Plans of a Head Case
Jeanette rushed through the entry way to the hospital. People watched her curiously as she sprinted along the hallways, clumsily attempting to dodge the hospital staff walking to and fro. She actually managed to knock one over when she tripped on her own shoelace. She quickly got back to her feet, apologized and continued on her rush. There was only one thing on her mind, the blue-clad Chipmunk that had claimed her heart. She ran and ran, and her perseverance paid off when she reached room 235. She burst through the door panting and Simon practically jumped out of his bed.
"Hi Simon, sorry I'm late" Jeanette wheezed as she approached him. His expression turned from startled to happy.
"That's alright Jeanette. The main thing is that you are here with me now" he said cheerfully and Jeanette could feel her cheeks tingling, but she hoped she could pass off the blush with being puffed. Suddenly she remembered the purpose of her visit.
"Oh, I brought your homework" she said, extending the papers she held in her hands towards him. He accepted them happily.
"Thanks Jeanette. Come and sit with me" he said beckoning her to come closer. Jeanette blushed a little before shyly moving forwards. She climbed up onto the bed and lay down next to him. Simon watched her smiling. She was so delicate and shy. He loved that about her. Simon stuck his hand out and tucked it around her, drawing her closer to him. She blushed even more at the move, but she smiled as she snuggled up to him. He attempted to move his other arm so he could wrap her in a hug; however the sudden shift caused him to flinch in pain as he stretched his back. Jeanette heard him wince and immediately sat up concerned.
"Are you alright Simon?" she asked. In truth, Simon didn't feel much better at all, but he didn't want Jeanette to know that. He remembered just how sad she had been after he had allowed himself to be inflicted with so much pain, and he didn't want her to experience that kind of sadness ever again.
"I'm fine Jeanette, don't worry. I think I just stretched my arm too far that's all" he said casually, but Jeanette could detect it was a lie.
"Please don't lie to me Simon" she said with a hint of annoyance. Simon looked at her and gave a sigh. What was he thinking trying to lie to her? She knew him better than anyone.
"I feel a little better, but not by much. The most I can do so far is sit up a little. The doctors were going to take me in for some tests later" he said. Jeanette gave a sigh, then lowered herself back down until she lay next to him. She snuggled back into his arms and drew close to him. She tried to smile, but she couldn't manage it. Thoughts of what might happen to the blue-clad Chipmunk continued to float around her mind. Simon risked life paralysis. It was such a horrible thing to think about, but she just couldn't shake the thought away. The Chipmunk of her dreams could be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Simon could feel the sadness emanating from her.
"Jeanette what's wrong?" he asked, turning to her as best he could. She looked at him then lowered her gaze. Did he know? Did he know what fate may befall him?
"Simon… do you know what could happen to you?" she asked quietly. She hadn't intended to be so straight forward, but she needed to know. If Simon learned after spending so much time recovering in the hospital, he would be crushed. He needed to know.
"What do you mean, what could happen to me? Is there something wrong with me?" Simon asked worried as he sat up. Jeanette let out a sad sigh as she watched his worried gaze.
"Simon… you suffered nerve damage from the electricity. You could be… paralyzed" she said as warm tears started to build up behind her eyes.
"Paralyzed?" Simon asked, letting the information sink in. Could he really be so badly hurt that he would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life? He looked at her for a moment as the words encircled his mind. Jeanette couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks and she started to cry. Simon didn't know what to do. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him until her head rested on his chest. He searched around, and finally, he found the words he was looking for.
"Jeanette, please listen to me" he said firmly. The sobbing Chipette turned her head so she faced him, but the tears continued to flow.
"Jeanette, I don't care if I am paralyzed" he said. Jeanette almost gasped at his words.
"But… but Simon… you won't ever be able to…" she started, but Simon cut her off.
"I don't care about that Jeanette. I will be sad for a while sure, but legs aren't the only thing to life. I did what I had to do to save my brother and Brittany, and if that means I will end up in a wheelchair, then I don't care. You want to know why Jeanette?" Simon said. Jeanette said nothing, but gave a tiny nod of her head.
