Summary: Gray's therapy for his stripping problem ends in tears when Gray causes trouble by…..well stripping.

Pairings: Gray/Erza friendship.

YouTube Prompt: Fairy Tail tribute to 'Children of the Revolution' by T-Rex.

Gray sulked the entire trip to his therapist office.

He couldn't believe he had to go to therapy for what the Council called his stripping issues. Honestly you get arrested one time too many for public indecency and suddenly community service isn't good enough punishment and you have to go to Court Mandated therapy instead. For stripping.

Gray was certain there was something unfair about all of this. It wasn't his fault his magic made him strip.

"Mr Fullbuster," the judge had sneered when Gray shouted this at his trial, "I have done my research and there has never been a documented case of an Ice Mage stripping like you do outside of battle. Your problem is blatantly a psychological one, now you can either go to therapy or prison."

Gray almost took the prison option but Erza had stomped on his foot and he hastily accepted his therapy session which now he was currently being dragged to, by the ear which was being held on by an evil, iron-like, grip of Erza Scarlet.

"Ouch! Christ sake Erza, let me go!" Gray yelled. "I can walk myself!"

"I have no doubt it your walking ability Gray," Erza said coolly, "in fact I very much believe that you can walk on your own right in the opposite direction."

"You have so little faith in me."

"I have great faith in you," Erza said, "I just don't have faith that you will turn up to your therapy sessions."

"Why not?!" Gray whined.

"Because," Erza said firmly as she entered a house that had a doctor's plaque on the outside, "I wouldn't if I had a choice."

"Wait," Gray grinned, "are you saying that you, Erza Scarlet, would break the ru-"

Gray had no chance, Erza moved so quickly that by the time Gray realised she had opened a door and pushed him in, he was already facing his therapist.

"Welcome, Mr Fullbuster," the therapist smiled, "I am Dr Jones, and we will be working closely together for the next ten weeks to try and make some headway in your stripping problem."

Gray groaned.

"Now, now," Dr Jones chided him, "there is no need for that attitude. We are both here for the same reason and that is to resolve your problems so you can lead a normal life."

"I'm an orphaned Ice-Make Mage living in the guild with a guy who was raised by a dragon, a guy with screws in his head, a girl with a drinking problem, a girl with a temper problem and a cake addiction, a girl who can turn into a demon, her sister that can turn into any animal she wishes, and their brother who can turn into any beast, then there's all the other magical orphans, the blue, flying, talking cat, and our only parental figures are two perverted teenagers, a shy French painter, an absentee, and a really, really, perverted old man," Gray said flatly, "how is that at all normal?"

"Erm…." Dr Jones rapidly made notes, "I can see that there will be a lot to discuss. Shall we start with the orphaned aspect of your life? How old were you when your parents died?"

"None of your business," Gray said shortly.

"I'm afraid that it is," Dr Jones said calmly, "I am your therapist and if I think there is something troubling you and that you need to talk about it, I will prod."

"Prod away," Gray scowled, "I'm still not telling you anything because it's none of your business."

"Mr Fullbuster you are here under court mandate, and if you wish to no longer be here then you must co-where the hell is your shirt?!"

"What?" Gray blinked. Slowly he looked down and realised that, once again, his shirt had gone missing. "Crap!" he yelped. "Not again."

He scrambled in search of his shirt and very fortunately didn't have far to find it. He had apparently ripped it off his head and chucked it behind the sofa he was sitting on. Once he was properly dressed again, he sat back down, and Dr Jones started once more.

"Now then," Dr Jones said looking embarrassed, "it is obvious that your stripping is linked to the fact that you repress your emotions. Your refusal to discuss your parents instantly lead to the loss of your shirt, have you often found yourself stripping when you're trying to hide your emotions?"

"Not really," Gray shrugged, "I strip all the time whether I'm showing how I feel or not. It just happens."

"Nothing just happens, Mr Fullbuster," Dr Jones said rather patronisingly, "there is always a cause you feel restrained by something and this is your way to break free?"

"Fuck no," Gray snorted, "I'm a Fairy Tail mage. We're not restrained by anything."

"Apart from Court Mandates," Dr Jones said dryly, "obv- why is your shirt missing again?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

For the next hour this kept happening. Dr Jones asked questions that Gray really didn't want to answer, Gray would say something rude, Dr Jones would tell him off and ask him some more stuff, and then Gray's shirt went missing.

The continued for the next three weeks and both therapist and patient were really beginning to lose their patience with one another.

"I will not ask again, Mr Fullbuster," Dr Jones said between gritted teeth, "so for once be honest with yourself and make those first few steps of recovery, do you think you take your clothes off because you have not been able to grieve properly?"

"And as I have said in the past," Gray snarled, "it's none of your fucking business."

"Put your shirt back on!" Dr Jones snapped. "Honestly at this point you're proving my point without say- I said put your clothes back on!" Dr Jones yelled looking alarmed. "Not take off more!"

It was then when Gray realised he had been in the middle of taking his trousers off. They were already at mid-thigh when Gray looked down at his own hands before he could do anything or say anything, the therapist lost it and lunged at him.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"MAKING SURE YOU KEEP YOUR RUDDY CLOTHES ON!"

Gray squirmed, furious and disgusted that there was some strange guy touching him (and not like that you perverts!) he wasn't comfortable with his friends patting him on the back or Erza giving him one of her concussion, neck-breaking, suffocating, hugs. He wasn't going to be okay with some stranger helping him dress.

So, of course he tried to kick his therapist, and his therapist fought back, and just as his trousers finally went back over his arse and the zip was going to go up – BANG!

The door was kicked open.

Gray kinda forget that Erza still escorted him to his sessions.

And he definitely didn't realise what his and Dr Jones' fight could have sounded like to an outsider.

It was then when both he and Dr Jones realised that Erza was staring at a thirty something year old man who had his face sort of in a fourteen year old boy's crotch.

Gray froze entirely, unsure what to say, or how to explain how this was not what it looked like, or even if he could hide the body before someone realised Erza murdered his therapist –

CRASH!

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-" THUMP! Gray winced as it sounded his therapist may have broken a bone or two. "-KE! I'M OKAY!"

Gray blinked.

"Did you…." He said hesitatingly turning to Erza who looked white with fury, "did you just throw my therapist out of a window?" he asked worriedly.

After all, how the hell would they explain this one to Gramps?

"Of course not," Erza said calmly, "he jumped out of his own free will."

"….right."

Fortunately, despite all the paper work and Gramps being furious with them both that ended up being the last time Gray ever had to go to Court Mandated therapy.

For his stripping problem that is.