Disclaimer: I don't own Dark City, I don't own Schreber. I do own Trinity but you may use her if you wish, just mail me or something so I can see what you do with her.
Authers Note:
AAAAIIII!! I'm so so so so so so so so VERY sorry for the lack up updates, I suck. And on top of it, when I do decide to update, it's damned short and sucks. Me sowy. I'll get you another, nice pretty chap soon.
There's a new character for all you in this chap. I wont go into much detail so I don't spoil it for you, just don't be surprised by a new face. So far this fic has been nothing but Schreber and Trinity and I thought I should throw in someone else for viriaty nd next thing you know, the story takes a whole new turn. Hope you like.
Also, theres not much Schreber in here but My next chap will make up for it, I promiss.
To all My Reviewers:
Kellifer Monkey:
Thank you so much. I try so hard to develope My characters good and useualy it sucks, along witht he story development. I'm sorry for the hard to read spots, My grammar sucks ass.
Lea Of Mirkwood:
Here you go!
Lady-Appelby:
Yes, Dr. Schreber was a very wonderful character (And acted out perfectly by Mr. Sutherland) and it pissed Me off that he didn't get a better ending. Not to worry, he will get a good ending with Me ;-)
OK! On with the fic!!!
She found herself sitting at the windowsill again, her arms wrapped around one another in a self embrace as her pale green eyes watched the sun begin to rise above the distant horizon. Absently a hand rose and brushed past her lips and her mind went back into it's tangent of thoughts. What had happened anyway? First second they were kissing, the second...
Trinity sighed and shook her head. She didn't want to think on it. Whatever had happened, it was her fault, just like everything else was. Always her fault, she had come to live with that. It was her fault she couldn't remember who she was, it was her fault Darren died, it was her fault Schreber had weirded out and left her alone in the pool.
That didn't help the squirming and tossing feeling that made her stomach feel like a pit of venomous snakes. Or the single teardrop that fell down her cheek, although she didn't notice it.
Over and over it played in her head and she couldn't stop it, no matter how desperately she pleaded with herself, or how hard she shook her head.
ISchreber had wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to the warmth of his body in the water as it keep grew warmer. Her right hand rested on his shoulder, the other gently running through his blonde hair. Time had escaped her frame of mind and for all she knew, they could have been there like that for half an hour. Maybe even an Earth Age. When he finally parted for air he smiled at her and ran his fingers along her cheek. Funny how that little caress had turned her insides to pudding. He again pressed his lips to her and whispered into her ear to stay where she was, he'd be right back. He left the pool and she waited, one of the few joy filled grins she could recall crawling over her lips. She waited until the clicking of a nearby clock began to pound into her head like a hammer and nail. The water of the pool by then felt freezing and she could already feel the first fleeting squirms of snakes in the bottom of her stomach. She crawled out of the pool and looked around the building, calling Schreber's name. She finally got to the entrance and saw Schreber's car was gone. He had left/I
He had left...Why, she didn't know, but she was sure it was her fault. That had been four days ago, and she had not went to him for her appointments, and she was sure that's how he wanted it.
Sighing, she left her bed and walked to the door. She stopped when her hand reached the cold silver of the knob, blinking. What did she have to do out there? Although, what did she have to do in here? Why did she want to go outside anyway? Its not like she had a pressing appointment at the crack of dawn...Or at any time, for that matter. What kept her from just sitting here and rotting? Maybe that would be the best way out of this topsy-turvery hell. Just sit and give up and wait for a way out.
Trinity shook her head. She may not know much about herself, but she did know that she did NOT give up. Turning the knob she walked out into the hallway of the little motel and went down to the lobby. She was not giving up, and no mortal or immortal was going to make her want to either.
Another book flew through the air and clanked against the wooden floor of his office, soon followed by a 6th and 7nth. What the hell had happened with him?, he wondered. One moment he was pulling a bottle of brandy from under his seat, the next he was laying unconscious in the entrance way of his apartment. His car was outside the window and he hadn't been robed, and he could fine no evidence of being psychically hurt. But, however, his mind felt wrong, somewhat...Dazed. And nothing in any of his books or personal research could supply any answers.
