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A/N: Considering the closing to "Lost Hope" is literally right here in front of me and the fact that it is about to be posted VERY SOON, I've decided that I want to let out the coming of this fic a little earlier than I had been planning. I was going to post the beginning of this a bit after Spring Break, but my other fics are going at a good pace and I was hoping to accumulate a few OC's early on so I have more to work with when I begin writing more on the plot.
Anywho, if you were unaware of what a true OC fic is, I basically take OC's that you guys send to me and put them in the story! So feel free to review and send me your OC and I'll (most likely) use them! This fic was MADE to interact with everyone's unique ideas! But for now, I believe I should try and set up a plot first...
Gawd, I'm soo brain-dead today!
Enjoy! =D
It was March 9, 2024 when it all happened.
CR-S01 was to be let out of prison.
Finally, the convict was proven innocent of committing all of those deaths in the Cumberland Incident.
He was finally going to be free.
"Th-thank you..." the once convicted prisoner stuttered out. He just couldn't believe that this was happening. For the longest time, he had been left in the dark; he had been constantly kept away from the truth. But now... finally someone had been able to bring to fruition what happened back in the Cumberland Incident and proved, through a legal trial, that he was innocent.
The surgeries and lives he helped save in Resurgam greatly helped to the cause as well.
"Not a problem." his defense attorney smiled lightly. "Besides, I could tell you were innocent." He glanced down to his arm where an odd piece of jewellery sat, but CR-S01 didn't seem to pick up on what the brown-haired lawyer was suggesting.
"That's enough, Mr. Justice."
CR-S01 looked back to find another man walk in. He was in a grey sweater and black pants. A bright blue beanie sat comfortably over his hair.
"There's no need to keep talking about the trial. That's all in the past now; what we should be talking about is where you are to go from here, my friend." He then looked to the red-eyed ex-convict, but all CR-S01 could do was blush meekly. He didn't know what to say.
"Oh c'mon, don't tell me you don't know what you're gonna do with your life!" The man in the hoodie gave the surgeon a large smack on the back, but with friendly intentions. CR-S01 stumbled forward, but he managed to catch himself. The man had a lot more strength despite his appearance. "I mean, considering how long you were stuck in that prison, it shouldn't come as a surprise that you've had time to think. You knew you were innocent, so you must've had a chance to ponder about what you were going to do with your life after prison."
"Well... I'll be honest. I never really thought about it. I always thought that I'd remain in prison for the remainder of my life." CR-S01 shook his head in disappointment, mainly on himself. "I'll probably continue to save lives back at Resurgam..."
"There you go!" The man exclaimed happily. "Glad to hear you have a future ahead of you." He placed his arm around the defense attorney; CR-S01 thought the two shared a father-son relationship, but from what he heard prior to the trial, the lawyer was the apprentice while the other was his mentor. They did manage to save him nonetheless, so they must be pretty good. The hobo-style attire of the mentor and the dramatic spiky-ness of his defense attorney's hair left CR-S01 with doubts, but over the course of the trial and especially now, those doubts disappeared into thin air.
"Mr. Wright, I think we should be going now." The lawyer glanced at the door of the defendant lobby to find a few people waiting patiently for his client. CR-S01 didn't seem to notice them. "It was nice meeting you, Dr... Actually, I never caught your name." The lawyer's mentor glared at him angrily and the spiky-haired lawyer raised his arms out in defeat. "Hey, we only were allowed to refer to him by his prisoner number." He looked back to CR-S01. "So? How about it? Do you have a name you can give us?"
"Well... I guess you can call me Dr. Muller." CR-S01 thought back to his past which he managed to recover recently and knew that this was right. "Erhardt Muller." This was the name his adoptive father, Albert Sarte, named him and he felt that it just sounded... real. "...But if you don't like it, CR is fine with me."
"So, Dr. Muller, is it now?"
CR-S01 looked back in surprise of the more feminine voice that did not seem to come from the two men before him and found that the visitors his lawyer had been referring to were the friends he had made back at Resurgam.
Friends...
Maria was the first to come around and slung her arm around the surgeon. "Well, well, what an interesting name that is. On the bright side, it's short, so it'll fit on a decent-sized nameplate unlike someone here who goes by the longest last name I've ever heard of." She glared at the green-haired diagnostician, who stepped into the scene followed by Tomoe, and Hank.
"So I don't have a right to get pissed off when I find that my nameplate was only big enough to fit 'Dr. Gabriel Cunning' on it?" Gabe rolled his eyes in annoyance of the thought, but then chuckled lightly at his sarcasm. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and held it between his index and middle finger. "Though I still wonder what kind of first impressions I would get when my patients come in and see a bad-ass name like that."
