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Hannah went to the school guidance counselor's office and plopped down on a familiar green couch and set up her laptop that she only used for her sessions. She waited for Dr. Pingleton to get online and patiently sat while she thought of all the things she wanted to talk about.

The middle aged woman appeared on screen and instead of the usual cheerful greeting, Hannah was met with a confused look and asked,

"Is that my couch?"

"No it's not yourcouch but it is a replica I found on eBay. Some bitch in Milwaukee tried to snipe it from me but thankfully eBay has that automatic re-bid feature. The session feels more right with it."

"So how are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling hopeful today. Started off really well. Yesterday was amazing...I'm not sure where to begin," she confessed with a big smile.

"Well I haven't seen you smile like that in a long time. Why don't you tell me about yesterday?"

Hannah animatedly told her about tutoring Tyler, the dinner, and the kiss.

"Ah, this would be your first correct?"

"Yes, it was perfect...at least it felt perfect. It felt like what those silly novels Alissa reads had described. If I believed in magic, I would definitely describe it as such. I mean my limbic system was spitting out dopamine left and right. I had never had such a reaction before."

"What type of reaction? Are you experience new symptoms?"

"Is instant lust and arousal a usual symptom of schizophrenia?"

"Not normally, no."

"Well that's exactly what I felt yesterday. It was intense and...amazing. It's the first time I've ever felt like it was this natural state I'm supposed to be in. I could see myself losing my virginity to Tyler."

"You feel that strongly about this boy?"

"Yes, my attraction to him is that strong."

"What about romantic feelings towards him? Other than arousal, how do you feel about him?"

This was a difficult question for Hannah as she was not used to expressing such emotions to anyone, not even her therapist.

"He's nice and really really sweet. He doesn't mind me babbling on and he's polite about the topics I bring up. I know that I sometimes go off on tangents that most people get irritated about but he seemed to think it was charming. I could see myself growing fond of him."

"What about love?"

"I don't believe in love, you know this."

Dr. Pingleton remained silent for a beat, deciding it wasn't a topic to broach this session.

"So your first kiss, it was perfect?"

"It was mostly perfect, there was one thing at the end that marred things."

"What happened?"

"I saw black eyes again."

An uneasy pause enveloped them, knowing it was an issue that Hannah thought she had gotten over.

She continued to tell the Dr. her feelings about the issue.

"I feel bad for Tyler because one second we were kissing and it was amazing and then the next second I open my eyes and his eyes are pitch black. I spaz out and quickly make an excuse to get away, probably confusing the hell out of him. Then I look in the mirror and I see my eyes are the same way. It's so strange because I've never seen black eyes on other people before, only myself."

"When was the last time you saw black eyes?"

"Not since I was thirteen. That and the delusion that I had control over the elements is what landed me in Shepard Pratt," she explained, referring to the mental facility where she had spent a year of her life.

"Other than the hallucination, it was one of the best nights I ever had. Tonight I have another dinner with him. This time just with him," she went on.

"Well that seems promising. Is it a date?"

"That's the thing, I have no idea. How am I supposed to tell? I wished he just explicitly stated if he had romantic intentions but I feel like through inductive reasoning that he's interested in me sexually. Then again what I'm using as my premises and probabilities might be marred by the fact I'm not well versed in social norms; so my conclusions are probably skewed. He let me clean his room, you don't just let anyone clean your room right?"

"Oh you cleaned his room?" Dr. Pingleton asked, worried that history had repeated itself.

"Yeah I think I overstepped some boundaries...again."

"Did you organize his masturbatory aids?"

Hannah looked down at the floor, embarrassed that she had made the same mistake again.

"Yep."

"Oh Hannah."

"I know, I know, I know...I just couldn't stop thinking about how dirty his room was and that his mind had to be in chaos. I wanted to bring some order to his world and he didn't give me any limitations to the cleaning so when I came across it...I couldn't just leave that a mess."

