DISCLAIMER:I DO OWN GLEE NOR ANYTHING ELSE.
MICHELLE BENSON-ASHLEY JUDD
Maverick tugged on his book bag strap as he walked down the long hallway. Today marked his first day of therapy and he was really nervous. He smiled politely to the receptionist and gave her his name. He took a seat as he waited for his name to be called. He pulled out his phone to send out a quick text to his mother to let her know that he was here. They were talking but it wasn't like it use to be. He licked his lips as he sat back in his seat.
Dr. Benson opened her door as she walked one of her patients out. She grabbed the folder from the edge of the counter, smiling softly when she looked at the young man, "Maverick?"
Maverick opened his eyes as he looked at her. He sighed standing up, grabbing his bag along with him. He gave a curt nod to her as he followed her into the office. He sat down on the long couch that she had in her office, sitting his bag beside him.
Dr. Benson crossed her legs as she sat in front of him. She grabbed her pad from her desk, turning to a fresh sheet of paper, she grabbed her pen from her desk also, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Kate Benson, I graduated from Southern Cal and I've been doing this job for over ten years. Tell me a little about yourself.
Maverick shifted on the couch uncomfortably, "My name is Maverick. I'm sixteen years old and I play football and baseball. That's it."
"What positions?"
"Running back and pitcher."
"Awesome." She smiled at him, "How about we get started here today. What brings you to me?"
Maverick played with his fingers as he avoided eye contact with her, "I came to you today..because I need help."
Dr. Benson scribbled down some notes before she looked back at him, "Do you mind keeping eye contact with me? I just feel if you don't, that's telling me that you really don't want to be here."
"To be perfectly honest, I don't want to be here." Maverick said in a tight tone.
"And why is that?" She asked curiously as she looked at him.
"I don't like shrinks." He shrugged dismissively.
Dr. Benson sighed as she pushed up her glasses, "Maverick, I'm only here to help you get better and to get better, you have to trust me."
"That's going to be difficult because it's hard for me to trust anyone." He stared at her for a few minutes before he looked away.
She scribbled down some more notes, "And we can work on that too if you would like." She watched as he fiddled with his hands, she took that as a sign of nervousness, "So let me ask you again..what brings you here today?"
Maverick sighed as he looked at her in irritation, "I need help coping with my father's death."
She hummed as she wrote down something else, "When did he die?"
"When I was three."
Dr. Benson nodded her head as she looked at him, "How does that make you feel?"
"I feel sad and angry.." Maverick avoided eye contact with her, "Are we done?"
Dr. Benson looked at him, then her clock, "We have another thirty minutes.." Seeing the look in his face, she took off her glasses and sat her things on her desk, standing up, "But we can stop for today."
Maverick sighed in relief as he grabbed his stuff and stood.
"I'll see you again next week Maverick and we're not stopping." She gave him a look.
Maverick nodded as he opened the door. He was so over this already. He stopped by the receptionist and let her know when he was coming back. When she was done, he walked out the building and headed to his car.
Mercedes let out a shy smile as she button up her blouse. Sam had brought her a late lunch over and they ended up not eating it. She turned back around and saw Sam pulling up his pants, "This is so bad.."
Sam looked over at her with a smirk, "I didn't see you complaining until now." He laughed when she threw something at her. He walked over to her with lustful smile, "You know you loved it." He leaned over and captured her lips in a fervent kiss.
Mercedes smiled against his lips, "I did..I really did." She whispered as she tilted her head a little more.
Sam kissed her one last time before he pulled back, "I love you."
"I love you too." She smiled as she sat down in her chair.
Sam smiled before he buttoned up his shirt also. He turned his head towards the door when he heard a knock.
Mercedes got up from her seat and walked towards her door. She unlocked it, cracking it as she saw Lindsey on the other side, "What's up?"
Lindsey looked up from the sticky notes, "You have two calls from Linda Tart about the benefit and you have a meeting tomorrow at 8." She looked at her boss disheveled look with a smirk on her face.
Mercedes grabbed the sticky notes from her hands, ignoring the look from her, "Thanks Lindsey."
"You're welcome boss lady." She walked backwards, giving her a knowing look.
Mercedes rolled her eyes as she closed the door back.
