A/N: Okay not exactly sure where the bunny dredged this up from. Maybe she got into the spices cabinet again. It does strange things to her. Like this.

"Err, Doc?" asked the Grim Reaper nervously eyeing the most likely menstrual therapist who was busily drawing little hangmen on her charts with sadistic pleasure. "Do you think perhaps you should cancel your appointments for the day?"

"NO!!" She cried with her nostrils flaring and crazed eyes gleaming. "I've got patients counting on me! I must not fail! They've got issues! Serious issues! I've got to do something!" She had been getting progressively closer to the Reaper as she continued her rant. By the time she got to her final sentence she had him by the front of his designer robe by Ralph Loren and was shaking him with each word. "Now what sorry piece of meat is next on the list?"

"April O'Neil" said a very, very, very, very, very, very, (you get the point) nervous Grim Reaper.

"Well get her in here!" Dr. Diddly-Doo screeched reaching levels of screech that had never before been screeched.

After the Reaper managed to extract his fingers from where he'd buried them deep inside his ears he pulled out his shiny gay fairy wand and powered it up. A moment later April O'Neil appeared in the cloud of customized dust colors.

April glanced around the office and growled in frustration. "I don't have time for this! I've to so much work to do in my shop! Do you know how many things Casey broke the other day that I have to replace?"

"Too bad missy!" snapped the Doc. "You're got an appointment with me and you're not getting out of it!"

"I didn't make an appointment with you!" said April clenching her hands into fists.

"Well you obviously need it and you've got it!" Dr. Diddly-Doo snapped her own hands tightening so hard that her clip board feared for its inanimate life.

April's eyes started to go a bit crazy. "You put me back right now!"

"NO!"

The Grim Reaper had been watching this conversation progress and getting more and more scared. Are they? No, they couldn't be. Could they? The two ladies suddenly decided to take their verbal sparring match to the physical level and launched themselves at each other with hand open and nail ready to deal out damage. Oh no! They are! They're both menstrual! The Reaper wasn't the brightest radio active fish in the school but even he knew that this was bad beyond bad for his continued life (if death can be alive) so he grabbed his precious fairy wand and ran out the door (remembering to lock and block it behind him) and far far away without looking back. At least until the session was over.

Back in the office…

The office was not a very peaceful place at the moment. The hair was flying, the nails were scratching and the vocabulary was entirely untypeable. Well I'm sure you can imagine the utter destruction, the complete disregard for each other's well being, the wanton desolation of every piece of furniture and breakable items, the screaming, the blood splattered walls (okay fine, so that was a bit exaggerated – but not much). The old dude in the next office over finally had enough and called in a S.W.A.T. team to take care of them.

When the team finally managed to subdue the two ladies (injuries were incurred but their armor saved their lives) they put them in straight jackets for the trip back to prison.

April snarled at the doctor. "This isn't over!"

The doctor glared right back at her. "Of course it isn't! You have a follow up appointment next week!"

Yeah, I'm not sure if I should be laughing or apoligizing for this one. Maybe I'll laugh while apologizing. Anyway the only one left is Mikey. I'm gonna be at Sonshine fest this weekend but it should be up soon after that. If not feel free to come hunting me with sharp objects or projectiles or whatever else you might happen to have with you.