I'm not crazy (open)

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After her stay in the hospital, and many visits by several people calling themselves psychologists (she didn't even know what that word meant) she was told she was delusional, a technophobe, and racists. But honestly, did these people think her a fool? To think a black woman could be a doctor or even read? These people with their metal carriages and fast lives, and they thought she was delusional! 

Unfortunately they didn't know where to send her, so to an asylum was where she ended up because no Nicole Asher was on any of their records. They wouldn't listen, telling them they simply had to find Mossy Hill plantation and her mother and Father were there! Then they said that plantation was a historical site and it was 2006,  not 1860. 

After fighting them on every turn, she simply started lying to them, telling them what they wanted to hear, maybe she could find someone out of this place to help her. Se wasn't crazy, she wasn't. She was Nicole Asher, daughter of Henry and Maria Asher, born in Georga of the confederacy. She knew her history. She wasn't crazy! 

At least they had a decent garden, she could get lost in her thoughts out here. She folded her hands into her skirts and watched the horizon.  they refused her corsets, so she was forced to keep ace bandage on her wasit, else her back was always hurting her. And no matter how they tried she did not trust these Brasiers they told her about and pants. What lady wore pants? She sighed heavily and brushed her long hair out of her face. She prayed every day God would wake her from this dream. This crazy impossiable dream. 

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"Fitz! Hold on to something! It seems we're making an unscheduled stop!" The TARDIS groaned and shuddered, almost violently rattling the two of them right off their feet. The Doctor surely would have landed ungracefully on his arse if he didn't have such a tight hold of the console. The TARDIS landed and refused to budge. "What is it, old girl? " he calmly cooed as he trailed is fingers over the console.

"Alright then. Care to see what she thought was so important?" he smiled looking to his companion as he smoothed down the silk cravat. He stepped out and looked at their location and The Doctor seemed to freeze. Hospitals. The Doctor shivered as he stood outside the Psychiatric Health Center. Since waking up in a morgue after regenerating, he simply loathed hospitals of any sort. But something was out of sorts here.

"Well. I can not say that I'm going to enjoy this little visit. Are you alright, Fitz?" he inquired, looking over his shoulder. He knew that Fitz didn't have fond memories of establishments such as this either. He plucked the Sonic Screwdriver from his vest pocket and gave it a press and let it give a quick scan. "Vortex Radiation? It's coming from inside. Oh this doesn't bode well. Come on Fitz."

He swallowed down his discomfort of the building and with his usual aire of calm confidence, he walked into the ward. When he was greeted by one of the ward attendants, he smiled flashing a bit of psychic paper.

"Oh.. Dr. Smith? Goodness we weren't expecting a visit from anyone today."

"Oh that's quite alright. I have a habit of dropping in unexpectedly" he chuckled softly. "Tell me. You wouldn't happen to have any patients who are complaining of being in the wrong time era, would you?"

"Oh a fair few, but one of them is giving us quite a bit of trouble. Young American sounding lady."

The Doctor smiled politely and looked over his shoulder to Fitz. "I'd love to meet her. Do you think you could possible.. arrange a meeting for me?"

"Well.. She's in the garden. That's where she spends most of her time now'days. Poor thing." and the nurse led the two through the establishment and opened to door to the garden in the center and motioned to the woman seated beneath the shade of a blossoming cherry tree. "Oh.. and do be careful. She can be a bit.. Excitable. She answers to Nicole. Nicole Asher."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be quite alright. Come along, Fitz." He felt guilty for dragging Fitz along like some loyal dog, as though he hadn't given the man the option to follow him or not. "We'll try to make this quick, yes?"

He approached and stood beside the chair in which she sat and offered a comforting and charming smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Asher."

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"I really do not see what is so pleasant about it," She replied, the accent very thick and very southern. Her flippant attitude was normally good enough to drive off any stray staff who thought to be kind to the crazy lady. She didn't want their sympathy or their knowing doe eyes. She wanted out.

"If you have business I suggest you get on with it sir, I find myself in need to frequent the powder room."

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Ah, good ole mental wards. Fitz Kreiner sighed and dug his hands in his jackets, glancing over to the Doctor. The Time Lord seemed just as nervous as Fitz did. He knew that the Doctor didn't have a good experience with hospitals - he'd been made all too aware of that fact. And his own experiences with mental hospitals... well, his mum, bless her soul, she had always tried to do the best for him.

She'd died when he'd met the Doctor. He glanced up sharply when the Doctor asked if he were okay. "Yeah..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just..." He shrugged. "I was in and out of these places with my mum when I was a kid." He opened his mouth to continue, but shut it. His own past was none of the Doctor's concern, anyway. Fitz was an open book, sure, but he hated telling people that he had to be brought up in various 'homes' because of her.

