AN: Ok, you lucky ducks. You get another update. You guys are so lucky that I am a late night writer and that I have a compulsion to have someone read what I've written right away. Hence all the frequent updates. I can't say that I'll always be so possessedby a powerful muse.

Question: Do you want Annette to be a roadblock for K/S relationship? Or Italian guy? Or Carla Moraine? (the girl's mom told Tiffany about Blaine) And Matthew (Blaine's 4-year-old nephew) will probably be in the story, but I don't know how much. He might just be mentioned in passing, or he might have some comical scenes.

VERY IMPORTANT
Okay, I think this might be an important chapter. I think some might be able to guess where I'm going with this, so please don't spoil it for others. Do not put your predictions in the reviews. You can email predicitons to me if you have to. And I'll tell you if you're right, but I won't tell you out right unless you guessed correctly or close to correct. Please, it's not a hot/cold game, so don't send me a bunch of random guesses. So just be patient. Hopefully I can make this story last more than a dozen chapters.

Honey, My Kid Needs to Be Shrunked

Dining Room of Valmont house, early morning

Sebastian walks tiredly into the dining room where he sees that Tiffany and Edward are already seated across from each other eating breakfast. He sits down next to his father and stares at the place setting across from him. It still has most of its food on it.

"Oh, Sebastian. Perfect timing, we were just talking about you. You're mother made you a doctor's appointment; it's at 2:00 pm. Make sure to be on time," his father said.

"She's not my mother," he said in response to his dad. "Hey, Tiff," he said with fake sincerity. "How's the morning sickness? Not dreaming about fish or smelly, fried greasy food are you?" he goaded.

"Sebastian…" his father said in a warning tone.

Tiffany sat up straighter and said proudly, "Luckily, We Merteuil women hardly suffer any symptoms of pregnancy."

"Except for getting fat," Sebastian said.

"Sebastian! I will not have you speaking to your mother that way. Now, apologize."

"Sorry Tiff, I didn't mean anything by that. I'm sure it'll be a beautiful pregnancy. Forgive me?" Sebastian said turning on his charm.

"That's fine Sebastian. Just don't do it again." After a pause she says, "Oh, you have to pick Kathryn up from the country club after her tennis lessons. And then you both havetogotoyourappointment."

Putting his hand to his ear, Sebastian cocked his head and said, "What was that?"

Tiffany gave Edward a regretful look. She repeated herself, "You have to bring Kathryn to your doctor's appointment."

"Wait what kind of appointment is this? (beat) You aren't sending me to another shrink, are you?" Seeing the looks on their faces, he cursed and said, "You'll never get her to go. She hates doctors, and I'm pretty sure shrinks are on the list too. Not to mention after what I did to Dr. Rosenbaum and her lovely daughter-"

"Sebastian, you're both going. You are not wheedling yourself out of this one. And I don't care what you have to do to convince your stepsister to go! Just do it! Your mother doesn't want any bad energy to affect the baby, granted the baby's not here yet. But…"

Tiffany glares at Edward. "Anyway, do as I say," Edward continues and straightens his tie in nervousness. "I have some papers I must sign at the office, so… I'll see you later, dear," he says as he kisses Tiffany on the cheek.

A couple awkward minutes go by wherein they try to make small talk. Then Tiffany mentions school as subtle as she can. "So, school's about to start in exactly two weeks. Have you gotten all your supplies yet?"

"Yeah, sure…" Sebastian said, unsure why Tiffany would ask such a bizarre question. It must be those weird pregnancy hormones.

"And you probably don't have much to do for those whole two weeks you have free."

"No, I'm pretty busy," he says without making eye contact. He has a strong feeling that she's propositioning him. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. It is not like he is usually like this, awkward around older women- actually he has bedded quite a few. She was Kathryn's mother for goodness sakes. He had no qualms about incest, unless it was his father and Kathryn. Yeah, that one definitely went beyond the ick factor.

He had no idea why he was even thinking about this stuff. Maybe the lack of sleep was getting to him. At least Tiffany stopped talking to him, since he did not try to elaborate about what he would be busy doing.

"Well I have to get started on some early school reading," he said. They both knew he was lying.

