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[fucktonofcoffee]

Who: The Morgans: Debra and Derek
What: Some fighting!
When: Day 49, late afternoon
Where: Main Street

Debra just watched as Emily walked away. The female Morgan was none to pleased with the manner in which the woman had pretty much told the two of them that they were acting like idiots. Hell, they were acting like idiots, and Debra knew she was

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[derek_morgan]

His right eye twitched behind the aviator shades while his face flexed as his jaw clenched. Emily didn't want a tour around Peaksville but left him to deal with his psycho other half. How exactly was he being an ass?! He wasn't the one saying shit that he obviously didn't mean. Or maybe he was. Like hell he'd admit that. His brow was about to catch a cramp in the scowl fixed on his face.

Deb spoke and he was completely not in the mood for her shit. "Fantastic," he answered so baritone that there was a growl in his voice. There was no way he would continue to stand out in the middle of the damn town and put on a display for West or anyone else. Moreover, Derek couldn't stand still anymore. He started back toward their house, fully expecting the wearer of his matching band to follow. And more than likely, yell.

[fucktonofcoffee]

The jaw clenching made her own clench in response. Well, this was fucking awesome wasn't it. For a moment she just stared at him like this was some sort of showdown at noon between the two of them. Not since Lundy had fucking disappeared in the middle of no where had she felt this level of anger and just generally being unsettled. Unsettled she was.

The growl in his voice made her twitch slightly. She just started storming towards their house as well. The house where they didn't even have separate fucking corners to go to and curl up in and just be not fucking underfoot. A part of her quoted back the statistic about who kills married people.

For some reason, the term 'kill' made her freeze for a moment, and it chilled the stream of words that were about to fall out of her mouth. She could see the DVD cover in her hand, her brother holding a knife and then she shook it off. "So what the fuck?"

[derek_morgan]

As much as he expected Deb to yell, it further provoked Derek. There was no winning. Or so it seemed. He didn't appreciate his friend dismissing him and taking sides without even knowing the argument. He didn't appreciate his

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Oh what the fuck?" The words quickly muttered toward him when he mentioned her disappearing. This was not what she had fucking expected with her god damn day. None of this was. Not the fucking coming back to the Boarding being gone, to ending up playing house with him and not to the fact that fucking she'd posted on the journals and hadn't heard from fucking him.

She looked just as angry as he did. Her mouth was tight and set into a grim line, and she was scowling and her eyes were hard as little pieces of flint.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Her words were spat rather than shouted. "No, really who the fuck do you think you are? I disappeared this time because I fucking died. It's not like I had any fucking choice over the god damn manner. It wasn't as if I sat in the fucking cornfield and went 'hey, let me stay the fuck away from everyone and have no contact except for fucking Catwoman."

[derek_morgan]

This wasn't productive by why means. Derek may have been terrible at being an ass but he sure as hell felt like one. There was no relief at getting Deb to open up. In fact, he possibly just made her go through exactly what he had been attempting to avoid. She relived everything she had been through with demons and adversaries. Who was he to keep her in the dark? Maybe she needed the truth to heal. He didn't know anymore