"It's because I already have the most important things in my life. I have the love of my family and friends and… and I have you" he said with a smile. Jeanette felt the tears in her eyes slow and halt as she gazed up at him.
"Really Simon?" she asked him. Did he really mean what he said, or was he simply trying to cheer her up.
"Of course Jeanette. You are the most important part of my life. I don't think I could ever imagine it without you" he said, a faint tinge of pink evident on his cheeks. Jeanette didn't respond with words. Instead she moved forward and brought her lips to his in a gentle but passionate kiss. He really considered her the most important part of his life, more important than living his life with the use of his legs. She couldn't explain how much that meant to her. Her heart was so full of happiness, she felt like it would never be able to break ever again.
The two lay together for hours, watching as the sun lowered until an orange gold light flooded over the land. Simon gave Jeanette another squeeze and she sighed in response. She was so happy.
"Hi guys" said a voice. They turned to find that Dave had entered the room.
"Hi Dave, what are you doing here?" Simon asked as his father approached them.
"It's getting a little late so I came to bring Jeanette home" he said, taking a seat in a chair next to the bed.
"Ok then. Jeanette just came to give me my homework and… spend some time with me" Simon said, blushing a little as he finished the sentence. Jeanette noticed and couldn't help but giggle. Dave smiled at them. First it was Eleanor and Theodore and now Jeanette and Simon. It was so nice to see everyone happy.
"Well I hope you both had a good time" he said with a hint of Alvin mischief in his voice. Both chipmunks blushed and Dave gave a chuckle. They were both so shy when it came to their relationship, it was really cute. Suddenly a doctor poked his head in the door.
"Oh Mr. Seville, I didn't realize you were here. This is good, it means we don't need to call you" he said as he entered the room and approached the small group.
"What is it doctor?" Dave asked as he got to his feet.
"Well, we just wanted to let you know that Simon should be strong enough now for the tests, then we can determine whether he will be…" she trailed off, forgetting that the Chipmunk hadn't be informed yet.
"It's alright, you can say it. I may be paralyzed. Jeanette told me" Simon said and Dave and the doctor were both very startled.
"Oh… well… yes, now that you are strong enough, we can test for that. It's good that you know. It means it will be easier to perform the tests as we won't have to try and hide information from you" the doctor said, a little nervously.
"You… seem to be taking this quite well" Dave said, still very startled. He had wanted to hide this from Simon as long as possible. He knew it would have been worse off for him to learn later, but he just couldn't pull himself through to tell him. Simon gave a smile.
"Like I told Jeanette, being able to walk isn't the most important thing in life. For me, that is my family and friends and…" he trailed off, but his squeeze around Jeanette was enough to give away his response and Dave couldn't stop the smile on his face. Jeanette started to blush again and pecked Simon on the cheek.
"That's good to hear. It's not often that we have people who think that way in here, but it is always good to find one. Visiting hours don't end for a few more hours, but we are going to need to start Simon's tests in a moment, so it may be best if you headed out early. By the time Simon gets back you won't have any time to see him anyway" the doctor said and Jeanette and Dave both nodded. Dave moved forward and gave Simon a hug.
"I'll see you tomorrow Simon" he said happily.
"See you then Dave" he replied in the same tone as they broke apart. Now Simon turned his attention to Jeanette.
"I'll see you tomorrow as well" he said with a smile. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a snug squeeze. As they broke apart, Jeanette smiled at him.
"Good bye Simon" she said before pulling him to her and allowing their lips to meet. The kiss only lasted a minute or so, but both of them enjoyed it thoroughly. Every time that their lips met, it was like magic. Dave watched with a smile. Finally the two broke apart and they both blushed.
"Bye Jeanette" Simon said happily as he watched her dismount from his bed.
"Bye Simon" she waved as she and Dave headed out the door. She couldn't wait to see him again; she wanted to spend every moment with him, because he was the most important part of her life too.
