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They say death waits for nobody, but what if you have to wait for death to come? Could you take it? What if everything you've experienced meant nothing in the end? Could you take it? Can you fight what you're destined to become?

Jordan hadn't left her apartment in two days. She had told Garret she needed to get away to sort out some things but when she came to her apartment she couldn't leave. Two days she had spent in her apartment; on the kitchen floor, on her sofa…

She couldn't go, it had been so easy in the past to just pack her bags and leave. This time it was different; she was running from herself in more ways than one.

"My whole life I've fought to become what is my destiny."

Two days had gone by and she hadn't slept. She couldn't. The dream was still haunting her, calling out to her, "Jordan…here…Jordan I need you…"

She still couldn't make out the woman or who she was. The brief time she did fall asleep on the kitchen she saw the woman again. She had no face…just her hand that was extended to her. Calling out to her "Jordan I need you" over and over again.

Soon after Jordan startled awake and let out a scream. "What…what do you want from me?" she cried out. "I don't know what you want," she whispered.

Two days had gone by and no sleep. At the end of the second day she dressed herself and got into her car. Hesitantly she started the car as if she didn't know where she was going. After a short ride she stopped in front of a building, a building she had been in many times before. She sat in her seat though for some ten minutes talking herself into going inside. "It has to be done…he can make sense out of it. He can." Five minutes later she was knocking on his door.

Knock…knock…knock knock…knock knock knock…

She could hear some movement coming from the other side of the door, "Ok ok I'm coming hold your horses." She took a deep breath as she heard the door open and cracked a smile…somewhat.

"Jordan!" he wasn't able to mask his surprise.

"Hi," she said nervously. "Can I come in? I don't know why I ended up here…I was gonna leave…" She didn't know how to finish.

"I see, it's late but come in. I wasn't sleepy anyways besides I seem to recall we're at our best outside the office, what do you say?" He motioned for her to come inside.

"Yea I know, thanks Dr. Stiles."

"Oh my dear, don't thank me just yet. How bout some tea?"

"Stiles I'm not here for tea."

"Well then what are you here for?"

"I don't know…you bring out the worst in me but I don't know…on some level it helps."

"Oh, how so?"

She groaned, "Stiles I don't have time for this ok. I just need you to make sense of what's happening to me."

This surprised him a great deal. "Jordan all right what is happening?"

"Well it seems they were right, I'm crazy, I feel crazy, I'm acting crazy…in short I'm losing it doc." She was walking around his living room deciding where to sit but couldn't make up her mind so she just stood.

"Well let me ask you this then, why do you think you're crazy?"

She scoffed, "Why? Because I am. I'm seeing things, I feel different…I'm becoming…I'm becoming my mother," her expression changed when she mentioned her mother. This was the first time she actually said it aloud. The thought had crossed her mind many times in the past couple of days, but saying it aloud and to someone else as well was terrifying.

"You think you're becoming your mother?"

"Yea, it's long overdue don't you think? Destiny fulfilled they say."

"Destiny Jordan? You don't believe in destiny. Let's go back to the start, when did you start to fulfill this destiny of yours?"

She finally picked a chair where she sat the remainder of her visit. "I'm dreaming. I see a woman. She's calling me."

"What does she say?"

"She keeps telling me here, she needs me. It's not a lot but I feel like I have to go to her."

"Oh…tell me more…why do you feel you have to go to her?"

"I can't," she responded more in a childlike manner.

"Sure you can, just relax and close your eyes. Picture the woman…you're safe here ok. Go back to where she is speaking to you, calling you. Can you tell me how you feel?"

Jordan listened to Stiles without a fight. She felt herself relaxed enough to go back to her dream sequence. "I hear her, she's calling me."

"Ok good listen to her, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm scared…scared of her. I don't want to go to her."

"Jordan it's ok remember she can't hurt you."

"She wants me to go with her…her hand is extended towards me."

"Do you know the woman Jordan? Try to look at her face."

"She has no face…"

"No face? Hmm interesting. Why is that Jordan, do you know why she has no face?"

"No…I don't want to…"

"Jordan I want you to look at her face…try for me…try to see her face ok."

"I can't…I …I…wait! I see her…her eyes…I know her eyes."

"Good. That's good Jordan, can you tell me more?"

"I see…oh god I see…me."

"You see yourself Jordan?"

"I see myself in her eyes. I see…no!"

"Jordan? What's wrong?"

"I gotta go now. No! I have to leave." She gathered her things and ran out to her car.

"Jordan wait!" he stammered in vain. He couldn't stop her. It wasn't the first time she had stormed out during a session but this time he had a different feeling about it. He felt this time it was more serious, he couldn't let it go.

A/N: I have no clue how a shrink/therapist/psychiatrist would handle a session (like this), so if it's not really plausible my apologies.