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Interview II

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Added to the Roswell Slash Archive September 6, 2001

Title: "Interview II"
Author/pseudonym: Lucy
Fandom: The Forsaken
Pairing: Sean/Nick.
Rating: R.
Status: New, complete.
Archive: No.
E-mail address for feedback: lucy_fur1@yahoo.ca
Series/Sequel: None.
Other website: http://members.tripod.ca/~angelspace/Lucy.html
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It's Nick's turn to talk to the doctor.
Warnings: Not beta'd. I originally thought this was going to be a series of "Interview" stories, but I think I'm gonna stop at the two. Just little bits of lj fic, again.



        "Thank you for coming in to see me."

        "I'm humouring you. It's going to take a while to process his discharge, and I don't have anything better to do while I wait."

        "You say that like someone who's done this before," the doctor said, nodding towards a chair on the other side of his desk. "Please," he said, when Nick raised an eyebrow at him. Finally, the young man sat. "I take it this isn't the first time this has happened?"

        Nick smiled, placidly. "What do you think?"

        "I think you shouldn't take him home."

        "Today, or ever?"

        "I think he needs help. Unless he gets some professional help, he'll keep on doing what he's been doing." The doctor removed his glasses, polishing them vigorously on the sleeve of his white coat.

        "What's your diagnosis, doc? How crazy is he?"

        "He hasn't been here long enough - "

        "Your opinion, then," Nick said, dismissing the doctor's attempts to stay at a safe distance. "Surely he's been here long enough for you to have one of those? Or else, why am I here?"

        "He's self-injuring. It could be depression, it could be anxiety, it could be a number of things. He could be psychotic. It could get worse."

        "How?"

        "The self-injury behavior, in and of itself, isn't the primary concern." The doctor leaned across the desk to better emphasize his point. "It's the delusions that are indicative of a deeper problem."

        Nick's voice didn't waver. "What sort of delusions?"

        "He's convinced that you're a - " The doctor seemed almost embarrassed to continue.

        "A - ?"

        "Vampire." It came out flat, dismissive, almost laughable.

        Nick wondered if he'd ever said the word before. He licked his lips and leaned forward slightly, pleased when the doctor shrank just that much back, knowing it was not a conscious movement. "And that concerns you?" he asked, with a slight smile.

        The quick glance at his teeth was most likely purely subconscious, too. "Inasmuch as he's lost touch with reality, yes it does. As it should you." He cut eye-contact. "It would be best if he stayed here for a longer period. I understand that he's been hospitalized before - "

        "He told you that?"

        "Yes. But it obviously hasn't been for a long enough period to get to the root of his problem and provide effective treatment. We can't keep him here without his consent, however - "

        "And you want me to do what? Convince him to commit himself?" Nick shook his head. "I couldn't do that, even if I wanted to. Which I don't."

        "That might not be necessary. There's always involuntary commitment."

        "You need someone to commit him for you," Nick said, understanding dawning. "I can't do that, either, the laws being what they are."

        "You're his friend - "

        "I fuck him," Nick said, flatly. "We fuck each other. But legally, we have no rights over each other. If I were a woman - " He shook his head. "But I'm not."

        "You know his next of kin." It wasn't a question.

        Nick inclined his head, slightly.

        "If you could put us in touch - "

        "No." Nick stood, abruptly interrupting the interview. "They'll be done with him by now. I should go. I don't want to keep him waiting. He might get 'anxious' and do something bad in your nice clean office."

        "Mr. - " The doctor stopped himself when Nick turned around. "I don't think you understand the seriousness of the situation with your friend."

        "No," Nick said. He leaned over the desk again, causing the doctor to once again shrink back into his seat. "You're the one who doesn't understand. He does what he does for me, not for himself, not because he wants to hurt himself, but because he wants to keep me alive. Because he needs to keep me alive - so, I guess, in a way it is for him. I would prefer that he didn't do it, but I won't make him stop. Whenever I've tried to do that, it's almost killed him - because he can smell them on me, he can taste them in my mouth. I can't convince him that it's different - that the others don't mean anything to me, that I don't fuck them before or after because they aren't him, but he doesn't believe me, and it hurts him. So, I let him feed me because he needs to. I feed on him because - because I love the taste of him in my mouth." Nick started, momentarily lost in some secret reverie. "That's what I understand, doctor."

        The doctor was staring at him with undisguised shock. "You're as bad as he is," he said, finally. "Or worse."

        "Oh, I'm worse," Nick said, smiling fully for the first time, baring his teeth in the process. He reached inside his shirt and plucked the razor out by the chain. "_Much_ worse."

* * *

        Sean was waiting by the nurse's desk when Nick came out of the office, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. Sean took Nick's hand with a smile, and walked quickly out of the office, not stopping until they'd escaped the building entirely.

        Once outside, he stopped, took a deep breath, and kissed Nick on the mouth. When his tongue dipped into Nick's mouth, he pulled back, startled. "Who the fuck - ?" he asked, angrily.

        Nick just smiled. "The doctor had some questions for me," he said. "He doesn't anymore."

        "I wish you would have told me before I kissed you," Sean said, making a face.

        "Come on," Nick said, pulling him towards the car. "We'll go back to the motel and I'll brush my teeth. And then we'll fuck."

        "You think I'm so easy," Sean grumbled, but let himself be led.

        "No," Nick said, chuckling. "I think you're hard."

        Reluctantly, Sean had to laugh. "Bad joke, Nick."

        Nick shrugged. "Bad jokes are my specialty. Come on, let's go. It's been too long, and I've missed you."

        "It's only been three days."

        "Yeah?" Nick asked. "Funny. It feels like forever."

        End

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