"Did he have anything that belonged to a series and you ordered whatever he happened to be missing?"

One of the bad things about telling a therapist everything was that they knew their patient too well. The doctor would know if she was lying so she didn't bother trying to deny anything.

"Yeah...he was missing Pirate Whores vs. Ninja Sluts" one through two. How can anyone not have a complete set though? How can you have three but not one and two?" she tried to defend her decision.

"Hannah, remember we talked about this. It's up to them to..."

"Choose what they want to have," she finished for the Dr. Pingleton.

"He invited me to dinner despite that though. We're going out for sushi and it's supposed to be a dressy place. So that's a date right? Otherwise those teen magazines are completely useless as I have always thought them to be. 'Fifty ways to please a man' my fanny. Where is the peer review I ask you?"

Dr. Pingleton ignored Hannah's mini-rant about the validity of the "research" that women and teen magazines showcased in their issues and moved the session along.

"So it seems like you're adjusting well to Spencer."

"Yeah I even made a new friend today. Someone from TaG. She's super cool and a Whovian like me."

From their previous sessions, the doctor remembered the self-given name to fanatics of the Dr. Who franchise and she was glad Hannah was able to find people with similar interests.

"How did that happen?"

"Well I was in the TaG breakroom and everyone had their little cliques. The mathematicians sat at their own table, being all haughty because their research is 'pure science.' Then there were the physicists that think they're king of the castle because their specialty deals with pretty much everything. God, do you have any idea how stuffy a room can get when everyone thinks they're the smartest person in the room? Anyway, I saw this girl wearing the Fourth Doctor's scarf and I zeroed in on her. There was no way she happened to have a long multi-colored scarf in the exact same color scheme as the Fourth Dr. I mean I analyzed that sucker and it was an exact replica. So I have my specified lunch made just for me by the lovely staff at Spencer and come up to her and say 'Nice scarf, Fourth Dr.?' and her eyes lit up like Christmas day. We hit it right off. Her name is Sura Hopkins of the Baltimore Hopkins. I thought she looked familiar and asked her if she ever went to Peabody and she did! What are the odds of that? Well given that she's a descended of the founder of John Hopkins University who had a longtime partnership with George Peabody who is the founder of the Institute, the odds can be calculated..."

"Did you ever meet her at Peabody?" Dr. Pingleton asked not wanting Hannah to get off track.

"No, she was part of the music conservatory. She plays the French horn with the Boston Symphony Orchestra and she played at the Kennedy Center while in Maryland. Which is where I recognize her from; she was in a bunch of the newsletters that were passed out. There were a few guys from the chemistry department there too that were cool. I have a standing Magic tournament with them this weekend. So that's going to be fun. Can't tell Alissa about Sura though."

"Why not? She's one of your best friends that you talk to basically everyday, why wouldn't you tell her about a new friend?"

"She's on this silly 'destiny' kick that I don't want to give her any flimsy evidence of. She's already going on about how I want meant to meet Tyler and thinks that our meeting was somehow contrived. I don't know what she'd say if a former Peabody student was here as well."

Dr. Pingleton's heart skipped a beat as her guilt ebbed at her. She could never tell Hannah that her meeting with the Simms boy was probably concocted and wasn't as innocent as it seemed. She wished she could tell the girl that her delusions weren't delusions at all; but manifestations of her power that the Dr. didn't recognize until recently. She remembered a thirteen year old Hannah coming into the facility that day three years ago, terrified of what she was seeing; swearing she had powers and that her eyes could turn black as night. The institution had drugged the poor girl up enough to sedate her so her powers were dormant and she was convinced that what she was seeing wasn't there. Now that Dr. Pingleton knew more of the facts, it was a shame that Hannah had so spend so much time working on living with hallucinations that could have been prevented if she had grown up in Ipswich.