"Vortex Radiation never bodes well," Fitz said, trying to match the Doctor's deadpan. He smirked and followed the Doctor inside the building, squinting. Everything seemed much nicer than in his memories of them. Of course... this was the 21st century. His mum had been tossed around hospital to hospital in the 1950s.

Dr. Smith? Fitz raised an eyebrow quizzically, but kept the polite smile on his lips as he examined the nurse. As they began to walk towards where this 'Nicole Asher' was, Fitz looked up at the Doctor quizzically. "Dr. Smith? Do they know you? Smith? Couldn't've gone by a more... exciting name?" he chided.

"And yeah, quick, sure. I don't care. Just don't ki--" Fitz cut himself off and cleared his throat. "I don't mind, Doctor Smith. I'm your ever-faithful Nurse Kreiner. Ja? I vill be quite loyal, jaa?" Fitz asked, donning his egregiously awful German accent that got on the Doctor's nerves.

The Doctor greeted the woman, and Fitz hung back, watching the girl. "Afternoon."

The girl retorted, and Fitz barely suppressed a scoff of derision. Oh, please. If she thought she was being rude, she needed to meet Compassion in a good mood. "Frequent use of the powder room? Perhaps you have an issue with your bladder," Fitz responded politely.

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"I don't mind, Doctor Smith. I'm your ever-faithful Nurse Kreiner. Ja? I vill be quite loyal, jaa?"

The Doctor's eye visibly twitched with a grimace upon his face very nearly resembling pain. "Fitz. That.. No.. Just.. No.." he pleaded as he straightened his cravat.

He offered his polite greeting to Nicole, it seemed that the woman was not in very high spirits when she curtly snipped her reply. "Oh I do apologize if we're intruding." He paused as he noted the expression of annoyance on her face. It was unfortunate because she had a rather lovely face.

"If you'll allow me, Miss Asher." He plucked his Sonic Screwdriver from his waistcoat pocket and did a quick scan of her to see if the reading of Vortex Radiation was indeed emanating from her..

"If you have business I suggest you get on with it sir, I find myself in need to frequent the powder room."

The Doctor was about to make a polite reply in regards when Fitz cut in.

"Frequent use of the powder room? Perhaps you have an issue with your bladder,"

"Fitz", he sighed, resting his hand upon his companion's shoulder with a light squeeze. "Do forgive my companion. He's unfamiliar with Georgian turns of phrase. I'm The Doctor. And.. Incidentally, Miss Asher. I believe you"

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"Frequent use of the powder room? Perhaps you have an issue with your bladder."

The thin gangly lad already was under her skin and his comment was enough to distract her from the what-cha-ma-call-it being passed over in her general direction.  'Fitz' thought him self funny did he? Tease the crazy woman, that was fun, was it?  Her jaw clenched and she had half a mind to share her thoughts on the matter. But the older gentleman cut her off, "Fitz - Do forgive my companion. He's unfamiliar with Georgian turns of phrase. I'm The Doctor. And.. Incidentally, Miss Asher. I believe you"

She didn't quite turn her head, more like looked at him suspiciously from the corner of her eyes. He didn't seem to be dressed the like the rest of these delinquents. He looked quite stately in fact.

"What is it you believe sir?" She asked, still not trusting of the man. "That I am a chronic lair? Are you here to 'talk' to me about my hallucinations? If so you can get up, take your rude little boy with you, and leave."

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Fitz stared between the Rude Lady and the Doctor. The Doctor liked to keep him in the dark frequently. It was a habit that the Doctor claimed he was trying to get over, but Fitz saw no signs of improvement or change at all. He knew that the Doctor had mentioned the radiation energy or whatever and that it was coming from the hospital. And that apparently Grouchy Girl was misplaced in time.

Well, he felt like drawling, join the club, sister.

He doubted the Doctor would approve of that little comment. So, instead, he made another snippy quip at her ‘frequent use of the powder room’. The Doctor sighed and squeezed Fitz’s shoulder. Fitz stood a little closer, looking up at him with a crooked smile. Neither the Doctor nor the Grouchy Georgian seemed to be particularly impressed with him.

“Yeah, I have a hard enough time understanding their ‘English’,” Fitz muttered. “Oh, yes, do forgive me. I will have to absent from my usual brand of humor to appease the majesty,” he said, mimicking a curtsy.

“Rude little boy?” Fitz scoffed. “You know, Doctor, maybe we should just let her keep thinking she’s a nutter,” he said. “It’s not like there’s any way she could be telling the truth about being from a different time era in a different country. It’s not like we constantly find people out of the time lines. Really. She must be insane.”

