Title: Melly and CrazyKid: The VA's two youngest patients/horrors 6/10
Author: Murdock's Crazylady and Retard Mel, Now Susie and Red also
Rated: G for now..

Archive: Yes, with a comment card

Summary: CK and Melly are seperated

Warning: Torment to all patients, including the real team, whom is running this VA, and to all clones (but mostly Face and Hannibal, hehe)
Disclaimer: I don't own the team. Not that I wouldn't mind having Dwight for a big brother though, I do own CrazyKid and Melly, they are my true child side, and Melly is a true friend of mine. He knows about this story, and is helping me write it. I sorta own Sky, but Susie owns half too, since it's loosely based on her as a kid.
Copyright: 2001 Murdock's CrazyLady (MCL) and Retard Mel (RM)
Author's notes :
PLEASE send comments. This is my first story of this nature. I know there isn't a real childrens ward at the VA, but in my version, there is. Please bare in mind that this is a fun story and that I am in no way normal..er, I mean well...just read it!! (please?!)







Movin' on out







When Hannibal came back to W-47, he brought BA with him. Worf had been sent to deal with Mel. Hannibal walked in with BA and as CK watched, had BA take out her entire computer, desk, phone and all. CK watched miserably, but not tearfully. To her, the thought of Melly being okay was all she needed.



Then after BA was done taking the compy, Hannibal had him take out the rest of my stuff! "Whoa, Hannibal, where are you taking her stuff?" Murdock asked as BA opened CK's dresser and took an arm load of clothes out, and carried it off.



"She will be living across the hall from me now. I want to be able to keep an eye on her. If she follows the rules, then she will be back sooner. Don't worry captain, it's for her own good." Hannibal said, and Murdock slowly nodded his head and sighed.



Murdock didn't protest, he'd come from the same set of weird parents as I had, and his memories of those days told him to be quiet and do as Hannibal said. Hannibal gave Murdock a squeeze on his shoulder and told himself he could never hurt CK, but he couldn't let her late nights, pranks or anything else continue either.



Hannibal turned his head and looked at a wide eyed CK. "Are you going to come on your own, or should I have BA carry you?" Hannibal asked. CK ignored him, and stared ahead.



"Fine. BA." Hannibal said and BA came in and picked CK up. As he carried her off, she waved a slow wave to Face and Murdock. "C-Ya Yater." CK said just before she disappeared around the corner.



Dispite BA was carrying her, when he knew she didn't want to go, CK still trusted him. He was just doing his job, like Hannibal, except for Hannibal always did what he said, and BA just usually threatened.



************



Worf meanwhile had moved Mel to W-206, close enough to his own living quarters, where he could watch him as close as Hannibal did CK. As he moved the last of Mel's things out, he threatened Mel with his straight jacket if he decided to leave.



Mel gave him a cocky smile and thought, *Yeah but you gotta catch me first, numbnuts.* Worf sensed his remark, but let it go as he finished disconnecting the computer and removing it, putting it in an unknown place under lock and key with CK's compy.



After Worf came back from putting the compy, he took Mel to his new room and locked the door. Mel sat down on the padded floor in indian style and propped his chin up onto his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. "Well Mel, now what?" He sighed and asked himself aloud.



Mel sat quietly, and thoughts of what he decided they were doing to me ran rampit through his mind. They began to make him angry, and he yelled, "They better not hurt her, OR ELSE!"



***********



BA sat CK down in her new room's floor and she just stood there, looking the floor over. She knew she'd lost all privilages, which included free run of the VA. BA secretly felt sorry for her, and hated it when he closed the door and locked it.



Inside, CK plopped down right where she'd been standing, and thought of what had happened to Melly. She hoped she'd get to see him again, but then she looked around and realized that if it was this bad for her, it must be much worse for him.



CK realized too that her bad dream she'd had when she first met Melly was coming true. She wasn't ever going to see him again, and that thought brought tears to her eyes, and she just sat there, sat there quietly and cried.



10 minutes of crying later, CK looked up at the padded walls and saw her ticket to freedom, or at least a one way trip to see Melly. A square metal air duct, just big enough for her little body to fit through. CK wiped her nose and eyes on her shirt and walked over to her desk. BA had let her keep the desk, but nothing of the computer.



Sniffling, CK opened the drawer and found Face's lock pick. He had a million of em, and this was one CK just happened to take one day along time ago to fix her computer mouse. CK took the pick out of the drawer and climbed up onto the desk.



Holding the pick in her mouth, CK stretched up and felt the screws that held the grate in. A second later, CK knew which one of the picks she'd need and stood normally as she looked for it. "Kay, needed the weird shaped one. Ah, dere you is." CK said first looking and then finding the right one. CK pulled it out and went to work on the screws, there were only 2, one holding up either side.



CK reached over and got the far side screw off, and the grate slid off and swung back and forth. CK had to go down onto her knees to avoid the swinging metal, but soon it stopped and she stood back up.



"Yeah!" CK said softly as she peered into the opening. She immeadiately was quiet, not wanting to get caught by a member of security before she could even get out and help Mel. CK sighed and put the pick she'd used into the pocket of her overalls, and pulled herself up into the dark, dusty air duct.



It was just big enough for CK to crawl through, but it didn't bother her. "I'm comin Melly!" CK asid softly as she crawled on.



********



Melly sat on his floor, rackign his brains. He was trying to figure a way out, just for long enough to see that CK was okay. Then he heard a noise outside and looked up. Worf had come with his dinner.



Mel saw him carry it in and sit it down on his desk, and Mel scowled and looked away. "I ain't hungry. What did you do with CK?" Mel looked back and asked standing up. Worf sat down a coke a cola and looked at Mel.



"She has been seperated from the others just as you have. Colonel Smith didn't give her any different a punishment than you. She also has a guard at her door at all times and has been forbidden to see you." Worf said and Mel turned as white as the walls.



"All that jus cos we, er, I did all them tricks? We don't deserve this! It ain't fair!" Mel replied, getting mad. He took his arm and threw the tray across the room, throwing the food everywhere. "Do as you want, Nothing you say or do will change the Colonel's mind." Worf said unfazed by the show of anger Mel put on. Worf left the toom and relocked the door.



Once Worf was gone, Mel went over and kicked the tray so hard it cracked right down the middle. He plopped down beside it and crossed his arms. He felt like lashing out, like beating his fists against someone or something. He felt so mad, his insides boiled. His only thought of release was to hit and scream at the top of his lungs.



Just before his decision to scream, Worf looked in and realized he was having one of his anger episodes, and he quick got a nurse to come and check him out. When in this state of mind, the only thing Mel knows is anger and fear, and by the time Worf and the nuse got back, he'd been steadily screaming for about 5 minutes.



The nurse followed Worf inside and waited until Worf was able to get a good hold in the thrashing, screaming child long enough to get a seditive in him. The nurse, used to Mel's attacks, was quick at getting him in the hip with the needle, so fast he never even felt it. He stopped kicking and fighting as the sleepy stuff caught up with him.



As Mel lay in the lap of Worf, half asleep and half awake, the nurse pushed the sweaty bangs away from his eyes and softly and gently told him he would be okay now. Mel was then completely out, and Worf picked him up and put him in his bed.



Once he was covered, Worf smiled a little, thinking he'd known what triggered the attack. Worf went over to the door and turned out the light, and before he left, ht silently told Mel he understood.





TBC