By Erica Dias <ericaonline@hotmail.com>
Rated: G
Submitted: October, 2004.
Summary: Dr. Friskin tries to help her patient, but time is always up.
Author's notes: I'd like to thank my virtual wife (Psychofurball) and my Braz friend (Quel Lane) for BR-ing this for me. And my GE, LabRat, for reading these silly Micro-Little-Tiny Vignettes every day. Sorry for that. :D
Any feedback is welcome. (Why do I have the impression people don't read these? Hey!!! Where is your feedback???)
Disclaimers: The characters don't belong to me. I don't know to whom they belong. I just took them for a little while. No hard feelings, OK? Don't sue me! I'm a poor Braz!
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"They drive me really mad!"
"And…what do you wanna do about it?" Dr. Firskin asked, taking notes.
"Scream…run away. I don't know."
"Why not?" She continued to take her notes.
"Because I can't stand it any more. Well, on the other hand, I really like them, and…"
"And…"
"…and whenever I'm around them, I feel…excited."
"Oh, really." Dr. Friskin raised an eyebrow. "In what sense?"
"They both defy me. I…I don't know how to explain it."
"If you could pick one…"
"Oh, no. Don't even ask me to do that."
"Why not?"
"I couldn't."
"I see."
"It's just that…they're different. I mean…Lois and Clark have this thing of…"
Dr. Friskin looked at her watch. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Klein. Time's up!"
"Oh, OK. See you tomorrow then. Bye."
"Bye."
THE END