"Shit, Addie she's not in her room!" A panicked Amelia shouted down the hallway.

"Check the bathroom, genius." The half-asleep red head mumbled back. Amelia knocked on the closed door. After a few seconds, Alice whipped the door open and stuck her head out, face covered in soap.

"What?"

"We're leaving in half an hour, get going." Alice quickly rinsed off her face and brushed her teeth before heading off to her room to get changed. 20 minutes later, she was changed and ready. Her long sleeve shirt hid the scars that patterned her right arm. Addison, oblivious to what covered the girl's arms, raised an eyebrow at her shirt choice. "It's a bit hot for long sleeves here." She commented. Alice rolled up her sleeve and arched an eyebrow.

"It was either long sleeves, or this." She snapped back. Addison blinked in surprise.

"Breakfast might be a good idea." Amelia broke the tension in the room.

"Not hungry." She replied quickly.

"You haven't eaten since yesterday before you got here. You need to eat." Amelia insisted, throwing a granola bar at her. She caught it deftly, but tossed it right back.

"I said I'm not hungry. Just ask Lexie, I'm not big on food. Drinks and pills are more my style." She gave a bitchy smirk, knowing that what she just said would shut the recovered addict right up. She was right.

"Sounds super healthy. Let's go." Addison spoke up. Once in the car, she reminded Alice about the appointment with Sheldon.

"I'm not going. I already told you this." Alice tried to shut the idea down.

"One session. That's all I ask. And if you don't feel comfortable, you don't even have to stay for that. Just give it a chance. Fair deal?" Addison replied.

"Fine." Alice muttered. Amelia grinned at Addison with triumph. This was the most compliance she had shown so far.

An hour later, Alice stormed out of the session, which was just halfway over. To be fair, she had given it a shot, but she found the therapist to be intimidating, and therefore she was entirely uncomfortable around him. She wandered around the practice until she found the kitchen, which she immediately located. She gave a half smile to the pretty, short haired brunette that was already sitting at the tall table as she measured out the sugar into her cup. She finished making up her coffee and sat down at the island a couple seats away from the other woman. Alice grabbed a napkin from the holder near her and started tearing it to shreds, separating the strips of color into their own piles. The gang back in Seattle had begun to wonder if she was OCD, but she preferred to think of it as being precise.

Violet frowned slightly as she watched the teen sort the colors. She must be Alice, she thought to herself. From what Addison told her, she was a mess. Sheldon had given her a grim look as she stormed out of the session halfway, but if she didn't recognize her as the practice's other psychologist, maybe she would be more willing to talk without the pressure of a fixed session.

"It's Alice, right?" Violet asked.

Alice looked at her skeptically. "Umm, yeah.."

"Well I figured there aren't too many teenage girls wandering around here. Shouldn't you be with Amelia or something?"

Alice shook her head. "Consult. I was supposed to be in therapy, but I walked. Well, kinda ran."

After a while of somewhat awkward small chat, Violet finally excused herself from the kitchen area for her next appointment. Alice sighed in relief and wandered over to a family wait room with her coffee and sat down, reading magazines to pass the time. She had gotten through four magazines before Amelia walked in.

"Hey, I've got time to take a lunch break. C'mon, there's a great cafe around the corner." Amelia smiled earnestly. Alice sighed but shut the magazine and followed her out to the elevator and through the building doors.

"So do you have more of a set schedule and normal hours here than you would at a hospital?" Alice filled the silence.

"Yeah, mostly. I also go to St. Ambrose for consults and surgeries, but as a general rule I'm out of here by 7. Tonight both Addie and I will be home." Alice nodded.

"Must be nice, to have a bit of routine. Everyone in Seattle has a pretty hectic schedule." Alice replied.

"Yeah, I bet. Here's the cafe I was talking about." Amelia pulled open the door and stepped in. Alice looked around the shop. It was fairly small, but utterly charming. Decorated in deep blues, it was a nice change from the constant beach house theme of California. Alice ordered a bagel, and joined Amelia at a table that she had picked out.

"How was the session?" Amelia asked. Alice picked at her bagel.

"Unproductive." She muttered.

"What was that?" Amelia raised her eyebrow and studied the teen.

"I, uh, left. Don't like him. Not comfortable." She managed to spit out.

"Well, guess we're gonna have to find another solution then." The older woman suggested. Alice shrugged and took a bite of her bagel.

"How much did she tell you and Addison?"

"Nothing much. Just that you went through some rough times and turned to drugs, twice. She didn't offer up what those were, that's your story to tell when you want." Alice nodded in agreement. Amelia glanced away and noticed that the bagel had been cast away, not even halfway finished.

"You have to eat, Alice. There's kinda no way around it."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Not hungry." She replied. It was Amelia's turn to do the eye rolling now.

"You didn't eat when you got in yesterday, you probably didn't eat on the plane, and don't try and tell me that coffee is breakfast because it isn't. Eat, Alice." Amelia pushed the plate her way.

"I'm never hungry when I'm craving pills." Alice snapped. Amelia shrugged.

"Tough cookies, bud. Either you eat or you get a feeding tube. Your choice." Alice huffed but took another bite of her food, managing to refrain from saying anything nasty. They finished their lunch in silence, and soon Amelia stood to get back to work. Alice followed suit. Alice didn't say anything again until they were in the building elevator.

"Hey, Amelia?" She spoke quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Don't take it personally when I'm y'know, not in the best of moods. It's been a rough... well year. Just trying to get it together, ya know?" Amelia's expression went from guarded to sympathetic. She nodded.

"You and me both."

Thanks for the few reviews! Let me know what you guys think of this chapter and what you'd like to see done in the next one. And don't worry, there's more of Mark/Lexie in the next chapter