He could only imagine how Trinity felt. God knows how long she sat there in that pool waiting for him. His darting eyes, closed tightly as he again imagined the look on her face when she realized he iwasn't/i coming back. He couldn't summon the nerve inside him to go to her and explain what happened. Would she even believe him? He thought not. He himself could hardly believe what happened, hence why he was tearing through all his books. A shiver went up his poor back as his eyes traveled across the room to where he had awoke. Why? That question that tormented him and all humans. Why?
The merry sound of Trinity's laughter rang through his head. A wide smile on her face and joy in her eyes and a bittersweet smile crept across his lips. He remembered the sound of that laughter and how utterly beautiful it had been as though it was just yesterday she had came through the door, soaking wet with her hair and clothing clinging to her figure and her eyes merry.
He wondered if he'd ever hear that sound again as he flopped against the back of his chair and ran his hands through his blonde hair. Would anyone ever hear that sound? He didn't know. For the moment, the only thing he knew was that his plans to help her retrieve what memory she had locked away in her head was all but gone, because he had gave in to the unknown and screwed up. All Trinity knew is that he had left her there, alone, waiting and cold and why wouldn't she not believe his cause? he had undermined his own good will.
He had failed again, he thought as he began to again run his hands through his hair but instead cupped his face in his palms and shuddered.
"Damned rain" Trinity growled under her breath as she lowered her head against the falling drops as the clouds above began to spill their supply of rain for the day. Didn't it ever NOT rain in this city? She walked under the awning of the coffee shop and sat at her useual table.
"No coffee, thanks though" she said to the owner as he began to fetch a cup. He regarded her with an raised eyebrow before going back to his work, shrugging. It was none of his businesses, he concluded, and he wouldn't poke his nose in where it wasn't wanted.
Trinity placed her legs upon the table and looked out at the passing traffic and falling raindrops. She felt somewhat better now that she was away from her room and it's confining walls, in the sunlight (gray or not) but her stomach still felt like a pit of snakes, and she doubted caffeine would agree with it at the moment. Or anything, for that matter. She didn't like to eat anyway, food made her sick.
Absently, a hand rose to her mangled ear and rubed at the flesh behind it where yet another scar rested.
"May I sit here?" A gentle voice asked, shaking Trinity from her daze, causing her to jump slightly. She looked up and saw a man who stood a few inches taller than her own 5'7 with large expressive, slightly electric blue eyes and a head of curly hair that hung limp at his jawbones that, if dry, would have been very wild. He had a nice face and pleasant grin fitted onto his lips, a blonde eyebrow raised in question. Trinity looked about the place and saw that the cafe was surprisingly full. Smiling up at the man as she took her legs from the table top she nodded and he sat, thanking her. She inspected him a little further as she realized he spoke with a extremely slight lisp, although hard to notice, and had a nervous mannerism that showed through his eyes. All in all, he appeared to be a mild mannered book keeper or Librarian who was in his early thirties.
"My names Jim Caldwell" he said and extended his hand for Trinity to shake.
"Trinity Butler" she replied as she shook his hand, surprised at the firmness of the grip. Not hard, just firm.
"Lovely weather, wouldn't you say?" Trinity chuckled as the man leaned over and tried to squeeze some of the rain from his drenched blonde locks.
"Oh yes, lovely" he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he rose back up. Coffee was set in front of the man and he looked up and thanked the owner by name. Trinity's gray eyebrow rose at this and looked at the fat man in a white apron as he turned his back and walked from the table.
"I've been coming here for a while" Jim spoke as he saw the expression on Trinity's face. "I've noticed you here a lot as well. I guess it was only a matter of time before we met". Trinity nodded in agreement as her trademark grin slipped across her lips.
They chatted for a while on various subjects, like the weather of the city and whatnot. Trinity didn't feel very talkative but for the sake of making company to the man she tried, feeling awkward. At the moment they was in between a pause and Jim was sipping at his coffee and Trinity was watching the rain fall, her head tilted to the side. The clock in the cafe struck three and she felt her heart pang with each chime. The melancholy that had somewhat raised since Jim's appearance settled back down into her emotions as her mind ventured back but a week ago when she had been walking through the sun filled streets to Schreber's office. Schreber...Daniel Schreber. Her soul ached at the very thought of his name. Her heart felt somewhat...Broken? yes. That was exactly it. Broken in two. She had given in and now she was coping with yet another feeling she didn't care for.
