~Crystal's P.O.V~

        "Finally!" I sighed, my hands over my head and my backpack over my shoulder.

        "I still can't believe we got a stupid pop quiz!" Missy whined. She took a big gulp from her thermos afterwards.

        "I told you we would didn't I?" Amy grinned her timid smile.

        "I am so sorry I didn't believe you," Missy muttered.

        "So, you guys gonna go home?" Emerald smiled.

        "Nope," both me and Amy said in unison.

        "We're going to our moms' work places," I explained.

        "As always," Missy and Emerald rolled their eyes. Us four all giggled.

        "Well, what episode are you on now?" I curiously asked Emerald, leaning in.

        "Uhh, 80 something I believe," she answered. "By the way, WHO IS MYSTOGAN?!?" I smirked, remembering our conversation at lunch.

        "I'm not telling~," I said in a singsong tone. Just then Amy pinched my ear.

        "Anyways, we have to go," she said with a smile. "Before someone does something they regret." I gulped. She was timid, shy, and kind, but get on her bad side, you're dead.

        "Y-yes ma'am," I gulped. She smiled and let go. "You pinch too hard," I muttered, rubbing my sore ear. "You're like Erza of this world, except more timid."

        "What did you say?" Amy said in a dark tone. A chill went down all of our backs.

        "N-nothing!" I squeaked.

        "Remind me never to get on your bad side..." Missy sweatdropped.

        "Teehee," Amy said with an innocent smile. I sighed.

        "Alright, we gotta go," I reminded, looking at the clock on the wall above the lockers.

        "Kay, see ya guys!" Emerald said, turning around and going down the sidewalk.

       "I gotta go too, bye twins!" Missy smirked before running off as well.

        "See ya later?" Amy smiled at me.

        "Yup; ja ne!" I smirked.  

        "Hey, no Japanese outside of our house," Amy reminded.  I shrugged and smiled innocently.  She gave me a sterner look.

        "Okay okay!" I sweatdropped.  "Anyways, I haveta go, bye!"  We waved goodbye and went in opposite directions.

~Le timeskip, brought to you by...how 'bout Yui-chan from SAO?~ 

        I walked through the automatic doors with my signature cheerful smile.  "Hey Ally!" I greeted the white-haired receptionist.  She looked up from her computer and smiled back.

        "Hello Crystal!  How was school today?" she asked kindly.  I shrugged.

        "Normal," I replied.  "Where's Mom?"  She pointed to behind her.

        "Down the hall, room 777 if I remember correctly," she answered.  I giggled a bit to myself, earning me a confused look from her.  "What's so funny?" she asked.  

        "Oh, nothing," I waved off.  "Just remembered something that I watched is all."  She smiled and shook her head.

        "Do you think about anything other than Fairy Tail?" she sighed jokingly.  

        "Hmm, I think about vocaloids too!" I smirked.  

        "Yeah yeah, just get going and don't trash the place okay?" she reminded. 

        "One time, it was ONE time!" I puffed out my cheeks and dramatically went down the hallway.  As I got further in, I saw a familiar figure with her black hair down and her white lab coat.  "Yo Mom!" I called out to her, getting her attention.  She turned around, looking at me with her blue eyes.  

        "Oh, hey Cryst," Mom smiled at me, using my nickname.  I ran up to her.  I would've hugged her, but I remembered a certain incident that happened when I did one time.  Cue mental shuddering.  I had to take 3 showers after that, so I've gotten more careful.  "How was school?" Mom asked me.

        "Normal," I repeated.  "How 'bout you?  How was work?"  She shrugged.

        "It's been fine, but--oh!"  She suddenly snapped her fingers, making me flinch.

        "Yeah..?" I sweatdropped.

        "I was treating this patient who's about your age.  He seems to have amnesia," Mom said.  Hmm, amnesia.

        "Wait, the lost of memories?" I furrowed my eyebrows.  She nodded.  "Okay, what does that have to do with me?"

        "Well, since he's your age and all, do you think you could talk to him?  He might be more comfortable with a peer," she asked sheepishly.

        "Mom, why don't you just ask Aunt Rose about it?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow.  She sighed exaggeratedly.

        "Oh c'mon!  This doesn't require her help!" she said with a hint of whine.  I roll my eyes and smile.  It's sometimes hard to tell who's the parent and who's the kid, but that's what I like about my mom.

        "But what if this patient's nutso or something?"  I asked, symbolizing the cuckoo symbol with the side of my head (a/n: when you go in circles on the side of your head?  Know what I'm talking about?) And here's where we switch sides again.

        "Crystal Rose, don't you dare talk about people like that!" Mom scolded me. 

        "But, what if he's not...stable?"  Mom sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

        "I talked with him okay?  He's not...'nutso'," she assured, putting air quotes around the word "nutso".  I sighed.

        "Fiiiiine,"  I muttered, taking off my backpack and putting it on the floor.  "Room 777 right?"  She nodded and gestured to the door beside her, which read: Room 777. Oh, how convenient.

        "Well, here goes nothing..."

Meanwhile...

~Amy's P.O.V.~ 

        I gently pushed open the wooden double doors.  "Hello Angie!" I greeted the young brunette intern.  She slightly flinched, but relaxed when she saw me.

        "Hey Amy," she returned my greeting.  "Here to see your mom?"  I nodded and took off my backpack.  I set it down next to Angie, only because it can't be trusted anywhere else.  That's the bad part about a mental facility, but I don't really mind.  

        "Where is Mom anyways?" I asked, looking around for a woman with black hair tied into a ponytail and glasses.  

        "Um, she should be down that hall," Angie responded, pointing down one of the hallways.  "She was tending to some patient she found in an alleyway."

        "A-an alleyway?" I gulped.  Angie shrugged.

        "I don't know," Angie sighed.  "She's your mom."  I sighed.

        "That's what makes it kinda sad huh..?" I mumbled.  "Alright, well, wish me luck."  Angie smiled weakly and looked back to her computer.  I walked down the hall, glancing left and right at times.  I do that because there are some patients who just come out of nowhere.  I relaxed a bit when I saw Mom writing a couple things on a clipboard.  I called her name and she looked up and smiled.

        "Oh, hey Amy!" Mom smiled at me, pushing up her glasses.  I walked up to her.

        "Whatcha doing?" I asked curiously.

        "Oh, just scribbling down some things for a new patient," she answered.  "Oh, and speaking of that, I have a favor to ask of you."  I tilted my head.

        "What kind of favor?" 

        "Well, the patient I've been examining has amnesia, but he's about the same age as you," she started.  "And confused patients tend to talk to peers more comfortably than psychiatrists, so do you think you can talk to him..?"  I frowned.

        "But, what if he's drunk or maybe..?"  I trailed off, but she got the hint.

        "Don't worry dear, he's none of those things.  I've already talked to him once, and he seems like a nice boy," Mom smiled warmly at me, petting my blond hair that I inherited from Dad.  I silently gulped and nodded.

        "Okay, I'll do it," I softly muttered.

        "Thanks dear," Mom said, giving me a quick squeeze.  "Maybe this can help you talk to people better." 

        "M-Mom!" I huffed.  

        "Okay okay it was just a suggestion!" she sweatdropped.  I pouted and softly hit her arm.

        "Meanie," I muttered.  She kissed me on the forehead and ruffled my hair.

        "I love you too, now go on."  I let out a small huff and shakily grabbed the doorknob.  Here goes nothing..