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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH/Lemon

A/N: [Insert legal technicalities here.]

Two hours later, Jim and Delbert climbed out of the caravan and approached the building. It was squat and unremarkable, brown stone. Jim pulled his leather jacket around himself more securely as a gust of icy wind tore through the terrain. Delbert reached for the door handle and opened it.

Immediately six feet away from the entrance, a female alien with pock marked skin and curly blond hair sat behind a desk, pressing holographic buttons that sat in midair in front of her. She pushed a webbed finger up to her nose and adjusted a pair of thick glasses in front of her pin-needle eyes. Her dress hardly covered the rolls of fat in her overweight frame.

“What can I help you with today?” Came the nasally question of the receptionist as she continued to push buttons.

“Yes. This is James Hawkins, set with meeting Dr. Sudayev at ten today.” Doppler said.

“One moment.” The receptionist turned her swivel chair and pressed a button to the far left. After a second, the receptionist turned back to the other holographic buttons. “Dr. Sudayev will see you now.”

“Thank you, ma'am.” Doppler made his way to the door next to the desk.

“Not you, sir.” The woman replied. “The appointment was made for Mr. Hawkins. You may wait in the waiting room.” She indicated to a room filled with outdated magazines on the low coffee tables and overstuffed arm chairs.

“Perhaps you haven't heard of me. I am Dr. Delbert Doppler. Dr. Sudayev is a colleague of mine.” Delbert said in his most professional voice. “Well, of sorts...” He trailed off as an afterthought.

“Never heard of a Dr. Doppler in the Psychology field.” The receptionist said skeptically.

“I am an astrophysicist, actually!”

“Then you may wait here, Dr. Doppler.” She insisted.

Before Delbert could protest, Jim stopped him. “Let it drop, Doc. I have to go in now.”

With the push of a button, the receptionist opened the door. “You'll be looking for Room 218-A.” She shot a smug look at Delbert as the door closed.

“You win this time, ma'am.” Delbert stalked over to the waiting room and sat down with a huff.

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Jim followed the hallway around a sharp bend, searching for the door of 218-A. At the end of the adjacent hallway, he found it and knocked. The shiny, brass plaque on the door read:

218-A
Dimitri Sudayev, Psy.D.

Just as he was about to knock a second time, the door opened. There in the doorway stood a man in a crisp suit that could be no other than Dr. Sudayev himself.

He had short, brunette hair and kind, dark green eyes. He was human and had lightly tanned skin, who stood a foot taller than Jim. He gave a gentle smile to his newest client.

“You must be James Hawkins. I'm Dr. Sudayev, but you can call me Dimitri.” He had a slight Russian accent.

“Call me Jim.” Jim replied, taking Dimitri's hand and shaking it. He didn't know why, but he felt suddenly nervous around the guy.

Dimitri led Jim into the small office, shutting the door behind them.

The office consisted of a desk with papers stacked on the surface and a thick leather chair behind it. A similar chair sat in front of the desk. Two couches faced each other on the right, lining the walls, and were flanked with a low table. Dimitri's framed doctorate certificate, along with various licenses for his profession, hung above a solitary window behind the desk.

The doctor led them over to the two couches and took a seat across from Jim. They sat there for about twenty minutes, Jim looking around the office but not ever looking at the person sitting in front of him. Dimitri made a mental note of that.

“So Jim, it seems you've been getting into trouble lately.” He noted the guarded look in Jim's eyes as he turned to look directly at him.

“Yes.” The youth stated flatly.

“Are there any problems at home?”

“Look, why don't we just skip the crap and get down to it? I don't want to be here and you don't honestly care what happens to me, so long as you get your paycheck. Can you just excuse me of all my sessions? I'll pay the fees for each session, so long as I don't have to come back.”

Dimitri's smile fell. “I'm afraid I can't do that, Jim.”

“W-Why not?”

“I like helping people too much to let one such as yourself to walk away without my help. And it goes against my principles to take one's money without properly earning it.”

“But you're not taking it, I'm giving it to you!”

“Bribing is no better than taking what you did not earn.”

Jim stood up from his seat angrily. “Well, I don't wanna talk! Not to you, not to anyone! Especially not to someone who's the same age as me!”

“On the contrary, I'm seven years older than you.”

“What difference does it make?!” Jim began pacing, not unlike an agitated wolf. “I don't have to explain myself to anyone!” He went off on a passionate tangent explaining all the various reasons of why that was. The impressive display lasted a good half hour before he wound down.

“No, you don't.” Dimitri agreed at last. “But you have some explaining to do... to yourself.”

“Don't give me that cryptic shit, Dimitri!”

