Based on a couple of ideas...mostly around Freddy being the one needing comfort e.g. Bottom!Freddy and his ADD/ADHD. I kinda arrived here after several attempts and decided basically what would happen if...I basically just fucked Freddy up. In the head, I mean. Like screwing his mind up... Ooh sick images, many many sick images now...
Title: The Supposed Madness Of Freddy Jones.
Author: Icasscia
Universe: School of Rock
Theme/Topic: Freddy Jones ADD mad evil doctor nice friends Boy Slash. Later. Maybe.
Rating: PG-13. Some adult themes and swearing. May change later due to some violence and sexual innuendo and situations.
Characters: School of Rock ones basically. Mainly Summer, Freddy, Zack and Billy.
Warnings/Spoilers: The entire film. Maybe. Possibly...Umm...Some Slash...
Word Count: 1,399 words (ex. Author's notes)
Time: Two days. Editing and crap.
Summary: Freddy Jones lives life on the edge. It's his way of living. The only way really when you've got ADD. But one doc says no more. And from then on, Freddy is in deep trouble. Pills, white walls, ECT, ice baths and being locked in at night is all he's allowed...Not if Zack Attack has anything to say about it...
Dedication: Umm...Jack Black I suppose...and the kid who played Freddy. So awesome.
A/N: Just...Don't ask me.It may say my brain on the contract but do you think I have any control over it? I mean after reading the rest of my stuff and then this, honestly? The answer: No...(Duh)
Distribution: Warn me please but then you'll be free to take. Just a word of warning; please don't try and pass it off for your own work. It's unfair and it's not going to help you or me. I don't mind if you stick on the moon if you credit me somewhere even if it's really small at the end. Rant over...
Set some time after School of Rock, perhaps in the early Spring since the film seemed to cover most of September onwards to around February. Umm...Yeah. Well. Off we go kiddy-winks.
THE SUPPOSED MADNESS OF FREDDY JONES
CHAPTER 1
The Phone Call from The Other Side
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(Freddy Jones)
(Freddy Jones)
(Freddy Jones)
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Summer Hathaway always took register. Always. Since she had been designated band manger, she had been even more vigilant about taking register. So it was unsurprising that she was the first to notice Freddy Jones's absence. For the fourteenth day in a row. He hadn't answered and she'd looked up to glare at him doing something he shouldn't like bouncing in his chair, or fidgeting or whispering with Zack. She had been hoping he was back. His presence though not always wanted had always been a constant. He had hardly missed a day for the last three years, since he started on proper medication. But when she looked up, he wasn't there. Just a big empty seat. Again. And while most people would have dismissed this, she was worried. No Freddy Jones meant one of two things. One, Freddy was skipping school or two, there was some unknown reason. And Summer didn't like unknown reasons. It was faintly possible that he actually planned on turning up today but was caught in traffic or something. She looked at her watch. It was ten past nine. If he was running late now, he'd have called her. She carried on with the register, making a mental note to speak to Zack. He and Spazzy McGee were close since First Grade.
Ten minutes later, Summer found her chance. She and Zack were sent to go and take the registers to the administration office, something about the teacher needing them to carry a couple of boxes back. "Where's Spazzy?" she asked him, once they were on their way.
"Don't call him that..." Zack sighed. Summer ignored him. Everyone called Freddy Spazzy McGee, 'cause he was spazzy. Took pills for it and everything.
"Where is he?"
"Where's who?" Summer nearly slammed her head in the register. Now he was avoiding the question. Or he was being deliberately dumb. And with Zack it was sometimes hard to tell which was which.
"Spazzy? You know...pills and spiky hair – bad attitude, rebel without a cause?" Summer waved her hands around, "You know, the boy you've been best friends with for over six years, if I remember correctly? Him? You remember him don't you? He's only been sat next to you for eight months now-"
"I don't know. I don't know where he is."
Summer nearly carried on ranting until she saw Zack's face. He looked all sad and kind of crumpled. Zack missed Spazzy, that was clear to see, but there was something else troubling him. "What's wrong Zack? The band needs Spazzy so if something's happened to him, then please tell me. Please."
"I don't know...it's probably nothing."
"Spazzy's missed two weeks of school, he's not told anyone anything about what's going on, I can't get his homework or band sheets to him and no-one can tell me a thing about where he is. Trust me. It's probably not 'nothing'."
Zack looked around and yanked her off to the side, through a door and made her sit down. "Zack. It's a janitor's closet."
"Yeah. I know. I don't want anyone hearing this." He seemed agitated to Summer, his hands kept turning around and around. "I don't know where to start..."
"Try the beginning." Summer didn't feel so good now about the whole thing.
