Couples Therapy- Chapter 4- Gillian and David.

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Here it was. David and Gillian's therapy session.

David was rather nervous about this event, but Gillian seemed perfectly at ease with everything. She thought their relationship was fine, she had told him so when she had lifted her blonde head out of a book of witchery for a second before her nose stuck itself in the book once more. After David went with the guys to a football game, Gillian didn't comment of it any more. Mostly because Gillian mostly had her head in a book, but David was used to it… but it still hurt.

When David entered Paul's office alone, Gillian was already sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs. Her head in a book as usual.

Paul gestured for David to sit and asked for Gillian to put her book down. David noticed her sneaking peaks at its pages.

"So, how do you feel you're relationship is going?" Paul asked.

Gillian smiled. "It's going great. It's amazing really."

Paul nodded and jotted this down on his notepad. "I expect this is mutual?"

"Umm… David coughed and his knee started bouncing. "Actually… It's not."

Gillian didn't even seem to hear what he had said; her head was in the book again.

"Gillian would you get your head out of that damn book for once?" David yelled at her, his patience and tolerance gone.

Gillian snapped the book shut and looked up at David with a hurt and worried expression.

"You have your nose in a book all the time and you never pay any attention to me! What about me? Huh? I'm your Soulmate, but I feel more of like a- a- a pet. A neglected pet Gillian."

Gillian frowned up at him. David was expecting her to burst into tears and apologize but instead she said, "Well David you don't have to be such a Ron Weasley about it."

"What?" David grabbed the book from her hands and slid the hard cover book of spells out of its sleeve to reveal… Harry Potter and Chamber of Secrets?

"Gillian." David cried. "You ditched me for Harry Potter?"

Gillian shrugged. "He's much better looking than you."

"Gillian I am real! Harry Potter is not real!" David bellowed. He never got to see her reaction because at that very moment a mob of mostly girls and some guys raided the mansion and made a beeline for the therapy room. All of the people were dressed at either characters from Harry Potter or had some indication that they were Potter fans.

"There he is!"

"There is the none believer!"

"Seize that douche bag!" Were some of the cries David heard as hands ripped and clawed at him. Finally some girls about thirteen or fourteen were able to get David on top of the mob and they marched him out of the house and towards a volcano? In the middle of Vegas? Like a real volcano, not the one that shouts the fire on the Stripe.

David had no freaking clue what was going on and when a loud scream sounded right in his ear David sat bolt upright and screamed.

It wasn't really a scream, more of like a panicked yell. It took him several delirious minutes before David was able to tell where he was.

He was in the theatre room in Thierry's mansion. He had fallen asleep while watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. The scream that had awoken him was several of the girls screaming as Harry encountered the Basilisk. It had all been a dream.

"Are you okay David?" Gillian whispered, holding tightly onto his arm.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. I just had a really weird dream." He shook his head, trying to shake the people from his mind.

"You want to talk about it?" Gillian asked, in the pale blue light of the large TV, David could see the worry lines on her face.

David put his arm around her and said, "No I'm okay."

"You sure?" Gillian snuggled closer to him.

"I'm positive." David whispered and pressed his lips softly to hers.

When they both came up for air David could see he wasn't the only one who dosed off during the movie. Ash's blond head was resting in Mary-Lynnette's lap, Quinn's head was on Rashel's shoulder and she had to move her shoulder every so often to stop Quinn from snoring. Morgead and Jez were passed out on one of the couches, their arms wrapped tightly around one another. Poppy was lying across James' lap, whose head was tilted back and David thought he saw a bit of drool on the corner of James's mouth.

David shook his head smiling. Gillian nudged him and asked him what he was smiling about. "Nothing." He replied innocently. When Gillian continued to stare at him David shrugged his shoulders.

Gillian fell asleep in David's arms and he felt himself going under again.

This time, David didn't have a dream about mob's dragging him out of the house for insulting Harry Potter.

The next day, David and Gillian walked hand in hand into Paul's office.

"How are you both this morning?" Paul asked, in a forced cheerful tone.

"Tired." David yawned and slumped in his seat.

"Up late last night?" Paul raised his brows.

"Not like that! We watched Harry Potter!" Gillian squealed, being the prude virgin that she was.

"Oh." Paul blushed. "Anyway." He coughed, "what is and how do you feel about the status of your relationship?"

David felt hurt and confusion ran through his veins when he heard Gillian shift uncomfortably.

"Well… we're married on Facebook." David said.

"Are you really married?"

"No, boyfriend and girlfriend. Soulmates." Gillian piped.

"And do you have anything you want to get off of your chest?"

David and Gillian both took a deep breath and turned to face each other.

"Wait, what did I do?" They demanded simultaneously.

They were rarely ever hostile toward each other, but they both settled for glaring.