Ignoring the debate the two suddenly jumped in, Tomoe and Hank made their way to the three who had moved away slowly from the rowdy pair. Tomoe smiled softly at CR-S01.
"It's nice to know that you really are innocent." Tomoe chimed. "Though I always knew that it was never you... I just knew it."
"Thank you for unwavering confidence in me, then." CR-S01 replied. He looked to Hank who was rubbing his eyes. A single tear seemed to roll down the muscular man's cheek, but he caught it in time. It didn't take long for the hero to give up on preventing the tears from flowing down and locked the fellow surgeon in a massive hug.
"I'm... so proud of you, Doctor!" Hank exclaimed. "A saviour such as you could never have been behind all of those deaths!"
From the side, the man in the hoodie and his red-vested defense attorney apprentice smiled. The scene before them was very touching and knew that this would be an appropriate time to depart.
"We'll be heading back to LA now, I guess." the lawyer declared, though he could tell that the doctor could hardly hear him amidst the commotion.
"You're right; we shouldn't keep Trucy waiting." the other continued.
When the two finally began to walk away, CR-S01 broke free of Hank's grip and stopped them. "The two of you are leaving?" he asked. "Aren't you staying for a bit more? I mean... you two are the ones who got me free, after all?"
"No, that's incorrect." the man in the hoodie objected. "You're the one who was innocent the whole time, so you were the one who got yourself out of the mess you fell into; we were just the ones who shared this fact with the rest of the world. Right, Apollo?"
"Yeah." the lawyer replied. "Besides, this is your story. Just go and enjoy. Maybe get something to eat while you're at it; I mean, anything out here must be better than that crappy prison food."
"Hehe, true. Thank you again. What you did means a lot to me."
"No problem."
CR-S01 watched as the two men left and another three entered to replace their presence in the room. It was two women and one man in a wheelchair. One woman had long silver hair and her normal black and red clothes on. The other had short blonde hair and emerald eyes. She was wearing a purple uniform. The third man had messy brown hair and glasses in front of chestnut eyes that read of wisdom. He was in a beige suit and neat red tie.
"Could it be?" Gabe spoke up against Maria's unending bickering. "Naomi Kimishima and Derek Stiles!" The diagnostician ran up to the two who entered with much haste. "Naomi, you're late." he scolded jokingly. He then turned to Derek in the wheelchair and put on a more sombre look. "Man, I haven't seen you in a while... what happened?"
"Gabriel Cunningham, it's been a while." Derek replied happily at the sight of his old friend. "And I just got hit by an ambulance a week ago; nothing too serious." Gabe flashed a concerned and dumbfounded look while Derek could only laugh at the stupidity of his statement. "Anyway, I'll be back on these legs in a few weeks, but for now, I'm stuck in this hunk of metal till my legs are completely healed... unless she forces me to stay on this a bit longer."
"You nearly forgot about me." the nurse behind him groaned. She then proceeded to look around the room. "Then again, none of you really know who I am. I'm Angie Thompson... and I'm a surgical assistant."
"Nice to meet you then, Ms. Thompson." Gabriel shook her hand. "My name is Gabriel Cunning...ham." He couldn't help but emphasise that part of his last name considering the topic of the conversation he just went though with Maria. He allowed his eyebrows to jump a bit with a devious smirk on his face. But realizing that Derek wouldn't exactly want him to be hitting on his girl, he shoved the cigarette that still remained between his fingers into his mouth and fixed his posture. "I work at Resurgam as a diagnostician."
"Remember Angie. In a few weeks, you'll be 'Angie Stiles'." Derek gave her a wide grin. "When are you going to start introducing yourself by that name?"
"When I officially have it, so calm down, Dr. Stiles." Angie slapped Derek on the back of his head causing him to moan in pain slightly.
"I see how it is..." the surgeon protested in reply.
"So, Dr. Muller. How does it feel to finally be out of that ice box they called your cell?"
CR-S01 clenched his fists and released them repeatedly as though testing his fingers. "Nothing much physically." he replied. "But on the inside, my mind feels a lot more clear. It's nice to know that one heavy burden is finally off my shoulders." He then looked to Derek and Angie. "Umm... excuse me for asking, but what are the two of you doing here? I'm pretty sure that two important people such as yourselves hardly have the time to come here so leisurely."
"Ahh, you catch on quick." Derek quipped. "But quite the contrary; Angie and I are on vacation right now, aren't we, sweetheart?" Angie nodded happily which made her fiancé smile, though she caught on quickly to the inside joke he made. "On behalf of Caduceus USA, we request that you join the Special Disease Counteraction Team."
"Wait... what...?" CR-S01 couldn't believe how quickly this came at him.
