Author's note: So after a few requests, I decided that maybe there was more that could be looked into regarding Winn and Siobhan, especially Sobhan, and felt why not have a little more fun with these two. So thank you for reading the first chapter, and I hope you enjoy the ones that come next.
Five days after Winn's visit…
"They tell me you had a had a visitor, Siobhan," the psychiatrist said from her chair across the table from the Siobhan. Siobhan sat uninterestedly in hers, not even looking at the doctor in front of her. Her gaze was fixed on the small window on the wall near the ceiling. "Siobhan? You know that window has a big enough electrical charge to kill you on contact if you try and escape."
Siobhan snickered in insolence. Escape, that's rich, she thought, like I'd fit through that. Like I could reach it, I'm tall, not that tall.
"Siobhan, these sessions are court ordered. And despite your reluctance, you do need to take part in them."
"Why? So the police, and the courts, and anyone else who decides to look into me can find out what we all already know – that I'm crazy," she told the doctor, doing her best crazy-eyes at the end.
"Crazy is a relative term. And, an incorrect label."
"But fitting," she fired back. "After all, what would you call someone who dresses in Day of the Dead face paint?"
The doctor fixed his glasses and smiled faintly, his lips barley moving. "I would call that person someone who needs to get in touch with some deeper issues. Like your anger."
"And what makes you think I'm angry, Doc?"
"That right there," he answered quickly. "You prefer to deflect the conversation, hoping that a change in subject will mean an escape from the bigger issue." Siobhan opened her mouth to speak, but the doctor held up his finger to silence her. "Like why you are so angry?"
Siobhan sat quietly in her chair. Her head was turned away from the doctor, but she still scanned the room with her eyes, trying not to look at him. "Siobhan," the doctor said gently, trying to get her attention.
"It was an old…," Siobhan started as she finally looked at the doctor. She didn't finish because she didn't know what to actually call Winn. She didn't know if she should, or could, use the word boyfriend since they weren't together that long. She didn't want to use the word hook-up. He deserved better than that, at least in her mind.
"Old what?"
"It was someone I was…was starting to get close to."
"The person who you think this anger is directed toward?" the doctor asked.
"No," Siobhan said harshly and shaking her head like the doctor said something completely idiotic. "The person who visited me." The doctor's face took on a look of near impatience, and his hand automatically fixed his glasses again. "Don't give me that look, you brought up the subject of my visitor."
The doctor looked at Siobhan and smiled a strained smile, not liking that he'd given her an out for the subject of this session when he was finally directing her where he wanted to go. But, if it got her to start talking after three weeks of snarky comments…
"I did bring it up, so please, continue."
"The person who visited me, his name is Winn. He was…I guess you could call him a friend."
"Would you call him that?" the doctor asked her, picking up on her wording.
She nodded. She smiled for the briefest of seconds while letting out a quick chuckle. "If I had to think about it, he might be my only real friend. Everyone else I know, they let me hang around because they tolerate me, or because being my 'friend' is useful, or might be useful one day, and they believe that having me as a contact will come in handy."
"And this, Winn, he doesn't treat you, or see you like that?"
This time the smile wasn't so brief. "Winn actually seems like he wants to be around me, even when I'm at my worst. And he does what no one does, or wants to; he tries to see the good in me."
"Maybe he's seeing what you won't let yourself see."
Siobhan laughed sarcastically. "Now you sound like him."
"You said you were starting to get close to him?"
"We'd been seeing each other for a few weeks. It started out as just us finding places at work to hook up at, but then, eventually, we started spending more and more time together. I…I let my guard down around him; actually found myself telling him things I've never told anybody."
Maybe I should have him sit in on these sessions, the doctor thought. She might actually start making some progress. "It sounds like Winn got you to look deep inside yourself. But revealing yourself to someone like that, it takes a great deal of trust. You have to be willing to let the other person see things that they might not like. You might see things about yourself that you might not like. How did he, and you, handle those things?"