"You do that a lot" Jim's voice floated to her and she blinked, turning her head to see the blonde was regarding her with his head tilted to the side slightly, his eyes thoughtful.
"Do what?" She asked, bewittled.
"Stare out at the rain like that with your eyes distant. Sit there for hours at a time, letting your coffee grow cold, thinking. People who do that tend to have a lot on their mind" Jim said, perking her head back to it's regular position and sipping at his own coffee, regarding her over the rim of the cup.
"You watch me?" Trinity asked. She was surprised that anyone would even take notice of her presences here.
"I can't really help myself, really. There's something about you that's so interesting and it draws me to observe you. Especially when you go into one of your phases where you don't even move" Jim said as he shrugged.
"You sound like a Psychiatrist" she replied. And he did. There was something in his tone that reminded her a lot of Schreber.
"Well, actually, I am" the blonde replied then chuckled as he saw Trinity's eyebrow go up.
"I know, I don't seem the type. Looks can be deceiving though" he chuckled. Trinity nodded.
"If I may pry, you usually leave here before three o'clock on Sundays. Why the change today?".
"I usually have a appointment to attend" Trinity said absently, then grinned, "with my Psychiatrist". She caught the man off guard and he laughed for a moment then calmed.
"How Ironic...If I may again pry, why are you not there now?". Trinity looked at him for a moment, amazed that he didn't shy away form her when learning that she was seeing a shrink. For all he knew she was very unstable and could snap at any moment. Although, on the other hand, he was a shrink and probably had diagnosed her a long time ago as being normal...Somewhat.
"Good question" she said at length, not locking eyes with him. He nodded.
"I'm sorry for being so nosey, my apologies".
"No need to be" Trinity said quickly, afraid she offended the man. "my doctor and I had somewhat of a falling out, you could say". They again fell into a silence, although Trinity didn't look back out into the falling rain. Jim Caldwell interested her somehow, now that she thought on it. His mannerism and characteristics, and perhaps also the fact that he was a Psychiatrist.
'Or' a little voice in her head chimed up, "Maybe it's the blonde hair and blue eyes. So much like Daniel's, wouldn't you say?'. Trinity shook her head to silence the voice and shuddered inside. Maybe it was a fad for shrinks to be blonde with blue eyes.
"May I ask another question?" Jim asked timidly as he placed his now empty cup back on the table and crossed his legs.
"Ask away" Trinity said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"What was you being treated for? You seem to be perfectly normal to me aside from your broodyness". Trinity grinned, she was right, he had been analyzing her.
"my memory" she said, tapping her temple with a forefinger. "Its, as yo would say, AWOL".
"Amnesia?"
"A rare form according to my former doctor" Trinity answered, again feeling her heart pang at the word "Former".
"Would you mind telling me what you told your Doctor?" Jim asked, smiling at the man who refilled his cup for him. Trinity agreed and ordered a cup of coffee for herself and began from the beginning. About her childhood and the things she had done, all the time describing the detail she could remember it in. She left out the part about the card being sent to her on the wind, or even the flash of light and Schreber's face. He had her recite to him all the school-type knowledge she knew and even a few little nursery rhymes. Jim nodded after a length of time and leaned across the table to regard her.
"Is your other doctor still treating you?". Trinity thought for a moment, her mind going through all the memories Schreber and she had made together, the laughs they had shared, and the progress they had made. Most of all, and so bitterly, her mind wondered back to the pool room and how she had crawled out of the pool and saw that Schreber had left. The past four days of emptiness and depression and teardrops.
And the Kiss.
"No, he isn't" she answered, pushing the last thought from her mind.
"If you would be willing to have me treat you, I'd be more than happy to do so. As I've said before, Miss Butler, you interest me. I'd even be willing to treat you for free, if you can't afford it. What do you say?" Jim finally asked, holding out his hand for the second time since they met.
Trinity thought on the matter for about a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, and then took his hand and shook it.
"It would be my pleasure" she answered.
Their hands stayed together for a few seconds then pulled apart. The deal was sealed.
