Disclaimer: These boys don't belong to me and maybe it's a good thing as my house isn't big enough.
Story: Building a Better Mousetrap 101
Warnings: More angst, L2 slang and stuff.
Being a Mouse doesn't mean you're helpless or weak.
Current Pairings: 1xR, 2xOC, 3x4, 5xS, HxOC, 6xN and OCxOC (past 1x2)
Chapter 16 – Therapy begins
In the end Trowa caved rather easily, it only took a few pointed words, with Heero's fists backing them up to convince the tall European boy. Plus Quatre may have been covering for Trowa, but that didn't mean he hadn't been constantly on him to get therapy. So now that Trowa's little secret was out, and the rest of the guys knew, he gave in to the wishes of his lover. Wufei on the other hand had needed some serious convincing, three hours worth. It was quite late by the time Heero returned to his dorm room. Duo had eventually made it back and was in bed, but awake, waiting for Heero to return.
"Damn 'Ro you stink. What the hell did you do? Smell them into submission?"
"Baka, no once I managed to get that damn hair shirt off Wufei, I burned it. Um, your okay right? And Mouse?.."
"Ah, 'Ro I'll be happy to talk all night, but seriously man, you stink. Pleease, go take a shower first."
Heero's and Quatre's therapy sessions were normally back to back and sometimes the two teenagers came together. Their therapist was a tad surprised though when all five pilots showed up at the same time, each one still sporting their slowly fading hickeys from the Halloween party. Well except the 02 pilot. Whoever had gotten a hold of that boy, had done a humdinger of a job. Lucky girl, the long haired male was extremely attractive. Truthfully they all were, sometimes she loved her job. The intelligent woman was also more than smart enough NOT to point out that pilot 05 was sporting a split lip and what looked like the makings of a black eye. Or that the 03 pilot looked mostly resigned to his fate, and had a small bruise of his own on his face.
Of her new patients, only the pilot 02 seemed relatively perky. Of course, she would find out soon enough, as did all who came to truly know him, that much of it was no more than a reflexive defense for all the pain he held inside. After a couple of sessions the woman was surprised the boy had managed to survive this long. She attributed it to the innate strength of his personality, and the love of his friends.
On his fourth individual session he came leading a pretty dark haired girl by the hand. Ah, this must be the giver of all those Hickeys. The two were sporting a new batch this week. She smiled, remembering her days of young love and infatuation when she had first been with the man that had eventually become her husband. She was a little surprised he had brought her, well at least so soon. Quatre and Trowa were already taking joint sessions. But that couple was well established and of long standing.
This couple was relatively new and there was a possibility the pilot would move on, from what she thought she had gleaned from his records, and from things the others had said here and there about his activities after the war. She had gathered that he was somewhat flighty and/or fickle when it came to relationships, other than with that of the other pilots. But she changed her mind that day, and mentally kicked herself in the ass for making such an assumption. The girl was pretty, and well into the session she realized the girl was strong of heart as well. It had been she who had broken thru to the lost younger version of this young man trapped inside, and had been the catalyst for him getting help.
One of the other things she noticed, seeing as the couple basically never let go of each other's hands as they sat there, was the chestnut colored braided bracelet on the girl's wrist. It didn't take the observant woman long to realize it was made from the same hair of the braided boy sitting next to her. A boy who claimed he had never cut his hair in his life, and as the braid was three feet long she believed him.
"Duo that's a lovely wristlet Mouse is wearing, did you make that?"
"What's that Dr. Rice? Yeah it's pretty cool if I don't say so myself. I made it from my hair, see. I cut a lock off and then braided it up all nice and tight. I found the pattern on the internet and modified it a bit. See, weaving and interweaving the hair so it would be sturdy and thick enough." Mouse grinned she had an idea what the therapist was up too. Duo had lifted his braid up a little to show the woman whre he had cut the lock off but didn't let her touch it. Then he went on to explain how he had created the extremely personal object.
Mrs. Rice had her answer, the girl could come to any session with Duo that the couple wanted her too. The ex-pilot was most likely never letting the dark haired girl, known as Mouse to everyone, go. Whether the youngsters were aware of that little fact themselves or not yet, remained to be seen. But she suspected they were catching on, they were here together after all, weren't they. And she suspected that the troubled young man, might just need the girls help when it came time to revealing and expressing the more disturbing parts of his horrific past.
