Imagine that's all you see.


He'd done it. Edward couldn't believe it but he had actually gotten away with firing the medical examiner.

The man deserved it. Not only had he insulted Edward or been bad at his job, but he had hurt Enigma. Edward's little Enigma and that was unacceptable.

Quite frankly Edward was shocked her held so much protection over a little girl he hardly knew and was still trying to get used to being called, 'Daddy', but he supposed that flesh and blood was all you needed to have a reason to care for someone so small.

If only his father had thought the same way about him.

He shook his head, shouldn't think about him, he had important work to do anyway.

The phobia killer, he'd finally been identified as Gerald Crane. The two Detectives had seen to that and now here Edward was reading over the formula that Doctor Crane was trying to concoct with the use of the fear gland essentially.

Soon he would be explaining it to the Detectives, telling them what Crane was up to and by the looks of things, he was trying to cure himself of fear.

He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice the woman slip in before there was a light knocking against his office door.

"Knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"Eddie, really?" Mist laughed and walked in smirking at him. "You just had to say it?"

Edward looked up at her and grinned. "Couldn't resist. Do you know where jokes come from?"

"Yes. A joke book."

Edward shook his head before he went to speak when Mist held her hand up.

"Or my head. Depending on how intelligent I feel like being. Besides, enough about jokes, you know why I came here," she nodded to the file he was reading. "What's the Phobia Killer up to?"

"Phobia Killer?"

"It's what the papers are calling him. It's kinda cool but, I don't know… it needs to be something more catchy."

"More drama," Edward nodded before he smiled. "The name needs more drama."

"So glad you agree," Mist chuckled before she leaned against the table, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face. "So… what was he up to?"

"Mist…" Edward shook his head. "You know I can't discuss information like that to you."

"Yes… I suppose… especially after recent events… it probably wouldn't go down well. Speaking of," she turned on him and held a serious face. "What were you thinking about getting the medical examiner fired?!"

Edward blinked before he shuffled backwards slightly. "He… he deserved it.. wait… how do you know?"

Mist rolled her eyes. "Edward, please. We had a child together, I'd like to think I know you fairly well."

"He upset Enigma, plus he was bad at his job and he was always very mean to me."

"Those are your reasons?"

"Yes."

Mist was silent and seemed to be judging him before she shook her head. "Edward," she chuckled slightly. "You're adorable when you're being naughty. I mean, hiding body parts in his locker… really?"

"There was nothing else I could of done."

"I believe you."

"Plus… the new medical examiner is very nice, much better then the old one… and she smells nice," Edward grinned slightly.

The woman in front of him rolled her eyes. "Eddie, she already has a boyfriend. Gordon. Speaking of, where is our outstanding cop?"

"He and Detective Bullock will be here soon," Edward held the file up. "So I can explain this to them."

"What is that anyway?"

Edward gave her look and she waved him off.

"Okay, okay. I get it," she smiled before frowning. "Just be careful okay, Edward? I don't want you to be the one fired."

"I won't be," Edward assured before he smiled.

"You haven't heard anything from Sphinx have you?" Mist questioned.

As soon as she said that, Edward's smile fell and he frowned slightly before he shook his head. "She's gone off the radar apparently. Disappeared," Edward looked up at Mist, frowning still. "Do you think she's gone for good or… she's just not active?"

"She's biding her time," Mist shrugged slightly before frowning. "Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. All the news is directed at the Phobia Killer at the moment so… she's probably just waiting for the right moment."

"That's… hardly comforting."

"Edward, when it comes to you, you always want the facts rather then the theories."

At that moment the two Detectives came in, both glared when they saw Mist. Yes she was still on a rough patch with them.

"What are you doing here?" Bullock growled as he glared at her.

Mist bit her lip before she clapped her hands together. "Well, on that angry glare it is time for me to leave," she turned to Edward and smiled. "See ya, Eddie. I'll just nip and pick up Enigma from the file room, you won't have to worry about her for the rest of the day."

"Thank you," Edward called as Mist left the room waving behind her.

As she strolled down the corridor she came to a slight stop at the sight of a woman… who vaguely looked like herself but was slightly older.

