Summary: Juvia's therapy session isn't helpful at all…

Pairings: Gray/Juvia, implied Juvia/Lucy friendship, Gray/OCs, and Gajeel/Juvia friendship.

Author's Note: Thank you all for giving me over NINETY ONE HUNDRED reviews! I'm glad you enjoyed the last few chapters so much.

The therapist took in the sight of their new patient.

Juvia Lockser didn't look like she needed therapy. Well that was not entirely true, the girl was dressed neatly and primly and all in one colour, much like a few of their OCD patients have done so in the past. The therapist would have easily written Juvia Lockser as an OCD patient if it wasn't for the fact she wasn't fidgeting or looking nervously at the disarray on their desk or fighting back the urge to arrange something to the way she liked it. She was perfectly content to lay on the sofa in a well behaved manner.

And this was someone the Council referred to therapy.

The saying about quiet ones comes to mind and therefore the therapist swallowed and smiled pleasantly as possible. "Now then Miss Lockser," they said gently, "why do you think you have been referred to me by the Council?"

"Juvia hasn't got the foggiest clue Therapist-sama," Juvia smiled serenely, "It's not like Juvia has done anything recently like kidnapped another person this time round."

"….What?"

"It is in the past," Juvia said dismissively, "The Magic Council deemed Juvia repentant enough to remain in normal society and since then Juvia and the person she had kidnapped have become very good friends." She smiled radiantly before her face darkened ever so slightly. "Even if Juvia thinks she's a great big Love Rival," she muttered to herself.

The therapist sweat-dropped at that. They were beginning to suspect there was a very good reason this person was being referred to them. "Erm….okay….." they said hesitatingly and the coughed, cleared their throat, and started up much more confidently and loudly. "If you don't know why you're here," they said calmly, "how about a couple of games to see if we can get to the bottom of this?"

Juvia beamed again. "Sounds wonderful!" she trilled.

"Right then, I'm going to say a word and then you say the thing that immediately pops into your head," the therapist explained, "do you understand?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then," the therapist cleared their throat again, "home."

"Gray-sama," Juvia replied instantly.

"White."

"Gray-sama," Juvia said again.

"Cat."

"Gray-sama."

"Dog."

"Gray-sama."

"Food."

"Gray-sama."

The therapist was beginning to see a pattern here but decided to continue in hopes to figure out exactly what this Gray-sama was.

"Dreams."

"Gray-sama."

"Nightmares."

"Gray-sama not return-"

"Only one word please Miss Lockser," the therapist interrupted kindly. "Hate."

"Not Gray-sama!" Juvia said quickly.

The therapist decided that is more and more likely that this Gray-sama was a person that Juvia Lockser fancied herself to be in love with but just to be sure….

"Love."

"Rival!" Juvia spat out. "A Love Rival for Gray-sama's affection."

"Right," the therapist coughed again. "I am beginning to get an idea as to why you were here," to avoid the deadly glare that Juvia was sending in their general direction the therapist rushed to their desk and began to rummage through their drawers until they found what they had been looking for. "But just to be sure I think it's time to look at some pictures and you tell me what you see." They then held up a picture that most people commonly said was bat. "What do you see?"

Juvia barely bothered to even look at it. "Gray-sama," she replied.

"And this one?"

The therapist held up one that most people thought was a butterfly.

"Gray-sama," Juvia said dreamily, "sprawled out on the bed in his naked glory."

The therapist blushed at that. "And this one?" they asked hastily as they held up one that most very rudely snapped were just a splodge of paint and had nothing to do with what's wrong with them/

"Gray-sama."

Wordlessly the therapist held up another one that people thought was a cat.

"Gray-sama."

One that some thought was a tree.

"Gray-sama."

One that confused people and usually had them squinting in bewilderment.

"Gray-sama."

Now this one they had added in purposely for kicks. It was one of those clever drawings that could either be a duck or a rabbit. There was no way in hell that Juvia Lockser could see this bloody Gray-sama!

