A/N: So this started as a drabble and I decided to make it a multichapter fic. I already have some chapters written and it'll probably be a few chapters only. New chapters will probably be up by Sunday every week. Also, I don't own PLL. Funnily enough this started as a Spoby story and I decided to make it a Spanna pairing. I'm just a huge impossible pairings sucker.
She looked at her with her shiny blue eyes. "You must be Spencer Hastings."
Spencer licked her lips and gave a terse nod. The woman gestured for her to enter the office and she did. It smelled like cigarretes and leather, and odd mix but not unpleasant. It also smelled faintly of perfume. The room held nothing but a majestic oak desk and a leather couch; no bookshelf, no photos, no decoration, no paintings hanging, no windows.
"Please take a seat." Spencer approached the desk but then the woman gestured to couch. She carefully took a seat, wincing at the crunching sound it made. She was starting to get an idea as to where she was but she didn't want to believe it.
The woman took a chair from the desk and placed it beside her. Now Spencer was very sure that she should be lying on the couch instead of sitting on it.
"Do you know why you're here?" The blonde woman asked her, before taking a seat holding a notepad in her hands.
Spencer shook her head careful to look anywhere but at the woman. The older woman sighed and looked at her for a long time. Neither moved or said anything, and Spencer remained where she was, avoiding her gaze and willing the earth to just swallow her down.
"I'm Dr. Marin, but you can call me Hanna." the woman said at last. Spencer took a peek at her from the corner of her eye. Her gaze seemed honest and she was pretty.
"Why am I here?" she asked, sounding angrier than she intended, but then again she was always angry these days.
"Your parents called me. They said they were concerned about you, and that you seemed to be developing some kind of erratic behavior."
Spencer snorted and Hanna raised an eyebrow. Anything that wasn't perfect seemed erratic to her parents.
"What is it?" she asked, but Spencer had retreated into herself. Her stare was vacant and she didn't blink. She was just faking; she was very much aware of her surroundings, but it always worked with people, especially her parents. That's why Dr. Marin's words surprised her deeply.
"Spencer I know you're faking, look at me." She ignored her.
"Miss Hastings, I've had patients who actually space out, I know what it's like." Silence. "You're doing the eye thing right, but your jaw is clenched and you should've been drooling by now. Also your hands are in tight fists they should be slack."
Spencer blinked in surprise, she was good. She looked at her and she just smiled warmly. She didn't smile back, she just stared rudely at the blonde. The fact that she had looked through her facade angered her very much. The older woman suddenly got up and walked to her desk, returning moments later with a file in her hand.
"So, Spencer Hastings." she began shuffling through it. " 17, attends Rosewood High, straight A's, student council president, field hockey captain, sure choice for valedictorian." She looked at the brunette for confirmation but she just glared at her. "Well, that until you 'spiraled out of control' as your parents quoted." she said smiling. "Your grades dropped, you resigned from your post as president, and got kicked out of the field hockey team for a missing a month's worth of training."
She kept reading the file without saying anything. When she finished reading it she looked at the younguer girl, a pleasant smile on her face. Spencer wanted nothing more than to beat that smile out of her face, it was infuriating.
"Well, all that this tells me is that you were doing well and something threw you off the tracks".
Well? she thought angrily I was perfect!
The brunette just kept sating at the blonde as if she were a giant mushroom. Spencer didn't say anything Hanna sighed.
"Look, Spencer. I know you were tricked into coming here, but I want you yo know that you can trust me. I only know your parents version of events, and I know that they tend to overreact, and I would really like to hear your version. I can help you, but you have to let me."
At this Spencer looked down at her tigh fists. Her jaw clenched and she scraped her teeth angrily. Hanna was suddenly afraid she was going to damage them.
"You can't help me." she spat out.
"You don't know that." the blonde said reassuringly.
Spencer suddenly looked her square in the eye and Hanna saw a flash of hurt and something else in her brown eyes. It was the firs sign of emotion she'd seen so far apart from anger. She'd been a psychriatist long enough to know that anger is used to hide deeper, darker emotions.
"No one can help me." the younger girl murmured angrily. "No one can undo what- What happened. No one can bring- You just-" she stuttered before shutting her mouth. This intrigued Hanna very much; she had lost control if only for a moment and it had let her glimpse something: A dark event had ocurred that had changed Spencer. But before she could ask anything more, the tall girl stood up, her mask of blind anger back in place.
"Our time is up." she said disdainfully. Hanna was very sure they still had 20 minutes left but knew she wouldn't be able to get anything more out of her today: She had regained control.
"Have a nice day, Spencer. I'll see you tomorrow." she said politely, and that seemed like a bullet straight to the girl's chest. She stopped at the door abruptly, and turned to look at the blonde with pure hatred.
"Fuck off" she said before slamming the door behind her. Hanna just smiled as the office reverberated by the force fo the impact. She stood up, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles on her pencil skirt and walked to the door. She opened it to reveal a fidgety redhead. "Hello, Anna." she smiled pleasantly while she gestured for her to go in.