Always…

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Chapter Twelve

When Lisa woke the following morning, Jonathan Crane was in her bedroom, packing up her belongings. What the hell was going on?

"Good morning," he said pleasantly, turning his head to smile at her.

"Jonathan, what… what are you doing?"

"Packing. We're leaving shortly. I've got to head back sooner than I planned."

"But…" she started to protest.

"Lisa, I'm sorry, but I can better treat you in Gotham. I just want to help you."

Why then did she suddenly doubt him? He was helping her. He would not be making her move if he was not trying to help her. She sighed and slowly got out of the comfortable bed. Thankfully, he was almost finished packing for her.

How does he even know what to pack? She wondered. Lisa had no clue and really did not want to know.

"What can I do to help?" she asked as she watched him rapidly pack her clothes.

"Hmm, I've got everything together here, so if you could just get dressed and be prepared to leave then we should be fine." Jonathan said as he smiled at her in some unnerving way, which seemed almost false.

Lisa nodded and returned the smile hesitantly. She grabbed a cozy outfit and slipped into the adjoining bathroom. Jonathan had yet to pack up the supplies in the bathroom. Her fingertips traveled along the marble sink top and she came across Jackson's meager belongings. She had been unable to throw any of his stuff away, despite knowing that it no longer had a place or purpose.

His cologne, aftershave, shaving supplies, and a toothbrush lay beside the sink in neat little rows. She tentatively picked up his comb that he used for his long hair, which still had a strand or two of dark hair remaining. Jackson had always liked to keep everything in order. She could remember teasing him about having a touch of OCD. He would always deny it, but she knew now after everything that OCD was the very least of Jackson's many and varied problems.

A deep sigh escaped her. How could she leave all of this behind? This house was filled with his presence and both good and bad memories of him. Did she really want to forget about him and go with Jonathan? Lisa knew that she wanted him to stop hurting her, but did that mean that she was willing to forget him completely?

Lisa slipped into the stretchy jeans and loose top. She could not leave Jackson behind, could she?

Still unsure, she returned to her bedroom, where Jonathan was fighting with the zipper on a suitcase. Her green eyes flicked to the closet as she saw that one side was completely bare, yet all of Jackson's clothes were still hanging. It seemed as if any moment he would walk through the door and give her a hug and kiss her. The world would be right once more.

"Lisa, what are you doing?" Crane inquired as she pulled a pinstriped suit jacket from a hanger in the closet. She held the fabric close to her face, breathing in the scent of Jackson.

"I can't leave," Lisa told him, shaking her head sadly. She felt badly because he had gone to an extraordinary amount of trouble to pack for her. "I'm sorry, but I just can't."

Jonathan was at her side in a flash. "Lisa, you have to come. You need treatment. I'm worried about you."

"I can't leave Jackson," she whispered.

"Jackson's dead. You killed him. He's not coming back, no matter what you do. Think about your baby, Lisa."

"I won't leave!" Lisa cried, stepping away from Jonathan. She had to stay there! He was lying! Jackson was still alive! He would be home any moment now and he would be upset if she was gone.

"Lisa, as your doctor, I'm ordering you to leave. This is for your own good." He grabbed her arms, ripping Jackson's coat from her grasp, as he stared down at her; his blue eyes were cold and filled with malice.

"I can't leave! I won't leave! Jackson will be mad!" she protested, fighting his strong grip.

Jonathan shook her lightly, trying not to injury her or the baby she was carrying but he desperately needed her to come with him.

"Jackson's dead, Lisa. He's haunting you. He wants to hurt the baby."

"No! Stop lying to me!"

Lisa ripped her arms free and dashed away from Jonathan. She pulled her .45 out from under the pillow as she passed the bed and headed into the hallway. He was scaring her now.

"Lisa!" Jonathan called after her, his footsteps echoing on the floor as he ran. She started trembling.

His lanky frame was in front of the window. She could hear Jackson's voice in her head.

"Gonna hit my heart next, Lisa? The heart that constantly thinks of you?" he teased, his melodic voice echoing.

Blood, she could see blood seeping into the floor. She could hear gunshots. The crackling of glass as the window shattered.

"Lisa, please, put the gun down." Jonathan was speaking to her.

Jonathan…or was he Jackson?

Cold eyes, frozen in death's icy grip. A broken neck. Blood on the stone patio. Jackson…Jackson was dead.

She had killed him, just like Jonathan had said. Right there, in front of the window where Jonathan now stood. She had killed him on that very spot.

The gun clattered to the floor and she began to sob. Jonathan rushed to her side and she buried her face into his shirt. He stroked her back in an attempt to soothe her. Her fingers dug into the soft material of his clothes.

"Ssh, it's okay now," he said calmly. "Everything's fine now, Lisa."

"Please, don't ever leave me, Jonathan. Please take me with you! I can't stay here!"

Author's Notes:

I originally had a more violent fight planned, but then I remembered that Lisa's six months pregnant and can't do as much fighting as she normally would have done. She was more likely to flee and turn the tables that get physical for fear of harming the baby or just plain because she can't. Her mind's really gone. Enjoy and major thanks to emptyvoices for helping out! Happy Easter everyone!