No Fact or Fiction: Chapter Three.
Title: No Fact or Fiction.
Author:
secularsaint::Katie
Rating: PG-13::language
Summary: Peter has Dissociative Identity Disorder, or Multiple Personalities. In Patrick's search to successfully fuse the personalities, he finds himself falling for his patient.
Disclaimer: My brain supplies the words and my fingers type them. This has never happened, it will never happen.
Author Notes: Wow it's been a long time. About a month or so. Sorry, my computer crashed on me and I just got a chance to take it in to get fixed a couple of days ago. I feel so computer-impaired right now. Big thank you to my beta and I hope everyone enjoys this.
Chapter One::Do not fall for a patient :: Chapter Two::Transference
Patrick's job required him working at all different hours; interviewing patients at different times of the day gave him a better view of their personalities. So all he wanted to do on his half day was sit on his couch in his threadbare old blue robe and eat Rocky Road ice cream out of the container, but that wasn't going to happen. That morning he got up, got dressed and went to Ikea.
It was nearly noon when he got to his office, pushing a large green couch with assorted furniture stacked on top of it. He had gotten his job nearly a year prior and was still worried about getting fired, but he figured it was time for his own furniture. By the time four came around his laptop was set up on a desk made of actual wood and the assorted plastic chairs had been traded for an overstuffed green couch and fluffy orange pillows. And he finally had a coffee maker.
He was sitting behind his desk when Pete came opened the door. As Pete walked in, he smiled, and sat on the couch, then bounced up and down a couple of times. "I like it. Now you just need a new layer of paint and this place would really be nice."
Patrick laughed, "Well I thought'd it be perfect timing because today I'd like to try hypnotherapy. It's easier when the patient is comfortable." The atmosphere in the room went from cheery and joking to still and defensive.
"Hypnotherapy? I'm not so sure that would be the best thing for us at this point."
Patrick wrote down something on his pad of paper, "If it's a matter of trust, I understand. This is only our third meeting, but I can assure you that I'd never do anything to harm you. This is in your best interests."
Pete looked hesitant, but sighed. "I trust you, Patrick." He sat cross-legged on the couch and clutched a pillow to his chest. "Just get it over with."
Patrick smiled encouragingly and followed the directions for lulling someone into a trance. He spoke quietly and gently until Pete's eyes were unfocused and blinking lazily. "Hi there."
"H-Hello." The voice was hesitant and soft, gentler than Pete's and more comforting. "I'm Peter."
Patrick grinned and scribbled down a few words, "Hi there Peter, I'm Patrick."
Peter smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, I know. I've seen you before." Patrick was confused. When had Peter ever seen him? "It was a couple of days ago, when we first came into this room." Patrick nodded and wrote that down.
"So it was you who I first met."
"Yes, that was me. But Pete shoved me back."
"Why doesn't Pete let you take control of your body?" Patrick hoped he wasn't pushing too much, but he found once he started asking questions, he couldn't stop them.
"Because I can't. I'll have it for days, sometimes weeks or months. Then things'll start getting all fucked. I'll skip over something or screw somebody over. And it comes back to haunt me. And, and I can't be left alone with my thoughts. It's too hard."
"And that's why you have Pete?" Patrick had unconsciously leaned closer to Peter, balancing his arms precariously on his desk so he was only an arm's reach away from the couch. He was too interested in what Peter had to say, this wasn't normal. He shouldn't feel this way for a patient, especially one this in need of help. ...But he did.
Peter reached out and swept a piece of strawberry blonde hair away from Patrick's face and behind his ear. "That's why I have Pete. 'Cause I'd rather be a sarcastic asshole then an emo pussy."
Peter's hand rested on Patrick's face and the touch caused Patrick's stomach to jump up to his throat and his breath to hitch. Patrick leaned back into his chair, breaking the contact. He couldn't take this, a relationship was not possible. No matter how strong the attraction was.
"What's your name?" Patrick needed this session to end, now. Before things got to complicated. Bringing Pete back was the ideal solution. Peter looked confused for a second before his eyes rolled upwards and Peter's expressions were replaced by a light smirk and laughing eyes. Patrick propped his elbows on the table and leaned his head into his hands. His voice was slightly muffled when he spoke, "I'll talk to you tomorrow Pete, have a good night.
