Alright Chapter four. While writing this I heard Stephen Fry's voice while writing Dr Harding's dialogue. I think it helped with the brain thinking process either that or I'm really strange. Enjoy.

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Chapter Four

The session

Owen grumbled as he walked down the street back towards the Torchwood SUV. While Peter was having a nice lunch with the shrink he had to sacrifice his lunch with the rest of the team to question the neighbours and keep a look out for Sophie Davison. So far the neighbours had been helpful to the point where they couldn't say if they saw Sophie being dragged away by the killer or if she had indeed escaped.

He could understand why Peter had gone to see the psychologist but what puzzled him was why Jack would allow him to go during an investigation. He couldn't blame Peter for wanting to see one as some days he would come in with black circles under his eyes and in a silent mood.

As he got closer to the SUV he noticed Jack with his back against the door waiting for the others. He seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood, but it was to be expected. Owen walked up and stood next to him.

"Any luck?" Jack asked him.

"No the neighbours can't decide if she escaped or was abducted." Owen answered folding his arms.

"Same here except they can't decide if they have seen her." Jack explained sighing.

"I wonder how Gwen and Tosh got on." Owen said looking at the cars passing by.

"I don't think they have much luck either. Either we keep looking or we go back to the hub to see if the computer had finishing scanning the blood." Jack said looking at Owen.

"Well could we call Peter to look around where he is?" Owen asked quite hoping he would say yes.

"I can't ask Peter to leave his therapy session. At the moment I'm inclined for him to put himself first before the investigation." Jack answered which really disappointed Owen.

"Alright, what's taking the girls so long?" Owen asked trying to hide his disappointment.

"Come on let's go find them." Jack's said when he saw the disappointment in Owen's face.

I looked at Dr Harding and didn't know how to answer his question. It was true that I was there to find out why I was having nightmares but I knew that in the end I would discover new problems that I would never have thought of. So I decided to go for the easiest approach and tell the truth.

"Well for the last month or so I've started to have these really bad nightmares. The problem is I have no idea whatsoever why I am having them. All I know is that it is affecting my mental state." I answered as he dished up the quiche.

"Ah I see, you do know that everyone has nightmares, it's just the question of what events in their life have caused them to have nightmares. First of all though I would ask you to tell me a little about yourself as to get you to feel more at ease alright!" He smiled and sat down after he dished up his own.

I took up my fork and dug into the quiche. "Well as you can hear from my accent, I'm an Aussie expat, twenty five years old, moved to Cardiff over two years ago. Um work for Torchwood Three..."

"Ah yes, I work for Torchwood as a psychologist of course." He smiled. "Please continue."

"Um been working for Torchwood for two months now, it's a brilliant job and I'm having fun." I finished wasn't sure what else he wanted. "Also this is delicious." I added pointing to the quiche.

"Thank you, it's a recipe I got from my niece. She's lives with me but at the moment travelling with a friend. Are you living with anyone?" He asked smiling.

"No live on my own." I answered. "I have a boyfriend though, been with him for two months."

"And you haven't taken the step of moving in?"

"Actually it hasn't come up; well you see he's also my boss." I explained and blushed.

He smiled and dug into his quiche. "Yes I have heard of Captain Jack Harkness. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Office romances are common."

I nodded and poured both of us a cup of tea. He looked at me and smiled. I just wanted to be helpful as it was in my nature.

"It's more than an office romance. Two months ago I met him during an investigation. I fell in love and joined Torchwood." I explained.

"Uncle Charlie, are you home?" said a voice from the corridor.

"Yes Claire, I'm in here with a patient." He called back. "Claire's my niece." He said looking at me.

I nodded and picked up my cup of tea. A few minutes later a girl entered with short copper coloured hair, blue eyes and wearing a black jacket, blue t-shirt and black jeans. She smiled when she saw me.

"Hi I'm Claire Harding, well I can't stay long. Just came for some more clothes." She said looking at both of us.

"Yes well do come back, won't you." Dr Harding said laughing.

"Of course, I always do. I made him promise remember." Claire said rolling her eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Gave me a quick wave and left.

"Yes, now where were we?" Dr Harding said picking up his cup of tea.

Claire Harding waited at the bottom of the stairs for her friend. He had insisted on being on the one to get her more clothes while she went to say hello to her uncle. What was taking him so long? She thought as she looked at her watch.

"Sorry I wasn't sure what you wanted." Her friend said as he walked down the stairs a few minutes later.

"Don't worry as long as you got enough clothes I'm happy." She said smiling.

"How's your uncle?"

"He's fine, with a patient at the moment." She answered.

Her friend looked down the corridor towards the kitchen and spotted the man who was sitting opposite her uncle.

"I think I know him." He said looking back at Claire.

An hour later I walked back to my car which was parked across the street. The first session was just him getting to know me before we tackled my problem. After his niece had left I had told him about my father's death and about my other family back home in Australia. He ruled out my father's death as an event which would cause my nightmares as I had already received therapy for that when I was younger. The next session would be at my place into two days time.

The phone started to ring in my pocket. I took it out and answered without checking you it was.

"Hi sorry if I'm interrupting but meet us at Cardiff Royal hospital. Sophie Davison was found two blocks away from her house alive but unconscious." Jack said.

"I'm on my way." I said before hanging up.

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