"You remember the night we had the massive party, to celebrate getting our thirtieth gig?"
"Two weekends ago? Yeah?"
Zack looked at the floor as he said, "Freddy came home with me, we mucked around on the X-Box for a couple of hours and then his dad picked him up, about ten-ish. I persuaded my dad to let me watch a really old movie downstairs, and he went to work in his office-"
"You're rambling..."
"About mid-night someone phoned the house..."
Flashback
Ring! Ring! Zack nearly fell off the couch with shock. He snatched up the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Hey Zack..." It was Freddy but it didn't sound like the usual Freddy Jones. The voice was really quiet and kind of muffled.
"Freddy it's nearly midnight. What are you doing calling now?"
"They're going to take me away Zack-Attack..."
"What?" Zack shot upright, on hand on his forehead. "What are you talking about Freddy?"
"I heard them talking about it in the kitchen, and then they came and spoke to me with that horrible, fucking doctor-person...It's this new phsyc person they've been seeing about me..."
"Fred..."
Now Freddy seemed even more teary... "The doctor says I've got to be changed; I'm outta control or something...they've arranged treatment already..."
"What for?" Zack felt his hand slip on the phone. Sure, he knew his friend had ADHD, but he took pills and that was it. Solved.
"Zack?"
"Yeah, Freddy?"
"What's Elecvo- Conclusive Therapy?"
"Wha- Do you mean Electroconvulsive Therapy?" Zack was sure he hadn't heard right.
"Yeah. And what's Suldation? Or solatire confinement?"
"Do you mean sedation? And solitary confinement?" This did not sound good. "Freddy where did you hear those words?"
"The doc said that's part of my treatment..." Zack swore he heard a sniffle, "I'm frightened Zack. I'm really really fucking terrified because he said that I might end up locked away..."
"What?!"
"I don't want to be locked away Zack. I'm no loony..."
"It's okay Freddy." Since when was he the strong one? He was the one who was meant to burst into tears the whole time and Freddy was meant to comfort him. Not this way, this fucked up way where Freddy was crying into the phone. "It's okay..." Zack switched off the TV, and shut the door. For some reason, he didn't need his dad to walk in on this.
"Don't let them take me away, Zack. Please. I'll be good I swear. I'll take my pills and everything, Just don't let me be locked away..."
In the background a man's voice could be heard and loud banging. It sounded like someone was knocking a door near Freddy. Pounding on it really.
"He's coming to get me Zack!" Freddy sounded scared. Absolutely terrified to Zack, "Don't let him take me! No! Leave me alone! Zack help me! No! get offa me! Fuck off -" Suddenly the phone died and Zack realised he was on his feet, screaming into a dead phone. Shouting "Freddy!" over and over again when no one answered. Footsteps pounded down the stairs and the door swung open. Someone turned the light on.
"Zack! Zack!" He refocused on the man in front of him; his father was shaking him by the shoulders. "Zack!" The phone was taken from his hand. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Zack had no idea why he said nothing.
"But you were screaming."
"A scary part of the movie. Sorry Dad."
"Right...Off to bed now." Zack didn't bother to argue. Hopefully tomorrow all this would sort itself out; it would turn out to be another bad dream and Freddy would be sat at his desk tomorrow. And they could laugh and joke about it and it would all be okay again.
Only the next day, Freddy wasn't in school. Or the next day. Or the next...
End of Flashback
"...Is it true?" Summer's mind was in a cyclone, "Is it all true?"
"Yes." Zack confirmed it, "Freddy sounded scared...like truly terrified. And you know he won't show he's scared. Ever."
"Are you sure it he wasn't making it up?" Summer just had to ask.
"Nobody could sound that scared. Least of all Freddy Jones."
"I'll call his parents at break. Do you want to sit in?"
"Yeah, please."
At break, Summer and Zack stayed in the classroom at her desk. The phone lay between them like some kind of sacred offering. Summer picked it up and dialled, set it on loudspeaker, replacing it on the table.
"Hello?" A man answered the phone on the third ring.
"Hello is that Mr Jones?" When answered in the affirmative she continued, "Hi, this is Summer Hathaway, the band School of Rock's manager. I was wondering if it would be possible to drop off a couple music sheets for Freddy-"
"Freddy will no longer be continuing with the band. Goodbye." The dial tone seemed even louder than normal. Zack looked at the phone in amazement along with Summer. Freddy loved the band. Why wouldn't he play in it any more? Summer tucked the phone away in her bag, saying, "...Well that went well..." Dry sarcasm never seemed more appropriate.
And that's all for now folks. ¬.¬ Sorry about the crappy formatting. The bloody thing won't let me do anything to it.