To be honest for TJ the next few days were a blur, what he remembers most clearly is being checked out of the hospital and Doug talking to him.

"So you'll stay at Mama's for a couple of weeks before going to rehab." The word again hung unspoken between the two of them, "We will sit you up in Mama's guest room and someone will be home all day to make sure you aren't alone."

TJ was ignoring his brother and looked out the car window.

"Also Mama's getting you set up with one of the best psychiatrists in the country."

TJ turned around and looked at his brother horrified," A shrink, why?"

"You need the help TJ."

"I don't need help, I'm fine."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't!" TJ snapped at his brother.

"You're going on TJ. No matter what."

"Of course, I'm going." TJ replied sarcastically.

"Why do you say it like that?"

"Why the fuck do you think?" TJ growled dryly.

"You are impossible, TJ." Doug sighed as TJ avoided his gaze,"Hey are you okay?"

"No."

"How can I change it? Can I help?"

"Yeah you can cancel the appointment with the shrink."

"You know I can't do that."

Tj leaned back into his seat," Why am I going to the shrink?"

"Because you need help."

"No I don't!" TJ snapped and set his jaw.

"Well Mom thinks you do so you're going."

"Of course she does." TJ muttered darkly.

"TJ it's for your own good." Tj looked away from his brother, 'My own good? She should have let me die.' "Hey it won't be that bad, I met her she's nice."

Tj rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Don't give me that."

TJ looked at his brother and flashed his brother a forced smile.

"See that's better." Tj was silent the rest of the drive and looked ahead,"Hey were home."

"Hi Mama." TJ said as his mother hugged him.

"Hey TJ." TJ pulled away and sat down on the couch, "Did Doug tell you about the psychiatrist."

"Sadly."

"Why, is that a problem?"

"I don't need a shrink."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I wouldn't be saying that if didn't believe it."

"Tj this is why you need to go to a shrink."

TJ was silent for a moment before standing up, "I'm going to spend the rest of the night in my room."

(My head hurts so much as I type this line break)

The next day Tj was forced up at the crack of dawn and forced out of his warm bed to this damn shrink. He sat across from the shrink who had brown hair and looked tried to look casual but it was sort of hard to do considering all the tension in the room (Stephanie Pierson is face casted by Michaela Colin from Bones she plays Angela Montenegro)

"Hello TJ I'm Stephanie Pierson." TJ stared at her loftily, "Now I'm sure you have some misconceptions about psychiatrists, but I'm here to help you. Why don't you sit down?"

TJ sat down stiffly across from her.

"Let's start with how your feeling?"

"Bored. Betrayed." TJ growled slightly.

"Why do you feel betrayed?"

"Because I don't want to be here."
"Why don't you want to be here? Don't you believe you need help?"

"I don't need help, I'm fine."

"What do you think about your suicide attempt?" Stephanie knew that if she pushed too hard TJ would lash out so she needed to establish a line for them.

"I don't see how that's important to you." TJ growled.

"No need to be hostile."

"That wasn't hostile." TJ drawled.

"Alright let's move on. Do you have any questions for me?"
"Yeah when do I go home?"

"Why do you want to go home?"
"I just don't want to be here I'd rather be alone."

"Why do you want to be alone? Is it you feel out of place in your family or another reason?"
"I'm a gay drug addict in the president's family. How more out of place could I be?"

"So you don't feel comfortable in your family?"

Tj rolled his eyes, "What was your first clue, Doc?"

"So you feel like an outcast? Have you ever tried to fix that?"

"Being the perfect son would probably fix it."

"Do you feel like you brother is better liked than you?"

"Oh I know it."

"Are you jealous of your brother?"

"Jealous why would I be jealous of someone who always gets attention were I have to get it by lashing out." TJ said sinking into the chair.

"Do you wish to change it?"

"A Little, I got used to being ignored."

"Do you wish you could change that?"

"After a while you get used to it. Sure you're starving for attention but you just accept it as your lot in life."

"And you've accepted that?" Stephanie found that hard to believe.

"I've accepted it doesn't mean I'm thrilled with it.

"And what of your relationship status?" TJ flinched and closed in on himself, 'Good job Stephanie all the progress we made just went to shit.' "Do you feel uncomfortable with this subject?"

TJ nodded slightly.

"Alright I believe our session is almost over. I let you go early and we will continue our conversation Thursday."

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"TJ, how was your session?" Elaine asked as TJ walked into the house.
"Fine. So I'm going again in two days?"

"Is something bothering you?"

"No."

"TJ you need to start trusting us."

"I don't need to see a shrink, okay?"

