Post by Yoshomika on Sept 24, 2005 15:22:29 GMT -5
Right-o. In case ya don't know me...I'm Yoshomika (Yosho-chan). I write fanfics on all the other sites and I've been working on one for this one. Yeah, this is in the Main Section for a reason. We'll get to that later.
Warnings: Er... None right now
Disclaimer: I don't own Cillian Murphy ((*cries and hugs her plushie*)) his wife does... I dun own Batman...some weirdo dude does. I dun own Batman Begins...some other weird dude does... Darn it, I don't own anything in this story except Yosho and Louis...kinda. I don't own Cheshy (the real one), that's my sister's, but I have her permission to put him in here. So in all, touch Yosho and Louis, you're in trouble. PM me and we can talk.
Author's Note: Okay, here we go. This is a CROSSOVER! So don't move this cause you're gonna find it hard to do. Ya won't know where to put it. That's all I'm gonna say. Thanks - Yosho-chan
The New Inpatient: “Aren't You Lucky?”
“Why did I take this job?” Yosho muttered, resting her head against the mirror for the second of peace that she got. “When I specified children for Psychology, I wasn’t talking clinically insane!” Her blood colored hair fell in her face and she tucked it behind her ear. Sighing for the final time, she pushed away from the mirror and gazed at her haggard reflection. “I look pretty good for a person who hasn’t slept in three days,” she finally said sweeping her hair into a ponytail and leaving the bathroom. “Doctor?” she laughed softly, sidestepping the janitor coming out of the men’s bathroom. “I’m just as nuts as the rest of them, but they can’t know that, I’ll loose what little freedom I already have. Besides, they’re not even children for God’s Sake! They’re teenagers! Nasty, rotten, bratty, smart-mouthed, manipulative teenagers!”
“Talking to yourself Doctor?”
At the voice, Yosho jumped, her emerald eyes raising to meet ice blue ones. “Oh,” she said stepping backwards. “Good Evening Dr. Crane, how are you?” Her calm politeness covered her pounding heart and screaming mind. She hoped.
“Better than you I’m willing to bet.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m just tired John. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He smiled and held out a file. “I meant your patient. Aren’t you a lucky one?”
Yosho took the file, smiled, and then was on her way. As she rounded the corner, she shuddered. How she hated that man. Yet… did she really?
Dr. Crane watched her leave, his disgust written on his face as plain as day. “Actually…he’s the lucky one,” he said in a low voice, going off to his next patient, rubbing his neck unconsciously.
~~~
Yosho sat in the chair across from the boy. This was the last one today. For the week really. She got two days off and would most likely spend them sleeping. “So…” she started, looking at the boy. His chart showed his age to be fifteen, but he looked twenty. She shoved the file away and crossed her slim legs. She stared at him, intrigued, then smiled softly. “Louis, how are you today?”
The boy grinned at her, his long, thick, blonde hair looked like a mane. His mouth looked too big, but after a quick assessment, she knew why. He had sliced the side of his mouth to make his grin wider, showing his teeth. His teeth were…freaky. That’s the word Yosho settled on. Abnormal was a close third. Her second word was sharp. “Well,” he said calmly. “So you’re the new doctor hm?”
His eyes burned into hers and when she stared back at him without blinking, his eyes swept over her body. “Well…you’re no Alice, but still…I think I can talk to you. Couldn’t talk to the others you see, they weren’t like you.”
Yosho’s smile died a little. “How so Louis?”
“You’re mad.”
Yosho stared at him, shocked, but a tiny bit relieved. “So you’ve noticed what even my boss and co-workers have not grasped. Aren’t you a clever boy?”
“Tut tut, not so,” Louis said closing his eyes. He made like he was fixing an invisible pair of spectacles. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on the table and pursed his lips. “You know Doctor, he’s crazy. Your new patient I mean. I’d like to have him for myself, but…” There he paused and removed his specs, putting them in an imaginary breast pocket. “It’s YOU I really want Mika.” Louis threw his head back, cackling at his own genius. “Tell me Doc! How was my impression?” He glanced at her, then over her shoulder dreamily.
Yosho relaxed her iron grip on the arms of the chair. She quietly smoothed her short skirt and placed her hands in her lap. “It was…” she couldn’t find the words, much less form them.
“Frighteningly similar?”
Yosho jumped at the voice behind her. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. Never in a million years did she need to look. She could put a face with that voice instantly.
“Doctor Crane,” Louis said in a cooing voice, bowing his head for a second.
