A/N: This isn't a happy one, but it's been stuck in my head for a couple of days. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
The house has been silent for days. You've seen neither your doctor nor the detective. Your only company has been the scrawny fuzz-ball, the little you in his aquarium, and the older man who always stops to give all three of you attention. You know he's a friend of the detective and your doctor and he stops by every morning, making sure you have food and the mutt gets to take a trip outside.
You miss your doctor, and it seems like weeks pass before she finally returns home. She's disheveled and looks as if she hasn't slept in days. There's no smile on her face, no laughter in her eyes, and her voice sounds as cold as that of one of the bodies on her table.
She pats your shell lightly, halfheartedly, like she barely even recognizes that you're there. Water and food are set down for the dog and both you and the little you. She moves into the bedroom and shuts the door. You can't see anything, and the best you can do is listen to her sob through the door.
Something has happened to the detective. Someone has broken your doctor, and broken your family and you're not happy with either. You settle down in front of the bedroom door, lining up face to face with your nemesis, in this, you are family. And you settle for a truce while you guard your doctor against the pain the world has brought.
Thanks for reading!