A/N: A quick thank you to those of you that left reviews for the last chapter.

This chapter will include a mission eventually, one based on an earlier episode.

Healing

Chapter 15: Chinese

The team had a lull in missions. Either Graham or Beckman had briefings with the agents each day at 8:30 and a dossier was sent to Chuck daily for him to review. He did this in his lunchtime break, while eating at the Wienerlicious. Sarah sat with him as he did this.

He sometimes flashed, but none of the work was relevant for the team, or particularly significant, so was passed to others.

Sarah had her first session with Dr. Silvia James on a Thursday evening. She was pleased that the woman offered a late afternoon appointment, so she went there before Chuck finished work. The doctor knew Sarah may have to cancel if a mission arose.

Dreyfus had provided some information about roles, but not much.

The doctor started by telling her to use her first name. "Dr. James is too formal for this sort of session."

Silvia was interested in Sarah's well-being and quite disgusted that she'd not been helped before.

"I do have to ask you for your own reason for agreeing to these sessions, though."

Sarah was taken aback by that question and had to consider it before answering. "I'm now in a committed relationship, although the CIA doesn't know that. I've not needed sessions before."

Silvia tutted at her. "That doesn't really answer my question. Is this for your partner? Has he pushed you to do this?"

Sarah reacted strongly. "God, no! Quite the opposite."

"So…"

"I want it for us both."

"That sounds like you feel it's your responsibility to do it."

The thought of the intimacy they would achieve and the pleasure that it would eventually give them filled Sarah's thoughts. "I want this for me as much as for him. It will help me and, ultimately, I might want children." As the words left her mouth, Sarah felt overwhelmed by them. Children?

"That's more promising. You're more likely to succeed with such goals."

They talked for nearly an hour, Silvia agreed to call Sarah by one of her pseudonyms rather than her CIA name, so she chose Paula Thomas. It wasn't one she'd used before but had a bank account and address in New York.

Silvia explained what Sarah would need to do. It honestly terrified her, but she was determined to go through with it. At the end, she was given a list of items to purchase and instructions for what she should do. "This isn't how I would normally treat a patient, but we are doing this in a way to make it even more confidential than normal. I will see you again in a week. Go at your own pace and do what you can."

Sarah looked at both the list and the instructions. She blanched and looked up. "I've never-"

Silvia cut her off. "Just do what you can and we'll discuss more next time."

Sarah swallowed hard. This was moving faster than she'd expected and it was a shock.

"I won't be giving you prescriptions for obvious reasons. You're smart and will be able to purchase the things on the list."

Sarah nodded and left in a daze. She'd make the purchases the following day. She'd tell Chuck that they'd need to spend time apart. She wasn't going to involve him in this!

The first two nights after that session were extremely upsetting for Sarah. The early instructions needed no purchases, so she decided to get started after the visit to the new doctor. She could've done what she was asked at any time over the years, but hadn't wanted to. The thought of touching herself for anything other than washing had been a thought that would have made her feel sick.

She now had a reason, a goal, but she still failed on the first night as she sat on the toilet. She had to leap off and turn to be sick.

Of course, Chuck was wonderful. He entered the bathroom and held her hair to avoid it being a problem. Then, he guided her to their bedroom where she climbed into bed. She clung to him, sobbing, but said nothing, and nor did he.

The following day, she bought nothing. If she couldn't follow the first instruction, then she'd need nothing.

Over breakfast, Chuck had told her to be kind to herself and not push. That brought tears, too. "Chuck, I want to do this… for both of us. My desire for you needs it as much as me wanting you to be fulfilled."

"Sarah, do it for you, if you want, but not for me. I have all I want just being with you." She knew that wasn't true. The discussion about Bryce had made that clear, but she appreciated his kindness. As always.

That night, night two, Sarah tried and failed again.

She'd tied her hair back in a ponytail and locked the door, so Chuck wasn't involved as she threw up this time. The tears and the cuddling still occurred and the latter was both required and welcome

The following night, night three, Sarah forced herself and did climax, but still threw up. She felt it was progress, but still cried herself to sleep in Chuck's arms.

The following three nights were more of the same and she was now getting used to her touch. She wasn't sick and even found some pleasure on the final night.

Sarah wondered about getting Chuck involved. The instructions were all for solo recovery, but she was in a committed relationship. However, as she thought about it, her stomach turned and she had to be sick.

