Dog Fight: Horndog 4 Life

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"Listen Gabe, you only got 4 things going for you: my build, your mother's tan, your granddad's chin, and the family jewels. This is a superficial world we live in and I'm glad you got the best parts of the family to keep ya on the road to success, Son."

Gabriel stared up at his father for a minute in a slightly befuddled manner before leaning, ever so slowly, to the left inorder to get a clear view of the PGC Afterschool Special. He really didn't want to miss the "Statesman says..." segment that comes at the very end of every episode.

Phillip Asher, Jr. sighed and continued to let his son zone out in front of the television and walked his way back to the kitchen where his wife was furiously working at getting dinner done early.

"Phil, leave Gabriel alone. He's just a baby for crying out lou-mmph..."

Phillip mashed his mouth on to her's in a half hearted attempt at spontaneous romance and a full attempt at keeping her quiet for at least 10 seconds.

"And what was that for, mister?" Mrs. Asher gave her husband a suspicious look.

"Nothin' at all darlin', just a little taste of whats to come... later tonight."

"What? A quick squeeze and tickle then you rolling over and stealing all the covers?"

"That really hurts, ya know."

"You know you love me."

"Yeah", he returned with a goofy grin.

"Now are you going to help me out here, mi amor, or are we going to step into time machine after dinner and time travel back to an hour before the concert starts, hmm?"

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"Remember boys and girls, drinking may look like the cool thing to do but take it from me, Statesman, booze makes you lose."

As he signed off with a helmet shaded wink and star-spangled thumbs up, Gabriel Asher lifted his tucus off the couch and wandered over to the kitchen lead by the primal teenaged instinct to feed.

"What's for... OH CRAP IN A HAT!"

His eyes wide with shock and horror.

"GABRIEL", his mother shouted, "LANGUAGE!".

"Aww c'mon not cabbage soup again..."

"Its caldo and you like it!"

"Not anymore I don't. Anyways, cabbage soup..."

"Kiddo, its got cabbage, potato, chicken... and your mother worked very hard on this."

"... and salad?!?"

"Hey, I can't cook and, besides, salad's good for you. Now get that rear in gear and wash up. Remember your mom and I are headin' out for some alone time so make sure your homework is KO'd before we eat."

"Jesus, like rabbits."

"GABRIEL, LANGUAGE!"

"Sorry, Mom."

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"All of 15 now and I can't even be left alone in peace without having the mental image of themd... doing... things", he visibly shuddered as he stomped into his room.

Crisp new posters of babes and bands, and babes in bands, covered the white washed walls. Dirt clods and muddy tracks lead to a corner of the room where a pile of sneakers, cleats, and other shoes lay in a rank pile.

Gabriel grabbed a magazine off his dresser and in a single move shifted the mountain of clean and relatively clean clothes to the side of his bed and flopped down on his stomach ready to waste a couple minutes oogling the bikini clad ladies of Sports Illustrated, swiped from his dad's collection of course, before heading back acting like he washed his hands.

"GABRIEL MARCOS ASHER, YOU BETTER BE..."

He jumped at the thunderous blast of maternal authority.

"I AM, I AM! Aye yai yai... sheesh."

Gabe tossed his mag on the dirty floor and headed for the bathroom.

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He knocked first, knowing perfectly that no one was in there, but years of being told to knock first drilled this into him, before throwing open the door and flicking on the light.

Without missing a beat he flicked on the hot and cold taps and went at cleaning his hands, not 10 seconds into it he looked up, teenage-hood having put some vanity into his tackle-damaged brain, and too his shock two, barely noticeable lumps were protruding from his forehead.

At first he assumed they were pimples gone awry, then he remembered where is dad had been working all these years and his emotions pulled a 180.

These weren't pimples. Years and years of hero worship came flooding back, costumes, capes, battles, and BABES! These were the first step to amazing powers.

'Maybe they're like organic electrodes and let shoot lightning out of my face? Or maybe they let me talk to fish... nah. Or-or...', his mind raced with ideas.

"DINNNNNNEEEEEEEER!", his mother yelled from the across the house.

He shut off the taps, dried his hands, and went about feeling his head lumps as he walked back across the house.

