Disclaimer: We of G.E.R. do not own any of the anime featured in this fic.

Vera: No Bishonen were hurt in the making of this chapter.

Avia: Just Trowa.

Luna: Not that he's a bishonen or anything but…he dose have pretty eyes…at least the one we can see.

Vera and Avia: "…"

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PSYCHOLOGICAL NIGHTMARE

CHAPTER 3

TROWA

Vera sighed, leaning back in the chair, awaiting the next victim er patient with a bored expression. Opening the door, Luna stepped in and with a sweatdrop and walked over. "Uh, Nee-chan... we got a small problem."

"What is it?"

A loud thump just outside the door drew both their attention. A very aggravated Catherine shoved Trowa into the room, promptly slamming the door before he can turn around to escape.

Vera smiled happily. "Ah, Trowa Barton. Right on time."

Trowa simply glanced at her with his usual blank mask.

"You do know why you're visiting today, don't you?"

"Because of Catherine. She seems to believe I have a problem."

Vera quirked an eyebrow. "Oh does she now? Well, I will be the judge of that. Have a seat."

"I'll stand, thanks."

"Fine, we'll do this the hard way."

Trowa almost seemed to smirk. "Then shall we get this over with?"

"Very well, we'll start from your last visit. According to your sister, Catherine, you're hiding something. Well, that's descriptive."

Luna smirked slightly. "Well, what did ya expect, Nee-chan? He hangs out with Heero after all."

"Anyway. Trowa, are there any secrets that you... Oh ...say...fear?"

Trowa closed his eyes for a moment. "No."

"Are you sure? Because I'm here to help you, but in order for me to help you I need you to help me. Help me help you Trowa it IS after all my job."

Luna got a confused look on her face. "Nani? Nee what did you just say? I don't get it."

Vera waved her hand dismissively at Luna. "You don't have to. All that matters is if he does. Now, I know that you're afraid of something. So, spill."

Trowa muttered something under his breath.

"What? I'm afraid you'll have to speak louder. I'm kinda deaf in these old dog ears." Vera said.

"What are you talking about? I'm older than you are and I hear just fine." Avia said from her ominous corner of doom.

"I said...Clowns."

All three psychiatrists tried their hardest to not burst out laughing with out much success. "But...Trowa...aren't you…"

"Aren't I what?"

Luna grins. "What's your job in the circus?"

"I am a mime."

"And, you're afraid of clowns?" Vera asked.

"Correct. I do not see the connection."

"Maybe that's because your hair is covering one of your eyes there. Trowa, a mime IS a clown." Avia supplied

Trowa's eyes widen immensely. "What did you just say?"

Luna smiles. "Here, put on your mask."

He did so, cautiously keeping an eye on the three of them.

"Good. Now, look in the mirror over there." Avia instructed.

"…" Trowa threw his mask to the floor, with a look of pure horror on his face. "I…I'm a…I'm a clown!" He said freaking out and running in small circles.

Avia promptly walked over from standing ominously in the corner to grab him. "Shut it, baka."

"Well, that's one way to handle it. Okay Trowa, now we're making progress. Why are you afraid of clowns?" Vera asked.

Trowa shook away from Avia, seemingly calm once again. "I will not tell."

"And why is that?"

"Access denied."

"Ah, I see. Someone's been around Heero too much. Very well then, We have ways of finding out. Avia if you would."

Avia whistled and two of the largest wolves in her pack came bursting in. "This is Cujo and Et Tu Brute or Brutis for short. They are my jump out wolves. Now if you don't cooperate they'll have a new mime squeak toy." She threatened.

"Anno but Nee the clown doesn't squeak. He just goes "…" like Heero" Luna said.

"Clown where?" Trowa asked losing his cool composure once again.

"How many times do we have to tell you THERE!" The three of them yelled pointing at him.

"Now are you going to tell us or are you going to be a chew toy?" Vera asked nicely.

"Fine." Trowa grumbled. "The reason I'm afraid of clowns is because….one spontaneously combusted right in front of me at the circus when I was younger. He was so close he burned my popcorn. I cried for weeks and weeks at a time until I became a pilot and learned to put such emotions behind me."

"Except for this apparently." Vera added. "I think that'll be all for this week. Next week we'll talk about your obvious obsession with my bishi Quatre."

"And vice versa." Avia sneezed.

"They're gay." Luna coughed.

" Oh and Trowa? Watch out for those clowns. You do work in a circus after all." Vera goaded giving an evil demonic glare at her two sisters.

Trowa paled slightly, darting out the door.

"Nee-chan, I got it on video." Luna smiles slightly.

"Good. And who said a little blackmail hurt anyone. We'll just keep this someplace safe, until it comes in handy." She took the tape and stashed it with a surprisingly large collection of others in her desk. "Next victim."