Mike Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

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I don't own Linkin Park. I own their cds but not them I'm afraid. This story was ganked from the movie "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" I writing it from what I remember from the movie. Of course I've added tons of my own ideas and of course there is going to be some Chester and Mike related material. So yeah, all the rights to that movie belong to Warner Brothers or something. I don't own it!! And I'm not making cash off of this.

It's rated NC-17 for a reason folks. And it just MIGHT have slash (XD) so if you don't like that sort of thing, then don't read any further!


[b]Chapter One: Mike Shinoda's Arrival[/b]


Mike shivered as the mostly empty bus made its way down a lonely two way road. The beautiful scenery around him made the ride almost worth it. The shackles that bound his arms and his legs didn't help at all. Mike Shinoda was used to it though. The uncomfortable rides on empty buses. The stolid gazes from the men in uniform that guarded him. He was used to this lifestyle by now. Always in jail. Always getting caught...

Mike had a rough childhood. He never exactly could pinpoint exactly why he decided to turn to the life of crime, but occasionally he liked to blame it on the fact his father was never home, although, he knew why his father wasn't home all the time and it wasn't because he was cheating on his wife or doing anything else illegal. His father was a hard worker and tried his best to balance two jobs and a family.

Mike suddenly scoffed at himself, shaking his head after realizing he had started back to thinking about his father and how he sort of blamed him for the way his life turned out. Shinoda looked down at the steel shackles that bound his wrists, the chains making more noise than Mike wanted to make as he shifted in his seat, the sound echoing through the dead silent bus.

The Asian looked around a bit at the dull environment inside the bus. One of the guards stared at him grimly, almost as if he was willing the prisoner to do something to tick him off. Mike quickly adverted his eyes away, once again deciding to occupy himself with the scenery. This wasn't exactly a difficult task as the mountains and open fields around him were a welcome sight as Mike was accustomed to the city life. This place seemed peaceful and simple. Much different from the city. The sun was just beginning to rise and as it travelled higher into the sky, Mike noticed more mountains and more woody areas.

The smell of nature filled the bus as a cool autumn breeze traveled though a cracked open window. Mike closed his eyes and inhaled.

"Nice." He mumbled to himself, ignoring the guard that kept staring at him. He knew the guard had something to say to him, as the other man never once moved his attention away to anything else. Maybe once to sleep, but that was about it. A few moments passed before the guard finally opened his mouth.

"I don't believe it. This. You. Being insane. It's a bunch of crock if you ask me." The guard said gravely, staring even harsher at the Asian. Mike glanced over to the man, cracking a smile at how true the man's words were.

"I don't remember ever asking you a damn thing," Mike retorted calmly, shifting his shackled arms a bit.

"You son of a bitch! I'll blow your fucking brains out!" The guard said as he stood up and pulled out his pistol. Mike didn't flinch at all. Wasn't the first time he had a gun pointed at him.

"Go ahead. One less nut for the tax payers to pay for," Mike said humorously, glancing at the other guard who seemed to not had taken interest in the situation.

"Yeah I guess you're right. But I know you ain't a fuckin' nut. You ain't crazy. You just doin this to get out of going to jail you fuckin bastard!" The guard yelled, raising his pistol in the air, threatening to slap Shinoda with it. Mike did nothing but smile.

"Thank god you're not the one to make the decision on whether I'm sane or not."

With that the argument ended, the guard sitting back in his seat and Mike feeling particularly smug. He suddenly wished for a cigarette. Hadn't had one in hours and the only way he could get to his cigarettes was to ask one of the guards to grab the pack from his leather jacket and for them to give him a light. The last time he asked he got nothing but bitching from the other two, so he decided he would just have to wait.

It wasn't long before Mike saw the tall gates of the the place. Excitement quickly filled him at how easy it would be to escape if he ever wanted to. Wasn't guarded as heavily as a prison or a jail. Things were beginning to look up.

"Get up fucker," the guard said harshly, gripping onto the Asian's left arm and pulling him up. "Welcome to the fucking loony bin."

"You make it seem like I'm off to somewhere unpleasant," Mike murmured jokingly as he was lead outside the bus, his legs tingling from sitting for so long; his feet landed hard on the ground, the crunch of gravel sounding as he did so.

A middle aged white man, donned in a handsome black suit, approached him, followed by two black men in white jumpsuits. They looked pretty the strong...the black guys at least.

"So this is Michael Shinoda?" The white man asked, adjusting his half-moon spectacles as he looked through what had to be Mike's file. The man looked up from the file occasionally, eyeing Mike, quite possibly assessing him at that very moment.

