In statu nascendi (ch.39 up) - sequel to ATTFABH

[fosforito]

Hi to all!

Well, now it´s done!!

Here comes the sequel to my story "A twisted tale from a broken heart".

The sequel is called "In statu nascendi" - well, it´s the working title at the moment, I don´t know, if I´ll keep it.

For those of you who still didn´t read the first story I highly recommend you to read the first story before starting with the sequel to understand what´s going on.
Here´s the link for both stories:
www.jonathancrane.tk

or

people.freenet.de/fosforito/index.html (if the first one doesn´t work for you somehow)

As most of you are used already there will be also some R-rated parts in the story, but this time I´ll change my posting system:

ALL chapters will pe posted here on the board and at the same time on the website .

When an R-part comes up it will be marked and you´ll get the website like to finish reading the chapter there.

I hope, this posting system will make it more comfortable for you to read the story.

And I also want to say this right away:

This fan fiction will have R rated parts and will also contain language, strong sexual contents and violence.
Please have in mind, that I can´t take any responsibility for possible damage, the story might have on you, k?

I hope you´ll like the new story and please - feedback, feedback, feedback!!!!

[fosforito]

Here´s the first chapter!

Enjoy and please don´t forget to leave feedback!

Chapter 1 (Dr. Jonathan Crane)

Dr. Jonathan Crane glanced up when he heard someone knocking on his office door.

His secretary Mrs. Theresa Nichols had stepped in, a woman in her mid 40ies with a well-cared appearance and a calm warm voice.

„Dr. Crane. Excuse me, but I have Dr. McCoy on the phone for you. He wants to talk to you about a patient´s referral.“

Mrs. Nichols did get the clear order from Dr. Crane not to put through any incoming calls, but she couldn´t brush off Dr. McCoy at all.

Jonathan Crane´s piercing blue eyes gazed directly to Mrs. Nichols and his cold gaze gave her a shiver running down her back.

„Theresa? Remember what I told you?“, he asked in a calm voice, raising his eyebrows. „I do said, no calls.“

„Doctor, I am.. I am sorry..“, Mrs. Nichols stuttered and she felt her hands starting to sweat. „But.. but Dr.McCoy... he didn´t want to... I didn´t know what..“

„It´s okay, Theresa.“, Dr. Crane interrupted her and pressed a knob on his phone to forward the call on to his place „But now.. no more incoming calls, please.“

„Yes, doctor.“, she responded in a soft voice when Dr. Crane´s phone rang and he picked up the receiver.

She stepped out of the office quickly and closed the door behind her. Her heart pounded wildly, when she stood in front of the door, hearing her boss´ calm but strong deep voice coming out of his office.

Dr. Crane´s phone call with Dr. McCoy took just a few minutes only.

„We´ll talk about this later. I now have a hearing at the court in the `Zsaz´-case“, Jonathan Crane had told Dr. McCoy and hung up the phone.

Sighing, he leaned back his head against the headrest of his big leather chair, rocking back and forth and turning around a bit from one side to the other, his gaze moving through his office.

Jonathan Crane was doctor of psychiatry. One of the youngest doctors ever to be on this special field in Gotham. He has done his doctor´s degree with „magna cum laude“ and gained a foothold in his job very quickly. The highlight of his career was this now – director of Arkham Asylum. The youngest director ever who had been working at Arkham.

Indeed, he still had his orders from the state to obey how to do his director job at Arkham, he still wasn´t making the `real big bucks´, but it was enough already to afford some luxury:
a big heavy writing desk made of dark veined mahagony wood with rims made out of pure gold, a big comfortable Designer-Office-Chair made out of fine leather, original paintings of famous artists hanging on the walls of his office, his Jaguar Cabriolet in the garage of Arkham Asylum and not to forget his tailor-made suits for at least 1.000 dollars each.

He wasn´t a millionaire yet – but he also didn´t have to refuse anything to himself anymore .. as he had to do before.

Jonathan pushed aside his thoughts about former times when he watched at his expensive Rolex on his wrist. 10:30 a.m.

`Time to drive to Gotham Central Court.´, he thought when he rose off his desk. He adjusted his suit and gripped his briefcase standing next to his desk, then he opened the door and stepped out of his office.

