the Montgomery House and warn the others.
Mike: (Gulps) And that's my worse news. Em is in danger, too. I called the library and they said Em had already left...but no one saw her leave. :o :(
Peter: Do you think Shelia and Alex might have taken her?
Mike: Wouldn't surprise me, bu... (Mike suddenly roars and shakes his hands) Owww! My hands... (Growls) Damn them! They're paralyzin' Em! Shelia's already done that to Em once. She KNOWS Em was scared shitless the whole time she had her at the Royale Theater last year...BOTH times! X(
*Micky whimpers again, his eyes squeezing closed briefly.* :(
Peter: (Stands and helps Micky to his feet) Micky, I think you, Katie, and Michael ought to stay the night with Val and me. Do you want me to pack a bag for you?
*Micky sucks in a breath and nods once.*
(Peter gathers socks, shorts, pants, shirts, records, and various small toiletries. He takes Micky's drumsticks off the nightstand and stuffs everything in a duffle bag from the closet.)
Mike: I've gotta get back to Katie. Shelia probably still wants to get her hands on... (Suddenly, he falls to his knees and screams)
Peter: Michael, your aura...you look like you're in terrible pain! :o
*Micky puts a hand on his chest and steadies himself against the bed with the other.*
Mike: My legs...they feel stiff...they hurt...
Peter: What's going on?
Mike: They must have paralyzed Em's legs. (Growls) When I get my hands on... (roars and clutches his arms and chest) M...my whole body...hurts...
Peter: Oh, god! I've got to get you BOTH out of here! :o
Micky: *sucks in a breath; quietly* Lauren...evil...
Peter: Mike, we think Alex may have seduced Lauren. Micky (softer) felt her soul being corrupted. :o :(
Mike: WHAT? NO! (Pulls himself to his feet and goes to Micky) Oh, god, Mick... :(
*Micky bows his head.* :(
Peter: (Gulps) Micky, do you think Lauren has...something...to do with what happened to Emma and Michael? :(
*Micky lifts his head again. His eyes are filled with tears. He nods once.*
Mike: Mick...it's not your fault.
Peter: It's not anyone's fault.
*Micky just frowns.* :(
Mike: (Puts his hands on his chest and frowns himself) Em's been rendered completely helpless. Somethin's got a hold on her mouth and nose, and she's been muted, too. My throat's sore. :(
Peter: Micky, Michael, do you think you're up to blue-lighting yourselves to the Montgomery House?
Mike: I've got to stop at the Pad first. I need to pick up Katie, get a few things for both of us, and leave Davy a note.
*Micky nods, slowly.*
Mike: (Quietly) Oh, god, Katie. My little girl. Her mama...(softly)...what will I say to her? I ain't her mama.
Peter: Michael, she loves you. I don't think she's old enough to realize what's going on. She'll probably think Mama Bear's in New York again. :)
Mike: Yeah, but...(turns to the others with rare fear in his brown eyes)...I don't want to raise her alone. :(
Peter: (Puts a hand on his best friend's shoulder) You won't, Michael. We'll get Emma and Lauren back and set them right. :)
*Micky picks up the pillow he held earlier and hugs it to himself. He nods once.*
Peter: Come on, guys. Let's go to the Montgomery House. :)
Mike: And I've gotta get Katie (quieter), before those mother******* try to take her from me, too. X(
*Micky closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. A shaky blue light surrounds him.*
(A dark blue light surrounds Mike; a softer, lighter blue one surrounds Peter. All three disappear at once, along with the bag Peter packed for Micky.)
*We cut from the house to just outside Daphne's place. We see Davy and Daphne standing together.*
Davy: I had a great night tonight, Daphne. (Sighs) You look so beautiful in the moonlight, luv. :X
Daphne: *smiles* You're just saying that. ;)
Davy: No, I'm not. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever known.
Daphne: Thank you, Davy. It was a great night. :)
Davy: You're welcome, luv. Um...(grows visably nervous)...um...
Daphne: Yes, Davy? ;) :) :x
Davy: Wanna...do this tomorrow night? :-S
Daphne: *tries to hide being let down; forces a smile* Sure, Davy. :)
Davy: I love you, Daphne. (Kisses her, then heads out in his jeep. Daphne sighs and walks in the apartment complex. Cut to her opening the door to the apartment she shares with the Abbies, grumbling.)
Daphne: *plops on the couch and punches her fist into a pillow* Damn him! I KNOW he was going to ask me, I just know it! Why couldn't he do it?! *lets out a frustrated yell, then an annoyed sigh* I'm just glad the others decided to go on a shopping binge this week. :P
*There's a knock at the door.*
Daphne: I'm coming! (Gets up and opens the door...and is a bit surprised to see Lauren on the other side) Hi, Lauren. What brings you to Culver City at this hour? (Looks around) Where's Micky, at home with the twins?
