I do not own Marvel, Spider-Man, or any other characters associated with the franchise – just my plot, other OC's, and my main girl Hayley.

Harry was laid on his bed with an arm and a leg draped over the edge, relaxing expectantly in the few minutes before Hayley was due to arrive.

He'd had a wonderful nights sleep, the best he'd had in ages, even with the aid of sleeping pills! Gone were the nightmares that usually plagued him. Not once had he dreamt of green flashes followed by excruciating pain, of metallic gears ticking and rotating with a piercing scream echoing through the haziness of sleep. Instead, the horrors were replaced with something far more desirable.

Hayley.

What attracted him the most to his little ginger doll was her innocence. Everything about her was purely angelic and unspoilt; her emerald doe eyes never failed to capture his attention, enticing the predator within. Her hair was another aspect that had him licking his lips in lust. Soft auburn gold strands that set his world alight. She held an authoritative internal fire when in psychiatrist mode and it was something Harry liked to not only see, but to control.

The passion in her conviction was highly attractive in a woman so meek – Harry wanted to grip that ponytail and tug at it as he took her.

His eyes rolled back, lids closing, as he stifled a wanting groan whilst running his hands through his floppy hair. The image of her slender porcelain body writhing under his was a dream that Harry never wanted to wake from. He let out a shaky breath feeling his body heat up and tingle just thinking about the little mewls and moans his dream girl had uttered into his ears. The fabric of his jumpsuit tightened precariously around his hips. If the young nurse weren't about to enter any minute now, then Harry would easily indulge himself, shamelessly giving over to the wondrous electricity that pulsed in his nether region.

It was going to be pretty obvious that he was aroused. Maybe he should just sooth his needs?

Harry lowered a hand, rubbing himself to try and bring momentary relief to the prominent ache. How he longed to have Hayley's delicate hands clasp his shaft, to have her be the only woman responsible for his sexual pleasure. And his need for her was only growing.

The room was becoming stifling with the tension from Harry's unreleased angst, and he was so focused on his dirty thoughts, that he nearly didn't hear the door opening. With lightening speed Harry sat up and crossed his legs to conceal his bugle, just as Hayley peaked her head into the room.

"Morning!" she chirped, an award winning smile radiating happiness on her bright face.

Harry noticed that the bags under her eyes had lessened – she also had a good night sleep it seemed.

He followed her movements closely as Hayley pulled her chair towards his bed. The slight curve of her behind nearly made him sigh hotly out loud. Harry squirmed uneasily where he sat, having to fight the carnal response of his body at seeing Hayley in an uncharacteristic skirt. Normally she drowned her figure in those large suit trousers but today was an exception it seemed. Today she had made an effort. And Harry smirked, confident this change was entirely his influence.

"You look chipper this morning," he observed behind desire-laden eyes, "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you brighten up my room like this?"

Sitting down, Hayley tucked a stray reddish wisp behind her ear, her hair in a polished ballerina bun instead of its usual up do. "Oh? I just realised that there are good people in this world after all…" she mused whimsically.

The smirk on Harry's face turned into a charming toothy grin, "Care to elaborate?" When Hayley shook her head, his smile wavered and the once longing filled eyes become narrowed and annoyed, "And why not?"

"We only have thirty minutes in our session today. Manners demanded a last minute visit, so that is eating into my time with you," Hayley said flicking open her notebook, not noticing the sudden change in her patient's demeanour.

Harry folded his arms, somewhat irritated at Manners for taking precious time away from being with his only joy in this god-forsaken place. Though, he knew that if his lawyer was that eager to speak to him then it must be an emergency. It better be something good or Harry would be pissed.

"Manners has briefed me on some of the topics that might come up in court, so, I think we should address these during our session," Hayley explained. "Today I wanted to talk more about your past history with drug and alcohol abuse."

"Why?" Harry asked bluntly, lying back down on his bed now that his desire for her had vanished.

Hayley swallowed thickly as she recognised the signs of Harry shutting himself off from the current situation – questioning him would be like getting blood out of a stone. Impossible.