"Hello, I'm Terrance Nickleby. I'm the Doctor Simon's assistant. We're glad you have finally arrived. Chuck and Malcolm ," The man pointed at the two black men that stood on either side of him," will escort you to Doctor Simons."

Mike nodded, looking at the two men. They seemed to be sizing him up a bit, immediately letting him know who was boss. He chuckled a bit as their stares didn't phase him one bit. One of the guards handed Chuck the duffle bag that held Mike's things.

Mike took one last glance at the bus that got him to this place. He hadn't realized until just now how ugly the bus was. Was a horrible shade of green. His pondering was abruptly ended as he was roughly pushed forward by Chuck. He was the bigger of the two black men. He was thicker and bit more mean looking. Malcolm was a lot smaller, but no doubt he wasn't the one to pick a fight with.

"Hurry yo white ass on," Malcolm said once Mr. Nickleby was out of earshot.

"I'm not white you jackass."

Malcolm roughly grabbed Mike by the collar of his leather jacket, shaking him a bit.

"Muthafucka you whateva I say you are!"

"Could have sworn this was the loony bin," Mike said, furrowing his eyebrows and willing himself not to fight back.

"Muthafucka you ARE in the fuckin loony bin!"

"Well so far I can't tell the fucking difference between prison and this!"

Both Malcolm and Chuck laughed at this, finding it immensely hilarious. They quickly sobered up though once they had made their way to the first checkpoint, meeting up with Mr. Nickleby. Malcolm grabbed Mike by the arm as Nickleby swiped his ID, allowing them access through the door.

"Now Chuck and Malcolm are going to take you down that hall there," the man said, pointing down the hall where a young nurse was carrying a tray with a dozen or more small cups." and on to the right hand side there's going to be another hallway. A little more further down and-"

"Why are you telling me this? To comfort me?" Mike blurted out.

Sort of confused, Mr. Nickleby adjusted his glasses, looking at Mike.

"Well, most patients that come in here are frightened or even at the least bit nervous about going somewhere they don't know. Supposed you would like the comfort of knowing where you are headed."

"Thanks doc, but I'm a big boy. I'm sure I can handle it. Besides, always been a fan of the element of surprise."

With that Chuck and Malcolm lead Shinoda through the door and took him down a series of dimly lit hallways. The place seemed so empty and sterile. It made him a bit uneasy for some reason. Finally they made it to Doctor Simons' office, his name on a metal plate on the door in front of them. Chuck knocked twice at the door and the Doctor responded immediately.

"Come on in!"

When he walked into the room he was greeted with the huge window that gave a perfect view of basketball court just across from the office. The room was so bright it hurt Mike's eyes for a bit, however they adjusted. Malcolm and Chuck sat him down roughly and Malcolm gave him a look that seemed to dare him to do something stupid. Mike grinned at him, making the other man boil.

"Thank you. Now unlock his shackles please," The doctor said, standing up and pulling down a file from a shelf. Mike watched the old man as he flipped through the file. It had to be his. No doubt about it.

Once free of his bindings, Mike quickly reached into his jacket, pulling out a box of smokes.

"Thank you Malcolm and Chuck. That'll be all for now, I'll call you back in once I'm done talking to Mr. Shinoda here." Doctor Simons said to them without looking up from the file. Once they left, Mike looked around on the desk in front of him for a lighter.

"Hope you don't mind me smokin doc. I just haven't had a cigarette in HOURS! You got a light?" Mike explained, looking up at the old man.

"Of course," Doctor Simons said as he sat down, handing the Asian a silver lighter. Doctor Simons was really old looking, maybe in his seventies or so. But, he did have a warm quality to him that seemed to make Mike relax...or was it the much nicotine that entered his lungs?

The doctor adjusted the black framed glasses he wore as he opened Mike's file, obviously wanting the other man to be able to see everything he was seeing.

"You've been jailed countless times for petty crimes. You stole purses. Stole from department stores. Of course that was when you were a wee little boy," The doctor said, reading off info from Shinoda's file. "Of course these crimes have escalated to more serious things. Like you robbing a gas station and beating a man almost to death."

Mike grinned behind his cigarette as he heard about the things he had done.

"These things all seem like normal activities for an average criminal. To me at least."

"But what do you know right? You're only a doctor," Mike joked, winking at the other man as he puffed on his cigarette.

Doctor Simons chuckled a bit, continuing, "The question is though...Mr. Shinoda. Why are you here?"

"Are you serious? You don't know why I'm here?" Mike said, deadpanned.

