A Method to my Madness [2/5]
Title: A Method to my Madness
Author:
localjoke
Rating: PG to NC-17, this chapter being PG-13.
Pairing: Ryden sprinkled with Joncer, Gabilliam, and a few others.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: Officer Jon Walker finds his day filled with an interesting interrogation when they save Brendon Urie, a film student at a local school, from jumping off of the Bay Bridge.
Disclaimer: While this story is based something that I've heard actually happened, I do not own the characters what so ever.
Beta: the ever lurkingunderthehero
Author Notes: Based on a story of a local kid mixed with the Spill Canvas song Natalie Marie and 1cc. Thanks to anyone who reads, it's appreciated. I'll try to update it every Saturday, if possible. Also, my apologies to all of those who commented! I was visiting family for New Years so I couldn't reply as soon as I would have liked. IP logging is off and I'm home for now! Thank you for all of your kind comments!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The room fell silent again as Officer Walker tried to make sense of the story he was being told. The way that the kid told the story he didn’t seem to have multiple personalities and, even if he had them, most schizophrenics never let their personalities interlock with one another. There were instances he had read about in his psychology class where the personalities were aware of one another and even communicated, but the people who were involved were more psychotic than Brendon appeared to be. Jon wasn’t sure if he should be wary of the kid because he could be dangerous or try to figure out what else could explain ‘Ryan’ and how he ‘Wasn’t real’.
“Shane was your best friend?” He asked curiously, earning a nod from the stranger whom had slipped back into his prior silence again. He seemed tired but they couldn’t let him leave just yet. “Was he Ryan?”
Brendon’s eyes shot up to Jon, angry and hurt by the accusation. “How dare you? Shane was the only person I could trust.”
“Sometimes people close to you can betray you.” Jon stated, trying his best to sound warm about it. “But he wasn’t that type?”
“God, no.” Brendon said, eyes falling back to the table as if he was slipping back into the memories again.
In the other room Vicky was growing impatient; she’d always been that way. Suarez looked on like it was public television to him, waiting for them to arrest the suspect and throw him in a mental ward until he was no longer a danger to himself. Anyone who wanted to jump off the San Francisco Bay Bridge was a danger to themselves, end of story. It could have been the heat of the small room they were in that made them so negative, or maybe they were angry for feeling sympathy toward someone that tried to jump off of a bridge, but something was beginning to wear at their nerves.
Vicky walked over to a mini fridge that sat off to the side of the room, pulling out a bottle of water for herself. “I take it Spencer’s not coming back for a while.”
Alex reached over and snatched the water bottle with a smile, unscrewing the lid. “No way,” He took a drink as Vicky glared at him. “An officer removes themselves from a case when they feel emotionally connected. It’s just logical.”
She returned to the mini fridge to grab another water bottle, this time staying out of Alex’s reach. “Would you be up for sharing the story with me, so no one gets written up for not being present?”
It was a tricky move to pull on someone, but Victoria Asher had always had a way of getting to the bottom of things when she had to. It was the way she was raised, the way her father had trained her to be, and Alex stood no chance against her if he said no. Yes was always the correct answer with her.
“It was a couple of years ago. Spencer’s friend had been having these delusions that he was dating some guy,” He began, taking another drink from the bottle as he watched Brendon through the tinted glass. “He and Spencer were supposed to meet him, but he made up a false address to accompany the false person he’d come up with. Went crazy when they got there and his imaginary boyfriend wasn’t around and attacked Spence, saying it was his fault and he’d lied to him the entire time. Spence had to knock the guy out to get him off and drove him to the crazy house. The doctor told him he was a schizophrenic.”
Victoria fell quiet, finding her eyes locking on Brendon as well for some reason. “That’s really fucked up.”
“Yeah,” He started, turning to the woman who now stood beside him. “Let’s hope this one doesn’t go crazy and try to hurt Jon or I’ll take him out myself.”
With that Alex walked out of the room to take a break, leaving Victoria to pay attention to the made-for-TV movie paying on the other side of the glass. The story had tugged at her the wrong way and she hoped that this kid wasn’t as crazy as Spencer’s friend had been – or worse things would happen to him.
“After that I started paying attention to Ryan all the time, I didn’t care about school or working on films anymore.” Brendon admitted dryly, tasting how bitter that choice had been on his tongue. “I thought that after all of this time I’d met the one person that was right for me and I didn’t care about anything else.”
