Disclaimer: I do not own Halloween or any of the characters. I just own Ash.

Hey everybody! Sorry I took so long getting ch.3 up, but I've had a lot of stuff to do lately. Exams, Tsukino-Con, general laziness. Anyway, hope you all like chapter 3. And to all of you who are waiting for the sex, IT WILL COME! I PROMISE IT WILL!

"I think it's ridiculous."

"C'mon, Ash." Janet pleaded.

"No."

"It'll be good for you."

Ash snorted. "They said that about lobotomies and electroshock therapy, too."

Janet pinched the bridge of her nose between her finger and her thumb. She'd been trying to convince Ash of the merits of meeting new people for over 20 minutes. So far, Ash wasn't having any of it.

"Would it hurt to just meet the guy?" She asked

"Yes." Came the emphatic reply.

"How do you know? How do you know you won't like each other?"

Ash snorted again. "Oh yes, because everyone loves me. The Storm Lake Slasher, world's most beloved serial killer."

"You're acting like a complete child."

"Am not."

Janet huffed angrily. "Would you please just talk to him?"

Ash turned her head away slightly. "Why should I?"

Janet clenched her jaw. She had just about enough of this. "Because if you don't, I'll put peanut butter in your coffee."

Ash turned to face her and Janet was gratified to see a slightly alarmed expression on her face. "You wouldn't."

Janet smiled sweetly. "Oh, but I would."

Ash scowled. "Well, I'd like to see you explain to Dr. Loomis how, on your shift, I died because my airways swelled shut."

Janet scowled back. "How 'bout I pour bleach on your face while you're sleeping?"

There was a beat of silence. "That's not even funny. You know how I feel when people comment on my face."

"If I don't, will you please talk to Michael?"

"No."

Janet covered her eyes with one hand. This was going to end. Now. "Ash?"

"Yes?"

"Remember that picture I took of you? When you fell asleep wearing your glasses and they left a giant glasses imprint on your face?"

Ash scowled. "I hate those stupid glasses."

"That's not the point. Do you remember the picture?"

There was a beat of silence. "Yes."

Janet smiled slightly. "Well unless you cooperate, that picture might end up on a certain bulletin board. You know, the one that everyone sees every morning on their way to coffee?"

There was silence.

"That's unfair." Ash said finally. "I don't have anything on you."

"Well that's too bad, isn't it?" Janet replied.

Ash scowled. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to talk to him." She grumbled finally.

Janet smiled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

Silence. "You're right, I don't hate you." Ash said as Janet was leaving. "I hate that you kept that stupid picture."

"Is he in there?" Roger asked.

Carl checked through the small window in the door. "Yep."

"Janet was supposed to be bringing Ash down." Roger said looking down the hall. "Although Ash probably isn't going to make it easy for her."

"Maybe she won't." Carl said, nodding down the hall. Janet was leading Ash towards them, one hand firmly on the chains around Ash's wrists.

"Bring her on in." Roger said to Janet.

Ash grinned at Roger. "My, it's only been a few days and already you're conspiring against me."

He gave her an innocent smile in return. Perhaps too innocent. " What conspiracy? Dr. Loomis just thought you should make some friends."

She chuckled softly and moved her eyes to Carl's face. "Carl! I haven't seen you for months. Where've you been hiding? You haven't visited me in such a long time."

A stony expression overtook Carl's usually happy face. "I've been busy."

Ash nodded understandingly. "Of course you have. Emotional issues take a long time to work out."

Carl's fists clenched.

Ash grinned. "How's that going, by the way? It can't be working too well. Forgive me, but didn't you leave crying last time you came to see me?"

"Ash, that's enough." Janet said sharply.

She just smiled.

Roger opened the door. " Bring her on in."

Janet walked with Ash to the door. "You ready for this?" She asked.

Ash shrugged casually. "Of course."

Roger held the door open as Janet led Ash into the small, blank room. The walls were white, the floor was white, the lights overhead burned white. No windows, Ash noted. A table was set up in the middle of the room. However, that detail hadn't really registered in Ash's mind. Her attention was focused on the man sitting behind the table. Though he was sitting, she could tell he was 6'2" or 6'3" standing up. She thought of her own 5'4" height and scowled slightly. Through the holes in his white mask, she could see the glitter of his black eyes. He was so still he didn't seem to breathe. He didn't react to their presence at all, just sat staring at nothing in particular. She moved a step closer and his black eyes suddenly locked on hers. A powerful shiver raced down her spine and she almost took a step backwards. Almost. God. she thought, Last time I saw eyes like that… no, I won't even go there. Her feelings of unease quickly turned to anger. He couldn't scare her. She was Ash Quinn, the Storm Lake Slasher! She wasn't afraid of anyone, least of all some freak who thought everyday was Halloween. She raised her chin slightly and stared right back.

Roger shut the door behind them. "This is Michael." He said to her. "Michael," He said grinning, turning towards the man at the table, "This is Ash. I hope you like her."

She narrowed her eyes at the sarcasm in his voice. Janet apparently hadn't found it very funny either because she said "You can leave now. I'll handle it from here."

Roger, still grinning, nodded. "I'll be in the observation room."

Ash didn't watch him go. Her eyes were still locked on the cold, black orbs in Michael's face.

"Ash?" Janet touched her shoulder. Ash tore her eyes away, breaking the staring match.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to stand here all day?" There was a slight smile in Janet's voice.

Ash sighed. "I don't suppose I have much a choice in the matter."

