Red Sky || Christian and London
London glowered at the nurse. A third therapist. That was too far. The fact that this was just a preliminary meeting and wouldn't necessarily lead to regular therapy sessions didn't matter. The fact remained, London now had three therapists on her ass, not to mention the head of level two checking up on her at regular intervals.
One therapist that sodded off to move house or whatever it was she had chosen over her patients, one that decided he wanted to draw London and share stories of murder, and one doctor that thought he was the queen of England.
This one's probably a child molester, she thought childishly. Or maybe an author doing research for a book, just posing as a therapist.
Apparently it was too much to ask for a nice, normal therapist that could easily be forgotten. It set her on edge, having to see so many different people. With just one therapist, London could easily get to know their methods, how they thought, and she could handle them. They kept throwing new staff members at her though, and it made things confusing. Maybe that was their idea-- introduce so many therapists that she would trip up and say something true.
Well, London accepted their challenge, and damned if she fell for any of it.
Dismissing the nurse with a regal wave, she decided not to think about this new therapist until the last possible moment. That was her way with unpleasant things. Pretend they don't exist until you have no other choice. And it was surprisingly easy, picking at the unidentifiable grey goo they served for lunch, spending her free hour with Jason, but time never stands still for London, much as she wishes it would, and eventually she had to force herself to the new therapist's office.
Even the sound of her knuckles tapping against his door sounded alien and unpleasantly foreign. For someone as acclimatised to change - jobs, houses, relationships, personalities - as she was, London had a certain dislike of it. She had expected to settle down at Belvedere, and in some ways she had. Just not, apparently, with therapists.
Maybe, she thought happily as she let herself in to the room, this third therapist was because she was such a conundrum. They could make neither head nor tail of her, and so they had to get multiple perspectives.
Yes, she liked that thought a great deal.
"Alright, sir?" she said, raising her fingers to her brow in a casual salute. "London Bauer. Welcome to Belvedere and all that. Nice office. Very fancy. Doctor Carrington's got a fancy office too, have you seen it? Like Buckingham Palace or something,"