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"Have you ever had that feeling that someone is watching you?", Gabriel asked standing at the entrance to the dining room/kitchen area.

His parents pulled apart from thier kiss at the dining table.

"Not until you were born."

"Phillp!"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, I love you too Pop", Gabe said before sitting down before his nice steaming bowl of cabbage soup (a.k.a. caldo) and his salad (a.k.a. dad's half assed attempt at cooking).

The Asher Family started their meal without missing a beat, the pepper and salt shakers made their rounds, a quick game of frisbee was played with a dried out tortilla before being admonished by the family matriarch, and then halfway through the meal Gabriel got up and served their drinks.

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As the sound of ice hitting glass bottoms rang out from the kitchen, Phillip and Rose decided to play 20 Questions with their son.

"So kiddo, you like girls right?"

"Que?"

"Your father asked if you liked girls, mijo."

"Uhh... of course I do. Cooties were no longer a problem when I hit 13, Pop."

"So any of them you'd like to tell your mother and I about?"

Silence.

"I'll take that as a 'No' then."

"Gabriel, its okay if you don't want us to know about your love life."

'Oh god are we really discussing this?', he thought to himself as he poured some Back-Alley Brew Rootbeer into his glass.

"We were both teenagers once. Besides you're too young for girls, your still my baby."

"Oi."

"C'mon you know your mother loves you. Its why we kept you. It was that or get a dog but I don't want to raise anything that eats garbage and humps all day."

Rose gave her husband a disapproving look.

"What'd I say...?!?"

"So anything 'groovy' going on at school, Gabriel?"

"Mom... do not say groovy ever again, okay? And nothin' important really."

"I heard at the plant that you're really using your head on the field."

"Yeah, coach says if I break one more helmet he's going to start charging me for them."

"The hell I'm paying that namby-pamby for faulty equipment!"

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[Esbat]

Okay so I see some of you are reading this so for those of you keeping up with this you might need a brief explanation for what I'm doing with the story:

1) Horndog 4 Life is going to chronicle Gabriel's life leading up to becoming Horndog, whom later becomes Dog Fight ;)

2) I am in and out of creative ruts all the freakin' time and since Dog Fight is such a blast to RP I decided I'd give him a little background as to why he's such a Horndog. :naughty:

3) Being a relatively young hero in PCity, 26 to be exact, and being almost 15 at the beginning of the story there will be a few jumps in time coming up. Sorta just slices of his life from time to time.

4) I don't plan on posting every day to the story but weekly seems to be good and the posts should be longer and longer each time, but this is something I'll be workin' on for the next month so it shan't be very long.

5) I'm gonna put this story at PG-13, as he gets older he gets randomu... err randier, as should his shenanigans.

6) This is not at all pre-planned its basically written on the fly with 99.9% of the editing being done in my head and the spell checker .1% of the time. So bear with me :P

7) And finally any questions about the story or its author feel free to PM me. Who knows... what you may ask me might impact the story. ;)

NOW BACK TO THE SHOW!

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"Listen Pop, its fine... I'll just, just... try not to bust any more equipment."

"Anyways, mijo, anything else going on?"

Gabe was quiet as he brought 3 glasses to the table.

"We really wanna know, Son."

He sat down, head hung low and spoke.

"I think something's wrong with my head."

"What?"

"I-I-I kinda have these lumps growing out of the top of my forehead."

Phillip leaned towards his son and inspected the raised and slightly reddened skin just within his son's hairline.

"Rose... these sure ain't pimples."

"PHILLIP!"

"I'm just saying, is all."

"Well, its our son. This isn't a time for joking."

Rose sighed, got up out of her chair and went to her son.

"Listen Gabriel its... uhh... theres something we need to tell you and it might not be all that pleasant to hear so bear with us."

"Yeah?", he said, looking up into his mother's eyes.

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"Well...", Rose looks over her husband her eyes reddening, tears held back.

"Son," Phillip spoke up, "ya see..."

"Am I dying?"

"WHAT?!"

"Is this like cancer or something... of the face?", Gabe asked honestly, a bit of fear wavering in his voice.

"No, no... no", was all Rose could muster before hugging her child close to her body.

