Disclaimer: The world is mine because I'm God, didn't anyone tell you guys that? Jay Kay! Nothing is mine… except Lux and all that OC-goodness.

A/N: So when I was writing this chapter, I got a brilliant idea for a new Reid/OC story. So, I'm going to postpone writing my Lords of Dogtown story and stay with The Covenant for another fic. I'll probably have the first chapter posted soon. But I need some help. I am in no way, shape or form a poet. And I need a poem or two that sounds like something Reid would write to a girl. Something sexual most likely. I of course, will credit any poets who would be nice enough to send me something like that. Because I can't write poetry to save my life. Anyway, I'll let you know when the first chapter is up. Unless you want to add me to your Author Alerts… then you'll know as soon as I post it. On to the new chapter of WPH. The song is 'Time To Waste' by Alkaline Trio.

Wild Pagan Heart by Cara Mascara

Chapter 24: Such A Basket Case

I walked into the lobby, Reid trailing behind me, looking more than uncomfortable. I stepped up to the front desk and signed my name in. "Hi Maria," I greeted the young secretary. She looked up from her typing and smiled at me.

"Hey there Lux. Haven't seen you in a while," she commented.

"Yeah, well I'm every three months now," I said with a smile.

"Good for you. Dr Chaucer should be done in about ten minutes."

"Great, um, I'll be outside." She nodded and I turned around, leading Reid outside onto a picnic table out front. It was a bit chilly, but tolerable. I lit up a cigarette, as did he.

"So… you go to a shrink or something here?" he asked, casually leaning his elbow on the table and resting his head in his palm, his other hand had the tobacco product between his fingers.

"Yeah… now anyway."

"Now?"

"Reid, don't play dumb. You of all people know what everyone at school was saying about me sophomore year." I find it hard to believe one of the most popular guys in school wasn't up to date on juicy gossip, weather he looked to find out about it or not.

"Yeah… I know… but people talk… I figured it was all bull," he shrugged, taking a drag.

"Well… some of it was. But not all of it. I missed the first three weeks of school and all summer vacation. Cause I was here. I even had to take my freshman finals here in order to pass. After I tried to off myself-" I noticed Reid's brow furrow at the mention of that. "-the doctors in the hospital didn't think I was stable. So they sent me here. It was bad Reid. I was… fuck… I was crazy." I just spilled my guts to him. Shit. Holy shit! I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I brought him here.

"But… you're okay now, right?" he asked carefully, sitting up and looking me in the eyes

"Yeah, for the most part. I mean, the anxiety sneaks up on me sometimes and I still take some other meds. I've had the anxiety for a long time though. I come here every three months, just for a check up, you know? It's a flight of steps up from living here." He was silent for a few minutes. God, bringing him here was a bad idea. "Reid?"

"I'm sorry. I had this mental image of you in a straightjacket and panties with your hair all in your face and it was hot," he smirked. I groaned and laughed at the same time, rubbing my hands over my face.

"Don't do that! I thought you were about to run for the damn hills," I confessed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"Baby, would you relax? The past is the past. It's whatever." He leaned over and kissed me. I'm pretty sure I know one thing in my past that wouldn't be so 'whatever'. I'm saving that one for another day though. I can't unload all of my secrets on him at once. "So… have you ever been in a straightjacket?"

I blushed, looking away. "Yeah."

"Are you serious?" he asked, his eyes widening. Not in a frightened or shocked way though, in an interested way.

"Yeah… I've been in solitary a few times. When I freaked out. I certainly wasn't going without a fight. So they strapped me up."

"That's kind of hot."

"Reid!" I laughed. Only he would find that hot.

"Lux, Dr. Chaucer is ready to see you," Maria called from the doorway.

"Okay!" I called back, standing from the table and leading Reid into the lobby once again. "Just, wait here for a minute. I need to talk to her alone first. Be right back, I swear," I said, having him sit in the lobby while I disappeared through the tall oak doors of Dr. Chaucer's office.

"Lux, hello dear. How are you?" she asked as I took a seat in front of her desk, facing the middle-aged woman. She peered at me over the tops of her glasses and smiled.

"I'm fine," I answered truthfully, for the most part.

"Any occurrences as of late?" she questioned, meaning any thoughts of suicide, anxiety attacks of anything else negative.

"I had an attack a week or so ago, and I took some pills before I came in. Just incase." She was jotting things down on her clipboard.

