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The Reminiscing Process	By : DarkKitty27 Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 2831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Window, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Miss Me?
- 2-Bedtime
- 3-Tradition
- 4-Alone
- 5-Bliss
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Disclaimer: I don�t own Mort Rainey (although I reallllly wish I did ;-D...) but, I do own Lizzy, she is my own made up character.

Summary: Mort Rainey gets an unexpected visitor from his earlier days....whom, it seems, time has treated very well.

Warning: Very strong R, because of Adult Content. So, if Adult situations are not your thing, this fic isn�t for you. Otherwise, enjoy :)

The Reminiscing Process

By Dark_Kitty

Chapter 1: Miss me?

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Mort Rainey slowly stirred on his couch. It had been almost a year since the incidents and he still took regular naps. He had since then moved into a small house a great distance away from his solitary cabin. It was quiet, but not too quiet, that he made sure of. It was about the same size as his cabin, and there was a lake nearby so he could still feel the familiar breeze off the water. It was a change, and that's exactly what Mort needed after everything that had happened. But that didn't mean his habits had to change, except for those which consisted of talking to himself. He still sat in front of his laptop day after day, popping one Dorito after another.

Now, he was asleep on his couch, blinking at the light through his windows. Someone was knocking at his door and he didn't like getting woken up.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*

Mort squinted his eyes at his door and tried to push himself up. He grabbed his watch and looked at the time. Blurry. He reached for his glasses and looked at the time again. 1:45pm. Hmmm, long nap. Running a hand through his unruly hair he smoothed his new, unworn robe and padded across the floor. He pulled the door open, blinking.

"My, my, Mort Rainey. I do believe you look unruly as ever", the young lady at the door stated with a smile, "but you are most definitely still my Mort Mort. Nice glasses by the way."

Mort blinked again, there was something familiar about this girl, yet he couldn't place it. She seemed to know him very well. Yes, there was something extremely familiar about her. He knew her...but...

The girl looked at his puzzled expression and shook her head a bit, "Now, don't tell me you are drawing a blank here Mort. I know it's been, what, 12 years? but you gotta recognize me, come on! Okay, okay wait..", she set down her small purse, "I'll give you a hint: "Mort Mort can I have a piggy back ride?!", she shrieked in a high-pitched childlike voice.

The realization hit him like a falling brick. "Holy shit. Lizzy!", he managed a shocked smile, more surprised than anything, and the girl grinned, nodding furiously. "My god, I, I don't know what to say, I, what are you doing here? How in the hell did you ya know where to find me?"

"How bout saying "hi" for starters?" she said tilting her head at him.

"Oh yea, of course, Hi", he chuckled almost nervously at her. He wasn't used to surprise company. Especially this kind of surprise company. Elizabeth, or Lizzy as she was normally called, was practically part of his family. His best friend Bill Prescott had graduated from high school about 2 years before him and had a baby with his girlfriend Melanie--Elizabeth. Being Bill's best friend, Mort spent a lot of his time around their tiny apartment. He was like an uncle to little Lizzy and thanks to her, he became known as "Mort Mort" around their household. He hadn't seen her in...12 years just like she said. 'Wow, 12 years, it's been that long?...', he thought to himself.

Before he knew it, Lizzy had him in a tight hug, "Mort, it's been so long, we all have missed you so much back home, least I know I have."

"I can't believe how long it's been," Mort said, trying to shake off the initial shock of her embrace, "I haven't seen you since you were-"

"14", She finished his sentence, "I didn't think I'd changed so much you wouldn't recognize me."

'She certainly has changed', Mort thought, taking the opportunity to finally look at her, she had filled out in all the right places. Her brown/red hair was longer and slightly curlier than he remembered. She was taller too, about '5"6. 'Last time I saw her she was flat as a washboard' he motioned for her to go inside, and he watched her body as she moved. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans that hugged in all the 'right' places, and a tight black tee-shirt with three stars printed across the chest. 'A lot has changed' he thought, watching closely as she thumbed her fallen bra strap, 'a lot'. As she looked around commenting on his living quarters, he cursed himself. She was practically his niece for Christ sakes....practically. Little did he know some things were buzzing through her mind as well. Chalking it up to just an initial reaction, he shut the door and moved over to where she was standing.

