A Collection of Duncney

Pleading The 5th

Duncan stared at his lawyer, his eyes wide and bloodshot "I'm fucked aren't I?" he mumbled, his voice tired. His lawyer rubbed the bridge of his nose, throwing Duncan's file down on the steel metal table that separated them in the small room.

"It's not good kid, I'll tell you that," he said. Duncan groaned and leaned forward, his orange jumper seemingly out of place in the gray room. He put his head into his hands

"How did I get into this mess? First I get sent to prison for arson, and the weekend I'm released I'm accused of a murder I didn't commit," Duncan said, shaking his head. 

Gwen swallowed hard and gently put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Her black hair was tucked behind her ears. It hurt her to see her best friend in such distress. 

"There has to be something we can do," Gwen pleaded, looking at Duncan's defense attorney who clicked her tongue

"The only thing I can think of, is if you have a credible person take the stand to prove how good of a guy Duncan really is. He needs all the points in his favor at this point. The judge needs something to believe in," he explained. Gwen nodded a little and stood up to shake the guy's hand

"Thank you so much, we'll see you at the trial," she said. The lawyer nodded, shaking the girl's pale hand before grabbing his brief case and leaving.

Duncan stared at his file on the table "I can't believe I'm going back to prison.."

Gwen glared at him "You're not! Quit talking like that,"

He glared back at her "Didn't you hear any of that? He basically said I'm fucked! God.." Duncan stood up, slamming his chair back and began to pace "Who would want to frame me for murder anyways? This is so fucked!"

Gwen watched the guy pace, her knee shaking. She chewed on her lip "He didn't say that. He said still had an option. We have to find a credible witness," she said. He looked at her

"And who the hell would that be? My own parents won't talk to me since this damn trial began. I lost all my friends from back home when I got sent to prison the first time. And everyone from the show hates me. None of them are credible witnesses anyways. They all think of me as some punk who bullies everyone," Duncan said, shaking his head and running his hand through his black hair. The chains around his waist clinking together as he moved. 

Gwen swallowed hard "Well... There is one person who can attest to your good side.." she mumbled. Duncan raised a brow and looked at her. She slowly gave him a look. He let out a weak laugh

"You've gotta be kidding me," he said "Courtney? She'd never help me out. She hates my guts. As she should," he cursed. "She hasn't spoken to me since All Stars. I'm pretty sure she'd take any chance to throw me under the wheels of this legal train," 

Gwen stood up and placed a hand on her hips "Doofus, quit being an idiot. You and I both know she still cares about you. She won't let you go to prison for a crime you didn't commit. Courtney knows you better than anyone.. Even better than me," she said softly, tilting her head to the side. Duncan looked away from her

"I don't want her to go anywhere near this trial.. Knowing she's seeing me like that would kill me. I tried for so long to be good enough for her, and this just proves I'm as much of a mess up as I always knew I was," he said softly. His eyes had a far away look in them "I don't want her to get messed up in this. She's trying to become a lawyer, she doesn't need me to worry about.. I care about her too much to let her give that up," his voice broke. Gwen slowly walked over to him and looked up at him, her eyes pleading

"Please Duncan... You'll go to prison for life if you don't. Just... Let me talk to her. If she says no I'll never bother her about it again. Just.. Let me ask," Gwen begged. Duncan sighed and shook his head, rubbing his face