Insects and Therapy

[Killian Reid]

Killian enjoyed therapy. At least she enjoyed it with Dr T. But with a complete stranger, the idea didnt entice her as much. But still, she went. But Killian! You have to go. Go or we wont take you skydiving. That was enough persuasion from her parents to go. So she did as she was told, if a little reluctantly. But she did have a little present for this new guy. A box gift wrapped in bright paper and ribbon. Expertly filled with varying spiders, beetles, a centipede and a few worms. It was a good present. 

The girl pushed teh door open, hardly bothering to knock. Sup, Doc She smiled, putting on her best 'im a good girl' face. 'Im Killian. I got ya a present With that Killian held out the wrapped box, smiling brightly, exhilerated at the prospect of his face when he opened her 'gift'

[Lincoln Fitzpatrick]

He looked at the redhead as she entered his office. He had read his file, though, with every new person coming for sessions, he wasn't quite sure what to expect. She held forward a gift and Lincoln stared at it for a few moments before blinking. Well, this was new, though, sadly, regulations and rules wouldn't allow him to ever accept a gift from a client.

It was highly unprofessional and very immoral. Besides, the relationship between a client and himself was something he considered a professional one. The more he let the line blur between "professional therapist" and "paid friend", the more complicated said relationship would become. He wanted to seek that line, that boundary clear and well-understood by both parties involved.

"Good day, Miss Reid," he greeted her with a flat smile. He gestured for her to take a seat opposite of him, not making any moves to acknowledge the gift further. "I think this is the perfect moment for us to discuss boundaries, Miss Reid."

[Killian Reid]

Hazel eyes scoure out every detail on the mans face. He was kinda hot. Ok, really hot. That only made Killian smile brighter. But her smile fell when he brushed away her gift. What wont ya take it? Personally she felt kind of offended. Sure it was a prank gift, but it was the princible. A tiny snarl tugged at pale lips at Miss Reid. Dont fuckin call me that. Just Killan God she already hated this guy. Despite he obvious good looks, this guy was nothing like Dr T. And Killian only liked Dr T.

But still, the girl slumped down onto the chair, hanging her legs over one of the arms. She still held the box in her hand
"I think this is the perfect moment for us to discuss boundaries, Miss Reid."
What fuckin boundries? So me being nice is a problem. Your a fuckin weird guy. She growled, fiddling with the ribbon. So... lets get this other and done with. Therapise me.

[Lincoln Fitzpatrick]

Again, the girl clearly lacked any idea of the word boundary. He briefly wondered what she had expected to come of this. He didn't reply. Instead, the redhead was met with another flat smile.

The girl was the embodiment of a teenage cliche. Filled with rage and hormones and took it out on the world around her, rather than reflecting the actual issues at hand. He supposed he couldn't blame her. Not many teenagers were good at reflection. "I'm not your friend, Miss Reid. I think it's important we get that out there right away." He waited, then continued. "You are my client and I am your therapist."

At the end of the day, she was the only one affected by her aggressive demeanor. It didn't phase him at all. It wasn't, after all, his first trip to the rodeo.

"How are you feeling today?"

[Killian Reid]

Small flecks of ice crept from her fingers onto the ribbon. Why did this guy have to piss her off. She snarled again. I said don't call me that. I fuckin hate it Eyes leveled harshly with him, ablaze with icy fire. And your not my therapist. Dr T is, your just the stand in guy till I get to see him again. Let's get that clear.

He asked her how she was. Air rushed through her nose. Well... You wanna know if I've stolen anything. Well, I haven't. And even if I have, I won't tell you she slowly began to pull the ribbon apart.but I'm fine

[Lincoln Fitzpatrick]

The moment the girl's fingers started turning to eyes, Lincoln activated his power. With ease, he placed a block within the girl's mind, stopping all access she had to her ability. "Right now I'm your therapist," he said calmly.

"That's not what I asked," he said simply. She was awful at assuming and putting words in people's mouths, he made a notice. "You don't seem fine. You seem agitated and aggressive."

[Killian Reid]

An odd sort of feeling washed over Killain when the man used his power. The ice stops spreading from her fingertips, even staretd to melt in the warm room. The fuck's happening? She hissed at him, having a sudden feeling that this guy might have some type of powers to stop hers. Why did that even exist? Youe nor my therapist Killian snarled a little more quietly, eyes fixating upon the melting ice on the ribbon.

Slowly she began to pry open the lid, though kept her bug collection safe inside by covering the opening with her cold hand. "Of course im 'aggitated'. Im in a weird place with a bunch of fuckin' wizards and your not Doctor Thomas Fingers reach in and pick out a wriggling worm. Moving her gaze to lock on with his, she simply dropped the worm onto the ground. Im bored, and think you a fuckin' idiot And so she released her little collection, shaking the box onto the floor.

[Lincoln Fitzpatrick]

Either, the girl was scared and hid behind a mask of anger, or - she was simply angry for the sake of being angry. Either way, it didn't really matter at the end of the day, because clearly, the girl had some major complexes and she wasn't at all willing to work these kinks out.

At least not yet.

"I stopped your power," he replied with ease. "I'd rather not have my furniture turned to ice," he added calmly.

