I know I said I was going to quit but three kind people convinced me other wise (Billie-Joe-is-hotter-than-you, and robinxstarfire93). I thank you guys it means a lot to me, so I can't fix the problem with my account, but this is the closets I have gotten. And thanks to Nightstar Grayson for the review.

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-"Everyone in New York has a therapist." Sex and the City, 1998-

Dick sat in Dr. Warner's office the same exact way he did twice a month. It was said that everyone in New York had a therapist. That wasn't really true, it was more like, everyone in Manhattan had a therapist. Dick started seeing Dr. Warner about two years ago when he became overwhelmed with irrational fears, the root to him of which was unknown.

Dr. Warner cleared his throat. "Well Dick, congratulations on winning the internship." it was twelfth hundredth congratulation since Saturday night when he won. To be quiet honest if one more person said congratulations he was going to punch them in the face. Of course he was glad he had won, he damn well deserved it, but he didn't want people to remind him every thirrty seconds. He wanted to get his new job started and leave the memory of internship in the past.

Dick simply nodded. "How did you feel when you won?" Dr. Warner asked. Dick shrugged.

"I felt a rush a many emotions. I was shocked, and happy, and guilty, but most of all I felt overpowering rage." he explained. It wasn't hard for him to tell Dr. Warner his emotions. He had been seeing the man for two years, and really who was he going to tell?

He looked up at Dick, and scribbled down a few notes. "Why were you angry." Dick sighed, he WAS hoping to avoid having to talk to him about that particular subject. He hesitated, a gesture that was not missed by Dr. Warner.

He sighed. "My girlfriend Kory- I've told you about Kory?" he nodded. "Well…at the revealing banquet she promised me she would be there absolutely promised me she'd come and support me." he sighed again. "Well, it was getting later and later and she still wasn't there. I called her a hundred times but still nothing. So by the time Bruce- Mr. Wayne announced me the winner she wasn't there." Dick rubbed his eyes with his pointer and thumb.

Dr. Warner waited for Dick to continue. Every few moments he'd jot down some of his motions. "Then a few minutes after my acceptance speech," Dick scoffed. Acceptance speeches were for Oscar winners. He felt like fucking Miss. Universe. "After my speech I found out she had been in a car accident and was at the hospital. I felt so guilty that I was angry at her. I rushed over to the hospital and she was fine for the most part, a sprained ankle, but that's no excuse for me being mad at her."

"You said that when you found out you won you also felt guilt. Why is that?" Dr. Warner asked.

Dick remained silent while Dr. Warner stroked his salt and pepper beard. Dick always thought he looked like the guy from ABBA. "You know you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to." he explained like he did in every session when he didn't answer a question.

He shook his head, he needed to get this off his chest. "Well, the last task we had to perform for the internship was easy enough: sell tickets to the banquet. It was like they were using psychological warfare, trying to psyche us out. I went around Wall street flirting with cougars to sell ticket, but I was worried I didn't get enough money so I asked my friend- my best friend to do the unthinkable."

Dr. Warner was scribbling noted down like crazy. "Yes." he said when he was all caught up.

"I asked her to ask her father to buy a ticket. It was strategical, if has an influence over people. If he bought a ticket and other people found out they'd want to go to the banquet to hence selling more tickets." he said quickly.

"That doesn't sound so bad." Dr. Warner replied. "It's not like you asked her to prostitute herself."

Dick shook his head again. " No, but-" he sighed. "You weren't there when we were teenagers. I was. I know better than anyone else that Raven and her father-well, they don't click. That's putting it mildly. She's hates him. Asking her to even be within a ten mile radius of him is like asking her to sell her soul."

Dick had been haunted by that deed, since it happened. He was riddled with guilt. It was like all he did was hurt the people he loved. He hurt Raven-again, And now he hurt Kory. What the hell was wrong with him? Maybe that's why he had a shrink, to tell him.

"How did Raven feel?"

Dick shrugged, a motion he did many times when he was in sessions. "She said she was OK with it. But I think she was lying. She does that when she doesn't want me to feel bad about something." Dick scoffed. "Not like it matters."

"Why not?" Dr. Warner asked.

Dick shrugged again and sighed. "I'm not heartless, I feel bad when I hurt the people around me, I feel bad when I have to scold the interns. Like Kory, I know she wants me to open up more, and tell her things I've done in the past, and I wish I were that secure about it, but truth be told things that I know I should tell her I'm so ashamed that I did I haven't even told you.