Trinity Butler was no longer a patient of Daniel Schreber's.
Authers Note:
AAAAIIII!! I'm so so so so so so so so VERY sorry for the lack up updates, I suck. And on top of it, when I do decide to update, it's damned short and sucks. Me sowy. I'll get you another, nice pretty chap soon.
There's a new character for all you in this chap. I wont go into much detail so I don't spoil it for you, just don't be surprised by a new face. So far this fic has been nothing but Schreber and Trinity and I thought I should throw in someone else for viriaty nd next thing you know, the story takes a whole new turn. Hope you like.
Also, theres not much Schreber in here but My next chap will make up for it, I promiss.
To all My Reviewers:
Kellifer Monkey:
Thank you so much. I try so hard to develope My characters good and useualy it sucks, along witht he story development. I'm sorry for the hard to read spots, My grammar sucks ass.
Lea Of Mirkwood:
Here you go!
Lady-Appelby:
Yes, Dr. Schreber was a very wonderful character (And acted out perfectly by Mr. Sutherland) and it pissed Me off that he didn't get a better ending. Not to worry, he will get a good ending with Me ;-)
OK! On with the fic!!!
She found herself sitting at the windowsill again, her arms wrapped around one another in a self embrace as her pale green eyes watched the sun begin to rise above the distant horizon. Absently a hand rose and brushed past her lips and her mind went back into it's tangent of thoughts. What had happened anyway? First second they were kissing, the second...
Trinity sighed and shook her head. She didn't want to think on it. Whatever had happened, it was her fault, just like everything else was. Always her fault, she had come to live with that. It was her fault she couldn't remember who she was, it was her fault Darren died, it was her fault Schreber had weirded out and left her alone in the pool.
That didn't help the squirming and tossing feeling that made her stomach feel like a pit of venomous snakes. Or the single teardrop that fell down her cheek, although she didn't notice it.
Over and over it played in her head and she couldn't stop it, no matter how desperately she pleaded with herself, or how hard she shook her head.
ISchreber had wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to the warmth of his body in the water as it keep grew warmer. Her right hand rested on his shoulder, the other gently running through his blonde hair. Time had escaped her frame of mind and for all she knew, they could have been there like that for half an hour. Maybe even an Earth Age. When he finally parted for air he smiled at her and ran his fingers along her cheek. Funny how that little caress had turned her insides to pudding. He again pressed his lips to her and whispered into her ear to stay where she was, he'd be right back. He left the pool and she waited, one of the few joy filled grins she could recall crawling over her lips. She waited until the clicking of a nearby clock began to pound into her head like a hammer and nail. The water of the pool by then felt freezing and she could already feel the first fleeting squirms of snakes in the bottom of her stomach. She crawled out of the pool and looked around the building, calling Schreber's name. She finally got to the entrance and saw Schreber's car was gone. He had left/I
He had left...Why, she didn't know, but she was sure it was her fault. That had been four days ago, and she had not went to him for her appointments, and she was sure that's how he wanted it.
Sighing, she left her bed and walked to the door. She stopped when her hand reached the cold silver of the knob, blinking. What did she have to do out there? Although, what did she have to do in here? Why did she want to go outside anyway? Its not like she had a pressing appointment at the crack of dawn...Or at any time, for that matter. What kept her from just sitting here and rotting? Maybe that would be the best way out of this topsy-turvery hell. Just sit and give up and wait for a way out.
Trinity shook her head. She may not know much about herself, but she did know that she did NOT give up. Turning the knob she walked out into the hallway of the little motel and went down to the lobby. She was not giving up, and no mortal or immortal was going to make her want to either.
Another book flew through the air and clanked against the wooden floor of his office, soon followed by a 6th and 7nth. What the hell had happened with him?, he wondered. One moment he was pulling a bottle of brandy from under his seat, the next he was laying unconscious in the entrance way of his apartment. His car was outside the window and he hadn't been robed, and he could fine no evidence of being psychically hurt. But, however, his mind felt wrong, somewhat...Dazed. And nothing in any of his books or personal research could supply any answers.