"Manners…"

"MANNERS!" Harry shouted, jealousy rearing its ugly head, "Is he all you have to talk about?" He stood quickly shaking with fresh anger, "I thought you were here for me? NOT to talk about my lawyer! Is that why you're dressed like a common whore with your short skirt and hair in that stupid prissy bun? Trying to flirt with my lawyer aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

"Harry will you please sit down," Hayley spoke quietly, trying to stay disconnected and control her emotional reactions to his unkind goading.

"WHY? Why should I SIT DOWN, when you are clearly not here for me?"

Taking two pill packets and a small plastic cup out of her lab coat, Hayley calmly presented the objects to Harry's agitated form, "Because it's time to take your medication Harry."

He grumbled at the provided evidence that Hayley was indeed here to treat him.

Like a sulking child, Harry sat heavily back on his bed, looking anywhere but at her. It annoyed him how she was always right, that he had acted like a spoilt rich brat when she made him feel like so much more. Harry decided to blame his brash rudeness on the Goblin, who had been internally cursing Manners continuously throughout his little outburst.

He only dared a glance at Hayley when she retreated to the sink to fill the plastic cup with water. Harry instantly began to regret his words when the girl tugged her skirt lower down her legs. If he was being completely honest with himself, Hayley looked the best he'd ever seen her; the skirt wasn't that short, it fell around her knees, hugging her slender legs due to its body contouring design. It was a garment Harry never expected her to wear. He imagined once, that if she did possess a skirt, then it would be a baggy pinstripe suit skirt with a small slit up the back. However, Harry much preferred this fashion choice to his own musings, even though she had now pulled the hem down to her calves.

Giving the cup and two tablets to her patient, Hayley tried to keep her voice light and her smile from cracking, "So, if you don't want to discuss that, what would you like to talk about?"

Eyeing her suspiciously, Harry gulped down the little pills, shoving the drained cup into her outstretched hand. He waited for her to take a seat before responding, "This medication you give me, why is it that only you give them to me?"

"I'm sorry I don't follow you," Hayley said uneasily, shifting uncomfortably under his judgemental gaze.

This was not a subject that she had ever hoped to discuss with Harry, knowing that giving him unauthorised medication on the sly was a criminal offence. She nervously rearranged the loose hair around her face.

Harry could tell he'd struck a nerve and uncovered something extremely interesting about his little therapist. What, he could not say, but he was determined to find out.

"You were gone three days for that bastard's retrial - "

"Kinsey?" Hayley interrupted.

Nodding in confirmation, Harry continued, " - and no one gave me my daily medication, bar Peroxide girl in the evening." His eyes searched her face for any noticeable signs of falsehood – her jaw was set and her chest had traces of red blush.

"There…er…they must have forgot. Ravencroft was so chaotic that week with Kinsey and the courts, it must have slipped my cover's mind…" Hayley tried to lie smoothly.

"I guess it must have," Harry said steadily, his suspicious observations causing him to barely blink.

The small controlled sigh of relief that slowly left Hayley's pursed lips did not go unnoticed by Harry.

"And may I ask what are these drugs that I am being forced to take?"

Knowing how he hated to be lied to and kept in the dark, Hayley decided it would do more good than harm to divulge him. "At night you take Amitriptyline, an antidepressant that also combats insomnia, to help you sleep. In our sessions I give you Co-codamol and Quetiapine. The former is an analgesic to provide you with bodily pain relief."

"And Quetiapine?"

Hayley tried to keep her face neutral and not display any trace of the lie she was about to tell. "It's a…a…mood stabiliser," she said evenly.

Strictly, there was some truth in her words. Quetiapine did ease and stabilise the symptoms of mood disorders with its prolonged-release chemical construction. She had just neglected to inform him that the drug was an anti-psychotic. And that he was taking it to supress the schizophrenic appearances of the Goblin. Hayley was certain that he would not be happy to learn about her diagnosis.

A light rapping on the door, different from Colin's usual fist banging, caused the pair to ignore their minor quarrel momentarily, and turn to greet their new guest.

