Okay, shot two! Things I didn't mention before:
This takes place in the middleish-end of Season Five, which is why this is a crack fic. Oliver and Finn shouldn't exist yet and I've alluded to Angela ad Hodgins's baby and other things which were in seasons later plus there's a bunch of stuff I had from later seasons which aren't in fruition yet.
The person responsible is an incarnation of me, which I have dubbed Tori Matthews (due to my insert fic Avenger'd, I felt lazy and didn't want to make up a new name) and I have severely broken the fourth wall, which I am aware of. But it was totally worth it.
Sorry if Sweets and Vincent seem OOC I haven't written too much of Vincent so I didn't know how he would react. Oh and I have super-teleport powers.
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The Interns in the List
PART TWO
The appearance of a patient- or a visitor in this case, since Sweets had no idea who the person was- completely baffled the psychologist.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" he began cautiously, wary of if this person had malicious intent or not. In the dark, Sweets couldn't see much but could tell that the person's smile had grown wider.
"No thanks, I believe you've already helped enough," the person, revealed by the voice to be female, replied sweetly. She hummed playfully and patted the psychologist's desk. "Your computer deemed quite useful, I'm grateful to have used it!" Sweets's eyes opened wider just as he realized a bit more of this woman's identity.
"So you're the one who broke into my office this morning!" he muttered, standing up straighter and narrowing his eyes to see well. She nodded and laughed.
"Yes, you're catching on, but I prefer the term 'wandered' instead. Less brutish, don't you agree?" the woman- or girl, Sweets thought, by the way of her dialect and childish demeanor- bantered. She walked over to Sweets's desk and leaned on it. "Anyway, I only stopped by to say thanks really. I wanted to see you in person though. More meaningful to me I guess." Sweets shifted weight on his feet as he tried to analyze his visitor.
"I see, now do you make it a habit to 'wander' into government offices and send cryptic messages to their affiliations?" he inquired, to which the girl laughed, catching Sweets a bit off guard.
"Cryptic?" she laughed clutching her sides. "I believe my list was quite direct. 'The Firsts and/or Achievements of the Interns of Dr. Temperance Brennan at the Jeffersonian Institute.' And I believe my list was quite accurate in those areas. What's so cryptic about that?"
"For one, the information was scarily accurate; secondly, you used terms that no one could have understood. What did you mean by 'coma-dream!Vincent' knowing about Zack, and speaking of Vincent, in what manner did you determine that Vincent had died, when he's still alive?"
The girl made a tsk noise and sat down at the arm chair usually reserved for Sweets. "So many questions, although I expected as much. Alright. Of course my information was accurate; I did my research, duh. Second, I believe that the terms were well-understood, maybe not by everyone, but who they're supposed to be understood by. What I meant surely must mean something to you Dr. Sweets, since Agent Booth told you pretty much everything about his coma-dream."
Sweets's eyes widened at this. How could she have known about the details of Booth's coma dream? She seemed a bit offhanded at the next question.
"Wait…Vincent's alive? Oh wow, wrong time jump. Either that or I broke a hell of a lot of rules. Meh, I broke rules anyway. He'll die at some point-" All of a sudden, the girl was choked up, like she was going to start crying. The psychologist had lost a few paces in this conversation but was drawn back in at the sound of this.
"Um, are…you alright miss…?" he offered, as he heard more sniffling.
"I'll –sniff- be fine. It's just –sniff- Vincent's one of my favorite –sniff- squinterns and –sniff- it's just not fair!" she cried, biting at her sleeve. "Oh god –sniff- but wait, maybe if I tell you how he died then I can prevent it! Oh…but…no that'll mess up everything after that…oh…but maybe I could visit him after this! Yeah!"
The girl now seemed to be talking to herself at this point. Sweets thought for a minute when he remembered how Angela's fortune teller knew things like this girl was saying. He sat across from her, at the couch usually reserved for patients, ironically.
"Are you a fortune-teller of some kind; is that how you know about all of this happening that hasn't happened yet?" Sweets queried, leaning forward in anticipation.
"-cough- m-Me? A fortune-teller? HA! That's a good one, omigod, I couldn't be a fortune-teller if I tried!" she blurted. The girl straightened herself up and smiled broadly. "I'm a fan, a pretty big one at that, I guess. I love shipping Dr. Brennan and Booth, as well as Angela and Hodgins! My favorite interns have been Zack, Vincent, and Wendell's almost there in my favorites. You are by far my favorite besides Vincent and Zack and Hodgins. Oh wow I just realized how creepy that sounded! Hahaha!" But then almost instantly she put her hand over her mouth. "Ahm don't mind any of that, don't mind that at all, hey for all you know I'm probably just a crazy dream and this whole thing could be a crazy dream we're probably in Inception or something!"