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Audrey flipped through some files in a filing cabinet trying to find the set of files she’d been sent to retrieve, she didn’t mind the fact that half the time Doctors didn’t file their paper work in any coherent order it gave her time to think.

Granted though Doctor Moreau, and no the irony in his name and the fact that he worked at an asylum wasn’t lost on her either, was one of the worse when it came to paper work. Audrey slid the filing cabinet closed with a snap she’d only been able to find a couple of the files for now.
“Well, he’s either going to have to remember exactly where he put them, or come find them himself.” she picked up the few that she was able to find blowing a stray strand of her red hair that had fallen down in her eyes.

Closing the door silently behind her Audrey made sure the door was locked before turning and heading off to find Doctor Moreau; while she walked she went over the files in her hands to make sure everything was there and in order.

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The Doctor rubbed his temples almost irritably as his companion and Nicole bantered between each other. At this rate, it was looking like a cat and dog situation. He cleared his throat and calmly interrupted them. "If you two have quite finished?" His gaze falling on Fitz for a moment. He was well aware that Fitz was simply just trying to defuse the tension, but Georgian upper class ladies from the late 1800's were not exactly notorious for their sense of humor.

"As I was saying. I believe that you are quite sound of mind, if not a bit short of temper. And incidentally, I believe I may be able to help you. What you experienced is called a Temporal Flux. They're not completely uncommon. However.. What is uncommon is that you were displaced from The Americas.. Why were you placed in the middle of London?" The question was more The Doctor musing to himself rather than actually posing her with the question.

It was then he heard someone approaching. He turned to glance over his shoulder, noting the red head who seemed to be looking for someone. "Good evening" he replied rather cheerfully.

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Nicole scoffed at Fitz, if her eyes had been drills she'd have bore holes right through him by now, but at the Doctor's clearing his throat, she turned her attention back to him.

"As I was saying. I believe that you are quite sound of mind, if not a bit short of temper. And incidentally, I believe I may be able to help you. What you experienced is called a Temporal Flux. They're not completely uncommon. However.. What is uncommon is that you were displaced from The Americas.. Why were you placed in the middle of London?"


The woman winced as she found herself slouching and her back muscles spasmed, thankfully causing her to miss his jab at her temper. She straightened her back and took a deep breath wishing once more for a corset, she didn't understand how a corset could be made into a weapon. Perhaps these people were afraid she bring true and proper dress back into the limelight, "I am sorry, did you say... Temporal Flux? What in Gods green earth is that?"

When another woman showed up, she took a deep breath and tried to look pleasant enough, maybe this one would get the hint and leave... Although... she glanced at the man sitting next to her and bit her lip. He honestly seemed to think her in her right mind. She turned her head away fractionally and removed her lips from her teeth to delicately place a finger between her teeth in thought. Perhaps for the time she could play along, that way, she could get out of this house and away from these people. That would be nice, be free of daily visits from the mind doctors and all their pills.

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“If you two have quite finished?” the Doctor said pointedly. Fitz crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows at her as she scoffed at him. He looked back at the Doctor once the Crazy American looked away. The Doctor was staring at him and Fitz shrugged. No, he wasn’t quite finished, but the Doctor wasn’t leaving him with much room for an argument. He stuck his tongue out – alright, maybe a little childishly – at the Doctor.

Fitz cleared his throat as she asked what a temporal flux is. “Well,” he said, drawing it out professionally. “Quite clearly it is a change in the time stream. When an object – in this case, an irritable American – is taken from the spacetime continuum for a variety of reasons,” Fitz rambled, and glanced at the Doctor. “Such as... well, I won’t steal all the thunder,” he said, reckoning he got out of that one with dignity intact.

And then insert gorgeous redhead. Fitz was still a little wary of them after the fiasco with Compassion, but it wasn’t like he was going to see a good-looking lady and not flirt. He wrapped his arm around the newcomer and grinned at her. “Hello, nurse.”

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"Good evening" Audrey stopped looking up from the papers, “Oh, hello.” she started to continue off and find Doctor Moreau but stopped thinking,maybe they’d seen him “Hey, this is gonna sound like an awkward question but you guys haven’t of happened to of seen a Doctor….” she held a hand above her head to show relative height of the guy “about yay tall with the name of Moreau on his name tag..?” Audrey could have always used the PA to find out where he was but asking these people for some reason seemed like a faster option.

Looking over at Lady Nicole she smiled, Audrey didn’t think the woman was as crazy as the Doctors at the hospital had made her out to be so she thought she was a Lady from the 1800’s if she wasn’t a danger to herself or others why not let the woman be happy “Lady Nicole do you need anything?” Audrey didn’t know if these two men were friends of hers or not so she figured it was probably a good idea to ask in case they weren’t.

