Uncharted Waters

Therapy Secession

~Lily

The therapist's office was nicely furnished. I sat on one of the nice leather couches while the therapist sat in front of me. I bobbed my knee up and down. The couch sagged under my weight as the clock ticked over the door. I swore that he could hear every breath that I took.

"How do you feel today?" the therapist asked after a few moments of silence.

"Fine," I replied, another one word answer, like I had been for the past ten minutes.

He sighed. He was a young therapist, with red hair, and glasses, "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

I was just about to comment on the drizzling rain outside when he added.

"And please not the weather, I've already talked about the weather five times today."

"Well, what did you expect when you became a therapist?" I asked.

"I became a therapist to help people," he replied, "The problem is that you can only help a person if they want to be helped."

I nodded thoughtfully, "That makes sense," I said with a shrug, "So what do you want to talk about?"

Dr. Johnson tapped his pen on his notepad, "Hmm, favorite color?"

"Green, you?"

"Red, favorite animal?"

"Hmm," I cocked my head to the side as I thought, "Probably tiger."

"Oh? Like those white tigers or the orange?"

I shrugged, "I prefer the orange ones. What's your favorite animal?"

"Polar bear."

I couldn't help the snort that issued from my mouth, "Sorry," I told him, laughing, "I just pictured you liking like puppies or hamsters or something."

He grinned and shook his head, "Do you like staying with the Winchesters?"

"Wow, way to change the subject," I commented, "Yeah, they're definitely better than most of the places I've been." I had to admit, the guy was better than most therapists I had been forced to see. At least he didn't just try to talk about why I felt the way I did or what those feelings meant.

He wrote it down, "Okay, we have," he glanced at his watch and then at the clock above the door, "Ten more minutes, mind if I ask some more questions?"

"You can ask, I won't promise any answers."

He raised an eyebrow and let out a lungful of air, "Fair enough. Okay…how's school going?" He shifted so that he sat straight in his chair and took on the professional role.

"Fine," I said, unconsciously reverting back to one worded answers.

"Do you like the kids there?"

I shrugged, "Some of them."

"Not others?"

"No."

He scribbled it down, "Do you know why you don't like others?"

"Well, call me crazy but, if someone punches you in the face it tends to dampen the chance of a friendship evolving," I replied.

"You get into fights often Lily?"

"Only when I have a good reason to fight."

He scribbled it down, "Who made the first move?"

I laughed, "Ask him."

"Did he...?" he gestured towards his face with his free hand.

Unconsciously I brought my hand up to the blue and purple bruise on my chin, "Yeah, that was him."

"Okay, new topic. How are you adjusting to the Winchesters?"

"Fine."

"No problems?"

"Not yet, no."

"You say not yet…why?"

"Well, there's bound to be some issues down the road, there always are."

He seemed to soften a bit and once again checked his watch, "I think that'll be good for today."

"Jeez, you really know how to grill a person," I joked lamely as I stood up, trying to keep the conversation from reverting back to awkward silence.

He stood up as well and started leading the way to the door, "I didn't go through four years of college for nothing," he said with a smile.

"So you say," I replied, walking out to the waiting room.

Mary closed the magazine she had been flipping through and stood when I walked over.

"Ready to go?" she asked brightly, grabbing her purse and standing up.

I nodded and the two of us walked to the car.

"See you next week!" Dr. Johnson called as we walked out the door. I waved in acknowledgement before the door closed. The drizzle hadn't stopped and Mary and I hurriedly got into the car.

"So…do you feel any better?" she teased as she put the key in the ignition and waited for the heat to come on.

I laughed, "I feel vandalized."

Now she laughed and started driving us home. After a few moments she glanced over at me and in a very serious tone said, "I just wanted you to know Lily…we are really happy it worked out."

"Happy that what worked out?"

"You," at my confused look she added, "Being able to stay with us."

"Oh," I looked out the window feeling a little embarrassed and half-wishing Sam was there to say something, "Yeah, I'm happy it worked out too."

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