Sex Therapist AU

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles is sure this was a terrible idea. Absolutely terrible. He's shaking as he sits, waiting, in the man's office. After everything that happened...he can't do this. He should leave. No - he isn leaving. He's going to walk out that door and -

But Stiles is frozen by fear. His nails are digging into his palm, jaw clenched. Move. Get up. Get out before he shows up. I'm sorry, Dr. Hale, I couldn't make it. Yeah. Sounds plausible.

It was a Wrong Place, Wrong Time type of thing. Actually, it was the Wrong Drink. Worst part was, it wasn't even meant for him. But when the guy figured out he'd roofie'd the wrong kid, well - might as well get something out of it, right? And for some sick reason, that made him feel worse, that he wasn't the intended target. That he was some kind of second class, even for a sick fuck like that. From there, it was all downhill.

So he's stuck in that chair, dreading the moment his new therapist opened the door.

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[totallynotrobin]

"Of course, yes. Thank you for coming." He doesn't say anything to dissuade Peter, especially when Stiles droops a little.

[burnedwolf]

"It's just natural. Stiles is my patient, I feel responsible for him. Especially if the incident is connected to what I want to help him with." Peter explained. He smiles at Stiles for a second. "But I should go, there is no need for me to be here anymore." he says, though he glances at the sheriff. "Also, if you have any questions about Stiles' therapy you can always call me."

[totallynotrobin]

"I'll do that," The Sheriff nods, and Stiles' eyes widen a little. Peter won't say anything about their sessions, right? He promised.

[burnedwolf]

"Of course I can't talk about anything specific. What Stiles tells me is not for others to hear, but I'd gladly answer any questions regarding how to handle... this situation." Peter speaks with a nod.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles relaxes and his father nods his understanding. "I'll certainly take you up on that. Thank you, truly, for everything."

[burnedwolf]

"It's my job, Mr. Stilinski. You too continue to support your son through this. He needs it." Peter smiles. "I'll take my leave then." he started, looking at Stiles for a second.

[totallynotrobin]

"Thank you," Stiles echoes his father quietly, offering Peter a small smile.

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods at both of them before he moves the door.

"Take care, both of you." he smiles and leaves.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles doesn't see Peter again until their next session, but his father definitely calls to ask about the progression of his son's treatment.

[burnedwolf]

Peter tells the sheriff that Stiles is going slow with this therapy and it's natural to have setbacks like the other day. He also assures him that Stiles will open up soon, if not already to him again and advised about groups who are helping victims of rape. All in all Peter gave all the help the man could need to understand his son's situation a bit better.

[totallynotrobin]

The Sheriff is grateful for it. Stiles just…won't talk to him, won't touch him, won't go out with Scott anymore. It's been very worrying.

[burnedwolf]

Peter also tells the sheriff to involve Scott in it too. That inform him and talk to him about Stiles' condition. They are two of the closest to Stiles and that's why they might be able to help him after they reach the point in therapy where he talks to others about it.

[totallynotrobin]

The Sheriff will think about it. Scott can never keep his mouth shut, poor kid, and he doesn't want to make this harder on Stiles. But maybe it's what he needs.

[burnedwolf]

Peter advises not to force anything with Stiles, but still try to nudge him in a direction. He will also help him in therapy.

[totallynotrobin]

"Hi, Peter," Stiles greets him quietly, peeking in the doorway of his office.

[burnedwolf]

Peter smiles up at the boy, motioning over the chairs.

"Welcome, Stiles. Just in time." he starts, closing the boy's file and placing it on the table before he sits down too. "How was your week?"

[totallynotrobin]

"It was alright." Stiles moves into the room to sit down. "I…didn't go to school."

[burnedwolf]

Peter frowns, even if it was expected. But his voice is still quiet as he asks.

"You didn't? Why?"

[totallynotrobin]

"I didn't want to," Stiles shrugs and rubs his arm. His cheek and eye are bruised, healing over.

[burnedwolf]

"Because of what happened?" Peter asks, taking a pen. He notes the healing injuries too with a sigh.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah," Stiles admits, glancing up at Peter. "I just didn't want to."

[burnedwolf]

"Were you afraid that someone will hurt you, or that you will hurt someone?" the doctor advances, tilting his head to the side a little.

[totallynotrobin]

"Both, sort of." Stiles sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's hard just to be around people."

[burnedwolf]

Peter sighs, nodding in understanding. They have to start it all over again, seems like it.

"Of course it is." he smiles a little. "But does anything bad happen in school despite the crowd?" he asks.

[totallynotrobin]

"Nothing more than the usual teasing." But it hits harder now.