Scarecrow! Why is there so little of Crane after Cillian's performance? Like seriously guys. I hope you enjoy this one because I could definitely continue it.

Fear To Love (Preview)

"Between Doctor Strange and Doctor Crane, whose sexier?" One nurse asked the group of five all sitting around a round table in the empty cafeteria. They all had the night shift, changing diapers, or strapping patients to their beds. They had to find time in between to themselves and this was it, this was what they did to pass the time, asked each other stupid "truth" questions.

The only one who was not interested was Jodie, she had been working at the Asylum for quite some time. She had plans on becoming a doctor, but they never worked out and now she was here. She was the only red head at the table, dark brown eyes to coincide with her pale skin and flushed cheeks. She was probably the prettiest nurse out of the five on the night shift, wearing a usual nurses outfit that brought way more attention than wanted.

Speaking of which the conversation wasn't interesting to her because she knew both Doctor Crane and Strange. They treated her like she was a doctor sometimes, asking her opinion on things, or even having her check their evaluations. Mostly Doctor Crane allowed this, she had grown a fondness for the man.

"Ugh, Definitely Doctor Crane. The only bad thing about him is his medical beliefs." Replied one Nurse, in more disgust that the one nurse could even compare the two. Doctor was younger and more refined, he shaved, and always smelled nice. Jodie found herself falling into a dream when he was on the premises. He would never fall for her though, a woman like her was probably to low for his standards.

"I know", A gasp was heard, "did you hear about what he does to his patients. Rumors have been going around that he scares them with some serum, or something." Another intervened chewing on a piece of gum.

"No, no. He doesn't scare them with the serum, he scares them with their greatest fears." The fourth nurse shook her head.

"How do his patients walk out without a scratch then? Medically approved sane? Hmm. Can you explain that?" She chided, crossing her arms and thinking she bested the others. Jodie rolled her eyes and sighed.

"He works with Falcone. Gets paid a large some to make them seem insane and get them out on a longer sentence." The gossiper continued, Jodie stood up with a sigh.

"I think I am gonna go check in on that patients. You guys continue on whatever it was."

"But Jodie, you talk to a lot. What do think of him?" She flattened er dress and feigned a smile.

"I think you all are crazy to spread such rumors around about him. I think he is a kind man, to be honest probably the best doctor at this Asylum." Jodie replied even though she knew she couldn't believe those words, she wanted to. Crane was as bad as they come, she knew he was with Maroni and she knew he scared his patients using some serum, she just was smart enough to stay out of all that.

She went for a walk, checking into the windows of each room, the clicking of her heels as she walked down the marble hall. Upon turning a corner, it was a coincidence that Doctor Crane was exiting his office, the jingle of his keys as he locked the door. He was holding his suitcase wearing one of his fine suits. He turned to face her and smiled with a nod.

"Jodie darling, how are you doing?" She smiled shyly at him, now fiddling with her thumbs.

"I'm doing good Doctor Crane. Are you going home?" He walked towards her, smirking as usual.

"Why of course I am. I had some late paperwork I had to finish, I'm exhausted. Would you mind walking with me to the car lot?" She shook her head, taking the arm that he held out, they began sashaying down the hallway. It was silent most of the way, since she was in deep thought and didn't know what to say. "If you don't mind me asking, are you alright?" His question snapped her from her thoughts and she glanced up into his stone blue eyes. She wasn't alright, she had been undergoing plenty of pain lately. Having nightmares and being afraid to turn off the light.

"No..." She replied exasperated. "I haven't been feeling so well." He stopped, stopping her as well. He looked over at her and just gazed for a moment.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She could trust him, he was always there for her in the years that she'd known him. She couldn't deny that she loved the man's standing before her and admired him.

"Yes, I would like to." He opened the door behind him, an interview room for patients. Suspiciously right where he stopped her. He sat her down at one side of the table, while he sat at the other crossed his arms and relaxed.

"Tell me." She took a deep breath, before her eyes fluttered for a moment.

"M-My father, when I was little would beat me... One day, he killed my mother and was about to kill me, before the police showed up." She paused, trying not to remember every detail, because she could. Crane leaned forward and placed a hand over yours.

"Go on." He pressed.

"I saw everything... When the police brought me to the orphanage... They would beat me too if I made the slightest mistake. I have never been the same since. I overcame my fear, but... I've been having nightmares and that's bringing it all back." He noticed her hands begin to shake under his, removing his hand, he brought it across the table to cup her cheek.

"They won't hurt you anymore. They can't, do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I am here." He sat up and lent across the table to kiss her, lips pressing against lips and he would have sworn she was smiling after that.