Ike sat on the obnoxiously uncomfortable couch, waiting for the therapist to walk in the door. He glanced to the nameplate on the dark oak desk and reread the name for the hundredth time. Dr. Nohansen. Someone else to tell him that he had PTSD, that he needed serious help, that he wasn't fit for active duty anymore... It all boiled down to a cold hard fact: no one wanted him.

Finally the door opened and Ike stood up respectfully, ever the soldier, dark blue eyes meeting cerulean ones.

"Petty Officer Greil?" The beautiful face attached to those gorgeous eyes spoke and he was taken aback. The voice was just as perfect as the woman speaking.

"Y-yes ma'am," he said quickly, bowing slightly. "You must be Doctor Nohansen." She smiled warmly at him, not like anyone else had in a long time.

"Please sit down," she indicated the couch as she sat down the much more comfortable looking chair. He sat and watched her pull out her pen and paper, every movement meticulous and calculated.

"So what's the deal Doc?" he asked her and she looked up at him abruptly. "What do I need to say to get sent back out on the field?"

"Do you feel you need to say the right thing?" she asked and he just grinned.

"We both know this is pointless Doc, you have patients that need you more and I..." his words trailed off, eyes running over her as she wrote something down. "Look just tell them I'm fine and send me back over there."

"Why do you want to go back?" she asked, pen hovering over her paper.

"I..." he froze, watching her raise an eyebrow. "I don't have much else."

"You have a mother and a sister."

"Yeah you read my file, you know my father was killed by an asshole a few years back and my mom and sister never forgave me for not being able to stop it."

"Your file mentions a girlfriend-" Ike snorted, "a miss Samus Aran?"

"Ex girlfriend," he said flatly.

"How'd that end? Tell me," she said and he laughed.

"How does it always end?" he growled as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table, drawing a scowl across those pretty lips of hers.

"She left you for someone else?"

"Look Doc," he said as he stretched out, slouching down trying to get comfortable on the couch, "how would you like it if I asked about your love life?"

"That's not the point of conversation Petty-"

"Just call me Ike," he cut her off, letting his annoyance show. She stared at him, face surprised. "What?"

"You are diagnosed with PTSD-"

"And I'm also a real pain in the ass for authority figures, my remaining living relatives despise me, oh there's the fact that don't want your fucking hollow help," he said and watched her pretty face show a flash of annoyance.

"My help is not hollow," she said honestly, "I really do want to help."

"You wanna help?" Ike looked her over. "Tell them I'm fine."

"I can't do that, I think we need to talk-"

"Oh those words aren't worrisome coming from those lips," he said with a grin and noticed a faint color dusting her cheeks. "How many poor saps have had that sprung on them?"

"That's not the issue right now-"

"I'm sensing a very serious long relationship, one you planned on lasting for your whole life," she stared at him silently, mouth open slightly in shock. "What happened? He dump you? You find his obsession with something unforgivable?"

"Stop," she said firmly and he smirked. "What makes you say those things?"

"I hit a nerve huh?" he grinned at her, his best grin. "Look, I'll be honest, you're an attractive woman so don't give up on men in general. Guy was probably a rich douche right?"

"I said stop," she said and he noticed her white knuckles around her pen. He had hit a nerve. "We are discussing you, not me."

"I guarantee that you're far more interesting," he said, feeling like trying the flirtatious route with her.

"You don't really care, you just want out of here," she said firmly and Ike raised an eyebrow, rather enjoying her discomfort.

"You wanna help?" Ike said finally and she nodded. "Then find me someone or something that needs a broken man," he said the words softly, hating them as he said them.

"Do you think you're broken?"

"It doesn't matter, everyone else does." He glanced at the clock on the wall and gave her a grin. "Times up sweet cheeks," he said as he stood up. Without another word he left her office.

XxXxXx

Zelda sat on her couch, Ike's file in her hands as she read over the facts listed. He was a top notch soldier, on the fast track to a long military career with many advancements... Zelda stared at one of the filed pictures of him suited up, standing next to another young man in a uniform she recognized as Prince Marth. They were both grinning like fools, blue hair plastered to their heads with sweat. Zelda smiled at the photo, the professional facade slipping a bit as she thumbed through the photos they had of him. He was handsome, there was no way to deny that. Her growing smile faded as she came across a picture of him with what had to be Samus, the ex girlfriend. Zelda felt a spike of unprofessional jealously as she looked the beautiful woman over, Ike's arm around her, his dress uniform making his blue eyes pop.

Zelda took a long slow sip of her red wine, listening to her friend Link coming through the front door. "Heya Zelda!" he held up a container holding something that smelled like mexican food and she smiled.

"Mind reader," she taunted as she stood, closing the folder.

"Part of my charm," he said and ran around her, snatching up the file. "Who's this cutie?" he asked with a teasing tone. "Petty officer Ike Greil-"

"That's a private file!" Zelda tried to grab it but when Link used his height to his advantage, she was too short. "Link please."

"You never bring work back," Link said, eyes narrowing as he flipped through the folder. "Holy crap this guy's one of the survivors of the Crimea assault! This guy's a fucking hero!"

"He's got some issues," she growled angrily as she tried to grab the folder again.

"Zelda, this guy was in the battle against that tyrannical fuck!" Link sat in Zelda's chair and she let out a frustrated noise. "My goddesses Zelda this guy-"

"Killed the mad king Ashnard, by himself, by hand," Zelda said, knowing the page he was on. "He was also the victim of a surprise attack, he hauled his best friends out of the burning wreckage of the tank they were in. He almost died bringing out the corpse of his fellow soldier and good friend. Only one survived other than him, Prince Marth."

"The prince doing this for a publicity stunt?" Link pulled up the pictures and grinned at the one of Ike and Marth. "Must be nice being that cozy with a royal."

"That royal is in a coma," she said and Link looked at her for a moment.

"So you think this Ike feels bad about that? He's done more than anyone could ever ask of one man, he's..."

"He's amazing, but he won't talk to me. He had a girlfriend he was serious with, and now she's an ex... Might be why he won't talk to me about things, trust issues." Link found the photo with Samus and held it up.

"Hello there..."

"Link," Zelda moved to the food he brought, "how do I get him to open up?"

"Treat him like an equal," Link offered. "Maybe unbutton your top button tomorrow... show some skin."

"Link!" she shot him a glare and he got up, still flipping through the file as they moved to her table. "I'm not going to whore myself out to-"

"To this?" Link held up a photo of a shirtless Ike, getting his arm bandaged, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Yeah because you've whored yourself out to hotter... Oh wait that's me, I get the hotties. You get the..." he motioned and she tossed a napkin at him.

"He is handsome, but he's a patient, considered dangerous and possibly suicidal," she pointed out and he scowled at her.

"Buzzkill," he said and then stuck out his tongue. In a fit of rare immaturity Zelda returned the gesture before opening the container and digging into her enchiladas.