Sweets's head was going around in circles. This girl was clearly an enigma wrapped up in a puzzle box. It piqued his interest to examine her behavior but it seemed like every word she said confused him even more than the last.
His eyes had narrowed in suspicion when she mentioned 'fan' and 'by far my favorite', having dealt with sociopaths who label their actions as 'fans' or even attraction and love, as he remembered the case where the so-called fiancée of the victim had attached herself to Booth and shot him when she got jealous of his relationship with Dr. Brennan.
But wait- didn't that girl mention 'shipping' Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth? That implies having seen their obvious attraction to one another repeatedly, not being jealous but fervent about their love for one another, as well as Dr. Hodgins and Angela's relationship. It couldn't be sociopathic behavior could it?
Unless it was more so a stalker-prey where the one stalking becomes obsessed with the prey in which it is hunting in a sense and catalogued- but no, wait, that wouldn't be it either. The FBI and the Jeffersonian has top-notch security and cameras are almost always online. This girl would have been caught by now if she had been documenting daily occurrences for the years that the Jeffersonian and FBI had been affiliated.
But then on a tangent then denying what she said…like she wasn't supposed to say something…
"Dr. Sweets?"
The girl's voice was soft and concerned and it snapped the psychologist out of his thoughts.
"Hm? What is it, miss…?"
"Matthews. Tori Matthews. That's my name," she replied softly and quickly. "I thought I ruptured one of your brain cells or something; you weren't talking for a few minutes." Sweets chuckled at this sudden change in demeanor, like a small child who might've squeezed a cat too hard on their first try.
"No, my brain cells are fine Miss Matthews. I was just intrigued by what you said, and then you suddenly pulled away, which intrigued me even more."
"Oh well, that, um, I wasn't lying when I said I am a fan, and not in the crazy kinda way, it's just that, I'm kinda not supposed to be here, or even have sent that list, especially at this time. I, ah, broke a wall that I wasn't supposed to. Heheh," Tori muttered, rubbing the back of her head.
"Broke a wall? Metaphorically, you mean," Sweets pressed, to which she nodded. "And I take it that's a bad thing."
"Very bad in some cases," she whispered gravely, before chuckling nervously. "It was worth it though, I guess. I finally got to meet the prodigious Lance Sweets, after all." Tori shrugged and stood up, and Sweets stood up as well. "Plus, hey, now everyone knows the truth about Zack, and maybe, finally he can be released."
Tori started to the door, nearer to the light of the window, and turned around. Sweets could discern slightly more about his mysterious visitor. She seemed to have dirty blond hair, and fair skin, and was adorned with a slightly sad smile.
"I should probably go, and take my list with me, you know, before they really read into it and fight over it and go crazy or something," she said, looking down at her hands.
"That might be best," Sweets replied softly, tilting his head just the slightest. She seemed anxious, wanting to say something, maybe, before she went?
"Um, Dr. Sweets?" she asked nervously, eyes beginning to sparkle in the light from the window. The psychologist inferred that his visitor was about to reveal what was pent up, and by her expression, it must have been something important to her.
"Yes, Miss Matthews?"
Tori took a breath and blinked slowly, in that moment, a slow tear rolled down her face, which caught the doctor's eye.
"You deserve so much more than you have now, you know that right?" she whispered, and Sweets's eyes widened. "You're such a kind and tender person and what you have put up with isn't fair to you. Don't ever let anyone tell you that what you do doesn't matter to anyone else, or that you're the weakest link, don't ever believe that!"
The psychologist was quiet for a moment. "Okay…" he replied slowly, but sincerely. Tori turned to the door, making sure to face away from her receiver.
"Oh, and one more thing…"
"What is it?"
"Since…it doesn't seem to change much…even after what happens…" she mumbled, biting her lip to get on with it. "I…hope your 'Miss Daisy' makes you… happy…sir 'Lancelot'." Sweets gaped, not expecting this, and just as he was about to reach out to her, she balled up her fists and opened the door, shutting it behind her. Sweets rushed behind her, but when he opened the door, she was gone, nowhere to be found. An agent typing dutifully behind his desk across from Sweets's door looked up.
"Excuse me!" Sweets called out. "Did you see a girl run out just now?"
The agent shook his head and with a strange look, went back to typing. Sweets clenched his jaw and went back into his office, disconcerted at Tori's parting wishes.
TheInternsInTheListTheInternsInTheList
The next morning, Dr. Sweets received a knock at his office door.
"Come in," he replied absentmindedly, expecting Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan.
"Um, Dr. Sweets?"
The aforementioned psychologist turned around from his desk to see Vincent Nigel-Murray awkwardly standing at the door, a bit skittish.