"So Brittany, why do you think you are here?" the therapist asked as he straightened his glasses.
"Because I'm being forced to be here" the pink-clad Chipette growled. Brittany and the therapist sat in a windowless room without any furniture, bar the two chairs that they were currently sitting in. As school had ended, Miss Miller had come to pick Brittany up, but instead of taking her home, the sad old woman had taken her daughter to her therapist for her first session. Brittany was not happy. The therapist gave a sigh.
"Brittany, you are here because you have become overly angry and aggressive towards everyone, including your family and friends. Would you agree with that?" he said, indicating for the Chipette to speak. He had to try and get her to admit that she was at fault; otherwise she would just continue to vent all her anger onto everyone else. The Chipette rolled her eyes.
"I suppose so. I don't think there is any problem, but everyone else does. Now can we hurry this up? I want to get out of here as soon as possible" she grumbled. The therapist shook his head.
"Brittany, you are going to be here for a full hour, every day after school. There is no rushing through this alright. You are here to get help. Now, can you try and tell me why you are so angry?" he said.
"I'm angry because you are forcing me to talk about this" she said snidely and the therapist gave another sigh and shook his head.
"Brittany, you are here for help. Please take this seriously" he said in a light pleading tone. After what Miss Miller had described of Brittany's behaviour, this case was more than just a simple anger problem. Brittany was only a few steps from Juvenal hall the way she was going, and he really wanted to make sure that didn't happen. Judging from how she used to be, something must have been troubling her. If he could find it, he could return her to how she used to be and find a way to help her.
"Please Brittany, answer my question. Why are you feeling so angry?" he asked her. The Chipette gave an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes.
"I'm angry for a number of different reasons, but you know what, it doesn't bother me. I like being angry like this. It makes me feel good" she smirked with a sinister hint in her eyes. The therapist was very surprised by this response, but from years of experience, he was able to hide it.
"Why does it make you feel good?" he asked her, very curious. Why would she enjoy getting angry? Even criminals hated the feeling, so why did she?
"I get such a rush when I get angry. I feel like I can do anything. I am getting stronger and faster and whenever I get angry, I can use it all. It feels so good, like I'm happy to be angry" she said, a faint smile forming on her lips as she recounted the rush she had experienced while attacking Simon, Alvin and Jeanette. Now the therapist was getting very worried. What she was recounting were some of the symptoms of insanity.
"So… so you said you are getting faster and stronger. How is that happening?" he asked. Now Brittany was actually starting to enjoy the therapy. She was getting to recount all the fun she had had over the last few days.
"I don't know. I just seem to keep growing more… powerful, every day. I love it. I have never felt so good before" she said cheerfully. The therapist thought about this for a moment. She was enjoying herself discussing this. He needed to witness her anger so he could help her vent it. Then a thought occurred to him.
"Alright Brittany, now can you please discuss your sisters and your friends the Chipmunks for me?" he asked casually, and immediately he noticed her change. Her happy attitude vanished and was replaced by a wave of anger. Her face contorted into an angry scowl and her fists balled up.
"What about them" she hissed.
"Tell me why they make you angry?" the therapist asked, relieved that he was now getting a regular response from the girl.
"Don't get me started on them" she growled and clenched her teeth. The therapist hadn't expected that much anger, but he needed to press on.
"How about you start with your sisters. Why do they make you angry?" he asked.
"Fine then" she spat, "I am angry at those miserable rats for a number of reasons. I'll start with Jeanette. She is a cowardly little twerp who thinks that she can get away with opposing me. I am older then her, and she will do as I say or else" Brittany said menacingly shaking a fists. The therapist waited a moment to see if she would calm, but when she did not, he decided to press onwards anyway. He was restricted to an hour and he was only just starting to make some progress with her.
"Alright, well how about your youngest sister… Eleanor I believe. Why does she make you angry?" he asked. At this Brittany started to grow even angrier. Her cheeks started to tinge red and her knuckles were starting to turn white.
