No Fact or Fiction: Chapter Six
Title: No Fact or Fiction
Author:
secularsaint
Rating: PG13
Summary: The alters start to be revealed...
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys.
Author Notes: I know, it's taking me forever.
Previously: Chapter Five, with link to 1-4
The first session after Pete moved into the clinic was spent trying to identify as many multiples as Patrick could. That meant a lot of time speaking with Lear, who Patrick found, to be quite enjoyable. Lear was fun, only slightly arrogant, and full of ideas. Lear was also intelligent and incredibly adept at reading people. Which, might explain why Pete was always able to pick out a lie. He made a note to explore that possibility further.
At the end of the session, Patrick had met a grand total of 5 new alters. Chess was the first alter to willingly come up. He was the mediator of the group. He took care of what he referred to as "The Brood", and it was thanks to him that Patrick found out most of the alters were under the age of 10. Chess was able to take the children's stories and weave them together and plan out Pete's childhood.
It was to Patrick's understanding that as a small child, years 4 to 10, Pete had been abused. Both sexually, physically, and mentally. It had started off as slaps, beatings, that Peter still could dreg up in his own memories. But as it progressed, his mind began to find a way to protect the fragile child. It created a place to store the pain. Places to store the feelings, the anger, resentment, sorrow. Eventually these "places" developed more into people, into personalities with their own behaviors, speech patterns, mannerisms, genders, and preferences.
The next alter to speak up was Scotty and then his twin sister, Sarah. They were the youngest, and had taken the beatings and screams. Though both were fragile and small, where Scotty was shy and timid, Sarah was inquisitive and blunt. Both of them morphed Pete's body into something indeed very childlike. Scotty hunkered over and used large, almost pleading eyes. Sarah's face was more open and her body language almost displayed a sense of self-confidence. She was proud of herself.
Next was the abused Jon, he was young, Patrick thought perhaps only nine. Jon had been used and thrown to the side. He had the neglected look of a dying animal and held Peter's muscles very tense and stuttered almost every word. His eyes glistened in the light with the sparkle of tears never shed. Jon, was perhaps the most vulnerable.
The last to make his presence know that day was Oscar. Patrick wrote down that perhaps the name was to be linked with Oscar Wilde. For Oscar was a very poetic, at times depressing, 16 year old. He had been present for the end of the abuse and was prone to spout off meaningless paradoxes. Oscar looked sad, constantly. Patrick felt like he could give the boy everything and receive not a smile from the transformed, gaunt looking face.
When Patrick finally got Pete back, he was almost relieved to see the body radiating arrogance and self-assurance. "Did you have an interesting time digging around in my mind?" Pete smirked and leaned back in his chair, trying his best to pretend he knew exactly what had happened, and what would be happening next.
He succeeded, Patrick self-consciously shuffled papers around on his desk and looked up at him. "Yes, actually. It's very interesting, indeed. Were you present for the, uh...for the abuse," Patrick licked his lips. "Or, did you, uh, did you come in as a direct result of the suicide attempt?"
Pete's face went white before he recovered himself and attempted to answer, "I began...I began forming, in the back of his mind, maybe a few months before the attempt. But, uh...the..."
Something suddenly clicked in Patrick's mind, and a look of realization came over Patrick's face. "You don't share memories with any of the younger ones do you? Not even coconsciousness? You can only pick the brains of the more recently evolved, and Peter. That means..." Patrick hurriedly searched for a blank spot of paper and started jotting down a list of alters Peter could access. Chess, Lear, Lewis. And that's it. That's who he has direct connection to.
Pete huffed and made a face, "Yeah. What's so important about that? It's not like those sissy babies could be any use." He grimaced and Patrick had the distinct impression that inside of Peter's head, a battle was raging.
Patrick smiled sadly to himself and observed for a few minutes before interrupting, "Um, hi..."
The body looked up at him and it's eyes widened. "Um...hi," the face smiled and Patrick realized that the arms and legs were more relaxed, the back slouched a little and the face was much more open and trusting than Pete's. "This is Peter."
Patrick's face lit up and he grabbed for his notepad. "Hi Peter. How do you feel?"
Peter made a face and stretched, "Tired, really fucking tired," he looked around and surveyed the room. "It's nice in here, I like the colour."
"Uh, thanks." Patrick blushed and wrote down something about Pete's ability to send Peter into submission and possibly making him blackout all together. Patrick looked up and surveyed Peter, indeed, there was a haggard look about the face and he noticed the beginnings of black circles under the eyes. As much as Patrick wished he could continue the session, it was already late and they had accomplished quite a bit in only one day. "You can go to your room if you like, there's a guard to escort you." Patrick stood up, crossed the room, and opened the door for Peter, "Sleep well."
Peter stood, walked to Patrick and enveloped him in the largest, most meaningful hug in both of their lives. "Thank you."
Patrick's entire body shook as he shut the door and returned to his desk. There were way too many emotions toying with him for just one hug. He melted down into his chair and applied himself to collection his notes into organized subjects.
Peter was also shaking as he entered his room and sunk down onto the bed. He used the pattern of the ceiling to distract him from any real thoughts and when the nurse came by with his sleeping pills he was grateful
Author:
secularsaintRating: PG13
Summary: The alters start to be revealed...