"Gabe, you're not dying for anything you're just going through the change some of the Asher's and your Mother's side of the family go through at this age."

"Mijo, we're not quite, exactly normal."

"We're a bunch of aliens?"

"Not aliens, just not 100% human, kid."

Phillip shifted uneasily in his seat watching his wife cling so tightly to their teenaged son.

"Gabriel, mijito, you must understand theres a reason your father and I came to Paragon City."

"What are we?"

"I don't know, exactly. Your mother and I sort of sought each other out unknowingly years and years ago, sorta on instinct, and one thing lead to another and POOF! Thats why you're here."

"Poof?"

"Well it get complicated and awkward for me to discuss with you but I'm sure your high school Health Education class can give you the gist of it."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Gabriel?"

"Can I breathe now?"

"Oy, sorry Gabe its just I didn't want you to be sad..."

"I-I'm fine with it, I guess, it doesn't explain why I have lumps on head though."

"That never happened to me as a kid. How 'bout you Rose?"

Rosa Asher ran her hand over the red lumps on her son's head.

"No, this is... is new. No one in mi familia ever experienced this."

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"Anything else strange happening to you?"

"Well I ha-have been growing ha-"

"NO! I mean non-pubescence related, Gabe!" Phillip visibly mortified.

"Oh, well. Hmm, well I have been alot more... eager around women."

"Your father already said..."

"No, you see. I'm a tad more -- more excitable than what the counselor says is normal."

"Counselors?!!?"

"Gabriel, why didn't you come to us first? We're your parents."

"I thought you'd get mad or something. Its weird talkin' 'bout this stuff with you guys."

Rose shot her husband a nasty glare, he returned an awkward shrug.

"Okay, we can understand all this. Its very natural, our kind have strong urges and desires, it becomes easier to control over time. You're just so very young, mi amor, thats all."

"Anything else 'fore eat, then me and your mother take off for the night?"

Gabriel thought for a second.

"My visions gets a bit blurry sometimes."

"Stuff tastes or smells different too?"

"Yeah. More changes, right?"

"Righto, big guy."

Gabriel gave his parents each a big hug before they went back to dinner.

<END OF PART I>

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"ARGH! My freakin' hair's all f'ed up man. Look at it!"

"G-dog there ain't nothin' wrong with your fro, man."

"Word."

"I hate it when ya'll talk like that... its -- its strange, okay?" he said before spitting in his palms, mashing his mitts together, and running them through his hair.

"Gabe their ain't nothing wrong with your hair. I swear on my grandmother's eyes that you focus too damn much on your looks and not enough on the plays."

"Jeremy's right, helmet hair is not gonna end your life, dude."

"Jer... Zeke... I love you guys like I love a double dose of Precal homework but-- admit it. My hair's f'ed up right? I mean c'mon!"

"Sheeeeeet, G-Dog just go ta class mang."

"B-but..."

"GO!", his buddies yelled in unison.

"I really hate you guys."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Move it you punkass piece o' crap."

Gabriel slammed his locker shut, shrugged on his letterman jacket, and left his amigos behind and headed to class.

Art class.

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[Esbat]

He meandered down the empty halls eyeing school spirit banners that read: Patriot Pride Is Alive! , Paragon Patriots Pave The Way! , and other football team inspired propaganda.

His sneakers squeaked as he rounded the corner into the east wing of the school into the heart of the foreign languages and arts classrooms. Peeking into the occassionally opened doorway he'd spy random hotties he'd seen cheering bleachers or kickin' it in the parking lot during class sharing a cigarette or splitting a pair of earbuds.

High school girls were great and all, full of energy and angst, but his desires set his libido's sights on a different kind of girl, woman rather.

He sped up his trip and approached his class door. Gabe took a quick once over of the room through the small window of the closed door and spotted everyone sitting around talking to each other and basically blowing off class.

Good.

He was known of his speed and somehow in his speed he found an uncanny ability to be quick and quiet which made him a great asset on the football field and translated into other parts of his life like sneaking in and out of classes or his bedroom.

This time he wasn't so lucky.

