Hey so bored, but guess what my boredom is your entertainment. New chapter, here you go.

Chapter 1

4 years after prologue...

Dark gray walls, cement floor, two red chairs, and one person filling the red chair while the other sits besides it in their wheel chair. Posters saying that 'You can do it!' and 'Life is too short for not trying.' lie on the walls to decorate the room. None of those posters are helping either of their moods.

Man and woman, starring down at each other, waiting for the other to talk first. The air in the room is so thick it makes molasses seem thin.

"This is a joke," the man in the wheel chair says angrily, "I'm paying for this. Are we even going to do anything today?"

"No we aren't because you came here 15 minutes late. If you are going to be late for your sessions and waste my time, then we aren't going to have sessions and I'm going to waste your time. That's my policy. If you have a problem with it then you are going to have to find another person. Oh and by the way, you are not paying for these sessions. People from Chicago and all around the country are, this is a government owned Veteran's Hospital." The fiery woman snaps back in the same attitude as the man.

"I thought you were going to pick me up besides, I can't go anywhere else, they all rejected me because I was 'too much to handle'. That's a load of crap."

"Yes, you are too much to handle. I've gotten plenty of reports about you. They send the stubborn ones to me, because guess what, I am stubborn. And I care about people too, so I will try and I will push you to your potential. If you are not up for it then just get out of here."

The man smirks, the woman notices that he is very attractive. Deep blue eyes, his hair is longer because he obviously hasn't tried in a long time. His face is scruffy and there's a tattoo that licks up his neck. The woman cannot tell what the tattoo is, but she knows that it's there. "Fine then, I'm just stuck here, talking to an insane person."

"And I'm the one in therapy?"

Knowing far too well that he deserved that one, the man eases back and takes in the silence. Still he can't help the fact that her comeback felt like a slap. "Ouch cheap shot, I see, I'll give that to you. Well played Ms..."

"Just call me Tris."

"Fine then...Tris...you interested-"

She cuts him off fast. "I'm not interested."

"How did you know what I was going to say?" He asks in disbelief.

"All guys who've been in a hospital for a few months without their girlfriend or wife all think of one thing. Besides I am happily engaged."

"To who?"

"This session is not about me."

"It could be."

"No it's not." She sighs and picks up her clipboard. "Tobi-"

"You know, talking to you is like playing chess."

"Talking to me is like playing chess?" Tris asks in disbelief.

"Yes, you see moves and counter moves. I'm trying to set you up for check, you know rendering you speechless. You always find a way around it. That's how life is. Life is just a giant came of chess, which I would say that you are winning because you got me one time. That was you taking my queen. Now I am left open, you queen is on the hunt for my king."

Tris raises her eyebrows up, he just might be insane. Maybe she should talk to his other therapist about his medicine...that he's not taking. Dammit. The nurses and his other therapist told her that before he got here. The whole report was definitely not pretty. "That's a weird way of thinking."

"I like it." He says shrugging.

"It's also not a healthy way of thinking."

"It is when you are in my condition."

"Which you could have been out of three months ago. If you would only take you medicine and do your exercises, instead of driving each of your therapists insane."

"No." He says stubbornly.

"No?" Tris crosses her arms, not backing down. If a game of chess he wants, a game of chess he will get.

"Do you need me to spell it out for you, N.O. I am not taking any freaking medicine that makes me feel weird and I am definitely not doing any stupid exercises that will do nothing for me." He growls at Tris ready for her and her bright blue eyes to attack back.

"Don't you want to get out of here and live a normal life?"

"Nothing about my life has ever been normal."

Tris's mind starts to spin, the only way to get him into this check mate that he's been talking about is to threaten to take away what he has. "You know the apartments in the physical therapy ward that you've been staying in are definitely not cheap. You also know that there is a waiting list for those apartments. It would be a shame if you lost yours because you didn't take your medicine, and all the nurses who were so poorly forced to take care of you all decided to throw in one giant complaint. That apartment is a privilege not a right. Besides, the only reason that you were given an apartment in the physical therapy ward was because you promised each of your past therapists that you would take your medicine. I also remember hearing that you did pretty well too. They were going to lower your dosage too. Check."

He sighs, she's smart and knows where to hit. Not his idea of a good time and he's definitely not appreciating this chess theme that she's been playing at. That's his idea on life, she just can't use it and abuse it. "Yeah I know, tell me something that I don't. I had an episode, everyone has one. I haven't had one in a while." The metaphoric king moves out of check.

"Tobias, the nurses tell me everything. You've been having an episode every night since. Your level of PTSD is pretty severe."

Great I thought the nurses were on my side. Tobias thinks to himself.

She continues, "Your previous apartment at the psych ward is still open, with your same roommate that you had before. He refuses to get help too. So unless you want to go back to Eric and lose your privacy, I would rethink everything. Check."

Tobias sits there for a second starring at her, thinking that as she's bluffing. He learned to identify the signs of someone who is lying. She shows none of them. The nurses weren't kidding when they told him that she was stubborn. In his opinion she's a pain in the ass. One move, one survivor. Rings in his head as he goes through the choices. Something that his grandfather, uncles, and father has taught him. Play it right.

Is he really going to let this soulless killing queen take away his freedom. The thought of it makes him feel neutered. I'm a man Dammit, I don't get pushed around by little girls. You just might want to rethink that, she's bigger than you think. Probably has some kind of magic that- geez thinking about magic? You definitely need help now. "Fine." He mumbles so softly that he can barely hear it himself.

Tris leans forward smirking, believing that she heard him concede. "What's that?"

"Fine, I'll do it." He mumbles again tasting it's bitter taste as it leaves his mouth.

"What is that? I'm only hearing mumbles come out of your mouth."

"I'll listen to you okay? I'll take the damn medicine!"

"Okay," Tris says smirking, enjoying the moment. "I have to get to my next patient, so our time here is done. I'll see you tomorrow, and if I find out that you aren't taking your medicine, then-"

"You won't be happy, I know what you will do, and I'm not going to be happy." Tobias starts wheeling towards the door with his tail between his legs, definitely feeling neutered now. Tris stands behind him with her bag and the paper work in her hands. Tobias will not forget the one thing that she whispered in his ear, something that he can not let her think anymore.

"Check. Mate."