Chapter 1: Another Session


Lilah Morgan stifled a yawn behind the back of her hand. Today should have been her day off. The day where she was supposed to stay at home, eating diet yogurt while watching The Practice or any shows that involved devious lawyers nailing stupid people and sending them to jail for life. But NO! She's now stuck in the large office of William Giles, listening to his rants about how unfair his father had been and how hard he worked all these past few years. Geez, the man seriously needed a holiday. A very long holiday by all means.


She rolled her eyes heavenwards. Why did she decide to be a therapist anyway? She could have been a lawyer; working for an evil law firm and devoting herself to it so much she's willing to trade her soul. And that would just be another dream. She let out an exasperated sigh. "Spike…" Her client put a halt on his pacing, snapping his head to her. "You know what you need?"

Spike rolled his eyes as he sat on the leather couch. "Well, you're the therapist, why don't you tell me."

"You need a holiday. A very long holiday." Lilah shot him a stern look. He snorted.

"Yeah, that's really what I need right now."

"I mean it, Spike. Look at you, all you do is rant about how upset you are with your father, how unfair he is, while the fact is, he is right." He looked taken aback.

"What?!? Hey, you're supposed to sympathize with me!" She only rolled her eyes.

"I am not one of your minions, Spike. I'm your therapist and as a client, you should do what I tell you unless if you want to lose your position in your father's company."

Spike lowered his head for a while. He didn't need to be reminded what he was about to lose. Sighing, he looked up to her. "Where are you suggesting then?" Lilah smiled, pleased that her client followed her order for the first time.

"You need to go somewhere far from here. Out of country, out of continent, just somewhere that won't remind you of work."

"And that would be…?" Spike was growing impatient.

"Sunnydale." She answered simply.

The man in front of her drew his brows into a frown. He had travelled to countless places and had heard of every town in the world. But Sunnydale? He wasn't sure he wanted to go there. Bet it was always sunny…and hot like hell! Yeah, that's it! It must be the mouth of hell. He shook his head at that crazy thought.

"Where in the sodding hell is that?"

"It's a small town, near Los Angeles. My friend, Lindsey lives there." He watched her skeptically.

"Huh. S'that right? And why are you recommending it?"

"Because it's quite, and peaceful. Just what you need at the moment." Spike stood up immediately, pacing frantically around the room.

 "You know I don't like quite places. They drive me nuts and they're depressing! No activities, no loud noises, and no-" A sudden ringing of her cell phone cut his ramble off. Lilah flashed him an apologetic smile before answering it. "I need a drink." He muttered, striding to the mini bar for a much needed whiskey.

After guzzling two glasses, he came back to her. "Spike, your father wants to talk to you." Lilah said, handing her cell phone to him.

"Wha'? Now he stalks every person I speak to?" He was irate.

"Just answer it, will ya?"

He eyed the cell phone as if it would bite his head off before grabbing it harshly. "What you need, father?" Silence. "A month?! Has Lilah told you what kind of place it was? It's a bloody small town, father. I can barely stay there for a day, let alone a month! How the hell would I do that?" He let out a heavy sigh as he listened to yet another Giles' speech. Shooting daggers at his therapist, he answered his father with gritted teeth. "Fine. I'll give it a try, but don't expect me to enjoy my so-called holiday even for a day!" He closed the cell phone and slammed it across the wall, enraged.

Lilah stood up with a shock. "Hey, that's my mobile you just threw!" She yelled in irritation.

"Oh bugger off! Put it in my bill and you'll get a new shiny one in no time." He ran a shaky hand through his curls, attempting to calm himself. God, his father was impossible. How could he suggest him to stay in a town he barely knew for a month and expect him back with a very much-controlled anger?

The therapist sat back, crossing her legs as well as her arms over her chest. "So what did he tell you?" Spike snorted.

"Like you haven't known already. I'm sent to Sunnyhell for a month and expected to be a calmer person when I get back."

"Well, ain't that neat?" She put on a synthetic smile and he scowled in return. 

to be continued.

(A/N: Sorry, chap 1 is really short. The next chap will be longer and posted soon ;) )