Shadow: sorry for the wait, classes started back with a bang and I'm hooked on a new gene of fanfic. Between band and Biology and this website i'm not getting much done. Becouse of the wait i made this one at least 500 words more than my usual. I'll try to make the next update more timely. Frankly i feel that i got out of character in this one but i think i like it. I own nothing once again and definitaly not the Hobbit or any works by its author. WARNING: language. And its not all on croc this time. Enjoy.
Gray eyes blazed with determination, glaring daggers at her target, which, understandably, did nothing. She took a deep breath and reached forward, gripping the doorknob of said target before twisting it open. Panic bubbled up but she shoved it down. She could do this. She was smart. She was strong, she had to be. There was no other alternative Janice was willing to consider, this had to be done. The oddly heavy wooden door creaked opened, admitting her within. She looked up at beady eyes, watching the lights glare off of a bald head. She could do this, there was no way she was going to run and hide like the day before. She was strong, and she wouldn't take no as an answer.
"Mr. Sharp, I would like to request a patient transfer," in no way did her voice wobble, not at all. The warden raised his brows in surprise before gesturing to the seat across from him. Her heels dug into the plush red carpet with every step. Dr. Dials released the breath she didn't even know she was holding and sat down, gripping her briefcase to prevent herself from biting her nails. She could feel all her earlier bravo leave her under his watchful eye. Everything is going to be fine, no need to panic. She was panicking. Her eyes glanced at the clock, dread filling her with every tick it gave. In less than an hour she had to meet up with her most violent patient, the same one she didn't dare face.
"Do you have the transfer forms, Dr. Dials?" She flinched and reached into her briefcase, shoving her chess set to the side from where it had been crushing the papers and handed them over. He took them easily enough, now all she needed was for him to agree and she never had to think about that man again. She might loose her advanced salary but anything is better than facing him after that dream. And besides, she could barely talk to Mr. Jones as it was, so this was better for all of them really. Why would they even want her to be his therapist in the first place? She ran at the first sign of danger, and Mr. Jones practically oozed danger. No one was dumb enough to mistake him for anything but a predator, and all could see that she would fit perfectly into the slot of prey. Hell, she made cowering into an art form! There was no way they would leave him in her unfit hands, not for all the fame in the world. Or money for that matter. Now she just had to make them see that too.
"No," she flinched back and stared with doe like eyes, pleading silently for something, anything really, to change his mind. Her hands shook from there place under the desk, dropping her briefcase in the process. What am I supposed to do now! There's no way I can face him after that dream! She shoved down the whimper that lodged it way into her throat.
Warden Sharp observed her with narrowed eyes, taking in her paling face. He almost felt bad for the young doctor, almost. "Dr. Dials, I am not denying you your request as a punishment, but as a necessary," Gray eyes lost some of their fear, showing that she heard him. Good. " Of all his doctors, and I do mean all of them, you have been the only one who even picked up on his intelligence. You have gotten more out of him behavior wise than any before you. None of them have even lasted as long as you, and none could get him out of his rages!"
Janice flushed, knowing how rare it was for her boss to praise anyone, no matter how slight the praise was. She looked down as he continued, not seeing him put her forms in his desk. " In your reports you mentioned he does not seem to like ..alteration, in his schedule. What you're trying to achieve will alter that completely and he could prove dangerous to other doctors." Well now she felt guilty. She didn't even consider that. Janice continued to stare at the carpet, squirming under his judging gaze. What do I do? He's not dumb, he'll know somethings wrong! What do I even say to him! 'Oh so sorry Croc, I can't look at you today. See I had this perverted dream the other day and now I'm embarrassed. Oh what was that? Why was I embarrassed? Oh, nothing big, just that it was about you.'
Janice violently twitched at the very thought. Even now she could hear him laughing that terrifying laugh of his before calmly slitting her throat for even thinking of him like that. And of course the guards would let him, no one wanted another Harley Quinn. Maybe she could tell the warden about the dream and force him to move her? No... no that's a horrible idea, they'd just lock her up.She glanced up, noticing he was still talking. Crap! What did he just say?
"-an't accept this until we know if it is you personally who calms him down or your methods. If its the former we couldn't possibly change anything without needless bloodshed, but if its the later we might be able to arrange something suitable for you," Crap that sounded important. Janice stared with wide eyes when he raised one eyebrow inquisitively. He must of asked a question somewhere in there! She nodded quickly. Whatever it she was agreeing with seemed to please the pompous man and he gestured for her to leave. She did, never being one to overstay her welcome. With the dark wood door closing behind her she glanced at her watch. A sigh escaped her lips and she slunk away, drawing odd looks from her coworkers when the usually bouncy woman made her way past them with not even a skip in her steps.
