I dream of fire...
Title: Of Bathroom Doors and Awkward Moments
Authors: Drkhearted and Twilight_rain
Rating: PG for one reason or another.
Notes: Comments are love, yes?
Frank awoke to the sound of shuffling feet. It was early morning, and the land of Dis was still rather dark. Frank was convinced someone had broken into the apartment. Neither he nor Teresa would ever even think of getting up at this time.
Frank shuffled under his bed for Ol' Betsy, the old barman's bat that was replaced by a lightsaber not too long ago. He threw on his robe and crept towards the door. His efforts to make as little noise as possible were, of course, thwarted by a creaky floor and the fact he stubbed his toe on the journey through the dark room. Finally reaching the door, he peered out, bat at the ready
Teresa blearily made her way down the hallway to the bathroom, clothes and such in hand so that she wouldn't have to make two trips. She noticed Frank peering out his door, but thought nothing of it, instead continuing her journey, flicking the light on and shutting the door behind her, leaving the hallway in darkness once more.
Frank watched a shadow lurch down the hall with what seemed like Teresa's clothes. Strangely, the thief decided to then walk into the bathroom and close the door. Wonderful. Frank has a burglar with a toilet fetish on his hands. It suddenly occurred to him: in order to have Teresa's clothes, the thief would have had to go into her room. Which would mean Teresa was either an extremely heavy sleeper or was dead. Or, well, as "dead" as you can really get in Hell - which would mean beaten severely. Frank backed away, shuddering at the thought of Teresa in the other room, bleeding from every orifice. He had to do something, he needed to get this thief out of his - er, Teresa's apartment.
"You can do this, Frank. It's time to be hero for once. Yes. A hero. Like Link. Be Link. Save the world... or the apartment. My god am I fucked up," Frank attempted to coach himself.
It was now or never, Frank tip-toed down the hall, his trusty bat in hand. He stopped in front of the bathroom door, where he heard the shower on. "What kind of sicko SHOWERS in someone else's apartment?"
Frank took a deep breath. "For Teresa!" Frank shouted, flailing the bat, and kicking down the bathroom door.
Teresa was snapped completely out of her not-quite-awake daze to the sound of the door being slammed open. Her first reaction was to make sure the shower curtain was shut and she couldn't be seen. Check. Her next reaction was probably what everyone else would do in her situation. "What in the HELL do you think you are doing?!" she all but screamed, cowering in the back corner of the shower.
Frank, his blood still boiling with his new sense of heroism, was quickly turned into a stuttering child upon realizing that there was no thief at all, and he had just barged into Teresa in the shower. What the hell was she doing up so early?
"I am so sorry! SORRY!!" Frank stumbled back, falling into the hallway. He got up to close the door, however it wasn't there. Frank looked down to see it lying on the floor of the bathroom. Frank was horrified. He tried to place it back on its hinge, only to have it fall down again. "Erm... I will pay for that...."
"Get out!" she yelled, not moving from her hiding place well out of sight. "Put it down, and just get OUT!! Go...anywhere, back to your room, to the kitchen, but if you're anywhere in that hallway when I get out you're going to wish that you'd never woken up today, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" She might have been overreacting a little, but she felt violated. There was no door on her bathroom anymore--she was allowed to be upset.
"Right! Sorry! Sorry!" Frank ran into the nearest room, which ended up being the closet (rather appropriate) and waited for the wrath of Teresa to ensue.
***
Teresa poured herself a mug of coffee, then moved to sit down at the kitchen island, managing to look disgruntled despite not really being awake yet. There was nothing like being walked in on while in the shower to start off a great morning. Having pulled Frank out of the closet, she eyed him warily as he went about his morning routine, sipping her morning dose of caffeine.
Frank sat down opposite of Teresa, eyes looking dejectedly downward, with his hair still wet from his shower. He glanced back towards the bathroom to see the sheet they had tacked up as a poor replacement billowing in the hallway. He managed to muster up the courage to say, "What were you doing up so early?"
"Taking a shower, obviously," she answered, a bit more forceful than she had meant to. "What were you doing kicking in the bathroom door so early?" she asked, turning the conversation around. She had yet to get an explanation of that out of him.