"Gray-sama ravishing Juvia on the table," Juvia said in her dreamy tone, she clasped her hands to her chest excitedly, and turned bright pink at the mere thought. "He has her bent over and is currently-"

"Okay!" the therapist interrupted before they got the full on graphic details of Juvia's fantasy sex life (something they really don't need to know. It's bad enough dealing with some of their other patients' real sex lives). "I think that is enough. Miss Lockser I have come to the conclusion that you have been sent here in order to deal with your unhealthy obsession with the one called 'Gray-sama'."

Juvia blinked and tilted her head sideways. "Unhealthy obsession?" she asked.

"Yes," the therapist said firmly." It appears this Gray-sama is all that you think about, well, him and all the potential threats to your relationship that you call 'Love Rivals'. "

"Juvia doesn't understand," Juvia said looking a little lost, "are you not supposed to think about the one you love all the time?"

"Not all the time," the therapist said solemnly, "It's not healthy. You cannot be entirely dependent on a person," they explained as Juvia still looked rather lost. "You should have other things for yourself so you can be you without relying on someone else."

"But Juvia had not been given a chance to be herself until Gray-sama came into her life and gave her sunshine!" Juvia protested looking rather distressed. "Until then Juvia's being was drowned out by all the rain."

"I can understand that," the therapist said sympathetically, "but thinking nothing but him, following him around, making a shrine, glaring at any other female and calling them 'Love Rival' is not healthy. That's not what love is," they said sternly but softly, "and I think you owe both yourself and this Gray-sama a chance to real love instead of this obsessive pseudo-relationship."

A look of complete and utter understanding flickered on Juvia's pretty face. "Juvia thinks you are right," she said slowly, accepting the fact. Inwardly the therapist celebrated. For what appeared initially a dire and confusing session had quickly turned into a rather successful one. They made a breakthrough within the first twenty minutes! The next forty will be a breeze! "How would Juvia go about with this?"

"I think it is best that you give yourself some space from this Gray-sama-"

And instantly everything went downhill.

Juvia's pretty face scrunched up into an ugly look. "Space?" she repeated disgustedly. "As in…..not being anywhere near Gray-sama," her voice sounded dangerous, as if she was promising bodily harm without actually saying it. "At all?!"

The therapist swallowed. "Just for the time being," they said diplomatically, "So you can give yourself some time to really sort-"

"Juvia understands now," Juvia interrupted in a calm, empty, voice which was really not a good sign. That was usually when the psychos were just about to attack. The therapist began to sweat rapidly. "You are not here to help Juvia with anything."

"Pardon?" they squeaked.

"This is a set up." Juvia's voice took a more deadly edge. "This is to trick Juvia away from Gray-sama. To make him think that Juvia no longer loves him so that you could have Gray-sama to yourself."

The therapist's mouth dropped open at that. "What?!" they cried out.

Juvia leaped up from her seat. "Juvia is onto you!" she said while pointing at the therapist melodramatically. "Juvia knows what you are! Juvia will not let you get your dirty, grubby, mitts on her precious Gray-sama."

"Miss Lockser," the therapist said exasperatedly while desperately trying to back away from the insane person. "You are being-"

Juvia looked up, her eyes gleamed demonically, her face had a murderous look to her, and her entire being radiated with evil and fury and intent to destroy. "LOVE RIVAL!" she screeched in a demonically possessed voice.

The therapist almost wet themselves at this point. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" they screamed desperately.

CRASH!

And then, without giving it a second thought because they were so bloody terrified, they dived out of their chair and leaped straight through the window.

Juvia immediately snapped out of her furious state of mind and blinked. She didn't have much time to collect herself when the door suddenly flew off its hinges.

"What happened?" Gajeel asked, unbothered that he broke a door and would have to pay for it. "I heard a crash."

Juvia turned and smiled sweetly at her best friend. "Juvia's therapist had a very unfortunate accident with a window," she said innocently.

"Tch," Gajeel grunted in disgust. "Typical," he muttered. "Did you figure out why you were in therapy to begin with? I mean it's not like you kidnapped Bunny Girl again or anything."

"No," Juvia smiled innocently. "Juvia didn't get a single clue to why Master sent Juvia to therapy."

(Meanwhile back in the guild a shudder ran through Makarov's spine as he had a sinking feeling that his plan to have the Council refer Juvia to therapy backfired on him spectacularly. Oh the damage expenses!)