"If this is about Angel…" Gillian warned.

"Angel?" David scowled. "You think I'm not mature enough to get over that?"

Gillian frowned. "Well if it's not about Angel then why are you mad at me?"

"You honestly don't know?"

"Like you know what I'm mad about."

David had his suspicions, but he was smart enough not to voice them. "I'm upset with you because you always have you nose in a book."

Gillian opened her mouth, anger flashing in her violet eyes, but David cut her off before she could argue. "I'm not saying that you learning witchcraft is a bad thing- but c'mon Gillian! Have we even been on a legitimate date since we joined Circle Daybreak?"

"Is that why you keep a picture of Tanya in your underwear drawer?" Gillian snapped, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

David's mouth formed a guilty "O", "Gillian, it's not like that."

"In your underwear drawer! Do you even want to go a legit date?" Gillian snarled.

"I keep a picture of Tanya in my drawer to remind me of what she almost took from me! From us! To remind me how much you mean to me and how literally screwed I'd be if it wasn't for you!" David yelled, feeling furious that Gillian thought he still had feeling for anyone but her.

"But in your underwear drawer?" Gillian felt a twinge of guilt on top of betrayal and hopelessness.

"I'm a guy Gillian. I don't change my underwear as often as a should, so it serves only as an occasional reminder."

Gillian let her disgust show on her face. "How often?"

Like… I don't know. Every other day."

Gillian still felt repulsed, but he changed his underwear more often than she had imagined so she guessed she should feel proud.

"I'm sorry." Gillian managed around a thick, scratchy throat. "I'm just... insecure…"

"Oh, I totally don't blame you Jilly girl." Iliana sniffed.

"I know. Who does that? Keeps a picture of their ex in their underwear drawer." The Daybreakers shook their heads.

"I'd drop him like Iliana drops everything." Mary-Lynnette claimed.

"I'm not that much of a klutz." Iliana pouted. "And I have to pee." She announced and jumped up, knocking over a vase on the other side of the room.

"How does she do that?" Thierry demanded, tired of broken vases in his house.

"Talent." Morgead answered sarcastically.

"Now let's get back to the session." Thea shushed everyone.

"I know Gillian. I am too. That's why you studying so much bugs me… Because I can't help but think you don't love me as much as I love you…" David stared at his sneakers. ("LOOK UP YOU DUMBASS!")

"Oh David, I do. I do love you!" Gillian wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. " I just finally know what my purpose is. I want to embrace it as much as I can."

"But Gillian, what about me?" ("Selfish bastard!")

"What about you?"

"What's my purpose? What am I supposed to do? I'm just a stupid human who can't do anything right."

"HE'S LOOKING AT HIS SHOES AGAIN." Thea twisted her hands as if to strangle her best friend's Soulmate.

"Humans don't go on missions that much do they?" Ash scratched his neck.

"I have reason's for doing that." Thierry stated, keeping his eyes on the screen.

"Only the epic ones get to go." Quinn nuzzled Rashel's neck and she settled herself more comfortably in his lap.

"Excuse me?" The humans asked.

Quinn blushed. "Well, uh. Mary-Lynnette is the brain of the operation; Eric heals the shifters in their animal forms, and uh… Maggie, is uh… moral support…"

Everyone was satisfied with this and focused their attention on Gillian and David once more.

Gillian smiled softly. "Your purpose is numbers. There's strength in numbers you know."

David laughed a kind of maniac laugh. "Numbers for what?"

"Circle Daybreak. David you mean something. To everyone here. You do matter. If you would just relax then maybe you would find that people like you and then you'd find your purpose."

("He needs to STOP looking down at those disgusting Sneakers!")

David smiled at Gillian. A real smile, not one of a madman, or of a scorned lover, but a true smile. "I love you Gillian."

"I love you too David." Gillian took his hand and squeezed tightly. "Now let's go out to dinner tonight."

"I'd like that." And together David and Gillian exited Paul's office and went to a happy meal at Vegas's nicest restaurant.

"I am amazing." Paul smirked, completely satisfied with his "work" on David and Gillian and tossed a crumpled piece of paper into his trash basketball hoop.

Quinn rolled his eyes. "C'mon. All the couples have worked things out on their own so far."

"I wonder how we'll do." Rashel wondered aloud.

"Ah, shit. We are next aren't we?"

"Yep."

"Damn it. We don't need this."

"Mandatory." The Daybreakers caroled.

"Whatever. Now who wants to trash David and Jill's room while they're out?"

"We're in." Ash, Morgead, Jez, and Delos all stood.

"I think we all need individual therapy." Mary-Lynnette said sarcastically.

"Don't give him any ideas!" Hannah hissed and threw her hands over Thierry's ears.

I think they all need it too Mare ;D

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