Twisting the door open rather hastily the high school senior took one step into the class, eyes shut, and mouth open to sigh in relief (for comedic effect, of course) only to slam his mouth onto another. His body pressed up against someon elses.

His eyes shot open and to his surprise...

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... Celia Turner, the hottest most desirable woman in the whole school, whom also happened to be the new art teacher.

Well at least in Gabe's humble opinion.

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"Listen here Asher its bad enough you glorify yourself on the football field but sexually assaulting a teacher?", the principal's eyes bloodshot from a mixture of shock, horror, and caffiene withdrawal.

Gabe's back muscles twitched involuntarily which added a touch of drama to the sudden paleing of his complexion.

"Sexual assault? C'mon Max he didn't mean to... he's just a boy." Coach Kirby added.

"J-just a boy. He's G.D. six feet and growing, he's a man and if I had my way he'd be locked up for the indignity that Ms. Turner has suffered."

Gabriel slid further down into the uncomfortable chair that he was seated no less than 12 inches from the front of Principal Puckett, as his coach played defense for him against Puckett's threats.

He was up Hershey creek this time, whether or not it was his fault was beside the point now. Four years of antics both on and off the field had garnered himself a bit notoriety.

'You orchestrate a few lunchtime eating contests, mass classroom walkouts, and the occassional shower-room raid, and suddenly you're the lovechild of Ferris Bueller and Rosemary's Baby', he thought to himself.

"What can he do to apologize, Max? What?"

"First off a week of suspension..."

"Okay."

"... both at school AND the football field."

"What?!?!"

'ACK!'

"You can't do that! There's a pivotal game this coming week!"

"I can and will. Secondly, he's to apologize to Ms. Turner..."

"Sure he can do that."

"In the form of a 10 page essay."

"CRAP IN HAT, MAN!"

"N-no problem, Coach. Principal Puckett, I'll make it up to the school and Ms.Turner", Gabriel finally spoke up.

"Good. This is a good first step in making amends."

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"This blows, mang", Jeremy said before launching a quick pass to Gabriel.

"Tell me about it."

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Zeke thumbed through a magazine, knowing him it was probably Playboy or Penthouse or some other mag with some swanky title horded by his father or brother.

"Jer, Gabe check this out!"

Jeremy missed Gabriel's return pass and trotted over to their buddy's side.

"Nah, I don't want to see that, guys...".

Jeremy and Ezekiel threw worried stares at their recently punished cohort.

"... right now at least."

The duo continued the ogling but before long --

"DAY-UM!" Jeremy exclaimed before snatching the mag from Zeke's mitts and tossing it at Gabe.

"Look at the t...", he trailed off as, instinctively, Gabriel caught it and the centerfold unfolded in all its oversexed, air brushed glory right as Ms. Turner, again the most amazing sex-ahy teacher (in Gabe's humble, teenaged opinion) happened by.

With the centerfold's aloof yet alluring grin beckoning the young teacher and Gabriel's mouth agape, time didn't freeze for the son of Phillip and Rosa Asher.

No, no, no, he wasn't that lucky.

He froze in place, and time continued without him.

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'The hell... why am I standing here like this? Why can't I move?'

Ezekiel and Jeremy were saying things that he couldn't quite understand. 10 to 1 they were half muttered curses or excuses or maybe they were just babbling, nevertheless...

'She's just standing there -- there, blushing? Oh God, is she embarassed? Or is she just embarassed for me? Or did the situation get even better and Puckett is standing right behind me with a couple cops and kilo of coke they "happened to find" in my locker or something?'

Gabriel's body, not even his eyelids would twitch, the breath trapped in his started to heat up. The heat slowly growing and emanating from his skin. This he was sure of.

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'Now what're those brutes up to today?', a young lass thought to herself as she spied the current antics of the Titanic Trio and Ms. Turner during the course of her afterschool rooftop sunning slash nap.

'Well girly girl, its time to find out.'

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Jer and Zeke each slinked away from the situation in their own different way: Ezekiel slipping back into the bushes that divided the tree-shaded stretch of grass they usually hung out at ducking through the foliage and into the teacher's parking lot, whilst Jeremy spotted a small group of latina hotties and took it upon himself to explain how he's somehow distantly related to the Back Alley Brawler.

