A birthday update for my new friend, Jasmine; happy birthday, friend! Also, you people should go check out the story we're writing together (It's called Star Trek: The End of Vulcan)!

Also thanks to Erided K, dannikaz, and tennanttardis for their various forms of support, plus also my other reviewers! And yes, dannikaz, I deliberatly alluded to DT's role in Hamlet; good job spotting it!

Thanks to everyone for his/her patience; despite its appearance, this story is NOT inactive!

Finally, as a PSA, there are actually 2 more Asylum stories here on , but you have to put Takin' Over... into the searchbar at the top of the page; I believe they are filed under misc. TV/movies or something like that.

Now, without further adieu, chapter 3!


A few days later, Campbell convinced Eddie to let him take the show on his own. The older man had been hesitant at first, but when Campbell hinted heavily that there was a new movie out that Francine wanted to see, he had relented.

There were three minutes of the show left and Campbell was getting ready to go off-air.

He spun the record on the turntable and, as the Beatles' "Eight Days a Week" started to filter through the speakers, he noticed Bethy outside the studio. He slipped his headphones down around his neck and waved her in.

"Hey! You've missed most of the show, but - " He was interrupted by Bethy urgently tugging on his sleeve. "What do you want?" She only looked at him pleadingly and tried to pull him out of his seat and towards the door.

She clearly wanted him to go somewhere with her. "I can't just go; I've got to finish the show!"

Luckily, the song chose that moment to trickle to an end, and Campbell was able to tear himself away from Bethy's grip with a, "Hold on, just give me thirty seconds and I'll go with you!"

He wrapped up quickly, hopping Eddie wasn't listening to notice that he cut a few precious seconds off at the end of his jingle; Bethy looked as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment. "OK; let's go."

Bethy turned on her heels and dashed out of the studio, Campbell close behind her. She led him through the maze of corridors, eventually coming to a halt at a corner in one of the less-occupied areas of the building. She pressed her back against the wall, and Campbell did the same.

He peeked around the corner, ready to get to the bottom of this mystery.

There was a small open door, leading to a dusty closet. Nothing strange about that; there were tons of mystery doors at St. Jude's. There were also a couple of men carrying large, worn boxes through the door. When they did, Campbell felt an urgent tug on the sleeve of his jacket. He turned to ask Bethy what the heck they were doing there, but was interrupted by a large crash, the sound of many hard objects hitting the ground, and a variety of swear words. Looking to see the cause of the noise, he finally understood what was causing Bethy's distress.

Scattered all over the ground were dozens of books.

Before he could stop her, Bethy had dashed around the corner and snatched a single book off the floor. As she dashed away, the men stared at her in confusion, before realizing what was happening, at which point they began to shout at her. Campbell wanted to help her get away (It was just a book!), but he could only stand there incredulously, even when the men began to chase after her.

Suddenly, Bethy slipped. Her socked feet went out from under her, sending her sprawling across the floor. This gave the men just enough time to grab the book, which had remained clenched in her hand, away from her and get a tight grip on her arms. Bethy fought back, trying to wrench herself away from her captors. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and Campbell's heart broke at the distressed noises she was making.

But then Bethy was gone; hustled away to some sterile, scary room where Campbell knew she would be drugged into submission. What had he done?

Or, more importantly, what hadn't he done?