Sam tucked his shirt into his pants as he walked up behind her wrapping his longs arms around her waist, he kissed the side of her neck.
Mercedes wiggled out of his embrace, "Nope, we're not starting this again."
Sam pouted as she walked away. He went and sat in one of the chairs that was in front of her desk and took her in.
Mercedes stuck her notes in her planner as she sat back down. Writing her self a note, she looked back up and saw Sam was staring at her, "What?"
"Nothing.." He said quickly.
Mercedes quirked a brow at him, "Yeah, it's something. Tell me what you're thinking about."
"I'm thinking that I'm glad to see you finally smiling again after the last week."
Mercedes looked away from him, casting her eyes toward her computer, "I'm trying really hard but it's not easy. I'm trying not to be mad at him because I know he's hurting but he made the dumbest decision ever Sam."
"I know Mercedes." He said quietly as he looked at her.
Mercedes looked at him, "I'm just..trying to move pass it."
"That's all you can do baby. Just let it go." He smiled at her as he fixed his mouth to sing something.
"Don't you dare start singing that song." Mercedes pointed a finger at him.
Sam chuckled, raising his hands in defense, "Okay." He grabbed the bag of food from the chair, "I think we could still actually eat this if you still have time."
"I would love that." She sent a smile his way. They spent the rest of the afternoon eating and talking about pretty much everything under the sun.
Maverick walked in the house tiredly from a long day. He just started his first set of hours of community service and it was kicking his butt. He sat his things down on the counter and walked towards the kitchen. He stopped short when he saw Brent sitting at the table, "What are you doing here?" His words came out harsher than he meant too.
Brent winced at his tone as stood up, "Your mom gave me five minutes to speak to you and then I have to leave. I just wanted to come over here to say I'm sorry."
Maverick looked away from him, "You don't have anything to be sorry for."
"Yes I do." He walked closer to him, "I put not only myself but you in a dangerous situation. We should've just called Luke to come get us."
"Yeah..well, it's in the past now..only thing we need to do now is move forward." He said as he avoided eye contact with him.
Brent nodded before he turned around and grabbed his book bag, "I'll talk to you later." He attempted to walk pass him without a second glance.
Maverick caught his arm before he could leave, he searched his face, "Thank you."
Brent bit down on his bottom lip, "You're welcome." He gave him one past glance before he left out of the kitchen.
Maverick leaned against the doorframe with his eyes closed, "What am I going to do?" He whispered to himself, thinking about the decision he had to make.
Mercedes was on the other side of the wall when she heard them talking, her eyebrows raised in confusion when she heard Maverick whisper to himself. Her face coming to realization after a few minutes of thinking, mouth dropping a little, "I knew it." She whispered to herself, she accidentally bumped into the table, knocking something down in process, "Shit."
Maverick jumped when he heard something fall. He walked around to corner to see his mom picking up some books, "You okay?"
Mercedes looked up with a guilty smile, "Yeah..I'm fine. I just ran into the table." She lied as stood up straightening the books back on the table.
Maverick nodded as he watched her, "I know things are still kind of shaky with us but I hope that we can get back to where we were."
Mercedes tugged at her lip, "Well, as long as you keeping going to your therapy sessions, we should be fine." She watched as he sadly nodded, "Listen Maverick, I love you and I will never stop..but I just want you to get better. I know you made a mistake and I'm trying to see that you were hurt but..it still hurts me."
"I know mom and I can't tell how sorry I am." He looked at her sympathetically.
"I know..everything is going to be okay." She said quietly as she looked at him. Clearing her throat, she smiled a little, "So..is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Maverick shook his head, "No."
"Nothing new going on in your life..like relationships..girlfriend drama?"
Maverick raised a brow at her, "Um..no."
"Okay.." Mercedes said with a smirk, "You know you can talk to me about that if you want."
"Yeah, I know mom." He smiled awkwardly at her.
"Why are you looking so awkward?"
"It's just an uncomfortable conversation to have." He shrugged lightly.
Mercedes placed her hand on her hip, "Would you rather me talk to you about sex again?"
"Ew, mom..no." He made a face, "That's just..no." He turned around and walked back into the kitchen.
Mercedes giggled, yelling after him, "I'm just saying." She smiled as she turned and walked up the stairs. Things weren't perfect but it was getting better.