Dave Manners strolled inside wearing a dark grey suit, garnet tie and a crisp white shirt. He held a bulging manila folder stuffed with important legal documents and a monogramed black Mulberry briefcase in his other hand. With the toe of his over polished shoe, Manners kept the door open for Hayley to exit after pleasantries had been exchanged.

"Morning Mr Osborn, Miss Carmichael. You are looking very beautiful today Miss Carmichael, your hair is quite wonderful in that style," said Manners warmly, nodding to the both of them. He noticed Harry glaring at him intensely.

Trying to conceal a small smile at the compliment, conscious of Harry's raging jealousy a few moments ago, Hayley stood from her chair. "Thank you Mr Manners, you are too kind," she spoke softly, "I'll see you tomorrow normal time Harry."

Just as Hayley made a move towards the door, Harry shot out his hand, grabbing her wrist roughly. The sudden movement cause her to yelp but she held her ground and did not sway from where she stood.

Harry's grip tightened to make sure that his therapist was paying close attention, "I like your hair in a ponytail." His voice was quiet so only she could hear, but it did not disguise his irritation at her change in style. "Never, wear it like this again," he warned darkly.

A timid nod of the head told Harry that she had understood his request and he released her wrist, offering her a charming grin as a reward.

Manners gave Hayley a reassuring smile as she rushed out of the room, noting that her beautiful eyes seemed glassy with tears. Shutting the door behind her, the lawyer sighed and shook his head in disbelief at his client's behaviour. He walked over to Harry and leisurely rested on the chair that Hayley had previously occupied.

"This better be good Manners" Harry sneered hotly, "I thought you'd know better than to disturb my very limited time with Hayley."

"This, with the girl, it needs to stop," Manners said sharply, not one to beat around the bush.

Harry leaned forward and placed his hands on his knees, green anger coursing threw his veins; "Excuse me?"

Feeling the air shift dangerously between them, Manners straightened in his seat, cutting a tall impressive figure compared to Harry. One thing that the Manners' boys all had in common was their imposing height of six foot. His father stressed that presentation in a Law career was key and that his sons should use their god given height to intimidate witnesses during interrogation.

"I managed to put a tap Doctor Scott's phone," the lawyer spoke gravely, "As he is on the side of the prosecution to keep you in Ravencroft. In doing so, I have uncovered some alarming news that could sway the court out of our favour."

"And my relations with Hayley is involved in this how?"

"Erotic transference. It is a psychotherapy term for when a patient falls in love with their psychiatrist or the other way round. Scott is convinced that Hayley is sleeping with you to further her medical career," Manners explained. He sat back in his chair, mirroring Harry's own relaxed pose now that he was listening to the lawyer intently. "The prosecution will use this claim as one of their main attacks against you. They will say that your rehabilitation is a farce and obsolete due to Hayley's medical negligence at engaging in a relationship with you. This could destroy all our plans! This thing with Hayley, it has to end now!"

"You can't tell me what to do! I, pay, you! You are not my father," Harry shouted before jumping up to try and gain a prominent height advantage.

"God damn it Harry, stop acting so childish!" retorted Manners, standing also. "As one professional to another, I am trying to protect you from permanent incarceration! You saw how they treated Max Dillon when he was here, how long before they do that to you? How long before Scott tires of waiting to torture you? Hayley can only hold them off for so long! If the prosecution wins, then you will be locked up in here forever and Hayley will loose her job! She will be sent to federal prison for becoming involved with you. Do you want that? Do you? Right now, I, am your best bet of getting out of here."

Harry clapped slowly, not in a mocking manner, but more in friendly banter. "And that, Manners, is why you are my lawyer," he said whilst sitting back down.

Following suit, Manners took his own seat and loosened his tie, "And I'm a damn good one at that."

There was a pause.

"Fine. What do I have to do?" Harry asked sighing reluctantly, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"You'll have to flirt with the other nurses," Manners revealed cautiously. Seeing Harry's eyes flash and widen at the request, he quickly continued, "Give them the old Osborn charm. Then we can prove that you're just the ladies man everyone knows you to be. And, it will get Scott off Hayley's back! Flirt with the girls and have some fun."