Dr. Pingleton further felt guilty that she couldn't help the girl more, at least not until Hannah found out she was a witch. Even then the doctor was limited as she couldn't help the teen without possibly revealing her hand in getting the witch to Massachusetts.

While the therapist swallowed her guilt and listened as Hannah animatedly talked about her progress, Dr. Pingleton prayed that her patient never found out about the breech of trust.

After a rigorous day of scholastic aptitude, a vigorous run, and getting to know her fellow TaG students; Hannah was ready to go on her date.

She giggled at the thought and was confident that Tyler was pursuing her romantically as she was assured by two other sources that told her it was a date. She chose another skirt ensemble as she agreed with Alissa and thought she should show off her legs.

She waited at the front entrance of the school and stood there nervously. This was her first official date; she didn't count brief flings at science camp and was prepared for several situations. Alissa had insisted that a gentleman paid for dates while Jayne rationally explained that current trends had a more equilibrium when it came to sharing costs. So Hannah opted to carry cash if Tyler would go Dutch but also would accept his offer to pay for dinner if he insisted. Alissa very thoroughly explained male's delicate sense of masculinity and adherence to gender roles when courting.

Hannah's heart skipped a beat and she felt a distinct fluttering in her stomach as she saw him comes towards her. He had chosen a solid black button down that accentuated his light eyes and khaki dress pants. She felt better about her wardrobe choice because it was on par with is own.

"Hi, Hannah. You look beautiful," Tyler greeted as he kissed her hand.

The same electric feeling pulsed through them and Hannah wondered what the social protocol was for sleeping with someone. She didn't think that she'd have these feelings if she wasn't supposed to act on them. Since coming to Spencer she had experienced an array of feelings and sensations she had never encountered before. She thought that it was time she experiment with her body and sexuality as she had wanted to for a while but never had the opportunity or freedom to do so.

"Thank you. The dark color of your shirt offsets your eyes in a pleasing aesthetic."

They made small conversation as they headed to the restaurant in his truck and she was pleasantly surprised at how effortlessly they got into the sushi restaurant despite the long line. It was clearly a mark of his influence and stature around town.

After they were seated and the waiter took their orders, Hannah took the opportunity to apologize to Tyler about her earlier behavior.

"Tyler, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened earlier today."

"It's fine," he started to say, trying to smooth the situation over.

"No, it's not. I overstepped my bounds even if it wasn't outright stated, I should know better. I really appreciate how gracefully you handled the situation. Not many guys would do the same...I think it's not a big secret that I have OCD but regardless of that, what I did wasn't OK."

Hannah knew she had to apologize and it was hard for her to talk about her psychological problems. She hated to admit to them because she knew it was possible it could scare him away but she also didn't want to lie to him. She wasn't ready to confess the extent of her issues and she knew she'd have to if she wanted the relationship to progress but it wasn't something she was anywhere close to being ready for.

From the way Hannah said things quietly and more subdued than he'd seen her so far, Tyler knew confessing her issues was a big deal and difficult for her. He was touched that she trusted him enough to confide in him and that she was grateful for his understanding.

He took her hand and weaved his fingers with her, smiling to let her know that he accepted her apology.

"Thank you for apologizing and I understand. We all have our own quirks."

She smiled at his euphemism for her disorder and all her nervousness went away. The more time she spent with him the more natural it felt to be with him. She started to realize that her attraction to him was starting to go beyond the physical as his sweet nature was winning her over.

"Besides, I think it's really cool that you weren't freaked out by my…ummm collection. Most girls would be."

"Oh no, not at all. Like I said, I think it's a perfectly natural curiosity and healthy expression of your sexual needs. I'm aware there's a societal taboo on masturbation but I find it illogical to deny our desires as long as we don't let it interfere with our life and practice safely. I think we should do what comes naturally to us," she said looking him dead in the eye, unsure where her bold streak was coming from.

Tyler took this as a positive cue to step up his seduction. He gently brought her hands to his lips and lightly kissed, never breaking eye contact with her.

