Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:55:48 GMT -5
“Alex… I don’t like this…I don’t like this one bit,” Mason Jones said as he intently watched Marlena on the surveillance monitor in the comfort of his office. Marlena was heavily medicated and lying in the hospital bed in the psychiatric ward, arms and legs restrained so that she wouldn’t hurt herself.
“Hey we didn’t have to do anything, my friend…It’s not our fault that her mind is so fucked up and she doesn’t even realize it,” Alex laughed as he leaned back in high backed executive leather chair, put his feet up on the desk and opened a can of Mountain Dew.
“Still, look at her…. This is not what I had imagined,” Mason said as he stood in front of the monochromatic monitor watching it, watching her. His hatred for her ran deep, but as a medical doctor he felt compassion.
“Who cares, its Julie….who the fuck cares….she totally had this coming Mason…you know that,” Alex said as he watched the monitor and laughed when Marlena appeared to be having another seizure. “Look at her,” he laughed. “Fucking priceless, can I get a copy of this tape?”
“Goddammit, Alex,” Mason said as he swiped Alex’s feet off his desk as he reached for the phone. “Increase the meds 10 cc’s,” he ordered.
Alex and Mason watched intently as the guard and psych tech raced into the room and increased her medications. Within minutes the twitching stopped and she was eerily still. On the black and white monitor she looked lifeless.
“So Mason, does Julie know who you are yet?” Alex asked as he watched his old friend retrieve a can of Mountain Dew from the small refrigerator and open it.
Mason watched the monitor as he responded to Alex. “No, thank god…but I kind of want her to remember me… It will make things more interesting in the long run that’s for sure.”
“Is she crazy?” Alex asked, curious, but not really caring.
“Who knows…does it really matter?”
“No,” Alex laughed as he picked up his can and looked at the ingredients. “Don’t know how you drink this stuff Mason, it’ll kill you.”
“Everything will kill you, you ass,” Mason laughed as he sat down and made himself comfortable. It was going to be a long night.
“So, Mason, I need your help if everything is going to go according to plan…I need you to call Peter tonight and tell him to get his ass on a plane…the clock is ticking down to when the 72 hour old on Julie is over….I need him to perform a wedding ceremony?”
“What the hell did you do now?” Mason asked skeptically as he set down his can and leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his temples.
“The only way to shut her up and keep her silent is if we’re married and she can’t be forced to testify against me…either way its genius and she’ll be the one going to jail, not us.”
“Is she still buying that shit you fed to her years ago about being married?” Mason laughed, amazed at how long Alex had managed to perpetuate this myth.
“For a fucking card carrying member of Mensa and a certified genius, she’s kind of dumb in that regards, entirely too trusting if you ask me.” Alex laughed as he thought back to the night before when he’d forced her to have sex with him saying it was his marital privilege. Dumb bitch.
“What about Black, isn’t she married to him?”
“That’s what’s so fucking genius about all of this…she forced him to divorce her…I planted enough seeds of doubt in that little messed up head of hers…she never even questioned it…just brilliant….I am good.” Alex leaned back in his chair, smiling at the sheer genius of his plan.
“Knowing you, you also probably invoked your spousal privileges with her in the bedroom.”
“Hell yeah, wouldn’t you?…I almost felt bad, but she’s so good…hell you remember what Julie is like in bed.”
“Who would have thought?” Mason said, a pensive look on his face.
“John Black is a lucky man…thankfully after tomorrow I’ll be allowed the occasional conjugal visit with her…it would be a shame to let someone with some many talents in the bedroom go to waste.”
“What a shame it would be…”
“I need your help with this….We’ve either got to convince everyone that she is truly nuts or make sure that she never remembers what really happened….if she only know what’s in her head, what’s been inside her head all along…”
“She can’t…we’ve worked too hard and for too long to have her mess up all of our plans.”
“She won’t say anything…call Peter, I’m going to pay my ‘wife’ a little visit,” Alex said as he got up from the chair and leaned closer to the monitor. Julie was starting to scare him, she barely looked alive.
“Alex, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…besides she’s sedated.”
“So, I’ll unsedate her,” Alex said as he walked over to the medicine cabinet, pulled out a hypodermic and filled it with a powerful amphetamine.
“North, that’s too much…you want to fucking kill her?” Mason warned. “That dosage is too much for her weight…you fucking know that.”
