Hi everyone, this is the story that most people voted for me to write, but I cheated a little and went with the Death Note and Nolanverse crossover. Please, please, PLEASE read that story. I think it will be really enjoyable and even though it's a crossover, you won't be lost. If you have any questions, please PM me, I'll be more than happy to explain anything concerning DeathNote. Please read that story, and please review! I wrote this chapter in a little bit of a hurry, I hope it's okay. It's kind of short too, but I wanted to put it up right away to get the story moving.

Oh yeah, Dr. Natalie Owens is my OC. Everything else is owned by DC.

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Chapter 1

I can't, I can't, I just can't today.

Yes you can, you have to. You have to go to work.

I don't want to, I just want to go back to sleep and never wake up.

You have to, that's the only way to get over him. Do it, Natalie. Go on with your life.

I groaned as the alarm went off again. I had lost count. I slammed the snooze button once more, silencing the obnoxious blaring instantly.

With one eye pressed into the pillow, I opened the other one and looked at the clock. I should be in work in ten minutes. Damn it, I haven't even brushed my teeth!

Okay, I had to get out of bed. I had to go to work. Patients were counting on me. I couldn't not show up. They needed counseling. They needed therapy. They needed...

Someone to listen to their stupid problems and agree that they dealt with them the right way and that their guilt was unfounded.

I hated that. I hated that cynicism. I had always had it, and these days it was stronger than ever. Some days I could drown it out. Other days, it was right there on the surface, ready to bite anyone and drag to them to the depths. Why, why was it there? All it did was ruin my day. And I wasn't even out of bed and there it was already, gnawing at my toes.

I turned off the alarm before it went off again. I had to get up. And of course, I was going to be late for work.

On my way to the bathroom I called the hospital and told them I'd be late. Indefinitely. "Again?" The lady at the desk, Shelly, asked wryly. I just hung up on her. I didn't have to explain myself to anyone, least of all her. She had no idea what was going on in my life.

It's strange how friends happen to disappear when you really need them the most. It's like no one wants to get too involved. Sure, they'll go shopping with you, go to the movies, girls' night out type of stuff. But once you suffer a real loss, a real emotional gunshot wound, they disappear. No one wants to deal with someone with problems. Everyone has their own issues.

There I went again, cynicism back at full throttle.

My whole house was lavender-themed. I love that color. My bathroom had beige tiles with lavender accents. My shower curtain was lavender. Even my ceramic soap dispenser was lavender.

The color was so calming to me, it seemed to melt away all my troubles. Well, not really, but it helped me relax.

Lavender scented candles lined the edge of the sink counter.

It had only been two months since it happened, and not a day went by that my memory wasn't fresh with the incident. It seemed to get clearer as time went on, more vivid, more torturous. I couldn't stop dwelling on it, the pain was so intense. And the longer I spent thinking about it, the more and more distraught I became, until I was crying once more.

So there I was, alone and naked in the shower, crying against the cold wall of the shower. My recount of what happened would make any woman wince and think, I'm glad that wasn't me.

And before they could say, Honey, I'm sorry that happened to you, I stopped them. It happened twice and I haven't told anyone since. I just told them things didn't work out between us. That we had irreconciliable differences. Ha! Like we were already married.

No, that was the only good thing about the whole situation. We weren't married. What a terrible mistake it would have been. I tried to see the good side to it, and eventually, I did. But it was hard to get to that point when you're blind to everything but pain.

I should have never come home early that day. Then maybe I wouldn't be so devastated. And I couldn't believe I hadn't picked up anything. I never thought it would happen again. And certainly this was the worst way I could have found out.

The last appointment of my workday cancels and my whole life is destroyed because I decided to come home just two hours early. So I could spend time with him. And what is he doing?

The image was seared in my brain. It would never leave me. I thought it was ironic how I, as a psychiatrist, already ruled out the fact that I could never heal from this. How could I help others heal if I couldn't heal myself?

Never had two naked bodies affected me so. A side view of two people right in the middle of it. And I knew the man. I knew him. She was still wearing her red pumps the fucking slut. Blood red pumps that clashed with my lovely lavender.

Time stopped. I know everyone says that, but to feel it something else entirely. With time, I froze too. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed as though in fear.

And then I couldn't stop moving. They pulled away from each other as I spun around and ran out back to the car. I heard him swear inside the bedroom. He didn't even try to stop me.

I don't know why I ran out of the house. I should have gone into the kitchen, taken out a large knife and stabbed them both to death. They deserved it after all. Of course, I would never do that. I wasn't psychotic. I was just hurting.

I spent just a little bit of time drying my hair when I stepped out of the shower, but other than that I didn't do much to get dressed for work. I didn't even wear any makeup. I just jumped into the car and drove to Bludhaven Memorial Hospital.

Shelly glanced at me as I walked in, and I saw her tense up immediately. She was going to say something, I knew it. The way her pink-coated lips tightened and her expression froze on her face. She was going to say something confrontational. "Don't," I pointed at her as I stormed past to my office.

Her lips parted a little and she said nothing.

I was relieved she didn't, otherwise she would have had more on her plate than she could handle.

Then, I was surprised to find someone waiting outside my office. A nurse.

"May I help you?" I asked.

"Hi, Doctor. We need your help at ICU."

"Oh?" I unlocked the door to my office and invited her in. "What's the problem?"

"It's a patient. He woke up a few days earlier and we think he needs an emergency psychiatric evaluation."

I sighed. "All right. I'm a complete mess. Just give me a little while to get some make up on and my coat, okay?"

"Yes, Doctor. He's in room four."

I nodded. "Okay."