My craptastic Ficathon entry.
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antivanrufflesI was reminded by V putting hers up (does that sound dirty to anyone else?) that I should probably add mine here… for posterity. HAHAHA.
There was something under her mattress, there just had to be! She tossed and turned, and rolled from side to side, but no position was comfortable and it was driving her positively mad!
How would she ever get any sleep like this?
****
Dr. Zachery Douglas, newly appointed assistant director of Johns Hopkins’ psychiatric ward, stood behind the two-way mirror, observing the young woman’s restless sleep.
Dr. Callaghan, the director and Zachary’s mentor, appeared at his elbow and coughed gently.
The man was in his late sixties, white haired with overlarge glasses covering light blue eyes, but despite his age his mind was still keen. And over the years Zachary looked at the man as less of a teacher and more of a friend.
“What is it today?” he asked, drawing the young man’s attention.
“The Princess and the Pea, I think?” Zachary looked back to the patient.
“And yesterday?” Dr. Callaghan pressed, peering through the glass.
“The Frog Prince.”
Dr. Callaghan smiled slowly. “Oh? And were you…?”
“Ribbit,” was the sardonic reply. Dr. Callaghan chuckled softly before coming back to himself and regaining a more somber disposition. “Have you made any headway?”
Zachary shook his head sadly. “No. There’s trauma, I’m sure, but nothing physical and she’s never coherent enough to answer questions.” He pulled the young woman’s chart and looked over a few notes. “I have given her some academic tests, simple ones at first, and she’s completed them all.” He glanced up.
“Truthfully she’s quite brilliant. Advanced math, physics, science, all passed with flying colors. And she speaks three languages.” Zachary handed over the chart.
Dr. Callaghan read it over and shook his head in slight disbelief. “Any closer to finding out who she is?”
“No. I’ve just been referring to her as ‘Amelia’.“
****
Her aunts were so silly, always keeping her locked away and worrying over her. She supposed they meant well, wanting to keep her safe, but it was so boring without friends.
Well it would be her birthday soon, maybe she could at least go for a walk…
****
Zachary watched as the girl waltzed around the room with an invisible partner and was severely tempted to make an appearance.
Truth be told he was completely infatuated with the slight girl, and not just because she was an unusual case he wanted to solve.
No, it was more than that. She was beautiful, intelligent and, from what he could tell, sweet and kind.
‘Not to mention completely off her rocker,’ a small voice added in the back of his head.
He decided it best to ignore it.
****
He was a beast! On the outside and right down to his black soul. How could he be so cruel as to lock her away like this?
And what about Papa? How would he ever go on without her?
That night she cried herself to sleep.
****
Today had been a bad day.
Zachary took off his wire rim glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. Today ‘Amelia’ had forgone the normal psychosis of Disney princesses and fairy tales, and had been addressing herself ‘Sailor Mercury.’ As the day wore on she had become more and more defiant; she had managed to procure a pair of scissors and sheared off the majority of her long hair before a nurse could stop her.
Things had progressed, her growing more and more insistent that they let her out, so much so that she had become violent, using a hand mirror in her room to bash one of the orderlies over the head. Against his wishes one of the other doctors had sedated her, and now she lay quietly sleeping in her room; strapped down to her bed.
She had been under his care nearly three months and he was no closer to figuring out what trauma had caused this, or who she truly was.
Sighing, he flipped through missing persons reports that had been sent in from all over the country.
Nothing.
Pulling out the picture of her they kept on file, Zachary traced one tanned cheek. He had not spoken a word to anyone about the dreams he had been having lately, and he wouldn’t either.
Who would believe a psych doctor was having dreams about people living on the moon?
****
War was coming. She had to stop her people from fighting with the white men.
She had to stop father from killing him.
She hadn’t meant it to happen, she had tried so hard, but in the end she couldn’t help it.
She loved him.
She had to protect him, and her people.
****
Today was a good day.
Zachary had practically ran to her room; they said she was the most lucid she had been the entire six months since residing in the hospital, and he wanted very badly to meet with her.
Entering the room slowly he saw that she was seated primly at the table. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but as he was standing before her, he gave her a small, formal, bow.
“Hello, I’m doctor Zachary Douglas.”
“Very nice to meet you, but may I ask why I am here?” Her voice was crisp and completely controlled.