"Sure, Sebastian. You're excused to go."

He left with much relief. He went back to his room and picked up his journal to write about, who else, but Kathryn. Three months. That's how long he had this journal. It was sort of funny how he never wanted to go into therapy, but now he had become addicted to journaling his conquests. It was quite satisfying. And equally ironic, he got to put his therapist's daughter on his list. And now it seemed he was going his head analyzed again. Whatever. At least one good thing about this- Kathryn would have to talk to him.

Office of Janine Hall, M.D. psychiatrist, 2:15pm

Kathryn and Sebastian were seated on a cream colored couch in front of the therapist who was seated in a dark green armchair with a notebook. There was a beautiful view of the skyline of New York City through the wall to wall glass window behind the doctor. The siblings were seated as far away from each other as possible, and neither of them were looking at each other.

"Ok, now that I've explained the rules K-" Janine was saying.

Sebastian interjected, "Wait, let me get this straight, I'm talking to you. And she's talking to you." He pointed at Kathryn. The psychiatrist nodded. "And you interpret for us to the other person?" She nods again. "And our parents are paying you double the price for us so you can waste half are time when we could just talk to each other."

"I don't think you see the point Sebastian. Most people talk at each other not to each other. This session is to help you communicate more effectively and to help you respect your sister and women in general," Dr. Hall explained.

Sebastian should have expected that he would not get anything useful out of this therapy session. He never did.

"Stepsister. We're stepsiblings," Kathryn said with little emotion.

He smirked laughing inside about her anal compulsion to always correct people on that. "She likes to remind herself that I'm half a forbidden fruit," he said turning his smile on Kathryn.

"Oh, please," Kathryn said rolling her eyes at him. "He likes to think that looks are everything, and that he is so irresistible."

"Isn't it, and aren't I? What do you think, Janine?"

"It's Dr. Hall, Sebastian. And I think Sebastian brings up an important point, Kathryn. What do you feel when someone identifies you as Sebastian's sibling instead of stepsibling?"

"I thought we were play that telephone communication-like game."

"You're avoiding the question," Sebastian gleefully said.

"Sebastian, shh," the therapist said.

"This is suppose to be Sebastian's therapy session. He just dragged me along."

"Kathryn nothing you say will leave this room. No ones judging you here. Just answer the question I asked. What do you feel when someone identifies you as Sebastian's sibling instead of stepsibling?" Dr. Hall asked gently.

"Urgggh! Well how would you feel to have to be associated with such a loser."

She glanced at him.

His face was devoid of any humor now. He did not look angry or hurt. He actually looked bored. But that is the way he intended it. He was just as good as an actor as her, and it was not like he had not been prepared for her reaction. He knew when she was lying or telling the whole truth. He had pretty much been correct when he said she saw him as a half forbidden fruit with the stepbrother label.

She corrected her tone to be more pleasant: her I'm a good girl, really I am act. "I mean he isn't the easiest to get along with, and I'm sure my mom wouldn't want him to bring my reputation down. He sort of rubs people the wrong way. He affects everyone he comes in contact with. I'm sure you've heard of Dr. Rosenbaum's daughter and..."

"Oh, yes. Of course," she frowns at Sebastian, looks at her watch and then coughs to cover it up.

He could see how hard it was for her to be objective and professional to him. He bet she would only last two weeks top as his therapist. She would probably faint if he even did anything remotely inappropriate. She reminded him of a mousy schoolteacher, but not as ugly. Yeah, she wasn't bad to look at. He wondered what she would do if he suggested that have they have a ménage á trois, right now in this office.

"Ok, let's try taking turns expressing ourselves. Kathryn, why don't you start first. You can say anything you want, anything that's on your mind," Dr. Hall said while gesturing with her hands.

"Well, I don't like that I have to be in this therapy session with Sebastian."

"Sebastian, do you have a response for that?"

"Well, neither of us had a choice in the matter. If you hadn't-"

"A-a, Sebastian, don't use the word 'you.' We don't want to be accusatory. This is a judge free zone. And talk to me, not Kathryn."

"Alright, I feel that…our parents felt you, I mean someone…ahhh, forget." Turning to Kathryn he said, "Why did you blow up last night at dinner? Would it have killed you to put on your mary sunshine act?"

