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Sky: We're thinking about focusing on parallelling the story to a chess game.

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Are You Crazy?
Epilogue: Royal Game

Spring. A time of new beginnings, or so the saying goes. Dominic so wanted to believe it because spring was finally, finally when he'd be able to get out of this hospital. Start a new life, without pain, without fear. But with… what? What did he have besides this god-awful place with its white walls and horrible, horrible food?

"Check."

Dominic's head snapped up sharply at the playful voice. He scowled as Reid snickered at him, already confident in his win.

Damn you, over-confident genius prodigies.

Dominic quickly analyzed the chessboard, noting the positions of his knight, bishop, and queen. And slowly, slowly he began to smile.

"I will win in five moves," he announced as Reid frowned, raising his eyebrows just slightly. And then, Reid glanced at the board, and his eyes widened. With an almost final motion, he flicked his king to the side so that it rolled on the table before dropping to the floor.

"Congratulations," he chuckled genially, stretching his arms over his head. "I haven't played such an amusing chess game since I lost spectacularly to my former boss."

"Sounds… amusing."

This was how they normally spent their days. Up at dawn. A light breakfast of toast and orange juice, some schizo meds on the side. Physical activity until lunch. Chess games until dinner. Books until bed.

It was monochromatic. Dull, sure. But it was comforting to be free of disorder, of the chaos of the outside world. The two weren't sure if they welcomed it or resented it.

"We're leaving today, Dr. Reid," Dominic noted, his tone as trivial as if he were commenting about the colour of his shirt. The agent ran his fingers to his once-again-hacked-off hair, contemplating his answer.

"It'll be weird leaving here, eh?" the boy continued. Reid nodded almost to himself.

"It'll be… refreshing, I suppose," he agreed. "I'll miss not being treated like a child, though."

Dominic made a face, playing with the frayed hem of his shirt. He heard Reid's lighthearted chuckle, something that had been so rare before they had come to the hospital.

"What'll you do… after we leave?" Dominic questioned in an undertone. It was something that the both of them had contemplated frequently, yet neither of them had ever made a decision. It was now or never though, and it seemed that the time was now.

Reid sighed. "I'm not sure," he admitted, colouring a bit with something akin to shame.

"I'm sure they'll take you back at the FBI," Dominic said, now rolling one of the chess pieces in his fingers. Reid couldn't help but notice that the penetrating green eyes were no longer flickering, but focusing solely on their owner's hand. The agent smiled, noting to praise the doctors for their excellent help later. After a while, he shrugged.

"I'm not so sure, though. I'll probably take up something else, like teaching. What FBI agent has been known to have a severe case of schizophrenia?"

For a while it was quiet except for the soft clicking of the wooden chess pieces as they set up the board again.

"What do you plan on doing, Dominic?" Reid asked, moving his pawn forward two spaces to start the game. It was the boy's turn to shrug.

"What person would want a schizophrenic former serial killer working under him?" he countered in a bored sort of tone, moving his bishop forward two squares diagonally. They continued to move their pieces, their strategies as careful and precise as a politician's word. Their dance finally ended when Dominic managed to pin Reid's king once again.

"Check," the boy murmured softly, then smiled. "If only life were as simple as a chess game."

Reid nodded in agreement. "Then you'd be quite a winner, eh?" he chuckled, then frowned as he saw a nurse walking toward them. She was looking quite happy – a good sign.

"You two are all set to leave!" she said cheerfully, coming to a stop in front of them. She noticed Reid's overturned king and a pile of chess pieces on the floor. "It seems like I came at just the right time."

Reid laughed and stood up, staggering a bit with his heavy luggage. "Ready to go, Dominic?" he asked the boy, who was already making his way out of the room, the wheels of his suitcase clicking rhythmically across the linoleum floor. It was as much an answer as anything.

Meanwhile, the nurse began listing things off the top of her head, warning the soon-to-be-former patients. "Remember to take your medicine twice a day with food, and don't do any strenuous physical activity for a few weeks… Oh, and you shouldn't eat anything too heavy either, and make sure your stress levels are minimal…"

Dominic flashed a grin at the nurse. "Don't worry ma'am, we'll be fine. You shouldn't expect us back here except for friendly visits." He winked, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks.

The boy and the agent walked out of the hospital, almost mirror images of each other from behind. They didn't care what they were going to do or where they were going, but to them it was fine not to know. All they hoped was that it was going to be beautiful.

Sara: And there it is! The end! Denouement! Finale! Whatever you want to call it :) Again, thank you so much guys for reading. We hope to see you soon!