The young doctor stayed calm in the face of Jim's impatience. “You have to let your walls down and accept the things you can't change.”

“You don't know me! You don't-”

“'-understand me or what I've been through.' Yea, I've heard that before Jim. Your accusations and claims aren't so uncommon.” Dimitri flashed him a smile. “I'm young for someone in my profession and I know how hard it is to go through life.”

“But people are different! Their lives and experiences are different from those around them!” Jim proclaimed, frustrated. “So you can't truly understand anyone, or know what they're going through!”

“Correct.” Dimitri concurred, catching the brunette off guard. “I can't possibly know people's personal experiences and fully understand how they feel. However, all I can do is be a person who guides others to confront their emotions. I'm here to help, Jim. I'm not just here for a paycheck, as you assume. From what I can gather of your personality, you are fearless and careless, both of which are characteristics of someone who is sending out a distress signal for help. The distress is that they don't know-or can't accept-who they are inside. But you provoke fights because you are afraid of being caught unawares by those who could hurt you.”

Jim laughed, shaking his head. “You don't get it, do you? I don't need help and I'm certainly not sending out a 'distress signal'. I'm doing just fine!”

“Doing just fine? A classic phrase that one uses when they're not willing to admit they have a problem. It's a matter of pride that causes them to avoid help. But when one opens up and accepts that help is when they're truly brave.”

“What?! Did you memorize your textbooks or something?! I don't need a college graduate feeding me something I can easily learn myself!”

“If you could learn, you wouldn't be here, Jim.”

“Fuck you!”

Dimitri smirked. “Violence seems to be your only way of taking control of a situation, when in fact, it gives you less control.”

The eighteen year old got up in his face. “You really think I care about what you think?”

“It's not what I think,” The therapist shook his head. “It's what I know. And what I know now, is that you actually do care. You care about what people think of you and what you think you stand for. The 'rebel without a cause' syndrome, I like to call it,” He laughed a little. “What's funny is that you seemed polite enough when we first met outside the door. Perhaps that's because you do recognize that I am somewhat your equal, which is what I'm trying to get you to understand. I really am no better than you. But when I took control and started asking you questions, you only saw me as authoritative. That, in turn, made you lash out.”

Jim snorted derisively and turned away.

“Even now, you're still seeing me as authoritative,” Dimitri crossed his legs and steepled his fingers under his chin. “You are a chaotic creature, Jim. You thrive off of limitless boundaries and adrenaline courses through you when you have open space to run and roam. Your muse is breaking rules, crossing boundaries, and taking risks-which many beings seek to gain. That sense of freedom.”

The younger man secretly smiled at the praise.

“But in that sense, you don't hold a conscience or a strict guideline of morality. Morality is what holds the species of the universe together in peace. While some chaotic beings such as yourself find less destructive ways to channel their aggressive behavior, some-such as you-create havoc and revel in the disruption of life in general; occasionally at the disruption or ending of others' lives.”

Jim turned around, flushed with anger. “I don't hurt anyone and I don't enjoy it either! How can you sit there and judge me like that?!” He snapped.

“Because that is what you're doing to those around you. You may not enjoy it, but you do thrive from it. So long as you have that feeling that you have no one holding you back, you feel an inner harmony within yourself. Hence, your destructive acts. But it's like a drug to a person like you. If you can't express yourself, you go beyond limits to have yourself heard,” Dimitri sat back a little in his chair. “You're unglued, Jim. You're unglued at the fact that you are hurting those that love you. But the only way you can express your frustration and anger is to endanger yourself. You feel alive when you do so.”

He stood up from his seat and came up behind Jim, who had turned away again. He put a hand on his shoulder. “Many of these cases that I get lead back to something inside the person. Sometimes, it's from disappointment. Other times, it's from abandonment and neglect. But rarely, when the actions of the person lead to such dangerous terrain such as your situation, it means that the person is conflicted. Conflicted of who they really are and what they're expected to be. That usually leads them to a discovery, which is usually a questioning of their sexual orientation-”

Jim suddenly whirled around and picked the therapist up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. It pissed him off even more that Dimitri just took it all calmly. They stayed that way for many minutes.

“Times up.” Dimitri smiled. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

Jim let go, narrowing his eyes. “Good luck trying to work your bullshit on me. It won't work.” He spat, turning to leave.

Just as he was about to close the door, he distinctly heard Dimitri call out, “Don't bet on it.”

A/N: So not the best first introductions... ^^; Will Jim outlast his therapy sessions, or will Dimitri be able to get through to him and find out what's got Jim on edge? Find out in the next segment!
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