Doctor and Patient confidentiality

Disclaimer: I don't own anything only Michael Smith and his family and friends

Summary: Even Dr. Crane can have a special patient that he doesn't harm… well… via Scarecrow anyway…

A/N: Right, technically this is the last flash back chapter however, there will be more flashbacks in other chapters as I would rather spread it out, plus I've been busy lately with stuff so don't have time to write all together, plus I feel it needs to be less cramped together. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Chapter one: I don't deserve this pain, but I do: Part three

WARNING: Slight language from Johnny-boy… he gets a bit… mad when Mickey's around other people… also mentions of self harm up ahead.

thoughts

flash backs

(Michaels POV)

Michael followed Jonathan into the room, he noticed there was something different about him, something about the man seemed darker. Michael glanced around nervously as Jonathan lead him to the sofa to lye on, he stared nervously at the older man who tried to smile reassuringly at him but it ended off seemingly more sinister, he seated himself on the edge of the seat and watched as the doctor walked back over to the door and locked before turning back around and smirking at the younger male, he slowly walked over to him, analysing him with piercing blue eyes that seemed darker than usual.

Kneeling down in front of the boy Jonathan grinned at him, showing of his sharp white teeth, Michael gulped nervously opening his mouth to speak, softly saying.

"J-Jonathan… W-what a-ar-re y-you do-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he lips were being crushed by the older male, his eyes opened wide in shock before slowly fluttering shut as he gave a little moan of pleasure, Jonathan pushed his tongue inside the smaller males mouth, his hand reached up cupping the smaller males face, his other hand rubbing his back as he moved closer to him. After a minuet of this he pulled away, he smirked when the smaller whimpered at the loss of contact. Jonathan stood up still grinning and walked over to his desk grabbing his brief case, he took of his glasses and smiled over at the young man he was looking over at him with a mixture of nerves and curiosity.

"So my darling." His smile turned sinister as his eyes darkened just a bit more; Michael stared at him, wondering if someone else was in the doctor's place. "Would you like to see my mask?"

(Jonathan's POV)

Jonathan growled as he glared at the two boys, cuddling each other, he watched as the taller of the two began leading the smaller male to the passenger side of the car and helped him get in. He wasn't to sure as to where they were both going, but he wasn't going to allow them to get far, first he will follow them, find out who the blonde haired boy was, then find away to get rid of him, no one was going to get in the way!

(Michaels POV)

Michael could only stare as Jonathan began slowly walking over to him, holding up a burlap sack that had eye holes cut out of and a sewed on smile, it reminded him of a scarecrow mask.

"I hope you do like it, as you will be seeing quite a bit of it starting from today, oh, and I would appreciate it my dear, that when I wear this you call me Scarecrow, I mean we wouldn't want anyone finding out that its me behind this mask, now would we?"

He began chuckling at the confused look on Michael's face. Looking back down at his mask, he began messing around with the air filter, making sure it was working probably for what he was going to demonstrate next, not that he was going to do anything to Michael, he admitted he had thought about, but he decided against it, he could tell his Michael feared him already, but just to be on the safe side, he was going to show just how powerful he was. Walking over to Michael, grin never leaving his face, he pulled him and wrapped an arm around the smaller males waist, leading him over to a door that Michael hadn't noticed before, though it was rather well disguised, what with it being the same colour as the walls and having a coat rack with various coats and jackets on it in front of it, it was quite easy to over look if you weren't looking for it.

Moving everything out the way, Jonathan pulled a key out of a pocket from his trouser and unlocked the door…

(Jonathan's POV)

Jonathan watched as the black jeep pulled away from the house that Michael lived in, it's about time, I can see I need to get rid of him, I don't like him being any where near Michael.

Speaking of Michael, looking up at the house he watched as the boy walked into his room, chucking his backpack beside the door before sitting in his desk that faced the window. Jonathan watched with curiosity as Michael went through his desk draw searching for something, he watched as he took something out the door, a beam of light reflected off it from the sun.

Jonathan's eyes widened slightly as he realised what it was what Michael was about to do.

(Michaels POV)

Michael rolled his sleeve up, placing the cool metal against his wrist, and began tracing across, a stream of blood following in its wake.

He took in a small breath of pain, but he had to do it, he deserved, he knew he deserved it. I deserve this, I deserve this, I deserve this, I deserve this…

(End of flashbacks.)

Michael opened his eyes to stare at the white ceiling, he felt his eyes tear up at the sight. Three weeks he had been in the asylum now, he hated it here, the inmates were horrible, the orderlies were horrible, the doctors and nurses were horrible, this whole place was horrible! And Jonathan was… well he didn't know what to think of Jonathan; some days he was really kind and comforting, others he was cruel and rather scary, and others far too intense and demanding.

I hate it here!

I don't deserve this!

… But I do.

A/N: Hey, sorry this took so blinking long to update! I just really couldn't get into this chapter if you know what I mean, though next time I will be more into it. Anyways please R&R. :)