"Did?" Dr. Warner asked. Putting down his pen.

"What?"

"You said did, so you were referring to one specific action that you did." Dick nodded. That was something Dick could not stand about Dr. Warner he never missed anything. He was as observant as a tiger in the grass. It was hard to hold anything in, if he couldn't get away with it.

"OK," he said with a sigh, "so there is something that I did that I would prefer to not let anyone find out, especially Kory."

"Richard, by holding anything from Kory you are only holding yourself back. He can move on with your relationship, but the dread of harvesting this secret will always be in the back of your mind. You can tell her and only then will you be truly moving on."

Another thing Dick hated about Dr. Warner is he was mostly always right. "Er, I'll tell you when I'm ready, but for now let's not bring it up again. As if I don't have enough on my plate without worrying about that. "

"Sound like your overwhelmed." Dr. Warner said quizzically. Dick nodded that was the understatement of the century.

"I try not to let my professional life and personal life clash, and get to my head, but lately I've been having the this unusual feeling that something very bad is going to happen very soon. I-I don't know what it is or what's going to happen but- I know it's going to be bad very, very bad."

Dr. Warner stared at Dick. He hated that too. A shrink giving him subway glances, it made him feel like he belonged in a room with very comfortable walls.

Kory wasn't sure why she was going to a psychiatrist. She really just needed someone to talk to, ever since Dick won his internship everyone had been so damned busy. Even Garfield was up all hours of the night with their restaurant opening. Kory almost had a melt down because she couldn't attend the opening. She and her bed ridden body laid in a bed all day. Of course she made Garfield call her every ten minutes with updates. Had Dick not so generously offered to stay with her that night, she probably would've escaped down the fire escape.

Kory smiled when Dr. Patton quickly entered the room. She could tell he had way too much caffeine. "Good afternoon-" he glanced at a manila envelope "Ms. Anders."

Kory crossed her arms. She didn't know how this was suppose to go, she'd never been to a shrink before. Dr. Patton seemed to be observing her, watching her every move. It was kind of creepy. Kory wanted to ask what he was doing, but instead kept a polite smile on her face.

Dr. Patton raised one of his manicured eye brows. "Ms. Anders-"

"Please, call me Kory. " she said. "Ms, makes me feel like a cougar." Dr. Patton nodded and jotted that on the manila envelope.

"Kory, tell me a little about yourself." Here it came, her life story. But where was she suppose to begin? She didn't want to tell him too much, but she wanted to let her stored emotions out and doing it to a strangers was easier than telling your friends or family. She was beginning to think this was a bad idea.

Kory took a deep breath. "Well, I work for Bruce Wayne at Wayne Enterprises. Uh, I turned twenty-five a week ago-" she stopped and sighed deeply. "I'm sorry I don't know what I'm suppose to tell you."

Dr. Patton frowned. He leaned forward and adjusted his square rimmed glasses. "A story can start at the end, and eventually move to the beginning. Have you ever seen the music video for 'When you were Young' by the killers?" Kory nodded. "Well, most people don't realize this but the entire video is backwards. You can tell or not tell me anything you want. You can start in the middle if it's best. The point is every story has a plot, and I'd like to know yours."

Kory could tell Dr. Patton was the methodical type. She was going to be hearing a lot of comparison, and story telling. But it did make her feel better. "Well I guess I came hear because I worried. You see I've been dating my boyfriend Dick, for a few months and it's been great-better than great, perfect even. But…" she sighed "He just a got a new job and already I can see he's going to be working a lot more and going out of town a lot. I can't ask him not to take the job-I mean he's worked for it for three years, that would be selfish. And I know it's far too early to tell but he's going to spend more time away from me."

"What makes you say that?" Kory shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Already she'd said too much.

She clicked her teeth. "I was in a small accident the day before he started his new job, and instead of talking time off to take care of me, he went to work. I know it's not his fault-I mean I told him to go, but still he could've protested a little more. That sounds selfish doesn't it. I don't know I'm usually not self centered."

Dr. Patton took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth out of the breast pocket of his blue sports jackets. "It sounds to me like you have security issues." he said quizzically. Kory frowned, that made no sense. "You knew Dick worked a lot when you net him, correct?" Kory nodded. "Well, you are afraid that now that he has a new job he love for his work and his love for you will collide, hence rendering you of the lesser importance."