So much for being strong and not accepting NO as an answer. The gray walls blurred in her vision, and in no way was she tearing up, nope not at all. She sniffed despite herself and looked down. She was weak, not even able to tell her boss no. Weak! Oh, she may be a coward, that she'd admit to with pride, but weak? No, that she wouldn't accept. She scowled, brushing back a strand of copper colored hair she squared her shoulders. In only a matter of minutes she had to meet the devil himself and get him to talk. Not many could attest to that!
"I'm not weak, damn-it!" Across from her another female doctor jumped at her exclamation and clutched her jacket in shock. Janice blushed and hurried to her office where some poor pizza guy was supposed to be waiting. She wasn't going to go back on her deal with Mr. Jones, that was sure to get her eaten. At her door stood the poor guy, the same as last time flinching at every noise he heard. She frowned but handed him the money. Now she just had to get her chess set from her briefcase and she was all set for her next session. She froze. Where's the briefcase?! I just had it didn't I? She spun around, searching the ground for that familiar leather case. That same panic from earlier bubbled up. Did I leave it at home? What do I do! That was the only thing she really did in those sessions, and without it she was screwed! Once more she swore out loud, the sound bouncing off the dull walls.
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Killer Croc leaned back in his dented chair and waited for his doctor to show. His gold eyes narrowed at the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes. She'd better not be late again. The metal groaned in protest as if to empathize his mood. Even now he could feel the guards shifting their weight, shifting away from him as he clicked his claws on the table, the rhythmic sound soothing to him. She had three minutes to go before she was late. Just three short minutes.
Clicliclick. Clicliclick.
He moved his gaze to his guards, smirking at their flinching. They were new guards, only one had escorted him before, but even he was cringing. Really, they couldn't hire someone braver than these morons? But then again, these morons hadn't made his hit list yet, so maybe there was something to it. Too scared to push the button. So he shouldn't complain too much. His smirk broadened. Maybe he could play with them a little bit before his doctor showed up, and if she was late, he'd just kill them. That would get his displeasure across. He could already feel his eyes sharpen at the thought of blood shed. Its been too long since the last kill. Way too fucking long.
Clicliclick. Clicliclick. Clicliclick...Click.
The one on the end twitched, while the other two forced themselves not to move. Two minutes left. His smirk showed way too many teeth. Killer Croc had been getting antsy lately, and everyone knew it. He was too restless, needing to move. Too cooped up in small-ass rooms. What he needed was some fresh air, somewhere he could not brush the ceiling when he stretched. And the sewers didn't count. The muskiness was getting to him. Who does a guy have to kill to get a little fresh AIR around here! His claws practically itched to impale someone.
Clicliclick. Clicliclick. clickclick.
One minute left. His smirk turned down right evil in that second and the guards noticed. The clicking stopped and with a grunt he stood up, looming over the shaking men. His blood roared through his veins, urging him on. One of them fumbled for the remote at his murderous look only to drop it in his haste. It was dead silent until he let out a dark chuckle. Where do they find these people? Morons. A foul smell stopped him. He backed up slightly, to see which one soiled themselves.
And that's the scene his panicked doctor walked into, clutching a thick book to her chest. Gold eyes looked at her, then glanced down briefly to the book before making his way back to his chair. The clock ticked away. Gray eyes flickered wildly trying to find a reasonable explanation for what she had intruded on, her nose wrinkling at the lingering smell. Not like he was going to tell her. He leaned back and allowed her to settle in before he focused onto her, smirking all the while. A familiar box was placed in front of him by her guard, distracting him briefly. Good bitch.
She squirmed in front of him, drawing his gaze again. Something was off. She was acting differently, too unfocused, jumpy even. His smirk fell when her wild eyes glanced to him and away again only to repeat the process. Her outfit was unsettled also, her red shirt wrinkled and her hair in disarray, like she had been running agitated fingers through it despite the hair tie. A streak of dark ink stood out in sharp contrast on her pale cheek, adding to the rumpled look. He never seen her so unorganized. What has she been doing?
Scaled arms crossed over his chest as he took her in, his eyes glancing more than once at the incorrectly buttoned top and the skin the mistake flashed. He narrowed his eyes at her before brushing her appearance off and once more focusing on his pizza. Just to be safe he gave a sniff, taking in the scents before eating with gusto one would expect from someone like him. She probably fell asleep on her desk or something. He could definitely see her doing that and that would explain the ink. And the mussed hair and clothes. Or she had an affair with her guard before she came in.