Pete was confused as he walked out of the office, but not nearly as confused as Patrick.
Author:
secularsaint::KatieRating: PG-13::language
Summary: Peter has Dissociative Identity Disorder, or Multiple Personalities. In Patrick's search to successfully fuse the personalities, he finds himself falling for his patient.
Disclaimer: My brain supplies the words and my fingers type them. This has never happened, it will never happen.
Author Notes: Wow it's been a long time. About a month or so. Sorry, my computer crashed on me and I just got a chance to take it in to get fixed a couple of days ago. I feel so computer-impaired right now. Big thank you to my beta and I hope everyone enjoys this.
Chapter One::Do not fall for a patient :: Chapter Two::Transference
Patrick's job required him working at all different hours; interviewing patients at different times of the day gave him a better view of their personalities. So all he wanted to do on his half day was sit on his couch in his threadbare old blue robe and eat Rocky Road ice cream out of the container, but that wasn't going to happen. That morning he got up, got dressed and went to Ikea.
It was nearly noon when he got to his office, pushing a large green couch with assorted furniture stacked on top of it. He had gotten his job nearly a year prior and was still worried about getting fired, but he figured it was time for his own furniture. By the time four came around his laptop was set up on a desk made of actual wood and the assorted plastic chairs had been traded for an overstuffed green couch and fluffy orange pillows. And he finally had a coffee maker.
He was sitting behind his desk when Pete came opened the door. As Pete walked in, he smiled, and sat on the couch, then bounced up and down a couple of times. "I like it. Now you just need a new layer of paint and this place would really be nice."
Patrick laughed, "Well I thought'd it be perfect timing because today I'd like to try hypnotherapy. It's easier when the patient is comfortable." The atmosphere in the room went from cheery and joking to still and defensive.
"Hypnotherapy? I'm not so sure that would be the best thing for us at this point."
Patrick wrote down something on his pad of paper, "If it's a matter of trust, I understand. This is only our third meeting, but I can assure you that I'd never do anything to harm you. This is in your best interests."
Pete looked hesitant, but sighed. "I trust you, Patrick." He sat cross-legged on the couch and clutched a pillow to his chest. "Just get it over with."
Patrick smiled encouragingly and followed the directions for lulling someone into a trance. He spoke quietly and gently until Pete's eyes were unfocused and blinking lazily. "Hi there."
"H-Hello." The voice was hesitant and soft, gentler than Pete's and more comforting. "I'm Peter."
Patrick grinned and scribbled down a few words, "Hi there Peter, I'm Patrick."
Peter smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, I know. I've seen you before." Patrick was confused. When had Peter ever seen him? "It was a couple of days ago, when we first came into this room." Patrick nodded and wrote that down.
"So it was you who I first met."
"Yes, that was me. But Pete shoved me back."
"Why doesn't Pete let you take control of your body?" Patrick hoped he wasn't pushing too much, but he found once he started asking questions, he couldn't stop them.
"Because I can't. I'll have it for days, sometimes weeks or months. Then things'll start getting all fucked. I'll skip over something or screw somebody over. And it comes back to haunt me. And, and I can't be left alone with my thoughts. It's too hard."
"And that's why you have Pete?" Patrick had unconsciously leaned closer to Peter, balancing his arms precariously on his desk so he was only an arm's reach away from the couch. He was too interested in what Peter had to say, this wasn't normal. He shouldn't feel this way for a patient, especially one this in need of help. ...But he did.
Peter reached out and swept a piece of strawberry blonde hair away from Patrick's face and behind his ear. "That's why I have Pete. 'Cause I'd rather be a sarcastic asshole then an emo pussy."
Peter's hand rested on Patrick's face and the touch caused Patrick's stomach to jump up to his throat and his breath to hitch. Patrick leaned back into his chair, breaking the contact. He couldn't take this, a relationship was not possible. No matter how strong the attraction was.
"What's your name?" Patrick needed this session to end, now. Before things got to complicated. Bringing Pete back was the ideal solution. Peter looked confused for a second before his eyes rolled upwards and Peter's expressions were replaced by a light smirk and laughing eyes. Patrick propped his elbows on the table and leaned his head into his hands. His voice was slightly muffled when he spoke, "I'll talk to you tomorrow Pete, have a good night.
Pete was confused as he walked out of the office, but not nearly as confused as Patrick.