A/N: Hey guys! Glad to see you're still reviewing, thanks bunches! To
answer some of the questions I've been getting in the reviews, yes the
wedding vows were the ones from the episode and the poem is not original
from me. It had an unknown author and can be found in various websites and
other place around the net. Alright and now on with the story...
Piper sat in the waiting room flipping through this month's issue of Vogue. She still couldn't believe she was here, it never had been her choice to go. Paige and Phoebe had nagged her to and eventually she couldn't take it anymore and so she scheduled an appointment. So now here she sat waiting, wondering what she was going to do once she got in there. Psychiatrists were always a little scary, but when you weren't really sure why you were there, now that could cause a problem. Yet Piper did know, who was she kidding. The dreams never stopped, neither did the headaches, the panic attacks, everything. It was eating her alive and she couldn't take it. She knew she'd made the right decision, this was going to help her.
"Piper Halliwell." The nurse called
Piper quickly got up and followed the nurse to the large room in the back. Piper sat down on the leather couch and waited. Just looking around she could tell this man was the typical shrink. The leather couches, the various diplomas hung in neat expensive frames and the large windows that displayed the bay. And she bet anything that he was going to be old with a beard and golden rimmed glasses. When the doorknob began to turn Piper waited, with little anticipation knowing that her prediction would be dead on. Boy, was she wrong! Into the office stepped a young man, no older than Piper, with dark hair and dreamy brown eyes. He was wearing jeans and a Ralph Lauren polo and he bore no resemblance to the fictitious character Piper had created in her mind.
"Hello Piper, I'm Dr. Cohen." He said as he outstretched his hand.
'Clean, short nails and no wedding band.' Piper thought to herself
"Hello Doctor." Piper replied
He took a seat across from Piper and turned on a small tape recorder that sat on the coffee table that separated himself from Piper.
"I hope you don't mind, I like to record my sessions with patients. This way I can go home and review them, really get to know the person and therefore offer them better help."
Piper imagined him sitting at home, in a white tee-shirt and boxers, examining her session, listening to her speak, it excited her.
"Sure, I don't mind if you tape me."
"Okay, thanks. So, how about we get started, why don't you tell me a little about yourself."
"Okay, well..." Piper looked at her hands, trying to figure out what to tell him, where should she start, "ugh, I don't know if I can do this."
"It's okay Piper, how about you tell me about your family life."
Piper cringed when he said family life. Did she qualify as having one. Sure she had sisters, a brother-n-law, a nephew, a soon to be niece or nephew and a soon to be brother-n-law, but what about her own family, she had one, but no longer.
Dr. Cohen could tell something was wrong.
"Piper, it's okay, go on. I promise anything you tell me will stay confidential."
"Okay, well I have two sisters, well I had three once, but....."
And once Piper started she kept going. She told him about her current family life, about the death of Prue and she even talked about the shooting. Of course she cried, she even laughed and although she normally would have been embarrassed she felt a sense of comfort with Dr.Cohen. She could tell him things and not feel afraid of what he'd think. He was there for her.
Suddenly a timer was heard.
"I'm sorry Piper, but our time is up."
They quickly bid farewell and Piper left. And as she was heading towards her car Piper felt good. Things were getting better and she couldn't wait to see Dr. Cohen next week.
Piper sat in the waiting room flipping through this month's issue of Vogue. She still couldn't believe she was here, it never had been her choice to go. Paige and Phoebe had nagged her to and eventually she couldn't take it anymore and so she scheduled an appointment. So now here she sat waiting, wondering what she was going to do once she got in there. Psychiatrists were always a little scary, but when you weren't really sure why you were there, now that could cause a problem. Yet Piper did know, who was she kidding. The dreams never stopped, neither did the headaches, the panic attacks, everything. It was eating her alive and she couldn't take it. She knew she'd made the right decision, this was going to help her.
"Piper Halliwell." The nurse called
Piper quickly got up and followed the nurse to the large room in the back. Piper sat down on the leather couch and waited. Just looking around she could tell this man was the typical shrink. The leather couches, the various diplomas hung in neat expensive frames and the large windows that displayed the bay. And she bet anything that he was going to be old with a beard and golden rimmed glasses. When the doorknob began to turn Piper waited, with little anticipation knowing that her prediction would be dead on. Boy, was she wrong! Into the office stepped a young man, no older than Piper, with dark hair and dreamy brown eyes. He was wearing jeans and a Ralph Lauren polo and he bore no resemblance to the fictitious character Piper had created in her mind.
"Hello Piper, I'm Dr. Cohen." He said as he outstretched his hand.
'Clean, short nails and no wedding band.' Piper thought to herself
"Hello Doctor." Piper replied
He took a seat across from Piper and turned on a small tape recorder that sat on the coffee table that separated himself from Piper.
"I hope you don't mind, I like to record my sessions with patients. This way I can go home and review them, really get to know the person and therefore offer them better help."
Piper imagined him sitting at home, in a white tee-shirt and boxers, examining her session, listening to her speak, it excited her.
"Sure, I don't mind if you tape me."
"Okay, thanks. So, how about we get started, why don't you tell me a little about yourself."
"Okay, well..." Piper looked at her hands, trying to figure out what to tell him, where should she start, "ugh, I don't know if I can do this."
"It's okay Piper, how about you tell me about your family life."
Piper cringed when he said family life. Did she qualify as having one. Sure she had sisters, a brother-n-law, a nephew, a soon to be niece or nephew and a soon to be brother-n-law, but what about her own family, she had one, but no longer.
Dr. Cohen could tell something was wrong.
"Piper, it's okay, go on. I promise anything you tell me will stay confidential."
"Okay, well I have two sisters, well I had three once, but....."
And once Piper started she kept going. She told him about her current family life, about the death of Prue and she even talked about the shooting. Of course she cried, she even laughed and although she normally would have been embarrassed she felt a sense of comfort with Dr.Cohen. She could tell him things and not feel afraid of what he'd think. He was there for her.
Suddenly a timer was heard.
"I'm sorry Piper, but our time is up."
They quickly bid farewell and Piper left. And as she was heading towards her car Piper felt good. Things were getting better and she couldn't wait to see Dr. Cohen next week.