I Own Anything That Stephenie Meyer Does Not... Like Corn Pops!

Morbid Curiosity

Session One

"I started drinking when I was seven, and smoked since I was ten." The pale blond girl said, leaning her head back on the leather couch. "I don't know why. I think I started when my Mom died. My Dad was already dead, and those fucking idiots put me in with my Step Dad. He didn't know how to keep his hands to himself, you know?" She looked at me, her filmy eyes running the length of my body.

"No, Lauren, I don't. Like I've told you before, I'm not like your Step Father." I reminded her in a gentle voice.

"Like Hell you're not." She smirked. "You get the girls in here. They open up to you, and you open them up the rest of the way on your couch."

"Lauren, you just won the right to visit me in my office. Please don't make me take that privilege away."

"You can't take anything away from me. He took it all." She said bitterly, glaring at the gold carpet. "That's why I did it."

My head rose off of the desk, and my doodling ceased. "What was that?" I asked.

"It's pretty obvious. I killed Greg because he raped me. It's not rocket science." She said, leaning back, and spreading her legs slightly. "No matter how sick it makes me feel, it still felt... good."

"I think that's all for today." I muttered as her hands began to wander down her torso.

"Mm mm." She moaned. I quickly got to my feet and through open the door to my office. Felix, the guard on duty, came in, and walked quickly to her side. He took her arm gently, and pulled her off of my couch. "LET GO!" She screamed, and pulled away from him. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME YOU BASTARD!"

Felix pulled her arms together as another guard came rushing in. I took my place behind my desk, and pulled open my laptop as Lauren was taken out of my office. The door shut after the trio, and the screaming abruptly stopped. My fingers flew over the keys as I pulled up Laurens file.

Lauren Malory

The patient is experiencing delusions. Her list of offenses seems to grow and grow with each session. Some times she talks about killing her mother, sometimes her father. Lately she has been talking about her step father raping her. His name is ever changing IE; Greg, Phil, Lenny. In our recent session, she told me that she killed her step father for raping her.

A background check was done. Lauren Malory's parents died in a car crash, and she was put into foster care. The evidence states that she was abused by her boyfriend. Her offenses still remain as arson and insanity is clear. No murder charges have been added.

She has been placed back into the psychiatric ward for dangerous behavior.

I pressed enter, leaned back in my chair, and dropped my head into my hands. The sad part was that I had had worse sessions with Lauren. Much worse.

"Dr. Cullen?" Anna asked. I lifted my head, and met her eyes. She smiled, and brushed her hair from her eyes. I wanted to warn her so badly to get out while she still could. Of course I couldn't. We needed interns who had the promise of becoming full time doctors.

"Yes Anna?" I returned the smile, even though it was forced.

"There's a new patient down in the psych ward. She won't talk to anyone." Anna said, angling herself so she was showing her good side. As a psychologist I knew what she was doing. Her brain had picked out that I appeared attractive to her, so she was thinking that I would return the feeling if she provided me with cheap and shallow sexual exploitation.

"I'll be right down." I smiled, and shut my Mac book. She turned around, and sauntered out of my office in a slightly awkward exhibition of her backside.

It took me less than a minute to pack up and lock my office. I would check up on this patient, then go over to my brothers house for dinner with him and his wife. It was an occasion that I looked forward to, and at the same time dreaded.

At the door to the questioning room I smiled at Tyler. He smiled back, and then repeated his mantra. "No sharp objects, music players, cell phones, or ties."

I took off my tie, and gave him my car keys and blackberry. He smiled, handed me the patients charts on a rubber clipboard, and buzzed the door open. I entered behind the patient, and slowly made my way around her.

The patient had short black hair, small pixie like features, bone white and flawless skin, with somewhat crazed blue eyes. All and all, she was beautiful, but beauty meant little to me. I sat down in front of her, and folded my hands in front of myself.

"Hello-" I looked at her chart, "Alice."

She quirked her head to the side, but said nothing. My brow furrowed. I hated unsolved puzzles, especially when all of the pieces weren't there. Her chart said she was a ranter, and that she was found in a dinner writing 'predictions' on the bathroom walls in her blood. That was evident from the stitches on her arm. Other than being found, no one knew where she came from. She called herself Alice, but never said her last name.

"Alice, I'm Doctor Cullen. You can call me Jasper... if you want to." I said evenly. She blinked once, and straightened her head. "Would you like me to tell you a bit about myself, or would you like to tell me about you?"

She smiled, and laughed once, before her face blanked. "You." She said quietly. Her voice reminded me slightly of ringing bells, just from that one word.

"Okay." I replied, and tucked my chair in a little more. "Well... I was adopted when I was ten by my Mom and Dad, Esme and Carlisle, with my twin sister, Rosalie. When I was seventeen I registered for the army, and was stationed in Afghanistan." Alice stiffed suddenly, but then relaxed. "I was sent back after I dropped my gun and shot myself in the foot. They would've kept me, but they looked into my records more thoroughly and found out I was too young." I smiled, and leaned back. "I was this close to going to jail, but my Mom knows some pretty good lawyers."

"That must be nice." Alice said in a low tone. She didn't seem hostile.

"It is. She's the one that forced me into medical school. My Dad's a surgeon." I added.