Jon had managed to sneak in a pad of paper and a pen, writing down interesting pieces of Brendon’s story. It had been a year since he’d stopped his therapy to become an officer of the law, but this case wasn’t like the others had been – this wasn’t a black and white good or bad guy story, it was something deeper and in need of analyzing.
“Did you drop out of school?” He asked, looking up from his notepad to look at Brendon clearly when he replied.
“No. Almost. It’s a long story.”
“Brendon,” He stated, setting the pen and paper down in his lap. “I’m here to listen. Tell me what happened.”
A few months after Ryan showed up in his life Brendon had become obsessed with him to an unhealthy level. When people would ask him about the future he’d always mention him and Ryan ending up together, how many dogs they would have, where he and Ryan would go on vacation after his first big film. Shane knew that it was unhealthy and reminded Brendon constantly that he still hadn’t met the man, but Brendon told him that they didn’t need that to be in love – love ran deeper than physical interaction. They even began to talk over aim as a means of contact every night, just for the speaking to one another. Ryan was a party kid with a hard life, a kind heart and an open mind which was more than he’d found in most people.
Even though he had not met Ryan just yet he felt like he should thank his roommate for hooking him up. It seemed easy enough until the day he actually brought it up to Gabe.
They were in the kitchen and Gabe was making some food between rapping with whatever 90’s hip hop he was listening to so, naturally, Brendon slipped in and leaned against the counter with a grin on his face. It took the other man a few moment before he finally noticed his roommate there – taking out one of his ear buds with a curious look on his face.
“What’s with the grin?” He asked, nodding toward Brendon before turning back to his food preparation. “This isn’t about that set up I was supposed to make is it?”
Brendon was about to speak but the word ‘supposed’ hit him the wrong way, smile fading into a blank stare. “Supposed to? You didn’t hook me up with Ryan?”
Gabe turned away from his food, laughing softly to himself for a moment. “I’ve never met a Ryan. Must be a creepy stalker who found your number on facebook.”
“Gabe, this isn’t funny.”
Gabe shrugged. “Who’s laughing?” He said, slipping his ear bud back into his ear.
Brendon’s face was twisted in complete confusion, trying to make sense of the conversation – maybe Shane was right to worry. It was in that instant that his heart sank to his stomach; Ryan had lied to him and he had let himself be blinded enough by the lie to see any possible flaws. Slowly he proceeded back toward the bedroom, reaching for his phone to call the person that had lied to him. Ryan.
The phone rang a few times and he waited patiently, trying to think of what he’d say when his prior love interest picked up. Before he could for a thought someone picked up on the other side of the phone and hung up quickly, causing Brendon to frown. Again he called the number, same problem occurred. After three tries the calls when to voicemail which, oddly enough, was the automated woman saying the person was not available – so he left a message.
“Look Ryan, I just talked to Gabe and he said he doesn’t know you. I don’t know what you’re getting at or how you got my number, but I want answers.”
Inside his chest rage began to build, a heat surging though his chest and, before he knew what had happened, his phone was flying across the room and hitting the carpet hard. He laid back against his bed and huffed, mind racing with more thoughts than he knew how to process, before sitting up again and grabbing the nearest hoodie that he could find, his keys and his phone to go out on a walk.
"After that my grades went down the drain." Brendon spoke to the quiet room as Jon scribbled in his notepad. "I just couldn't focus. Ryan never called me or sent me texts after that and things just went on a downhill spiral."
Jon had a look on his face that was sympathetic, but hurt all at once. Deep inside his heart ached for the poor boy, but there were so many pieces to the puzzle that still didn't fit right. Gazing up to the clock he noticed they'd been at this for a few hours now, sighing and looking across the table to Brendon.
"I can't release you, but do you want something to eat?" He asked gently, offering the college student a hopeful little smile. "It'll probably help after your bridge incident and the precinct has fairly decent turkey and swiss."
Brendon looked down at his hands, toying with them shyly for a moment before nodding. "Please, that would be great."
Jon nodded and made his way out of the room, leaving Brendon alone to shake in what he thought was complete privacy - unaware that Victoria was on the other side of the glass, determined look on her face and eyes scanning him. In her mind, this kid was just a ticking time bomb waiting for his release to head right back to that bridge again and jump.