“Ah…Cheshy. Nice to see your impressions again. Doctor, I was asked to immediately deliver this file to you, I’m sorry for the interruption.”
The only movement Yosho could make was to cover her burning cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Crane set the file down on the steel table and turned to leave. “Have a nice week-end Doctor. Cheshy, we’ll se you tomorrow in Group. We got a girl we think you’ll like. She’s no Libby…No, but she’s got a nice bite.”
Cheshy smiled. “Have an interesting night Doctor Crane.” His eyes met Yosho’s for a second. “Fear the Jabberwocky Alice…He stalks the halls tonight.”
Yosho was frozen until Crane left the room, and didn’t relax until the door had locked. “Why did he call you Cheshy?” she asked, finding her voice and her tongue unlocking from the roof of her mouth. “I’ve never heard him give a nickname to a patient. He’s very formal.”
“Yes. He is, isn’t he? I’m Cheshy to everyone in Arkham, even to our dear Doctor Crane.”
Yosho turned around to look about the room and out the window in the door. “Would you like me to call you Cheshy or Louis?” she asked hurriedly.
“Cheshy is my idol,” he grinned. “Call me Cheshy, everyone does.”
Yosho glanced out the door window again. “Can I trust you?”
Can you trust someone as mad as you? a voice in her head said. I’d advise against it. I mean, after all, he DID drown a guy in tea and he DID slash his mouth open to look like some Cheshy character. He’s mad Yosho!
Yosho pushed the voice out of her head and grabbed Cheshy’s hands desperately, slashing her hands on his razor sharp nails. Why they hadn’t been cut was beyond her, but at this moment in time, she didn’t really care. “Can I trust you?” she asked frantically.
Cheshy shifted his hands so he was holding hers gently. “That’s not the question is it? The question is Doctor…Alice… Can you trust yourself to trust me? Trust goes both ways. Tell me…what’s holding you back? What are you afraid of?”
“Him,” she whispered. “In different ways then I should be.”
Cheshy nodded sympathetically. “Yes. He is to be feared. There’s experiments…lots of them. Women…children…grown men who murder! They’re all victims of Fear Alice.”
Yosho closed her eyes, tears slipping down her face. “What is your fear Cheshy? Kittens?”
Cheshy grinned, but shook his head. “Only the loss of my Beloved Hatty or maybe Miss Libby, here I can’t talk to them, nor the true Cheshy. They must believe I’m dead, or maybe they read the paper and found out about my trial.”
Yosho sighed, and wiped her tears and nose, getting blood on her face. She took out some tissues from her pocket and wiped it off, then pressed it to the slashes in her hand. “Thank you Cheshy. I have to go. I’ll be sure to see you tomorrow.”
“What of your week-end off?”
Yosho nearly slapped her forehead. “I forgot,” she admitted. “I’ll come in before your group therapy with Doctor Crane. There are things I need to do tonight anyway. I might not even go home tonight, just to make sure.”
Cheshy stared up at her, a wise look in his crazy glinting eyes. He pushed his file towards her, then sat back in his chair. “I’m not mad Alice. You’re mad. Mad Hatter mad. Yes…but don’t worry, I’m here to save you.”
A feeling of rightness and a sort of calm washed over her. “Thank you Cheshy.” She gathered her stuff. “We’ll help each other out of the Looking-Glass House won’t we?”
He nodded and watched her walk out the door. “Fear the Jabberwocky Alice…He stalks the halls tonight. Go home, it’s safer that way.”
Had Yosho heard him she probably would have agreed, but she had already left and her mind was on her newest crazy. She had a file to go through and things didn’t look good. It was also peculiar how Louis…no, Cheshy… had done the impression so well. According to his file he had been checked in two months ago, had five different doctors and Crane had never treated him. Cheshy wasn’t in his therapy group often, even if he was, group is only half hour max. Was Crane that well known throughout the Asylum? Yeah…she supposed so.
Her office was inviting and she sat down in her chair at once, starting to work on the file. “Sue Buckler,” she muttered. “15 years old, bad temper, is obsessed with sex and drugs, drinks on occasion and has had ten sexual partners.” She sighed. “Why do I get the crazy ones? Alright…sounds like I’ll have to find out first off which parent, if any, psychically, or sexually, abused her.” She looked over her notes and the highlighted areas. “Good job Yosho…” she murmured, shaking her head and glancing at the clock. She got back to work on her notes and pages describing the girl’s behavior. Three hours later she finished and by that time she was having some major coffee urges. She smiled, locked up her office and headed to the Employee’s Lounge.
