Author's Note

Well, all you have to do is read on and it is finally revealed: the source of Fran's anger. It's pretty simple actually, and I wouldn't be surprised if you guessed. Also, she's NOT pregnant, so don't assume that….

Also, don't complain, but this is a very short chapter. I mean in how much detail do you want me to describe a doctor's visit? Come on. Not that you asked me to describe it at all but…oh well, I'll stop rambling….here you go!

Chapter 9: Fran sees a specialist

After the brief display of friendship following the death of the doppelganger Fran, the real Fran began getting meaner. Not just a little meaner, a LOT meaner.

That evening, when Balthier requested a room with Fran so that they could talk, she got so angry that she once again attempted to sterilize him, telling him that she wasn't some easy whore he could pick up at any time.

When Ashe offered to take the four out for dinner to apologize for mistaking the imposters for her real friends, Fran told her to shove her stupid apology up her ass. Then she proceeded to shove her foot (surrounded, of course, by the 5 inch stiletto heel) up Ashe's ass.

Getting progressively worse, Penelo suggested Fran see an anger management doctor, which she surprisingly agreed to. It just so happened that Penelo knew of a miracle-working doctor right in Rabanastre (how do you think she got so sweet and mellow?).

He lasted 10 minutes before Fran was holding him out the window by his feet, making him beg for his life.

Her anger was bordering on being sadistic. So, Ashe decided it was time to call in a specialist. Dr. Gurr, Obscure Viera Ailment Lover (OVAL).

"Fran, I'd like to run a few tests, if I may." Dr. Gurr approached Fran and quickly shoved a needle into her arm, not bothering to aim lest she swat him away before he got the chance.

"What kinds of tests? I'd like to know what you're doing to me if you don't mind, Dr. Gurr…"

"Just the basic, run of the mill tests such as gonorrhea, SARS, avieran flu, etc. Nothing to be worried about, really."

The doctor proceeded to pump chemicals into and out of Fran's arm like she was a soda machine, causing Fran to wince every once in a while.

After a sufficient amount of Fran's innards had been removed and replaced, the doctor departed for the lab. It only took about twenty minutes for her to decide what it was that was ailing Fran.

"Fran…this is kind of strange, but it seems that you have….well…."

"Well spit it out, idiot. I'm tired of waiting…."

"You have rabies Fran…"

"Rabies? You've got to be joking me…."

"No, you have tested positive for rabies…have you been around any wild animals lately?"

"Just Balthier, but he hasn't bitten me…so…how could I get rabies?"

"Beats me…just take this medication twice a day and you should calm down in about a week."

The doctor handed Fran a bottle of pills with a marked out skull and crossbones that had "Rabies Medication" written on it.

"Are you sure this is the right medication, doctor, it seems that—" Fran was cut off by Dr. Gurr's ushering of her out of the office.

"Thank you for coming Fran. I will bill the palace. Have a nice day!" Dr. Gurr slammed the office door shut, shaking the pictures that surrounded it.