Jeepers Creepers (Dr. Sheppard)

[josiah H. Quinn]

Josiah wasn't the type that adapted to new things well. That was an understatement by a long shot. To say that Josiah didn't like change was one of the biggest "no shit" statements of his entire life. He detested change, ran away from it and clung to the stability of a situation for as long as he possibly could. That was the reason he had reacted so badly when he had first been kidnapped. He had fought with his abductor on every small thing that he could, was loud and mouthy and made sure that he attempted to escape in every way he could. Perhaps that was why he had fallen so deeply in love with the man - their everything had always been so passionate, from the way Josiah would scream obscenities at him to the way his face would be broken by the man's fist. Josiah wasn't one to change...but when change was forced upon him, he adapted to it wholeheartedly.

He had fallen madly in love with his captor, something his therapist had called Stockholm's syndrome. But they didn't understand. No one had ever loved him like this man did. No one had ever watched him the way this man did. The very feeling of those dark eyes on him made his skin feel like it was crackling with electricity. Like he could crawl out of his dermis and there would suddenly be a moving replica of him, shaking with the pure feeling that surrounded him because of those damning, sensuous, beautiful eyes. Those eyes aroused him. Hell the very thought of those eyes aroused him and made him want to expose himself for the man that loved him. Made him want to show off his body for the man who had taken him away from a life of religion and the mundane, and given him passion and ecstasy.

The thoughts were enough to arouse him even as he sat in the room waiting to meet his doctor as he'd been informed by one of the orderlies. He glanced around before shutting his eyes and sliding a hand into his pants. Think about those eyes. Think about how they bore into you like lazers. How they scorch your flesh and set your sex on fire with just a simple glance...

Footsteps alerted him of someone approaching but he paid them no mind. He had those eyes on him. And now, there was someone actually there to set off his lizard brain so that the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, much like another part of his anatomy.

"Where'd you get those eyes....?"

[Dr. A. Sherpard]

Drew was lazily sipping at his coffee, the office chair his sat on swaying to sinatra in the background watching the screen, watching young Josaiah who would be his newest patient. Aparently mister Nazi Scientist had given the papers over to reception which was quite rare because they all throught Echardt had no heart for patients but apparently this child was the friend of a families or something, some reverent that Echardt knew through church. The rumors had certainly astounded both Laura and Drew.

The Nazi went to church? Regardless they brushed it aside and Drew had started his watch on the kid, doing his job. Untill a peanut hit against his face, pulling him from his reveries and making him shoot angry eyes at the thirty something blonde behind him just in time for a peanut to hit his face. right on his forehead. Laura moved her hand in front of her mouth, a soft 'oh' attached to little stuttered giggles while her younger brother wiped at his face.

"Act your age. I'm working damn it."
Drew couldn't help but crack a smile. It was good to see her laughing again. It had been so long since he saw the Laura that he remembered. Drew took a sip of his coffee when he noticed Laura's face change and he turned his attention back to the surveilance screen. Coffee burst from Drew's mouth and splayed right across the screen when he saw what his patient was doing.

Laura got to her feet for a closer look hovering closer to Drew's left shoulder, that had ever protectively near her lips in case she needed to burst out laughing again.
"Is he...."
There was bemusement in his sister's voice and Drew jumped up, turning to face her so his back covered the screen.
"Masturbating? Yes he is. It's a healthy, normal response and it's best done privately..."
Drew stuttered, face flushed in embarressment for his patient as he set aside his cup of coffee and dabbed at a stained bit of shirt.

"You're NOT stopping him?! Are you insane? What if he finds a rape victim in our facility or someone who is a rapist and he starts doing tha-"
"ALRIGHT! I'll go stop him... "
Laura had a point. This was not only dangerous for Josiah but also for other victims of sexual abuse. He moved toward the door scooping up a clip board on his way out.
"Laura!"
His sister was predictably glued to the screen.

He knew she was already fascinated by Jo and was staring hard at him so the best option was to get her away from the screen. LHRs never required orderlies but it was better then the embarressment he'd feel at being watched in a room where she'd just watched the begining of a teen porn video.
"Oh front row then. "
She announced excitedly before following him out into the hallway.

They opened the door and Drew moved quickly to grab both of Jo's hands, pinning them to either side of the wall. He sat crouched in front of Jo looking into the male's face, waiting for those lust filled eyes to open at being forciably stopped from reaching the edge and over.
"Mister Quinn. This is not acceptable behavior in the facility. You will refrain for doing anything of the manner at all or you will be restrained and put under orderly watch, is that understood?"
Drew said in his strictest disapproving voice.

Drew tried to ignore the fact that the young man was oozing sexual tension and begging to be relieved of it. He kept his focus from the young man's pants and on his patient's face. It was safer that way. No distractions then...