“Ah, you’ve been having some spells recently, and we’re just making sure everything is fine.” He pretended to write down some information on a chart. “May I ask your name?”
“Crown Princess Sophia of Mercury, surely you must know that?” She arched one dark eyebrow.
“Protocol, is all.”
“Mmhmm,” she mumbled frostily.
Zachary completely ignored her frigid demeanor with a sense of déjà vu and continued with his questions. Meeting her eyes he mentally shook himself of the thought that her eyes should be blue, not hazel.
“Can you tell me what you remember? Before arriving here?”
“I..” she trailed off, deep in thought, and when she spoke again her voice was distant and wistful. “I can remember glaciers and rivers, deep blue seas and waterfalls. I can remember libraries full of knowledge. I remember training with my friends…. my sisters,” she breathed.
“I remember a curious princess and a bright blue planet.” She closed her eyes here and smiled, it was small and secret, and entirely beguiling. “I remember bright green eyes and warm smiles, hot kisses and gentle caresses.”
Several moments passed while she was lost to her thoughts and then her angelic face contorted in pain. “I can remember betrayal and war, fire and ash. The palace is crumbling! We must protect her! I have to get to her, but I can’t, he’s in my way and his eyes are black. Please, let me go? I need to help the princess! You loved me once? Don’t you remember?”
Tears streamed from her closed eyes and Zachary felt his own eyes stinging as she gasped and sobbed.
“Death. I remember death.” She whispered and then her eyes flew open, they were deep pools of pain and hurt, and he couldn’t look away to save his soul. “You killed me.”
“You killed me! You killed me!” She repeated over and over, voice raising with each declaration until she shouting and sobbing hysterically.
Zachary stood so suddenly that he knocked over his chair, and retreated against the wall. At the sounds of her cries another doctor and two orderlies came rushing in. The orderlies grabbed hold of the girl and she flayed wildly in their grasp until the doctor pricked her with a needle and she fell limp.
Unable to bear anymore Zachary rushed out of the room and down the hall to the bathrooms, he swept the room to make sure it was empty before locking the door.
He washed his hands, his face, but it wasn’t enough. He stripped off his lab coat and shirt, frantically splashing water on his body. He was covered in blood, could feel it on his skin even if he couldn’t see it, it was there; her blood.
But nothing he did could take away the feeling, take away the knowledge that he had betrayed his prince, his kingdom; his lover.
Breathing erratically Zachary sank down against the wall and cried. He rocked slowly with arms wrapped around his knees and after a moment gave a hollow laugh as he wondered which of them was truly crazy; the beautiful girl down the hall or himself?
****
The halls were so dark, no light could penetrate it, yet she still knew her way. She simply placed one foot in front of the other and away they took her.
She wandered down the long hall until she came to a door, she didn’t even pause before pushing it open and stepping inside.
There was a faint blue glow illuminating the man asleep on the desk, she stepped closer to gaze down at him.
Tilting her head from side to side like a bird, she surveyed his features; high cheek bones, long, regal nose, long lashes that hid bright, bottle green eyes, full lips and all framed with a crown of wild, coppery curls. The only word she could use to describe him was beautiful.
Brushing back a stray lock from his forehead, she sighed. She knew what she had to do, but that didn’t make it any easier; not when she loved him this much.
She hugged the dagger closer to her chest and worried her lower lip. He shifted slightly in his sleep and his hand caught hers where it had hovered just above his. A smile curved the corner of his mouth.
“Sophia,” he sighed, dreaming of ages long past.
Suddenly she couldn’t do it anymore. She dropped the dagger with a loud clang and rushed out of the room, not once looking back. Not even when he called out.
She rushed down the halls and up stairs until she found herself on the hospital’s roof. Clutching at her side she tried to regain her breath.
The moon was just rising over the buildings, casting them all in a silver glow. She looked out over the city, and in the darkness she beheld a sight she had never hoped to see again.
There, just in front of her, were her sisters. They were dressed in red, green, gold and white, they looked so beautiful in the shadowy light, and they were calling to her.
She took one step forward, and then another and another, until she was close enough to reach them, but they all danced back a little farther; laughing.
She smiled with them and reached out a hand, taking one last step toward them… and then she was floating.
Floating away to join them forever in the sky.