“Are you going soft on me brother?” Alex asked curiously, knowing that Mason once had strong feelings for Julie, but that was a long time ago and too much had happened since then.
“Hardly, she’s more use to us alive than dead…you know that,” Mason replied, trying to convince Alex and himself that Julie meant nothing to him. Why did she still haunt him after all this time? “So, when do you think El Diablo is going to figure out that its her?”
“He’d kill you if he heard you call him that…Hopefully never…I’m hopeful that by laying down enough tracks and roadblocks, he’ll never figure out that Julie is the one, that it’s Julie that they’ve been looking for all along,” Alex said thinking about his plans. If everything went as it was supposed to, he and Mason would be very rich men.
“Why the hell didn’t you take care of her and do this years ago when you had the chance…too much could have gone wrong,” Mason questioned. None of this made sense to him. When he pulled Dr. Marlena Evans’ hospital records a couple of hours before he was shocked to find that she had been living in Salem for at least thirty years. She wasn’t hiding, as everyone assumed that she was, she was living a very prominent, very public life. Alex obviously knew her as Marlena Evans, why hadn’t he alerted him to her location? “I am glad that you called me this time when you realized that she was in Salem.”
“Roman fucking Brady is what happened…He came in and played doting boyfriend and savior to her…goddamn him and his obsessions…Then El Diablo found me and I spent years in that damn camp in Italy where his team tried to get me to tell him what I knew about her and where she was,” Alex said as he recounted his years in solitary confinement. Bats flying all around him, trying to bite him, vermin scattering across the bare concrete floor at all hours of the day and night. All for a fucking woman. The more he thought of how he suffered in her name, the more he hated her. Shaking his head to rid himself of the bad memories he continued, “Lexie Dimera was the one that ironically reintroduced us.”
Mason choked on the soda he was drinking and spit it out all over the desk. “Lexie Dimera? Lexie Dimera as in Stefano Dimera’s daughter? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I couldn’t make this shit up…Seems our dear Julie, now the reformed professional Dr. Marlena Evans, fucked her ex-husband, got knocked up, fell down the stairs and developed amnesia and who did Dr. Carver, also known as Alexandra Dimera, call on for a consultation you ask? Moi.”
“Genius,” Mason laughed as he picked up his can of Mountain Dew and attempted to drink again. Lexie fucking Dimera called on Alex to treat Julie. The irony was outstanding. “So you’ve been here for months with her?” The more important question was why hadn’t Alex called him sooner.
“No, fucking Black got involved and took his precious Marlena away from Salem,” Alex said as he thought back to a year ago when he had her confined at the cabin. He was so close to a break through with her then, if only she hadn’t had called John Black and had a panic attack and hyperventilated. If he hadn’t administered a sedative to her to get her to calm down she wouldn’t have had an allergic reaction. If she hadn’t had an allergic reaction, he wouldn’t have had to call John Black for assistance. If John hadn’t come to the cabin, he wouldn’t have taken her away to his private island. Such as it was with Julie, one event always seemed to set off another chain of events, none of which anyone could predict. “She only came back to Salem a couple of months ago…I couldn’t get to her….believe me, I tried.”
Mason contemplated Alex’s answer, wondering how much truth there was to it. When it came down to it, although they shared a common goal, he didn’t trust Alex one bit. The fact that he knew that she was in Salem for thirty years and never told him really bothered him. Why would he hide that information? Even if he was detained by El Diablo, Mason had received the same training as Alex had and would have been just as effective in getting what he needed. Why was Alex’s motive?
Mason paused for a minute and watched the monitor. Julie was thrashing about in the bed in the midst of another nightmare. “Don’t…leave me alone,” she screamed over and over ago at an unseen and unknown enemy. Turning his head away from the tragic picture he faced Alex. “I saw on her charts that she recently gave birth, whose children are they?”
Alex laughed. “The common belief is that they are John Blacks.”
“Are you saying that they aren’t?”
“Who knows? They’re Julie’s kids, you know how she is…they could belong to anyone.”
Mason laughed. “Well they sure as hell aren’t mine.” He secretly wished they were for so many reasons, reasons he would never share with another living person. “So…why are the kids still in the hospital? I heard some gossip tonight about them in the nurses lounge?”
