Two days of fic? What is the world coming to?
Title: Meanwhile at the Nuthouse
Pairing/Characters: Marshall Penfield
Rating/Category: PG
Word Count: 208
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, nope.
Summary: Marshall Penfield wakes up and then well… he won’t do that again
For Wolverine_gal who wanted Ian to get in trouble and Charlie to rescue him…
Note: Conference Wives
On Saturday morning Marshall Penfield woke up, stretched and found himself in strange surroundings.
Very strange surroundings.
He stood, looked around the room and found his name on all important items of hygiene and clothing.
However, this was not his home.
This was nowhere he could imagine himself being.
He stepped across the room and tried the door.
It was locked.
He walked to the window and looked out.
He could see the grounds of what seemed to be some sort of medical campus, a hospital, perhaps?
He did not seem to be in any pain, but his memory was failing him.
He did not know how he came to be here or when or why… perhaps there had been an accident.
Perhaps this was amnesia.
Except, that didn’t seem right.
Across the courtyard a man waited for this moment. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“Yes.”
“Movement spotted.”
“Go ahead.”
The sound of breaking glass alerted the orderlies that something had happened in the room. They opened the door and rushed in.
Dr. Marshall Penfield lay dead, a bullet wound in the center of his forehead.
The man in the window across the courtyard called it in. “Target neutralized.”
“Good, proceed with phase two.”
Pairing/Characters: Marshall Penfield
Rating/Category: PG
Word Count: 208
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, nope.
Summary: Marshall Penfield wakes up and then well… he won’t do that again
For Wolverine_gal who wanted Ian to get in trouble and Charlie to rescue him…
Note: Conference Wives
On Saturday morning Marshall Penfield woke up, stretched and found himself in strange surroundings.
Very strange surroundings.
He stood, looked around the room and found his name on all important items of hygiene and clothing.
However, this was not his home.
This was nowhere he could imagine himself being.
He stepped across the room and tried the door.
It was locked.
He walked to the window and looked out.
He could see the grounds of what seemed to be some sort of medical campus, a hospital, perhaps?
He did not seem to be in any pain, but his memory was failing him.
He did not know how he came to be here or when or why… perhaps there had been an accident.
Perhaps this was amnesia.
Except, that didn’t seem right.
Across the courtyard a man waited for this moment. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“Yes.”
“Movement spotted.”
“Go ahead.”
The sound of breaking glass alerted the orderlies that something had happened in the room. They opened the door and rushed in.
Dr. Marshall Penfield lay dead, a bullet wound in the center of his forehead.
The man in the window across the courtyard called it in. “Target neutralized.”
“Good, proceed with phase two.”