"Oh Eleanor, she is even worse. That little brat tried to take away my rightful place in the school play. She thought she was so great, but she isn't. She is a useless heap of dirt that has no place in acting. I'm just glad I taught her her place and had her removed as the lead. I hope she is at the Chipmunk's house right now in tears. She deserves it the little runt" she glowered, her fists starting to involuntarily shake a little. The therapist was very concerned. Everything Brittany had told him was a complete overreaction. Perhaps if he dug further but brought the anger away from her family.
"Ok then. Well how about we try the Chipmunks. Why do they make you angry?" he asked.
"They are just as bad. Theodore, that pudgy little rat is so stupid and weak, I beat him up easily. He couldn't even lay a finger on me. And Simon that four eyes freak is so irritating. He goes on and on about science and stuff, it drives me insane. Then he goes and tries to defend Jeanette when he has no right to. I don't know why he is in the hospital, but I am glad. When he comes out, I'll be sure to break his legs and send him straight back" she glowered, taking a few breathes to recover from her rant. The therapist pulled out a notebook and jotted down some notes, a worried expression on his face. Everything she had told him was complete overreaction. Her sisters seemed to have done nothing wrong. Eleanor had achieved a large role in the kids school play and Brittany had done something to compromise that. Jeanette stood up to Brittany, possibly for Eleanor herself, and Brittany had apparently done something to her, something bad enough that Simon had to defend her. Simon and Theodore had also done nothing wrong. In fact they hadn't done anything to her from the way she was talking. It seemed she was angry at them for no reason at all. Then the therapist realized, Brittany had forgotten to mention one particular Chipmunk, Alvin, the group's leader.
"Brittany, I'm glad you are letting your anger out here. Now, can you tell me about Alvin please?" he asked. Her response was far worse than he had anticipated. Her face went blood red and her teeth were grinding so hard, he could have sworn he saw sparks shooting out.
"Why do you need to know about him!" she growled and got to her feet, her fist shaking becoming so intense that her whole body was starting to vibrate with rage.
"I… I… I'm just trying to… to understand what is happening… does he make you angry?" the therapist asked, nervousness evident in his voice, despite his experience.
"Alright then!" she hissed and the therapist knew he had made a very big mistake.
"That red capped freak is the one I hate the most! He takes me out to dinner then he praises my rat of a sister over me! Then he has the nerve to confront me after I shut my stupid sisters up. Oh that little rat! Then we play football and he has the nerve to push me before I can tackle him! He deserved that beating I gave him! Then, then he goes and hits me on the head with a cane! Oh I'm glad that I managed to get to him, his brother and my stupid sister. I gave them the biggest beating in eternity. Oh and just today! Today when I took my rightful place as the lead role in the play he! He! He dissed me in a song! Raaaaaaaah! I'm going to kill HIM!" she screamed. She spun around and grabbed her chair. The doctor gave a startled yelp then dived out of the way as she pelted the chair straight at him. The destroyed chair remains flew into the wall and landed a huge break in the plaster. The therapist got to his feet and dashed to the side of the room, away from the enraged Chipette. Brittany wasn't done yet though. The Chipette rushed at the man fists at the ready. Despite the size difference between them, when her fist connected with his stomach, the therapist couldn't explain how much pain it caused. He fell to his knees coughing for air. Brittany raised her fist to strike the man again, but something inside her held her back.
"Wait, why am I bothering to take out my anger on this idiot? I will feel so much more satisfied when I feel Alvin's face on the end of my fist!" she grinned as the thought whizzed through her head. She lowered her fist and began to calm as a malicious grin crossed her face.
"I'm sorry. Here, let me help you up" she said sweetly and moved to the man's side. Now he was incredibly surprised. First she attacked him, and now she was being nice. This was very strange. The man got to his feet and looked at his watch.
"Well, it seems we are at the end of our session for today. I'll see you again tomorrow" he said, a little nervously as he said the last part.
