I'll be your Mommy, if you'll be my Daddy

Chapter 2

First Meeting

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

I saw the lady again. I remember seeing her once before, but it was for a very short time and she never spoke to me. All I remembered was her kind smile and her soft touch. She was so pretty. She was dressed all in black with a veil over her face, and looked like a woman I imagined my Mommy would look like if she had stayed with us instead of going to Heaven. She was so pale, her skin reminded me of snow -soft and powdery- and the only spot of color on her were her lips. They were painted red, like Mommy's were when she was dressed up, and they were drawn into a smile. It was such a sweet smile and it made me feel safe. It reminded me of Mommy, like when the kids at school were mean and gave me booboos and she would kiss every one of them better and hold me close.

When I remembered the booboos, I remembered the booboos Daddy gave me and how much they hurt. And Mommy wasn't here to kiss them better. I went to move my hand to my tummy where it hurt the most but I couldn't move it. Scared I looked and saw it was tied up, same as the other one and my feet. I looked to the lady again, crying now, "Please, can you help me? I don't know...where I am. Everything hurts and I can't move." She looked so sad as she stepped toward me and sat on the bed, she stroked my sweaty forehead then wiped my tears away.

"Shhh, little one. I'm here. It isn't your time yet, but I can stay for a little while."

I looked up at her confused at what she meant by my time. She must have seen it in my face because she smiled and explained, "You remember how your Mommy went to Heaven? Well I was the one to take her there. It was her time to go to Heaven. Your time will come but not for awhile yet. You still have so much to do, so many people to meet - oh no, hush now don't cry." I was crying more, I wanted my Mommy so bad. I haven't seen her in forever, haven't heard her sing me lullabies, felt her warm hugs, or smelt her perfume in so long. She'd make everything better, I knew she would love me, no matter what Daddy said. Mommies always love their babies. And now the Lady said I can't see her for longer. Oh it hurt, hurt worse than any owie or booboo Daddy ever gave me.

"She loves you so much. She waits for you, you know. Sometimes I see her when I bring people to Heaven. She's waiting for you, but at the same time she's scared that when you come to her, it'll be too soon. That you haven't lived your life. She wants you to live as long as you're supposed to live, little one. She wants you to be happy. And she knows, she knows you're going to meet someone that'll make you happy. Like your Daddy made her happy, when she was with you." That made me feel a little better. I knew Mommy loved me I knew it, I knew it! And if it made Mommy happy...I'd stay here for a little longer. I could feel a roaring in my head which made me wince. Oh boy, the Darkness wasn't happy with that decision. But Mommy wanted me happy, Mommy wants me to live. And good little girls did what their Mommies and Daddies told them to. Daddy might think I'm bad but I didn't want Mommy to think the same. But I needed to let her know.

"Umm...Miss Lady? Since you see Mommy, could you tell her I love her? That I miss her so much? And that I'm sorry I'm a bad girl, and that I'll do better to stop being one?"

She got an odd look on her face. It looked so sad, but like she felt she shouldn't show it. And then she nodded and gave me a soft smile, "Of course little one."

She was so nice to me. I didn't deserve it. "Thank you, Miss Lady."

She smiled then looked toward the metal door when there was a loud clanging sound, then the sound of feet walking down marble floors. The Lady stood from the bed I was restrained on, and she looked back down at me with a warm smile, "It's time for me to go, little one. It's time for you to meet someone new."

I looked up to her and I saw how sad she was. She'd had that undertone in every expression I've seen on her face. I didn't know why but I knew it wasn't just about this visit. I had to repay her kindness somehow, but I couldn't move to hug her.

"Please don't be sad, Miss Lady. Kind people shouldn't be sad. I know hugs make things better but I can't move. But please stop being sad."

She looked a little surprised but she smiled, and it looked a little happier. "Seeing what I've seen, knowing what I know...that's a very hard thing to do little one. But I shall try, thank you."

At that moment the door opened with a loud clang of what must be the lock and a long screech of the hinges. In walks a man in a tweed colored suit jacket and matching trousers. His tie was black, a stark contrast to the white colored shirt he wore beneath the jacket. He was holding a clipboard with a piece of paper on it, and was looking down at it. He seemed so familiar, with the black rimmed glasses he wore and his dark brown hair, but I couldn't get a good look at his face with the angle I was in. Until he looked up at me.

"It's you! The nice man! I remember you." His eyes. Those pretty brown eyes, I remember them, his kind, soft eyes. He gave me a soft smile, coming to my bedside and took up a stethoscope from a bag I hadn't noticed he was carrying. He sat down in a chair I hadn't noticed earlier next to where my hand was.

"Hello, Miss Laskaris. My name is Dr. Thredson, I'll be looking after your care while you reside here in Briarcliff. I apologize for the restraints, but I assure you they're for your safety. They'll be removed once we can be assured you are not a danger to yourself or others. Now, I know you have a lot of questions, but I need to know, what is the last thing you remember before you woke up in this room."

I looked down at the sheets in thought, trying to concentrate. "I remember..."