Sam walked towards Mercedes office for the third time this week. She had called him earlier and told him that she needed to talk to him. He felt the lingering eyes on him as he walked to the door, knocking softly. He smirked proudly at knowing that heard them the other day. He smiled when she opened the door, "Hey baby."
"Hey." She leaned up and gave him a kiss, pulling him in as she locked the door behind them. She walked over to her desk and leaned against it, arms crossed over her chest, "I'm glad you could come, I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it?" He asked as he stood in front of her.
Mercedes looked at him, "I think Maverick is gay."
Sam looked at her shocked, "What? What makes you think that?"
"Well..I kind of heard him and Brent talking last night.."
Sam gave her a look, "You were eavesdropping?"
"Shut up." Mercedes swatted at his arm, "To be honest, I just so happened to be listening while timing them."
"Timing them?"
Mercedes nodded her head, "Since the incident you know Maverick's grounded, meaning no seeing friends especially Brent but I made an exception just this one time for him."
Sam snickered at her but stopped immediately when she glared at him, "I'm sorry..continue."
"Well like I was saying, they were talking in the kitchen and it just sounded different in a way that they usually do when they're around others. I always had my suspicious but I think this pretty much confirmed it." Mercedes said in one breath.
"Would you be mad if he was?"
"Of course not." Mercedes said quickly, "You love who you love."
Sam nodded with a smile, "That's right." He walked over closer to her, wrapping her into a hug.
Mercedes laid her head down on his chest, "The only thing that's bothering me..is why didn't he tell me."
"Maybe he's just scared of what you may think..or hasn't come to terms that he is."
Mercedes grunted lowly as she closed her eyes, "God..I feel like the I deserve the worst mom of the year award."
Sam held her tighter, letting out a small laugh, "Stop exaggerating."
"I can't." She pouted as she looked at him.
"Everything is going to be fine." Sam reassured her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Mercedes breath out as she listen to what Sam was saying, "Yeah..I hope so." She leaned up and kissed the upper part of his jaw.
"So today we're going to talk about what's making you upset." Dr. Benson said as she grabbed her pen, "No stopping Maverick. I want to help you and I can't do that if you run away from me."
"Well..I've always felt angry for not having my dad around, I just didn't let it show." Maverick rubbed his sweaty palm against his jeans, "I-um, when my mom started dating this guy Sam, I guess it just made me miss him even more."
Dr. Benson nodded as she wrote in her pad, "How do you feel about Sam?"
"He's a great person and he cares about my mom a lot.."
"If he's such a great person then what made you get back angry about your father when he came around?"
Maverick sighed as he laid back on the couch, "He has a six year old daughter, Madi, she's so sweet. I think I got jealous when the thought came running through my mind." He closed his eyes sadly, "She's going to grow up knowing her dad and getting to experience many things with him and I can't even do that with my own."
Dr. Benson removed her glasses, crossing her legs as she looked at him, "I understand what you're feeling Maverick but there's a different way to approach this, trust me I know. My mother died when I was five, leaving just my dad to raise me. When I was in my teens, I spiraled out of control. I let jealously take over me as I watched other girls with their moms doing things I wished of could've done. Instead of talking to someone, I turned to drugs. I was getting high every other day. I started skipping school and stealing money from my dad's wallet just to pay for another hit." She sat back in her chair, letting out a harsh breath.
When she started telling her story, Maverick sat up and listen to her, "What made you stop?"
Dr. Benson looked out to him with a sad look, "I think that's enough for today." She sat her things back on her desk and stood up. She quickly wiped a fallen tear that escape from her eye.
Maverick stood up, licking his lips as he placed his hands in his pockets, "I'll see you next week." He quietly opened the door and closed it behind him. Once he got outside the building, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" The voice answered.
"Hey." He kicked the side of his wheel, "I think it's time for us to talk.." He looked out towards the beach, "Like really talk.."
A/N. This is the ending part of all the angst! Nothing but happy and healing times ahead. What do you think of Dr. Benson? How about naughty Samcedes? What's going on between Maverick & Brent? Do you think Maverick's gay like Mercedes says? So many questions, you guys are going to have to wait and see! As always, thank you for you continuous love and support, it doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated :)