Author's Note: This is a story about Mort Rainey and his therapist…not some boring story like it sounds it's actually a romance/horror. Ok, well I'm going to give you some advice. Watch out for where somebody starts talking and stops, I add things to the sentences that Mort thinks but does not say. OK? Ready Set Read!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my assumptions and Doctor Melissa Anthony of physiology.

Therapy

(Mort's Point of View)

Once again I opened my door and Melissa stood there looking gorgeous. She wore a black mini skirt with a white blouse under a pink vest-like tank top. She smiled at me.

"Sorry I'm late." She said shyly, was that shyly or was she nervous about being alone with me again?

"No problem, come on in." She smiled and dropped her purse on the couch.

"It's smells delicious what is it?"

"Spaghetti, meatballs, and garlic bread." She laughed bemused and took a seat down at the table after I pulled her chair out for her. I sat down across from her and started to eat. For a few awkward moments the only sounds in my empty cabin were the sounds of our forks hitting the plates and us putting our drinks down on the mahogany table. Finally I decided I didn't want to spend the entire evening in silence.

"So Melissa when did you start in psychology?" She smiled and nodded and chewed before she answered.

"I started as soon as I left college when I was nineteen and that was four years ago." I nodded appreciatively.

"And you with writing, Mort?"

"Oh well, I never went to college, I started writing in high school and a teacher suggested one of my short stories to an editor but as soon as it was edited I dropped out. So I finally got it put in a different magazine about 3 months later but, I got it in." She nodded.

"Well, Mort, I don't really know that much about you so let's go back and forth and ask each other questions." I looked at her and suppressed a laugh.

"Ok, I'll go first. What's your favorite color?"

"Green, and your's?"

"Purple. Have you ever had any pets?"

"Another fan? I buried my dog!" I yelled to the body guard.

"Yeah a dog. You?"

"What was his name?"

"I don't remember, I was only a kid."

Liar.

It doesn't matter as soon as she finds out you're a nut you'll be alone again.

"Oh. I used to have a cat but she got hit by a car."

"I'm sorry."

"That's fine. So what's your favorite food?"

"Corn."

"I like bacon."

That was Amy's favorite food.

"Cool, so do you live in an apartment, Melissa?"

"Yeah, actually I do." I nodded and chewed my food when my phone rang.

"Hold on a second ok?"

"Yeah sure."

"Sorry."

"No problem." I smiled as I went into the living room and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi is Amy there?"

"Excuse me?"

"Amy, Amy Rainey."

"No she doesn't live here any more."

"Mort, Mort is that you?"

"Yeah…who is this?"

"Amy's mom."

Dear god! Not this again.

"Mrs. Limpstin," I started.

"Miss! Miss Limpstin."

"Right, Miss Limpstin. Amy and her boyfriend Ted are on vacation in Australia." I lied, her heart and stability can't take it.

"Oh, boyfriend isn't you two married?" Crazy old lady and non-proper language. I held my tongue on correcting her.

"Yes, but I found her and him together. Miss Limpstin I'm in the middle of a business meeting do you mind if I go?"

"Business meeting at this time of night, well I guess so,"

"Thanks bye." I hung up the phone. As I walked back to the table Melissa looked very, very, hurt.

♥ (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) ♥

"Who was that?"

"My ex's mom."

"Ex? Or wife on vacation?" Her eyes swam with tears that were threatening to fall.

"Ex. Her mom is in a mental hospital for short memory loss."

"Is that so, why didn't you tell her you were divorced?"

"It would be so long and I wanted to get back to you."

"Why did the two of you get a divorce anyway? Tell me the truth Morton Rainey." I haven't been called that since Amy was mad at me for ripping her robe.

"Well, fine. I caught Amy and Ted at a motel," she nodded, "you know caught them."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Anyway, I caught them and I held an empty gun, I just wanted to scare them! An empty gun to their faces and the look on her face. She looked sad and scared but guilty, so I started writing that book, well why don't you just read it, it's pretty much the same story as that."

"Mort, you can tell me."

"I haven't told anybody, Melissa. In fact, Shooter told me."

"What are you talking about?"

"It was my body with another man's mind."

"Scuse me?"

"Shooter did it."

"Did what Mort?" I heard a New York accent run through her voice, in the slightest way.

"Why did you move out of New York?"

"What?"

"New York, why did you move out?" Her face contorted from confusion to pure rage.

"Don't side track me!"

"Tell me!" I stood up and yelled clutching the table. Her mouth opened into a small 'o' and her eye brows rose.

"I'm going to go." She said moving to grab her bag.

"Melissa, please don't go."

"Mort! Look at yourself. You just lied to your ex-mother in law, told me you wrote a story about your divorce and it ends in a murder, and to top it all off you've got a split personality. Oh and might I just add that I'm you're therapist and we're sitting here eating dinner on a date!" Her voice faltered and she tried to walk away again but I grabbed her arm I looked into her eyes and I felt her shiver when my thumb ran up her upper arm.

"I'm sorry." She broke eye contact with me and she tried to turn around and I finally let her go.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Melissa." She did something and when she turned around she sat back down at the table. I looked and realized that she had put her purse on my window sill.

"Mort, I'll read the book as soon as I can, let's just get through tonight without bighting each other's heads off, ok?" I nodded.

♥ (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) ♥

(Mort's Point of View!)

"Thanks so much for the dinner Mort." Melissa said to me as I walked her out to the car.

"Did you like the movie?"

"Yeah, Pulp Fiction has always been one of my favorites." I laughed and opened her car door for her.

"I'm glad you didn't leave earlier I had a lot of fun."

"Me too." She smiled and I leaned into her holding the side of her face. She was blushing as she leaned in. When our lips touched I immediately asked for entrance into her mouth but she pulled away after a few seconds of my tongue trying to persuade her.

"Night Mort."

"Good night Melissa." I felt myself turn a bright red as she climbed into her car and I waved to her as she pulled away.

♥ (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) ♥

(Melissa's Point of View!)

I drove off feeling slightly over whelmed. He had finally realized I just wanted a calm night so we ended up watching a movie. I sat on one side of the couch and he sat on the other side of the couch. He had a couch-blanket wrapped around him and half way through the movie I had to snuggle up to him. We both laughed and cringed at the exact same times and some how I found myself being kissed. Sure, I was playing hard to get and now I realized I have good reason.

The sound of my car starting up made me jump, the goose bumps on my skin made me laugh at how foolish I was acting. I pulled into my apartment building parking lot and walked up the stairs instead of the elevator for a change. A fight on the first date and I didn't walk out, weird. I smiled at the old lady who lives in the next room over and walked down the hall towards the laundry mat, still bewildered in why she gave me a look of disgust. I walked in and waved to Jessica the woman that always bought snacks out of the vending machine.

"Hey Jess!" She's only two years younger than me which makes her 21.

"Hey, Melissa. What's up with old lady Harris? She gave you a weird look before she left." Always count on Jess to catch stuff like that.

"I don't know, I realized the same thing. Hey guess who I met." Mort! Jess is a big reader of Mort's work.

"Jessica Simpson? If you did you totally got to get me in with her!" I laughed after I wiped the confused look off of my face.

"Guess again."

"Um…All American Rejects?"

"Who?"

"Never mind." I really must be behind in all these teenager stuff.

"Mort Rainey!" I almost squealed.

"No way! He is like so totally hot!" Her cool posture of leaning on the vending machine totally forgotten, she jumped up and down.

"I know!"

"Is he single?"

Awkward.

How do I explain this?

"Well I just got back from a dinner with him so I highly doubt it."

"OMG! No way, you're kidding? Oh my god, you're not kidding!" She giggled.

"That's why you're shirts all messed up?"

"What? No!" I joined in her laughter.

"I'm just kidding. So are you serious? You really met Mort Rainey?"

"Yeah, I did."

"So what's he like?" She asked.

"Un-like you Jess, I am a grown up whom doesn't gossip…in the open public! Come back to my place after I finish my laundry." We both laughed some more.

"Ok, deal." She smiled as I started to fold my clothes.

"Who are we kidding I'll do this back at my place let's go!" I yelled grabbing my clothes and heading towards the door. I could tell she was following from the clicking sound of her high-heeled black leather boots hitting the floor.

When I finally opened the door to my apartment I turned around and she wasn't there. I heard a scream and raced back out into the hallway. I slid to a stop and saw her looking over the railing.

"Look! It's him!" She yelled, which made the man standing on the ground below us look up. My breath caught in my throat when he smiled at me.

"Hey, Melissa." I found myself blushing.

"Hi…Mort."
"HI MORT!" Jess practically hollered.

"Oh sorry. Mort this is my neighbor Jessica and Jess this is my friend Mort."

Friend?

"Friend? I thought you said you just got back from his place as in a date?" Mort turned tomato red and I felt my neck all the way to my ears turn the same red.

"Well I did I just, wait a second. Mort, what are you doing here?" I looked in his hand and saw my black, long, coat. It was my favorite because it has big buttons on it.

"You left this on my couch." Jessica made an 'aw' sound but I stepped on her toes and she shut up.

"Thanks, do you want to bring it up?" He looked a time for a second before responding.

"Sure, why not right?" So five minutes later Mort was sitting on a chair across from me and next to Jess's chair.

"So…" I started. Mort looked uncomfortable.

"Melissa are you going to do you're laundry?" My blood pressure was rising every time Jess spook.

"Um. I'll do it later." Jess held up a pair of my underwear and I jumped up.

"Who wants some hot-chocolate? I want some hot chocolate! Anybody else? Jess, could I speak with you in the kitchen?" I gestured frantically for her to drop it when Mort stood up.

"I better be going. I brought you you're sweater I'll see you tomorrow ok?" I nodded.

"Thanks Mort and I'm sorry about uh Jess." I said as I hugged him and we walked out to the hall way.

"No problem."

"Ok, but uh really thanks."

"I said it's no problem, little lady." I looked at him weirdly.

"What's with the accent, Mort?"

"I ain't Mort, I'm John Shooter."

"What?"

"How about I tell you what I want ye to know and know one gets hurt, ok pilgrim?"

"I…uh…sure." I said backing into my door and grabbing the handle.

"Mort, please listen to me." He smirked a true smirk that could have scared anyone away.

"I told you Missus I ain't Mr. Rainey." I restrained myself from screaming.

"Please I'll see you tomorrow." I said gesturing him to walk away.

"I think you should let me in little lady, people are starting to stare." I looked down the hall and saw Miss Harris giving me a dirty look because of how close we were standing, so I opened the door and allowed him in.

"Jess, it's time for you to go." Jess looked about to complain but Mort stepped forward.

"The missus and I are going to be busy talking and whatnot but it's time for you to go."

"Oh…ok..Bye. See ya Mort." She giggled rushing out of the door smiling like a kid with candy. I sat on the counter furthest from him.

"We can take care of this like adults, John. What do you want?"

"John? Nobody ever calls me John it's always Shooter." I suppressed a smile and was pretty satisfied that he was talking civilized.

"So, Missus Anthony I think you knows what I want."

"Scuse me?"

"I want you to stop seeing Mr. Rainey for counseling."

"Why? Don't you want him to be healthy and happy?" I questioned backing myself up so I could slide off the other side and grab a knife.

"I surely want him to be happy but if he's healthy, darling I'm not." He was taking steps towards me.

"John. Just calm down." He was growing closer and looking more menacing with every step. I slid off the back and grabbed my kitchen knife.

"Take a step back!" I yelled. He put his hands up to signal defeat. I wanted to call the police but I couldn't, they would take Mort in. So I smiled.

"Talk!" I yelled hoping he would explain his case.

"I'm just warning you Missus, I have a weapon too"

"What?" He pulled a hand gun out of his jacket and I backed up against the wall. A gun against a knife who do you think will win? I ran up to him and realized that I didn't have much time to work.

"Mort! Mort! Listen to me!" I yelled in his face but to my surprise he grabbed the knife and dropped the gun.

"Mort!" I yelled again.

"Why do all the ladies think that I'm Mister Rainey and that screaming his name is going to help them?" He brought the knife down and scraped some skin off of my upper arm. Warm red blood stained my white shirt.

"MORT!" I yelled in pain. I backed farther towards the wall.

"I told you missus that isn't helping you much. You know you're really purty." He grabbed my hair and attempted to cut it off, he only managed to cut a few inches off but I kicked him in the stomach and punched him in the face before he could do any more damage. I ran to the other side of the room and grabbed a lamp and hit him on the back of the head. He crumbled to the floor hopelessly. The police were the least of my problems now.

♥ (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) ♥

(Mort's Point of View!)

I touched the back of my head and felt a sore spot. I opened my eyes and a bright smile greeted my eyes. I closed my eyes trying to readjust to the light and opened my eyes again. Melissa's arm was strewn lazily across my chest, her knees were on the floor and she was leaning against the couch, which is where I'm sitting.

"Oh, thank god, you're alive." She said. I sat up and my hand roamed the couch for my glasses.

"Have you seen…?" She cut me off by placing my glasses on my head.

"Thanks." She nodded nervously.

"Do you mind telling me what happened?" So over the next hour she explained to me what I did, what Shooter did, and most importantly what she did.

"I'm so sorry."

"I can't really say that's it fine because well I'm probably going to bare some scars but I'm not going to authorities." I looked at her and she smiled a weak smile at me but I could see in her eyes there was sadness beyond belief.

"What's wrong?" I asked her not realizing that my hand was playing with her silky locks.

"Mort, do you find it weird that I'm attracted to you?" How am I supposed to answer that?

"That's not what I mean! I mean like with Shooter and all…" She trailed off defensively.

"I know what you mean, and no. I think it's perfectly normal to like one of your patients." I finished slowly.

♥ (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) (Mort) ♥

(Melissa's Point of View!)

He leaned in slowly and so did I. Our lips had barley touched when there was a knock at the door and Jess came striding in.

"Hey Melissa! Mr. Rainey you decided to spend the night?" She said and saw how red we were both in the faces and laughed.

"Was I interrupting something?" We both shook our heads a little too quickly for her liking.

"I see. Well Melissa I wanted to check on you I heard you screaming a while ago."

"Why didn't you come then?"

"I didn't want to walk in on anything." Mort's face went beat red.

"Thanks Jess for your concern but I'm fine so you can go." I said.

"No that's fine, unless you all want me to go?" She wiggled her eyebrow stupidly.

"Get out you ignorant, nosy, neighbor!" Mort grinned a little as I pushed her out o the room.

"Interrupting things?" we both laughed all too calmly for how we were feeling, if he felt the same as I did.

"I, um, so…"I started off awkwardly.

"