Wings of Destiny

Chapter 3: Unconfidential

Disclaimer: I do not own Shadow of Destiny, and I am making no profit whatsoever by making this story

A/N: Ok, I'm not exactly sure what goes on when police interrogate you, so sorry if it doesn't seem too... convincing. I tried. I also didn't know Margarete's height or Dana's last name, so obviously I just made them up. ^-^;

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

Sirens blared loudly as police cars and an ambulance truck filled the square. Margarete was helped to her feet by two officers, who immediately began asking questions as Eike's body was lifted onto a stretcher and placed in the ambulance.

Margarete stared after the body, now covered by a white sheet, completely ignoring the two men's interrogation. She had no desire whatsoever to recount the night's experience; it was far too painful.

"Ma'am? Ma'am!"

Renewed tears glistened in Margarete's eyes. Why wouldn't they just leave her alone?

"What!" She demanded. Perhaps if she answered their questions, they'd go away.

"Did you know this man?"

Margarete stared at the officer, appalled by the stupidity and obviousness of his question. She bit back a sarcastic remark and nodded, "Yes."

"Can you tell us your name, please?"

"Uh... Margarete Wagner." The other man who had been standing there scribbled something down on his clipboard.

"And can you tell us what happened here?"

Margarete squeezed her eyes shut, forcing out the painful images of Eike's body lying in a pool of blood. Then she looked up at the officer and said, defiantly, "No."

The other man scribbled something on his clipboard again. After finishing, he looked at Margarete's dress, as if for seeing it for the first time, and then whispered to his partner, who nodded.

"Miss Wagner, do you have any I.D. on you?"

"I.... D...?" Margarete repeated cluelessly, staring blankly at the officer.

"Identification." He explained, almost impatiently.

Margarete furrowed her eyebrows questioningly, but answered as best she could. "Well, I'm five feet and four inches tall, brunette, age twenty, and..." But the officer cut her off with his hand.

"Nevermind. Just... do you have you social security card with you?"

This time Margarete was completely off-guard. "My... what?"

"Social security card." He repeated, beckoning a few officers to his side with a wave of his hand. At the sight of a new pair of officers, Margarete became flustered.

"I... uh... no, I... I don't know... what?" Margarete looked around frantically as two guards took her by each elbow and began ushering her to one of the squad cars.

"Don't worry." Explained one of them. "We're just going down to the station for a bit of an investigation."

Margarete had no choice but to sit quietly as they drove off, leaving teams of other officers behind on the scene.

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

"The man was identified as Eike Kusch, age twenty two. He died of a broken neck, and also contained a few shattered ribs." A young man, who continued to type into the keyboard in front of him as he spoke, reported this information to one of the officers that had brought Margarete in."

The officer looked behind him through the office window at Margarete, who sat staring at her feet sullenly, closely governed by the second officer.

"Oh wow." The young man murmured. The officer turned back to face him, leaning on the back of the man's chair.

"What is it, McGuiver?"

"Reports have been filed about a missing woman, Dana Sturdevant, age twenty, last seen with our Mr. Kusch." McGuiver glanced up at the officer, who had a studious look upon his face, and then back to the computer. "She 'vanished' a couple hours before Kusch's death. Apparently, her boss called her, and when he didn't receive an answer, paid a visit to her apartment."

"But no one was there." The officer concluded.

"With the exception of all her belongings."

There was a pause, in which the officer cupped his chin in his fingers and 'hummed thoughtfully. McGuiver watched him expectantly.

"Look up a profile for Ms. Wagner." The officer ordered.

"Yes sir." There was more typing, and then silence as the computer scanned for files. "... There are no existing files for a Margarete Wagner."

"Can you connect her photograph to any profiles?"

McGuiver's fingers flew across the keyboard again, attempting to match a scanned photo with other files.

"Nothing."

The officer stared at the screen for a moment, then straightened and walked out of the Office.

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

Margarete looked up as the officer approached her. "May I go now?" She asked hopefully.

"Not just yet. Now, can you explain to me, Ms. Wagner, why we could not find your profile on our computers?"

Ignoring the fact that she had no idea what a computer was, Margarete smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, well, I haven't been born yet and I... oh..." Margarete placed a hand over her mouth, realizing she had said too much. The officers exchanged glances.

"You mind repeating that?"

Margarete's face flushed as she stammered. "Um... I... uh..." she trailed off with a small, sort of hysterical chuckle.

The officer before her gave his partner a meaningful look, before pulling up a chair in front of Margarete and straddling it backwards.

"And- ah- how exactly did you end up here, if you haven't been born?" He asked politely.

Margarete hesitated. Should she really be telling this man all this? She had already said much more than she meant to, she didn't want to affect the future.

"I promise I won't tell." He persuaded.

Margarete continued to stare at the floor as she told her story.

"A time machine, huh?" The officer had nodded at his partner, who returned with a pair in white uniforms. Margarete had not even noticed that he had left. "So tell me Margarete," The officer continued. "Do you have any family, or anyone that... takes care of you?"

"No." Margarete said quietly. "No one."

"Well, Margarete, these people would like to help you." He said, indicating the strangers.

A plump, middle- aged woman with fading red hair smiled at her and gently touched her shoulder.

"Hello, Ms. Wagner. My name is Doctor Spinnit, and we'd like you to come with us. We're going to take care of you."

Margarete pulled out from under the woman's hand. "Oh, that's all right, I know how to take care of myself." Suddenly Margarete was aware of the situation she was in. "No, really!" She exclaimed, standing up. "I'm quite sane, you really don't have to worry." She made to move towards the door, but one of the officers grabbed her. Margarete struggled. "No! You don't understand! Please, let me go!"

Dr. Spinnit nodded at the other doctor, a tall, gaunt man with a grim and sallow face. He bent down and lifted something from a bag at his feet.

"Really, dear." Dr. Spinnit said in a sweet and girlish voice. "You're really only making this harder for yourself." The man offered her something that resembled a white blanket to Spinnit, who took it. "If you continue to struggle we'll be forced to, well, restrict you. Now," She continued, unfolding it. "Have you ever worn one of these?"

Margarete stopped struggling and stared at the jacket with abhorrence. Even in her time she had seen these, used to render the mad harmless.

Margarete felt the tears coming back. "I'm not mad." She thought. "Oh God, what have I done?"

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

So now Margarete's in the loony bin. ^ - ^ It just keeps getting better and better, huh? No, I'm just kidding. Just so you know, no, Margarete doesn't get placed in one of those rooms with the squishy walls (She's not dangerous), but it would've been fun to play with that, though.