"Mr. Nigel-Murray, come in, what is it?"
"Ah, did you know that the average lifespan of an adult butterfly is twenty to forty days?" he spouted, walking in and sitting on the couch. Sweets raised an eyebrow at this and Vincent noticed. "Right, right, I know, I tend to rattle off facts when I'm nervous, Dr. Saroyan understands it's a reflex, and I've tried to work on it, but um, may I ask you something?" Sweets sat across from the intern and leaned back.
"Go right ahead."
Vincent rubbed his hands together and uneasily twitched his fingers. He met Dr. Sweets's dark brown eyes with his own, bright blue.
"I met a girl last night," he said simply. "A young female. Just kind of popped into my apartment, actually." Sweets nodded for the young man to continue. "She didn't say her name but I could tell that she was very pleased by my appearance, would it interest you to know that the pupil of the human eye expands as much as forty-five percent when it encounters something pleasing?" He looked up and shakily smiled. "That's partially how I could tell, anyway, she just sort of ran up to me and hugged me, kept poking at my heart and saying that I wasn't useless and that I was Dr. Brennan's favorite intern, and then, she just started to cry. I wasn't really sure what to do, for once." Sweets's eyebrows rose significantly.
"Ah," he said in recognition. So that's where she went…
"I did the thing that I thought would help, I patted her on the back and I just said that 20% of Americans had passports and she started to cry harder. That didn't help so I took her to the couch and she sat down. Finally she said
"I'm sorry, but I love how you say all those facts, and I guess it's funny that I'm part of the 80% who don't have a passport." So I just started saying more, and eventually she stopped crying and hugged me again. "You really are the cutest intern, thank you for trying to cheer me up," she said and she stood up, I tried to stop her, in case she had depression, since over 51% of Americans have depression but she just kissed me on the cheek and left, vanished into thin air when she left the door!"
Vincent slumped into the couch, baffled and tired. Sweets thought over his previous night and nodded.
"Am I crazy, Dr. Sweets? Was that all in my imagination? Was I drugged, drunk, or do I have a brain tumor?" the intern asked, gazing at the psychologist intently. Sweets cleared his throat.
"No, I don't believe you're mentally unstable Vincent, and I don't believe that was in your imagination," Sweets said slowly. "What you experienced could have been just something unexplainable, like a miracle. I know both you and Dr. Brennan are atheists so you don't believe in God but you must know, how intelligent you are, there are some things that facts cannot explain."
Vincent exhaled slowly and sat up. "So, what do you suggest I do?"
"Well, I believe you should keep going with your usual routine of things. I believe you won't be seeing this girl again, as she illustrated through her untraceable departure. It isn't unusual for these kinds of odd occurrences to be left with some meaning, so take what she said to heart. It could potentially be revealing to a shunted part of yourself," Sweets explained, partially directing his explanation away from the oddity of the enigma. Vincent smiled slowly and stood.
"Thank you Dr. Sweets," he said, "and I'm sure you're aware that psychology is one of the most underappreciated sciences!" the intern added as he left. Sweets nodded dolefully, knowing that fact very well.
He stood up and returned to his desk, when he noticed something different. An envelope was on top of his computer with a Post-It note stuck onto it which read 'Just in Case.' Sweets warily opened it and inside he unfolded the list that Tori sent. Written in pen at the bottom was this:
Just in case you wanted to further delve into my discoveries :) You'll find that the email and the digital file are deleted and no residue will be left behind. And Zack's information will remain a secret. This paper will not exist on file either, and you may find that most people won't see it. Just don't think about it too hard.
Thanks for the use of your computer, again. It was great to finally meet you! Oh and, just so you know, even though you were wrong about their first case, your conclusion is still VERY accurate about Booth and Brennan!
-TM
Sweets sighed and smiled, shaking his head as he placed the list by his computer. Enigma wrapped in a puzzle box indeed.
HAHAHAHAHAHAA :D I just had to do it, all of it!
*lightning flashes above me*
?: YOU HAVE BROKEN THE FOURTH WALL, WRITER! AND GIVEN INFORMATION ABOUT CHARACTERS FUTURES! YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!
Me: aaaahhh noooooo but but but spare me I'll give you a cookie whoever you are! No wait, even better, I'll give you my Tony Stark muse! Any of my muses actually you can have them!
Muses: WAAHHAHHAAAAATTT?!
?: WILL YOU GIVE UP YOUR PLAN TO MAKE A SEQUEL IN EXCHANGE?!
Muses: A SEQUEL?
Me: ...yes...fine alright...dammit.
?: *lightning flashes again and sequel idea is erased from my mind* IT IS DONE!
Me: *sobs*
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~DarkMousyRulezAll, signing out!