A/N: I know it's been a while since I've been on this account, but I come with a brand new idea, which I am going to see through to the end.

This is going to be one rollercoaster of emotions, with quite a few dark themes. So, if you squirm easily, this isn't for you! Going to be filled with a lot of angst and drama, so hold in there, guys!

This is just a short intro, everything else gets longer, I promise. I have the second and third chapter done already, just need to be edited.

Please leave a review, it's been a while, let me know if you think I should continue with this or not!

Disclaimer: I own nothing here, all to CBS, Anthony E Zukier and the rest of the great team. I just borrow!

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"So, Sara, what brings you here today?"

Sara gave a short almost sarcastic laugh. "What, you mean to tell me this was optional, Dr. Purcell?" She made a motion as if to leave, but remained in her seat. Humor seemed to be how she was dealing with everything at the moment.

"Well, no. No, I suppose not." Samantha Purcell offered with a kind smile. Her blue eyes were sparkling, filled with encouragement. "And please, call me Samantha. Dr. Purcell makes me feel so old."

There was something about her that eased Sara instantly. Despite not wanting to be here, she felt like she could tell this woman all of her secrets, and she would listen to her, and not judge her. This woman was only doing her job, Sara knew that.

She had been to many therapists, mostly as she bounced from foster home to foster home. None had ever made her feel so at ease - in such a short space of time - as Samantha did.

"Why don't you tell me a little about what brought you here?" She offered softly.

"You already know why I'm here. It's been plastered all over the media for days. It's on every radio station, every tv station, every cover of the papers. Reporters are practically camped outside the hospital. The distaste radiating from her was undeniable. Her lack of privacy now was not taken very lightly.

"Even if you somehow managed to miss all of that, I'm sure the doctors would have filled you in." She paused for a moment as she looked up to her. "I'm not crazy."

"I never thought for a moment that you were."

"And despite what everyone thinks, I don't have a death wish."

"You don't?" She asked with an arched brow.

"No." She replied firmly, shifting her weight on the couch.

There was silence in the room for a moment, as blue eyes met brown, both women considering their own thoughts for just a moment.

"Why don't you tell me about the accident, Sara?" She urged softly, wanting to gauge her starting point.

Every patient of hers was different. Sara seemed more driven and stubborn than most, but she could see the ghosts in her eyes, very clearly. She was good at what she did. It would take time, and trust, but she was sure she could get through to her.

Sara thought about it for a moment, her mouth went dry, her right hand clenched into a fist, her left still strapped tight across her chest in a sling, but her arm had been the least of her worries.

No matter how much she thought about what had happened that day - and she thought about it a lot - she couldn't seem to form the words she wanted to describe it.

"I don't think I'm ready to talk about what happened yet."

"That is perfectly fine, Sara. I won't push you to talk about anything that you don't want to talk about. We don't even have to talk at these sessions. Everything is at your own time. You set the pace."

Sara considered this for a moment. She had a feeling this could be of benefit to her. Samantha made her feel safe, and offered her a feeling of hope that she could work through this, and things may return to normal soon.

It was a long way off, but if she didn't think optimistically, she knew she would lose what little composure she had managed to retain. After another minute or two, she nodded at Samantha, signalling she was ready to continue, finished with her silent battle.

"Where do we start?"

"Why don't we start at the beginning?" The blonde suggested, and Sara blanched knowing what that meant, feeling her stomach lurch.

"Why don't you tell me about your family?"

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A/N: Just the beginning! Leave me a review and let me know if you think I should continue, or just to say you enjoyed it!