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Therapy: Three Witches and a Shrink	By : Shaellin Category: +S through Z > Winx Club Views: 7187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dr. Shreever looked up from the notes he had been organizing when he heard the knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Darcy sauntered nonchalantly into the room. As with Icy before her, Dr. Shreever gave Darcy a minute to look around while the guards closed the door behind her. As he observed the way her gaze traveled about the room he couldn't help but notice her striking beauty, a beauty hardly diminished by the simple robes all the patients at Light Haven were required to wear. Where Icy's beauty was cold and a bit haughty, Darcy's was warmer and darker, a young woman who knew the effect her looks had upon men and took full advantage of it. 'The Seductress,' he mentally labeled her. Of the three, Dr. Foler's notes on her had been the least specific. Dr. Shreever was beginning to appreciate why. She moved with the easy grace of a young woman so used to flaunting her good looks that she did so without conscious effort. Dr. Shreever reflected that there might well have been more than one reason why Dr. Foler had resisted giving up on these three witches for so long... and why he ultimately decided that he must do so. When at last Darcy turned her enigmatic smile on him, Dr. Shreever knew she was one to be careful of. Casually she strolled over to stand in front of his desk.
"So, you're this Dr. Shreever Icy was going on about. You're certainly easier on the eyes than Doc Foler was, I'll give you that."
Dr. Shreever resisted the urge to return the compliment and instead replied, "I'm flattered. Please, have a seat Darcy."
Without a word, Darcy turned and seated herself on the edge of Dr. Shreever's desk. She leaned back on her arms and crossed her legs underneath her robe, casually putting herself on display. She smiled at him and was surprised to see him smiling back at her in amusement. She raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"You find something funny?"
Dr. Shreever shook his head.
"I just couldn't help thinking about when Icy was brought in to see me earlier. Then, I was the one sitting on the edge of my desk and Icy was the one sitting where I am now."
Darcy grinned back at him.
"That's Icy for you."
Dr. Shreever gave her a mildly amused grin in return.
"So I gather. However it is you we're here to discuss. Tell me, how are you faring here at Light Haven?"
Darcy turned her head aside, a look of boredom appearing on her face.
"It's alright I suppose, but it's boring as hell. There's nothing to do but wander aimlessly around that damned meadow all day long. Then there's those irritating love and kindness sermons every hour driving us all nuts. To top it off there's nobody to harass and nothing we can really hurt there except ourselves."
Dr. Shreever placed a concerned hand on the one Darcy had planted on his desk.
"Did you manage to hurt yourself somehow?"
Darcy yanked her hand away in annoyance.
"No, Stormy did. She fell out of a tree today when the branch she was hanging off of broke."
Dr. Shreever winced sympatheticly.
"Ouch. That must have hurt."
Darcy looked at Dr. Shreever and grinned at him.
"She was asking for it, although I was a little concerned when it first happened. She just bruised her back is all, I think."
Dr. Shreever pulled a sheet of paper in front of him and jotted down a brief note.
"I'll see to it that she's taken to see the healers before today's session."
Darcy gave him a doubtful look.
"You sure you wanna do that? She might be less trouble for you if she's gotta be careful of her back."
He set the paper aside and gave Darcy a smirk.
"Thank you for your concern, but I think I would prefer to start off my first session with Stormy on the right foot. I'd rather she wasn't cranky all session because her back hurts."
Darcy smirked back at him and shrugged.
"Suit yourself, but I seriously doubt there is a right foot to start out on with her. If all you get out of her is cranky consider yourself lucky."
Dr. Shreever picked up his pen and notepad.
"I'll keep that in mind. We seem to have wandered off track though. We're here to talk about you."
With one fluid motion, Darcy swung her legs up on top of the desk and lay back to wind up reclining on her side facing the doctor, neatly avoiding the various knick-knacks on his desk so effortlessly it was clear she had been plotting this move for the past few minutes. Propping herself up on one elbow, she gave him a sexy, lazy grin.
"You want to talk about me? I'm flattered."
Sensing the game she was playing, Dr. Shreever set aside the pen and notepad, leaned forward propping his elbow on the desk and his chin on his hand, and gave her a playful grin.
"Of course I want to talk about you. You're a fascinating young lady. I'd just love to know what's going on in that devious little mind of yours."
Darcy propped herself up a little higher and leaned in closer to him, running her fingers seductively along his jawline as she gazed deeply into his eyes.
"And I'd like to know how a good-looking guy like you wound up as a shrink in a place like this."
Dr. Shreever captured her hand in his and planted a very chaste kiss upon her knuckles before releasing it and leaning back in his chair.
"Once again, you flatter me. Actally there isn't that much to tell. I was once a patient here myself. Had a rather nasty attitude back then, but eventually they cured me of that. While I was here I developed quite an interest in psychology. I made a few inquiries and when they released me they made arrangements for me to go to college and earn my degree. After that I came back here to begin my practice. The rest, as they say, is history."
Darcy had been a little taken off guard by that kiss on the hand, but by the time Dr. Shreever finished speaking she had managed to regain her self-assurance. She leaned back and twirled her finger around the tiny crystal ball in it's cradle on the desk.