Lauren: Yeah. Actually, I wanted to talk. Can I come in? :)
Daphne: Sure. I could use a chat. Kim and Jenny went on a shopping trip with a bunch of buddies up in San Francisco, and Maxine went to Queens to visit reletives. :p
Lauren: Sounds like a wallet-busting good time. ;)
Daphne: That's what I gathered from their message on the answering service. Maxine's just ready to go nuts. Some old aunt died, and her mother insisted that she come for the funeral. Her family is bigger than some armies. ;)
Lauren: *chuckles* Oh, geez. Makes me glad I come from a small family. ;)
Daphne: (frowns and sits down, putting her hand on her stomach.) I must have eaten too much on our date. (Looks up at Lauren and grins) Yeah, me too. Just me and my brothers and our folks. (leans back in the couch, groaning) Man, it really hurts. (Sighs) Maybe it's tension. :p
Lauren: Maybe indigestion... *pauses, pulls out a tissue and sneezes into it* Or maybe you're getting this. :P
Daphne: Geez, I hope not. Maxine booked us a wedding after she gets back from Queens next week. :p
(Daphne leans back and sighs sadly, wiping a stray tear from her eye.)
Lauren: *puts her tissue away* Oh, man... (Frowns) Uh oh. What happened with Dave?
Daphne: (Turns to Lauren) Laur, he WANTS to marry me. I know he does. Every time he tries to ask me, though, he just gets nervous and finds a way around it. (Softly) Most of our friends are married. I know how he feels about it, but we really love each other, and we've talked about starting a family someday. (Smiles shyly) Davy wants lots of little girls to spoil. ;) :)
Lauren: *smiles* That's Dave, all right. *sighs* Sometimes, he really just needs a good kick in the butt, you know?
Daphne: (Grins) I wish Kim and Jenny hadn't driven the van to Frisco. I'd drive over there right now and give him a kick in the butt...HARD. I should have done it before he left here. :p ;)
Lauren: Yeah... *eyes light up* Hey, wait! I could bring you to him! I've got my car. :D ;)
Daphne: (Grins) You do? Great! (Rubs her stomach) Maybe I ought to take some Pepto-Bismo first, though. :p
Lauren: Go ahead. ;)
(Daphne disappears in the bathroom and quickly reemerges, frowning.)
Daphne: It doesn't seem to have helped much. :p
Lauren: Maybe it's just taking a few moments to work.
Daphne: I guess... (Frowns)
Lauren: You'll probably feel better by the time we get to the pad.
Daphne: I hope so. I want to feel well when I kick Davy's rear. ;)
Lauren: *goes to the door and rests a hand on the knob* Shall we? ;) >:)
Daphne: Let's go. ;)
Lauren: You got it. *a dark blue light surrounds them and makes them disappear before Daphne can object--they reappear in a room, with Daphne lying on a bed; Lauren stands next to it, arms crossed*
Daphne: (Raises her head and looks around; eyes widen) Lauren, where are we? What's going on? This isn't the Pad! :o
Lauren: How very observant, Daphne. >:)
(Shelia enters at the moment, carrying a bundle of black silk scarves.)
Daphne: Why...(she gasps) Shelia! What are you doing on the other side of prison bars? (Grins) Shouldn't you be wearing jailbird feathers? ;)
Shelia: Feathers aren't IN right now. *hands Lauren some of the scarves*
Daphne: (Starts to move off the bed) I don't like the looks of those. (Indicates the scarves) :p
Lauren: *pushes Daphne back down* Stay.
Shelia: What's not to like about these scarves? ;)
Daphne: Lauren, what are you doing? X(
Lauren: Keeping you where you belong.
Shelia: Okay, Mother, you know the plan. ;) >:)
Daphne: What plan? X(
Lauren: This plan. *ties an end of one of the scarves to one of Daphne's wrists--Shelia does the same on the other side*
Daphne: What are you DOING? X( :o :-/
Lauren: *ties the other end to a bedpost* Tying you to the bed. >:)
*Shelia ties her side.*
Daphne: Why? What do you want with me? X( :o
(Daphne tugs at the scarves, but they won't budge.)
Shelia: We just want YOU. *begins to tie an ankle*
Lauren: We're going to have a little fun. *also ties an ankle*
*Shelia and Lauren step away after a few moments, revealing Daphne completely tied to the bed.* >:)
Daphne: (Struggles) Lauren, Shelia, what are you DOING? Tell me what this is all about! X(
Shelia: She's not the quietest bed partner, is she? (Grins and indicates the last remaining scarves) ;) >:)
Lauren: Not at all. :P >:)
Daphne: (Raises her eyebrows) Sorry, but you girls aren't my type. ;)
Lauren: I suppose we could find someone at least closer to your type. *takes another scarf and moves to the head of the bed*
Daphne: You know who my type is. :p
Lauren: Doesn't matter as long as it's a guy, does it? ;) >:)
Daphne: Lauren, you said you'd take me to Davy! X(
Lauren: I lied. *ties the scarf over Daphne's mouth* Much better. >:)
(Daphne glares angrily, muttering softly through the gag. X( :p)
Lauren: Such hostility. ;) >:)
Shelia: (Strokes Daphne's long, black hair) One more scarf. Where shall it go? ;) >:)
Lauren: I believe you already have a good idea where to put it. ;) >:)
(Shelia grins wickedly and tightly winds the scarf around Daphne's eyes. The two women sit on the bed and smile at the bound, blindfolded, and gagged girl who struggles between them.)