She needed to talk to the doctor about this. Maybe he could touch other parts of her body first.

Sarah acknowledged in her next session with Dr. James that her efforts were helping, just slowly. However, there was no rush apart from Sarah's own desire.

The idea of encouraging Chuck to touch her intimately was something she should take at her own pace, but was approved. "Just don't try too much too quickly. You don't want to stall the recovery."

However, she and Chuck had other plans for that evening, a night out with Morgan Grimes. Sarah had decided it was time to get more acquainted with her boyfriend's best friend.

Morgan had looked at her incredulously when she wandered over to the Buy More two days earlier to suggest that he took them to his favorite restaurant. "Chuck says you are the expert on eating establishments."

He frowned. "I don't want to spend an evening watching you two lovebirds ignoring me."

She raised an eyebrow. "You know that neither of us would do anything. Me with my contact issue and Chuck with his PDA aversion."

Morgan nodded. "True."

"If it helps, I'll even sit by you in the restaurant. I want to get to know my boyfriend's best friend."

He pondered that and then nodded. "We'll do it."

"You plan the evening and tell us when and where to meet you," she replied.

It was coincidental that the session and the evening out were on the same night, but it pleased Sarah to have a distraction from her healing..

Sarah and Chuck were walking with Morgan between them. He seemed to need to be the center of attention. He announced to the two either side of him, "'An evening with Morgan' will consist of three acts." He paused for effect. "Act one, dinner."

Sarah chuckled on hearing that there would be more than just the meal, but asked, "What are we having?"

Morgan replied, "A little delicacy called sizzling shrimp." He pointed at her stomach. "We're going to pack our bellies so full of shrimp you're going to make a seal jealous."

Sarah grinned. "Wow! Sounds like quite a night."

Morgan's next comment took her back to his first statement, "Oh, that's just the beginning. Dinner will be followed by a screening at your place of the greatest kung fu film ever made."

Morgan and Chuck intoned, "Enter the Dragon."

Chuck stepped back and took up a martial art pose. "Prepare to die, my bearded friend."

The two men acted out as Sarah watched, bemused. Chuck, at least, should know that fighting was nothing like that.

They walked a little further and Morgan stopped. "Okay, and the third act can only be found here in Chinatown. There he is," he said looking across the street.

Chuck frowned and grabbed his friend. "Hey, wait a minute. I thought you were off this stuff."

Morgan replied, "Yeah? Well, I'm sorry, Chuck. I need this fix, you know?"

Chuck's frown deepened. "You know how I feel about fireworks!"

Morgan shrugged. "You know what? To defeat fear, one must embrace fear."

Chuck glared at him. "I'd rather embrace my limbs. Specifically, all of them. Absolutely no fireworks!"

Sarah had said nothing, choosing to stay out of this.

Morgan finally shrugged. "We've still got our shrimp on, though." He high-fived Sarah, which brought a smile to her face.

On reaching the restaurant, Bamboo Dragon, they found a sign saying it was closed for a private function.

Morgan reacted badly. "No, no, no, no! You got to be kidding me. They can't be closed. 'An evening with Morgan' has to at least include sizzling shrimp."

Sarah placed a hand on his arm. "Morgan, it's okay. We'll do it another time."

He looked at her and shook his head. "No. I got this." He walked around the side of the building to the back door. "Lucky for us, I've got connections. My friend Juan, he's a dishwasher and leaves his keys for me in case of emergencies."

Chuck frowned. "I don't know Juan."

"You don't regularly come here for food like I do," Morgan replied.

"So, we're not eating in?" Sarah asked.

"No," Morgan replied, looking at her as if she was mad.

Sarah was now completely confused. "Then why did we all have to come?"

Morgan blushed. "I guess we didn't." He then hit his head with his palm. "Damn! If we'd left Chuck behind, you could've picked me up in your Porsche and brought me."

She laughed. "You would have fitted in the back, Morgan, and Chuck could still come with us."

"Not with all the food," Chuck commented. "That's why I borrowed Ellie's car."

Morgan found the key and opened the door and they all quietly walked in, finding themselves at the back of the kitchen.

"You hear that sizzle?" Morgan whispered. "Like the sound of angels' laughter. Wait here."

Morgan walked further in, but Sarah noticed Chuck flashing. She looked around. He was facing a woman working there.

