Disclaimer: Rights go to other people, not me. Too bad. I wrote this after watching fight club or the third time, so I tried. Hope you like it.

"Mr. Durden," I heard that same, monotone voice call my name for the fifth time today. No, that wasn't my name. It was someone else's name. It was Tyler's name. I looked around the bleached white walls surrounding me, and felt the domineering presence of the person in front of me. "Mr. Durden." He repeated, but I was set on not answering to that name. I was set on not answering to Tyler's name.

"My name is not Tyler Durden." I slowly said for the umteenth time since they put me in this place. I didn't belong here. I had all my facts straight. Tyler Durden was not my name. No matter how many official documents said it, no matter how many people said it, I was not Tyler Durden.

"Just come with me.." He was annoyed. I could hear the annoyance in his voice, and I could see the annoyance on his face.

I am Jack's complete lack of interest.

"Right through there Mr. I am not Tyler Durden." He pointed into a room where someone was sitting, mocking me the entire time. I didn't expect any visitors. Who would visit me? Anyone who thought I was 'Tyler Durden' was either locked up tighter than I was, or hated me for what landed me in this place.

The chair was uncomfortable; almost as uncomfortable, that is, as sitting in front of someone I had never seen before. His identity eluded me, but just as I was about to ask what he wanted he'd already beat me to speech. "I want you to hit me." The words struck me as odd, more than that in fact. Those words started it all last time, what did they mean this time?

"What did you just say?" That single moment as he muttered those familiar words seemed surreal. The first time I hit Tyler crept to the back of my mind. The moments that came before that moment, and the moments that came after that moment all replayed in my mind.

"I said, I didn't think you'd want to see me."

Maybe I did belong here. Now I'm hearing things? If I hadn't gotten rid of Tyler that last night before I was arrested, I'd blame it on him. I still blamed it on him. Even if he was right, and I invented him, it was still his fault.

"I didn't have much of a choice, what do you want? Better yet, who are you?"

"My name's Tyler." I couldn't decide whether I was hearing things again, or that was really his name. Why was this happening again? I was fully content with spending my life here. More importantly I was fully content with living my life without having to remember Tyler or what he'd done.

"Tyler?"

"No, Tyson. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just hearing things.." The words came out slowly as I pushed my finger into one of my ears to try and clear up any of my previous hearing problems. "What did you come here for?"

"I want you to tell me about Fight Club." The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. My breath caught in my throat, and I nearly coughed. That part of my life died with Tyler; the only thing I was thankful for.

I am Jack's desperation.