AN: Hello all! I'm sorry the chapter was so long coming but I was editing it for a while. I'm looking for an editor, someone to check the grammar and look at the story line to see if it makes sense, if its funny, if bits should be cut out ect. So if your interested please message me. And a big thanks to blackpen, COUGARS SHADES, Bluer Sky and Smiling Eyes for the reviews.
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Chapter 2: Hungover

Lucia woke up with a splitting headache. The last thing she could remember was singing at the top of her lungs, she must have been quite drunk. Opening her eyes, Lucia was greeted with the sight of her bedroom, which was a welcome sight. Her room was small, yet tidy. Her walls were a creamy white and the carpet matched the walls, her brown wood desk stood against a wall, a few bookcases, a wardrobe and windows made the room seem less bare. It was all there, all of Lucia's stuff was in her room. Maybe it was all a dream, Lucia thought but this idea was shattered when someone knocked on the door before barging in. A 40 year old women (or that's the age that Lucia thought she was) entered the room. She had dark brown hair and was wearing what looked like a Ionic chiton, a dress with long sleeves that was worn by ancient Greek women. Walking over to the window, she opened the blinds. A light seared through the room, almost blinding Lucia. "Who?" Lucia asked in a whisper, every sound was painful for Lucia to hear.

"Why hello there." the women said in a painfully loud voice. "So your the new psychiatrist, Apollo said you were pretty but he didn't say you were this pretty."

Lucia stared openly at the women. Is she hitting on me? Lucia thought.

"Oh, I must be forgetting my manners. I'm Hestia, goddess of the hearth." She held out her hand to shake which Lucia ignored. Almost falling down, Lucia managed to get out of bed. She was still wearing the clothes she came in and was longing for a fresh pair of clothes. Haven become used to the light Lucia squinted out the window. Instead of seeing what was outside, all she saw was pure light.

"Were are we?" she asked in a soft voice.

"We are under Mt. Olympus, there is a spell in place so that light comes through windows." Hestia explained. Bustling over to the bed, Hestia proceeded to make it, while Lucia's stomach started growling. Hearing it Hestia laughed.

"You must be famished, I'll bring you your breakfast and something to ease that hangover of yours." she said with a wink. Lucia merely grunted in reply, her headache was getting worse. As Hestia opened the door, Lucia's headache loosened for a second.

"Hestia, can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing poppet."

"Well." Lucia started, "If I'm under Mt Olympus, then how can I be in the same room that I had on Earth?"

Hestia's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Well, its quite simple really. When Apollo persuaded Zeus that a shrink from Earth was needed, I thought of a way to make the transition easier. I just made a duplicate of your room and placed it here."

"Oh." Lucia whispered.

After Hestia left, Lucia walked slowly to her cupboard and opened the door. Yes, she thought as she saw that all of her clothes and shoes were there. As she was finishing getting changed into jeans and a white blouse, there was a knock on the door. Loving the feeling of having cleans clothes again, yet still in a bad mood because of the headache, Lucia opened the door to find a grinning Apollo holding a file in his hands.

"And how are we today?" he asked in a sing song voice.

Lucia winced. "I'm ok but can you keep your voice down, I've got a splitting headache."

"As you wish madam." Apollo whispered as he strode past her and into the room. Lucia gave him a look of anger but she closed the door behind her. Apollo was looking around the room, surveying it as if he was going to buy it.

"You have taken this well." he said, turning to face her.

"I was never one to throw a tantrum." she replied.

"I have not even heard a single complaint or request to leave." Apollo said in astonishment.

"I can't even begin to think of going anywhere with a headache like this." She stumbled back to the bed and collapsed on it. Opening one eye to see Apollo, Lucia asked:

"Why am I under Mt Olympus? I thought the Greek god lived on top of Mt Olympus."

Apollo sat down on the bed and gazed at the window.

"We do." he whispered "This is just a place that Dad can use to hide from Hera. There are some other gods and goddesses staying here as well though. And that leads me to your fist patient."

Lucia glared at him. "How do you expect me to work with the mother of all hangovers?"

Apollo smiled, showing genuine warmth. He leaned over and touched her forehead, muttering a few words. Suddenly her headache was gone and the fuzz on her tongue had disappeared. If fact, all of her hangover symptoms had completely disappeared. She looked into Apollo's eyes in astonishment.