"That waitress," he said. "She's Mei-Ling Cho, Chinese intelligence. Never stepped foot on US soil before."

Morgan returned with a bag of food. "Sizzling shrimp, anyone?"

Sarah ignored Morgan, but spotted the woman's tattoo which confirmed Chuck's words. "My god!"

Morgan smirked. "Well, you can just call me Morgan, but I appreciate the enthusiasm."

They headed back to the apartment complex. The two in the front of the car no longer thinking about shrimp.

Chuck only ate a small amount before saying he needed to go to bed with a bad head. Sarah followed him to the bedroom, where he told her to go back as he was going to find out more about the Chinese woman. She agreed to eat the rest of the meal with Morgan, but then take him home before rejoining Chuck.

There was no movie watching, but she and Morgan talked while eating the excellent shrimp. She had nearly finished when she heard a moan from the bedroom. She looked at Morgan to ask him to excuse her, but he held up his hands. "I think Chuck needs you. I'll head out and leave you to look after him.

"I'll drop you home," she replied.

"And take me in your Porsche?" She smiled and nodded. "Hell, yes!"

She grinned. "I'll just make sure Chuck can cope and then we can go."

She popped her head in the bedroom. "I'm taking Morgan home. Be with you soon."

Chuck looked up from his computer. "Good. I need your help with all this Chinese!"

"I won't be long," she replied.

As Sarah pulled up outside his home, Morgan said, "A beautiful car and driver. Chuck's a lucky guy."

" I'm lucky to have him," Sarah honestly replied.

He looked at her. "You're good for each other."

She thought so, too.

"We'll do an evening with you again when we can, Morgan."

When she walked into their bedroom, Chuck grumbled, "I wish the Intersect provided translation facilities."

She sat beside him. "Good thing you have a translation service provided by your girlfriend, then."

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss.

Over the next hour, they discovered that Agent Mei-Ling Cho had recently gone AWOL after her brother, Lee Cho, a low level diplomat working at the US Chinese consulate, had been kidnapped. It was suspected that it was by Los Angeles Chinatown Triad leader, Ben Lo Pan. The Chinese government would not sanction a rescue on foreign soil.

"So, she's here to save her brother!" Chuck exclaimed.

"Looks that way," Sarah agreed. "From what we have found out about her, I can imagine her cutting a swath through the triads. Not a bad thing, but if she kills Ben Lo Pan, it would destabilize the triads here. Chaos would ensue."

"So, what do we do?" he asked.

"We let our bosses decide," she replied.

She called Casey and discussed it with him. He agreed with her. While Sarah was doing that, Chuck ran a check on bookings for the restaurant. Before Sarah ended the call with Casey, Chuck told her they shouldn't call the bosses until they talked.

They walked over to Casey's apartment.

"I haven't called them yet," Casey said. "What's to discuss?"

"Tomorrow night, Ben Lo Pan has a table booked at the Bamboo Dragon restaurant. Mei-Ling Cho has been working there and will know that. I think it's when she will make her move." He looked at the two agents. "Other dinners will be there, too. If shooting starts, there will be chaos."

"So, we stop her," Casey stated.

"If we do, her brother does not get saved," Chuck explained. "We need to help her, not stop her."

A conference call was set up with the two leaders. Chuck explained what he had found and suggested what he thought they should do.

Graham pondered that for a few seconds. "We'd heard that Agent Cho had gone rogue, but didn't know why. I think your suggestion is good. Do it."

"I disagree," Beckman said. "We can't create an international incident here."

"If she defects, the intel we could gain would be invaluable," Graham argued.

The general reluctantly agreed. "But if you are caught, we will disavow you. And the Intersect shouldn't be involved."

The call ended and Chuck immediately said he would be involved, even though he'd effectively been told not to.

"Field analysts usually sit on the sidelines, Bartowski," Casey commented. Sarah was pleased he was thinking of Chuck that way.

"But I don't when it's Beckman's plan we're following," Chuck moaned.

Sarah intervened. "I actually think Chuck has a better chance of persuading her to defect than either of us, Casey. Would you trust an assassin?" she asked.

He grunted. "I'm still not sure she'll turn."

The three of them got to the restaurant at 6pm. The table booking was from 7pm, so they hoped to talk to Mei-Ling before that. They used the key Morgan had shown them to get in.