"Even Peroxide Cheryl?"

"Hey, come on, she isn't that bad. Pretty laugh, great rack…" Manners mused.

"Why don't you fuck her then if she's so great?"

"I think I will when this is all over."

"She laughs like a horse Manners."

"She'll be squealing like a pig when I've had my way with her."

The two men chuckled and smirked at each other, both imagining their selected conquests in the bedroom.

"Did you at least sort out Hayley's impending financial issues?" asked Harry. He may have to cool off his need for Hayley, but he was still anxious about the arrangement Manners had made regarding her rent.

"I did indeed. I also took the liberty of reading her medical files."

"Oh?"

"I shall bring them next week and we will discuss it further then."

"Why not now"

"Look, Harry, if we don't get you released then you'll never get Hayley. More concentration on your trial would be greatly appreciated," Manners chastised gently. "Anyway, I've been in contact with a man called Gustav Fiers, and he has expressed an interest in meeting you…"

Another week had passed at Ravencroft and Hayley was growing used to seeing the enigmatic lawyer roaming the hallways.

Manners had a meeting with Harry every other day to discuss the upcoming trial, and Doctor Scott had even been kind enough to arrange the lawyer's consultations before her own sessions with Harry. Hayley was certain there was a hidden motive behind the doctor's sudden leniency. As it was, she had her own scheduled gatherings with the doctor, weekly, so he could grill her on Harry's psychological progress. Even though Scott had taken an interest in her field of work and requested her therapy reports, it didn't stop him for intimidating and belittling her. He had become less polished and collected with each passing day due to the stress of having the institution under scrutiny, as Harry's national trial quickly approached. The doctor often stalked the various wings and corridors to take his anger out on unsuspecting staff.

Harry himself had become more relaxed and less sprung in comparison to the rest of Ravencroft. He seemed to relish the attention and drama his crimes had caused, Hayley often noted.

Together, they were steadily working through the list of subjects, provided by Manners, which may be brought up during the trial. Some topics they discussed in great lengths whilst others not so much. Sometimes his mood changed depending on what Manners would inform him about the trial but otherwise all was fine. Hayley had seen a vast improvement in Harry's ability to talk about memories that caused him discomfort. He was emerging out of his rich boy persona, becoming more vulnerable and, in his eyes, weak.

However, Hayley only saw this change in him during their therapy. She had heard rumours from the other nurses of Harry openly flirting with the younger women staff. Maybe the flirting was down to being around Manners again, who was a big flirt. Manners probably made him feel more normal, less like the monster New York knew him to be – the lawyer reminded him of his former life of rich kid normalcy.

It appeared to everyone that he was becoming the old Harry Osborn whose wild antics were published in the papers, but Hayley knew different, She saw him in a different light. He only exposed parts of his soul to her, and it made Hayley feel oddly honoured that he had chosen her as a confidant. She ignored the staff gossip but could not deny feeling a twinge of something in her gut every time a new rumour was whispered. In some ways, Harry had become more professional, and they hadn't had any physical contact since their last heated kiss. The only nice thing he had said to her this week was commenting on her hair being back in a pony. And even then, his conviction was weak.

She tried to reason with herself that it was probably for the best that their relationship dynamic had become less platonic and more of a therapist and patient. Especially with Doctor Scott's erotic transference threat constantly weighing on her mind. Hayley couldn't loose her job. Sure she was in a better position financially due to her rent debts being paid, but this sudden stability would not last. She would have to thank Peter for his generosity – it was above and beyond the call of friendship.

Hayley hurried towards the West wing entrance, ten minutes late for her session, because of delays on the subway. She clocked the tall silhouette of Manners standing idly a few feet from Room 136. From far away, the lawyer seemed alone, as his stature concealed any person standing directly in front of him. About to call out to him, Hayley stopped herself and rolled her eyes at hearing a piercing horsey laugh echoing in the hallway.