"Well I am a god of healing you know." he smiled. The smile sparked some annoyance in Lucia, she returned the same smile and punched him in the face. The punch was strong enough to knock him off the bed. He stood up, rubbing his cheek. "I take that was for imprisoning and making you work here."

"What do you expect?" she replied, with an acid tone.

He sighed, taking hold of her hand he pulled her off the bed and lead her out the door into a long corridor lined with doors.

"Where are we going?" she asked. As soon as the question left her lips, Apollo drew her to a stop in front of a door. The door was the same as all of the other doors except for a gold plate. The plate read: Dr Stephen's. Opening the door, Apollo ushered her in. The room reminded Lucia of a picture of Freud's office she once saw. It had a red, buttoned couch, with a mahogany desk and chair near it. Books lined the walls, and Lucia's diploma's were also hung. A pad of paper and a pen sat neatly on the desk.

"What is this place?" Lucia asked.

"This is your new office." was the reply. Lucia wandered around the room, touching the walls, couches and other objects in the room. She sat down in the big chair behind the desk. Placing the file in front of her, Apollo wandered to the door.

"I'll just call your first patient in."

"Wait!" cried Lucia. Apollo turned around, a spark of curiosity was in his eyes.

"Hestia was bringing me some food, could you get her to bring it in here?"

"Sure, sure."

As he closed the door, Lucia looked down at the file. The name Dionysos was written on the front. Opening the file, she found a profile on 'Dionysos' , including any 'problems' he has and how much 'help' he would need. She was interested to know that he was the god of wine, vegetation, pleasure and festivity. He was also a recovering alcoholic. A small knock emitted from the door, startling Lucia from her reading. Getting up, she walked over to the door and opened it. The sight she saw took her breath away. A young man stood in the doorway, his long dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. His features were slightly feminine and a 4 o'clock shadow graced his cheeks. He was not muscular but he was not fat either, he was the kind of guy who would look good no matter how hung-over he was. It wasn't just his features that attracted Lucia, it was also his eyes. His eyes had a tremendous depth to them, they looked sad and happy at the same time. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.

"Are you Dr Stephen's?" he asked. That broke Lucia out of her reverie.

"Yes, please come in, sit down."

As Dionysos lay down on the couch, Lucia sat down in the chair, pen at the ready to write notes.

"So, I hear to your a recovering alcoholic, how's that going?" Lucia asked.

Dionysos sighed. "As well as any could have expected. I fail at every try to turn down a drink."

"Ok." She started off her notes on Dionysos with the note: Must to to AA meetings or equivalent of.

"Why do you think you can not refuse a drink?" she asked him in a pensive tone.

"I'm the god of wine god dam it! How can I not?!" he yelled, startling Lucia, making her write down: Needs anger management as well.

"Is there any pressure?"

"Well, I'm expected to drink wine. I have whole herds of followers who do nothing BUT drink wine. If I refuse a drink, what will they think of me, they may abandon me." Dionysos's eyes started to water and tears rolled down his cheeks. "I don't want to be abandoned."

After Lucia finished writing: possibly bipolar, she started to ask more questions.

"How does your wife feel about you drinking.?"

"She doesn't like it, she has tried to get me to stop before. And now she has... she has..." his voice cracked and great howling sobs rose from his throat.

"Left you?" Lucia prompted.

"No!" he yelled. "She has refused to drink wine."

"Oh you poor thing." said Lucia, sarcasm dripping from her voice. His teary eyes met hers in surprise, and they held a look of hurt.

"You don't understand. If she refuses wine, its like she's refusing me."

"So you could say that wine is part of you."

His tears started to dry as he looked at Lucia with amazement.

"How did you know that?"

Lucia shrugged. "You need to learn how to distance yourself from wine. I want to you repeat this affirmation every day : I am not wine and wine is not me, we are separate." She helped him off the coach, bringing him tissues to dry his tears.

"I also want you to go to AA meetings, or the equivalent of it. You may find it easier to stop drinking when you see how many other... people are trying to do the same thing."

"But isn't the session supposed to be longer?" Dionysos asked as he was steered towards the door. Lucia smiled cunningly.

"Well they are supposed to be but until I learn what I receive in payment for my services, the sessions will be shorter." She pushed him out the door before he could ask anymore questions. Closing the door behind Dionysos, Lucia sat down, her back to the door. She sat there for a few moments, amazed at her cunning in the payment department before her mind wandered back to the session. That was one of my weirder sessions, that's for sure, Lucia thought. A knock came from the door, that must be the food, she thought.