The doctor once again chuckled, but waited for his answer.

"I don't know doc. They think I'm crazy. They think somethin' is broken up there I guess. But, that's why I'm here right? So that you can figure this all out."

Doctor Simons nodded, once again nodding. "Well, you're going to stay here for now. We're going to assess you on a daily basis. Perhaps we can reach some type of consensus on what exactly is going on up there."

Mike laughed a bit and waited as the old man called for Chuck and Malcolm to fetch him.

"I'll be calling you down perhaps once a week, probably less frequent than that, but nonetheless we'll be talking again soon." The doctor said as Chuck and Malcolm roughly grabbed him by the arms and lead him from the room.

"Sure thing doc!" Mike said behind him as the door to the office closed.

**

Chester sadly turned to the last page of the book. He realized that his source for entertainment was finally gone as this was the last book his mother said she'd buy him until she saw improvement. The blond sighed grimly as he tossed the book on his bed and made his way to the common room. Chester knew that it was almost medication time so he decided to stand in the line that hand already formed. He found it sickening to have to stand in line for something he never wanted.

The sliding window to the nurses' station slid open and the familiar voice of Nurse Fletcher sounded through the PA.

"Medication Time."

He grimly waited in line, watching as his peers took their cups from the tray and swallowed the pills whole, washing them down with the bit of water provided. When it was Chester's turn, Mrs. Fletcher eyed him, greeting him with a sweet hello.

"Hi Mrs. Fletcher." He said with controlled niceness, reaching for his cup. He noticed his cup had a bit more medication in it than last time.

"Is there something the matter Mr. Bennington?" Mrs. Fletcher asked him, handing a cup of medication to an elderly man behind him.

"No. ...Well actually...yeah. Um. Why does it seem like I have more pills this time?"

"Mr. Bennington I'm afraid I cannot discuss private matters such as your prescribed medication at this time. There are others in the ward that need to get their meds and you are holding up the line." The nurse said calmly as she handed Chester a cup of water. He quickly downed the pills and then the water, dumping the cups into the waste basket next to the nurse station. As the blond made his way back to his bed, he noticed he had a new roommate apparently. And Malcolm and Chuck seemed to be giving him a hard time.

"Now you listen here. This is your room and here," Chuck said as he opened a drawer next to the bed, "is where you'll your belongings with go." Chuck tossed the bag on the bed and nodded as Chester entered the room.

Mike was pretty pissed off at the moment, but once he saw Chester his mood seemed to change. The other man was stunningly beautiful, his body looking oh so fragile. Shinoda felt the sudden urge to grab him and hold him. Mike chuckled at how his heart thumped rapidly and how his stomach did flips when Chester glanced over to him. He was so lost in this sudden stupor that he didn't notice Malcolm and Chuck leave.

They were alone.

"So...," Mike started, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with the lighter he slyly stole from Doctor Simons' office. "what's your name?"

Chester looked up shyly from the book he had in front of him.

"My name...my name is Chester. Chester Bennington."

Mike's eyes widened.

"You're a Bennington? Like as in Bennington Enterprises?" Mike asked loudly.

The blond's cheeks turned a deep red as he never liked admitting he was the son of the famous Benningtons.

"Yeah."

"Damn!" Mike said, leaning back on the bed and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. "You're fucking loaded. What in God's name are you doing in a place like this?"

Again Chester blushed, but this time he didn't answer.

Silence filled the room for awhile as Mike gazed at the other man. Chester squirmed under the other man's gaze, feeling awfully uncomfortable.

"Sir. Can you...stop staring at me?"

"It's Mike."

"I'm sorry?"

"My name. It's Mike. Mike Shinoda," the Asian said as he put out his cigarette on the concrete floor. "And as for me stop staring? I'm afraid I can't stop. Can you blame me? You're as beautiful as an angel. Albeit a fallen angel."

Chester's cheeks blushed even redder this time and he found himself getting very nervous. The blond glanced over to the other man, catching his smug smile. The smile was so goofy looking...Chester couldn't help but laugh a bit at it.

"Hmm. Your smile is beautiful. You should do it more often."

Before Chester could respond Mrs. Fletcher's chillingly sweet voice sounded on the PA.

"Attention everyone. Our daily meeting will begin now. Everyone please make your way over."

"Daily meeting?" Mike said, looking over to an almost out of breath Chester.

"You'll see."


A/N: So uhh...how's that so far? Not much for you to assess, I know. I hope it was ok. Reviews would be lovely :D!! Update coming soon.