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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 sat with his hands folded neatly on his bare desk as he waited for Stormy to be brought in for her session. Darcy's earlier display and Dr. Foler's notes had made him decide it might not be a good idea to leave anything laying out that could be thrown about, smashed to pieces, ripped to shreds or used as a weapon, so he had taken advantage of the delay while Stormy was seeing the healers to put away everything on his desk. He hoped after this first session it wouldn't be necessary to do so again.
When Stormy finally arrived, Dr. Shreever was unsurprised to see that the guards came in with her, each one holding one of her arms to restrain her in case she should do or try anything violent. Stormy's seemingly perpetual anger was on a low simmer at the moment, about as good a start as Dr. Shreever could have hoped for. He was well aware that this initial meeting with the tempestuous young witch would be crucial in setting the tone for all of their future sessions. Once the guards were standing at attention in front of his desk, Stormy bracketted between them, he waved a dismissive hand at them.
"Thank you gentlemen. That will be all. You may leave us now."
The two guards looked at each other in susprise. The one on the right moved forward a half step.
"Sir, with all due respect, do you think that wise?"
His companion chimed in.
"In the past Dr. Foler always had us strap this one down before ..."
Dr, Shreever held up a hand to interrupt.
"I am well aware of this patient's history and how my esteemed colleague handled his sessions with her, however I do not believe such measures will be necessary this time. You may wait outside until it is time for her to go back. I will call you if I need anything."
The two guards exchanged a concerned glance, afraid that the doctor was making a grave error in overconfidence. They shrugged, saluted him, and left the office, leaving their charge in his hands. For her part, Stormy stood with her arms crossed, gazing doubtfully at the psychologist.
"You're either pretty gutsy or pretty stupid. You really think you can handle me without your big, strong guards around to protect you?"
Dr. Shreever steepled his fingers in front of him.
"Well that's what we are here to find out, now isn't it?"
Stormy smirked at him and glanced around the office for the first time since being brought in. The vacant desk had not escaped her notice, but it was the fish tank that drew her immediate attention. She walked over to take a closer look at the colorful fish swimming about.
"Wow, so you keep fish here, do you? Ole Doc Foler never had the guts to try that."
Dr. Shreever lowered his hands to the desk and smiled.
"Maybe he doesn't like fish. I shall have to ask him about that sometime."
Stormy turned back to look at him with a frown.
"So why'd Doc Foler give up on us? We not worth his time anymore?"
Dr. Shreever quirked up one side of his mouth in a wry grin.
"Personally I think he was becoming appalled at what his lack of progress with the three of you was doing to his professional record. Simply put, he gave up because he couldn't handle you."
Stromy set her hands on her hips and gave him a challenging half smile.
"And I suppose you think you can?"
Dr. Shreever spread his hands and shrugged.
"As I said before, we shall see. So, how was your visit to the healers?"
Stormy walked over behind the chair in front of Dr. Shreever's desk and gripped the back of it with both hands, leaning over it as she glowered at him.
"Lousy. Those people are first class pervs. First some guy kept rubbing my sore foot like he had a foot fetish or something. Then they made me strip naked and soak in a hot spring for a while. And as if that wasn't bad enough, then they wanted me to lie down naked on a table so they could run their hands all over me! Just what kind of operation are you people running here anyway?"
Dr. Shreever chuckled at Stormy's misapprehension.
"A foot massage, a relaxing soak in the hot spring, and a full body massage. Nothing untoward about that. Our healers are highly trained professionals employing the best in time tested theraputic techniques. What you experienced was nothing more or less than a top quality spa treatment. The only thing that strikes me as odd is why they thought you needed a foot massage. Did you manage to injure your foot somehow when you fell out of the tree?"
Stormy pulled back a little bit and looked away in obvious embarrassment.
"No. I, um, sort of, uh, ... kicked the tree ... afterwards."
Dr. Shreever ran his hand over his face to hide the humorous smile he couldn't quite keep inside upon hearing this.