Warnings: Er... None right now
Disclaimer: I don't own Cillian Murphy ((*cries and hugs her plushie*)) his wife does... I dun own Batman...some weirdo dude does. I dun own Batman Begins...some other weird dude does... Darn it, I don't own anything in this story except Yosho and Louis...kinda. I don't own Cheshy (the real one), that's my sister's, but I have her permission to put him in here. So in all, touch Yosho and Louis, you're in trouble. PM me and we can talk.
Author's Note: Okay, here we go. This is a CROSSOVER! So don't move this cause you're gonna find it hard to do. Ya won't know where to put it. That's all I'm gonna say. Thanks - Yosho-chan
The New Inpatient: “Aren't You Lucky?”
“Why did I take this job?” Yosho muttered, resting her head against the mirror for the second of peace that she got. “When I specified children for Psychology, I wasn’t talking clinically insane!” Her blood colored hair fell in her face and she tucked it behind her ear. Sighing for the final time, she pushed away from the mirror and gazed at her haggard reflection. “I look pretty good for a person who hasn’t slept in three days,” she finally said sweeping her hair into a ponytail and leaving the bathroom. “Doctor?” she laughed softly, sidestepping the janitor coming out of the men’s bathroom. “I’m just as nuts as the rest of them, but they can’t know that, I’ll loose what little freedom I already have. Besides, they’re not even children for God’s Sake! They’re teenagers! Nasty, rotten, bratty, smart-mouthed, manipulative teenagers!”
“Talking to yourself Doctor?”
At the voice, Yosho jumped, her emerald eyes raising to meet ice blue ones. “Oh,” she said stepping backwards. “Good Evening Dr. Crane, how are you?” Her calm politeness covered her pounding heart and screaming mind. She hoped.
“Better than you I’m willing to bet.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m just tired John. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He smiled and held out a file. “I meant your patient. Aren’t you a lucky one?”
Yosho took the file, smiled, and then was on her way. As she rounded the corner, she shuddered. How she hated that man. Yet… did she really?
Dr. Crane watched her leave, his disgust written on his face as plain as day. “Actually…he’s the lucky one,” he said in a low voice, going off to his next patient, rubbing his neck unconsciously.
~~~
Yosho sat in the chair across from the boy. This was the last one today. For the week really. She got two days off and would most likely spend them sleeping. “So…” she started, looking at the boy. His chart showed his age to be fifteen, but he looked twenty. She shoved the file away and crossed her slim legs. She stared at him, intrigued, then smiled softly. “Louis, how are you today?”
The boy grinned at her, his long, thick, blonde hair looked like a mane. His mouth looked too big, but after a quick assessment, she knew why. He had sliced the side of his mouth to make his grin wider, showing his teeth. His teeth were…freaky. That’s the word Yosho settled on. Abnormal was a close third. Her second word was sharp. “Well,” he said calmly. “So you’re the new doctor hm?”
His eyes burned into hers and when she stared back at him without blinking, his eyes swept over her body. “Well…you’re no Alice, but still…I think I can talk to you. Couldn’t talk to the others you see, they weren’t like you.”
Yosho’s smile died a little. “How so Louis?”
“You’re mad.”
Yosho stared at him, shocked, but a tiny bit relieved. “So you’ve noticed what even my boss and co-workers have not grasped. Aren’t you a clever boy?”
“Tut tut, not so,” Louis said closing his eyes. He made like he was fixing an invisible pair of spectacles. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on the table and pursed his lips. “You know Doctor, he’s crazy. Your new patient I mean. I’d like to have him for myself, but…” There he paused and removed his specs, putting them in an imaginary breast pocket. “It’s YOU I really want Mika.” Louis threw his head back, cackling at his own genius. “Tell me Doc! How was my impression?” He glanced at her, then over her shoulder dreamily.
Yosho relaxed her iron grip on the arms of the chair. She quietly smoothed her short skirt and placed her hands in her lap. “It was…” she couldn’t find the words, much less form them.
“Frighteningly similar?”
Yosho jumped at the voice behind her. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. Never in a million years did she need to look. She could put a face with that voice instantly.
“Doctor Crane,” Louis said in a cooing voice, bowing his head for a second.
“Ah…Cheshy. Nice to see your impressions again. Doctor, I was asked to immediately deliver this file to you, I’m sorry for the interruption.”