"Maria says you brought a guest?"

"Yeah… his names Reid."

"A boyfriend?"

"I'm… seeing him."

"Are you involved with him sexually?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully, looking down at my feet. She clucked her tongue at me.

"Lux, remember what we discussed? Promiscuity is not helpful to your full recovery."

"Yeah… I know. But I've only ever been with two other guys besides him," I argued.

"Oral sex is included Lux." I blushed. Never mind. "However, I understand that you're cautious about having a boyfriend since the first serious one broke your heart. But Lux, I'm warning you that this is dangerous to your health, both physically and mentally."

"I like him," I blurted out. I looked into the woman's gray eyes with my deep sapphire ones. Her eyebrows raised and she looked very… impressed. "I'm not even sure why. I hated him at the beginning of the year. But he kept conveniently hanging around me."

"It sounds as though he likes you as well."

"I don't know. It seems like it… but… he has a… bad reputation," I told her sadly as if it were the first time I was realizing this.

"I see," she replied shortly, jotting more things down on her notepad. I always hated that. The way her stupid pen scraped across the paper because it wasn't a ballpoint. And how she tilted it just right, so I couldn't see what she was writing. "Do you want to bring him in here?"

"Yeah but… please don't say anything about… my abortion. He doesn't know. And… Pogue is one of his best friends."

She looked very surprised. "Of course not dear. It is confidential information. But speaking of Pogue…"

"He came up to me one day. It's when I had my anxiety attack. He got my pills for me. And then later he told me he was sorry for making me get an abortion. And that he regretted it. So… I forgave him."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I feel like… there's a weight lifted off my shoulders. I don't have to hate him anymore. But at the same time I still feel upset that I let it happen." She started writing furiously again. I craned my neck to see what she was writing but I couldn't.

"Are you comfortable in talking about your condition with this Reid?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, let's not keep your friend waiting." I stood up, opening the door and finding Reid slouched in his chair, head leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. When the door opened, he looked at the noise and gave me a lazy smile. I motioned for him to come in and he got up and entered behind me.

"Dr. Chaucer, this is Reid Garwin," I introduced him.

Reid offered his hand to the older woman, who rose from her seat and shook it. "Very nice to meet you Mr. Garwin. Please have a seat." We all sat and I watched Reid as he looked around the well-furnished office. He didn't seem uncomfortable at all, which was surprising. I could see Dr. Chaucer scribbling away again. "So Reid, I've been asking Lux for a long time to bring someone important to her, excluding family members, to a session."

Reid looked over at me with a smirk and raised eyebrows as I turned and blushed. Dr. Chaucer could be such a twat sometimes.

"Really? Isn't that something," he replied. I don't think he understands how long she's been trying to get me to do this. I didn't bring Melody. She wasn't comfortable around psychiatrists. I don't know why I chose Reid… I guess… I care about him.

"Lux, would you like to explain your condition to him?" she asked me.

I shook my head and bounced my feet while licking my dry lips. "You tell him." I couldn't explain it. If I could, I wouldn't have ever had to come here and had doctors explain it for me.

"Reid, are you familiar with the term Dissociative Identity Disorder?" she asked him.

"Can't say that I am." I began raking the sand in the Zen garden she had on her desk.

"It's the medical term for multiple personality disorder. Lux previously was suffering with two personalities." I swallowed hard, my palms sweating.

"Wow… uh. Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, looking at me. I kept my eyes on the sifting sand.

"I couldn't. It's not exactly something I brag about. But that's what happened when I got out of the hospital. They shipped me here because I was… freaking out." Silence.

"So Reid, Lux tells me you two are lovers?" Oh jezze! Did she have to say that? I groaned and let my head fall on the hard mahogany desk. It hurt but the pain wasn't worth rubbing away because I knew my face was glowing with embarrassment.

"I'd like to think we're a little more than lovers," Reid said casually. I frowned and sat up, looking at him curiously. Since when? Then again, I suppose we'd been a little more then lovers when we established that we weren't allowed to uh, see other people. She was writing again. Damn her.

"I'd like to do an exercise with the two of you, to see how you interact," Dr. Chaucer announced, standing up and going into her cupboard.