Her eyes twitched slightly and raised a eyebrow as Fitz wrapped his arm around her and started flirting, now normally she’d let it slide but eh, why not “Darling, were your arm is right now are you aware I could break at least… she twitched her fingers a little mentally picturing the structure of the human arm “About, two bones and then dislocate your shoulder.” smiling a little “But you’re welcome to tempt your fate.”

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"I am sorry, did you say... Temporal Flux? What in Gods green earth is that?" 

The Doctor was going to rather politely say that it was a complicated matter. He figured that Nicole was under enough duress without having a load of futuristic jargon thrown in her face. Fitz, however, rather cheerfully decided to fill her in with terms that a woman from the 1800's couldn't possibly... Well His mother, Penelope had grasped it just fine. Perhaps this Nicole had an open mind. At least, one could only hope.

“Quite clearly it is a change in the time stream. When an object – in this case, an irritable American – is taken from the spacetime continuum for a variety of reasons,.. Such as... well, I won’t steal all the thunder,”

The Doctor chuckled softly and reached into his pocked ant produced a bit of candy and tossed it into Fitz's mouth much like a pleased owner with a well trailed dog and reached to ruffled his fingers into Fitz's hair. “Good boy. Pleased to see you have been listening. And here I thought all my talks of space time fluctuations and improbabilities were boring you.” He teturned his attention to Nicole and dropped politely down onto one knee at her side and gently took her hand in his. After all, even without the Time Lord factor, what was he but an eloquent gentleman?

“As Fitz was leading up to, for some reason, you have been displaced. And it's my job to find out why. So.. What say you? Come with me and see if we can get you home?” he offered dotting a simple kiss to her knuckles before releasing her hand and greeting the redhead who had entered the garden.. Fitz, of course, made short work of shmoozing his way over to the young woman who had entered.

“Eh, Fitz, I wouldn't..”

“Darling, were your arm is right now are you aware I could break at least…  About, two bones and then dislocate your shoulder... But you’re welcome to tempt your fate.”

“Alright, alright, children, let's play nicely, shall we?” He squinted slightly at the redhead. He seemed familiar and yet, he knew he never met her before. She distinctly reminded him of Ace. ”Something tells me we should be leaving soon. I have a feeling we might soon be wearing out our welcome. And I have a feeling we may be having some unwelcome company soon. Miss Asher?” he smiled to her, offering his hand to her to assist her to a stand, but there was a hint of urgency in his voice that only Fitz would have been able to detect. He paced in place somewhat impatiently... Something was coming.

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Nicole frowned at all the hub-bub that surrounded her. She grown accustomed to the daily visits of the staff, but this.. this was different. Her eyes traveled from one person to the next, from Fitz; arguably the most annoying man to date, to the Doctor and then to the young woman. Her eyes eventually settled on this Doctor fellow. As she studied him, from the moment he knelt down next to her and lay kisses to her knuckles to the moment he stood up offering her hand, she realized there was no deception in his voice or eyes. They were kind eyes, warm eyes, the kind of eyes she saw in her grandfather. Although she highly doubted the man could be more than in his 30's.

She eventually stood and inclined her head to the young woman and then to the Doctor, "Well, if you do have a way of getting me home... I would be most grateful. I'm sure that I can put up with a few more minor annoyances until then," She smirked at Fitz, "Although I must ask, you wouldn't happen to know where a lady could purchase a proper corset do you? I know it is an odd request, but my back aches something awe full"

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Fitz caught the candy in his mouth and rolled his eyes. He leaned into the Doctor as he ruffled his hair. “Bark bark,” he said drily, sucking on the candy. He was feeling quite content both from the Doctor’s praise and the candy. “Yes,” he said modestly, looking down at his fingernails. “Sometimes I do keep up.” He refused to admit he’d just been reciting nonsensical jargon. He crossed his arms as the Doctor kissed her knuckles and muttered something that sounded like ‘kiss-ass’.

He slung his arm over the woman with a bright smile which flickered out of existence as she threatened to break it. He stared at the Doctor as the Time Lord told him to play nicely. He let go of her and crossed his arms. He’d never understand women – the Doctor could kiss them and they would fawn over him, but heaven forbid Fitz try to be friendly. He let out a small ‘hmph’ noise. He was beginning to feel vaguely bullied.

He only glanced back to the Doctor when he noted the sort of weird calm nervousness that only the Doctor seemed capable of pulling off. “Unwelcome company?” he echoed, tilting his head curiously. He wasn’t trying to question the Doctor, but no one else seemed to have noticed the ominous wordchoice. Fitz opened his mouth to ask another question when, speaking of unwelcome company, the hateful American made another jab at him. His eyes narrowed and he felt a hot flush of anger.

“I can think of a few places I’d like to shove your bleeding corset,” Fitz said shortly.