"Hey, you can't do that!" Maria interjected. "Dr. Muller belongs to us in Resurgam! I don't care just how high-ranking Caduceus is... you can't take one of our valued surgeons away! We need him!"
"She has a point." Tomoe concurred with a strict tone. "We have already made arrangements for Dr. Muller's stay as soon as we found out that he was going to be given another trial. We were confident in his innocence, as well as his abilities, a long time ago."
"The kid needs to stay." Gabriel argued. In reaction to Derek's proposition, he nearly spat out his cigarette. "He helped us gain a reputation after the Rosalia outbreak. And besides, he's what keeps us together these days! I respect you a lot, Dr. Stiles, but on behalf of CR, I respectfully decline."
"He's our friend." Hank finished off. "I refuse to allow you to employ him."
Derek chuckled to himself. He loved just how put together the five doctors all were; their bond was to be commemorated. He looked to CR-S01 with gleaming eyes... he wondered what he would say in response to the request... even if they were all misinterpreting it.
"I understand that Caduceus' power over the medical district is strong and even if I decline, under law, I could be forced to join anyway." CR-S01 chose his words carefully and spoke slowly, but with conviction. "However, my place is here with Resurgam. I've only just started my new future and recently, I've decided that my future resides within saving lives here in Portland."
Angie watched as her partner could only chuckle at the huge misunderstanding everyone seemed to be making, but she didn't react. She too enjoyed watching the passionate bond between the characters and couldn't help but see how Derek intended for this to play out.
"I commend you greatly for your decision." Derek replied after a slight moment of silence. "However, you didn't allow me to finish." He looked up to Naomi, signalling for her to continue. He knew that she too had been let in on the full story.
The group looked at Derek with a peculiar look before turning their attention to Naomi. "You see, the medical industry has become corrupt beyond one's imagination." Naomi sighed exasperatedly. "Through my partner and I's investigation, we have found several corrupt personnel in power and within even Caduceus. As of now, only half the funds are going to a reasonable cause. The other half... well that has been funding a project that unfortunately has fallen into the wrong hands."
She pulled a picture out of her pocket and showed it to everyone. "You see, under the government's concealment, a group of specialists were working secretly on a certain potential cure for the world's diseases." Naomi turned away from the photo and faced those of the trauma team in Resurgam. Her gaze focused on CR-S01's. "Kind of like Albert Sarte's ambitions, if you ask me." she commented. "The cure would create an invincible immune system compatible with humans."
"However, a cure as amazing as that could easily provide an immense amount of money." Angie continued. "This is why our government kept the research secret; they waited until it was complete so they can take the result and use it for their own ambiguous exploits." She then turned to Derek, expecting him to continue off from there.
"Somehow, a separate group managed to catch wind of it. The research was meant to be kept a secret, but we believe that there may be a mole amongst the researchers." Derek paused before continuing. "Victor was quite pissed when suspicion fell on him some time ago."
"Umm... excuse me, but what does this have to do with CR?" Tomoe interjected.
"You really have to let us finish." Derek replied with a tinge of false annoyance. He agreed that the story was rather long, so he shared their pain. "Anyway, it didn't take long for the officials to be infiltrated by this separate group. Along with the corruption of the higher-ups came the thievery of chunks of research."
"And out of the research they stole came about the other side of a cure." Naomi looked dramatically at everyone. "It turns out if you reverse part of the formula for the incomplete cure, you can come up with a devastating pathogen."
"You're kidding me... another one?" Gabriel groaned. "You should be fine without Dr. Muller then! I mean, you're Derek Stiles! You're the guy who defeated GUILT... another pathogen shouldn't be too difficult to defeat."
"Yeah, but at that time, I had access to the facilities at Caduceus." Derek admitted. "And I wasn't exactly stuck in a wheelchair either."
"Wait, what are you talking about exactly?" Hank asked warily.
"Simple." Angie replied. "I'm pretty sure we mentioned that even Caduceus has been corrupted, but it's a lot worse than that." She closed her eyes, holding back the sudden wave of tears that came about at the thought of what had occurred. "The terrorist group needed to test the effectiveness of the pathogen..."
She paused as her little hint of the tragedy sank into everyone's eyes. As though on cue, everyone's eyes widened in realization of what happened and looked intently at Angie, hoping that what she said next would prove their guesses false. Unfortunately, that was not meant to be.
"Well, now one of three main branches of Caduceus is completely down and Derek and I are stranded here while half of Angeles Bay has been evacuated."
"What the hell?" Maria exclaimed angrily. "Why am I only hearing about this now?"