After watching all the staff coming in and out of the kitchen, it was obvious that Mei-Ling was not there.

Casey had parked his car opposite the restaurant, so they returned to it and waited.

Forty minutes later, a long limo arrived. Men poured out of it and an old Chinese man was helped out and onto a wheelchair. That was Ben Lo Pan. One man pushed the wheelchair into the restaurant, and the other six followed.

"There's probably more of his men already inside," Sarah commented.

"And what about Mei-Ling's brother?" Chuck asked.

"Probably somewhere else," Casey said.

When a motorcycle pulled up outside the restaurant, Sarah knew that would be Mei-Ling. She led them over as the woman took off her helmet and opened the box behind her seat, pulling out a gun.

Mei-Ling was about to rush into the restaurant when she felt Casey's gun in her back. Sarah then stood in front of her with her gun pointed at her, as well. "Drop the gun, Mei-Ling," she said.

Mei-Ling dropped it. "Who are you?" she hissed.

"CIA and NSA," Sarah replied.

Chuck said, "We're here to help you." The woman snorted.

"We know you're better than this," Chuck said. "But you're so distracted that we were easily able to surprise you. I doubt anyone could do that normally."

"You'd stand no chance in there on your own, and certainly not like this," Sarah commented.

"They have my brother. Maybe in there," the angry woman replied.

"If you go in, it won't be long before guns are fired. You'll be shot, no matter how good you are, as will other patrons," Chuck pointed out.

Mei-Ling looked at each of them. "Why would you help me?"

"Your government doesn't care about your brother," Chuck stated. "They aren't doing anything to get him back, so you've gone rogue. Go a little further and defect. Our government would welcome you."

"We have that from the director of the CIA," Sarah said.

"How do you know about any of this?" Mei-Ling demanded.

"I have my way," Chuck claimed.

"He's our best analyst," Sarah confirmed.

"When you get your brother back, you'll still be rogue in your government's eyes," Chuck said. "So, we think you should defect." He looked closely at her. "Will you?"

Mei-Ling stared at him. Her conditioning kicked in initially, "I would never-"

Casey cut in, "Why? Too much loyalty to a government that leaves your brother for dead?"

"If I defect, I can never go back to China. I will never see my brother again," Mei-Ling replied.

"After this, why would he go back?" Chuck questioned. "China has left him for dead."

Mei-Ling was wavering. Sarah gave her another push. "You aren't going to be able to take on as many people as are in there on your own, Mei-Ling. We can help you. Then, the two of you can consider defection, together."

Mei-Ling knew that she would be outnumbered in the restaurant. She frowned. "Why only two agents to help me?"

Chuck answered her. "Not just any agents. They are the CIA and NSA's best agents."

Mei-Ling narrowed her eyes on Sarah and Casey. "Who are you?"

Sarah pulled out her CIA card, which showed her as Sarah Walker. Mei-Ling's eyes widened. "Langston Graham's top assassin," she breathed out, awe clear in her voice

Casey showed his identification. "I know you, too," Mei-Ling stated. "Two of the best assassins from different organizations working together. Impressive." She didn't take long to say, "You two should be able to help."

"We should wait for them to come out," Chuck stated.

Mei-Ling snapped her eyes to him. "No! I think they may execute Lee in there!"

"Why would they do that in public?" Sarah asked. "Surely they'd do that somewhere more private."

"Besides, why do you think he is here?" Chuck asked.

Mei-Ling looked at him. "I feel him here."

Casey snorted, but the other two just looked sympathetically at her.

"What if I go in, and listen to their conversations?" Sarah suggested. "And then let you know what I hear."

"Will you understand it?" Mei-Ling asked. Sarah nodded.

"She's good with languages," Chuck commented. He then said to all of them, "Tranquilizers only in there."

Sarah smiled. She'd already brought three with her and went to the car and brought them. Mei-Ling looked doubtfully at the one Sarah handed her, and Casey's distaste was obvious. "It takes effect almost instantaneously," Chuck assured the Chinese woman.

So, with her gun locked back in her bike box, the three agents headed to the entrance.

Chuck knew he'd be told not to go in, so held back, but admitted to Sarah later, he rushed around to the back again, with his tranq pistol in hand.

It was only ten minutes later that Sarah told the others, "Lee is in a storage room. They're going to bring him out soon."

Sarah heard Casey tell Mei-Ling, who knew exactly where to go. Then he walked through to the dining area, joining Sarah.

