IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND
Title: If you could read my mind.
Author: Aly.
E-mail: replicaly@yahoo.com.
Rating: G, so far.
Keywords: Declan, Miranda, Claudia, mind reading, psychic abilities.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Declan, Miranda, Peggy or anyone else that has anything to do with Mysterious Ways. Claudia however is mine, but you're all free to use and abuse her. :) Please do not sue me, I am only fifteen and I have no money, because my parents are tight and won't give me an allowance. Lol.
Summary: Declan meets a woman who claims she can read minds. (Sorry, sorry, I know it sounds cliché!)
Note: This is my first ever fan fic, MW or otherwise, so I'm sorry it's not very good! Feedback, however, may help my writing skills. (Hint hint!).
PART ONE
"So you can read minds?" Peggy strummed her fingers against the desk as she sat through her last appointment for that afternoon. She'd heard it all before, of course - mind reading, psychic abilities - some of the most common delusions of all. Twenty-two year old Claudia Mitchell-Munoz was not an unusual case. Suddenly Peggy was alerted to a brief knock at the door, and before she had a chance to motion for him to leave, he burst through the door, a pile of books and newspapers under his arm.
"Hey Peg!" Declan said, giving her an impish grin. "Have you seen my-" At Peggy's look, he shut his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't realise you had a patient."
"Declan. Go." She gave him a hard stare and he left the room quietly.
"I'm very sorry about that, Claudia." she apologized to her patient.
"That's all right, Dr. Fowler." Claudia gave a small laugh.
"Now back to the matter at hand…"
Half an hour later, Declan knocked on Peggy's door and waited for her to let him in.
"Come in, Declan." she sighed.
"Hey Peg, I'm sorry about that. I didn't think you had patients on Friday afternoons."
"This was a special case. You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood." she said. "What can I do for you?"
"I was just wondering if you'd seen my passport. I have to go to a conference next month."
The doctor looked perplexed. "Declan, why would I have your passport?"
He shrugged, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. "I don't know. But I can't afford to get a new one."
"Well Declan, I'll tell you if I see it." Peggy replied, giving him an amused look.
Declan paused for a moment before speaking again. "Peg, I heard your patient say she could read minds. I-"
Peggy gave him a stern glance. "Declan, don't even think about it. My patients have enough to deal with without you convincing them further of their delusions."
"Who ever said I was going to convince her of her delusions?" he replied. "I just want to see if she's for real."
"Declan, don't. Please. Besides, I have a lot of work to do this afternoon, if you don't mind-"
"All right, I get the message." He picked up his books and tucked them under his arm, but not before he snuck a quick glance at the name on the top of the note sheet Peggy was writing on: Claudia Mitchell-Munoz.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Hey Miranda," Declan said, bursting through the door of her lab. "Did you get my messages?"
"All six of them." she confirmed, rolling up the sleeves of her light blue lab coat.
"Did you get a chance to look her up?"
"Not yet. I have to finish these tests, and I have to submit my paper for Professor Waldau-"
"That's okay." he cut in. "When are you finishing up this evening?"
"About six-thirty." she replied.
"Cool. Could you try to look her up when you're done? I'll bring you back a burger."
She gave him a wry half-smile, knowing well that there was little chance of a burger making its way from the fast-food place to her lab, intact. "I won't be holding my breath, Declan."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Miranda, I'm back!" Declan announced, and tossed her a paper bag. "Cheeseburger. Uneaten." He beamed proudly.
Miranda gave him a look that could have almost passed for a smile. "Thanks, Declan." She pulled out the burger and a cardboard container, which still contained two French fries. She popped them both into her mouth.
"See, I even saved you some fries." he grinned. "Did you manage to get a number or address for Claudia?"
Miranda nodded. "Phone number AND address, plus a cell phone number and e-mail address."
"Wow." Declan commented. "Did you call her?"
Miranda just stared at him.
"Don't worry, I'll call her now."
"I doubt she'll be home." Miranda said. "Remember, it's a Friday night. MOST people are out doing things."