"So, from inmate to warden just like that?"
Dr. Shreever grinned and shook his head.
"'Just like that?' Hardly, my dear. It takes years of higher education to earn a doctorate in psychology. Add to that the time it took for them to rehabilitate me before I was ready to be released to pursue my degree and you're looking at 15 years between my being committed here and my triumphant return as a practitioner. Also, you seem to be under the misapprehension that this is some sort of prison when in fact it is not. This is a mental health and wellness facility. Many people come here voluntarily to recover from the stress of daily living as sort of a vacation, while others come on a more long-term basis seeking enlightenment. Very few guests are actually here involuntarily as you and your sisters are."
Darcy wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"You make it sound like some sort of combination resort spa and monestary."
Dr. Shreever smiled back at her.
"A very apt way to put it! Light Haven is the premier center for psychological recuperation and rehabilitation in the entire magiverse. You should feel honored that your cases were deemed severe enough to warrant bringing you here."
Darcy rolled her eyes. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Lucky us, locked up in the poshest looney bin in all the realms."
Dr. Shreever planted his elbow on the desk and his chin on his fist as he regarded her.
"If that is how you wish to see it. Toward that end, is there anything I can do to make your stay here more pleasant? I do have some pull around here and I can arrange a few adjustments in your accommodations, within reason of course."
Darcy's smile returned as she leaned toward Dr. Shreever with a seductive look in her eyes.
"I don't suppose you could arrange to get us out of here?"
Dr. Shreever grinned back at her.
"Absolutely... once I'm convinced that the three of you have exhibited sufficient progress in your therapy to become productive members of society. Anything I can do for you in the meantime?"
Darcy's smile faded to a frown at that, but after a moment it returned as she thought of something she would like.
"How about a pizza? We haven't had any decent food since we got here."
Dr. Shreever's smile grew wider.
"Certainly. I don't see why not."
Darcy's eyes grew wider in surprise. She hadn't actually expected the doctor to agree to that.
"Really? You'll get us a pizza? With whatever toppings we want?"
Dr. Shreever chuckled good-naturedly at Darcy's reaction.
"Within reason. Nothing exotic like eye of newt or human entrails of course, but as long as you keep it reasonable I'll be happy to accomodate you. I'll inform the guards to take your order when they take you back to the meadow. In the meantime, perhaps you would be more comfortable on the couch rather than this hard, rigid desk?"
Darcy reached out and playfully stroked a finger down the doctor's chest.
"I don't know. I'm rather partial to things that are hard and stiff."
Dr. Shreever smiled jovially at Darcy's blatant sexual innuendo.
"Well I would feel better if I didn't have to worry about the damage you are doing to my notes by lolling about on them."
Darcy looked down at the desk underneath her and noticed several papers which were rapidly getting crinkled up due to her shifting positions on top of them. She plucked one from beneath her and glanced at it. She noted with some interest that it was about Icy. She read it aloud.
"'Patient 08372: Icy. Subject does not seem to be adjusting well to her environment. Exhibits symptoms of restlessness and irritation when questioned about her accomodations. Reacts vehemently to mention of the fairy Bloom who defeated her and her sisters. Rather sharp. Saw right through my attempt to needle her into venting her frustration. Will have to keep changing up my approach with her until I find out what works.' Hah! Good luck with that! Icy's the smartest of us all. No way is she gonna fall for your head games."
Dr. Shreever snatched the paper from Darcy's hand with a reproving scowl.
"I would thank you not to be reading my notes. These are private psychological records. Premitting anyone other than myself to read them could constitute a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality. Now if you would please, kindly remove yourself from my desk."
Darcy stared blankly for a moment, momentarily taken aback by this unexpectedly stern side of the doctor. She recovered quickly though, and gave him a mischeivous grin.
"Well, since you asked so nicely ..."
She rolled over onto her other side and swung her legs down off the desk with only slightly less grace than she had shown getting on it in the first place. She hopped off the desk and sauntered over to the couch where she laid herself out in a seductive fashion. She rolled onto her left side and turned her upper body so she could fold her arms over the raised end of the couch and prop her chin on her arms. She grinned at the doctor teasingly.
"Is this more to your liking?"
Dr. Shreever shook his head and chuckled as he straightened up the papers on his desk.
"My dear Darcy, either you are an incorrigible flirt or you are trying to seduce me."
Darcy settled in a little more comfortably with a smug little smirk.
"Is it working?"
Dr. Shreever turned his eyes upward and tapped his chin with his pen for a moment in thought.
"Mmm, yes, I suppose that it is."
Darcy put on a little pouty face of displeasure.
"Great. Now I can't tell if you're being serious or not."
Dr. Shreever smiled brightly at her as he picked up his notepad and got up to walk over to the chair beside the couch.
"Good! Then I suppose that means I'm back in charge. Shall we get started then?"
Darcy blinked in bewilderment as she sought to figure out how she had just lost control of the situation. Then she broke out in a lop-sided smirk as she propped herself up on her side.
"Icy was right about you. You are going to be fun."
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