Shelia: (Runs her fingers down Daphne's side) Maybe we should...dress...her for her rendevouz with her new owner, don't you think? ;)
Lauren: *nods* I think he'd like that VERY much. ;)
(Daphne shakes her head, growling under her gag. X()
Lauren: How about this? *concentrates on Daphne; a dark blue light surrounds her; when it dissipates, Daphne is left wearing a skin-tight, black, sleeveless mini dress, with an extremely low v-neck; Lauren nods* Not bad, if I do say so myself. ;) >:)
(Daphne glares at Lauren again and mutters. :p)
Shelia: I don't think she likes it. ;)
Lauren: That's the thanks I get! :P ;) >:)
Shelia: (Looks at her watch) The Huntress's owner should be here any minute. Why don't we take our leave and let him...posess...her? ;) >:)
Lauren: Yes... ;) >:)
(Daphne shakes her head and roars, though it's muffled under the scarf. She struggles as hard as she can. X( )
(The two women walk out, chuckling to themselves.)
*There's a black light in the room. When it dissipates, Alex stands next to the bed, grinning.*
Alex: Well, well, what have we here? ;) >:)
(Daphne shifts in the bed, trying to move away from the voice.)
Alex: Is something wrong? ;)
(Daphne growls. X( )
Alex: Now, now, that is NO way for a lady to act. *moves to the head of the bed and leans down next to Daphne's ear* I would think twice about ANY attempts to AVOID me. >:)
(Daphne pulls back again, trying to free her wrists and ankles. :p)
Alex: Remember, I warned you. *gets on the bed and straddles her; pulls the gag off* I know you're going to be noisy, but I don't mind, really. >:) ;)
Daphne: Who ARE you? You're not Micky. If you were, you'd be doing this with Lauren.
Alex: You're very warm, though! *pauses, grins evilly* In more ways than one. ;)
Daphne: Get OFF me! You don't OWN me, you asshole! X(
Alex: Not yet, but I will momentarily. >:) *runs his fingertips down her sides* Nice dress. ;) >:)
Daphne: Not my choice. :p
Alex: Too bad. *runs his hands over her arms* You are a VERY lovely woman, you know that? >:)
Daphne: Thanks, but I'd rather hear someone else say that. :p
Alex: Except that that someone else doesn't have a clue. *snorts* He's NEVER gonna propose, and you KNOW that. *touches the side of her face*
Daphne: Yes, he will! He loves me! He just...he just doesn't know how to say it! (Turns her face from Alex's touch and tries to pull her head away.)
Alex: *leans down and brushes his lips along her neck* If he knew how to say, he WOULD have by now. He can't say it if it isn't true. >:)
Daphne: (Gasp) He...will. He...loves...me...
Alex: No, he doesn't. *kisses her neck*
Daphne: He...wants...to...marry...me...
Alex: Then why can't he ask you? *kisses his way down to the top of her chest*
Daphne: (Whispers) Afraid...he's afraid...afraid of marriage...afraid of...(almost too soft to hear)...us.
Alex: *nuzzles her chest* Fear is awful, isn't it? Are you afraid? Are you afraid of me? ;) >:)
Daphne: (Nods) Y...yes.
Alex: Why are you afraid? Am I not treating you right? Am I not treating you BETTER than him? Isn't this what you've wanted from him? ;) >:)
Daphne: N...no...(softer)...yes...I want him...
Alex: *runs his finger tips over her chest* Don't you like this? Don't you wish he would do this? Don't you want someone who can do this for you? >:)
Daphne: I want him to do this...someone... (sighs)
Alex: *leans down to kiss her* Are you sure you still want him?
Daphne: I...
Alex: *kisses her again, more deeply* Who do you want?
Daphne: I...I...want...
Alex: You want... *kisses her deeply again, running his fingers over her chest*
Daphne: (Squeals, then says in a soft breath) ...Master...
Alex: *nuzzles against her ear, still running his fingers over her* Excellent. >:)
Daphne: (Breathy monotone) I belong to Master.
Alex: You belong to me. >:) ;) :D
Daphne: (Monotone) I...belong...to you.
Alex: You will do what I ask of you. >:)
Daphne: Yes...
Alex: *kisses her again* Excellent. >:)
Daphne: I am yours, Master.
Alex: That is just what I wanted to hear. You will have no problem luring the Lord of the Manor, then? ;) >:)
Daphne: I will bring the Lord of the Manor to you.
Alex: And for that, you will be rewarded. *kisses her deeply again*
Daphne: Reward... (smiles faintly)
*And we fade out as Alex continues to kiss Daphne.* >:) ;)