"Yes you do."

"No. I. Don't." TJ looked at his mother bitterly, "I'm going up to me room or do you have a problem with that too?"
"TJ." Elaine said desperately.

Tj was roughly half up the stairs when he turned around and growled angrily," What?!"

"Nothing." Elaine said.

Tj turned around and continued walking up the stairs to his room before opening the door and sitting down on the bed. He was shaky and sweaty, so he pulled off his shirt. He easily recognized the symptoms of withdrawal but he couldn't go out till later since he wasn't able to get his stash.

"Hey TJ how you feeling?" Margaret asked as she walked in.

"Horribly."

"I can see that."

"Then why did you ask."

"It's a stupid ethical thing the shrink wants us to do." TJ stretched out on the bed moving over for his grandmother, "Do you need anything?"

"A canceled session with the shrink."

"That's not within my power, sweetie, and nice try." TJ smiled at her softly. He dropped his head back onto the headboard.

"I know, but can you blame a man for trying."
Margaret shook her head at him, "Was she that bad?"

"No I just don't want to be reminded about how big a screw up I am."

"It's not you sweetie, it's the family."

"No it's just me. You, Mama, and Dougie never screw up.

"Doug has screwed up. He just hides it."

"You're just humoring me."

"What you don't think your brother has never screwed up?"

"He's the golden boy, Mom and Dad's favorite. Probably yours too." TJ mumbled.

"He's not my favorite." Margaret said trying to get TJ's attention.

"Why isn't he? He's the perfect son and I'm just a screw up." TJ looked miserable after he said this.

"Yep."

"Doug is the favorite of your parents, but that is why you're my favorite. Besides who else would I play piano with?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I disappoint everyone."

"All kids feel like that sometimes."

"Not all the time."
"Yeah, but you're special."

"I wouldn't call it special."

"Well then what the hell would you call it?"

"Not special that's for sure." TJ sighed," I'm going to go get some sleep, could you wake me up in time for dinner?"

"Alright, get some sleep TJ."

TJ slept for five or six years before Margaret came back upstairs and woke him up.

"Dinner time TJ."

"MHz" TJ grunted sitting up and rubbed his eyes,"I'm up."

"Doug's here, by the way." Margaret walked down the stairs with TJ stumbling behind her," Hey Dougie."

"Hey Dougie." TJ muttered.

"Hey Nana, TJ." TJ sat down at the table a little farther from everyone else and just stared ahead, "So TJ how was your trip to the psychiatrist?"

"I don't want to talk about it." TJ mumbled not looking at Doug.

"I have a hard time believing that it was that bad."

"Just because I don't want to talk about something doesn't mean it was bad Doug."

"You know what you need? You need a hobby."

"I have a hobby it just isn't conventional." Doug raised an eyebrow and TJ mimicked the expression.

"You need a productive hobby."

"My hobby is productive. It gets your blood pumping and your heart rate up."

"Just think about it."

"Not going to happen." TJ's joking demeanor was quickly diminishing and was being replaced with how he was feeling currently.

Doug sighed, "You are being ridiculous."

TJ rolled his eyes and started eating, and after a few bites pushed his plate away, "May I be excused?"

"TJ are you okay?" Elaine asked as TJ got up and cleaned his plate.

"I'm just not hungry." TJ ignored the churning in his gut.

TJ finished cleaning his dish and walked up the stairs to his room and he barely made it to the bathroom before he threw up the contents of his stomach. Margaret watched him to walk up the stairs and heard his door shut.

"Really Doug, a hobby?"

"Yes I would think it be good for him. It would give him something to do."

"I don't think he's like this because he's bored."

"No I don't think that it, I think it would be good for him to be productive."
"Productivity isn't going to make him happy. Try and bring it up in a different way." Doug was about to protest, "He probably felt attacked, try to bring it up gently. You did bring it up gently but he isn't in a best place at the moment, and he probably felt betrayed because he was forced to go to a shrink."
"The shrink was Mom's idea." Doug grumbled as he thought he was blamed.

"I know but you told him but you probably sprang it on him. TJ isn't the most stable person."
"I'm going to do the dishes and then do some work." Elaine got up and left.

"I know he isn't stable that's why he's going to see the psychiatrist."

"He knows this, he doesn't need to be reminded."
"Nana, I'm trying to help him."

"I know, dear."

"Then why do you criticize me?"

"I'm not trying to, I'm just telling you how to handle him."

"I think I can handle my brother."

"He isn't wired the same way we are." Doug nodded his understanding, "We should be getting to bed. You should head home to Anne."
"Yeah I guess you're right. Night Nana."