Ergh, Cheryl is here, Hayley thought disdainfully.

As she closed the gap between herself, Manners and Cheryl, she caught a snippet of what they were saying.

"… my nails look lush right Dave? Did I tell you your client practically broke my hand?! But apparently I'm not worthy enough or something…" Cheryl whined clutching at Manner's arm, showing off her newly polished nails to the lawyer who barely gave them a second glance.

"My dear, you are most beautiful, and I think my client only meant that the only worthy candidates of enduring his wrath would be those he deemed ugly and unsightly," Manners reassured the girl, gliding his unoccupied hand down her makeup caked face. "Why would anyone want to harm a beauty such as yourself? No, only those who are worthy of harm shall receive it."

It felt like a slap in the face. Hayley felt stupid to think that she even believed for a minute the Goblin's lies, and that being worthy to him meant that she was special. Her face flooded red and her eyes grew damp as Cheryl noticed her watchful presence.

"Hi Haley… how's the hand?" the peroxide girl asked nastily, her unkind eyes darting to Hayley's still wrapped fingers.

Not bothering to respond, the redhead stomped past the attractive pair, completely blanking Manners, and walked into the cell without saying a single word.

With the door now closed firmly behind her, Hayley closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to keep her breathing steady. She would hold her resolve; she would not let these rumours and nastiness get to her. Truthfully, Hayley was stumped as to why it was affecting her this much. Probably the stress of Harry's trial, she reasoned with herself, everyone had been acting strange lately.

As usual, Harry was perched on his bed, sitting cross-legged, leafing through a manila file thoughtfully. He looked up at Hayley who was still calming herself by the door. Slowly, he closed the file and slipped it under his pillow, eyeing his therapist carefully. Her sudden presence was unexpected due to her lateness, as he had assumed that she wasn't coming. Harry was always careful not to show that Manners was leaving him files and papers because it was probably not Ravencroft policy.

Of course, Hayley had noticed the odd object, the cream colour standing out in the gloomy cell.

"I…I won't tell anyone," she said cautiously and sat on her chair like normal.

"See that you don't," Harry said in a clipped tone.

His posture would suggest that his current mood was open and childlike, however his face displayed a very different emotion. He looked pissed off, annoyed and irritated. Hayley had to wonder what Manners had been discussing with him earlier, or whether this frostiness was her doing at having discovered the secret folder. Or maybe Harry just hated that she was late.

They went through the usual routine of Harry taking his medication, though Hayley did notice how he tried not to touch her hand throughout the entire exchange. He wasn't even making eye contact, so much so, that Harry dropped the smaller pill because he wasn't paying proper attention.

Quickly administering him a new pill, Hayley tried to catch his eye, offering him small smile and a tiny laugh when the first pill had rolled under his bed, out of sight. Harry was being uncharacteristically unresponsive. And it had her worried.

Hayley adjusted herself in her chair, smoothing out the creases in her trousers and opened her notebook to officially begin the session.

"Now, no doubt your relationship with Gwen Stacy will come up in court, so today we should talk about her and some of the other witnesses that may be called to the stand," Hayley explained.

On the lined paper in her lap was a list of four names, two of which she knew were going to cause a reaction. Hopefully Harry wouldn't go too crazy. Hopefully she would not entice the Goblin back from submission.

"So, in your own words, please could you explain your relationship with Gwen Stacy."

"I met her one day in OsCorp's elevator."

"And…what did you talk about?"

"I introduced myself, naturally. She was a researcher in one of the labs."

His answers were short and gave very little away, especially since Harry kept his voice monotone and steady. Talking about Gwen actually made him very uncomfortable, not that Hayley could tell. Harry knew that he hadn't actually killed the girl but he did feel slightly responsible. Only a tiny bit.

"How did you know her?"

"She was one of my employees," Harry stated.

"Yes I know, but I'm sure you don't know the names of every employee in OsCorp."

Hayley already knew how Harry had been introduced to Gwen, and was really trying to coax him into discussing Peter; a subject she knew held some tension.