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow" Brittany said happily, then skipped across the room and headed out the door, leaving the therapist completely bewildered, and a little frightened. What had he gotten himself into?
As Brittany skipped into the lobby, she found Miss Miller waiting patiently for her.
"H-hello Brittany… how did it go?" she asked worried. She really hoped that therapy would help, but after thing that had happened, she was still frightened.
"Oh it went fine Miss Miller. Have another appointment tomorrow after school. Can we go home now? I'm getting a little hungry" she said innocently. Miss Miller was a little confused that the therapy was working so quickly, but she was pleased none the less.
"Of course sweetheart. We I'll take you home right away" she said happily and gave her daughter a hug. She didn't notice Brittany roll her eyes. the old woman led her daughter out of the centre and took her to the car.
"Yes, now that I am out of there, I can think of a way to deal with Alvin. Soon that annoying Chipmunk won't ever oppose me ever again!" she thought, and she couldn't help but laugh. Miss Miller heard it and smiled. She was glad that the therapy had made Brittany feel happy.
Back at the Chipmunk's house, Eleanor and Theodore were busy preparing dinner with Dave while Alvin and Jeanette sat in the den. Alvin had just finished recounting how he developed his feelings for Brittany to the bespectacled Chipette, who sat quietly with a smile.
"So, that's it. Since then, I have felt my feelings for her just keep growing stronger" he said, giving a final smile at the memories.
"That is so sweet Alvin. I would never have thought someone like you could have feelings like that. Brittany is very lucky" she said happily and Alvin blushed a little at her words. However, his smile slowly turned upside down and he gave a sigh.
"I just wish she was still that girl. This curse has changed her so much. I love her, and yet everything she is doing is so horrible. It is killing me to have to push her away, but there is nothing else I can do. I just hope we can find a way to help her soon" he said sadly.
"Don't worry Alvin. We will find a way to help her. She will be Brittany again" Jeanette said and she gave him a hug. It was funny. A week ago, such a moment would have been really awkward, but now, after spending so much time together, it didn't feel strange to be close to Alvin. She had learned so much about him. Underneath his shell of mischief and mayhem lay a heart of gold. He had been there for Jeanette and Eleanor when they needed it and had shown that his true feelings ran deep. He was a very different person to her now, but she loved it. He was a much closer friend, and he felt the same way about Jeanette and Eleanor. Alvin smiled.
"Thanks Jeanette" he said and she returned the smile.
"Hey guys, dinner is ready, come and get it!" Theodore called from the kitchen door. Alvin and Jeanette rushed to the room to find a large platter of exotic looking salad waiting for them.
"This looks great, nice work guys" Alvin said and watched as both Eleanor and Theodore smiled.
"You know what. Despite this tough time we are going through, just having my brothers, and my best friends here is making everything better. I love you guys" he said happily and started to sing.
So no one told you life was going to be this way.
Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.
But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.
You're still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.
You've burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these,
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.
That, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.
No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me.
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me.
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I'll always laugh with, even at my worst, I'm best with you.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.
But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.
Everyone sang the final verse and finished the song with a warm hug. despite all the problems with play, with Simon's injuries and with Brittany, just being together as a family brought a smile to their faces. They were happy.
Elsewhere, someone else was happy, but for much more devious reasons.
"Soon, Alvin and the rest of them will all suffer and I'll have more fun than I could have ever imagined!" Brittany laughed as she placed the finishing touches on her plan. Soon the group wouldn't know what hit them, and Alvin would be hurting so much inside, that he would never recover.
And, that's all for this chapter. Sorry about the wait, but I had a heap of homework and I wanted to catch up on my reading. There are so many talented authors on the site, and I haven't had the time to check out what they have been writing. It has been awesome to see how good people are at writing, and what imaginations they must have to come up with the wacky, tragic or romantic situations that this group of chipmunks just seem to keep falling into. So, as a finishing note, the next chapter hopefully won't take as long, and to everyone who writes on fanfiction, great work and I hope you enjoy yourselves