"Ah, I see. Kicked the tree. In sandals, no less. I can certainly see why you would need a foot massage after that. So how do you feel after your therapy session?"
Irritated by her repeated humiliations due to her poor judgment and misconstruing the meaning of the doctor's question, Stormy turned a firece glare on the psychologist.
"How do I feel?!? I'll tell you how I feel! I hate these stupid sessions!! Every god damned day the guards drag me off to spend an hour bored out of my skull while some stupid know-it-all shrink keeps bugging me with stupid, nosey questions! I hate it!! I HATE IT!!"
Before she even finished screaming, Stormy dashed over to the bookcase where she started tearing books and magazines off the shelves and throwing them about the room in a fit of rage. In a flash, Dr. Shreever bolted up out of his chair and rounded his desk, intent on restraining the raging witch.
"Please calm down Stormy! This isn't helping!"
Unfortunately Stormy was in no mood to listen to reason.
"I hate this place! I hate being stuck in here! I want out! I want my own clothes back! I want my powers back! I want my life back!! HRRRRAAAAAHHH!!!"
With an inarticulate cry of rage she chucked a leather-bound volume at the doctor's head. He managed to duck the flying tome, close the distance between them and grab her wrist.
"Stormy! Restrain yourself!"
Far from complying, Stormy grabbed another book off the shelf and whacked him upside the head with it. Dr. Shreever reeled about in pain and shock, accidently releasing his hold on her wrist. Before he had time to realize what was happening, Stormy leaped onto his back, clamped her legs around his waist, wrapped one arm around his throat and started pulling at his hair. Taken off guard and off balance, Dr. Shreever cried out in pain and staggered backward into the bookcase, knocking more books and magazines on the floor. He grabbed both of her arms, trying to break her hold on him.
"Get off of me!"
Just then the door opened as the two guards came rushing into the room. As they paused to take in the situation, Dr. Shreever let go of one of Stormy's arms and held out a hand toward them.
"You two, get out! I didn't call for your assistance. I have everything under control. Aaah!"
Stormy gave the doctor's hair an especially vicious yank, proving that he did not have things quite as under control as he would have them believe. The two guards looked at each other uncertainly. They were supposed to obey orders but the doctor clearly seemed in need of their help. Meanwhile Stormy let go of his hair and started trying to claw his eyes out. As he struggled to maintain his balance and fend off Stormy's nails, Dr. Shreever glared at the two gawking guards.
"What are you still doing here?!? I said get out!"
With a mutual shrug, the two guards turned and walked out the door, closing it behind them. Having realized she wasn't getting anywhere attacking with her hands, Stormy hauled off and kicked him with her heels, aiming for his crotch but only hitting his thighs. Dr. Shreever staggered and grunted in pain.
"Oh, that is it young lady! I've tried reasoning with you, but now I'm going to have to make you listen!"
With that, a rippling green aura shot through with darker patches enveloped his hands. It rapidly spread to surround Stormy's entire body. She barely had time to register that something was wrong before she was ripped from the doctor's back, hurled across the room, and pinned to the far wall. Now free of the burden on his back, Dr. Shreever straightened his robe and smoothed back his hair.
"Ah, there we are. Much better. You know, I'd have to say we are making excellent progress today. It took Dr. Foler three whole days just to provoke you into attacking him, yet I've done it in one. I suppose that must mean I'm three times better than he is. Hah! Take that Dr. Foler!"
Stormy struggled to get loose, but the strange energy had formed into bands around her waist, wrists and ankles, pinning her inches off the floor. She grunted and growled in frustration.
"Hrrr!! What the hell is this?! You've got winx?! What are you, some kind of wizard or something?"
Dr, Shreever strolled casually over to Stormy with a wicked grin on his face.
"A wizard? Don't insult me. Certainly nothing so trivial. To be perfectly accurate, what I am is a warlock."
Stormy stopped struggling as her jaw dropped and she stared at the psychologist in wide-eyed shock and fear.
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