(No, I'm not dead. Thanks for asking even though you didn't. Anyway, sorry for not putting this up earlier, I was on Thanksgiving vacation. Anyway, that's about it. Enjoy! )

"This better be the last freaking puzzle, Victor…" Derek mumbled under his breath, putting in piece after piece after piece, after piece. And taking them all out.

"Screw this." Derek swore. Sidney raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

"You know, Derek, I never thought the famed surgeon who can operate successfully against GUILT would be shamed by a puzzle."

"Yeah, Derek, you're getting owned by a puzzle!" Tyler reentered the room, grinning again. Leslie had not come back with him. "You're getting puzzle raped!"

His whole face flaming red, Derek tried his best to ignore it. "I'd like to see you try, Tyler."

"No problem dude, make room for the MASTER." Tyler slid into Derek's seat, knocking him to the floor.

Ten seconds later, "Done!" Tyler proclaimed. Derek only caught a glimpse of it before Tyler messed it up again.

"Crap. Okay, give me my seat back." Derek slid into the seat and began tackling the puzzle again.

4:40 PM

"Dr. Stiles, would you like me to help?" Angie asked. Then she seemed to have second thoughts. "…Actually, that would really defeat the purpose of this puzzle."

The second puzzle was a bit easier than the first, but still hard enough for Derek to get insanely annoyed at it. Half the pieces were in, and the rest in a jumbled mess.

Victor was still experimenting with the frozen vomit mold, casting a scowl over at the small group every so often.

5:10 PM

"You've always been bad at these things, Stiles." Tyler smirked, still wandering around the lab despite Victor's threats of disembowelment if he broke anything.

"This is as bad as it-" Derek started to say.

"Don't just stand there, get a bucket of water you good for nothing idiot!!" Victor barked at Tyler suddenly, who had been playing around with a match and had somehow set the frozen vomit block on fire.

"Right, right, I'm on it!" Tyler dashed out of the room and reappeared the next second with a cup of coffee. Dousing it over the flaming vomit, the coffee did nothing except give the flames a coffee scent.

Derek just stared.

"You son of a-" Victor snatched up a bucket and ran out of the lab, soon coming back in with the bucket full of water and splashing it over the flames. It went out instantly.

"Sorry." Tyler said meekly.

Derek decided to concentrate on the puzzle and not pay attention to Victor yelling swearwords and curses at Tyler behind him.

5:30 PM

"Hey Doctor, are you done yet?" Angie stuck her head into Victor's lab. "I-whoa, what happened?" Angie asked, eyeing the scorch marks and the wet spots on the desk where the vomit once stood.

"I don't think you want to know." Derek said seriously, placing an orange puzzle piece in the puzzle.

"I can't believe its taking you this long… Very amusing." Victor seemed to have gotten over his bad mood and was watching Derek struggle again.

5:50 PM

Derek sighed with relief, having completed the puzzle at last. He placed the forceps on the table, and glanced around.

"You finished it already?" Derek jumped as Victor appeared out of nowhere and examined the puzzle.

"Great job, Dr. Stiles." Angie glanced at him. "You don't look well. Are you okay?"

"Heh, I'll be fine." Derek ran a finger through his hair. "But I don't want to do another puzzle as long as I live."

"Hmm, I think I got it. Thanks, Stiles." Victor examined the completed puzzle.

"Wow, that was almost a compliment." Derek whispered to Angie, who smiled.

"Overall, you only contributed about one percent," Victor continued. Derek sighed. "I had the rest of Caduceus helping out the whole time. Anyway, get out of here already."

As Derek and Angie exited the lab, they heard Victor shouted at the other researchers, "Hey, get to work! No sleep tonight guys!" And audible groans were heard.

"What's the chance that Victor shows up half way through dinner announcing he found the solution?" Angie asked as they entered their office.

"My guess, a hundred and twenty percent." Derek laughed, and stopped as Angie's hand brushed against his. His face turned slightly red, but he hurried off to his desk to finish the paperwork that he had put off yesterday.

"Good luck finishing the paperwork, Dr. Stiles." Angie smirked.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I should have done it yesterday. Don't give me that lecture again." Derek groaned, filling out forms as fast as he could.

(End chapter four.)

(And Torment.)

(Well, I hope you all had fun reading Torment! I should probably start my Kirby story now, not that any of you care because you're Trauma Center people. But yeah, thanks for reviewing Torment, and good luck with all of your stories!)