****
Inside Zachary searched high and low for the girl, until a flash of something told him to go to the roof. He took the stairs two at a time and burst through the door with such force it crashed against the side of the building.
He couldn’t see her, but knew, without a shadow of doubt, that she was gone and there was nothing he could do to change it.
As he closed his eyes in silent prayer for the lost girl, a breeze picked up around him, tugging his lab coat one way and his hair another, and then it was as if there was hand on his face… nothing more than a gentle caress, and he fell to his knees; weeping for all that was lost and all that would never be.
****
The next day dawned bright and clear, and the papers were full of the tragedy from the night before. Zachary took full responsibility for the accident, signed his resignation, and left to lose himself. He traveled through Europe, the middle east, and China before arriving in Japan.
He hadn’t been to the country since he was a boy, when his father had been stationed there for several years, but something here made him stop, and settle down. He brushed up on his Japanese and submitted his papers to Tokyo General. Now he was starting his first day.
He was welcomed by the Chief Surgery. Dr. Chiba Mamoru, who introduced him to the other attendings on staff.
“And this is Mizuno Ami, she will be showing you around today,” he said with a careful eye on the new Doctor.
The pair stared at each for a moment before Zachary broke the spell and bowed to her respectfully. “A pleasure.”
She returned the bow with grace. “Come this way, I’ll show you where you can put your things.”
Like an obedient little puppy he bounded after her, bag in hand, and a smile plastered to his face. “I hope this doesn’t sound unusual, Dr. Mizuno, but have we met before?”
Looking over her shoulder, a small smile graced her lips and his heart skipped a beat. “Maybe, once a upon a time.”
___________________
A/N's!!!!!
Yes, it's ambiguous... but I wanted to reader to take what they wanted from it. No idea if it worked or not, but there you have it.
Truthfully, though, Amelia is not Mercury in any way, shape or form. She's just really crazy and she moved from Disney princesses to her own made up world... it just happened to bleed over into Zoisite's real past. By her recalling "the past" she awoke bits and pieces of Zoisite's real past in Zachary, but not enough for him to fully remember.. which is why he thought he was crazy. And why when he meets everyone again (for the first time) he doesn't really connect the dots at first. Probably not what you wanted to hear, but there you have it.
There was something under her mattress, there just had to be! She tossed and turned, and rolled from side to side, but no position was comfortable and it was driving her positively mad!
How would she ever get any sleep like this?
****
Dr. Zachery Douglas, newly appointed assistant director of Johns Hopkins’ psychiatric ward, stood behind the two-way mirror, observing the young woman’s restless sleep.
Dr. Callaghan, the director and Zachary’s mentor, appeared at his elbow and coughed gently.
The man was in his late sixties, white haired with overlarge glasses covering light blue eyes, but despite his age his mind was still keen. And over the years Zachary looked at the man as less of a teacher and more of a friend.
“What is it today?” he asked, drawing the young man’s attention.
“The Princess and the Pea, I think?” Zachary looked back to the patient.
“And yesterday?” Dr. Callaghan pressed, peering through the glass.
“The Frog Prince.”
Dr. Callaghan smiled slowly. “Oh? And were you…?”
“Ribbit,” was the sardonic reply. Dr. Callaghan chuckled softly before coming back to himself and regaining a more somber disposition. “Have you made any headway?”
Zachary shook his head sadly. “No. There’s trauma, I’m sure, but nothing physical and she’s never coherent enough to answer questions.” He pulled the young woman’s chart and looked over a few notes. “I have given her some academic tests, simple ones at first, and she’s completed them all.” He glanced up.
“Truthfully she’s quite brilliant. Advanced math, physics, science, all passed with flying colors. And she speaks three languages.” Zachary handed over the chart.
Dr. Callaghan read it over and shook his head in slight disbelief. “Any closer to finding out who she is?”
“No. I’ve just been referring to her as ‘Amelia’.“
****
Her aunts were so silly, always keeping her locked away and worrying over her. She supposed they meant well, wanting to keep her safe, but it was so boring without friends.
Well it would be her birthday soon, maybe she could at least go for a walk…
****
Zachary watched as the girl waltzed around the room with an invisible partner and was severely tempted to make an appearance.
Truth be told he was completely infatuated with the slight girl, and not just because she was an unusual case he wanted to solve.