“It’s a long complicated story… She can blame Black for that…she called me from Black’s island to come and get her….I was almost there, so close…seriously like twenty minutes away, when Black finds out that she called me and he gets her and that fucker Roman Brady off the island and places them in hiding…Dumb ass sent her to Alaska in the fucking winter…not too bright, if you ask me…Julie, being Julie, didn’t bother to tell the asshole that she was pregnant at the time and he was too thick to figure that one out himself…All this is like a tragic Greek comedy in a way…God they amuse me so.”
“Alex…on with your story…you are like the worst storyteller in the world….is there a point to all this?”
“Sorry Earnest Fucking Hemingway… anyway, she’s holed up in the arctic when she goes into labor and can’t get out. Black had to fucking deliver his own kids. I saw stolen copies of the intel photographs…sickest shit I’ve seen in a long time. I about fucking vomited all over the place when I saw how that crazy fucker filleted her…you were the one that wanted to know this pal…anyway, the kids came out a little early…rumor is that Jules was quite the drinker when she was pregnant.”
“Really, I can’t picture that,” Mason said trying to think back over all the years that he had known Julie. She was never a drinker, never wanting to lose control. But, she did have a propensity for self-destruction when pushed to the limit; maybe this was one of those times. “Okay, maybe I can… So what’s wrong with them?”
“Hell if I know…the boy is okay, I think...the girl has had a couple surgeries, something to do with the heart.” Alex had to be careful when it came to the twins. If he was caught visiting or looking at their medical records he might arouse suspicion. If El Diablo knew that those children existed they would be in danger.
“That’s ironic,” Mason laughed and then was silenced by the screams of Marlena on the monitor. “No…don’t do it…No…don’t do it,” she screamed over and over again.
Alex was tired of talking about Julie and knew that their clock was quickly counting down. Neither of them had much time to extract what they needed from Julie before El Diablo found her. Once the 72 hours was up, if she wasn’t truly Mrs. Alex North it would all be over for him and Mason. If she went to the nuthouse or jail, there would be a hearing. Who they had killed and why was of national importance and all the major networks would be there. Forget the OJ Simpson trial. This would be the trial of the century and there would be no fucking way that El Diablo wouldn’t find out that Julie was the one. After all of their hunting, their tracking, their planning, it all came down this. Shaking his head, Alex stood up from his chair. “Enough about them, watch me on the monitor, I’m going to have me some fun,” Alex said as he grabbed the hypodermic needle off of the desk and headed to the door.
“Hey we didn’t have to do anything, my friend…It’s not our fault that her mind is so fucked up and she doesn’t even realize it,” Alex laughed as he leaned back in high backed executive leather chair, put his feet up on the desk and opened a can of Mountain Dew.
“Still, look at her…. This is not what I had imagined,” Mason said as he stood in front of the monochromatic monitor watching it, watching her. His hatred for her ran deep, but as a medical doctor he felt compassion.
“Who cares, its Julie….who the fuck cares….she totally had this coming Mason…you know that,” Alex said as he watched the monitor and laughed when Marlena appeared to be having another seizure. “Look at her,” he laughed. “Fucking priceless, can I get a copy of this tape?”
“Goddammit, Alex,” Mason said as he swiped Alex’s feet off his desk as he reached for the phone. “Increase the meds 10 cc’s,” he ordered.
Alex and Mason watched intently as the guard and psych tech raced into the room and increased her medications. Within minutes the twitching stopped and she was eerily still. On the black and white monitor she looked lifeless.
“So Mason, does Julie know who you are yet?” Alex asked as he watched his old friend retrieve a can of Mountain Dew from the small refrigerator and open it.
Mason watched the monitor as he responded to Alex. “No, thank god…but I kind of want her to remember me… It will make things more interesting in the long run that’s for sure.”
“Is she crazy?” Alex asked, curious, but not really caring.
“Who knows…does it really matter?”
“No,” Alex laughed as he picked up his can and looked at the ingredients. “Don’t know how you drink this stuff Mason, it’ll kill you.”
“Everything will kill you, you ass,” Mason laughed as he sat down and made himself comfortable. It was going to be a long night.
“So, Mason, I need your help if everything is going to go according to plan…I need you to call Peter tonight and tell him to get his ass on a plane…the clock is ticking down to when the 72 hour old on Julie is over….I need him to perform a wedding ceremony?”
“What the hell did you do now?” Mason asked skeptically as he set down his can and leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his temples.
