Don't say a word

Fiction Rated: M

Authors Note: It's not a typical kind of Charlie/Joey Fanfiction. It's like my own story with the characters. I just thought about this possibility one night. Different circumstances, same Charlie/Joey?

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Chapter 1

It was like every Thursday.

It was like every day in the week. No difference. It was around 5:30 a.m. when she opened her eyes first. Five minutes later she decided to swing her feet out of the bed and start her day.

She did this with a fast 30 Minutes morning run. Afterwards she took a shower every morning. For this she needed another 20 minutes, but only when she hurried. She liked it to take her time under the shower. She loved it to feel the warm water smashing on her braced shoulders. Beside her coffee it was the only thing that waked her up in the early hours. It was the only thing who kept her going on with the work she did. Others did something different to relax:

Listening to slow music, doing some kind of yoga like her colleague Watson or like her, listening to the water, feel the power and the affection the water just had on her. She stood there, waiting for something to happen. She didn't even know for what she was waiting. She didn't even know for WHOM. This big Question mark dug a big hole in her whole life, in her sad heart. Who would be able to relax her? To free her mind just for a few hours? Who would be able to touch her and never let her go? She dreamed every single night of the person who would be able to free HER, but she was never able to find it. To find Love, affection, tenderness, passion. But how should she when she was working almost 7 days in the week?

"Charlie!!! Open the door! I need to get ready for school!" A voice screamed and got her abruptly out of her thoughts.

"Ruby?! You are awake? What time it is?" She asked confused. Her sister always used to wake up around 7:45 a.m. to get early enough to school. But she couldn't be in the bathroom for almost 2 hours?

"It's half past seven. I have to get ready soon. Xavier planned to walk with me to school today!" She heard the excitement in her voice and smiled of this thought. How easily people are amazed by something simple like walking to school with the person they truly love and adore. Sadly she looked to the ground. Has she been able to be happy about something simple the past days, weeks, months, years? She knew the answer, she didn't need to reply. Instead she shook her head to banish all the depressing thoughts she had. Instead she apologised to Ruby

and left the bathroom to her sister, while she got to her room.

She was used to be the hard cop, who erased her feelings the whole day. Who kept her heart under her blue uniform and hide her expressions under her own created mask, she knew from all the old formal dances in the 18th century. The normal life.

After another 20 minutes she was ready with her uniform on and her coffee drunk, Ruby has already made for her. When she left the house and sat in her little blue car her phone ringed a long time, before she was ready to get caught by the normal stress she had to cope with every single day in her job. But today promised to be more diversified.

"Senior Constable Buckton." She replied with her mind far far away.

But as she heard her partner's voice she starts to slides nervously in her seat.

"Charlie, it's me Watson. I need you here at Summer Bay's psychiatric clinic as soon as possible."

"I'll hurry. Be there in around 10 minutes." Was the last thing she said before she start the engine and drove away with the radio on.

It's going to be a nice day, she thought ironical.

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She hated hospitals. Every kind of hospital.

No matter if it means help for sick and hurt people.

For her it meant shock, pain, death and loneliness. Especially a clinic like this, means another tragic form of emptiness, loneliness, people usually call it craziness.

The same second she was rushing through the doors of this old looking building she was about leaving it again.

She hated the nurses, the doctors, the atmosphere, the screaming and at most she hated the green colour of the walls. Watson waited for her in front of the lift to get her to the second floor. She wasn't answering Charlie's question why she had to come here. Watson was just answering "The doctor is waiting."

The ring of the lift almost killed er and she felt panic rising. The blood streamed to fast through her veins and she just want to leave this scary place.

But at first she had to cope with everything.

First work, then everything else afterwards, she told herself.

She had to do her job well.

Because of her strength she was Senior Constable Charlie Buckton.

Because of her abilities she was a good cope. One of the best cops around here.

But now she was just happy to leave this small lift and step outside on the long corridor with the ugly green colour, again.

At the same moment Charlie wished she had never left the lift, because the screaming was now able to touch her ears, worse her mind.

"He is just right there." Watson said, walking straight to a small man with a beard, a big horn glass and an ugly old dark green coat he might has stolen from his grandpa and big shoes which look like he has stolen them in a circus.

To be honest everything around there look like a damn circus to her.

"Senior Constable Buckton?" He was asking, his voice loud and strong. Hands shaking, heavy. But she was strong enough to reply to his touch. "Doctor Richard Clark. Doctor at this institution. Nice to meet you here." "I'd like to say that too, but it's not really my pleasure to be here." She replied uncomfortable. He just laughed in amazement.

"I understand that. But they aren't crazy as they seem. Believe me, you get used to that."

"How can I help you?" She asked, hoping to be able to leave soon.

He swallowed hard and his Adam's apple jumped up and down within a second, and while she was watching his Adam's apple jump up and down twice he was handing her a file, which she opened quickly.

"Jesus Christ." Was all she was able to say after she saw the young men with all the blood in his face looking straight into the camera.

"He's a lucky guy, because he's still alive. He's an orderly from Sydney. She used a razor to hurt him, right before she hurt herself."

"Who is her?" She was only able to get this simple question out, still looking at the picture.

"A girl in her early twenties. She has been in institutions for almost ten years."

"Obsessive-compulsive behaviour, Post – traumatic symptoms, manic depression…" Charlie read out and stopped after the first diagnosis to let the man continue, from whom she only knew the first and last name.

"Right…15 different hospitals and 15 diagnoses. She saw her father killed when she was eight. She is very smart and usually avoids touching. We really don't know WHY she attacked the boy."

"Doctor… Clark, right? Okay. Doctor Clark. I really don't know what you want from me. I'm only a cop."

"Sure. I understand why you are wondering. But we need help. We are not able to come through the walls she has built the past years and we heard you are one of the best cops around here. You know how to threat difficult people, you do that every day and the most important fact is your mother."

"My… mother?" She asked with her voice low and a big lump in her throat. She never talks about her mom. Never. Especially not with strangers. But how does he know her mother. What? Why?

"You grew up with one of the best psychiatrist, and to be honest, we hope you learned something from her or, hopefully you maybe have it in your genes." He laughed loud while he was rushing to the gate, let them open by two cops, signing a paper before Charlie and Watson had to do the same and before they were rushing through another gate.

"Doctor Clark… wait… I… I don't think I can help you with that."

"Senior Constable… please… just go and spend 15 minutes with her. Do what you can do, try to ask her about the things that happened in Sydney with the poor guy. She's a young girl who never hurt a fly until last week. You and I are between her and a lifetime on hard medicine. Or worse. I really don't like to ask but: Do you want this?

She needs you. And if we don't make progress by Tuesday, they're gonna transfer her to another institution and chain her to a bed for the rest of her life. That's why she needs you and why we are trying everything we can to help her. 15 Minutes. Only 15 Minutes may save her life."

And with this she was standing in front of the big door which leads into the room of the unknown sick girl.

"Is she eating?" Charlie asked after looking through the small window, sawing a girl sitting on a bed with her back turned to the door and a salver with food on her side.

"She isn't eating, drinking, sleeping. A wonder she isn't conscious yet. She isn't speaking or letting anybody touch her." He answered honestly.

"What's with the heavy artillery?" Charlie asked heading to the tall men in green waiting in front of the door.

"It took about three people to get her off the poor fella up in Sydney."

"What is her name?"

"Collins. Joey Collins."

"Could you open the door, please?"

Seriously it's going to be a great day, Charlie thought to herself.

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