Oliver looked down at the clipboard, clicking his pen ready.

"I remember Daddy punishing me. I'd burnt dinner because I was daydreaming. Daddy says good girls keep their heads out of the clouds."

He stopped, and looked up at her, feeling a familiar rage coming to the fore. Parents should never hit their child, no matter the reason. But that was just ludicrous. And she continued, "He grabbed the whipping belt he keeps by the fireplace and at first he was just whipping me good. I was trying so hard not to cry, cause Daddy says that good girls take their punishments and don't cry." She looked up at him and he tried to reign in his anger on her behalf. He could already tell she wouldn't react well to anger. He must not have hidden it as well as he thought because she bleached white, squirming in the cuffs that kept her in the bed, tears streaming from her terrified brown eyes, already beginning to swell and redden. "No please! Please, I'll be a good girl! Please don't hurt me! I learned my lesson I swear! I learned! I learned!"

Oliver was horrified, even the orphanage wasn't this cruel. He stood and went to stroke her forehead, even as she froze, bracing for a slap or worse probably...and he in turn froze.

Her skin. Her beautifully pale skin was so soft, so warm and welcoming, everything in him wanted to touch it. To soak up its soothing comfort, to bask in that warmth. It felt like how a mother's skin would feel. What he'd been searching for all this time...and it was the skin belonging to one of his patients.

The doctor was at war with the monster inside him, and it was taking everything in him to keep it hidden. Her whimpering soon took him out of his own head enough for him to regain control, as well as soothe her. "Shhh, it's alright. I'm not angry at you. I won't hurt you, Miss Laskaris, you can trust me. You're safe with me." Yes Oliver, safe and sound in the hands of a serial killer. Oliver wanted to roll his eyes at his thoughts, but it seemed to calm the poor girl down.

She looked up at him with shining eyes, eyes so full of pain and the tiniest sparks of trust. She just radiated innocence, like a lost child looking for someone to love her. Just like him. Inside he felt something stirring at these new thoughts, something he wasn't quite familiar with. All he knew was that he'd be damned before he left a child alone in their abandonment. That she was an adult physically made no difference, she was obviously suffering from regression due to trauma. How far and how deep that regression went still remained to be seen, but the childlike speech patterns, the way her voice sounded high and lisping, and the fearful acceptance that she was showing; granted it was a bit early for a full diagnosis -he would definitely need to have an official session with her to make one- but all the signs were pointing to it.

"You promise?"

Her lower lip was even wobbling the tiniest bit. Given different circumstances, he would've found it endearing. As it was, all he could focus on was the uncontrollable urge to comfort her, as well as the part inside of him searching for a mother that wanted her to smile at him again. It was such a pretty smile. One, his mind kept telling him, that was what a mother's smile would look like. He smiled down her, "I promise."

Her lips upturned softly at the corners, not quite the happy grin he was hoping for, but it was progress. Suddenly the door clanged open once again, in walking Sister Jude with Carl, one of the orderlies. The nun wore her ever present stern, cold expression, but that wasn't what Oliver was concerned with too much at the moment. Carl was looking at Selene, and it was far from platonic or professional.

The bastard was leering at her! As if all the sneaking around with the resident nymphomanic wasn't satisfying him enough -yes he knew about that, kinda hard to ignore the noises coming out of the hydrotherapy room or Shelley's cell, even when one was at the other end of the hall from both those rooms. Seriously, it was a miracle they hadn't been found out, what with how strict Sister Jude is. As it was, she wasn't his patient, so he had no say in her care. And ratting her out to Jude would just result in more of her barbaric 'discipline', so he chose to ignore it. Back to the matter at hand however, obviously all the sexual favors from Shelley weren't cutting it.

That black rage that was ever roiling under the surface was feeding him very dark thoughts about how to dispose of that lecher. She was his patient! Ignoring the sudden possessive emotions that were swamping him, the psychiatrist that he was, was insisting that she was in no state to handle any sexual attention, let alone from someone who she has no reason to trust!

Feeling a brush of that glorious skin, Oliver looked down at the sweet girl he had unconsciously stood slightly over, blocking her from the intruders' view. She was looking up at him with such pleading trust, her restrained hand brushing his fingers, and he imagined that if her hand were free, she'd be clinging to his. That was the moment he knew, the monster did at least, that he would have her. The doctor part of him was insisting that her trust was fragile, and it was important to her recovery that it not be broken, that she had someone who she could trust that she was safe with and who would keep her safe. And he would.

After all, the monster thought, what boy wouldn't protect his Mommy?

Author Notes: Sorry it took so long for an update, Real Life sucks when it comes to writing. :) Will try to update more frequently, have plenty of plans for this. Probably gonna have Lana appear in this, but she won't interfere with Ollie's happy ending, never fear ;). Flames will be reported, constructive criticism is much appreciated. As I stated it Chapter One, I do not own anything that has been copyrighted, sad for me. But I will do my best to do them justice as I write them. Till next time!

~~blackwitch333