No, it was more than that. She was beautiful, intelligent and, from what he could tell, sweet and kind.
‘Not to mention completely off her rocker,’ a small voice added in the back of his head.
He decided it best to ignore it.
****
He was a beast! On the outside and right down to his black soul. How could he be so cruel as to lock her away like this?
And what about Papa? How would he ever go on without her?
That night she cried herself to sleep.
****
Today had been a bad day.
Zachary took off his wire rim glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. Today ‘Amelia’ had forgone the normal psychosis of Disney princesses and fairy tales, and had been addressing herself ‘Sailor Mercury.’ As the day wore on she had become more and more defiant; she had managed to procure a pair of scissors and sheared off the majority of her long hair before a nurse could stop her.
Things had progressed, her growing more and more insistent that they let her out, so much so that she had become violent, using a hand mirror in her room to bash one of the orderlies over the head. Against his wishes one of the other doctors had sedated her, and now she lay quietly sleeping in her room; strapped down to her bed.
She had been under his care nearly three months and he was no closer to figuring out what trauma had caused this, or who she truly was.
Sighing, he flipped through missing persons reports that had been sent in from all over the country.
Nothing.
Pulling out the picture of her they kept on file, Zachary traced one tanned cheek. He had not spoken a word to anyone about the dreams he had been having lately, and he wouldn’t either.
Who would believe a psych doctor was having dreams about people living on the moon?
****
War was coming. She had to stop her people from fighting with the white men.
She had to stop father from killing him.
She hadn’t meant it to happen, she had tried so hard, but in the end she couldn’t help it.
She loved him.
She had to protect him, and her people.
****
Today was a good day.
Zachary had practically ran to her room; they said she was the most lucid she had been the entire six months since residing in the hospital, and he wanted very badly to meet with her.
Entering the room slowly he saw that she was seated primly at the table. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but as he was standing before her, he gave her a small, formal, bow.
“Hello, I’m doctor Zachary Douglas.”
“Very nice to meet you, but may I ask why I am here?” Her voice was crisp and completely controlled.
“Ah, you’ve been having some spells recently, and we’re just making sure everything is fine.” He pretended to write down some information on a chart. “May I ask your name?”
“Crown Princess Sophia of Mercury, surely you must know that?” She arched one dark eyebrow.
“Protocol, is all.”
“Mmhmm,” she mumbled frostily.
Zachary completely ignored her frigid demeanor with a sense of déjà vu and continued with his questions. Meeting her eyes he mentally shook himself of the thought that her eyes should be blue, not hazel.
“Can you tell me what you remember? Before arriving here?”
“I..” she trailed off, deep in thought, and when she spoke again her voice was distant and wistful. “I can remember glaciers and rivers, deep blue seas and waterfalls. I can remember libraries full of knowledge. I remember training with my friends…. my sisters,” she breathed.
“I remember a curious princess and a bright blue planet.” She closed her eyes here and smiled, it was small and secret, and entirely beguiling. “I remember bright green eyes and warm smiles, hot kisses and gentle caresses.”
Several moments passed while she was lost to her thoughts and then her angelic face contorted in pain. “I can remember betrayal and war, fire and ash. The palace is crumbling! We must protect her! I have to get to her, but I can’t, he’s in my way and his eyes are black. Please, let me go? I need to help the princess! You loved me once? Don’t you remember?”
Tears streamed from her closed eyes and Zachary felt his own eyes stinging as she gasped and sobbed.
“Death. I remember death.” She whispered and then her eyes flew open, they were deep pools of pain and hurt, and he couldn’t look away to save his soul. “You killed me.”
“You killed me! You killed me!” She repeated over and over, voice raising with each declaration until she shouting and sobbing hysterically.
Zachary stood so suddenly that he knocked over his chair, and retreated against the wall. At the sounds of her cries another doctor and two orderlies came rushing in. The orderlies grabbed hold of the girl and she flayed wildly in their grasp until the doctor pricked her with a needle and she fell limp.
Unable to bear anymore Zachary rushed out of the room and down the hall to the bathrooms, he swept the room to make sure it was empty before locking the door.
He washed his hands, his face, but it wasn’t enough. He stripped off his lab coat and shirt, frantically splashing water on his body. He was covered in blood, could feel it on his skin even if he couldn’t see it, it was there; her blood.
