AN: Okay guys here's another one. Thanks for all the support so far.

Dri quietly lifted the gate to the elevator. They had stayed with Joe for the remaining month it would take to finish remodeling the dojo. That was five months ago. Downstairs the dojo looked exactly as it had when she first met Mac. Upstairs however, the loft was no longer a loft. It was more like an apartment now.

When you walked in there was the living room and kitchen. That much was still just about the same. However, past the living room was a wall that ran across the room. There were two doors that were symmetrically distanced apart.

The left door was Duncan's room and the right was Dri's. There was still only one bathroom, but for two people it wasn't a big deal. Richie had gotten an apartment of his own not far from the dojo. Living with Mac again for a while had been cool, but there wasn't enough room at the dojo for the three of them.

Dri was a little late coming home. She had date with a boy at school and Duncan had given her explicit instructions to be home by eleven. It was a little past midnight.

She tiptoed into the dark living room. She hoped that Duncan was still asleep. She hadn't meant to stay out. In fact she hadn't even been with Jake, the boy who asked her out. She had ditched him about thirty minutes into the date after he had tried to get her to do things she just didn't want to do.

Dri didn't want to put he kept pressuring her. After he grabbed her it was all over. She gave him a right hook that he'd never forget. He got upset and and pushed her out of the car. Then he took off, leaving Dri stranded in the middle of the city.

Dri had been completely disappointed. She had bought a new outfit especially for the occasion. It was in fact her first date. Duncan had given her his credit card and told her to go wild. He was almost as excited as she was.

She had bought a new pair of tight, black hiphugger jeans and a blue top in the shape of a butterfly that tied in back. She got a pair of black boots that went great with the outfit. Dri had even gotten her hair cut. Not much though. She had just gotten it relayered so that it shaped her face better.

Duncan and Richie's jaw dropped when she came out of the bedroom. She had worn minimal makeup because she hated the way it felt on her face. She had settled for some eyeshadow, mascara, and lip gloss. It was all she needed. Duncan and Richie both thought she looked exquisite.

Dri didn't want Duncan to know what had happened. She contemplated calling Richie, but changed her mind. It was really embarrassing as it was and no one needed to know that her first date was a complete failure. She thought that she would have enough time to walk home. Unfortunately she was wrong.

She had reached her bedroom door with no problem. She was reaching out to grab the knob of her door when the lights flicked on. She sighed and turned around to feel the wrath of her guardian.

"Sit." Mac said.

Dri knew that tone of voice. It was the one Mac used when he was trying to keep his temper in check. She walked over and plopped on the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the floor as though it was the most magnificent thing in the world.

"Where have you been?"

"I'm sorry I was late," She told him. "I lost track of time."

"You couldn't call? You have a cell phone!"

"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed looking up at him. "I didn't think!"

Duncan walked over and leaned over the couch so that his nose was barely an inch from hers. He'd grown to know Dri very well in the last eight months. Something else was up. She just didn't forget.

"Try again."

"Nothing happened! I swear!"

"Then where were you?"

Dri tried to sink into the couch. She really, really didn't want to tell him the truth.


The way he said her name let her know that he wasn't going to let this go.

"Look there was some.difficulties."

Mac stood up and raised an eyebrow. "Difficulties?"

"I took care of it."

"Dri what happened."

She tried to sink farther into the couch and Mac noticed that her face was turning a nice shade of crimson.

He sighed and kneeled in front of her. Sometimes Dri would talk to him or Richie willingly, but other times it was like pulling teeth.

"It's okay to tell me," He said in a kinder voice.

"You're just going to get angry."

"I'm already angry," He told her. "But to be honest I was more worried than anything. I didn't know where you were. I was scared something had happened to you."

"Nothing happened to me that I couldn't handle."

Duncan pulled her arm away from her chest. "Then why is your hand bruised?"

Dri jerked her hand back. She was hoping that he hadn't noticed.

"I punched him," She said looking away.

"Why?" Duncan asked, not sure he was going to like the answer.

Dri started shaking her knee. It was a nervous habit Duncan had noticed she did when she was either extremely embarrassed or extremely upset. He thought that maybe it was a mixture of both this time.

He put a hand on her knee to make it stop jumping. "Why did you punch him Dri?"

"It's stupid!" Dri said beginning to become frustrated.

"Then you should have no problem telling me."

"Jake thought that I needed to learn to drive 'stick shift'." She said repeating the words he had used.

Mac raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"And I told him that I didn't need or want to."

"And?" He asked again.

Dri's face was completely flushed. "Oh come on Mac. I told you I took care of it."

"And?" He asked with a firmer tone of voice.

She sighed. "He thought no meant yes and he grabbed me." She shrugged. "So I punched him."

Dri had been right. Duncan was angry, but not at her. He wanted to kill Jake. No, he wanted to hurt him first and then he wanted to kill him.

"Are you all right?"

She nodded. "I'll live."

"You'll always live," Mac replied dryly. "But are you all right."

"Yes," She lied, getting up and starting to pace.

Duncan stood up and crossed his arms. He didn't believe her but he let it got for the moment.

"All right. That still doesn't explain why you were an hour past curfew."

She stopped pacing and looked at him. Then she diverted her gaze back to the floor.

"When I punched Jake, he kicked me out of the car."

"You mean you walked home?"

"Yes," Dri whispered.

"Are you crazy?" Duncan asked, anger evident in his voice. "You are seventeen years old! Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?"

"I'm sorry," She whispered.

"Why didn't you call me or Richie or Joe, or someone so you didn't have to walk home?" He asked her.

Silence was his only answer. Mac knew she was upset, but he wasn't about to let her get away with it. Her actions were completely careless and dangerous.

"You're grounded." He stated flatly. "Two weeks. You'll go to school and come home. No phone, no music, no tv, no dojo."

Dri nodded.

Mac was surprised. Normally Dri would fight him tooth and nail over working out at the dojo. She was really upset. It made him wonder if anything else happened. She wouldn't tell him unless she was ready though. Besides she'd already been through enough tonight. He decided to let it go.

"It's been a long night," Mac told her. "Go get some rest."

TBC~~ Ok I know it starts out a lot with Duncan, but don't worry this fic will be based around Dri and Richie. Please review!!