He looked at her, his expression calm, though, with a hint of apathy. She wasn't special. She didn't go through anything that millions of kids hadn't done before her. Being a kleptomaniac didn't have anything to do with this unfounded anger. He didn't bother looking at the worm she dropped, but made a mental note of it regardless. "Alright," he said, reaching for his phone.

"I see no signs of you wanting to change or even take this session seriously." He gestured towards the worm. Whatever childish point she was trying to prove, was moot. "So until you do," he continued, pressing his fingertips against the screen. "I'm going to send out an alert to the security team and make sure you're under 24/7 monitoring." He held up a hand, as if to stop any protests. "You're showing signs of irrational malice and aggression and the fact that you're so desperate to push buttons," again, he gestured towards the worm; was she trying to annoy him? Show signs of power or superiority? Was she trying to prove how strong and badass she was? He continued, "Without showing any signs of remorse or guilt only makes me think that you're proving yourself as a risk to other students."

He looked up from the phone, staring at the young woman directly. "Unless you're ready to prove me wrong, of course." There. She had a concrete choice. She could take the choice into her own hands and decide what she wanted to do with it. It was out of his hands now.

[Killian Reid]

Killian's brows knitted together. Why the fuck did ya stop my power? You fuckin pussy Each word was laced with an almost feral snarl, though her voice was quiet. Im not taking this session seriously because I dont wanna be here, and your not Dr T. Was that so hard to understand. By that point she had begun to feel rather warm in the room. Cold sweat was already crystalising on her forehead. I do wanna change. But not with you. More words snarled out.

Killian practically lept out of her seat at his words. "What the fuck do you mean? Why the fuck do I need monitering? She stood glaring down at him, eyes so cold yet burning with wicked fire. The fuck is irrational malice? Do you mean im angry? Was that is? That was the only reason? Oh yeaaaaah of course im a risk to other students Eyes rolled in their sockets. Your a shit therapist. Ya suppose to make me feel better. And trust me, I dont have to prove you anything.

[Lincoln Fitzpatrick]

"I just told you why," he replied. He was starting to feel like a broken record at this point. He could understand wanting her old therapist - Lincoln knew all too well how bonds between a client and a therapist could feel like to a client. After all, a therapist was someone who listened to you and was there for you regardless - naturally, one would feel a certain bond.

Pressing the send button on his phone, Lincoln folded his hands together in his lap. The girl was only proving his point further. "You're extremely aggressive, Miss Reid. That box you're holding, the gift, is proof that you came into this room with malicious intent." He looked her straight in the eye. "Your reaction to things that doesn't please you are anger and words that are meant to hurt others. What happens if someone displeases you in a classroom? Are you going to disrupt the entire class by throwing a hissy fit? Are you going to show your teacher the same volatile disrespect as you've shown me here today?" He tilted his head, curiosity coloring his eyes for a brief moment.

"You act as if this school, who have given you free lodging, free food and free education is your enemy. You're acting as if I, a paid therapist you're not paying for yourself, by the way, is here only to cause you distress." Licking his bottom lip, Lincoln made himself more comfortable in his seat. "I am not here to tell you what you want to hear, Miss Reid, and quite frankly, this isn't a one way street. You're going to have to let me help you for any of this not to be pointless." He gestured towards her then. "So either you stop playing the victim and stop acting as if the world is your little plaything and get on with the program, or you deal with the consequences of your actions." Was there honestly more to this girl? Was there anything beneath all the anger? Was there more to the story than 'I am angry for the sake of being angry' or 'I am my disease, hear me roar'?

[Killian Reid]

Your extremely agressive
God how Killian wanted to punch his face in. Eyes focus on the bugs on the floor. Malicious intent? Its just some bugs. Its not like ive brought a fuckin bomb in here. Its just bugs. Aint ya never heard of a joke? She brought her hands together, fiddled with her ring. Dr T says having a laugh is a good way to make friends. Share what you love and make them laugh. Her voice had gone into a brief whisper, almost as if she was trying to convince herself of her old therapists words. By that point she had stopped listening to him for a while, looking only at the various insects crawling on the floor. When things upset or angered her, Killian mostly just shut down everything.

It took her a few moments to register his words. Brows slid together in a frown. I havent got a fuckin issue with the school. Ive got an issue with the freaks in it. Ive got an issue with the power I didnt ask for. Ive got an issue with the therapist I didnt ask for. Ive got an issue with all of the because I was perfectly happy before. Finally she leveled her gaze with him again. I dont like change. Finally the girl collapsed back down into the chair, letting her hair fall a little over her eyes, still fiddling with her ring.

[Lincoln Fitzpatrick]

"It sounds like you're deflecting, Miss Reid," he replied, but quickly continued. "You might consider it a joke, but the fact that you chose bugs, or anything that could be viewed as negative proves that your joke was done with malicious intent." She could've easily have picked something that would actually be funny. Bugs weren't. "I agree," he replied to her next line. "But I also need you to realize that bugs are often considered as something negative - something a lot of people are scared of." He looked at her directly. "Maybe you should consider trying something easier next time?"

"Not a lot of people like change," he nodded. Finally, it seemed as if the two of them were getting somewhere. "A lot of people struggle with coming to terms with the new lifestyle at BA. Not everyone knows about mutants beforehand or come from long lines of them." He put his hands down into his lap. "Being a mutant... Does it scare you? Does your power scare you?" He briefly wondered if that was true, seeing as how she'd freaked out when he'd taken it away from her.