Dr. Crane cleared his throat while standing at the doorway of Mrs. Nichols´ place of work, a through room leading to his office. Mrs. Nichols had turned his back to him and suddenly flipped around when she heard Dr. Crane´s deep voice. She propped herself with her elbows on her desk, trying to wipe a tear out of her face.

Jonathan gazed into her eyes. Her make-up was smeared and it was too obvious she had cried.

„Mrs. Nichols, I have a hearing at the court. Would you please be so kind and note down all incoming calls?“, Jonathan Crane asked in a calm voice.

„Yes.. yes, of course Dr. Crane.“, Mrs. Nichols responded softly and Jonathen could hear a sobbing undertone in her voice.

He turned around to leave the room, but then he paused and turned around to his secretary again.
He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and placed it in front of Mrs. Nichols on her desk.

Jonathan could hear her saying softly „Thank you, doctor.“, when he turned around again and stepped out of the room without saying anything.

[blue-eyed struck]

ahhh...now here is the Dr. Crane we all know and love! It will be very interesting to see how he's going to act when Alex is back in his life! *Smiles slyly* Yes, I know she will be back! GREAT start! I know you don't dissappoint, so I will be looking forward to the next chapters!

[azina]

Oh, I love all the details on Crane's indulgence in luxury, it makes Crane's reality all the more real. I'm interested in how his comfy, well-ordered world will suddenly change once Alex returns.

[fosforito]

Hi to all!

I´m glad to hear you like the start of the story.

Now here´s the second chapter!

Enjoy and please don´t forget to leave feedback!

Chapter 2 (The Arrival)

Gotham International Airport was already crowded this morning when the young lady stepped out of the plane and walked slowly to the migration- and customs area.

It was a long flight from Asia and the young lady had been asleep for almost the entire trip. However, her sleep had been fitful because bad reminiscences of former times were pursuing her even into her sleep. Occaisonally she had waken up over and over again and stood up to run through the plane from one side to the other and then to fall asleep again after having a glass of Scottish whiskey.

The young woman looked at her watch, when she took her place in the line for U.S. Citizens in the migration area. 10:30 a.m.

`Hm, I´m still on time.´, she thought. `Still enough time to drive to Gotham Central Court without a hurry, even if I´m getting controlled here.´

This was her task: drive to Central Court to get into first contact. Well... get into contact.

It wasn´t the first time for her doing this job. Indeed, she had found something for herself and over the years she got better and more perfect in it.

Even better for her, because her abilities would help her to connect her private „issues“ with her professional ones.

`It´s good to know to have a talent to do a certain work.´, the young woman thought when the man in front of her has left the counter and the officer waved her to step forward.

„Good morning“, the young woman said, giving her most beautiful smile to the officer when she pushed her passport over the countertop to him.

`Not so difficult at all.´, she thought. The officer was a young, good-looking guy. `A nice view on this early morning. A bit of charm here and there and I´ll be out of this in a minute.´

„Good morning.“, the officer responded and returned her smile.

`Wow, not bad, not bad at all.´, he thought when he gazed at the young woman´s face. He already had noticed her before when she was standing in the line more behind: her blue-grey eyes, her curly, long, brown hair, her full red lips.

The officer grabbed her passport and started to leaf through it, pretending to check the entries and seals but in secret he was trying to play for time and to hold the young woman at his counter just a bit more.

„So you came from Asia now, right?“, he asked, keeping on leafing through the passport.

„Yes, that´s right.“, the young woman responded and she felt herself getting a bit nervous.

`Come on, you already know these little games.´, she thought. `Twist the guy round your little finger, you´re not doing this for the first time now!´

„As far as I can see it, you´re coming home now, don´t you?“, the officer asked and gazed up with a big grin on his face.

„Yeah..well, you know...“, the young woman said, grinning too. „Hanging around at home, go out with someone nice, having some beautiful nights, wrigglin´ in bed the whole day... well, you know.. killing time.“

The officer´s eyes flashed.

`That´s all right.´, the young woman thought. `I expected you to understand it right in THAT WAY.´

„Killing time?“, the officer asked and his grin became even wider.

`Yeah, killing time. With a gun, with a knife, with both hands. Just make your choice!´, the young lady thought.