The woman looked up at her and smiled. "Ah, you're the famous Mist Terry," she chuckled.

"It seems my reputation proceeds me," Mist smiled. "Who are you?"

"Doctor Leslie Tompkins, the new medical examiner."

"Ah, yes Edward told me about you," Mist smiled.

"Funny, Jim told me about you," Leslie smiled.

Mist bit her lip and rubbed her arm slightly. "Yeah… me and Gordon don't get on so well… but I think that's just general Cop dislike for reporters like myself."

"Jim actually spoke very highly of you," Leslie explained. "He told me that he was actually upset that you were a reporter and not a police officer, said he could use talent like you in the GCPD."

Mist smirked. "Well… do you think he could tell him to say those nice things to my face? He might get lucky if he does."

Leslie laughed slightly before she smiled and pushed some hair out of her face. "I can see why Edward likes you."

"Speaking of my adorable nerd," Mist smiled at the Doctor. "Do you think you'll let him play with the bodies?"

"Play?"

"Ah, wrong wording but ya know what I mean?"

"You mean examine them?"

"Yes."

Leslie shrugged. "I don't see why not."

"Oh thank you, Edward will be happy," Mist shrugged back at Leslie's odd look. "What can I tell you? Edward's got a secret love for the macabre."

Suddenly the two Detectives came running past the two of them, both with determined looks on their faces. Obviously Edward had helped them out with whatever it was they needed help with.

By the looks of things, they were about to catch the Phobia Killer.


They caught him, sorta. They actually shot and killed Gerald Crane, but apparently there was nothing that could be done about that.

Bullock was now dating that woman from the phobics support group and Jim and Leslie were heading out for dinner.

Mist was currently standing in the hospital while Edward looked after Enigma for her.

Her newspaper company wanted an exclusive about the kid, the poor son of the now dead Gerald Crane.

Mist stood and watched though the glass the withering form of Jonathan Crane.

The poor boy seemed to be in a state of terror, he was screaming and thrashing around like his life depended on it, but Mist supposed from his point of view it did.

Her motherly instincts were in over drive though, seeing the boy in so much pain, she wanted to reach out and hold him in her arms, tell him he was safe and nothing was going to get him.

"Sad isn't it?" Mist turned to see a Doctor walking over to her. "That one so young should suffer like this."

"It's sad that anyone has to suffer like this," Mist bit back before she turned to the Doctor. "What's wrong with him?"

"The compound Jonathan's father made has long since left his system but the effects…" the Doctor trailed off and shook his head before he gave Mist a hard look. "They seem to be lingering."

"I can see that Doctor," Mist snarled gesturing to the boy strapped to the hospital bed as he screamed and thrashed around. "How long until this goes away?"

The Doctor sighed and looked down at the floor, pocketing his hands in the process. "That's the thing. We're not sure that it ever will."

Mist felt like her heart stopped and she stared at the Doctor opening her mouth slightly before closing it and then opening it again. "What?"

The Doctor sighed and looked over at the boy, as did Mist. "Imagine the thing you fear most in the world," the Doctor explained. "Imagine that's all you see… every waking hour."

He turned and walked off as Mist still stood there and watched the boy in front of her.

Jonathan didn't deserve this, he sounded like a very nice young boy before his father flew over the coockoos nest as it were.

Of course, she didn't realise it then, but how could she? When so far into the future she would meet Jonathan Crane again and all her pity and empathy for the boy would vanish in a flash, simply because of the monster he would eventually become.

True, the images he was seeing gave him a reason or did they give him excuse, for in later life to kill people and blame it on his father, did it give him and excuse to be the way he would be?

She wouldn't know until later life when she would meet the boy under a different name.

Mist Terry, would meet Jonathan Crane once more and hate him for the rest of her life, but she would call him something different then, something that he was ironically seeing every waking hour.

Scarecrow.

T.B.C:


Note: Okay I know I have loads to catch up on but basically this story dried up for me for a very long time, but now I'm back and I will be trying my hardest to catch up and become up to date.

Sorry it's taken so long. :(