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Poison	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Treasure Planet Views: 642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon

A/N: [Insert legal technicalities here.]

Three weeks passed before Jim knew it, as he was getting accustomed to waking up early to attend community service, picking up trash and disposing of it in the portable trash compactor that followed him and a group of other misfits around. He was glad that the five hour job was only once every other week. The therapy sessions weren't as favorable.

Since the end of their first meeting, Jim refused to talk to Dimitri and it seemed the doctor was of the same opinion. But after the sixth session without speaking, Jim figured that Dimitri remained quiet just so Jim would open up first. That suited Jim just fine. He was determined to sit there until the session was up.

And it was four sessions later that his winning streak became short-lived.

Jim was sitting on the couch, like all of the other previous times. Dimitri sat across from him, flipping through a book, a habit that he made since their sessions became a silent waiting game. Jim tilted his head slightly and noticed the title with more than a passing interest.

The History of an Early Montressor, by Simon Genome.

Jim grinned, recognizing it. “I read that in my last year of school.”

Dimitri looked up from his place in the book, beaming. “Yes... A good book that details the planet's establishment and inhabitants. I have always enjoyed reading this.”

“My favorite part was reading about Montressor's founder, Neigling Montressor.” Jim said with enthusiasm.

“Neigling Montressor was a great being of his time, having opposed the injustices of Planet Copernicus.”

“He's one person I would have enjoyed meeting, if he were alive today.”

“Is he an inspiration of yours?”

“Of course! Finding such a hospitable planet for all of the oppressed people of Copernicus to live in peace is something to idolize!”

“I couldn't agree more! Are there any other inspiring people you look up to?”

“Well, there's Conig Seegurd, who invented solar surfers, and Almont Grendill.”

“The mathematician that came up with and patented blue prints to the Space Port?”

“Yea! If not for him, we wouldn't be seeing many merchant ships out here and that would put a lot of places, including Benbow Inn, out of business.”

“I see.” Dimitri nodded, impressed. “You choose these people for very admirable qualities and for great deeds they've done to help along the many species throughout the galaxy. They're truly revolutionaries of history.”

“Yea...” Jim trailed off, a smile on his lips.

“Was your father one of the people you looked up to?”

Jim threw the therapist a disgusted look, and quickly turned away.

“Not so, huh?” Dimitri asked, apology eminent in his voice.

“Not ever.” The brunette youth said apathetically.

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Dimitri set his book down on the table.

An uncomfortable silence passed between the two.

“Was he hard to live with?”

Jim laughed bitterly. “How should I know? I never saw him and he left when I was twelve.”

“I see...” Dimitri said, feeling strangely guilty for re-opening an obvious wound. But he knew he had no choice but to continue on the painful subject. “You looked up to him once, though, I assume.”

“...At one point.”

“You miss him, don't you?”

The eighteen year old turned to face Dimitri so suddenly, that Dimitri flinched, expecting an attack. “I don't fucking miss that asshole! He doesn't deserve to be missed!”

“But you hold so much anger and regret. It's obvious that you-”

SLAM!

Dimitri warily watched Jim's fists shake on the table.

“FUCK HIM!” He spat, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Dr. Sudayev stood up from his seat and sat down next to his troubled patient. “Jim,” he spoke softly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, “I understand you're upset. And I know you're in a lot of pain. You must not put any of that blame upon yourself, though. Although you may not admit it now, but somewhere within yourself, you're putting all that guilt and weight upon your shoulders. It was never your fault that he left. Learn to let go and release your pain. That is the only way you'll heal.”

Amidst his rakish sobs, Jim spoke with utter clarity. “He was never my father! I blame him! He broke Mom's heart! I had to pick her up when he left! I had to run the Inn while she laid in bed, sick, because she stopped eating! She almost died because of him! FUCK HIM! I WISH HE WAS DEAD!!”

Dimitri could feel the pain and afflictions of an empty childhood as it rolled off of Jim in waves as he emotionally bled out.

“My father and mother gave me up to an orphanage.” The young doctor heard himself say.

Jim turned his deep, watery brown eyes to the man next to him, wiping his tears away on his leather sleeve. “What?”

“I was abandoned, too, Jim. I know how you feel.” He didn't know why he was telling him this. Dimitri had never shared his personal life with anyone before, hiding the fact that he was unwanted as a toddler. Ashamed, even.

“Oh... I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. I wasn't old enough to remember them.” Dimitri reclined back against the couch. “But when I came to the age and understood that my parents weren't around, were never around, I grew to hate them, just like you grew to hate your father. It was only when I started studying psychology when I was fifteen that I learned to let go of that grudge and just accept that this is how my life is supposed to turn out. And because of that understanding, I turned out better than most people expected.” He chuckled slightly. “So I know you can do better. You have as much potential as I did.”

Drawing his knees up to lean his chin against them, Jim looked distantly out in front of him. “No one's ever tried to understand. All they ever kept telling me was to get over it.” Jim admitted.

Dimitri sat back up and leaned forward with his elbows resting against his legs. “Well, then know this: I'm not expecting you to get over it. Not any time soon. Nor should you just because some one tells you to. When you're ready, you'll heal. You're a great guy, Jim. I can see that, even if no one else will.” He put a hand over Jim's.

Jim looked over at Dimitri. A sudden burst of butterflies crawled around in his stomach at the simple gesture.

“You're a great guy, too, Dimitri.”

And before either one of them knew what was happening, something unexpected occurred...

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“How was therapy today, Jim?” Delbert asked eagerly.

“It was good.” Jim replied, walking out the front door of the building with Delbert in tow.

“So did Dr. Sudayev have anything to say?”

“Other than that he'll expect me tomorrow? No, not really.”

“Oh.” Delbert's ears drooped in disappointment. “I had noticed that your session was thirty minutes longer than usual, so I was hoping that maybe you did more than just sit there.”

Jim shrugged, nonchalant. “Yea, well, I guess he thought that by holding me over would get me to respond.” He shook his head. “Sorry, no shrink is getting into my head.”

Dr. Doppler snapped the reigns when they stepped inside the caravan to get the strange beast at it's head going. “You know your mother's going to be disapproving that you're not taking your therapy seriously.” He lectured.

“Yea, yea...” Jim said distractedly, as he looked out of his side of the caravan, oddly smiling.

Delbert noticed. “What are you smiling about, Jim?”

“Hm? Oh, just a joke some one told me.”

“Ah... Okay.”

What Delbert failed to notice, though, was Jim's reddening cheeks.

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A/N: Hmmm... I'm no doubt going to be pestered into telling what had happened in that office. ^^ But that's for me to know and for you to find out in a later chapter! Stay tuned to find out more! :D
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