The two of them took on the men in the restaurant, firing darts at all they saw. When the men returned fire, with bullets, they had to push a table on its side to hide behind.

Other patrons were all hiding beneath their tables, looking terrified.

The gun battle continued for a few minutes until all the triad men were down.

Sarah scanned the room and realized she couldn't see the triad leader. "Damn! Where did Lo Pan go?"

Chuck was the one who replied, "Sleeping in the kitchen." The door to the kitchen opened and Chuck pushed the wheelchair through into the restaurant. A dart was embedded in the seated man's chest.

Sarah knew she should berate Chuck for not staying out of the restaurant, but she was actually pleased he'd gotten involved, and proud of him for capturing the leader. He smiled. "Before you say anything, the Intersect wasn't used."

Chuck looked more intensely at the two agents, clearly noting the table and the wall behind them being riddled with bullet holes. The smile disappeared and he visibly shuddered.

Mei-Ling then appeared, bringing her brother from the storage room.

Sarah pulled out a collection of zip ties from her bag. She used them on the downed men's wrists and ankles, and then Ben Lo Pan's, too.

Mei-Ling and her brother walked out of the restaurant talking quietly.

Casey called in that triad men had been caught trying to kill people in the restaurant.

Chuck and Sarah walked out and found the Chinese siblings. "We have talked about your suggestion," Mei-Ling said as she looked up. "Maybe we both have secrets that will be of interest to your government."

Lee agreed. "And thank you for helping Mei-Ling rescue me. I think Lo Pan was close to giving up on the ransom idea and was going to execute me."

"So, you'll both work with our government?" Chuck eagerly asked.

"Yes," they said in unison.

Chuck looked as relieved as Sarah felt. "You did this, Chuck," she whispered to him.

Lee Cho was taken first after the siblings hugged. He got into the car that was taking him for his initial debrief.

Looking at the woman, Casey commented, "We just turned one of China's top spies."

Sarah nodded. "As well as helping her save her brother."

Chuck smiled as Mei-Ling walked back to them as another car was pulling up.

Mei-Ling looked at them, then focused on Chuck. "Thank you... Chuck. I know you instigated this."

Chuck, as usual, looked uncomfortable receiving more thanks. "Oh, yeah, Don't mention it. You're welcome."

Mei-Ling turned to the others. "And thank you all for making it happen." The two agents nodded.

Chuck held out what he was holding to the Chinese woman. "Uh, before you go, would you mind signing this?"

Mei-Ling looked down at the paper in his hand. "What is it?"

Chuck blushed, "Oh, it just says that I was off-site fixing your computer and that you're satisfied with the level of customer service I provided. It's for my cover."

She smiled and happily took it from him, along with the pen he held out. After she signed it, she handed it back. "Best customer service," she said.

The car was now waiting for her, so she walked over and climbed in. As it drove off, she waved to them.

That evening, Chuck and his sister celebrated their version of Mother's Day. Sarah joined them. "Your mother leaving you must have been awful."

Ellie nodded. "Our dad effectively left at the same time. He was with us, but not really. In body, not mind."

"We've celebrated Mother's Day on the day she left ever since," Chuck commented. "The day we lost her."

"I feel like I'm intruding," Sarah confessed.

"No, no," Ellie said, placing a hand on Sarah's gloved one. "It's great to have others with us. Devon would be here, but he couldn't make it. Besides, we regard you as family now."

Those words filled Sarah with a warmth that she'd never expected. "Thank you, Ellie."

When they returned to their apartment, Sarah wasn't inclined to continue her healing steps, but made her mind up on what to do next. "Chuck, I'm not going to wear a top to bed tonight. I want you to hold me like that."

He frowned. "Are you sure?"

Sarah nodded.

Sarah wore a bra and panties to bed. They weren't anything fancy. She didn't have anything like that.

Chuck looked at her as she walked into the bedroom. "Gorgeous," he said quietly.

"I don't feel it, but thank you, Chuck."

He'd placed a t-shirt on the chair beside her side of the bed. He saw her look at it. "In case you need to cover up again."

His care for her relaxed the tension she was feeling. She thought it was silly. He'd already lain with his hands on her stomach. The only difference being the lack of a t-shirt. Maybe another night she'd remove her bra, too, but… baby steps.