-Reid's POV-

"Lux, could you step out of the room for a minute? Why don't you schedule your next appointment with Maria?" Dr. Chaucer questioned. Lux stood up, looking as though she was battling with herself, but then she left shutting the door behind her after this shrink had me and her doing all these weird 'interaction' exercises though. It's cool though. I'm used to shit like this. "Reid, I don't know if you realize this, but you are dealing with a very delicate woman. I must warn you, unless you intend on pursuing a relationship with Lux, it would be bet for you not to be involved with her sexually."

I frowned. I'm pursuing… something with Lux. I mean, its kind of a relationship I guess. Oh shit. How did that happen?

"Many times, women with DID tend to act promiscuously as a result of having multiple personalities." Well, that explains Aaron. "Encouraging this could potentially interfere with her recovery." I frowned. Why would it do that? "And from my observations, I've gathered that she seems to care deeply for you. And romantically. I've worked very hard with her for three years. I would hate to see everything she's worked to overcome crash down on her again because or a misunderstanding of feelings."

"I'm not going to hurt her! Why does everyone assume that?" I asked, exasperated. I'm getting fed up.

"Alright then Mr. Garwin. You are excused. Nice meeting you," the woman said with a smile. I don't like her. He rubs me the wrong way.

"Bye," I said, walking out of the room to find Lux chatting it up with some guy. I chewed my lip, trying my best to ignore the jealous feeling in the pit of my stomach when she threw her head back, laughing at something this tool was saying.

He looked like he works here by the outfit. Then again, maybe he's a patient. I've never been to an institution before, so who knows. I came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, giving the guy my best 'she's off limits' warning with my facial expression.

"Hi," she said, turning and smiling. "Reid this is Carter. He's a nurse here."

"Hey, only until I finish Med school," this Carter guy said, throwing a joking smile at her. Great, I'm competing with a future doctor.

"Interesting. Ready to go?" I asked, wanting her away from this guy. I don't like the way he's looking at her.

"Oh, actually. I wanted to go into the Women's ward… just to visit an old friend. If you don't mind anyway." I sighed. I don't like it here. I want to leave. But the way she was looking at me… stupid eyes full of hope.

"Yeah that's fine. Let's go." The sooner we get this over with, the better. This place gives me the creeps. Everything is so white. Overly cheery. But it's one of those 'cheery' feelings where you know it really isn't cheery. Get it? Never mind…

I followed Lux and this Carter fag down a long hall through a door with a fingerprint security system. Damn… this is fucking lockdown. W walked into another overly white room, but this one was a little more home-like. There was a couch and a TV. Lamps, coffee tables, an oriental rug, a few plants. There was a desk with a heavy-set woman with thick, curly red hair behind it.

"What brings you in here Carter?" she said.

"Brought an old friend," he answered. Lux waved shorty to the woman.

"Lux! Good to see you sweetheart!" the woman cried, standing up from her chair and coming out from behind the desk to wrap Lux in a hug.

"Hi LeAnn," Lux greeted her, hugging the hefty woman back. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling uncomfortable in this room. There were a bunch of girls staring at me. Usually, I'd love it, but these girls were looking at me like they've never seen a guy in their life. Three of them were looking at me over the back of the couch, and the other two were sitting on the floor, taking a break from their hand game to stare. "This is my fr-" Lux began but I interrupted her.

"Boyfriend. Reid Garwin. Pleasure," I said being sure to throw a sideways glance at the all mighty future doctor Carter. Nurse Carter. Faggot. The woman gave me a lop-sided smile and shook my hand. I noticed the breast of her uniform had 'Head Nurse' sewn on it. I chanced a look over at Lux to see what her reaction to what I said was. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

-Lux's POV-

I didn't get a chance to freak myself out about what Dr. Chaucer might be telling Reid. I nearly ran right into someone I haven't seen in a long time.

"Carter?" I questioned, noticing the tall young man with the same dreadlocks tied in a ponytail at the back of his neck, par usual. He looked me over as if trying to recognize me. Once he stopped on my face, it seemed to dawn on him.

"Lux? Wow! Look at you! It's been a long time!" he said nervously.

"Yeah… still in the men's ward?" I asked with a smirk. He blushed.

"Um… yeah." I laughed.

-Flashback-

"Hey Emily, would you kindly shut the fuck up?" I snapped at the petite brunette sixteen-year-old sitting on the floor next to the couch. A basket case to the extreme. She insisted on wearing earmuffs constantly. Only pink or red ones though. No other color. A victim of post-traumatic stress. Her stepfather shot her in the face when she was twelve. She managed to live without brain damage. Only a pretty nasty scar on her left cheek.

