AN: I originally wrote this sort of as a separate fic from "Coin and Pill Capsules" but with FFN's system, I think it's in my best interest to post it as a second chapter and not a separate one-shot. It's sort of an outtake. I did not originally intend to even write it, but considering what Worth did in the first part, I think this interaction needed to be displayed. If anyone still wants to comment on the medical aspect after this, feel free. Once again, Hanna is Not a Boy's Name does not belong to me. It is the property of Tessa Stone, and no money is being made nor is any offense meant.

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POWER OF SUGGESTION

-by: Lira-

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Lamont woke up with a splitting headache and a bad taste in his mouth, and his pillow smelled like vomit and ash which told him he was in Worth's bed. On Worth's mattress. Whatever. He placed one hand against the wall and levered himself into a sitting position, at which point he realized that he wasn't wearing any pants. With all of Worth's deadpan lines about what would happen if he passed out when they were drinking again, this was highly suspicious.

Lamont realized then that Worth was sitting in his swivel chair a few feet away, smoking a cigarette.

"Mornin' sunshine," Worth told him, the cigarette dangling.

"Fuck, Luce," Lamont muttered, his throat feeling dry. "What time is... What the fuck?"

"Guess it's not mornin'," Worth amended, but almost as if he hadn't heard Lamont. "Almost six inna evenin', act'lly. Doan' us'lly take it that hard, Mont."

By that point, Lamont had recollected most of the prior evening's events. "You fucking drugged me!" he exclaimed, before wincing. Noise. He'd have to talk more quietly. "What were you expecting, that I'd wake up and make you breakfast? If my head didn't hurt, I'd punch you in the face."

Worth laughed once, a low chuckle. "Lettin' me off easy, are yeh?"

"You could say that," Lamont returned, cracking his knuckles like he was reconsidering.

"Yeh stayed hard fer about three hours, twenty-six minutes," Worth confided. "Give er take."

"You kept count," Lamont said, not a question, voice going hollow while he thought about it. "You kept count down to the minute."

"Wha's th' point uv an experiment if yer not gunna collect th' data?" Worth asked. Like it was nothing.

"I'm going," Lamont began, low and deliberate and with his hand again braced against the wall. "To break your face." He remembered for a moment that he'd smashed Worth's face into a desk the night before, but he didn't care. "I should be dead with my kidneys in your cooler and I'm going to turn the front of your head into pulp."

Lamont started to push himself up from the mattress, but Worth just waved a hand at him like he didn't care.

"Siddown," Worth said. "All yeh had was half a tablet uv viagra. An' 'bout half a teaspoon uv salt."

Lamont fell over.

"What?" he asked, after a long minute had passed between them. He could feel the fingers of one hand clenching and unclenching. "You said... What?"

"Yeah. Half a tablet," Worth confirmed.

"But I... What about..." Lamont ventured, not even sure what he wanted to ask, what he wanted Worth to say to explain himself. "The chest pain. The nausea. The three hour boner. What the fuck, Luce."

"Oh," Worth said, like he'd forgotten something. "An' Aye wanted yeh t'sleep after, but yeh drank a lot so Aye grabbed yeh sum vitamins an' a melatonin. Nat'ral sleep aide, all that."

Lamont's brain ground back to a stop, going over once again what he'd had put into his system. Not even a normal dose of viagra, and not even as much alcohol as he and Worth usually drank, even if he'd downed it a good bit quicker. All of a sudden he could hear a thundering in his ears that had nothing to do with the hangover, and all of a sudden he was finding that his head hurt a lot less than he'd expected.

"Luce you fucking asshole," he found himself yelling, no longer caring about upsetting his tortured head. He surged to his feet and slammed Worth's entire chair back against the opposing wall.

Worth was just grinning as he looked up at Lamont, like he hadn't even been jarred when the chair made contact with the wall. Lamont held onto the chair with one hand before using the other to plow into Worth's face. Worth didn't even try and get out of the way. Lamont yanked back and did it again, trying his damned best to keep his promise and turn Worth's face into pulp.

When Lamont went to hit Worth for the fourth time, Worth pulled his leg up and kicked Lamont in the knee, before slamming his knee into Lamont's groin. Lamont wasn't even wearing underwear, and it fucking hurt. He doubled over, almost falling on top of Worth in the chair. Lamont was winded, but Worth's nose and the side of his face were just bleeding something awful, and he managed to speak without too much difficulty.

"Wha's th' problem, Mont?" Worth asked. "Doan' like seein' wot th' power of suggestion kin do t'yeh?"

Lamont almost laughed but it came out like a sob, and he followed it up by pulling his arm back, turning it so he could drive his fist right into Worth's gut. Worth gasped out hard, all the air escaping him, but it kind of sounded like he was laughing, too. Lamont hit him a couple more times, or tried to, but by that point they were both laughing and that hurt almost as much as fighting because of what they'd already accomplished.

Lamont knew he was just relieved that nothing horrible was going to happen to him, that he was going to be okay, and he knew he was privately a little impressed that Worth had tricked him quite that well. He would never tell Worth that he kind of admired it, that he was amazed that he'd been so fucked up on suggestion alone.