Jarrod Cross: A Short Story Of Time

As Kandiss smiled and walked away with a book in her hands towards what I would presume to be the rooms, Mr. Matt turned back to me. “C’mon Rachel, you can get an official welcoming in the morning, I’ll show you to your room for now. Miss Cathy and I will be working tomorrow so we’ll be here to get you adjusted with the other patients.”

They arrived in a back room that was only illuminated by a few candles placed around the perimeter of the room. She motioned for him to sit on the single bench in the center of the room, to which he did.

Just the thought of him had Piper shaking her head as she trudged across the boilding blacktop. The man always had his heart in the right place, but he had a knack for being one nosey S.O.B. He truly was a great guy, he’d given Piper every break he could find, and when that hadn’t been enough, he’d gone so far as to set up this meeting with Fynn. Piper knew he’d done it out of kindess, but she was also pretty sure he’d done it out of simply curiosity of what would become of it. The moment Fynn smiled, Piper couldn’t help but hesitate and think “here we go again”. The smile was defiantly chamring, but the red-head had seen just at “charming” could turn into in heartbeat If he was another one of those “just pop a few more buttons on your shirt” kind of guy, she may have to punch him. It was just too damned hot for that kind of shenagins. Thankfully, when she met his eyes, they were nothing like those other guys. These eyes were genuinely friendly, if not a bit nervous. Seeing that bit of nerves in him actually helped to calm her own, it was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who had been dreading this meeting. “Pleasure to meet you.” She said with her own gentle smile, unpeterbed by his sweaty palm, knowing she wans’t much better. At least he had a real grip to his hand shake, some of these men she’d met shook hands like a limp fish, and nothing irriated her more. Srunching up her nose as he mentioned the weather, “Yeah, I never knew hell would be so humid.” Shaking her head, a smile still playing on her lips. Piper had to make a mental effort not to look him up and down, she may not have pulled of the sweaty look all that well, but he sure as hell

“Here?” Dr. Harpo responded in surprise passing back the notepad. Jeff nodded. Jeff scribbled some more sliding the notepad across the desk.

"Ah...hm...Oh! There you are, Mr. Cross. A week...all ready reserved and paid for...You here for the fishing tourney they're having this weekend?"

He easily found his way the clinic although Doctor Juard had just left it. The nurse who had welcomed him asked what his visit was about

When the first patient entered the room, I noticed that he was wearing a hearing aid, so I had to speak a bit louder than usual. I greeted the patient, introduced myself, and asked his name and the reason for him visiting

He sat squashed in his couch cushions, and ticked off a mental list of reasons. He’d recently found out that his wife had been cheating on him for the better part of a year, and that morning a folder of divorce papers came in the mail for him. Vernon was overweight, and he’d had self esteem issues practically his entire life. He’d been stuck in the same accounting job for twelve years, he hated his boss, he hated his desk, he hated his apartment, his clothes, his hair, his glasses, his beard, his furniture, his friends…

Barbra was confused, but made her way to the sofa and sat next to Rarity.

Jarrod was curious to see if his words would shock her, or at least cause the woman to lose her composure a little, with his revelations, as he'd yet see her to do, however Heather was good. Very good. Either that, or she'd heard much worse before from her previous clientele. That was okay with rapist, this was their first session, and there was much more for the Doctor to learn about Mr Jarrod Cross, and what aroused him. His eyes remained locked on hers, and he nodded when she finished and took a deep breath to compose his reply. A faint smile remained on his features, and his body was as still as a statue. "I see." He spoke as the thoughts of an appropriate resonse swirled through his mind, then shrugged as he paraphrased the Psychiatrists words, and attempted to use them against her.

A man walks around the room, straightening the books in a seemingly fluid, casual manner, though he is in fact being hurried. He is dressed in a rich black suit and crisp red tie that provides a striking contrast, but his hair is even more shocking. Although he is very young, it is pure white, combed and styled shortly. His jawline is sharp, his hazel eyes deep-set yet not intimidating, his nose narrow, and he has a wide brow and narrow yet prominent cheekbones. His face falls in and out of shadow, his thin hands turning over the book pages as

It’d been years since I’d seen Jack face-to-face. The past seven decades had not been kind to him, it would seem. When I reunited with him on the docks, mere minutes before our departure for Sudan, I hardly recognized him. His features were haggard, his once-pride worn away by decades of solitude. His cheeks were sallow, his pale brow knitted together in an expression of mournful contemplation. His hair was but a withered shadow of the long, fiery glory it had once been. Tainted with streaks of silver and grey, it was hard to call it red any longer. His tired eyes reflected a near-incomprehensible level of self-doubt and uncertainty. The assured complacency and blaze of enthusiasm that had once burned bright in them was gone,

“I’m doing fine thank you.” answered Judy the office clerk “What can I do for you today Dr.Karev.”

“Sure, c’mon in.” Dr. Bonsary stated. “Would you call me Harry, we’re going to be on board this ship for a long time and calling me doc or doctor seems a bit formal.”

“Hey, Mary! What’s up?” he said enthusiastically with his brows and back lifted, ignorant to the waves of emotions that crashed and drowned me inside. I stood standing while he sat on his chair near his desk. I looked up with a fold forming between the brows, chin still pointing down. As I remained in silent anguish, he soon realized the meaning behind my distressed expression. He soften his voice and asked, “What’s wrong?”