The Demise of the Annoying Female

[The Mentalist]

(Kay, the stuck between two is Time Lord thing, doesn't happen to humans. Just to clear that up. )

The Mentalist, still torn between his two selves, let a crazed glare reach River. She was on the ground and had tripped over a log in the park. He heard her speak and answered, his voice all crooked. It too was stuck between the two personalities.

"I aM iLL DaM*It! I'VE nEVEr bEEN RIght, uP heRe!"

He tapped the tip of his blade on his forehead, trying not to cut into himself. He then heard her seductive tone and ignored it completely. Her desires had no effect on him right now, the only thing that mattered was him and how he could get out of this trouble. He then heard her ask about his teeth and yelling and it again, reminded him of back home.

He'd done this in front of The Psychologist too.
They'd been in a different room in the institution, in her office. It was such a pretty place. He admired all the books, notes and decoration. The way it was all displayed brought color and life to the room, with order and dignity alongside. She'd trusted him enough to come here, away from the shouts of his fellows and other things that could distract him.

He'd been sitting in the big chair across from her and it had felt nice. It was relaxing as she leaned over her own desk, to grab some papers. She'd chatted away to him, occasionally looking up. Their therapy session was over, but there was still some time left before he had to go back. He'd felt normal in there, just letting her talk away to him, having a normal conversation. The Mentalist hadn't had one of those in a while. She sat upright and scribbled a few more notes, continuing on her story.

"So, she crawls over to me and looks up at me, holding her arms up as if to say, 'Pick me up mommy, I want a hug!' Ah, she's such a sweetheart, my little girl. Being a mother is really something. So what about you then, were you ever a father?"

He'd been smiling up until then. He'd liked hearing about her baby, he could easily see her as a mother. But as she'd said father, something clicked in his head. It wasn't the fact that he'd never been a father, it was more, he had a problem with the father figure itself. Staring at her as she scribbled away, he felt his control slipping away, and he stood up, trying to regain some of it. He stumbled a little across the room, only for her to look up and come over. She'd outstretched a hand to him, trying to coax him back, knowing something was wrong. But he kept staring at her, in a cold sweat, the fatherly mention setting him off. He couldn't deal with that mention, his own father being a sensitive subject. As she came a little closer, she'd noticed a slight flicker in his eyes and his teeth, something was wrong with them too.

It was then he yelled at her. Screamed right in her face, let it ring through the whole building. It was not one of sorrow like the other patients, it was one of pure anger. Everything flowed out of him, letting the scream drag out. He was stuck midway but this time he knew why. As he'd screamed at her, he'd looked in her eyes and seen it. he hated the fatherly figure itself, yet when he looked at her, he wanted to be the father of her little girl and know the normality of life. He wanted to be her other half and the closest thing her baby would have to be a dad. The scream he'd let out was anger at himself. He hated what he wanted. The half that wanted to be the father held on, while the hate of the other tried to take hold.

She'd just stood there and taken the scream, terrified. After he'd stopped she'd whispered something him, still in a huge amount of shock.

"Why did you just shout at me?"

He now screamed at River, shouting the answer that he didn't give The Psychologist. It would make no sense to her.

"YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT I WANT? GIVE IT TO ME! SO I CAN STOP RIPPING MYSELF UP!"

He totally ignored the comment about The Doctor, now stumbling over to River the blade clutched in his palm. He stared down at her, the change in his teeth creating a small pool of blood in his mouth. He let it slide through his teeth before talking to River again, still hung up on his answer to The Psychologist.

"well.. if you won't, then I have to get rid of you and that eliminates my problem. I'll kill you first, then the girl. Then there is nothing for me to want."

Kneeling down next to River, it was clear, he would kill it now. It shone in his eyes.

[The Tenth Doctor]

(now someone has signed up for River's character. I'm waiting to see if that person wants to play River)

[The Mentalist]

(Err. I really don't think they'd want to portray their character the way we do, nor let them die. Just saying...)

[The Tenth Doctor]

(True.....and they haven't logged in in a while....let's finish this thread)

River felt somewhat flattered by the Mentalist's comments and blushed. "You.....you think me tempting....how lovely."

She smiled at him, although she was scared. "You don't have to kill me. You know....I've killed before as well. There are other ways...." She looked at him in her flirtatious manner, hoping that he would fall for her and ditch his plans to kill her.

"Even if you aren't the Doctor, you are a Sweetie."

[The Tenth Doctor]

(waiting for a response from the Mentalist)

[The Mentalist]

(okay, I finally got round to it. )

The Mentalist glared at River, his blade in one hand and the other wiping his mouth. His teeth were still wrong and his eyes were still full of intent. He listened to her, watching.

He saw her blush and her comment after that. His pupils dilated a little, his illusion of River being the Psychologist slipping away. The Psychologist would never say something like that.

He noticed the one sided flirting going on and he felt a little sick. He spun the blade in his hand, playing with it like a child. The man didn't make eye contact with her, but asked her something, still shaken and in a cold sweat.

"well... If I don't kill you, then what do you suggest I do?"

He grinned at her comment, teeth still pointed.

"If you have killed before, then you should know the... rush of taking someones life. I need that rush again.... What do you suggest I do, if I don't kill you?"

He heard her calling him a sweetie and frowned.

"I am nothing of the sort if I have blood on my hands."

The red head glared at her again, absent mindedly twirling the blade. It was his toy.

[The Tenth Doctor]

River looked at the Mentalist and shook her head, "You could use your skills to manipulate people. I get the same rush that I used to get from killing people from tricking them into doing what I want...especially when it came to the Doctor. And exploring....yes....it's quite fun. Then there is the thrill of a relationship. Dating the Doctor..." she smiled at that thought.

Of course she had never really dated the Doctor. This was her mind's fantasy, but she had dated that other Time Lord -- the one that she had seduced and gotten her to teach him how to fly a TARDIS.

"Seducing men is a skill that I have required. It is better than killing people. You could do the same with women....you'd be good at that. You're very handsome."

"You are a sweetie in my eyes, and that is enough. You are a handsome Time Lord..." she blushed at him again, continuing to look at him seductively. She hoped that her flirting would win him over. She really did get a thrill from winning men over like this. She had been disappointed that her tactics hadn't really worked on the Doctor. Instead, he had seemed repulsed by her. River couldn't imagine why. This wouldn't stop her from trying, though.