Hey everyone! It's me! Welcome to my first Scrubs crossover fic! Co-written/beta read by my friend Celestialstorywriter (check out her stuff!)
XD This story took a lot of brainstorming on both our parts to come together, so I hope you won't over look it just cuz it's a crossover fic! We both put a lot of time and effort making sure the plot/story/characters work well, and don't seem all out of place.
And yes, I know I should be working on my other fics, but come on! How could I pass the opportunity to write this????????? Also….I'm having a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit of trouble forming chapter 8 of "My accident, My son, My fault," but I'll get there! I promise!
Anyway, enjoy!
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"I know you're there, boy." A chilling voice stated from the cloaked figure before him. He swore under his breath, his hands curling into anxious fists. Though he'd been here countless times in the past, this time around, it was different.
Everything was different.
The already churning knot in his stomach twisted again, as he stared at the back of the other man, forcing himself to keep his head about him. Losing it now would only make things worse. "Hello….Vlad." He replied, an unfamiliar callousness in his voice.
In front of him, the much older man turned around; his eyebrow raised in slight confusion. "My, what a vile tone." He speculated, azure eyes meeting those of the younger man, "why such an attitude?"
For a moment, he froze, overtaken by the expression in Vlad's eyes—an expression he'd only recently been able to decipher. His heart, already hammering in his ribcage, began echoing in his ears, maximizing in volume until it temporarily disrupted his thought process. Shit, he thought, eyes wide as his mind went completely blank.
"Did you hear me, boy?"
He blinked—the older man's question shattering his paralysis. And reminding him what he came here to do. This was it, it was now or never.
"I heard you." He stated coldly, sounding far more confident than he actually felt, "who do you think you're talking to?" He glared at the man, his eyes showing defiance instead of fear. He had always been good at concealing his true feelings—even in situations such as this. Some may have thought him cold, but he knew the mask he put up would only benefit him in the future.
For a moment, Vlad did not reply, and for a split second it seemed as if his plan was about to come to a devastating end. However, the silver-haired merely smiled, his unnaturally sharp canines flashing, despite being in his human form. "I see I trained you well," he observed, statement over flowing with enough smugness and pride it was sickening to listen to. A part of him almost wanted to gag.
And he would have, had he not been desperately trying to hide his terror.
Thankfully, Vlad was too consumed by his own ego to comprehend what such a 'vile tone' meant coming from him. Too blinded by his self-dubbed brilliance to realize what was about to happen.
That would only last a few more minutes.
"Well, my boy" the older man went on, making a miraculous revival for someone clearly drowning in their own vanity, "is there anything I can do for you? We don't have another session together for at least two more days, so I can only assume you being here means there's something on your mind." He folded his arms, tapping his foot with the slightest impatience as he waited for an explanation.
Come on! His mind shrieked, aware the moment was his for the taking, just do it! If you don't now, you may not get the chance again!
His chest squirmed in slight revulsion at the conclusion of his inner thoughts. Partially because of how abnormally enthusiastic they had sounded—especially given the circumstances—and partially because….he knew they were right. This was most likely the only opportunity he'd have. His arrival, expression….thought process….were all off today—unpredictable. Even for the man who'd known him for a good number of years. There was no going back now.
"Damned conscious." He muttered bitterly, straightening his position as he faced the silver-haired man.
Vlad, not privy to the mental 'beat down' the boy had undergone, raised an eyebrow. "What was that?" He inquired, his foot-tapping coming to an abrupt halt. "Did you say something?"
The already painful knot in his stomach seemed to navigate its way to his throat—threatening to choke both him, and his explanation. Yet, locking gazes with the older man, staring into those dark, gleaming eyes; the fear clouding his mind dissipated….the importance of the upcoming conversation finally sinking in. "I…." He began, ignoring the trickle of sweat along the side of his face. "I know what you are."
He'd expected a change in Vlad's manner; expected him to react with a far more boisterous statement than the near-monotone responses he'd been previously giving.….
….however, what he hadn't expected was for said boisterous statement to come in the form of laughter.
"'….know who I am?'" Vlad repeated, sputtering his words in between chuckles, "well I should hope so! It's been….how long since we've known each oth—"
"That's not what I meant!" The younger man cried, angry at the other man's misunderstanding. "I mean….I mean I know what you do! How you really use your ghost powers!"
Vlad stopped laughing.
`Crap. He shouldn't have said that without thinking about it first.
"Do you now." The silver-haired man replied, suspicion prickling his voice, "and what, pray tell, is it that I do?" The last part was lower— darker; Vlad's normally blue pupils flashing a dangerous crimson.
