The former scientist sighed in relief when the last of the students poured out of the room. He rubbed his forehead as another one of his headaches began to set in. Despite the headache and feeling of annoyance, today had been a pretty good day. They’d had their first lab day since the curse broke and there’d been no injuries or accidents, plus the kids had managed to successfully clean up their messes. All in all, things had gone well.
After finishing gathering the things off his desk, he left. Not eager to return to the cold and empty apartment in which he lived, Griffin headed for Granny’s. While he wasn’t much for conversation with anyone, he did enjoy sitting and people watching. Plus, the food was better than anything he could whip up in his kitchen. He’d never been much of a cook.
He settled himself down at his usual spot at the counter, putting his head in his hands for a moment. The headaches had started when the curse had broken, something that worried Griffin. What if it was his invisibility attempting to return? There were times where he could have sworn he saw his hand visible between visibility and invisibility, but that could have just been him seeing things in his worry.
Ruby came around the counter, setting a book that she had in her hand down out of sight. “Heya, George,” she said with that big smile of her’s. “Do you want your usual today or do you want to try something new?”
Ruby and her grandmother were two of the only people he liked in this town. During the curse, he’d been far more laid back and had often bantered with the waitress. After the curse, that relaxed conversation was still quite easy, despite them being different people. “Usual,” he grunted, lowering his hand.
She nodded, then paused, frowning a bit. “Headaches, again? Have you gone to the doctor yet?”
“No. It’s nothing. Besides, I hate doctors.” Griffin shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He didn’t want a doctor in this town to tend to him. He didn’t trust them and the only one he did trust was probably still in his home world.
“Chronic headaches aren’t ‘nothing,’” Ruby said, frowning. “They’re typically a sign of something really bad.” Her gaze shifted to someone who had just come in. “Hey, Dr. Whale! Chronic headaches are a sign of something worse going on, right?”
He groaned. “Ruby!” He shook his head, despite the pain. “Don’t answer that. It’s nothing. I promise you, I’m fine. I probably just need some food.”
She looked slightly hurt, but turned away to go get his order all the same. He lowered his head, hands massaging his temples. He silently hoped that this Dr. Whale guy wouldn’t chat with him. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss medical problems with idiots.
Victor ha felt completely out of place when the curse broken, out of place and furious. How dare that prince think that he’d obey him? He was not his subject. He respected only one ruler, and that man was not there. Dracula was not in the land without magic.
Damn magic. He hated magic. Magic did nothing but get him trapped in the godforsaken world he was in, the world where he was a monster.
Though that day he was in a fairly decent mood, how could he not be? He had gotten out of work early, though he had yet to have time to go home and change out of his scrubs and lab coat. He still looked the part of the doctor. Which he was if he was being honest. He was a doctor. Dr. James Whale, Storybrookke’s well liked doctor.
Or was he Victor Frankenstein, the man they believed created a monster?
Regardless he went into Granny’s figured he’d get a cup of coffee to go and head on home. He had some work he had to get done, cases to review, and books to be read. He glanced towards the counter when he heard Ruby call his name.
Victor went over to the counter and leaned against it with a shrug of his shoulders. ”It would depend on if there are any other symptoms, chronic headaches alone sound more like migraines to me more than anything else. Would need more information. Why Ruby, you feel okay?”
They were both known throughout the world, the two who created monsters. Dr. Jekyll and Victor Frankenstein. How were two supposed to cope in a world filled with such resentment for them and their work?
Victor found a way. He drank, wouldn’t touch the harder stuff, but he drank. Each night. Helped him to see you see. After creating a monster, one that he had to put down after it had taken the lives of so many, they had started to come to him. The nightmares.
Not that it fixed much. The scientist rarely slept. Too many whispers and rumors about what had happened to his former companion, the esteemed Dr. Jekyll. How was he supposed to know what was fact and what was fiction? Only one way really. Talk to the man himself. Oh that would be a fun trip.
Talk to Jekyll, risk meeting Hyde.
Though Victor had extended an invitation to the other man to meet at the local pub in town. Would he show? Only time would tell. Victor had no intention of leaving so early. Despite wanted to go crawl into bed he stayed and he waited.
(( I’m about to go eat dinner, but could you write a starter? I’m up for whatever ;) ))
(( sounds good I’ll get it up shortly ))
(( Always! I’ve wanted Jekyll to be friends with Frankenstein since I created him and none of the ones I follow are active.))
(( I was until I dropped off the face of the earth! And I so agree Jekyll and Frankenstein should be friends *nods* ))
Yes I’m ranting about that damn ship and if you don’t want to read it then don’t. I’m being kind enough to put it under a read more. So if you don’t want to read it then don’t.
I’m writing this as a Frankenstein RPer, a fan of the show and a fanfic author.