"Well, the government censored it out to avoid too much panic." Derek answered. Maria could only roll her eyes at such a meek response, but Derek continued the story nonetheless. "The two of us had been on vacation nearby at the time of the incident; Sidney allowed us a bit of time off after what happened to me. But even if we wanted to go back and help out, we couldn't because not a single person was allowed in or out of the city, so we were stranded here for a few days. Fortunately, we met up with Naomi, who happened to be someone we knew who was in the area, and then she led us here."
"Basically, we weren't just asking Dr. Muller to join the Special Disease Counteraction Team… we were asking all of you." Angie finished off. "We need as many people as we can… Caduceus USA is in complete shambles and 97% of the staff is down due to the pathogen. Even now… we're still looking for a treatment against it… but we can't do anything if it's just the two of us."
"Even if we're... us." Derek remarked without a sign of modesty.
Maria let a large smile grow onto her face; her canine teeth making it look as though it were the sneer of a tiger ready to lunge at her prey. "If you started with that, then we all wouldn't hesitate… to agree. We are SO in!" She looked behind her. "Isn't that right, everyone?"
"Oh hell yeah!"
"I'll do anything in my power to help save everyone."
"If all of you are in this, then so am I."
"And clearly, you don't need an answer from me."
Derek smiled brightly. Finally, things were starting to look up for the world. "Very well. We'll probably start setting up the base at err… Resurgam, was it? I'm glad for all of your support, but even so, I'm sure it won't be enough to take down the terrorists."
"What are their names?" Tomoe asked.
"According to our investigation, they call themselves the 'Dai Konran'." Naomi explained. "Before the attack on Caduceus, they had left a letter stating so. However, other than their main method of attack, the name is all we know about them. Their motives and numbers are still unclear…" She sighed openly. "It seems like an impossible battle, but we already have all of you on our side, so I'm sure we have a chance."
"Just a chance?" Dr. Cunningham asked sceptically.
"Anyway, we'll need to get word out of our need for new recruits." Derek continued, chuckling a bit at his old friend's remark. "But at the same time keep it out of the Dai's ears for as long as we can. But otherwise, thank you again."
"It's not a problem, Dr. Stiles." CR-S01 replied before sighing to himself and dipping into a bit of mental dialogue.
"Looks like Fate chose this for me. Just when I finally get freedom, I'm once again caught up in another affair… but it looks like this time, I won't exactly be alone."
"All preparations are ready."
"Very well." A figured cloaked in darkness chuckled from the corner. "Fear is usually the most powerful weapon one can possess, but with this…" He held a vial containing a greyish liquid inside. Despite the warm temperatures, the vial and liquid were freezing cold. If the man weren't wearing special gloves, then his fingers would have been completely frozen and in need of amputation. "…We'll win."
He looked in front of him where five people stood. He had met up with two of them in the epidemic they caused back at Caduceus while the other two had come on their will. He knew that these five could be trusted. They all wore different clothes; the Dai Konran didn't bother with something as time-consuming as uniforms. They all knew each other and that recognition should be enough.
"I would like you five to go out and find others willing to join the cause." the leader stated. He stepped into the light and a few stepped back in fear. Their leader was in a menacing cloak and suit and his identity was shrouded with a white mask that covered his face. The mask itself seemed to resemble a silver flame; the tips spiked over the face itself and extended beyond.
"Yes, sir." they all responded simultaneously in a bizarre monotonous tone. With that, four of them walked away to complete their task while one stayed behind.
"What is it you want?" the masked figure inquired. His tone was calm, but strict and sent shivers up the remaining man's spine. The man straightened his posture and built up the confidence in him before replying.
"Well sir… I was hoping if I could have another dose of… it…"
The leader chuckled and walked towards a crate positioned in the corner adjacent to where he had been standing. He pulled out a vial identical to the one in his gloved hand, injected some into a syringe, and whipped it at the man's leg, causing him to crumple instantly.
"…I hope you're satisfied."
And with that, he pressed the remainder of the liquid into the man's bloodstream and called for someone to carry him out.
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Age (17 or older)
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(Oh, and if you want your character to have a Healing Touch, feel free to mention one, but it is not too likely that it will be used. I will contact you through PM if I want to make a change to something given to suit the story. Each person can contribute up to three OC's… umm, I think that's all I have to say!)
A/N: So this is a Trauma Center/Trauma Team crossover OC fic… I've always wanted to try one of these, so I hope I get a good response! =P However, the next few chapters will probably be updated before I leave to Florida on my Spring Break… which is in March. I only wanted to post this earlier to get an early response and have to work on. (Well, unless I get a HUGE response, then I won't disappoint everyone and update quickly!)
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And BloodyRosalia, in exchange for looking through this before I put it up, your OC shall be about as major as a subby character can be! =)
Not saying that everyone else's won't have a chance at a major position...!
Did I mention up to three OC's per person?