"Oh, you know..." Frank was trying to think of way to not make his reasoning sound completely and utterly idiotic. Upon accepting the fact that was impossible, he cast his eyes away even more so than before and explained, "I didn't know you could even be awake at that hour. I thought someone had.... broken into the apartment and... I will pay to have the door fixed, really! And I didn't see anything! I SWEAR!"
She narrowed her eyes at him over her coffee. "Right," she said, trying to evaluate his mental status and make sure her roommate hadn't gone insane overnight. He would have to be on his best behavior if he was going to stay on Teresa's good side today, she was not one to be embarrassed and then just brush it off. "A shower thief." She sipped her coffee again. "I have things to do, just get that fixed sometime today, alright?"
"I will get right on that. I will make a call at the office. But I better get to work" Frank stated, looking at the clock. "I will catch you later. And I really am sorry about everything.
"Sure," she said, "just get it done." It was really too early in the morning to be angry. There was still a lot of crap she had to do that day, and she really didn't want to waste what she didn't need to being angry at her absentminded roommate.
***
Frank sat with his feet up on his desk, his tie loosened, talking on the phone with someone he hoped would fix the door. "Si, tengo una puerta que necesita fijar.... No! Hoy. Es imperativo que la puerta este fijando hoy.... Hola? ... Hola?..." They had hung up on him once again. Frank was peeved. "Bastards..." Frank slammed the phone down, promising himself he would call later.
He finally took a look at his new patient's case file. He had a new opening, since one of his previous patients had shot himself in the head, and was thus sent down a level to the circle of suicides. He glanced over the surprisingly bare file. He was only given a name and he knew her reason for being here was they she was sent down a level and it was time for her mandatory psychoanalysis. Oh, how Frank enjoyed these losers. Rarely was there something actually wrong with these people, but once they walk into his office, they feel it necessary to bitch about every little thing.
"Charlotte Haze..." Frank giggled at the name in only a true literary dork could understand. That's when Silvia beeped in on his intercom:
"Hey Frank. You're newbie is here."
"Send her right in, my door is open." Frank said, readjusting his tie to look a bit more doctor-like. He got his pen and paper ready just as the door handle began to turn.
She opened the door quietly and shut it just as quietly, taking a moment to steel herself before turning to the psychologist. Unlike so many others, she hated these mandatory visits. She always had to go over how she died and why she was here in Dis, and it just wasn't anything that she wanted to think about. 'Alright, let's make this as fast as possible,' she said to herself, before turning around, her eyes immediately widening. "You--!"
Frank nearly fell out of his chair. "Teresa!?" It all made sense now. Why she was up so early. Frank was at a loss for words. And even more interesting, he found out Teresa used to be in a higher level. "I - I am... What are you doing here? Wait, I know what you are doing here. But... But... Wow. This is awkward."
She blinked. "To put it mildly," she said, continuing his train of thought. She didn't really move into the office farther, instead opting to stay closer to the door. She realized that one of the most important happening in her life had been written down in a file for Frank to read, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. "I...er, um. Hi?"
Frank rigorously rubbed his temples. He knew what he had to do. It wasn't proper to be a psychologist for a friend. Any doctor knows that any sort of attachment to a patient could be potentially dangerous, and could compromise judgment. However, Frank was curious about Teresa. What level was she in before? Why is she in Dis now? And for that matter, how did she die? But he couldn't ask that. It is very improper, even for good friends, to discuss their death and other things like that. But... he was technically her psychologist... and it was his job.
"Please... take a seat. I need to figure this out." Frank motioned for Teresa to sit in one of the seats in his office. Frank got up from his desk and took his usual spot in the big, comfy chair, opposite to a couch.
She nodded, opting to sit in a comfortable enough leather upholstered chair. She wondered where the furniture had come from, and where she could find a chair like this for her apartment. "So, um...I wasn't expecting to get you for a shrink, to say the least," she said, her brain not really aware of what her mouth was trying to say, a lot more nervous now that she knew the psychologist she was seeing personally.
Frank thought for a long time. He should do what is proper. "I shall get my address book. We need to find you a replacement psychologist," Frank announced, going to shuffle through his desk for a leather-bound book that had seen better days. He sat back down on the chair and flipped through it a bit. He shouldn't let his curiosity get the best of him. He knows he has no right to ask. "So..." Frank stopped looking through the book. "H - How... did it happen?"
“How did what happen?”