"And what feels natural to you Miss Takalua?" he said in a deep voice that made her shiver.

Instead of telling she impulsively decided to show him by returning the favor he did the night before. She leaned over the small table and kissed him.

Tyler was surprised by her daring and reveled in her soft lips. He felt the same perfect feeling he felt the night before as he deepened the kiss. His magic hummed inside him, delighting in her touch and felt a sense of completeness. Being with her was right and natural.

Neither of them noticed the people around them nor cared that they were in a public place. They could only sense each other's presence and everything fell away. Onlookers smiled at the young couple, feeling the aura of affection they gave off as they felt their own sense of happiness spread.

As Tyler and Hannah were in their own content little world, strange things started to happen around them.

A sudden wind current entered the restaurant that seemed odd but most dismissed as an open door or window. But what started off as a small breeze turned into a gust as the teen couple's affection grew more intense. They had only turned back to reality when the flower vases holding peonies fell over due to the wind and the candles that gave a soft romantic glow blew out.

They didn't pay any mind to the anomaly but preferred to smile coyly at each other and find any excuse to caress each other through the rest of dinner.

After their meal they drove back to Spencer, giving each other flirtatious smiles. Now that Tyler had a taste of her, he yearned to kiss her again but refrained while he was driving. He indulged his need for contact by placing a hand on her thigh and lightly stroked; going further up her leg each time, gauging her reaction. She relished his touch and wished he could put his hands everywhere. She was no longer shy or insecure, she wanted to be as close to him as she could physically get. She wanted him and every instinct she had told her to take him.

Tyler was finding it more difficult to drive as he got achingly hard the warmth he felt coming from her core. Their air was thick with their arousal and he could smell how much she wanted him.

By the time he parked in the student parking lot, she couldn't stand not touching him any longer and with no hesitation crawled over to the driver's side seat and straddled him; kissing him with all the built up fervor she had. He lay the seat down so they could more comfortably hold each other and maneuver.

She was drowning in sensation as they kissed passionately; wanting to feel all of him as much as she wanted him to feel her. The car windows quickly fogged up from the heat of their encounter, providing them with a little bit of privacy. All rational thought and decorum flew away as she couldn't care about anything other than being with him.

Tyler moaned at the pleasure of her womanhood gliding over his hardness, desperately wishing the layers of clothing they were wearing would disappear. He tried to control himself, to let her set the pace but the way she moved above him made thinking nearly impossible. But he was adamant about not going further than she wanted to go; he feared he would push things to far, too fast, and scare her away.

With great difficultly, he broke the kiss to ask her if this was what she really wanted.

"Hannah, do you…" he stopped short of asking her as they breathed heavily with lust and excitement because her eyes were black with power. He knew his had to be the same way and he worried she would run off like she had before.

Hannah expected the hallucination to happen again and she chose to ignore the hellish eyes. She wasn't going to allow her disorder to ruin this for her but doubt reared its ugly head.

"It's not right to sleep with him if he doesn't know the truth," her conscience told her.

A selfish part of her raged against the thought, telling her that she could fulfill her desires without telling him. That her disorder was none of his business and that her schizophrenia didn't matter, it was just sex. She wanted him and he was willing to give himself to her, no questions asked. It'd be his own fault for giving himself up so easily.

Against her will she thought of her mother and how she'd be repeating a disastrous history that she had worked the past three years to avoid.

As much as it pained her, she stopped herself from going any further.

"I'm sorry Tyler…I know this is probably sending mixed and confusing signals but I need to stop," she gasped out.

They both still sported midnight eyes and Tyler wondered why she didn't say anything about them but he was a little busy trying to process what she just said; he was having difficult time thinking straight as most of his blood was no longer circulating through his brain.

Hannah took his hesitation and confused look to mean that he needed further explanation. She wracked her brain to think of an excuse for stopping that seemed plausible. She didn't want to tell him about her schizophrenia but she needed something that sounded legitimate or at the very least plausible.