But nothing he did could take away the feeling, take away the knowledge that he had betrayed his prince, his kingdom; his lover.
Breathing erratically Zachary sank down against the wall and cried. He rocked slowly with arms wrapped around his knees and after a moment gave a hollow laugh as he wondered which of them was truly crazy; the beautiful girl down the hall or himself?
****
The halls were so dark, no light could penetrate it, yet she still knew her way. She simply placed one foot in front of the other and away they took her.
She wandered down the long hall until she came to a door, she didn’t even pause before pushing it open and stepping inside.
There was a faint blue glow illuminating the man asleep on the desk, she stepped closer to gaze down at him.
Tilting her head from side to side like a bird, she surveyed his features; high cheek bones, long, regal nose, long lashes that hid bright, bottle green eyes, full lips and all framed with a crown of wild, coppery curls. The only word she could use to describe him was beautiful.
Brushing back a stray lock from his forehead, she sighed. She knew what she had to do, but that didn’t make it any easier; not when she loved him this much.
She hugged the dagger closer to her chest and worried her lower lip. He shifted slightly in his sleep and his hand caught hers where it had hovered just above his. A smile curved the corner of his mouth.
“Sophia,” he sighed, dreaming of ages long past.
Suddenly she couldn’t do it anymore. She dropped the dagger with a loud clang and rushed out of the room, not once looking back. Not even when he called out.
She rushed down the halls and up stairs until she found herself on the hospital’s roof. Clutching at her side she tried to regain her breath.
The moon was just rising over the buildings, casting them all in a silver glow. She looked out over the city, and in the darkness she beheld a sight she had never hoped to see again.
There, just in front of her, were her sisters. They were dressed in red, green, gold and white, they looked so beautiful in the shadowy light, and they were calling to her.
She took one step forward, and then another and another, until she was close enough to reach them, but they all danced back a little farther; laughing.
She smiled with them and reached out a hand, taking one last step toward them… and then she was floating.
Floating away to join them forever in the sky.
****
Inside Zachary searched high and low for the girl, until a flash of something told him to go to the roof. He took the stairs two at a time and burst through the door with such force it crashed against the side of the building.
He couldn’t see her, but knew, without a shadow of doubt, that she was gone and there was nothing he could do to change it.
As he closed his eyes in silent prayer for the lost girl, a breeze picked up around him, tugging his lab coat one way and his hair another, and then it was as if there was hand on his face… nothing more than a gentle caress, and he fell to his knees; weeping for all that was lost and all that would never be.
****
The next day dawned bright and clear, and the papers were full of the tragedy from the night before. Zachary took full responsibility for the accident, signed his resignation, and left to lose himself. He traveled through Europe, the middle east, and China before arriving in Japan.
He hadn’t been to the country since he was a boy, when his father had been stationed there for several years, but something here made him stop, and settle down. He brushed up on his Japanese and submitted his papers to Tokyo General. Now he was starting his first day.
He was welcomed by the Chief Surgery. Dr. Chiba Mamoru, who introduced him to the other attendings on staff.
“And this is Mizuno Ami, she will be showing you around today,” he said with a careful eye on the new Doctor.
The pair stared at each for a moment before Zachary broke the spell and bowed to her respectfully. “A pleasure.”
She returned the bow with grace. “Come this way, I’ll show you where you can put your things.”
Like an obedient little puppy he bounded after her, bag in hand, and a smile plastered to his face. “I hope this doesn’t sound unusual, Dr. Mizuno, but have we met before?”
Looking over her shoulder, a small smile graced her lips and his heart skipped a beat. “Maybe, once a upon a time.”
___________________
A/N's!!!!!
Yes, it's ambiguous... but I wanted to reader to take what they wanted from it. No idea if it worked or not, but there you have it.
Truthfully, though, Amelia is not Mercury in any way, shape or form. She's just really crazy and she moved from Disney princesses to her own made up world... it just happened to bleed over into Zoisite's real past. By her recalling "the past" she awoke bits and pieces of Zoisite's real past in Zachary, but not enough for him to fully remember.. which is why he thought he was crazy. And why when he meets everyone again (for the first time) he doesn't really connect the dots at first. Probably not what you wanted to hear, but there you have it.