“You know… Like… How did you…,” Frank swallowed hard. “How did you die?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Authors: Drkhearted and Twilight_rain
Rating: PG for one reason or another.
Notes: Comments are love, yes?
Frank awoke to the sound of shuffling feet. It was early morning, and the land of Dis was still rather dark. Frank was convinced someone had broken into the apartment. Neither he nor Teresa would ever even think of getting up at this time.
Frank shuffled under his bed for Ol' Betsy, the old barman's bat that was replaced by a lightsaber not too long ago. He threw on his robe and crept towards the door. His efforts to make as little noise as possible were, of course, thwarted by a creaky floor and the fact he stubbed his toe on the journey through the dark room. Finally reaching the door, he peered out, bat at the ready
Teresa blearily made her way down the hallway to the bathroom, clothes and such in hand so that she wouldn't have to make two trips. She noticed Frank peering out his door, but thought nothing of it, instead continuing her journey, flicking the light on and shutting the door behind her, leaving the hallway in darkness once more.
Frank watched a shadow lurch down the hall with what seemed like Teresa's clothes. Strangely, the thief decided to then walk into the bathroom and close the door. Wonderful. Frank has a burglar with a toilet fetish on his hands. It suddenly occurred to him: in order to have Teresa's clothes, the thief would have had to go into her room. Which would mean Teresa was either an extremely heavy sleeper or was dead. Or, well, as "dead" as you can really get in Hell - which would mean beaten severely. Frank backed away, shuddering at the thought of Teresa in the other room, bleeding from every orifice. He had to do something, he needed to get this thief out of his - er, Teresa's apartment.
"You can do this, Frank. It's time to be hero for once. Yes. A hero. Like Link. Be Link. Save the world... or the apartment. My god am I fucked up," Frank attempted to coach himself.
It was now or never, Frank tip-toed down the hall, his trusty bat in hand. He stopped in front of the bathroom door, where he heard the shower on. "What kind of sicko SHOWERS in someone else's apartment?"
Frank took a deep breath. "For Teresa!" Frank shouted, flailing the bat, and kicking down the bathroom door.
Teresa was snapped completely out of her not-quite-awake daze to the sound of the door being slammed open. Her first reaction was to make sure the shower curtain was shut and she couldn't be seen. Check. Her next reaction was probably what everyone else would do in her situation. "What in the HELL do you think you are doing?!" she all but screamed, cowering in the back corner of the shower.
Frank, his blood still boiling with his new sense of heroism, was quickly turned into a stuttering child upon realizing that there was no thief at all, and he had just barged into Teresa in the shower. What the hell was she doing up so early?
"I am so sorry! SORRY!!" Frank stumbled back, falling into the hallway. He got up to close the door, however it wasn't there. Frank looked down to see it lying on the floor of the bathroom. Frank was horrified. He tried to place it back on its hinge, only to have it fall down again. "Erm... I will pay for that...."
"Get out!" she yelled, not moving from her hiding place well out of sight. "Put it down, and just get OUT!! Go...anywhere, back to your room, to the kitchen, but if you're anywhere in that hallway when I get out you're going to wish that you'd never woken up today, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" She might have been overreacting a little, but she felt violated. There was no door on her bathroom anymore--she was allowed to be upset.
"Right! Sorry! Sorry!" Frank ran into the nearest room, which ended up being the closet (rather appropriate) and waited for the wrath of Teresa to ensue.
***
Teresa poured herself a mug of coffee, then moved to sit down at the kitchen island, managing to look disgruntled despite not really being awake yet. There was nothing like being walked in on while in the shower to start off a great morning. Having pulled Frank out of the closet, she eyed him warily as he went about his morning routine, sipping her morning dose of caffeine.
Frank sat down opposite of Teresa, eyes looking dejectedly downward, with his hair still wet from his shower. He glanced back towards the bathroom to see the sheet they had tacked up as a poor replacement billowing in the hallway. He managed to muster up the courage to say, "What were you doing up so early?"
"Taking a shower, obviously," she answered, a bit more forceful than she had meant to. "What were you doing kicking in the bathroom door so early?" she asked, turning the conversation around. She had yet to get an explanation of that out of him.
"Oh, you know..." Frank was trying to think of way to not make his reasoning sound completely and utterly idiotic. Upon accepting the fact that was impossible, he cast his eyes away even more so than before and explained, "I didn't know you could even be awake at that hour. I thought someone had.... broken into the apartment and... I will pay to have the door fixed, really! And I didn't see anything! I SWEAR!"
