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]

"…sort of. At least 3 days a week."

[burnedwolf]

"Will you make this semester like this?" Peter asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"I don't know. Maybe." Stiles shrugs sheepishly.

[burnedwolf]

"I just don't want you to be separated from your friends if you need to repeat a year." Peter sighs. "Please, try your best to go to school." he adds gently. "And how do you handle strangers?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Summer school," Stiles murmurs, shrinking a little in his seat. "I'm fine with them. No one has…boxed me in."

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods with a sigh.

"So you're only afraid in crowds." he sums up. "So what do you think if I call in a stranger right now, will you be okay?"

[totallynotrobin]

"…I guess." Stiles says slowly, frowning at him. "Who would you call in?"

[burnedwolf]

"My nephew needs to get used to other people's presence too and sometimes I call him in on my sessions. Of course we're not going to discuss anything personal. But it's just a test how you two are handling strangers and also a good practice too. But I need your approval first." Peter speaks. It might not be an ordinary method, but it could be good to get them used to strangers.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles nods slowly, granting his approval. "Okay. I can - I'll be fine, as long as he doesn't get too close..."

[burnedwolf]

"You don't have to be afraid of that." Peter smiles a little and stands from his chair. "Wait here until I get him, just a few minutes." he assures Stiles and goes to get his nephew from the other office. A few minutes later Peter enters with Derek who is a little unsure and looking like he's in a pretty murderous mood.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles has curled up a bit in his chair, a little unsure and watching Derek carefully. He certainly appears more dangerous than Stiles, and that scowl doesn't help anything.

[burnedwolf]

Derek watches the boy warily too and freezes. Then Peter puts his hand on his shoulder and that relaxes him a bit. Peter makes Derek sit in the chair nearby Stiles, but he made sure it's not that close.

"Alright boys. Now I want you to talk. Introduce yourselves and tell as much as you're willing to share." Peter tells them as he sits down too, taking his notes.

[totallynotrobin]

"…I'm Stiles," Stiles begins, when it doesn't look like Derek is going to do much talking. "I'm here because - um - something…happened. So. I play lacrosse?"

[burnedwolf]

Derek doesn't answer at all he doesn't even look interested. Peter sighs a little.

"Thank you Stiles, that's perfect." he says quietly. "Derek, please."

The man sighs.

"Derek. I'm here because I have to. I like basketball." Derek mutters, staring at his feet.

[totallynotrobin]

"Is Peter your therapist too?" Stiles asks cluelessly. At least he can make eye contact. "Are you good at basketball? I kind of suck at lacrosse."

[burnedwolf]

Peter just smiles, though he eyes Derek a little.

"Something like that. He's my uncle." Derek answers, sounding a bit annoyed, not looking up. "I am."

And then silence again and Peter refuses the urge to roll his eyes.

[totallynotrobin]

"Are you allowed to treat family?" Stiles glances over at Peter. Derek is...not very responsive, and he wonders if he was like this too. "...cool."

[burnedwolf]

"It's not exactly an official treatment " Peter chuckles.

"And I don't need it." Derek looks up, glaring.

"You really want to be alone for the rest of your life then?" Peter retorts and that silences Derek. Peter sighs, looking at Stiles.

"Thank you Stiles. You're doing well. Now I need both of you to tell the other one thing you like about yourself and why."

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles watches the exchange quietly. That felt a little personal for him to witness. "You know I don't have answer to that question. But I can tell you what I like about Derek? His conversationalist skills are utterly unparalleled."

[burnedwolf]

Peter now turns his gaze at Stiles, but waits if Derek has any reply besides a snort.

"I don't have to say anything now." Derek remarks at last and Peter sighs.

"Children, we are all here for a reason." he starts. "Please try to find something you like about yourself, anything. It could be a small thing too."

[totallynotrobin]

"Fine," Stiles sighs, a part of him really wanting to obey Peter. "Um...I can make really good crepes."

[burnedwolf]

"Very good, Stiles." Peter smiles a little.

"I don't like crepes." Derek remarks and Peter already opens his mouth to say something, but his nephew is faster. "I like to work out, I'm good at it."

"...Good." Peter finishes with a nod. "See it's not that difficult."

[totallynotrobin]

"You'd like my crepes." Stiles says confidently. "One won't kill you."

[burnedwolf]

"I don't like sweets in general." Derek insists, rubbing his hands together and clearly getting more nervous. But Peter smiles a little, because Stiles is talking and while it might irk Derek it's still useful.

"Maybe next time you can bring some." Peter remarks as he takes a few notes.

[totallynotrobin]

"It has fruit in it too. Do you know you can put anything in crepes? Ham and eggs? Spinach and cheese?"

"...Sure, if you want." Stiles glances at Peter and nods.