THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE A ONE-SHOT. I DON'T KNOW YET, THOUGH, I'LL HAVE TO SEE WHERE IT'S GOING.
DON'T OWN IT.
Chase was the one who had suggested therapy. Of course, they'd both tried it individually at different points in their lives, but had given up after one session. It just wasn't their thing. Thirteen only agreed to it because 1.), she felt bad for Chase and 2.), it was a good excuse to go without telling anyone she actually needed it. Not to mention, she got to spend more time with Chase.
"Robert Chase and… Thirteen." The doctor called.
"You wrote Thirteen? Really?" Thirteen asked. Chase was the one who had signed them in.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. I'm used to calling you Thirteen." Chase said. Once the two were situated in the airy, bronze-colored room, the doctor introduced himself.
"I'm Dr. John Neal. You can call me John." Dr. Neal said.
"Robert Chase." Chase shook his hand.
"Remy Hadley." Thirteen said, copying Chase's gesture.
"Why does it say Thirteen on the sign in sheet?" John asked, flipping through the charts.
"It's a long story. He signed us in." Thirteen said, pointing at Chase.
"That was a little immature, don't you think?" Chase asked.
"If you want immature, meet House." Thirteen replied.
"I believe I already have." Chase said. The two laughed. John just looked confused.
"Our boss." Thirteen explained.
"Ok, then. So, why are you both here?" John asked.
"You're bound to patient confidentiality, right?" Chase asked.
"Yes." John assured.
"Great. Uh, we both killed someone." Chase said.
"Oh, dear. Alright, why?"
"I killed him because he was going to murder hundreds of thousands of innocent people." Chase said.
"Justifiable." John said. "And you?" He asked, looking at Thirteen.
"Chase, do I really have to do this?" She whispered.
"Yes." Chase answered.
"My, uh, brother was dying of Huntington's. He was in the late stages, and it was really bad. He was having convulsions and couldn't think clearly. Anyway, I euthanized him. He asked me to." Thirteen explained.
"I guess that's justifiable." John said.
"Wait, so he's your older brother?" Chase asked.
"Yes." Thirteen said. "I honestly think we should be here about House than us. I mean, he's pretty traumatic. I have nightmares." Thirteen joked.
"Would you please stop joking and all that? This is kind of serious." Chase said.
"It's not my fault that I don't like talking about how I killed my brother."
"Who else knows?" John asked.
"Only Foreman. He's our colleague. Well, about me, anyway. And probably House." Chase said.
"Yeah, definitely House. He has a sixth sense." Thirteen agreed.
"Your turn." Chase smiled.
"House knows." Thirteen said.
"House knows! Why hasn't he terrorized you in front of us? How come I only found out yesterday when I was making sure you didn't accidentally killed your friend, and no one else knows? House would've had a field day with that one." Chase asked, very confused.
"Chase, I was crying." Thirteen said softly.
"When did that ever stop him from doing that to Cameron? I mean, you don't know her very well, but she cried a lot. That never stopped him from harassing her." Chase said.
"Because I don't cry in front of people. He knew that it really bothered me. Yes, he was a complete jerk before he knew who and why I did it. When he picked me up from jail, at the restaurant, I told him I killed somebody. Then at the potato gun contest, he figured out that I had a brother, and… He just said some stuff. But once we were in the woods, after he found me, he knew just how bad it was. He may seem like a complete jerk, but he knows when to stop." Thirteen explained.
"You two are close?" John asked.
"Me and Chase?"
"Yes." John nodded.
"Well… We've known each other for a while now. I guess you could say we're friends." Thirteen said.
"She called me to help her fugitive friend. That lead to a fistfight." Chase said.
"It wasn't really a fistfight. You threw me across the room." Thirteen said.
"You made me move you! I told you to move." Chase defended.
"No, you said, 'I'm going to move you.' Then you threw me across the room." Thirteen said.
"You shoved me. And then you punched me. Multiple times."
"Still, you threw me across the room."
"Your fist collided with me. That is the definition of a fistfight." Chase said.
"Ok, fine, it was a fistfight." Thirteen sighed.
"I don't even know what you were thinking. I was just going to pick you up and place you to the side, but instead you decide to incite a fight. I mean, I probably weigh 75% more than you. And you're tiny." Chase said.
"I made a promise to my friend. I keep my promises." Thirteen folded her arms.
"I know that." Chase said.
"You two clearly have some things of your own to work out." John said.
"Believe me, I like her and all, but she can be hard to deal with at times." Chase said.
"Well, I like you, too. Except for when you decide it's best to forcefully move me and do exactly what I tell you not to do. You really don't listen to people." Thirteen said.
"Well, I think that's enough for today. I'll see you next week." John said, rushing them out the door.
OK, I LIKE IT. IT'S GOING TO BE A MULTI-CHAPTER! YAY! LOL.