"Hey, we're doing things!" Declan objected. "And we even got take-out. How much more Friday-night do you want?" Miranda just rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, Declan had taken the sheet with Claudia's details on it and was punching her number into the keypad of his cell phone. It rang four times before someone picked up.
"Hello?" A soft female voice answered.
"Hi, is this Claudia?" He didn't wait for a response. "This is Declan Dunn, I'm an anthropology professor at Northern University. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment."
"What about?" she replied.
Declan cleared his throat. "I was in, uh, Dr. Fowler's office this afternoon and I heard you say that you were, uh, a mind reader."
Claudia was silent for a moment before replying. "Do you really believe me?"
"Yeah, sure!" he answered. "I've seen plenty of weird stuff in my life. I keep an open mind."
"You know, um, now probably isn't the best time to talk." Claudia said softly. "My parents are over and they don't really like me talking about this sort of thing."
"Uh, okay, sure." Declan replied. "Can I catch up with you sometime?"
"I have classes at the university tomorrow morning. Could we meet at Jo's Diner at twelve o'clock?"
"Sure!" he said enthusiastically. "Do you mind if I bring my assistant?" Miranda glared at him.
"That's fine." Claudia was almost whispering now. "I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sure thing." said Declan, and then hung up. He turned to Miranda. "We're going to meet her tomorrow at Jo's Diner, midday."
"Declan, what makes you think she can actually read minds?" Miranda asked. "Peggy probably sees a dozen patients every week that think they're psychic, most of which are seriously deluded."
"Well we're never going to find out if we don't look into it, are we? Please, Miranda?" At the word 'please', she almost smiled.
"So are you in?" he asked.
Miranda look one look at his somewhat dishevelled clothes and hair and his cute lopsided grin and nodded. "Okay, Declan. Fine."
And then she smiled.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry, I know this is a really rotten place to end part one, but it's all I've written at this stage. I hope to have part two up very soon. :) Also, please give me a quick review to tell me what you think so far!
Title: If you could read my mind.
Author: Aly.
E-mail: replicaly@yahoo.com.
Rating: G, so far.
Keywords: Declan, Miranda, Claudia, mind reading, psychic abilities.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Declan, Miranda, Peggy or anyone else that has anything to do with Mysterious Ways. Claudia however is mine, but you're all free to use and abuse her. :) Please do not sue me, I am only fifteen and I have no money, because my parents are tight and won't give me an allowance. Lol.
Summary: Declan meets a woman who claims she can read minds. (Sorry, sorry, I know it sounds cliché!)
Note: This is my first ever fan fic, MW or otherwise, so I'm sorry it's not very good! Feedback, however, may help my writing skills. (Hint hint!).
PART ONE
"So you can read minds?" Peggy strummed her fingers against the desk as she sat through her last appointment for that afternoon. She'd heard it all before, of course - mind reading, psychic abilities - some of the most common delusions of all. Twenty-two year old Claudia Mitchell-Munoz was not an unusual case. Suddenly Peggy was alerted to a brief knock at the door, and before she had a chance to motion for him to leave, he burst through the door, a pile of books and newspapers under his arm.
"Hey Peg!" Declan said, giving her an impish grin. "Have you seen my-" At Peggy's look, he shut his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't realise you had a patient."
"Declan. Go." She gave him a hard stare and he left the room quietly.
"I'm very sorry about that, Claudia." she apologized to her patient.
"That's all right, Dr. Fowler." Claudia gave a small laugh.
"Now back to the matter at hand…"
Half an hour later, Declan knocked on Peggy's door and waited for her to let him in.
"Come in, Declan." she sighed.
"Hey Peg, I'm sorry about that. I didn't think you had patients on Friday afternoons."
"This was a special case. You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood." she said. "What can I do for you?"
"I was just wondering if you'd seen my passport. I have to go to a conference next month."
The doctor looked perplexed. "Declan, why would I have your passport?"
He shrugged, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. "I don't know. But I can't afford to get a new one."
