Okay here is my second fanfic. I'm going to try one based around couples therapy and how they deal with everything that has happened in season 2 right from the beginning. Basically I've taken notes while watching each episode again about what happened and how they seemed to feel and added a little bit of my own creative flair into it all, hope you like it!

Talking it through

It's not that easy

Sandy strode towards the pristine, white office lavishly furnished with the latest Danish furniture with Kirsten in tow. Kirsten had been at rehab for 3 weeks now and through her deep sessions with her therapist she had finally exposed herself and it had been obvious that her actions had been her coping mechanism for the issues with her husband and father. With her father dead now, the only option he had was to propose couples therapy so that she could finally talk with him about whatever problems they had and only then would she be able to get on the road to full recovery. Her hand in his was shaking slightly more each step they took closer to the glass door, knowing that on the other side they were finally going to talk. She knew that they were eventually going to talk about the past year, she just had envisioned it not involving a third person to help them.

"Kirsten? Honey? We can do this. Don't worry; it's going to help you get better."

Better. It still was hard for her to recognise that she had a problem. Problem. There, she couldn't even admit that she was an alcoholic. All these thoughts were whirring around her head but still in the past three weeks she had barely been able to string together more than two sentences at a time without falling silent once again. She knew she had shut herself out again, it was how she coped. Coped. Coped with what though? The fact that she was an alcoholic, the fact that she had hurt her husband and father, the fact that they both had hurt her too or the fact that she had hurt her sons. All of them a voice answered back. It was time to talk.

"Hi, Kirsten, Sandy. I'm Dr. Simmons and I'll be your therapist for these sessions. Now I see you've signed up for ten to start and then it is up to you whether or not you need to continue. I hope that you will participate fully in these as it has been recognised that this will greatly improve Kirsten's recovery. Just remember, we are here because you have issues, whether or not you are ready to admit to them, and they need sorting out for both of your benefits. Well, take a seat and we'll begin now shall we?"

Sandy glanced over towards his wife, Kirsten. Her face was withdrawn and blank, his mind strained as he tried to remember when it was happy. Truly happy, he corrected himself. It had seemed that for months and months she had plastered on her face like every other Newpsie and carried on life like nothing had happened. His mind wandered back to one time in the Cohen kitchen. "Denial is a very effective coping mechanism" Life was so much happier then. You would never know that this was the same family, same marriage as then. Things had changed, people had come in and out and now they were here, in couples's therapy because of it. Sandy would never have picked that his marriage would be the one that needed saving. Sure they had been in tiny ruts before but they had easily gotten over those once they had realised. But this, this was something different. They had stopped communicating. They both had unresolved issues but their lives carried on right on top and they seemed to get lost below, almost forgotten but still there.

"Well, seeing the two of you are not ready to begin, I'll have to start off for you. So Kirsten, when did this begin?" The therapist enquired, realising the work that was needed to be done in this case. He recognised the love for one another but there was something in between it, a wall.

She realised this wasn't going to fix itself, that she wasn't going to just fix herself. She needed Sandy's help and that was only going to be possible if she opened up, something she hadn't done for over a year; too long. But she tried to let the words come out but they couldn't. She tried to let them flow but all they did was swarm around her head in a large wave, crashing around. Images flashed through her mind as the past events of the years replayed from the summer without the boys, their return, her father's case, Lindsay; her half sister, Rebecca, her rings, Carter, the crash, and then her father. A flood of tears began to stream down her face and she ran for the door quickly escaping Sandy's hold and running, running, running. Running away from her problems, running away from her husband, running away from her hope of reforming.

Okay there is just a taster, I'm working on the next chapter so look forward to it this time tomorrow hopefully if I don't give in and post it tonight! I tried to get her to speak but I realised how hard it would be and just couldn't let her. Sorry!