Kory understood. She did in some ways replace he need for work, when they first started going out but now he had a new job one in which he needed to dedicate every fiber of his being and all his energy to. Maybe she DID feel that she could never fully replace that need in him.

"Hm," she agreed. "that's-very thoughtful, but I work with him. It's kind of how met. I don't really think that's totally it, you see everything is moving so fast, I've met his father and that doesn't freak me out, it's great. But I know there are things he doesn't tell me and things he might have lied to me about." she said.

Dr. Patton listened intently. This is where is was getting interesting. "Why don't you confront him, if you're unsure."

Kory shrugged. "I know I should if it's bothering me this much. But sometimes I wonder if he thinks the same about me. Every raise of the eye brow, every sigh is like he's seeing right through me, like he knows I'm lying to him."

"Are you?"

Kory sighed. "It's not fair to him if I give him the third degree about his past because I have a past too. I know what it's like to not want people to find out. I know what it's like to have deep dark secrets. It would hurt him if I forced him to tell me everything and yet I manifest lies as well. He doesn't have to tell me everything if he doesn't want to, I just wish he would want to. Oh no, I'm a hypocrite. I an insecure, self centered, paranoid, hypocrite."

Dr. Patton must have been having a field day. Kory put on her polite smile and acted like her realization didn't just happen. Dr. Patton finished writing. "Kory, the first step to becoming less insecure to stop calling yourself insecure. If you think you're insecure than that will always be how you see yourself, and other people will see you as that too. You can make them think you are anything you want them to think."

She wanted a shrink, not a life coach. But she did feel better, maybe this psychiatry thing wasn't such a waste of time and money anyways. "I see your point." Kory said. "I do fell bad about not telling him everything though. I don't know-maybe withholding the truth is just a free form of lying, then again I have been lying to him."

"Kory go back to the first time you lied to your boyfriend. What did you tell him?"

"It was the first night we met." she said quietly. They needed to stop lying to each other, otherwise how would they ever know when they were telling the truth?

"No." Raven said before Dr. Allie could even ask. Raven knew what she was going to ask, she asked her every time she had a session. Every three times a week for the last five years. It was becoming quite routine.

Dr. Allie ran her fingers through her blonde hair. "No, what?" she asked. Raven rolled her eyes she knew perfectly well what she was talking about.

"I know you're what you're going to ask me, and the answer is no. " she said. Dr. Allie sighed. Raven hated being analyzed, she felt like a gerbil. Someone's science experiment. "You know perfectly well I don't like to play games, so why don't you jus ask me already?"

"OK," Dr. Allie said adjusting her glasses. She didn't waste time taking notes on Raven, after five years she had a good idea of what Raven was or had, but hey she was getting paid 250 an hour. "Has the insomnia gotten any better?"

Raven shook her head. "Nope."

"And are you still taking the sleeping pills?"

"Religiously."

Dr. Allie sighed indifferently, Raven tried to act like a lost cause when the truth was she was just a girl with some problems. Truthfully Dr. Allie thought Raven just needed someone to really talk to, even if she had to pay to do it.

"Dr. Allie, I have been seeing you for the past five years and I still need medication to get to sleep. Don't get me wrong I'm not an addict or anything, but I don 't want to have sleeping disorders anymore. I can't just stop taking the pills otherwise I sleep for like an hour every night, but-" she sighed "I just want to be normal."

"Hm." Dr. Allie thought. "Are you still having any other sleeping problems?"

Raven was silent, still debating whether or not to tell her. She didn't think it was important, maybe it was. She wasn't the psychiatrist. So she talked in her sleep, it was better than having those horrible nightmares. So she simply said "I don't want to talk about it."

Dr. Allie went on one of her usual lectures about how they'd never make any progress if she never wanted to tell her anything important. Raven of course thought it was all bullshit. "So what is it you want to talk about? Why are you here?"

That was a question Raven had been trying to answer herself, for years now. She just needed to talk. Talk to someone who wouldn't gossip her business to other, since she couldn't entrust that job to Dick anymore. "Er." Raven said rubbing her arms. So always became cold when she felt very uncomfortable. "I did a favor for a friend last week and I kind of, sort of regret it. It's not that I condemn helping out one of my best friends, it's just…" she sighed. "I helped him to help myself, but I had to sell my soul to do it."