The only movement Yosho could make was to cover her burning cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Crane set the file down on the steel table and turned to leave. “Have a nice week-end Doctor. Cheshy, we’ll se you tomorrow in Group. We got a girl we think you’ll like. She’s no Libby…No, but she’s got a nice bite.”
Cheshy smiled. “Have an interesting night Doctor Crane.” His eyes met Yosho’s for a second. “Fear the Jabberwocky Alice…He stalks the halls tonight.”
Yosho was frozen until Crane left the room, and didn’t relax until the door had locked. “Why did he call you Cheshy?” she asked, finding her voice and her tongue unlocking from the roof of her mouth. “I’ve never heard him give a nickname to a patient. He’s very formal.”
“Yes. He is, isn’t he? I’m Cheshy to everyone in Arkham, even to our dear Doctor Crane.”
Yosho turned around to look about the room and out the window in the door. “Would you like me to call you Cheshy or Louis?” she asked hurriedly.
“Cheshy is my idol,” he grinned. “Call me Cheshy, everyone does.”
Yosho glanced out the door window again. “Can I trust you?”
Can you trust someone as mad as you? a voice in her head said. I’d advise against it. I mean, after all, he DID drown a guy in tea and he DID slash his mouth open to look like some Cheshy character. He’s mad Yosho!
Yosho pushed the voice out of her head and grabbed Cheshy’s hands desperately, slashing her hands on his razor sharp nails. Why they hadn’t been cut was beyond her, but at this moment in time, she didn’t really care. “Can I trust you?” she asked frantically.
Cheshy shifted his hands so he was holding hers gently. “That’s not the question is it? The question is Doctor…Alice… Can you trust yourself to trust me? Trust goes both ways. Tell me…what’s holding you back? What are you afraid of?”
“Him,” she whispered. “In different ways then I should be.”
Cheshy nodded sympathetically. “Yes. He is to be feared. There’s experiments…lots of them. Women…children…grown men who murder! They’re all victims of Fear Alice.”
Yosho closed her eyes, tears slipping down her face. “What is your fear Cheshy? Kittens?”
Cheshy grinned, but shook his head. “Only the loss of my Beloved Hatty or maybe Miss Libby, here I can’t talk to them, nor the true Cheshy. They must believe I’m dead, or maybe they read the paper and found out about my trial.”
Yosho sighed, and wiped her tears and nose, getting blood on her face. She took out some tissues from her pocket and wiped it off, then pressed it to the slashes in her hand. “Thank you Cheshy. I have to go. I’ll be sure to see you tomorrow.”
“What of your week-end off?”
Yosho nearly slapped her forehead. “I forgot,” she admitted. “I’ll come in before your group therapy with Doctor Crane. There are things I need to do tonight anyway. I might not even go home tonight, just to make sure.”
Cheshy stared up at her, a wise look in his crazy glinting eyes. He pushed his file towards her, then sat back in his chair. “I’m not mad Alice. You’re mad. Mad Hatter mad. Yes…but don’t worry, I’m here to save you.”
A feeling of rightness and a sort of calm washed over her. “Thank you Cheshy.” She gathered her stuff. “We’ll help each other out of the Looking-Glass House won’t we?”
He nodded and watched her walk out the door. “Fear the Jabberwocky Alice…He stalks the halls tonight. Go home, it’s safer that way.”
Had Yosho heard him she probably would have agreed, but she had already left and her mind was on her newest crazy. She had a file to go through and things didn’t look good. It was also peculiar how Louis…no, Cheshy… had done the impression so well. According to his file he had been checked in two months ago, had five different doctors and Crane had never treated him. Cheshy wasn’t in his therapy group often, even if he was, group is only half hour max. Was Crane that well known throughout the Asylum? Yeah…she supposed so.
Her office was inviting and she sat down in her chair at once, starting to work on the file. “Sue Buckler,” she muttered. “15 years old, bad temper, is obsessed with sex and drugs, drinks on occasion and has had ten sexual partners.” She sighed. “Why do I get the crazy ones? Alright…sounds like I’ll have to find out first off which parent, if any, psychically, or sexually, abused her.” She looked over her notes and the highlighted areas. “Good job Yosho…” she murmured, shaking her head and glancing at the clock. She got back to work on her notes and pages describing the girl’s behavior. Three hours later she finished and by that time she was having some major coffee urges. She smiled, locked up her office and headed to the Employee’s Lounge.