Meanwhile, without a word, Ms. Turner took the magazine from Gabe's perfectly still hands, folded back up the centerfold before shutting it and then proceeded to attempt to hand it back to the petrified man-child.

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Chesi eased her way off the gymnasium and crawled her way down the roughly textured brick and mortar wall, the fine points of her claws fitting into the smallest of cracks and crevices. Halfway down she bounded off the wall and silently landed about 40 yards from the scene.

With the tune to the A-Team going on in her head she began picking her way carefully through the teacher parking lot. Chesi flattened herself to the pavement, slipping under Coach Kirby's truck, with her tail instinctively dodging being blindly stepped on by Zeke. She silently hissed at him before slinking into the bushes to get a better view.

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[Esbat]

Writers note: 2 - 6 days for the next entry... its a tad long and I needed to do a bit of research for this one so bear with me! :cool:

EDIT: Thanks to Frostilicus here for reminding me about this... I don't mind if anyone posts in the thread as long as its not a contribution to the story, i.e. an RP post, but Crits/Complaints/Praise/the typed out version of a woman throwing her panties at me/etc. are indeed welcome. *strokes ego* :cool:

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((No problems Esbat :cool: Keep the story coming though..it's a nice read :thumbup: ))

[Esbat]

The young femme feline, scrunched her entire body under the itchiest damn bushes on campus and peered at the scene before her. There was Gabriel, in all his horn headed glory, stone still... in a deer-in-the-headlights kinda way as Ms. Turner was waving around a girly mag.

'An odd sight to behold, Chesi, an odd sight indeed', she thought to herself with a fang ladened grin.

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'C'MON ASHER, MOVE - YOUR - ASS! MOVE!', he inwardly screamed.

He started to sweat profusely the temperature of his skin rising drastically in a matter of seconds.

"Gabriel, j-just take it", she said still offering the magazine to her seemingly paralyzed student, "you're not in trouble or anything, so just take this and go, okay?"

Ms. Turner stared right into his gaze, leaning forward ever so closely.

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I once read up on the 'net: In classic spontaneous human combustion the body burns itself more completely than can normally be achieved at a crematorium.

Gabriel sat completely silent in the back of the squad car.

But in this instance I didn't burn to ash...

The crowd around the teachers parking lot grew like a tick, every flash and turn of the black and white's lights like a heartbeat, and with each beat the life's blood of the crime scene fed the murmuring crowd's morbid curiosity.

Ms. Turner did.

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[Esbat]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

YOUR GOD HATES LIARS!

MY DARK LORD HATES THIEEEEEEEEEVES!

The screams of a madman echoed throughout the halls of the PCPD.

GIVE IT BACK TO ME! GIVE IT BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

For two hours of Gabriels' life he sat in a sterile grey room with two detectives.

Two hours they questioned him, a literal barrage of questions that fell on shock deafened ears.

Words like Cult, ritual, sacrifice, along with mutant, freak, and pyro were the few his mind could pick out. In reality he could still hear her screams and the yowl from the flaming bushes. The smell of meating cooking and burnt hair -- fur.

No one could have told him that would happen. Not even his parents knew what his mind and body were capable of. HE didn't know what he was capable of but as the memory continued to resurrect itself over and over and over and over and...

"She was roasted ALIVE, GODDAMNIT!"

Gabriel didn't look up at the detectives that seemed to tower over him.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO US, YOU LITTLE SH..."

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[Esbat]

"--OWS ON, GABRIEL!!! WAKE UP, YA FOO'!"

Chesire shook the hornheaded sleepyhead to the waking world, her claws barely digging into his toughened skin. Gabriel visibly winced and silently mouthed 'Ow'.

"Crybaby."

"That hurts ya know."

"They certainy ain't Lee Press Ons, G Dog."

Gabriel grabbed the roll of blue painter's tape that hung in his face and finished wrapping his last horn making it completely blue and ready to be chromakey-ed out of the scene he'd be in.

As he stood up and tore off the last strip of the tape he needed from the roll Chesi pounced and knocked him back onto the couch he was asleep on only moments before.

"What's new, pussy cat?"

"What if I told you I was pregnant?"