She looked at his attire. "Chuck, unless you're cold in bed, please lose your t-shirt. I'd like to feel your chest against my back as we go to sleep."

He nodded and pulled his t-shirt off. She hadn't seen him like this before. She admired his broad shoulders and slightly hairy chest. She found looking at him quite exciting; something she'd not experienced for years. It reinforced the need for her healing.

They climbed into bed and she scooted over to the middle. He opened his arms and she nestled within them. Feeling his flesh against hers caused no ill effects. In fact, it increased the positive feelings and needs.

She wondered about removing her bra, convinced that pressing against him would then be even better.

During her torture and rape, no hands had touched her breasts, just whips and burning cigarettes, so even if Chuck touched them with his hands, there would be bad association. However, she was worried that she would get too aroused and push him to go too far. This was enough for now.

Sarah woke the following morning spooned by Chuck. She could feel his chest against her back and the fronts of his legs against the back of hers. His arm was around her, as it often was, so that was against her side and belly.

She felt cocooned in the warmth of his embrace. It was everything she'd hoped for.

He obviously sensed her waking. "Are you ok, Sarah?"

"Perfect," she replied. "This is perfect, Chuck."

He kissed her neck, sending a shiver through her. "For me, too."

She had a sudden thought. "Did you sleep at all? Or did you stay awake, ready to let go of me if I needed it?"

"Well…"

She rolled around to face him. "Oh, Chuck. You are wonderful, but you didn't need to do that."

"It's part of caring for you," he quietly responded.

She didn't care about the lack of brushed teeth and closed the distance between them, kissing him soundly.

He eventually pushed her away. "Sorry. I'm only human. The most gorgeous woman in the world kissing me like that when nearly naked is too much."

She blushed furiously. "I'm so sorry, Chuck. We're on a journey. I don't know when we'll reach the point where we can do… that, but we will get there."

He tenderly kissed her, and then said, "I love you, Sarah."

"I'm lucky that you do," she admitted. "I feel like an evil temptress right now."

"No, no," he forcefully said. "You're my angel. Perfect in every way."

She smirked. "A dark angel with blood on her hands."

"Still my angel," he replied.

He made her feel like one, even though she knew she wasn't.

Two days after Mei-Ling left Los Angeles, Graham and Beckman were facing the three of them. "Well done, team," the director said. "Agent Cho has been providing a lot of information we were unaware of."

Beckman initially said nothing. Mei-Ling was with the CIA and so her team was getting nothing from her. Then, she looked up. "Her brother has been providing information on their communications set up and internal emails. That will help, too."

"You're welcome, General," Chuck quietly stated.

She nodded and looked at Chuck. "Your idea proved to be a good one, and you delivered. Thank you."

Graham looked at them for a moment. "I know the Intersect only played a small part in this success." He focused his attention on Chuck. "You think differently to the normal intelligence operative, and that alone is making a difference here, and the team works well together. I think the Intersect just enhances what you could do anyway. Keep thinking outside the box, Chuck." He then ended the call.

Casey grunted his agreement.

Sarah and Chuck returned to their apartment to prepare to go to Burbank.

Sarah had an appointment later with Dr. Dreyfus.

She was tense, as always, but, at the same time, more confident. Things were improving. The sessions with both doctors were helping a lot, but like Dr. Dreyfus had said, the biggest factor was her wonderful boyfriend. Without him she'd probably still be a mess.

She looked at Chuck as he got his things together. She loved him so very much. Closing the distance between them, she pulled him into a kiss that conveyed what he meant to her.

Chuck looked a bit dazed as she stepped away. "Just a reminder of how much I love you, Chuck Bartowski," she softly said.

He smiled lovingly back at her. His expression was probably matched by her own. "I love you, too, Sarah Walker."

Sarah wished she could hold Chuck's hand as they walked to her car. If Graham went ahead with his thoughts about the analyst role for Chuck, they could be more open about their relationship.

A/N: The mission part of this chapter didn't vary much from canon, but did have more involvement from Chuck.

Looks like the next chapter will include some more time with Dr. Dreyfus, but will also cover another mission.

I decided to include Sarah's session with Dr. James and some of what she had to do, but didn't go into much detail because of the rating of the story. If you really want more detail, the penultimate chapter of Ironclad2022's M-rated "The Darkness" has that Sarah going through a similar process of sexual healing.

So, what did you think of this chapter?