The Magic in Schitts Creek (Originally Named: Schitts Creek)

Estate Sale:6

Roland pulled into the motel's parking lot as David scrambled to get the seatbelt off. The picture he found on the seat of Roland and a young, smiling Evan was tucked away safely in his pocket. He intended to keep the photo and add it to the collection of Evan's pictures. This would make the fourth picture.

"Well, thank you for this delightful trip." He said icily as the seatbelt flew back to its original position.

"You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that, uh, you're a little upset." Roland said. David's eyebrows raised.

"What would give you that impression?"

"Well, I first noticed it when Heart came on, and nobody was taking the high parts. " Roland looked at David accusingly. 

"Oh, my god!"

"Look you should feel good about yourself! Come on, you made some great choices today." Roland hit him lightly in the shoulder.

"Nothing we bought today came anywhere close to something Meryl Streep would wear in "The Devil Wears Prada," nothing!" David replied angrily.

"Oh jeez, you are so touchy!" Roland sighed, "God, you're like a- a fancy dinner plate that you don't wanna nudge off the edge of the table." David looked at him confused and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Okay, I don't know what that means. Um listen, I don't have a lot to my name right now, but I do have one thing." He said to Roland.

"Self-respect?"

"No, taste," corrected David, "And when that is not appreciated, or worse, publicly undermined, publicly...Uh, yeah, I might get a little upset." David got out of the rusted van.

"Dave, wait!" David stopped, "Listen. If I wasn't so easily swayed by powerful women in a retail environment, I would've been there for you. Okay, because I honestly believe that you really do have a very, very sharp eye."

"Thank you. That's nice of you to say."

"Trust me, I'm gonna make sure she knows you're the one that picked it out," Roland said.

"I didn't pick out that blouse." David said.

"But, I'm gonna tell her you did."

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The bidding had ended and they all filed out from the auction house. Johnny walked next to Evan and Linden. The old man tried to make conversation with his son, but only got short, curt answers.

"Evan!" A tall, lanky Blaise Zambini held open arms to his friend.

"Blaise!" Evan chuckled. Johnny and Moira glanced at each other.

"I'm guessing this is the new addition to your dying lineage?" Blaise cooed at the small baby. 

"Yes, yes she is." Evan allowed Blaise to hold her. They watched as Linden giggled. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted two government cars pull in and agents climbed out. Evan sighed and got onto his knees and placed his hands behind his head, "Take her back to the motel. I'll be a few hours." Blaise nodded.

"On your knees!" Ressler yelled with his gun up. Evan called off the guards.

"Evan? No!" Johnny and Moira tried to pull him up. He didn't budge, "Get up you stupid kid!" Ressler pushed them aside and roughly brought Evan up and took him to the car.

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"I have nothing to say to you, Agent Ressler." Evan said cooly. Ressler glared at him.

"We'll make you talk, punk." He growled. Evan smirked and looked at the mirror.