"Well Declan, I'll tell you if I see it." Peggy replied, giving him an amused look.
Declan paused for a moment before speaking again. "Peg, I heard your patient say she could read minds. I-"
Peggy gave him a stern glance. "Declan, don't even think about it. My patients have enough to deal with without you convincing them further of their delusions."
"Who ever said I was going to convince her of her delusions?" he replied. "I just want to see if she's for real."
"Declan, don't. Please. Besides, I have a lot of work to do this afternoon, if you don't mind-"
"All right, I get the message." He picked up his books and tucked them under his arm, but not before he snuck a quick glance at the name on the top of the note sheet Peggy was writing on: Claudia Mitchell-Munoz.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Hey Miranda," Declan said, bursting through the door of her lab. "Did you get my messages?"
"All six of them." she confirmed, rolling up the sleeves of her light blue lab coat.
"Did you get a chance to look her up?"
"Not yet. I have to finish these tests, and I have to submit my paper for Professor Waldau-"
"That's okay." he cut in. "When are you finishing up this evening?"
"About six-thirty." she replied.
"Cool. Could you try to look her up when you're done? I'll bring you back a burger."
She gave him a wry half-smile, knowing well that there was little chance of a burger making its way from the fast-food place to her lab, intact. "I won't be holding my breath, Declan."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Miranda, I'm back!" Declan announced, and tossed her a paper bag. "Cheeseburger. Uneaten." He beamed proudly.
Miranda gave him a look that could have almost passed for a smile. "Thanks, Declan." She pulled out the burger and a cardboard container, which still contained two French fries. She popped them both into her mouth.
"See, I even saved you some fries." he grinned. "Did you manage to get a number or address for Claudia?"
Miranda nodded. "Phone number AND address, plus a cell phone number and e-mail address."
"Wow." Declan commented. "Did you call her?"
Miranda just stared at him.
"Don't worry, I'll call her now."
"I doubt she'll be home." Miranda said. "Remember, it's a Friday night. MOST people are out doing things."
"Hey, we're doing things!" Declan objected. "And we even got take-out. How much more Friday-night do you want?" Miranda just rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, Declan had taken the sheet with Claudia's details on it and was punching her number into the keypad of his cell phone. It rang four times before someone picked up.
"Hello?" A soft female voice answered.
"Hi, is this Claudia?" He didn't wait for a response. "This is Declan Dunn, I'm an anthropology professor at Northern University. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment."
"What about?" she replied.
Declan cleared his throat. "I was in, uh, Dr. Fowler's office this afternoon and I heard you say that you were, uh, a mind reader."
Claudia was silent for a moment before replying. "Do you really believe me?"
"Yeah, sure!" he answered. "I've seen plenty of weird stuff in my life. I keep an open mind."
"You know, um, now probably isn't the best time to talk." Claudia said softly. "My parents are over and they don't really like me talking about this sort of thing."
"Uh, okay, sure." Declan replied. "Can I catch up with you sometime?"
"I have classes at the university tomorrow morning. Could we meet at Jo's Diner at twelve o'clock?"
"Sure!" he said enthusiastically. "Do you mind if I bring my assistant?" Miranda glared at him.
"That's fine." Claudia was almost whispering now. "I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sure thing." said Declan, and then hung up. He turned to Miranda. "We're going to meet her tomorrow at Jo's Diner, midday."
"Declan, what makes you think she can actually read minds?" Miranda asked. "Peggy probably sees a dozen patients every week that think they're psychic, most of which are seriously deluded."
"Well we're never going to find out if we don't look into it, are we? Please, Miranda?" At the word 'please', she almost smiled.
"So are you in?" he asked.
Miranda look one look at his somewhat dishevelled clothes and hair and his cute lopsided grin and nodded. "Okay, Declan. Fine."
And then she smiled.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry, I know this is a really rotten place to end part one, but it's all I've written at this stage. I hope to have part two up very soon. :) Also, please give me a quick review to tell me what you think so far!