Inwardly, he swore, taking a deep breath against the rising panic in his chest that threatened to break free. He couldn't choke now. Not if he wanted to be over and done with this.
"You…" He started, memories of that night….that fateful night when everything he came to know and respect shattered when the awful truth had been revealed, "you're a….a thief! A criminal! You use your powers against the law just to get what you want!" With each word, he felt his confidence rise, past events playing across his brain like a moving picture—fueling both his determination and disgust towards the man before him. "You're a liar… a cheater… a… a—"
Abruptly, Vlad laughed once more, cutting him off. Only this time around, it sent chills up the younger man's spine. "My dear boy, that was no secret."
His mouth fell open slightly. What?
"Did you really think I acquired all this"—he made a swooping gesture with his hand, referring to the clearly expensive lengths of his mansion— "without use of my abilities?"
His emotional wall faltered then; providing Vlad with a window into the thoughts he had—up until that point—kept buried. Of course, he didn't realize it until after the older man's features twisted into a sinister grin.
"I… see…" he murmured, as if he suddenly understood it all. "And here I thought you knew the kind of man I was." He shook his head with the guise of disgrace, however, the younger man could clearly see the mockery hidden underneath. "Honestly, what did you expect me to do, hm? Dawn some ridiculous looking costume, run around rescuing those weak minded fools who would never in their right minds return the favor? Ha!"
His teeth were grit to the point where he could hear the sound of them grinding against each other within the walls of his mind. "You're a killer." He growled, fists clenching and unclenching until they were white, "I don't want anything more to do with you."
There. He said it. The words he'd long wanted to articulate but never could were finally expressed. Finally released. And with them came the acknowledgement that the ties he had had with the old man no longer mattered.
He should have felt content, he knew, for the newfound freedom bestowed upon him….yet his emotions were anything but. Looking at the old man, staring into his rapidly darkening expression; it was almost enough to crush the confidence he had so hastily gathered, right then and there.
"So…." Vlad hissed finally, "you think you can just throw it all away? Pretend like none of this ever happened?" The words were so cold, so venomous, his heart nearly stopped as he was hit with an onslaught of panic. "Then what do you plan to do with your own abilities, if not use them for your own personal benefit?"
Oh shit, he thought, swallowing hard. This wasn't going to be good.
Forcing a harsh tone into his voice, he answered the angered older man, with a response that would forever change his way of life. "I….I want to help people! Do things only I can do to benefit mankind!" He was perspiring profusely, his breath having become ragged from sheer exhilaration and fear. "And I don't give a damn whether they're grateful or not." He added, hatred blazing in his eyes for the first time since meeting the older man so many years ago.
Vlad made no response at first—he seemed, in fact, to be dumbstruck upon hearing such an unyielding response. Gradually, though, his eyebrows began to slant, the base of his mouth twitching to form some sort of reply.
Then all at once, Vlad exploded.
"You insolent child!" he bellowed furiously, his voice a deafening screech, "Who do you think you are to defy me?! Everything you are, everything you want to become—none of that would have been possible without my help!" The subtle fangs jutting out from before had grown their full length, each needle-tipped canine glistening dangerously. "Look at you," Vlad went on "up on your high horse—trying to talk down the man who's done nothing but aid you from the start! I opened your eyes to a world you'd never even dreamed existed! And this is the thanks I get?!" His entire being was shaking now, his eyes daggers boring into the younger man's skull.
There was a pause; both men swimming feverously in their own thoughts. Finally, the younger man broke it, speaking with such defiance he seemed alien to the man. "You're right, Vlad." He started, throwing the older man a short lived sense of pleasure, "you did open my eyes." He inhaled sharply. "You showed me that I never—ever—want to become someone like you."
That did it. Whatever shred of restraint the silver-haired man had left on himself slipped away at that remark; the full of his irises—as well as his pupils---succombing to a vibrant, scarlet glow. "I won't let you go, boy!" He shrieked, his face paling with each punctuated word, "You are far too valuable!" On the word 'you' two black rings appeared around his midsection; moving in opposite directions as they engulfed his body.
He knew what was coming, even before the newly transformed man held up an ecto-energy ball to his head.
"You don't have a choice, Plasmius." The younger man challenged, activating the mental trigger in his mind. There was only one way out of this; that was apparent. As he too, became swallowed by his own supernatural rings, he made a vow. A vow that ,if he survived, he'd spend every minute of every day of the rest of his life making sure people like Vlad knew what it was like to feel pain; to feel suffering….
....to be treated like the scum of the earth they really were.