Mouse had readily agreed to join Duo to some of his therapy sessions. It would sure be a timesaver later, as he had immediately taken to telling her 'everything' he and his therapist had discussed. Time that could be used to do other things, like homework, talking dirty on the phone or better yet making out under their favorite cherry tree. After bringing Mouse that first time, Duo went alone to the next and asked Dr. Rice the question that had been plaguing him for weeks. When she thought, it would be okay to go all the way, cause Duo was clueless about this kinda stuff. His dick was starting to get on his last nerve, what with all its constant feeding of erotic images to big brain and it's complaints of neglect, blah blah blah. Really like he neglected it, it had been getting more attention in the last 2 months than it had ever gotten, greedy little bastard.
"Ah, Dr. Rice your married right? So that means you dated Mr. Rice at some point." The therapist chuckled at the innocent question.
"Yes Duo dear of course. I've been married now for 7 years and we have a lovely little boy named David."
"Oh wow that's' awesome Doc. Um anyway, how long was it before you and Mr. Rice went, you know, all the way. Cause, I'm having a problem here deciding when it would be alright to ah, you know, with Mouse." Mrs. Rice blink, stunned at what this sort of question implied.
"Sweetie, are you still a.."
"What! Oh God no, loss dat durin da war.
Duo eye's got enormous and he started blushing furiously even more than he already had been when he asked the original question. He had dragged his feet up onto the couch and hugged his knees as usual, a habit that showed how closed up he really was most of the time. Of all the pilots, he was the worst in this aspect. Most of the others, either sat on one side of the couch or the other, depending on preference, and right verses left brain activity. Oddly Quatre the empath and Heero sat on the same side of the couch, while Trowa and Wufei sat on the other. Anyway the boys tried to use the sides of the couch to figuratively protect themselves. Duo sat in the middle, but folded up in on himself making himself small and less exposed. Interesting, now that she thought about it, the only time Duo had sat a whole session 'exposed' had been when his girlfriend Mouse was with him, and even then he had leaned towards her constantly. Body language spoke volumes Also when agitated, Duo's slang and L2 accent worsened. The young chestnut haired pilot continued…
"I,uh em, canna we git ta dat som tuther day. Mouse kens…. I, ah, is jist that I niver 'ad a, um, reel 'lationship afore, so I dun no wha's riht. Yi git wha I ken? Like in alla da movies, jist sorta allaways seems ta 'appen at jist da right tim. I wis no ol' nough to cover dis stuff wi Fa' Maxwell ana Sista 'elen, bu um, I din no dat dey woulda ken either. Wha wih 'em bein a priest an 'er bein a nun and tal. An da guy's, wella ya no Wu was merried afore da war, ana Q and Trowa hookeded up durin da war…..
OH my, he 'was' seriously agitated and this obviously meant a great deal to him. He hadn't back slid this completely into the street slang of L2 no matter what he'd been talking about, until now.
"Duo,.. Duo child, calm down."
"M-ma'am, I isa no chillin. Ya ken."
"Yes, of course dear. I apologize. I forget sometimes that you and the other pilots most likely never had much of a real childhood."
"Ah, 'ell, ima singin lick a L2 rit. Ain I?"
"Sorry dear, but yes you are. I'm not quite used to the phrasing." Duo closed his eyes and pulled himself together.
"I apologize, I'm just a little nervous asking you this kind of thing, and well it's kind of been driving me a little batty, Ya know?" Mrs. Rice actually chuckled, batty ? Well that's a new world for being sexually frustrated.
"It's okay, I understand, they pumped you boys with information, drugs and weapons training and left off sex education and social interaction. Right?"
"Yep, so um what do you think? Should I keep backing off or jump her?"
"Here's a question for you. How long have the two of you known each other and how much of that have you been dating?"
"Oh that's easy, I met her the first week of school. And we had our first date the middle of October. And of course, we talk all the time. I call her a couple of times a night, and ah, talk, yeah, um we talk, he-he."
"Oh my, ah Duo."
"Ma'am?"
"I think anytime now will be just fine, as long as she wants it too. Seeing as you've waited this long perhaps a…. D-Duo, where are you going."
"Later Doc."
"Oh my, I hope that gal is ready, or he's going to get even more frustrated." Doctor Rice, chuckled to herself and started adding to her session notes.
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AN: :D all I can say about the next chapter is hehehehe.