He could only imagine how Trinity felt. God knows how long she sat there in that pool waiting for him. His darting eyes, closed tightly as he again imagined the look on her face when she realized he iwasn't/i coming back. He couldn't summon the nerve inside him to go to her and explain what happened. Would she even believe him? He thought not. He himself could hardly believe what happened, hence why he was tearing through all his books. A shiver went up his poor back as his eyes traveled across the room to where he had awoke. Why? That question that tormented him and all humans. Why?
The merry sound of Trinity's laughter rang through his head. A wide smile on her face and joy in her eyes and a bittersweet smile crept across his lips. He remembered the sound of that laughter and how utterly beautiful it had been as though it was just yesterday she had came through the door, soaking wet with her hair and clothing clinging to her figure and her eyes merry.
He wondered if he'd ever hear that sound again as he flopped against the back of his chair and ran his hands through his blonde hair. Would anyone ever hear that sound? He didn't know. For the moment, the only thing he knew was that his plans to help her retrieve what memory she had locked away in her head was all but gone, because he had gave in to the unknown and screwed up. All Trinity knew is that he had left her there, alone, waiting and cold and why wouldn't she not believe his cause? he had undermined his own good will.
He had failed again, he thought as he began to again run his hands through his hair but instead cupped his face in his palms and shuddered.
"Damned rain" Trinity growled under her breath as she lowered her head against the falling drops as the clouds above began to spill their supply of rain for the day. Didn't it ever NOT rain in this city? She walked under the awning of the coffee shop and sat at her useual table.
"No coffee, thanks though" she said to the owner as he began to fetch a cup. He regarded her with an raised eyebrow before going back to his work, shrugging. It was none of his businesses, he concluded, and he wouldn't poke his nose in where it wasn't wanted.
Trinity placed her legs upon the table and looked out at the passing traffic and falling raindrops. She felt somewhat better now that she was away from her room and it's confining walls, in the sunlight (gray or not) but her stomach still felt like a pit of snakes, and she doubted caffeine would agree with it at the moment. Or anything, for that matter. She didn't like to eat anyway, food made her sick.
Absently, a hand rose to her mangled ear and rubed at the flesh behind it where yet another scar rested.
"May I sit here?" A gentle voice asked, shaking Trinity from her daze, causing her to jump slightly. She looked up and saw a man who stood a few inches taller than her own 5'7 with large expressive, slightly electric blue eyes and a head of curly hair that hung limp at his jawbones that, if dry, would have been very wild. He had a nice face and pleasant grin fitted onto his lips, a blonde eyebrow raised in question. Trinity looked about the place and saw that the cafe was surprisingly full. Smiling up at the man as she took her legs from the table top she nodded and he sat, thanking her. She inspected him a little further as she realized he spoke with a extremely slight lisp, although hard to notice, and had a nervous mannerism that showed through his eyes. All in all, he appeared to be a mild mannered book keeper or Librarian who was in his early thirties.
"My names Jim Caldwell" he said and extended his hand for Trinity to shake.
"Trinity Butler" she replied as she shook his hand, surprised at the firmness of the grip. Not hard, just firm.
"Lovely weather, wouldn't you say?" Trinity chuckled as the man leaned over and tried to squeeze some of the rain from his drenched blonde locks.
"Oh yes, lovely" he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he rose back up. Coffee was set in front of the man and he looked up and thanked the owner by name. Trinity's gray eyebrow rose at this and looked at the fat man in a white apron as he turned his back and walked from the table.
"I've been coming here for a while" Jim spoke as he saw the expression on Trinity's face. "I've noticed you here a lot as well. I guess it was only a matter of time before we met". Trinity nodded in agreement as her trademark grin slipped across her lips.
They chatted for a while on various subjects, like the weather of the city and whatnot. Trinity didn't feel very talkative but for the sake of making company to the man she tried, feeling awkward. At the moment they was in between a pause and Jim was sipping at his coffee and Trinity was watching the rain fall, her head tilted to the side. The clock in the cafe struck three and she felt her heart pang with each chime. The melancholy that had somewhat raised since Jim's appearance settled back down into her emotions as her mind ventured back but a week ago when she had been walking through the sun filled streets to Schreber's office. Schreber...Daniel Schreber. Her soul ached at the very thought of his name. Her heart felt somewhat...Broken? yes. That was exactly it. Broken in two. She had given in and now she was coping with yet another feeling she didn't care for.