The therapist responded quickly with, "Sebastian, let me see if I'm hearing you correctly. You are angry that Kathryn did not behave in a predictable manner?"

He sighed with frustration. "No-o, she acted like an ass last night. Maybe she had PMS or she forgot to take her happy pills."

All Kathryn did was roll her eyes, and wore a face that said 'see what I have to put up with.'

"Hmm…hmm…Sebastian I'd like you to try this," the therapist steepled her fingers and tapped them against her lips in concentration. "Fill in this sentence. I like it when Kathryn…" She held a warning finger, "And refrain from using foul language."

Not evening trying to conceal it, Sebastian glanced at his watch and saw that they still had over 20 minutes left before the 50 minute session was over.

"I like it when Kathryn…" He couldn't help licking his lips as he looked at Kathryn lasciviously.

"Sebastian, don't you dare…" Kathryn warned.

"I like it when Kathryn laughs, the real kind when she isn't being cruel. It's sort of musical."

"Okay, that's good Sebastian. Now tell me the last time you heard her laugh and how you felt?" Dr. Hall had no idea what she had just stepped into. He paused so long that she was getting ready to try another question or phrasing of the question.

He looked at Kathryn quickly and then looked at the carpet in front of him. "It was the day before last. She called me a loser and that she didn't…she called me a loser." He sat straighter, looked at Dr. Hall and shrugged his shoulders. "Then she laughed." He chuckled nervously and looked at the door.

They all sat in silence for a while. Sebastian kept staring at the door. He wished someone would say something. From experience he knew the therapist was just waiting for someone, in other words the patient, to break and gush out with all those bottled emotions and stuff. He guessed it was cathartic, but you could only do it so many times. He did not think it really helped. Usually he just filled the awkward silences with crude jokes or comments or even colorful songs. It was fun to mess with a therapist's head.

"He hurt me, so I hurt him back," Kathryn said to Dr. Hall. "Isn't that how we always done it, Sebastian?"

"What did I ever do to you that was so bad?" Sebastian asked surprised that she was revealing some emotion. Since that morning, it seemed to him that, she had avoided any emotion that wasn't anger. Actually she avoided him period.

She sighed, "Not, really you I guess. Your father. He married my mother. I'd rather it had just been her and me. He changes her. She tries to be somebody she's not around him. Just look at what she's doing now. She's going to have his baby, and trying to be all-maternal around me. She never cared about me before, how can she try now when I've pretty much grown up without her for 17 years?"

"And why did you react to the news of the baby the way you did," Dr. Hall asked Kathryn softly.

Sebastian watched Kathryn's lowered head and how her hands played with the hem of her skirt. They all waited for her response.

"It's personal."

"It's okay Kathryn. You can say it when you're ready. I won't push you," Dr. Hall said.

"I'm not ready, not today," she said shaking her head and biting her bottom lip to keep from crying.

Sebastian was confused and dumbfounded. He thought he knew everything about Kathryn. He was distracted throughout the rest of the session. He guessed the ride home would be very different from the ride there, where he had tried to get her to talk about that morning. But she had been adept at avoiding and distracting him, telling him local gossip, making fun of him, and even resorting to offering a blowjob just to distract him.

Yeah the ride home would be different. It would be silent. Cause what could he say about something she didn't want to talk about. It didn't help that he didn't know what was going on inside her head, or let alone what this big personal thing was. For all he knew, she could be just faking it. But then why would Tiffany want her daughter to get therapy, because obviously that had been the plan all along. It hadn't escaped Sebastian's notice that the cradle-robbing mother had been nervous about asking for his help to get Kathryn to the shrink's office. What exactly was Kathryn's boogie man?

VERY IMPORTANT

Okay, I think this might be an important chapter. I think some might be able to guess where I'm going with this, so please don't spoil it for others. Do not put your predictions in the reviews. You can email predictions to me if you have to. And I'll tell you if you're right, but I won't tell you out right unless you guessed correctly or close to correct. Please, it's not a hot/cold game, so don't send me a bunch of random guesses. So just be patient. Hopefully I can make this story last more than a dozen chapters.