Title: Out in the Rain

Rating: T

AU: Yes

Summary: What awaits us out in the rain…?

Spoilers: Maybe, but sense it's AU

Disclaimer: No.

Author's Note: So, I know this is rather short, but it's what I had planned. I'm sorry if it's not up to par, and I'm more upset that it took so long. I just got swamped by school and writing my Wicked fics. They took over my life. So, without further ado…The end of it all.

The italics are either Alex talking or a flashback or a prescription label.

Dosage

Dr. Derrum was a very meticulous man. His clothes were straight, hair trimmed every month, teeth white, and he made sure to clean up after himself. Since he was such a meticulous man he had come to appreciate the finer things of life-bleach, Amisulpride and the like. He tapped his finger against the orange container and listened to the rattle of pills within it. He smiled.

"And now for some spring cleaning…" His nails tapped out a rhythm on the plastic bottle of pills as he made his way towards the patient halls, and he took one label out of his pocket. Placing it over the true label, he glanced at it before continuing on.

Alex Eames

Antidepressant; 1000mg; take twice/day with food

Underneath Derrum's personal label rested her true dosage: 50mg once per day. He hummed something cheerful as he walked out of his office.

Alex fingered the ends of her copper hair. Lips pursed, she glanced back at the man stretched out on the bed, and he lifted his eyes to her.

"It'll be over soon, Alex." He brushed one hand across her foot and smiled at her. She gently bit her bottom lip. "I won't let him hurt you any more." She pushed her body across the bed towards him. One of her hands found his, and she curled up on top of his chest. "Not these last two months and never again." Alex's arm wrapped around his neck and tightened when a knock sounded through the room.

"Ms. Eames needs her medicine, Robert. Just come open the door; I've got it and some water for her."

Bobby eyed the door. He slid one arms around Alex's waist, and she pressed herself closer to him. A small smile broke through his shock and fear; of these last months only he had gained this honor.

His fingers lingered above her body, and she watched as he stretched out next to her. Bobby's body remained inches away from hers. She glanced up at him through her lashes and the fringe of the sheets, and he gently pulled the sheet from over her face. Alex pressed one hand against the bed; her bones snapped under the light weight. Bobby bit one lip and reached out for her hand. The tips of his fingers touched the crease of fabric in front of her hand, and Alex wiggled her fingers at him. The sheets wrinkled as he pulled his hand away.

"No Alex…"

"You're my protector." No voice left her mouth, but he felt the words echoed in his mind as she stared at him.

"Not like this." She narrowed her eyes. Her small left hand slid across the bed towards his arm. "Alex, don't." She tried to grab his hand, but he forced his body away from her. "Stop it, Alex." She let her hand drop to the bed as he settled on the edge of it. "Good." He closed his eyes. "It's just a bad idea…"

She tackled him to the dark comforter, and her arms tightened around his neck in a vice. Bobby gave up; he pulled her against his chest. Alex nuzzled against his neck. Her lips brushed past his ear.

"Bobby."

"Robert…"

Robert pushed his lithe body up from the bed and glanced around the room. The lightening bolt from the storm struck, and the light from outside lit the shadowy room for a split second. Nothing; everything was bare, or completely useless. He swallowed.

"Just a second." Alex let her body slide from the bed. She forced her body into an alert position. A clash of thunder sound, and she turned her head to the window. Beyond the glass rain hit the ground in torrents. Drops of water hit the window and made their way to the base of the pane. One drop slipped through a crack in the corner of the window and came to rest on the inside glass. Bobby opened the door.

"I thought I'd find the two of you here." He smiled at Alex. "You-" one long finger straightened and pointed at her. "-Need to take your medication for today. We've lowered your dosage since you seem to be doing so well, and you're so close to finally speaking." He bit his tongue when he saw her glance towards Bobby. He turned his eyes back towards the bottle.

Bobby eyed the bottle resting in Derrum's hands. One of the corners shifted slightly, and he caught the sight of white under white-not orange. His eyes widened. Alex watched as he stared at the pills wide eyed and fearful. Her fingers curled up into a fist. Derrum fumbled with the lid.

"Do you want me to do it?" Bobby cast his eyes to the ground. "I like taking care of her." Derrum glanced up at him.

"Of course, of course…" His eyes lingered on Alex's bare legs, and he did not catch the slight waver in Bobby's voice or the hostility behind his eyes. He locked his fingers around the bottle of water. Alex tensed. Her teeth broke the thin skin covering her lip, and she felt the warmth of blood on her lips. "You'll need this of course." He brushed the side of his arm against her own arm when he placed it on the table next to the bed. She shut her eyes.

Bobby's fingers flicked the small label off as he unscrewed the top of the bottle. His eyes darkened. Derrum turned. Bobby raised his eyes towards his doctor.

"It's the wrong dosage, Doctor."

They were found in Bobby's room ten minutes after the alarm went off. Alex's body was curled up against his, and the steady beating of the rain against the roof had lulled her to sleep. Bobby glanced up at the guards when the door opened. Four guards, five nurses and one orderly lingered in the doorway. The nurses led the two patients from the room. The guards stood by the shattered remnants of the window as it continued to rain outside.

On his way out Bobby handed the tiny prescription bottle to the last guard not at the window. He tapped the label.

"Wrong dosage. You'll need to call Detective Lovett." He grabbed Alex's hand. She squeezed his larger hand in response. A nursed held out a towel to Alex, and she closed her fingers around its edge. Draping it around Bobby's shoulders, she let the nurses lead the two of them to the next ward. Alex rolled her shoulder back. Bobby's eyes caught the beginnings of a bruise as she passed under the light, and he glanced down at his own hands. The knuckles of the left were cut and swollen. He smiled.

Bobby dropped the bottle to the ground and he listened to the small clatter it made against the tile. Derrum's fingers clenched.

"It's probably just a small error from typing." He met Bobby's eyes; he growled. "You think that anyone will believe that a doctor tried to kill her? You think that they'll believe the crazy person?" He smiled, and the light that cast a dim glow to his eyes gave him a predatory look. "What could you possible do about it?"

"Show them the pills." Alex moved behind Bobby. Derrum's eyes stayed focused on the larger man in front of him and he failed to notice the waif of a woman sliding across the room behind him. Derrum took a step forward. Bobby's eyes followed him and adjusted to the flashes of light behind him.

"I'm so sorry, Robert, but I can't let you do that." Derrum's fist flew past Bobby's face and Bobby pushed the doctor against the window. Bobby curled his fingers around Derrum's throat.

"I know. Me too." Bobby dropped the doctor, and watched as he smiled.

"I knew you'd see it my way. It's just better this way, Robert."

"You're right; it is." The soft voice caused his head to shoot up. Alex stood before him. He stumbled to his feet. Her shoulder his chest, and the force pushed his lip into his teeth. The glass cracked behind him.

The guards stared down at the ground beneath the window. Shattered glass, blood and rain water mingled on the floor at their feet. One guard used his middle finger as a muffle as he stared down at the battered body of Doctor Jonathan Derrum, and another used the lightening to see past the rain and blood covering the man's broken body. A black eye had formed before death, and one bloody lip highlighted his face where he lay out in the rain.

-End-

Yeah, sorry. That was not my best work, but it's what I needed to do. If anyone wants a sequel feel free to ask. If I can think of one is another thing. As always I want and crave your feedback. So please do any of the following:

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