She began to cry and I rolled my eyes. They should lock the stupid girl up when she goes into one of her funks. She sings B-I-N-G-O over and over again, but never takes any of the letters away. If you visited here when she was like this and were perfectly normal, he'd drive you crazy and you'd have to stay!

"Lux!" Andrea scolded me, rushing over to the girl. The blonde patted the hysteric girl's back, trying to calm her down.

I scoffed. "Well fuck Barbie, how am I supposed to enjoy this thrilling fucking episode of Channel 6 news when this dumb cow won't shut up?" Now that I had my outburst, I got up from the couch, hearing Tanya snicker. Forget this. I'll find something more interesting to do. I looked down the end of the hall and saw that the utility closet door was opened. I looked around the corner into the sitting room. LeAnn was occupied, talking on the phone and writing things down in her office. I could see her through the window. Andrea was busy with Bingo. That left only one person at this time of the day to be in the utility closet.

"Working hard?" I teased as I stepped into the closet, seeing Carter in a chair flipping through a magazine. He jumped and threw the zine to the floor, sighing and shaking his head when he saw it was just me. "Scared ya," I said and he stood up, pretending to do some kind of work. He was really just milling around the cleaning supplies though to look busy.

"Need help with something?" he asked. I smirked pushing myself off the wall I'd been leaning on and walking up behind him.

"Yeah, the AC in my room is busted. Fix it. I can't sit out there with The Basket Case anymore." That was my favorite nickname for Emily. There was nothing to do when Myra was her one on one with Dr. Chaucer.

"Alright," he said, grabbing a toolbox and walking to Myra's and my shared room. I followed after him, closing the door behind me. He opened the AC's casing and poked around with it.

"You know they wont even let me wear a bra here?" I said out of nowhere, throwing myself on my bed. He stopped picking at the vent for a minute, taking in what I'd said, before shaking his head and continuing. "Think I'm gonna hang myself with it or something," I laughed loudly.

"Sorry to hear that Lux," he replied shortly, not even bothering to look at me. I sat up quickly and frowned.

"No you fucking aren't!" I snapped. My sudden attitude change made him turn and look at me. "I see you look at me Carter. You want to fuck me. You want to fuck a crazy girl. Don't you?" He was at a loss for words as I approached him. "Go ahead. Fuck me. I know you want to," I growled, stopping in front of him and taking his hands from his sides, placing them on my breasts.

"L-"

"Shh…" I whispered, leaning up and standing on my tip-toes to kiss him roughly. I pulled away. "I won't tell if you don't." I slid one hand from his shoulder to his crotch, cupping him in my hand. He looked more than shocked, but he didn't take his hands off my chest. His fingers began kneading me through my shirt as he leaned down and ferociously captured my lips. I smiled through the kiss. I win.

"Chec- oh my!" Andrea said opening the door. I craned my neck around and saw the shocked expression on her face. I rose from my knees and Carter quickly tucked himself back into his pants, panicking at being caught getting sucked off by me.

"What?" I snapped. Andrea ran out of the room, calling fo LeAnn.

"I'm going to get fired," Carter groaned, putting his face in his hands. I snorted with laughter.

"Shouldn't have done it then," I said nonchalantly with a shrug.

He didn't even get fired. Just scolded badly by Dr. Chaucer and moved into the men's ward. Of course, I got chewed out, put into solitary, lost my grounds privileges and analyzed for two hours by Bitch Chaucer.

-End Flashback-

"Lux?" a meak voice said from the hallway. I grinned when I saw the small, dark skinned girl I had looked over the whole time I had been at Arbour.

"Myra!

A/N: So there it is. Don't forget the poems. If any of you would be kind enough to help me out on my new Reid story, it'd be lovely. So Dissociative Identity Disorder. I do not have it, so I don't know much about it. But I have met someone with a mild case of it. And once I was on the bus with a guy who had multiple personalities pretty severely in Boston. It was about 12 and I was coming home from a concert and the guy was talking in a high pitched and low pitched voice to tell the two personalities apart. His high pitched personality had read a sign on the bus that said any suspicious looking people or unattended bags should be reported to the bus driver. So his high pitched personality was trying to tell the bus driver that his low pitched personality was suspicious looking. It was scary.