Dr. Allie picked up a fountain pen for the first time in months. "And?" she asked.

Raven was so ashamed to say it. The words came up almost like vile. "I have to- visit my father. I've become what I never thought I'D become what I'd never become."

"What's that?" Dr. Allie asked stopping the midst of her note taking.

Raven took a deep breath. "A sell out. I've sold my morals and for what? A step up on the corporate ladder? I thought it would be easier than this. Everyone makes scarifies to get where they want. Everyone pays their dues. I just didn't think paying mine would make me lose sleep." she said. Stopping herself at abrupt halt. She'd said too much already.

Dr. Allie tried to stare Raven down, but it was futile. Raven didn't look people in the eye when she being brutally honest, she didn't have that much respect for herself. Every time she found herself being brutally honest, which was rare, she found herself revealing something about her past she wasn't proud of. "Why don't you want to see your father."

Raven flinched and fought the urge to snap at her for the inappropriate usage of the word 'father'. She remained silent for a minute. "I don't want to talk about it."

She scribbled a few noted down. "You've never told me anything about your childhood." Dr. Allie explained pushing her glasses off of the bridge of her nose. "Tell me something about your that." Raven didn't say a word. "C'mon, there must be someone in your family you loved."

Raven ran her fingers through her hair. "I love my mother, we're just not close."

"Who were you close to?" she asked. If Raven had not decided to give up crying a long time ago, this would have been the part when she started tearing up. There was someone she was very close to, whom she hadn't seen since she was a little girl, when him and her father had a huge falling out years ago.

Of course Dr. Allie didn't miss this moment of vulnerability. She was closing up and becoming as emotion as she could get. "Yes." Dr. Allie pressed.

Raven inhaled sharply. "I don't want to talk about it." she said quietly. Raven ignored Dr. Allie for the next few moment and took some time to regain her composure. She was already mad at herself for allowing someone to knock down that protective wall. Not just someone, someone who was practically a stranger.

Dr. Allie clued in on Raven's refusal to further conversate at took her own moment to review her notes. Raven was as mysterious to her as sasquatch, every time she thought she was close to a break through in solving Raven psyche, she changed lanes. She was by far Dr. Allie's most difficult patient, not that she didn't enjoy the challenge. But if she finally could decode Raven she would win awards. So taking advantage of other fragile mental state for her own self gain and recognition wasn't the most honorable intention. Dr. Allie knew Raven could see past her. Maybe that's why she was so guarded. For now Raven was like a complete basket case.

Unsolvable.

"So what's the theory for tonight?" Raven asked completely back to her old self. Dr. Allie sighed and reread her conclusion.

Her pressed her lips into a tight line. "Repressed memories caused by childhood trauma, and low self esteem. Do you have you want to add anything or are we done for today?" Was that all? Raven was afraid of what Dr. Alliee really thought she had and maybe she really had it: bipolar disorder. Raven couldn't imagine anything worse than than that.

Of course Raven had something she wanted to add. She wanted to one: tell her where she could stick her conclusion or two: tell her the truth. But then again she didn't want to talk about that either.

Garfield decided to see a shrink for one reason, today when he asked virtually everyone he knew to hang out last week they all said the same thing "I have an appointment with my psychiatrist". Since when did Kory even have a shrink? Well, if they were all ditching him for mental evaluation, he wanted the opportunity to do it to them two times a month. It was stupid really, ever since he started making a lot of money he was just searching for ways to waste it. Apart from a pricey apartment in Midtown that Dick convinced him to but, in partially revenge for Kory for moving to Manhattan.

"Good afternoon Garfield," came the strong Spanish accent of Dr. Suarez. It was have been sexy on a woman, but with Dr. Suarez it made Gar feel like he was talking to Antonio Banderas. "So tell me why you are here?"

"Well, I want to get one thing straight. I'm not here for any of the reason my friends are. I'm not crazy like my girlfriend, I'm not stressed out like Dick, and I don't think it's trendy like Kory. I just-want to see what all the hubbub is about."

Dr. Suarez nodded. Gar had heard that he was an unconventional therapist. He didn't spend his time reading books on the structure of the brain, or jotting down hypothetical notes. He spent his listening, like a professional friend. "So, you want to see what my job is and I want to learn a little about me. Why don't we play twenty questions, we both get answers."

Garfield nodded, he knew he was going to like this guy. "I'll go first. Why did you become a psychiatrist?"

