My Dear Doctor

Chapter II

(A/N:
Hello peoples. I am terribly sorry for the long, long, long wait, but it is here. And I made it extra long to try and make up for that wait.

Note: there will be some mild swearing.)

Micheal patted himself down. It seemed the outfit was certainly alive, as evidenced by how it forced itself onto him, but it still retained the exact look and feel of an old leather coat. On some level he was glad his shock and fear had been suppressed. He might have died right then and there. However, he was very concerned about having someone reading his mind.

Natasha seemed to sigh in his head. Then she spoke, "Listen. I know that this is a lot to take in, and that you have concerns over this whole situation. But, I need you. I need your help. I cannot live without a partner."

Michael flexed his gloved hands. "So you need me in order to be alive? Do you take over my body or something? Make me lose my mind?!" His breathing was picking up quickly, imagination running wild with all of the horrible possibilities.

"No... NO! Not at all. You keep your body and mind. You can see it as me being a passenger. Please calm down!" She responded. Marx forced himself to sit down in his chair and take deep breaths. "So I don't have to worry about you taking me over?"

Dr. Greene replied in his mind, "Goodness no! If anything, your well-being is one of mein top priorities." She seemed to be getting a little desperate to get him to trust her. After all, Natasha had no intentions to do any harm.

On the contrary, she actually did have his best interests in mind. She would also need to learn about this new world. Things must have changed while she lay hidden.

Michael stared at his gloved hands and tried to remove the gloves. They felt normal until he attempted to remove them. When he trued they seemed to tighten to his hands and get stuck on. "You seemed to melt over me. Can I even take you off?" She almost immediately responded, "Yes, you can take me off. You have nothing to worry about."

He nodded to himself, relieved. Several minutes of awkward silence followed, each waiting for the other to make a move.

Eventually, Michael glanced at the glowing red letters of his alarm clock on his desk across the room. It read 1:43 AM.

Standing up once more, he spoke to Natasha, "Listen, it's very late, and I need my sleep. Which means I need you off now." The outfit abruptly tightened as she spoke in his mind. "Please. I need to stay on you for now to gain energy. You will be able to take mr off by morning, I promise."

Not really seeing a way around it, Michael lay down on top of his covers in the 'living' plague doctor outfit. "I do hope you realize how strange and downright disturbing this is for me." Michael said.

She replied with, "I am aware that this is far from natural, but I want this to be a healthy partnership. Once again I must offer mein thanks for allowing me to stay." However, before she had even finished, Marx was asleep.

Michael was laying on a hill in the middle of a field under a lonesome tree. The sky was a perfect, deep blue. There were a few fluffy, white clouds slowly drifting across the sky. It was quite peaceful.

Eventually he sat up and looked around. Far away to his right there was what appeared to be a castle, and to his left...

He froze as soon as he caught sight of what was there. Laying there staring at him was the plague doctor outfit, but the parson was more feminine in shape. They sat up as well and trained their attention out across the field. "This was my home in what you now call Germany." She turned her gaze back to him. "You have no idea how much it means to me that you agreed to this. To being mein partner. I have had many others in the past reject me, but not you." A white dot of light appeared behind each of the black lenses of her mask. They seemed to glow with a content light. Michael was still a little worried about something.