Down With the Sickness, by Disturbed

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You f****r get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

The Doctors Dum and Dee were feared by almost all who knew them, with the possible exception of the Queen, who feared no-one. Of the two, Doctor Dee was the more frightening, the one that even the Suits avoided when they saw him in the hall. Luckily Dee wasn't seen too often – he rarely left the Truth Room or his own quarters in the same wing.

Russell was the only one who knew the Doctors' history. He was their keeper, a Spade that had been assigned to keep an eye on things and make sure Doctor Dee didn't get too out of hand. The Queen might have had a lack of fear where he was concerned, but she was smart enough to respect the crazy and make sure it was kept in check.

There was no Doctor Dum.

Oh, everyone in the Casino certainly acted as if there were. Whenever Dee referred to his brother, they all just nodded nervously and made sure to address the both of them. They could plainly see that Dee was standing alone, but the pauses when he spoke alerted them to the fact that Dum was supposed to be talking. It was an easy enough charade to play along with once you knew the rules.

The most important rule? Never question Doctor Dee about his fantasy. The last time that had happened, Dee went into a red rage that had cost several Suits and two Diamonds their lives; it had taken weeks to get the blood stains out of the carpet. Russell never, ever forgot that rule.

"Russell," Doctor Dee would say. "Doctor Dum and I…require several floating spiders…the smaller the better."

And Russell would nod to the real doctor and the imaginary doctor, and set out to find whatever it was that was required; sometimes it was a particular Tea, other times something like the highly poisonous floating spiders. The Queen allowed him to have whatever was needed in order to get the job done. And Doctor Dee always got the job done.

Only Russell knew of Doctor Dee's origins, though speculation ran rampant amongst the Diamonds. Some said he'd been born in a house of horrors, rescued from parents who tortured him. Others said he'd been born wrong, or that his mother had consumed too much Tea whilst pregnant. They were all right, to a certain extent. Russell knew that the trauma of Dee's birth and childhood had fractured the man's mind somehow, had caused him to fabricate a brother where there was none. A partner in his insanity.

There were times that he felt very sorry for the mad Doctor, though it would never do to let anyone see that. Particularly the Doctor himself.

"Russell," Doctor Dee said now. "Doctor Dum and I need you…to change our appointments for the day. We've a special one…delivered by the Assassin. We'll need extra time."

"I'll get right on it. Doctor Dee. Doctor Dum." Russell went to make the arrangements, disconcerted as always to see the gleefully maniacal gleam in the Doctor's eye. He pitied whatever poor soul was being brought in. He always did.

AN: This song came on the radio in the car today, and hubby said it would be good for a songfic about the Doctors. While I was listening to it I had the idea of there only being one Doctor originally, and somehow a trauma led to the creation of the second Doctor. Hubby expounded on that, and together we came up with the idea of the imaginary Doctor, which I think is pretty cool and also somehow disturbing.

What do you think?