“The only way to shut her up and keep her silent is if we’re married and she can’t be forced to testify against me…either way its genius and she’ll be the one going to jail, not us.”
“Is she still buying that shit you fed to her years ago about being married?” Mason laughed, amazed at how long Alex had managed to perpetuate this myth.
“For a fucking card carrying member of Mensa and a certified genius, she’s kind of dumb in that regards, entirely too trusting if you ask me.” Alex laughed as he thought back to the night before when he’d forced her to have sex with him saying it was his marital privilege. Dumb bitch.
“What about Black, isn’t she married to him?”
“That’s what’s so fucking genius about all of this…she forced him to divorce her…I planted enough seeds of doubt in that little messed up head of hers…she never even questioned it…just brilliant….I am good.” Alex leaned back in his chair, smiling at the sheer genius of his plan.
“Knowing you, you also probably invoked your spousal privileges with her in the bedroom.”
“Hell yeah, wouldn’t you?…I almost felt bad, but she’s so good…hell you remember what Julie is like in bed.”
“Who would have thought?” Mason said, a pensive look on his face.
“John Black is a lucky man…thankfully after tomorrow I’ll be allowed the occasional conjugal visit with her…it would be a shame to let someone with some many talents in the bedroom go to waste.”
“What a shame it would be…”
“I need your help with this….We’ve either got to convince everyone that she is truly nuts or make sure that she never remembers what really happened….if she only know what’s in her head, what’s been inside her head all along…”
“She can’t…we’ve worked too hard and for too long to have her mess up all of our plans.”
“She won’t say anything…call Peter, I’m going to pay my ‘wife’ a little visit,” Alex said as he got up from the chair and leaned closer to the monitor. Julie was starting to scare him, she barely looked alive.
“Alex, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…besides she’s sedated.”
“So, I’ll unsedate her,” Alex said as he walked over to the medicine cabinet, pulled out a hypodermic and filled it with a powerful amphetamine.
“North, that’s too much…you want to fucking kill her?” Mason warned. “That dosage is too much for her weight…you fucking know that.”
“Are you going soft on me brother?” Alex asked curiously, knowing that Mason once had strong feelings for Julie, but that was a long time ago and too much had happened since then.
“Hardly, she’s more use to us alive than dead…you know that,” Mason replied, trying to convince Alex and himself that Julie meant nothing to him. Why did she still haunt him after all this time? “So, when do you think El Diablo is going to figure out that its her?”
“He’d kill you if he heard you call him that…Hopefully never…I’m hopeful that by laying down enough tracks and roadblocks, he’ll never figure out that Julie is the one, that it’s Julie that they’ve been looking for all along,” Alex said thinking about his plans. If everything went as it was supposed to, he and Mason would be very rich men.
“Why the hell didn’t you take care of her and do this years ago when you had the chance…too much could have gone wrong,” Mason questioned. None of this made sense to him. When he pulled Dr. Marlena Evans’ hospital records a couple of hours before he was shocked to find that she had been living in Salem for at least thirty years. She wasn’t hiding, as everyone assumed that she was, she was living a very prominent, very public life. Alex obviously knew her as Marlena Evans, why hadn’t he alerted him to her location? “I am glad that you called me this time when you realized that she was in Salem.”
“Roman fucking Brady is what happened…He came in and played doting boyfriend and savior to her…goddamn him and his obsessions…Then El Diablo found me and I spent years in that damn camp in Italy where his team tried to get me to tell him what I knew about her and where she was,” Alex said as he recounted his years in solitary confinement. Bats flying all around him, trying to bite him, vermin scattering across the bare concrete floor at all hours of the day and night. All for a fucking woman. The more he thought of how he suffered in her name, the more he hated her. Shaking his head to rid himself of the bad memories he continued, “Lexie Dimera was the one that ironically reintroduced us.”
Mason choked on the soda he was drinking and spit it out all over the desk. “Lexie Dimera? Lexie Dimera as in Stefano Dimera’s daughter? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I couldn’t make this shit up…Seems our dear Julie, now the reformed professional Dr. Marlena Evans, fucked her ex-husband, got knocked up, fell down the stairs and developed amnesia and who did Dr. Carver, also known as Alexandra Dimera, call on for a consultation you ask? Moi.”
“Genius,” Mason laughed as he picked up his can of Mountain Dew and attempted to drink again. Lexie fucking Dimera called on Alex to treat Julie. The irony was outstanding. “So you’ve been here for months with her?” The more important question was why hadn’t Alex called him sooner.
