Hello and welcome to my new story! I wasn't expecting to start this yet but thanks to a little gentle persuasion from RuthaJade here we are, I'm afraid this is very short a trailer for the real thing which will happen just as soon as I come up with a proper story line. I hope you like it.
I do not own casualty or any characters or situations you recognise they are property of the BBC.
"So Sam, is there anything you'd like to talk about today?" The dark haired woman sat forward on the leather chair surveying her over the top of the file she had open on her lap, she couldn't have been anymore cliched if she tried. Sam sighed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes why had she agreed to this? "We're on our third session now, and you are not going to get anything out of this unless you actually talk to me." She sat back and rested her hands on the arms of the chair tapping her fountain pen against the leather under her right hand in annoyance. The sound drew Sam's attention away from the window where she had been resolutely staring, she looked at the pen and then lifted her eyes to the doctor sat across from her. Doctor, she always thought it was laughable that these people were able to call themselves doctors. Do you need a degree to nod and say: 'and how does that make you feel?' they should come up with a new title for psychiatrists and therapists to save confusion or just call them what they were and be done with it. She smiled at her musings unaware that the therapist was once again talking to her, "Sam? How about we start with something easy, how was work today?" Sam knew what she was doing, get her talking about something else then suddenly she's crying and blaming everything on her father leaving them when she was four. "That young?" Sam looked up in surprise, she'd spoken out loud without knowing it. Her eyes met the hazel eyes watching her and she nodded almost imperceptibly, "And how did that make you feel?" There they were, those infamous words. How did it make her feel, Sam wasn't sure she knew. She spent so much time hiding her feelings, locking them up in the back of her mind so she could retain her cool unfeeling outer shell.
"I was four, I didn't know what feelings were."
The therapist nodded pleased that she was finally getting somewhere, "And now? How do you feel towards your father now? Angry, sad?"
"He's dead"
"And how..." Sam wouldn't let those words leave her mouth again.
"Indifferent"
"You feel indifferently about your fathers death?" The therapist was surprised, she'd read the young doctor quite accurately when they first met but still to be indifferent to the death of a parent was an extreme reaction.
"He wasn't my father, just a bloke who gave me some DNA." She had a look in her eyes, it wasnt yet recognisable but she spoke again quietly "He was nothing." The therapist raised one eyebrow at her response.
"Do you think the rejection by your father affected your relationship with your husband?"
"He wasn't my father!" Sam jumped to her feet and walked over to the window wrapping her arms around herself. She was angry that she had let the psychiatrist in so far, and quickly trying to rebuild the walls around her heart which were crumbling almost as fast in a dynamic equilibrium. "maybe." She glanced over at the couch where her husband was sat silently looking at her in surprise, he hadn't known. She never spoke about her family. He'd met her mother twice, once at their wedding and once before that. No father was ever mentioned.
She looked back at the therapist who was furiously making notes and was suddenly angry. " What would you know anyway? You're only a psychiatrist." She grabbed her things and made to leave having had enough for one day.
"Psychologist actually." whatever she was she seemed unfased by Sam's sudden outburst, she was probably used to it. You couldn't be that annoying and not have people storm out of your office on a regular bases.
"Well it's still not a doctor." and with that she was gone slamming the door behind her leaving a tense silence in her wake. She leant her back on the door for a moment trying to calm her breathing before making her way to the car park to wait for Dylan.
"I'm sorry, she's never normally like that. Um okay she is I suppose." When he thought about it that was completely normal behaviour for his wife, walking away from emotion and probably hiding if he knew her as a well as he thought he did."
"That's alright Dr Keogh, I'm used to it." She glanced at her watch, "We're out of time anyway so I suppose I shall see you next week?" She finished writing and shut her folder looking up at him questioningly, he appeared to be lost in thought. "Doctor Keogh?" Strange how she referred to him as doctor but not Sam.
"Err yes next week" He left quickly presumably to find his wife leaving the marriage counsellor sat shaking her head in despair.
What do you think so far?
Some of you may have noticed a line pinched from another bbc show or I should say ex bbc show, it finished almost two years ago and in homage I have based the character of the marriage counsellor on the main character. Bonus points to anyone who can guess who it is!