Janet led her over to the table. Ash sat down across from Michael, straightening her spine as she sat in the chair. He wasn't looking at her anymore, just staring off into space. "I'm in the next room." Janet said. "We'll be able to see what's going on through the one-way window." She pointed to what looked like a long mirror on one wall.

Ash nodded rather glumly. "Right."

Janet squeezed her shoulder slightly and gave her a stern look. "You be nice." She said.

Ash gave her a charming grin in return. "Of course. I'm always nice."

Janet shook her head slightly as she left.

Ash listened as the door clicked shut. "So," She said. "It's just you and me now."

He didn't answer, didn't even react to her words.

She grinned a slightly sarcastic grin. "So, read any good books lately?"

Nothing.

Her smile faded and she tipped her head to one side. "You're not much of a talker, are you?"

Silence. For all she knew, he might not even be breathing.

"Helllooo?" She said, waving her hand in front of his face. "Anyone there?"

His eyes locked on hers again and she forced herself not to flinch. "Well, nice to know you're still alive."

His eyes burned into hers and she stared right back, trying hard not to blink. Her eyes starting watering slightly after about a minute. Doesn't this guy ever need to blink?, she thought. Luckily, he looked away first, his black eyes shifting to the wall behind her.

Her eyes narrowed. He was ignoring her! Well, fine. If he didn't want to play, that was fine with her. She'd make her own fun.

2 Hours. She'd been staring at the ceiling for 2. God-damn. Hours. She'd gotten so bored at one point she'd tried playing I-Spy with herself. It didn't help. I-spy with my little eye, something that is white. Oh wait, everything's white. Ahahahaha…

She'd considered playing with Michael, but that probably wouldn't have been much different than playing with herself. Her eyes flicked once again to the strange man in front of her. Unlike her, he didn't seem bored at all. He just sat there, staring at nothing in particular, never saying a word.

Why won't he talk to me? She wondered as she watched him. A part of her mind, the part she called Ashley, seemed to break off and become independent. He won't even look at me. Ashley sounded sad. Am I so unlikable that even another killer refuses to talk to me?

Another part, the part she called Ash, broke off and faced Ashley. Shut up, you sniveling brat! She snarled. So, he won't talk to us. Who cares? Who the hell cares? Not us. You know why? Because we're Ash Quinn. The Storm Lake Slasher. If we don't like someone, we kill them. Who cares if some freak in a Halloween mask doesn't have the courtesy to listen when we're talking?

Ash, the real Ash, the one sitting in the room with said masked freak, smiled. "Yeah." She said out loud, before clapping a hand over her mouth.

Michael's eyes locked on her face again and this time, his eyes appeared less blank. Almost… questioning. Great, she thought. He probably thinks I'm crazy. Oh, wait. I just remembered I don't care. She sat up taller and looked him right in the eye. "Yeah." She repeated. He stared at her a second longer and then returned to watching whatever was more interesting than her. She watched his face to see if he'd look at her again. When it was apparent that he wasn't going to, she turned away with a noise of disgust.

"Wow, you two must be getting along really well." A voice from the doorway said. "The love and friendship in the air is almost suffocating."

"Fuck you." She replied without turning around.

Ignoring her not-so-subtle hint to take a hike, Roger sauntered over to the table. "Did you to have a nice chat? What did you talk about? Did you compare body counts?"

"Shut up."

Upon hearing the edge in her voice, Roger's eyes seemed to get brighter. "Or did you just make plans for a cozy double homicide? Hmmm? Maybe planning on teaming up? Dynamic Duo, and all that jazz?"

"Will you cut that out!"

Both their heads turned towards the door. Janet was standing there, hands on her hips, glowering at Roger. She marched into the room and began fastening the chains around Ash's wrists.

"Ouch." Ash winced as the fastening caught the delicate skin on her wrist.

"Sorry." Janet murmured.

After double checking the fastening, Janet rose to her feet and glared at Roger. "You. Out." She said, pointing at the door.

He grinned and strolled out the door. Janet led Ash after him. Carl was waiting outside the door, hands in his pockets. "So, how'd it go?" He asked in the same sarcastic voice Roger had used.

Ash smiled, although what came out was really more of a bitter grimace. "Oh, it was fantastic. We had a lovely little tea party and swapped stories of our adventures on the high seas. How the hell do you think it went?"

Roger's grin widened. "Ooohhh, somebody's grumpy today."

"I'M NOT GRUMPY!"

"Stop it, both of you!" Janet yelled. "You two leave her alone!"

Janet gave them one last glare before turning and marching away, leading Ash by her chains. Ash turned her head and just before she rounded the corner, stuck her tongue out at them.

After they disappeared, Carl burst out laughing. "Did… you see… her face?" He wheezed. "She had her pride punctured like a cheap party balloon!"

Roger starting laughing too. "2 hours. He ignored her for 2 hours." He laughed harder. "God, you could practically see the fuses blowing in her brain while she tried to get his attention."

Carl gasped for breath. "And the best part is that we've got 13 more days of this. Dr. Loomis said we'd try this for 2 weeks and then, if nothing happened, we'd stop. We've got 13 days of watching her slowly lose her mind."

Roger laughed harder still, clutching his ribs. " Bitch ain't off the hook yet." He grinned.

I told you much fun would (probably) ensue! Oh, and to explain a few things I thought might have been a little confusing:

1. The peanut-butter In the coffee: Ash is allergic is to peanut-butter. Yep, pretty self explanatory. Just thought that'd be fun to throw in.

2. The glasses picture: Ash wears glasses when reading. Sorry, forgot to mention that, but she does. Yeah.

So, hope everyone's enjoying the story and next chapter should really see the start of some really exciting crap.

-VulcanGirl17