Dr. Suarez gave a small laugh. "Well, actually it's kind of a funny story. When I was in high school I didn't know want I wanted to study for at university. My father was a gynecologist, and he wanted me to be a doctor so I became one. Just in a way he didn't expect. So I want to know about your girlfriend. Was there initial attraction when you first met."

Garfield hated thinking about the very first night he met Raven, it made him feels like an ass hole. "Well, no actually I hated her. You see her father screwed over my parents years ago, and I haven't quiet gotten over it yet. Actually I don't think I ever will." Garfield blushed he hadn't meant to become such a chatter box so quickly. "Uh, how did you meet your significant other?"

Dr. Suarez shrugged. "I'm not married or dating, and if you want to know my sexual orientation you'll have to wait until your next turn. So, how long have you been friends with your best friend?"

Gar ran his hand over the back of his head and squeezed his eyes shut. "Uh, Kory I don't know sophomore year of high school. I was new she was shy. So we were outcaste together." Garfield sighed "I don't know about Kory theses days, she so out of it. It's like she's trying to be this big business savvy and that's so unlike her she used to be like this cool chick that was so into the simple things, and now she's too rich to live in Brooklyn."

There we was off again. Dr. Suarez was more mentally persuasive than Chris Hanson. Like he was using his Jedi mind power. "Er," he stuttered "Are you gay?"

Dr. Suarez laughed. He had the king of powerful laugh that shook the room. "No, I'm too busy to date right now. I actually just got out of a long term relationship so I'm not ready to date right now."

Garfield scoffed. "You sound like my friend Dick. Whenever he doesn't want to deal with shit in his life he tries to distract himself by burying himself in paper work. To be honest with you dude that's bull shit. Acting like pain doesn't exist isn't healthy, but replacing it with piles of work is- sub human."

He pursed his lips, as if he found everything Garfield said amusing, as true as it was. "Actually Dick I think is ruining Kory. I never thought workaholism was contagious until I met Dick. It's like the closer Kory and Dick get, the less of herself she used to be."

"Do you feel like you need to compete for Kory's friendship?" Dr. Suarez asked. Garfield noticed his leg was shaking. In his opinion there was nothing more annoying than senseless leg chattering.

He found himself slight distracted from the initial question. "I guess so. It's weird, you know. Their in love and together, I get it. But Rae and I together and we're not suffocating each other. We would try to make time to be friends but, Kory and Dick are to crowded in their suffocating bubble of romance." he rolled his eyes.

Garfield glanced at the watch Kory gave him for his birthday. He knew this was stupid and old fashioned but he hated the fact that he was six months younger than Raven, but she was very dominating so why not. He was beginning to think this therapy experiment was a bad idea. "Er, I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking." Garfield said standing up. "Sorry you didn't get to evaluate me and all." he said grabbing the golden door handle.

"What makes you think I didn't evaluate?" Dr. Suarez asked, while he gave the knob a twist. Garfield dropped the knob and tuned around, to a very smug looking shrink. He moved from behind his yellow wood desk, to his tacky green pleather couch that looked like it was straight of the set of the Brady bunch. "From what I can tell you have strong displacement issues."

Garfield turned all the way around. "Displacement…I don't have displacement issues."

"Sure you do. When you first met you're girlfriend you hated her based on an experience you suffered at the hands of a relative, and you feel resentment for your friend Dick because you blame him for the change in your friend Kory, probably because you can't bare the thought of drifting away from a friend you have known for so long."

Garfield sat back down in his chair, with a look a hybrid between confusion and amazement. "You can tell all of that just by talking to someone for fifteen minutes? Dude that's really fucked up."

Dr. Suarez shrugged. Maybe Garfield really did a to see a shrink, this guy knew things about him that he didn't even know about himself. How was he suppose to make other people know things about him, when he didn't even know himself. Maybe that's why everyone in New York has a psychiatrist.

I wrote I think four or five different versions of this chapter. I knew what I wanted but I didn't know how to say it, so I hope I explained everything important. Dick won the internship, Raven did him a favor to do so. Kory was in a minor car accident, and Garfield is an idiot. Sorry it took so long. I wanted to post this with another chapter but I don't want to delay this anymore. The Next chapter will be up no later Monday... I promise it's almost done I just need a few more things.

So if an update isn't up by Monday send me rude messages with every swear you know in every langage you know.