She narrowed her eyes at him over her coffee. "Right," she said, trying to evaluate his mental status and make sure her roommate hadn't gone insane overnight. He would have to be on his best behavior if he was going to stay on Teresa's good side today, she was not one to be embarrassed and then just brush it off. "A shower thief." She sipped her coffee again. "I have things to do, just get that fixed sometime today, alright?"
"I will get right on that. I will make a call at the office. But I better get to work" Frank stated, looking at the clock. "I will catch you later. And I really am sorry about everything.
"Sure," she said, "just get it done." It was really too early in the morning to be angry. There was still a lot of crap she had to do that day, and she really didn't want to waste what she didn't need to being angry at her absentminded roommate.
***
Frank sat with his feet up on his desk, his tie loosened, talking on the phone with someone he hoped would fix the door. "Si, tengo una puerta que necesita fijar.... No! Hoy. Es imperativo que la puerta este fijando hoy.... Hola? ... Hola?..." They had hung up on him once again. Frank was peeved. "Bastards..." Frank slammed the phone down, promising himself he would call later.
He finally took a look at his new patient's case file. He had a new opening, since one of his previous patients had shot himself in the head, and was thus sent down a level to the circle of suicides. He glanced over the surprisingly bare file. He was only given a name and he knew her reason for being here was they she was sent down a level and it was time for her mandatory psychoanalysis. Oh, how Frank enjoyed these losers. Rarely was there something actually wrong with these people, but once they walk into his office, they feel it necessary to bitch about every little thing.
"Charlotte Haze..." Frank giggled at the name in only a true literary dork could understand. That's when Silvia beeped in on his intercom:
"Hey Frank. You're newbie is here."
"Send her right in, my door is open." Frank said, readjusting his tie to look a bit more doctor-like. He got his pen and paper ready just as the door handle began to turn.
She opened the door quietly and shut it just as quietly, taking a moment to steel herself before turning to the psychologist. Unlike so many others, she hated these mandatory visits. She always had to go over how she died and why she was here in Dis, and it just wasn't anything that she wanted to think about. 'Alright, let's make this as fast as possible,' she said to herself, before turning around, her eyes immediately widening. "You--!"
Frank nearly fell out of his chair. "Teresa!?" It all made sense now. Why she was up so early. Frank was at a loss for words. And even more interesting, he found out Teresa used to be in a higher level. "I - I am... What are you doing here? Wait, I know what you are doing here. But... But... Wow. This is awkward."
She blinked. "To put it mildly," she said, continuing his train of thought. She didn't really move into the office farther, instead opting to stay closer to the door. She realized that one of the most important happening in her life had been written down in a file for Frank to read, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. "I...er, um. Hi?"
Frank rigorously rubbed his temples. He knew what he had to do. It wasn't proper to be a psychologist for a friend. Any doctor knows that any sort of attachment to a patient could be potentially dangerous, and could compromise judgment. However, Frank was curious about Teresa. What level was she in before? Why is she in Dis now? And for that matter, how did she die? But he couldn't ask that. It is very improper, even for good friends, to discuss their death and other things like that. But... he was technically her psychologist... and it was his job.
"Please... take a seat. I need to figure this out." Frank motioned for Teresa to sit in one of the seats in his office. Frank got up from his desk and took his usual spot in the big, comfy chair, opposite to a couch.
She nodded, opting to sit in a comfortable enough leather upholstered chair. She wondered where the furniture had come from, and where she could find a chair like this for her apartment. "So, um...I wasn't expecting to get you for a shrink, to say the least," she said, her brain not really aware of what her mouth was trying to say, a lot more nervous now that she knew the psychologist she was seeing personally.
Frank thought for a long time. He should do what is proper. "I shall get my address book. We need to find you a replacement psychologist," Frank announced, going to shuffle through his desk for a leather-bound book that had seen better days. He sat back down on the chair and flipped through it a bit. He shouldn't let his curiosity get the best of him. He knows he has no right to ask. "So..." Frank stopped looking through the book. "H - How... did it happen?"
“How did what happen?”
“You know… Like… How did you…,” Frank swallowed hard. “How did you die?”
TO BE CONTINUED...