“No, fucking Black got involved and took his precious Marlena away from Salem,” Alex said as he thought back to a year ago when he had her confined at the cabin. He was so close to a break through with her then, if only she hadn’t had called John Black and had a panic attack and hyperventilated. If he hadn’t administered a sedative to her to get her to calm down she wouldn’t have had an allergic reaction. If she hadn’t had an allergic reaction, he wouldn’t have had to call John Black for assistance. If John hadn’t come to the cabin, he wouldn’t have taken her away to his private island. Such as it was with Julie, one event always seemed to set off another chain of events, none of which anyone could predict. “She only came back to Salem a couple of months ago…I couldn’t get to her….believe me, I tried.”
Mason contemplated Alex’s answer, wondering how much truth there was to it. When it came down to it, although they shared a common goal, he didn’t trust Alex one bit. The fact that he knew that she was in Salem for thirty years and never told him really bothered him. Why would he hide that information? Even if he was detained by El Diablo, Mason had received the same training as Alex had and would have been just as effective in getting what he needed. Why was Alex’s motive?
Mason paused for a minute and watched the monitor. Julie was thrashing about in the bed in the midst of another nightmare. “Don’t…leave me alone,” she screamed over and over ago at an unseen and unknown enemy. Turning his head away from the tragic picture he faced Alex. “I saw on her charts that she recently gave birth, whose children are they?”
Alex laughed. “The common belief is that they are John Blacks.”
“Are you saying that they aren’t?”
“Who knows? They’re Julie’s kids, you know how she is…they could belong to anyone.”
Mason laughed. “Well they sure as hell aren’t mine.” He secretly wished they were for so many reasons, reasons he would never share with another living person. “So…why are the kids still in the hospital? I heard some gossip tonight about them in the nurses lounge?”
“It’s a long complicated story… She can blame Black for that…she called me from Black’s island to come and get her….I was almost there, so close…seriously like twenty minutes away, when Black finds out that she called me and he gets her and that fucker Roman Brady off the island and places them in hiding…Dumb ass sent her to Alaska in the fucking winter…not too bright, if you ask me…Julie, being Julie, didn’t bother to tell the asshole that she was pregnant at the time and he was too thick to figure that one out himself…All this is like a tragic Greek comedy in a way…God they amuse me so.”
“Alex…on with your story…you are like the worst storyteller in the world….is there a point to all this?”
“Sorry Earnest Fucking Hemingway… anyway, she’s holed up in the arctic when she goes into labor and can’t get out. Black had to fucking deliver his own kids. I saw stolen copies of the intel photographs…sickest shit I’ve seen in a long time. I about fucking vomited all over the place when I saw how that crazy fucker filleted her…you were the one that wanted to know this pal…anyway, the kids came out a little early…rumor is that Jules was quite the drinker when she was pregnant.”
“Really, I can’t picture that,” Mason said trying to think back over all the years that he had known Julie. She was never a drinker, never wanting to lose control. But, she did have a propensity for self-destruction when pushed to the limit; maybe this was one of those times. “Okay, maybe I can… So what’s wrong with them?”
“Hell if I know…the boy is okay, I think...the girl has had a couple surgeries, something to do with the heart.” Alex had to be careful when it came to the twins. If he was caught visiting or looking at their medical records he might arouse suspicion. If El Diablo knew that those children existed they would be in danger.
“That’s ironic,” Mason laughed and then was silenced by the screams of Marlena on the monitor. “No…don’t do it…No…don’t do it,” she screamed over and over again.
Alex was tired of talking about Julie and knew that their clock was quickly counting down. Neither of them had much time to extract what they needed from Julie before El Diablo found her. Once the 72 hours was up, if she wasn’t truly Mrs. Alex North it would all be over for him and Mason. If she went to the nuthouse or jail, there would be a hearing. Who they had killed and why was of national importance and all the major networks would be there. Forget the OJ Simpson trial. This would be the trial of the century and there would be no fucking way that El Diablo wouldn’t find out that Julie was the one. After all of their hunting, their tracking, their planning, it all came down this. Shaking his head, Alex stood up from his chair. “Enough about them, watch me on the monitor, I’m going to have me some fun,” Alex said as he grabbed the hypodermic needle off of the desk and headed to the door.
