Author's Notes: Ah Ktrenal, thanks. I hope you weren't the only one to read this. I have to admit that in a week I've banged out a chapter for Reyning Down, Dealing With It and two new fanfics. How do I do it when you can't even update regularly dude? Yeah I used Fletcher! It rocks! Less detail here, because though I can get well into Rude I've never dealt with shrinks so I'm guessing here. I might rewrite this eventually. So poke me away for that, I need to rework this.... And poke me for the fanfic I'm using you as an advisor on. Okay... I know Reno was funny last chapter but this one isn't... Just wait until you see how Elena deals with her problems.... Total Mary-Sue attack! Enjoy this little bit of Reno comedy that is included...
"And how did that make you feel?"
"Listen up you cruel bastard, you ask that one more time and I'm gonna shove this EMR so far up your fucking ass that it will electrocute your pea sized brain!" Reno growled, brandishing the EMR with deadly intention.
"Now now Reno, why do you want to do that?" the man said gently, his voice calm, undisturbed by the threat.
"YOU..." Reno growled, lunging forward.
"Reno, stop!" Rude hissed at the other Turk.
The red-head froze and looked back at his lover with a pout, "He deserves it!"
"He's not a priest," the quieter man pointed out with a chuckle, "He's my shrink, and I'd like it very much if you avoided killing shrinky."
The term got more of a rise out of the psychiatrist than threats could. Damien looked over the top of his quarter sized lenses at the bald Turk, a look of utter hatred upon his face. Reno knew that this man wasn't like his priests, and he could not kill this Shin-Ra employee for Rude's sake. On the other hand Rude was aware that his method of dealing with things couldn't help Reno.
"Mister Fletcher, maybe you should step out and let me speak with Rude for a moment..." Damien said, his tone angry.
At a nod from his lover, Reno left the bookshelf lined office. Carefully Rude stretched out on the long leather couch, staring at the ceiling. For ten minutes he laid there in silence, before tears filled his eyes. As he had learned from his time with Damien, he let himself cry.
"Why?" Damien questioned softly.
"I'm not better than the people that killed my family... I'm a murderer, a cutthroat, a thief," Rude wept.
"You keep too much inside Rude... I'll tell you something... You don't enjoy it, so you aren't like those people. You are capable of love Rude."
"Reno..." he mumbled lovingly, "He's the only thing I haven't messed up. He cares about me, honestly."
There was no response for the Turk drowning in his own sorrow.
"Excuse me?" a stiffly formal voice came from the doors.
"Yes?" Damien asked with a frown.
"Rude... We've got a job to do..." Tseng announced.
"Can you deal without him?"
"Well," Tseng began.
"I can go," Rude offered with a frown.
"Shrinks won't help you Rude," Tseng whispered to the Turk as they entered the hall, "You should try religion... Helps me..."
"I'm not good with priests," Rude smirked.