Author:
localjokeRating: PG to NC-17, this chapter being PG-13.
Pairing: Ryden sprinkled with Joncer, Gabilliam, and a few others.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: Officer Jon Walker finds his day filled with an interesting interrogation when they save Brendon Urie, a film student at a local school, from jumping off of the Bay Bridge.
Disclaimer: While this story is based something that I've heard actually happened, I do not own the characters what so ever.
Beta: the ever lurking
undertheheroAuthor Notes: Based on a story of a local kid mixed with the Spill Canvas song Natalie Marie and 1cc. Thanks to anyone who reads, it's appreciated. I'll try to update it every Saturday, if possible. Also, my apologies to all of those who commented! I was visiting family for New Years so I couldn't reply as soon as I would have liked. IP logging is off and I'm home for now! Thank you for all of your kind comments!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The room fell silent again as Officer Walker tried to make sense of the story he was being told. The way that the kid told the story he didn’t seem to have multiple personalities and, even if he had them, most schizophrenics never let their personalities interlock with one another. There were instances he had read about in his psychology class where the personalities were aware of one another and even communicated, but the people who were involved were more psychotic than Brendon appeared to be. Jon wasn’t sure if he should be wary of the kid because he could be dangerous or try to figure out what else could explain ‘Ryan’ and how he ‘Wasn’t real’.
“Shane was your best friend?” He asked curiously, earning a nod from the stranger whom had slipped back into his prior silence again. He seemed tired but they couldn’t let him leave just yet. “Was he Ryan?”
Brendon’s eyes shot up to Jon, angry and hurt by the accusation. “How dare you? Shane was the only person I could trust.”
“Sometimes people close to you can betray you.” Jon stated, trying his best to sound warm about it. “But he wasn’t that type?”
“God, no.” Brendon said, eyes falling back to the table as if he was slipping back into the memories again.
In the other room Vicky was growing impatient; she’d always been that way. Suarez looked on like it was public television to him, waiting for them to arrest the suspect and throw him in a mental ward until he was no longer a danger to himself. Anyone who wanted to jump off the San Francisco Bay Bridge was a danger to themselves, end of story. It could have been the heat of the small room they were in that made them so negative, or maybe they were angry for feeling sympathy toward someone that tried to jump off of a bridge, but something was beginning to wear at their nerves.
Vicky walked over to a mini fridge that sat off to the side of the room, pulling out a bottle of water for herself. “I take it Spencer’s not coming back for a while.”
Alex reached over and snatched the water bottle with a smile, unscrewing the lid. “No way,” He took a drink as Vicky glared at him. “An officer removes themselves from a case when they feel emotionally connected. It’s just logical.”
She returned to the mini fridge to grab another water bottle, this time staying out of Alex’s reach. “Would you be up for sharing the story with me, so no one gets written up for not being present?”
It was a tricky move to pull on someone, but Victoria Asher had always had a way of getting to the bottom of things when she had to. It was the way she was raised, the way her father had trained her to be, and Alex stood no chance against her if he said no. Yes was always the correct answer with her.
“It was a couple of years ago. Spencer’s friend had been having these delusions that he was dating some guy,” He began, taking another drink from the bottle as he watched Brendon through the tinted glass. “He and Spencer were supposed to meet him, but he made up a false address to accompany the false person he’d come up with. Went crazy when they got there and his imaginary boyfriend wasn’t around and attacked Spence, saying it was his fault and he’d lied to him the entire time. Spence had to knock the guy out to get him off and drove him to the crazy house. The doctor told him he was a schizophrenic.”
Victoria fell quiet, finding her eyes locking on Brendon as well for some reason. “That’s really fucked up.”
“Yeah,” He started, turning to the woman who now stood beside him. “Let’s hope this one doesn’t go crazy and try to hurt Jon or I’ll take him out myself.”
With that Alex walked out of the room to take a break, leaving Victoria to pay attention to the made-for-TV movie paying on the other side of the glass. The story had tugged at her the wrong way and she hoped that this kid wasn’t as crazy as Spencer’s friend had been – or worse things would happen to him.
“After that I started paying attention to Ryan all the time, I didn’t care about school or working on films anymore.” Brendon admitted dryly, tasting how bitter that choice had been on his tongue. “I thought that after all of this time I’d met the one person that was right for me and I didn’t care about anything else.”