"She was the girlfriend of a former friend."

"Former?"

"Yes! Former!" Harry said through gritted teeth, his fists clenching, "Keep up Hayley!"

Not wanting to press him by mentioning Peter's name just yet, Hayley moved onto the second name on her list, "Felicia Hardy. She's another one of your staff, correct?"

"My personal assistant actually."

"Very young to be in such a position of power, wouldn't you agree?"

"That may be, but she is a fantastic assistant, very dedicated to myself and OsCorp…"

"So would you say you trust her?"

"I do completely," smirked Harry "Easy on the eyes too. Met her yet Hayley? I think you'd like her a lot. Very polished and smartly dressed…stunning for a brunette, not boring at all. On your way out, tell Manners that I'd like to set up a meeting with Felicia."

Hayley bristled in her seat but made a note of the request, "If you're allowed more visitors. Anyway, our session isn't over just yet, we have ten minutes left."

"Yes, well, do make sure you tell Manners."

She sighed but tried to keep her annoyance under control. In her mind, Hayley questioned why he would even want to see her? What was the purpose? What did Felicia mean to Harry Osborn? Hayley scribbled down a few more detailed notes before moving onto the third name that was sure to get his blood boiling.

"Now, lets talk about Spider-Man…"

"No. We are not talking about him!"

"Harry," she sighed in frustration, "He will come up in court. You will be asked about him, about the fight, and if you know him…"

"Know him? KNOW HIM? Why would I know HIM?" Harry shouted, uncrossing his legs and stamping his feet on the ground, "If, you are STUPID enough to actually believe that I KNOW Spider-Man, then you are more idiotic than I thought you were."

"But…"

"You're right though, I do know him," Harry admitted, noticing how the girls eyes widened a little at the admission, "I know what he truly is, what type of man lies behind the mask – a FRAUD!"

Growing slightly concerned at his predictable rage, Hayley decided to change tact and mention the final name, to see what he'd reveal now that he was riled up. "And how do you feel about Peter Parker?"

"Parker? PARKER! You DARE mention his name in front of me?"

"I'm just trying to understand your mind Harry," she tried gently, "I'm having difficulty understanding how he is, in your words, a "former" friend. I mean, he's a nice guy, and…"

"NICE? HA! You really are deluded if you think that! He will betray you like he did me, mark my words Hayley, it's only a matter of time. He is NOT your friend, you only think he is. I forbid you to see him, do you understand me? He CANNOT be trusted. He is a fraud! Parker, he only thinks of himself…"

Hayley had had enough.

Standing up, seething, she countered, "How dare you! Peter has been a wonderful friend ever since you took Gwen from me! Peter is kind and giving, I mean he paid my rent! Now, if that's not a good friend…."

Harry felt like a bucket of ice had been poured over him.

"GET OUT!" he yelled snapping to his feet, "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here!" When the redhead tried to calm him, Harry grabbed hold of both her shoulders and shook her viciously, "You have absolutely no idea what is going on do you? You are just some stupid insignificant girl!"

"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"Just get out. I don't even want to look at you," he replied quietly though his voice continued to shake with venom. He shoved her in the direction of the door.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but you are wrong about him…"

Grabbing the closest thing near him, the chair, Harry threw it at Hayley who barley ducked in time to avoid it. She stood staring at him in shock, not really understanding how the situation had gone down hill so quickly. It was only when the chair clattered on the wall behind that she came to her senses.

"I thought you said if you ever threw a chair at me again you wouldn't miss!" Hayley hissed evenly.

"Maybe I didn't," he growled, his piercing eyes now clouding green.

They were back to square one.

Guys! How awesome are you all?! I think I've got you hooked haha thank you all for the lovely responses to the smut sections (does that sound weird?) – this story is my first time ever writing smut so yay that you love it! Some Harry POV dream deliciousness for you all to enjoy!

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Theories theories theories guys, you are all so amazing at imagining what's going to happen and it's nice that my story makes you all that excited! Hopefully I still have a few surprises up my sleeve!

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