"You do that a lot" Jim's voice floated to her and she blinked, turning her head to see the blonde was regarding her with his head tilted to the side slightly, his eyes thoughtful.
"Do what?" She asked, bewittled.
"Stare out at the rain like that with your eyes distant. Sit there for hours at a time, letting your coffee grow cold, thinking. People who do that tend to have a lot on their mind" Jim said, perking her head back to it's regular position and sipping at his own coffee, regarding her over the rim of the cup.
"You watch me?" Trinity asked. She was surprised that anyone would even take notice of her presences here.
"I can't really help myself, really. There's something about you that's so interesting and it draws me to observe you. Especially when you go into one of your phases where you don't even move" Jim said as he shrugged.
"You sound like a Psychiatrist" she replied. And he did. There was something in his tone that reminded her a lot of Schreber.
"Well, actually, I am" the blonde replied then chuckled as he saw Trinity's eyebrow go up.
"I know, I don't seem the type. Looks can be deceiving though" he chuckled. Trinity nodded.
"If I may pry, you usually leave here before three o'clock on Sundays. Why the change today?".
"I usually have a appointment to attend" Trinity said absently, then grinned, "with my Psychiatrist". She caught the man off guard and he laughed for a moment then calmed.
"How Ironic...If I may again pry, why are you not there now?". Trinity looked at him for a moment, amazed that he didn't shy away form her when learning that she was seeing a shrink. For all he knew she was very unstable and could snap at any moment. Although, on the other hand, he was a shrink and probably had diagnosed her a long time ago as being normal...Somewhat.
"Good question" she said at length, not locking eyes with him. He nodded.
"I'm sorry for being so nosey, my apologies".
"No need to be" Trinity said quickly, afraid she offended the man. "my doctor and I had somewhat of a falling out, you could say". They again fell into a silence, although Trinity didn't look back out into the falling rain. Jim Caldwell interested her somehow, now that she thought on it. His mannerism and characteristics, and perhaps also the fact that he was a Psychiatrist.
'Or' a little voice in her head chimed up, "Maybe it's the blonde hair and blue eyes. So much like Daniel's, wouldn't you say?'. Trinity shook her head to silence the voice and shuddered inside. Maybe it was a fad for shrinks to be blonde with blue eyes.
"May I ask another question?" Jim asked timidly as he placed his now empty cup back on the table and crossed his legs.
"Ask away" Trinity said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"What was you being treated for? You seem to be perfectly normal to me aside from your broodyness". Trinity grinned, she was right, he had been analyzing her.
"my memory" she said, tapping her temple with a forefinger. "Its, as yo would say, AWOL".
"Amnesia?"
"A rare form according to my former doctor" Trinity answered, again feeling her heart pang at the word "Former".
"Would you mind telling me what you told your Doctor?" Jim asked, smiling at the man who refilled his cup for him. Trinity agreed and ordered a cup of coffee for herself and began from the beginning. About her childhood and the things she had done, all the time describing the detail she could remember it in. She left out the part about the card being sent to her on the wind, or even the flash of light and Schreber's face. He had her recite to him all the school-type knowledge she knew and even a few little nursery rhymes. Jim nodded after a length of time and leaned across the table to regard her.
"Is your other doctor still treating you?". Trinity thought for a moment, her mind going through all the memories Schreber and she had made together, the laughs they had shared, and the progress they had made. Most of all, and so bitterly, her mind wondered back to the pool room and how she had crawled out of the pool and saw that Schreber had left. The past four days of emptiness and depression and teardrops.
And the Kiss.
"No, he isn't" she answered, pushing the last thought from her mind.
"If you would be willing to have me treat you, I'd be more than happy to do so. As I've said before, Miss Butler, you interest me. I'd even be willing to treat you for free, if you can't afford it. What do you say?" Jim finally asked, holding out his hand for the second time since they met.
Trinity thought on the matter for about a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, and then took his hand and shook it.
"It would be my pleasure" she answered.
Their hands stayed together for a few seconds then pulled apart. The deal was sealed.
Trinity Butler was no longer a patient of Daniel Schreber's.