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys.
Author Notes: I know, it's taking me forever.
Previously: Chapter Five, with link to 1-4
The first session after Pete moved into the clinic was spent trying to identify as many multiples as Patrick could. That meant a lot of time speaking with Lear, who Patrick found, to be quite enjoyable. Lear was fun, only slightly arrogant, and full of ideas. Lear was also intelligent and incredibly adept at reading people. Which, might explain why Pete was always able to pick out a lie. He made a note to explore that possibility further.
At the end of the session, Patrick had met a grand total of 5 new alters. Chess was the first alter to willingly come up. He was the mediator of the group. He took care of what he referred to as "The Brood", and it was thanks to him that Patrick found out most of the alters were under the age of 10. Chess was able to take the children's stories and weave them together and plan out Pete's childhood.
It was to Patrick's understanding that as a small child, years 4 to 10, Pete had been abused. Both sexually, physically, and mentally. It had started off as slaps, beatings, that Peter still could dreg up in his own memories. But as it progressed, his mind began to find a way to protect the fragile child. It created a place to store the pain. Places to store the feelings, the anger, resentment, sorrow. Eventually these "places" developed more into people, into personalities with their own behaviors, speech patterns, mannerisms, genders, and preferences.
The next alter to speak up was Scotty and then his twin sister, Sarah. They were the youngest, and had taken the beatings and screams. Though both were fragile and small, where Scotty was shy and timid, Sarah was inquisitive and blunt. Both of them morphed Pete's body into something indeed very childlike. Scotty hunkered over and used large, almost pleading eyes. Sarah's face was more open and her body language almost displayed a sense of self-confidence. She was proud of herself.
Next was the abused Jon, he was young, Patrick thought perhaps only nine. Jon had been used and thrown to the side. He had the neglected look of a dying animal and held Peter's muscles very tense and stuttered almost every word. His eyes glistened in the light with the sparkle of tears never shed. Jon, was perhaps the most vulnerable.
The last to make his presence know that day was Oscar. Patrick wrote down that perhaps the name was to be linked with Oscar Wilde. For Oscar was a very poetic, at times depressing, 16 year old. He had been present for the end of the abuse and was prone to spout off meaningless paradoxes. Oscar looked sad, constantly. Patrick felt like he could give the boy everything and receive not a smile from the transformed, gaunt looking face.
When Patrick finally got Pete back, he was almost relieved to see the body radiating arrogance and self-assurance. "Did you have an interesting time digging around in my mind?" Pete smirked and leaned back in his chair, trying his best to pretend he knew exactly what had happened, and what would be happening next.
He succeeded, Patrick self-consciously shuffled papers around on his desk and looked up at him. "Yes, actually. It's very interesting, indeed. Were you present for the, uh...for the abuse," Patrick licked his lips. "Or, did you, uh, did you come in as a direct result of the suicide attempt?"
Pete's face went white before he recovered himself and attempted to answer, "I began...I began forming, in the back of his mind, maybe a few months before the attempt. But, uh...the..."
Something suddenly clicked in Patrick's mind, and a look of realization came over Patrick's face. "You don't share memories with any of the younger ones do you? Not even coconsciousness? You can only pick the brains of the more recently evolved, and Peter. That means..." Patrick hurriedly searched for a blank spot of paper and started jotting down a list of alters Peter could access. Chess, Lear, Lewis. And that's it. That's who he has direct connection to.
Pete huffed and made a face, "Yeah. What's so important about that? It's not like those sissy babies could be any use." He grimaced and Patrick had the distinct impression that inside of Peter's head, a battle was raging.
Patrick smiled sadly to himself and observed for a few minutes before interrupting, "Um, hi..."
The body looked up at him and it's eyes widened. "Um...hi," the face smiled and Patrick realized that the arms and legs were more relaxed, the back slouched a little and the face was much more open and trusting than Pete's. "This is Peter."
Patrick's face lit up and he grabbed for his notepad. "Hi Peter. How do you feel?"
Peter made a face and stretched, "Tired, really fucking tired," he looked around and surveyed the room. "It's nice in here, I like the colour."
"Uh, thanks." Patrick blushed and wrote down something about Pete's ability to send Peter into submission and possibly making him blackout all together. Patrick looked up and surveyed Peter, indeed, there was a haggard look about the face and he noticed the beginnings of black circles under the eyes. As much as Patrick wished he could continue the session, it was already late and they had accomplished quite a bit in only one day. "You can go to your room if you like, there's a guard to escort you." Patrick stood up, crossed the room, and opened the door for Peter, "Sleep well."
Peter stood, walked to Patrick and enveloped him in the largest, most meaningful hug in both of their lives. "Thank you."
Patrick's entire body shook as he shut the door and returned to his desk. There were way too many emotions toying with him for just one hug. He melted down into his chair and applied himself to collection his notes into organized subjects.
Peter was also shaking as he entered his room and sunk down onto the bed. He used the pattern of the ceiling to distract him from any real thoughts and when the nurse came by with his sleeping pills he was grateful