"It's just that…I've never had sex before and having intercourse in the front seat of a Hummer might be above my skill level," she blurted out.

It wasn't a lie but feeling how hard he was beneath her and how perfectly he fit between her legs made her feel as though she was up for the challenge of car sex. Still, she knew she had to stop and as she paused to think and reason came back to her slowly.

She realized that she wasn't on any type of contraception and wouldn't be able to use condoms even if he had any. So while her body ached to be with him, her mind was just slightly more powerful enough to cease.

"So I'm sorry for misleading you."

"No don't be. I understand. Things can get heated and I get that for your first time you don't want it in a truck."

Hannah really appreciated his willingly to stop and not make a big deal of it.

There was an awkward moment when they were trying to calm down but Hannah staying on top of him was not helping matters.

"Ummm…so I'm going to go," she said as she realized the precarious situation she was in.

"Right, let me…" he tried to excuse himself but there was no graceful way to let a girl off of him while he was rock hard.

After a few embarrassing shuffles and awkward attempts at politeness they finally disentangled themselves from each other and she stood outside the car.

"Are you coming inside?" she asked innocently.

Tyler quickly looked down at the state he was in. He wanted a few more moments to collect himself and not be humiliated in front of the entire student population by walking through the halls with a massive erection.

"No I think I'll chill out here for a few. Calm down a bit," he replied trying to spare her any unnecessary vulgar comments.

Her brow furrowed in confusion and she didn't understand what he was talking about until he subtly looked down at his pants and it dawned on her.

"Oh! Right. Again, sorry," she apologized; mortified that it took her so long to catch on.

"Hannah, it's alright. There's nothing to apologize for. I'll call you tomorrow."

She smiled happily, glad he was still interested in socializing with her and she headed back to the dorms.

One student passed by her and did a double take as she could have sworn the new girl had completely blacked out eyes.

The random peer shook her head and rationalized that it had to have been a trick of the light or she had been studying too hard; she went to her dorm to get to bed early because she felt she obviously needed it.

Meanwhile back in the student parking lot, Tyler pondered what he should do. He thought about calling Reid and asking the blonde if he could help him with his problem but felt guilty at using his friend like that. Especially since he had yet to return the favor and he still wasn't ready. He couldn't go through the school in his condition and he still felt Hannah's essence all around him; he wasn't about to calm down anytime soon.

He looked around the parking lot and saw that it was basically dead as most students stayed in the dorms or were studying in the library in preparation of finals. The windows were still fogged up as well and gave a slightly white opaqueness to them. He couldn't deny himself relief any longer as he unzipped his pants and released his throbbing hardness, stroking himself firmly. His head was weeping so his hand glided smoothly along his shaft as he worked himself faster and faster.

He imagined Hannah's pretty full lips wrapped around his cock and her mismatched eyes looking at him from beneath; wicked and sensual. Soon the fantasy changed and picked up pace. She was now riding him in his front seat, how he imagined she would be if they hadn't stopped. He had an inkling that she had never been with a man and her confirmation of her innocence spurned him on. He imagined how incredibly tight she must be and he'd be the first to ever feel her.

The thought of being the first to touch her intimately pushed him over the edge and he spilled into his hand. He shivered with the ecstasy of release and dreamed of how much better it would be with her there.

It took him a few moments to ride out his orgasm and he finally was able to think clearly and of something other than Hannah.

He looked around the parking lot again, hoping to God that no one saw him. The student lot was as empty as before and he laughed to himself, slightly embarrassed that he had done such a thing in such a public place.

He cleaned himself off with the random fast food napkins he kept in his car and was able to walk normally into school.

He smiled at how well the date went and was pleased with the progress. Hannah wasn't ready to be intimate with him just yet, but with the chemistry between them he knew she'd be ready soon.

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