Dark Prospects

A/N: I don't know what I was smoking when I wrote this, but I wish I could find some more. ^_^ Really, this chapter is strange (I had a fever when I was writing it), but it's gets serious (er) later. Remember Bernard is still drugged up now…

GriffinFox: I'm sensing that you feel some anger towards Charlie. Make sure you don't bottle up your feelings…

Mr. Charlie: WHAT? BOTTLE UP… ARE YOU CRAZY? I'LL BE KILLED!

In reply to your other reviews, I had intended to make this fic longer than four more chapters and it might not be as good if I'm rushed…

AngelicOne: Thanks. Who couldn't love vibrating sheep? ^_^

Criminally Insane: As much as you know I… love pointy needles, I don't think I'm that sick just yet.

Chapter 14: Phobic Was Drugged When She Wrote This

When Bernard opened his eyes, he saw fluorescent lights. A large quilt with patterns that looked oddly like sheep was draped over him. Vibrating Sheep of Death!

The elf shook his head. No, they weren't sheep. They were clouds. He had to concentrate if he was going to… Wait, what was he planning to do? All his thoughts were blurring together. Where was everyone anyway?

But then, who was supposed to be here? Where was here? Why did he keep thinking of sheep?

Curtis stared at the Head Elf through the window of the infirmary. He leaned over to Scott and asked worriedly. "You're sure that's Bernard? Because I think that's a possessed goat in a eerily accurate Bernard costume."

Scott had decided to give both Bernard and Noel some time to rest and/or regain some of their sanity and dignity. Or maybe just the sanity part.

Scott gave him a look. "A possessed goat?"

"Hey! It's better than his vibrating sheep!" Curtis defended himself.

"Yes, but Bernard isn't exactly himself right now. You are perfectly normal and you think of things like possessed goats." Scott argued.

Curtis scowled. "So back to my question…"

"Definitely Bernard. No costume is that good. And Noel is acting just as strangely, so something must have happened to both of them."

Curtis pouted. "I don't care if she's his girlfriend. The next time Noel needs saving, I'm going to get her."

Scott laughed.

As if on cue, Noel bounced into the room. "What are your names? My name is Spork!"

Curtis snickered.

Noel thought (or posed in a way that could have been mistaken for thoughtful) for a moment. "I shall call you Lawnmower and Rachel." She decided finally.

Scott and Curtis exchanged glances. Curtis said seriously, "I call 'Lawnmower'. You can be 'Rachel'."

Noel started singing and strode into the infirmary before Scott or Curtis could stop her. "Here come the squirrels, all dressed in… cheese!" She caught sight of Bernard. "Jack! Hi, my name is Spork. But since I love you so much, you may call me Paperclip!"

Bernard stared at her blankly. He knew there was something he was supposed to be doing, but for the life of him he couldn't remember it…

Oh well…

"Hello Paperclip. You're really beautiful for a paperclip."

Noel smiled. "Jack, that's so sweet of you!"

A/N: Anyone scared yet? Yeah, me too, just checking. ^_^