Jon had managed to sneak in a pad of paper and a pen, writing down interesting pieces of Brendon’s story. It had been a year since he’d stopped his therapy to become an officer of the law, but this case wasn’t like the others had been – this wasn’t a black and white good or bad guy story, it was something deeper and in need of analyzing.
“Did you drop out of school?” He asked, looking up from his notepad to look at Brendon clearly when he replied.
“No. Almost. It’s a long story.”
“Brendon,” He stated, setting the pen and paper down in his lap. “I’m here to listen. Tell me what happened.”
A few months after Ryan showed up in his life Brendon had become obsessed with him to an unhealthy level. When people would ask him about the future he’d always mention him and Ryan ending up together, how many dogs they would have, where he and Ryan would go on vacation after his first big film. Shane knew that it was unhealthy and reminded Brendon constantly that he still hadn’t met the man, but Brendon told him that they didn’t need that to be in love – love ran deeper than physical interaction. They even began to talk over aim as a means of contact every night, just for the speaking to one another. Ryan was a party kid with a hard life, a kind heart and an open mind which was more than he’d found in most people.
Even though he had not met Ryan just yet he felt like he should thank his roommate for hooking him up. It seemed easy enough until the day he actually brought it up to Gabe.
They were in the kitchen and Gabe was making some food between rapping with whatever 90’s hip hop he was listening to so, naturally, Brendon slipped in and leaned against the counter with a grin on his face. It took the other man a few moment before he finally noticed his roommate there – taking out one of his ear buds with a curious look on his face.
“What’s with the grin?” He asked, nodding toward Brendon before turning back to his food preparation. “This isn’t about that set up I was supposed to make is it?”
Brendon was about to speak but the word ‘supposed’ hit him the wrong way, smile fading into a blank stare. “Supposed to? You didn’t hook me up with Ryan?”
Gabe turned away from his food, laughing softly to himself for a moment. “I’ve never met a Ryan. Must be a creepy stalker who found your number on facebook.”
“Gabe, this isn’t funny.”
Gabe shrugged. “Who’s laughing?” He said, slipping his ear bud back into his ear.
Brendon’s face was twisted in complete confusion, trying to make sense of the conversation – maybe Shane was right to worry. It was in that instant that his heart sank to his stomach; Ryan had lied to him and he had let himself be blinded enough by the lie to see any possible flaws. Slowly he proceeded back toward the bedroom, reaching for his phone to call the person that had lied to him. Ryan.
The phone rang a few times and he waited patiently, trying to think of what he’d say when his prior love interest picked up. Before he could for a thought someone picked up on the other side of the phone and hung up quickly, causing Brendon to frown. Again he called the number, same problem occurred. After three tries the calls when to voicemail which, oddly enough, was the automated woman saying the person was not available – so he left a message.
“Look Ryan, I just talked to Gabe and he said he doesn’t know you. I don’t know what you’re getting at or how you got my number, but I want answers.”
Inside his chest rage began to build, a heat surging though his chest and, before he knew what had happened, his phone was flying across the room and hitting the carpet hard. He laid back against his bed and huffed, mind racing with more thoughts than he knew how to process, before sitting up again and grabbing the nearest hoodie that he could find, his keys and his phone to go out on a walk.
"After that my grades went down the drain." Brendon spoke to the quiet room as Jon scribbled in his notepad. "I just couldn't focus. Ryan never called me or sent me texts after that and things just went on a downhill spiral."
Jon had a look on his face that was sympathetic, but hurt all at once. Deep inside his heart ached for the poor boy, but there were so many pieces to the puzzle that still didn't fit right. Gazing up to the clock he noticed they'd been at this for a few hours now, sighing and looking across the table to Brendon.
"I can't release you, but do you want something to eat?" He asked gently, offering the college student a hopeful little smile. "It'll probably help after your bridge incident and the precinct has fairly decent turkey and swiss."
Brendon looked down at his hands, toying with them shyly for a moment before nodding. "Please, that would be great."
Jon nodded and made his way out of the room, leaving Brendon alone to shake in what he thought was complete privacy - unaware that Victoria was on the other side of the glass, determined look on her face and eyes scanning him. In her mind, this kid was just a ticking time bomb waiting for his release to head right back to that bridge again and jump.