Disclaimer: SSM and all related characters belong to you-know-who, and we all know he won't ever release them. So sad. Anyways, names you don't recognize are mine. Names you do recognize aren't mine, unless you see them in a later chapter, and recognize them from this one. Hmm... Interesting theory.
Sorry, I babble. Anyways, lil' a/n, this is a continuation from "New Arrival", only this is entirely in third person. Based off the fic based of a binge-candy enduced dream. Only this time, there's a plot. yay for plots!! Please read, kindly review. I give cookies to those who review!
"I can assure you, Doctor Kafka, my methods are completely ethical. Not only that, but I have approved this with the Attorney General, and those suits who fund this…place." Doctor Caleb Marco spoke the last word with obvious disdain as he glanced around the office of one Doctor Ashley Kafka. His stone blue eyes stopped as it spotted Kafka's doctrine hanging on the wall, and returned to the black-haired woman. "If all things go according to plan, than we should have quite a few reformed villains within a few weeks. This will be the easiest group therapy session you have ever done."
Dr. Kafka narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "But to brainwash these people, to make them believe that their lives never happened… Is that truly ethical? Truly." Pointing the end of her pen towards his face, Kafka let her opinion be heard. "You are robbing these men of their lives, of everything they've worked for. Everything they've ever known. Doctor Marco, I'm sure you have the best intentions in mind, but I must think of the health of my patients."
"I'm sure you are doing that, Kafka, but you have to understand that these men already know of their pasts. If they know in the future what they know now, was is going to stop them from choosing the same path again? I merely want a chance to see if I can change a few, a handful, of these patients. I'm not asking you to throw my little device in the center of the rec. room. All I'm asking is that you give my project a chance." A smile crossed his face, "Isn't that what science is all about, anyways? Experimenting?"
"Science, yes. But not the work of doctors. Healing is our work, Marco."
Despite his stoic personality, Dr. Marco rolled his eyes at that statement. "Maybe for you, Doctor Kafka, but the true doctors of psychology, this is a chance no one can pass up. I'm not asking you if I can proceed with this, because I've already gotten permission and my subject is already amongst yours. I'm simply…" he had to pause, to think about how he wanted to word his next statement, "here because I wanted my request to be on the record."
"Duly noted." There was a slight tic in Doctor Kafka's jaw. It was obvious to the older doctor that this young psychologist had no intentions of giving her blessings to his project. Sad, but her blessings were unnecessary. He was going to go through as planned.
"So, with my request noted, here's the gist. She will be amongst your patients for varied lengths of the day, and you will treat her as if she is one of them. You do know she's as insane, if not more so, than the rest of your not-so-upstanding crew. Let her mingle; let her do as all your others do. I will be observing from a distance, so I will know what you do with my little girl. In three week's time, I'll make an analysis. I expect you will have your own of her."
Kafka gave him about as close to a "duh" stare as she could manage without being impolite. It made him almost snicker. "Of course I will. If this child is sick, I will help her as I would any of my other patients. This is a dangerous move on your part, though, if you want to be technical. Your independent variable is going to be messed with."
Slowly, a smile formed. "Oh, I intend on it. Goodbye, Doctor Kafka."
She watched him go, her eyes following his every move. And when the door behind him closed, Doctor Ashley Kafka buried her face in her hands. First, they threatened to take Ravencroft from her, now they were taking every bit of control she had. She allowed herself a few moments to mope, then collected herself, her clipboard, and strode out the door. Time for a quick analysis.
HFG: Okay, not much to review on, but still. New chapter up soon (this one with Memory and the other members of Ravencroft asylum. waves flag Yay for my crazies!