Author's note: I went camping for like...2 days, and hiked for 30 miles. I'm dead tired, but while I was going through all this I had been thinking up a fic. So if this is complete crack, blame my exhausted mind.

Reviews are love.

So these are the pairings you can expect:

Implied SasuSaku

SasuOC

Naruhina

And possibly GaaraSakura.

You've been warned ;

I promise to actually update this baby. Yup.

The highest floor of the hospital was kept for 'special' cases. Cases that the common person in Konoha knew nothing about. Other times it was simply a great place to restrain injured criminals. Not that the injuries were threatening, more the criminals. The sort listed in the 'bingo book' hidden away in the bottom drawer of Tsunade's paperwork-laden desk.

From the depths of morphine-induced sleep, Sasuke Uchiha could vaguely make out the sound of an enraged pair of feet striding purposefully up the hallway...or down, whatever direction it was. Struggling against the drugs, which may have been slowly wearing off but were still affecting even the primary functions of his body. If the Uchiha had had the strength to open his eyelids, the look in those obsidian eyes could have killed.

When the door cracked open, he found the strength to pull open his eyelids and focus his eyes. His expression darkened considerably as two ANBU officers strode through the doorway taking up positions on either side of the muted yellow door frame. Sasuke had always had issues with the color of paint hospitals used. It was either a sickly mint green, a color far too bright to be named or the purest of whites. Like untouched snow. Wouldn't white show the blood which had been shed, wouldn't the floors be littered the spatters of their blood?

It was the moment that she walked through the door that Sasuke finally decided that the hospital should be painted gray. The color of dreams, the color of the dead, the color of pain, the color his obsidian eyes faded to when he was injured. Not the rose-petal pink that made his eyes burn and his head throb.

Sakura frowned down at his vulnerable form, arms crossed over her ample chest. Both hands curled into a fist, her knuckles bleach white as if she were restraining herself from reaching out to the boy she had once worshipped. Her voice sounded odd, it faded in and out as if she were being pulled away and pushed toward him

"Sasuke Uchiha, you are hereby arrested. A prisoner of Konoha by order of the Hokage."

The pink-haired kunoichi's breath caught in her throat as she watched the familiar smirk carve itself across Saske's worn face. She would never get tired of that expression, not ever. Even if she were the one that inspired the expression, the irritation that radiated off of him. Sakura Haruno loved that smirk.

One of the ANBU took a step toward Sakura, murmuring something which Sasuke could not hear. He doubted Sakura was dampening his ability to hear, but who knew what had become of his team mate? The only knowledge he had ever attained was that she had become Tsunade's apprentice. Not that Konoha needed another grouchy, lazy, drunken nin like Tsunade. Most thought that of Tsunade in an affectionate way, but Sasuke still thought of her as an obstacle in the path of a man who had been a tool of the Akatsuki.

While the Uchiha had been doing all of this thinking, he vaguely noticed the two ANBU operatives slip out of the room like shadows wearing masks children saw in nightmares. Odd interpretations of everyday animals, or a lunatic artist. Sasuke grew suspicious as Sakura reached into a cupboard, her fingers skittering across the dials putting in the code for whatever torture device lay in the safe. Feeling far more alert and somewhat in control of his voice, Sasuke snarled.

"What are you going to do?"

He bit back any further words as the door burst open and into the room strode Tsunade. Behind her was Shizune, seeming to have been half way through a sentence as she chased Tsunade into the room. She clutched the pile of paper in her one arm, while the other hung at her side. It was odd for her not to be carrying the little pig she kept as a pet, so there must have been a good reason for her to want two hands free.

The smirk on Tsunade's face was smug, much like the trademark Uchiha scowl Sasuke himself was most skilled at using. "Nice to see you, Sasuke. Wish it were under better circumstances." Sasuke only nodded, his tousled hair ruffled by the gesture. He had no time to pay attention to his matted locks, Sakura was deftly handling a syringe and a vial. Steeling himself for whatever was ahead, he spat "Has Konoha lowered itself enough to poison it's prisoners?" referring to the vial he was having difficulty reading from this side of the room. He was aware it wasn't poison, but what was the harm in insulting the 'great' hokage Tsunade on her leadership.

"I'll have you know that's truth syrum, and it's going to be rather handy in this case." Sasuke knew of the manacles binding his wrists, so he chose not to struggle. In this situation, he would have activated his bloodline limit but chakra exhaustion is not something to be trifled with. In addition to that, he had no recollection of a good portion of his memories while in Orochimaru's company. The most obvious explanation was that he had come to know far too much and had been relieved of all sorts of information. But even the littlest thing could lead them to their target, and they knew that.

In three strides Sakura reached the other side of the room, standing at the side of the gurney. While watching Sasuke ever so closely, she slid the needle into a vein, deploying the chemical into the prisoner's blood stream. Sasuke could vaguely feel the chemicals beginning to affect his mind, steeling himself as his control over his mind's functions was taken from him. With that, the lengthly session began.

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The duo of Konoha medic nin were thorough, Sasuke would give them that, but even after three full hours of interrogation they came up with nothing. Going through the Uchiha's memories was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Something would catch the light, and for a moment look like the prize they were after, then just as soon as it appeared it would disappear. As Shikamaru Nara would say, how troublesome.

Tsunade ran her lady-like fingers through her mane of bleach blonde locks, sighing in frustration. "Sakura, we will find nothing more tonight. Give him a dose of pain killer and go home." with that, she turned away and left the room. Sakura could only sigh in resignation and reach out toward the machinery which fed the prisoner's blood with medication. With the truth syrum still active in his system Sasuke was helpless against his one time fangirl's questions. Fully expecting her to begin ranting or drooling, he openly displayed a grimace of displeasure across his face. A few minutes of silence passed, an uncomfortable silence.

Watching the uniquely colored medication run through the tubes, flowing into her patient's veins, Sakura took a moment to think. To ponder on what had happened such a long time ago. When she noticed Sasuke appear to look drowsy, she turned toward him. Summoning up every ounce of courage she had, the young woman spoke quietly in a hardened voice to the man she had once adored.

"Sasuke, did you ever love me?"

It was an odd question, and somewhat mournful. How could she have been so blind as to think a boy like him could ever love her? She wanted him to slap her across the face, to curse her existence and tell her that he hated the air she breathed, her very being. Perhaps that was a little bit drastic, but she wanted him to tell her the truth. Not sugarcoat it for the ears of a little girl, but the blunt truth no matter how painful it was. It would make it less painful to let go, if she knew how much he hated her. It would make her choice seem rational, seem like the right thing to do. He would let go for her.

The cruel Uchiha smirk settled across his face as he blinked slowly, attempting to clear the sleep from his eyes as the medications began to make him drowsy. He let her go, just like that. Set her free with just those three simple words before he shut his eyes and succumbed to sleep.

"No Sakura, never."

Heh. Told you it was crack.

I'll have another chapter up by tomorrow morning, tomorrow afternoon at the latest.