"How many siblings do you have?" Alice asked, leaning forward. Her hands began to slide under the table. I shot one hand out, and kept them still. She looked at me in shock. Her skin was so cold.

"I'm sorry." I said taking my hand off of her. "You have to keep your hands on the table." She nodded. "And I have two, plus a brother-in-law and sister-in-law."

"What are their names?" She asked.

"Well, Edward is my adoptive brother, and Rosalie is my real sister. Edward is married to Bella-great girl-and Rosalie is getting married to Emmett-big, yet lovable, goof." I answered. She smiled, and chuckled a little. It was odd... she didn't seem insane. In fact, she seemed very nice. The kind of girl I would bring home to Carlisle and Esme.

"Are you married?"

"No, I'm not married." I said with a head shake. She seemed to relax even more. "How about we talk a little bit about you."

"There's not much to talk about." She sighed. "You're more interesting."

"I'm not sure about that." I chuckled. "And I'm here for you, you're not here for me." She smiled slightly.

"Fine." Alice said, leaning back. "My name is Alice, I have one sister, and I'm twenty two. How old are you, Jasper?"

"Really? What's your sisters name?" I asked, ignoring her last question.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "How old are you?"

"Why don't you know?" I pressed.

"I don't know a lot of things." Alice replied. "Like why you're ignoring my question."

"I'm ignoring them because your questions are a dominance strategy. By having me answer to you, you feel empowered. It's my job to not let that happen."

"Not let what happen? Have me feel powerful?" She asked. Her hands were folded like mine on top of the desk, though they looked at least three times smaller. To my disdain I found that her bone white skin matched mine. I frowned, and looked up at her expectant face. She really was pretty...

"No. I don't want to be over run." I answered truthfully. "How can I make you better if you're the one in charge?"

"It depends. Why do I have to get better?"

"I can't answer that." I said evenly. One of her eyebrows arched somehow gracefully.

"Why not?" She demanded.

"Because I don't know what's wrong."

She smirked at me, and lowered her head. I sat in silence for a moment. She didn't move. Not one small limb budged. Her still form reminded me uncomfortably of a mannequin.

I knew that I had said the wrong thing. It was clear that I wasn't going to get anything out of her. I slung my black work bag over my shoulder, and shoved my Mac book into it.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Alice." I said, and stood up.

"NO!" She screamed, and grabbed my hand.

Her grip was like ice, and strong enough to pull me back down into the chair. The buzzer over the door rang out, but the screen locked, and the guards couldn't get in. I didn't want to hurt Alice, but I patients had tried to kill me before. I knew how to incapacitate her, but she was so small. I wouldn't be able to do it.

"Alice, let go." I said calmly, meeting her eyes with a stern expression. I was surprised to find that she was crying.

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE! STAY, PLEASE!" She screamed. "DON'T LEAVE YET! STAY! YOU HAVE TO STAY UNTIL SIX! DON'T LEAVE UNTIL SIX!"

"Okay, okay." I said soothingly, and slowly pried her fingers from my arm. "I won't leave the hospital until after six."

Alice relaxed, and slowly let go before slumping back into her seat. "Thank you." She whispered.

The door opened, and the guards came rushing in. I didn't pay attention as they checked my arm, and took her out. She didn't scream like all of the others. She went silently with a smile on her face.

Anna raced into the room, and started cooing nonsense in my ear. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Alice even after she was gone.

"I'm fine." I said finally. "Please, just let me get back to work."

Like always, they listened to me, and the crowd of doctors dispersed.

Shaken, I grabbed my things from Tyler, slowly made my way to my office, and unlocked the door. It was five thirty, and I had a half hour to kill. Oddly enough, I was going to listen to her. It was a basic rule to not take advice from patients, but what harm could staying an extra half hour do?

The fact was that I was avoiding dinner at the McCarty's until the least possible moment, but I knew that they would wait for me anyways.

I called Rosalie and told her that I would be running a little late. she scolded me for being a work addict, but I brushed it off. And then for the next half hour I played minesweeper on my laptop. I hadn't gotten much from my session with Alice other than her outburst at the end, so I had to wait to start her file. Anna had said that she hadn't been talking... that was something, but it could have been insignificant. Most females were comfortable around me. Too comfortable. That was why I worked at a female mental hospital.

The weird thing was that other than being dominant, Alice seemed pretty normal. I would have to work on her. It frightened me that that thought thrilled me.

I was just packing my laptop away when my phone rang.

"Jasper?!" Rosalie's teary voice asked.

"Yep, what's wrong?" I replied, inattentively. She tended to call me tearful whenever she got mad at Emmett. She had never realized that as Emmett's best friend I rarely felt the urge to kick his ass for making my twin cry.

"Oh thank God!" She cried, and started to laugh, and breathe heavily.

"What's going on? Have you finally cracked?"

"No. I'm just glad you're still at work." She said, somewhat giddy.

"I've been pretty busy." I grinned, even though she couldn't see it. "Why? What happened?"

"There was a twenty car pile up on highway 32. No survivors. It would have been about where you'd be if you left work at the normal time." She said, now literally giggling. "Hey! Guys! He's still at work! Jasper's all right!" She called away from the phone.

Her next words were lost, as was the rest of the conversation. I had dropped the phone, and fallen back into my chair. Alice was right. If I would have gone home I would have gotten into the crash, and died.

Alice had saved my life. But how?