Scaring The Crows

Chapter Fourteen

Jonathan…Scarecrow, wasn't happy. Crow was lying on his desk with a general hatred of everything, grumbling as he threw darts at the ceiling. Jonathan hadn't been seen for almost all of the time I had been gone, and Scarecrow was loving his freedom. It was like he was nearly permanently Scarecrow, and Jonathan was but a mere whisper in the back of Crow's mind. Crow had finally won.

He stared unfazed by his own ragged appearance: his suit was ripped and torn, his hair now just messy, his glasses were always dirty and he just looked tired again. Like he didn't want to sleep. His cheeks were stained with tears, and his eyes dry from where he couldn't cry anymore. The good doctor was nearly no more.

"Well this isn't very fun" he mumbled. Taking a picture from one of the files he tacked it to the wall, instead of the ceiling. A picture of me. "Now that's much better" he grinned, throwing all of the darts at the picture in one go.

Many empty alcohol bottles lay strewn across the floor and he sighed as he kicked some around, looking at the whiskey bottle. "Why is it not never ending?" He grumbled to himself. "I mean, I do enjoy the odd drink every so often and it calms me down. But now it's all gone" he pouted.

I huffed softly as I reached the asylum door and knocked on it three times. My back was aching and I held it with both hands, waiting expectedly for someone to open the door soon. With a sigh of defeat, Crow jumped from his desk and hummed eerily as he walked to the door, opening it slowly.

"Erm, hi…" I swallowed, looking the broken and tired figure up and down as he glared at me. At first his features were stern and full of anger. After he looked at me for a while though he seemed to soften up a bit, as though he felt more comfortable with me. Jonathan was back again, at least for the moment. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw.

"You should come in, especially as you're…" he swallowed, gesturing to my stomach instead of pointing it out. Maybe it was that he isn't like the term pregnant. "Oh, my name's Jonathan by the way" he said, holding his hand out to me. I shook it and blinked. That's why he seemed so special. He was this 'Jonathan' person.

"Oh, Kristie" I smiled, shaking it and blinking as he pulled me inside by the wrist. I cringed and held my stomach as the baby kicked out at me in protest and sat against the wall, breathing slowly. It's what my doctor told me to do if anything like this happened. He watched, unsure as to how to react.

"Everything ok?" He asked calmly, handing me a water bottle. I stool a few sips of it and smiles softly as he helped me up, leading me to what I assume was an office. The name on the door did ring a bell though: Dr Jonathan Crane. I shrugged it off and sat down as he helped me into the office chair, giving him just enough time to take down the picture and the darts.

"Yeah. Sorry, I had to come because I was looking around my bedroom and everything seemed to remind me…of you" I swallowed. It sounded so stupid when I said it out loud. "It sounds stupid but it's true"

"Why? That's not stupid at all, Kristie" he smiled. Despite his outward appearance, he seemed like a nice enough person. "Actually, we know each other. Here, it might help you remember" he smiled softly, handing me a drink. Luckily it wasn't alcohol. I sniffed it just to be sure but he gestured for me to drink it. I swallowed the liquid and winced at the taste. Tastes like crushed up tablets"

"Eugh, this tastes horrible Jonathan" I said, placing the empty glass onto the table. Wait? That was like I…I looked up at him as he smiles and suddenly the memories all flooded back like a tidal wave. I quickly got up from then chair and hugged him as best I could, with my belly and all.

"You don't understand how happy I am to have you back" he smiled through unshed tears, his eyes becoming watery as he hugged me back. "Please don't leave again, I had some sort of breakdown" he sighed, "and it looks like you've been busy"

"My parents basically forced me to get married to this guy. We only got engaged and I was pregnant, and he left me" I sighed. "Now I have to carry this reminder of him around with me all the time" I frowned, rubbing my belly. He sighed. "I mean, I always wanted to be a mum, but I never saw myself pregnant with nobody to stay with me"

"I'm sorry Kristie. I guess he didn't see how precious you really are" he sighed, holding his hand out to me. I took it and watched as he gently stroked my knuckle. "I'll help you look after the baby if you want. Well, that's if you don't still hate me"

"I still have five months left Jonathan" I laughed. "I thought you would know that, being an insufferable know it all. I'm sure it's a commonly known fact that pregnancy lasts nine months. You take a lot of pride in knowing things"

"Shh" he smiled, rolling his eyes. He carefully pulled me closer to him until he was holding me close, my belly pressing against him. I felt myself blush softly as he stroked my hair. "You still smell like apples" he smiled. I swallowed. "Don't worry, I like apples"

"Well that's good enough then" I smiled, kissing him softly.