"Yep, this is a nice place Mort. Even for you," she joked, "I'm just kidding" she patted him playfully on the arm and his face went unchanged. Her face faltered a bit. "You want an explanation, I know...can I sit?"

"Be my guest", he said motioning for a chair. She sat, crossing one jean-clad leg over the other. Mort brushed some Dorito crumbs off his coffee table before settling onto the couch.

"When you're a famous author, Mort, it's hard to keep many things a secret, that's how I found out where you were living."

"I'm not famous", he stated, his voice unchanged.

"Humble? That's interesting." He shot her a look and she continued, "I did try to call first but I could never get through." She looked over at the wall to see his phone unplugged.

"I do that sometimes, when I work I don't want any interruptions."

"Mmmhmm. So, after I couldn't get through, I decided to come out and visit you, because I think we have a lot to catch up on. I mean it's been 12 years, like I said, and we all haven't heard anything from you."

"I've been busy."

"Aw, Mort Mort, you gotta understand, when you move away, you can't ever be to busy for us," she pouted at him and gave him a soft look. "At least take time out of your busy schedule for me?"

He looked at her and smiled. She was still the same old Lizzy, able to break him down with just a single look. He looked away, trying to hide his smile, and she stood up, falling into place on the couch by his side.

He looked back at her as she curled next to him and he couldn't help but smile. "Aren't you getting a little old for that look?"

"I may have gotten older, but I never said I matured."

'Believe me, you have'

"How old are you these days anyway?", he asked.

"26," she sighed.

'wow'

"Wow."

"I know," she said, picking at a stray blue fuzz from his robe. "It's been so long, I can't believe it either." Mort stared at the wall in front of him. "We've missed you at all the family barbeques. Remember the last time you helped me catch fire flies?"

"Yea. Yea, I remember," Mort said, sighing.

"That was the summer before you left, then Amy....and..."

"Yea, I know, I just...can we not talk about that?" The sound of her name made a resonating fear spark back up in him. Lizzy had to know about the divorce, hell, the whole world knew, it was all over the news. And the mysterious disappearances. But, Lizzy didn't know about anything that had happened. And it was going to stay that way.

"Yea, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's not your fault. You wouldn't know not to."

Lizzy looked down at her feet. She turned and gazed at Mort, who was focusing on the wall on the other side of the room. 'My god, she thought, 'I thought I had gotten over this crush by now. But, he's just so....so...'

Mort seemed to sense her staring at him and he turned to face her. His dark brown eyes met hers and she felt her face grow hot for looking at him so. She cast her eyes down and turned away.

"So, I wanted to ask you something...," she started and he watched her carefully as she stood up. "Since you don't seem to be too busy," she said motioning to around the house, "I was wondering....if you have the room...if I could stay here for a little while so we can catch up. 12 years is a long time Mr. Mort, and I've got so many stories."

He pursed his lips. "Call me Mr. Mort again and that's a guaranteed No."

He watched with a carefull eyes as her lips began to pout and her eyes squinted. "Oh no, not the face.." he slapped his hands over his eyes and hid his face in the arm of the couch. Lizzy slid closer, scooting along the couch next to him. "Pweese Mort Mort," she pleaded, "I promise I'll be good, and I won't get in your way. I promise. I'll even sleep on the floor if I have to! Come on Mort, pweety pweeeese..."

He lifted up his head, peeking an eye out from between his fingers. He couldn't say no to that face. Let them put that on his book jacket under �Mort Rainey's only weakness.�

He kept looking at her, he was going to crack, he knew it, "you keep making that face it's gonna get stuck that way."

Lizzy laughed and squeezed his shoulder in a half-hug, "Come on Mort, I won't get in the way, admit it, I know you missed me...come on, say it, you missed me."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "maybe a little."

"I knew it," she smiled, "say the word..come on."

"How long?"

"A week maybe, not even...come on Mort", she pouted again.

Mort sighed, "...fine. I give."

"Eee!" she giggled, "I'll go get my stuff!" He sat up and watched her scurry towards the door. "I thought grown ups were supposed to act their age!" he called after her.

"I can act anyway I want to get my way Mort Rainey!", she shouted back as she hurried out to her car.

Mort sighed, shaking his head after her. What had he gotten himself into? He trudged upstairs to clean his room and find the cot for the extra bedroom.
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