His claws froze in place at the thought, startling him with the flash of anger it brought. It would explain the jumpiness and everything else. Once more he glanced at the hint of flesh peaking through her buttons. He growled violently and forced himself to dig in. It tasted like ash. The whole room flinched at the sound. That couldn't be it. There was no way his little doctor could do something like that. It was just to bold for her. Just to be sure he gave another sniff, instantly calming down at what he smelled. Or rather didn't smell. Though curiously the smell of fear was clouded, like it was mixed with something else. He glared up at her from his dwindling pizza. She was staring at him oddly, like she was evaluating him. Her face showed more panic with each second. He didn't like it.
"You got something on your face Doc," She flinched and ducked her head, quickly rubbing at the spot he pointed to. Lips pulling back into a victorious smirk he reached for the last piece of pizza. Like before when he finished he shoved the box off the table, taking pleasure in the guards reactions. His smirk broadened and he looked back to the woman. His chest tingled when he saw she had only succeeded in smearing the stain further across her face. He frowned at the feeling and wiped his hands on his orange pants.
"Um, Mr. Jones? Would y-you like to talk about anything before we begin?" He looked up from where his eyes had drifted to her shirt and they narrowed. Her face was red and her eyes oddly clear. The ink stood out sharply against the new color on her and he snorted.
"No, not really," She nodded, a look of relief flashing across her face. He furrowed his brow and glared at the guards again. For some reason he felt disappointed. Which didn't make much sense to him. Why was he disappointed, it was no like he wanted her want to talk to him. Or maybe it's because she's not so different after all. He frowned and clicked his teeth, still not looking at her. He didn't like this. This whole session was wrong somehow. Could just kill her and get it over with now. The tingling stopped only to be replaced with an odd throb, deepening his anxiety.
"Um, Mr. Jones? I wanted to try som-something new," Glancing back at her he glared into her eyes. She's the cause of that fucking feeling. Gray eyes looked away and she shifted the book towards him. Sneering he snatched it and scowled at the cover, ignoring her squeak when his claws came too close to her fingers. "Um... it's a book." One scaled eyebrow ridge lifted and she flushed. Moron.
"I got eyes Doc, I know what it is," growling lightly he flipped it over and looked over the back. Her face reddened further and she rubbed at the smudge on her cheek. With a snort he tossed it back at her, watching her fumble for the book. Her hands shook as she placed it back on the table and looked away. Clearing her throat she began again.
"I was hoping we could come to an arrangement l-like with the chess game, only you could take the b-book with you when you leave," He grunted and leaned back, golden eyes sizing her up before flickering to the empty box on the ground. Better see what she's willing to negotiate with. "And when you finish a chapter I'll bring more food," He smirked down at her. He knew what he wanted, and this time it wasn't food.
" Not food this time doc. I've a better idea. I'll read your book, and in return, you'll let me out," He grinned at the stunned look on her face and the jerks the guards gave, pretending that earlier feeling didn't happen. She sputtered and nearly choked as he leaned closer, resting his heavy hands on the table and getting an eye full from her misbuttoned shirt. "Not like that stupid. The other prisoners get free time, I want some too, only I want it outside," She looked at the guards, all of which shook their heads at her. Once more he crossed his arms, waiting on her answer. He could just see the gears turning in that head of hers.
"I, um, I'll have to talk to the warden for that," It was barely a whisper but he heard it clearly. His grin grew as the guards protested. He swiped the book back from her and flipped once more to the back. She jerked back and scuffled away. Quickly she stood up and edged towards the door. "Our times up Mr. Jones," Gold eyes flickered to her and a frown made its way to his face at her frantic behavior. Usually he was the first to leave. The wrongness settled deep in his gut like a heavy stone.
"Whats the rush, doc?" She squeaked and flushed brighter then ever and yanked on the door handle, forgetting it was locked. He rolled his eyes and ignored her panic until she was well down the hall. He looked at the book again, finally focusing on it. The Hobbit uh?
Suddenly he froze, discreetly sniffing the air. What the hell is that? It was familiar, but not overly. Her sent lingered, along with a heavy dose of fear, but under that was something sweet he wasn't used to coming from her. Is that what I think that is? He glanced back at the shut door, not paying his guards any attention. Not possible. It could explain a lot about today though if it was. Only it wasn't possible, unless it was for one of her guards. He frowned and growled, finally moving to follow his waiting guards. The smell of urine made him grin darkly and one of the morons shifted. He needed to know more before he could properly process what he smelled from his doctor.
As he passed the door the lingering hint of arousal clung to him and he breathed it in greedily.
Shadow: it could be better and not so rushed feeling but eh. I'm trying to hint at developing feelings in croc that might not have come across well. Please reveiw and give feedback. And know i have another scene for Janice to feak out over, only this time its real. Not too sure when it will happen though.