She didn´t say anything and bit on her lip, gazing directly into the officer´s eyes. He cleared his throat when he realized what effect this gaze had on him.

He started to leaf through her passport again, confused. He found seals and entries from countries all over the world. China, Tibet, France, Scotland, Spain, Italy, Kenya....

„Wow, you´re really coming down in the world!“, he said and smiled while looking at the entries. „What is your job?“

„Hmm, well...“, the young woman shuffled and the officer could hear a snooty tone in her voice. „ ..what women just do: spying around, stalking, observing, sniffing around and killing people if necessary. Just the usual stuff.“

„Oh man, I hope you´re just kidding!“, the officer shouted and bursted out laughing while looking up to the young woman.

`You don´t have any idea, how serious I meant that.´, she thought and smiled at the officer without saying a word.

„Well, Miss.... Deveraux.“, the officer said, closed the passport and pushed it back over the countertop. „Have a good time here in Gotham.“

„Thank you. I´ll have it.“, she said, before she gripped her passport with a big grin on her face, then she left off migration area.

[§ilvercell]

i somehow KNEW you would put the W word in there!lol

"it's just wrigglin!"

[fosforito]

hehe

Just have in mind she´s on the way to do sth. (at the moment we just know she wants to go to the court, too, just as Jonathan, but we still don´t know who she is...)

Her intention is to get out of the airport as soon as possible and an "obstacle" for her could be this officer, so she is flirting with him so get out of this situation easily, like not to give the guy a reason to become suspicious somehow

Did you noticed that I mention the same time (10:30 a.m.) for Jonathan and also for the woman to leave to get to the court?

.. well, I hope you like the story though

silvercell said:

i somehow KNEW you would put the W word in there!lol

"it's just wrigglin!"

[azina]

From the impression I'm getting she's a spy/assassin ... or is that just a front she was putting up for the officer? Actually with Homeland Security now she probably would get detained big time with a line like that. LOL

[fosforito]

hehe ;D

I know but thanx God it´s just fiction here..

BUT...

we still don´t know who the woman is or what she´s supposed to do at the court, right?

azina said:

From the impression I'm getting she's a spy/assassin ... or is that just a front she was putting up for the officer? Actually with Homeland Security now she probably would get detained big time with a line like that. LOL

[azina]

Oh! I know! Right when Dr. Crane is about to give his key testimony in court to the insanity plea, Miss Deveraux stands up and aims a gun at him and says "You will wriggle with me or die!"

[fosforito]

LMFAO!!! ;D


well.. I don´t think THIS will happen actually...but that´s a nice thought though, hehehehe

azina said:

Oh! I know! Right when Dr. Crane is about to give his key testimony in court to the insanity plea, Miss Deveraux stands up and aims a gun at him and says "You will wriggle with me or die!"

[azina]

fosforito said:

LMFAO!!! ;D


well.. I don´t think THIS will happen actually...but that´s a nice thought though, hehehehe

azina said:

Oh! I know! Right when Dr. Crane is about to give his key testimony in court to the insanity plea, Miss Deveraux stands up and aims a gun at him and says "You will wriggle with me or die!"

"Now you have only one choice in this matter, Dr. Crane," Miss Deveraux continues. "One choice that is of the utmost importance ... do you want chocolate syrup or honey before wrigglin'?"

[fosforito]

ROFL!!!

Oh cmon Azina, what are you doing to me now?

I want you guys to break your heads about who this woman could be and what would happen next and you´re pulling out the Honey Cannon now, hahaha ;D

azina said:

fosforito said:

LMFAO!!! ;D


well.. I don´t think THIS will happen actually...but that´s a nice thought though, hehehehe

"Now you have only one choice in this matter, Dr. Crane," Miss Deveraux continues. "One choice that is of the utmost importance ... do you want chocolate syrup or honey before wrigglin'?"

[azina]

I'm sorry. Ugh. I'll try to be more intellectual. I'm at work and I just want to play. Crane would be fun with the honey cannon.

[fosforito]

I know I know


But seriously now:

what do you think, sista?

azina said:

I'm sorry. Ugh. I'll try to be more intellectual. I'm at work and I just want to play. Crane would be fun with the honey cannon.