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Gabe's eyes widened, and his passenger, who currently straddled his athletic frame leaned forward.

"Yeah, I thought as much", the humanoid feline cooed into his ear before slipping off him and stepped out of their shared dressing room.

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"Listen Gloria... LISTEN TO ME!", Gabe grabbed the woman and shook her where she stood, anger boiling to the surface, his face crimson turning purple.

"We HAVE to hide body."

"B-but..."

"No buts about lady, we can't leave him here to rot while the police scour the city for him. No, no, no we slip his corpse into the sewers let the good doctor take care of the rest."

She went hysterical but Gabe's grip held her in place.

"But he's my husband!"

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[Esbat]

NOTE: 4 days left in my hiatus from the story before I start posting again, fyi :)

NOTE #2: I don't really feel like editing it but if anyone wants to take a crack at it feel free... if not don't worry I'll edit these 2 parts before I start on the third and final act.

[Esbat]

"CUT AND PRINT!"

The director sprang out of his chair, his trucker's cap slipping off his head in the process while a PA quickly swept it off the ground and slid it back on his boss.

"Gabe, you're not looking too hot these days bro", the director hooked an arm around the neck of the co-star and pulled him away from the soundstage.

"Wha--?"

"Oh that crap I said was to... just tell me, is this 'Gloria' good as the last one or do we need casting to get us a new one?"

Gabe thought for a second.

"Good enough, I mean she's not bad or anything--"

"She's got some tasty ta-tas right?"

"Definitely."

"I'd like to do the chicken mcnasty with her at the next cast par-"

At that moment Gabriel caught site of Chesi's bare tail swish past one of the doors.

"Uhh, sure thing-- love to see that sometime... gotta split, mang. GF's got big news for me. Tah tah."

And with that Gabe took off like a shot.

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[Esbat]

Gabriel sped down the lot, snatching up Chesi in the process, before coming to a blurred halt on the roof of the studio's production center.

He took a moment to gasp for air before putting the feline down.

"I had shoes, ya know?", she said wiggling the toes of one of her feet at the breathless wonder.

"Sh@#!"

He faded into a blur before returning with her shoes.

"So I guess you want to know..."

In the blink of an eye he was down on one knee although he bared no ring.

"Marry me."

Chesire looked away.

"It's not yours, Gabe."

"H-How can you know its not...?"

"Trust me, I can tell these things."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"You know how I said there was no way I could get that part in that movie 'Cops In Capes'?"

His heart sank.

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"Its not a question of who you have to blow in this town..."

Gabriel balled his hands into fists and brought them down onto the roof smashing a goodsized hole in.

"Don't, Chesire."

"I'm not being funny or sarcastic Gabe... its the truth."

"C'mon its--"

She lifted his chin with a finely manicured claw and stared into his green eyes.

"I know its not fair, hun, but its what happened. And I love you and I know you love me but I-- we can't be together. I can't marry you. I'm too screwed up and you know it."

Tears began to well up in his eyes.

"I don't care who's baby it is--"

"Shhhh, hush, okay?", she asked placing her hand over his mouth.

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[Esbat]

And with that she kissed her puppy on the forehead before turning her back on him as he sped off the roof and into the distance.

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Rrrrrrrring.

"PHIL!"

Rrrrrrrring.

"PHIL!"

Rrrrrrrrring.

"PHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLL"

He picked up the reciever.

"I got it, I got it! Jesus H. on a... Hello?"

"Pop?"

"Gabe?"

"Yeah its me, Pop..."

Phil turned his head away from the phone.

"ROSE, IT'S THE BOY!"

Quickly she dashed out of the bath, pulled a towel around herself to the best of her ability, and picked up the phone in their bedroom.

"Mijito!"

"Mom... Dad, uh, you guys haven't converted my room into a sex room, yet have ya?"

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Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

All of my love...

***END OF PART II***

[Esbat]

Now to edit these two parts with some "deleted scenes" (aka parts I'm gonna fill in now that the main bits of the story is laid out), and then once thats done the 3rd act will pick up shortly afterwards.

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I"m actually almost done editting this up... I post no ETA as when I do I'm a few weeks/months later ;p