Siobhan took a deep breath and let her head fall back. She let out her breath before looking back up. Her face was softer now, the walls she put up to make herself look like she didn't care finally showing some cracks.
"He didn't run the other way, as much as part of me wanted him to. I didn't want him to have to deal with all the crap I had."
"So you cared?"
"I didn't want him to waste his time."
The doctor shook his head. "No, if you didn't want him to waste his time, you would've kept the relationship just about sex, but you allowed it to go past that. That means you wanted something more from it. And by telling him things that you'd never told anyone else, you wanted to show him parts of yourself that you try and keep hidden. Transparency like that, it only happens when we want to make sure that the person we're with has the full picture, both the good, and the bad."
"He saw plenty of bad," Siobhan laughed. "You know, he was there when me and Livewire kidnapped Cat Grant. He tried to stop me. He tried to tell me that he knew that even though I'd gone off the deep end, that there was still good in me. I mean there I am, full on Silver Banshee mode, and he's trying to talk me off the ledge. How stupid could he be?" she ranted, though her eyes watered at the memory.
"So you walked right passed him and grabbed Ms. Grant?"
"Actually, I used my scream on him, blasted him to the ground."
"So you tried to kill him?" the doctor asked.
Siobhan just looked at him, anger returning to her face. "My scream is powerful enough to force Supergirl to her knees in front of me. I can make that little bitch's ear bleed with blast of a few seconds. If I can do that to that super-powered girl scout in a cape, imagine what I could've done to Winn."
"You could've probably killed him." Siobhan nodded, a little smugly. "Yet you didn't. You said you just blasted him to the ground. That means you made a decision to not harm him. Even during your rampage, you had enough semblance, or consciousness, to stop yourself from doing any real damage to him."
"I didn't kill him because he wasn't my target."
"So what happened when he came to visit you?"
"He wanted to see how I was doing. And the loveable little twit got himself electrocuted for it."
"And from what hear, you practically muscled through the pain of that shock collar to get the attention of the guards."
"Well I could have them thinking I did that to him," she smiled.
More deflection, just when she was making a little progress, he thought. "I also hear that you begged to be told if he was okay."
"I didn't beg. I was a little aggressive because the guards here are slow moving monkeys."
The doctor laughed at that characterization. He was about to ask if she thought Winn would come back to see her when he saw the red light bulb above the door turn off, signaling to him that the guards were letting him know that Siobhan's time was up.
"I want you to try and think about what it is about Winn that makes you let your guard down. I also want you to try and think about what he sees, and decide if maybe it's worth letting out around people who aren't just named Winn, alright?"
Siobhan just snickered at him and got up from her chair. When she reached the door she kicked it with her foot to let the guard know she was ready to leave. "See you next week, Doc."
Two days later…
Siobhan was laying in her bunk trying to not be bored with her day. She'd gone through all the books she'd requested from the prison library, and with it being Sunday, the damn place was closed so she couldn't get anything new to even try and pass the time. She looked at her cell entrance and then sighed in frustration.
It's not like he said he'd come back, she thought. Hell, after being electrocuted, he probably decided that I wasn't worth the effort. Great, now I'm up there with his father on the visitation schedule.
Deciding that there was nothing else to do, she decided to just try and sleep the day away. Turning toward the wall, she curled herself up and closed her eyes. She didn't know how many minutes passed before she heard a tapping come from the glass on her cell.
"Get up Smythe!"
She turned and looked at the guard, her eyes having to adjust to the light after being closed. "What?"
"Get up, you got a visitor."
She looked at the guard like he was speaking gibberish. "Hurry it up, I ain't got all day to wait."
Siobhan nodded and went to the cell entrance. She stuck her hands through the opening he had opened and felt the hand restraints placed on and locked into place. She stepped back and watched as the cell door was opened. She walked and the guard started leading her toward the visitation room. She was glad that he was behind her, because the last thing she wanted was for him to see the smile that she had on her face because, try as she might, she couldn't force it away.