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]

Stiles smiles softly and nods. Sure, it is. But it's easier to consider with Peter there.

[burnedwolf]

"Are you ready to continue?" Peter asks with a sigh.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles nods, settling back in his seat. "Yes. I am."

[burnedwolf]

"Perfect." Peter licks his lips, leaning back too. "So, he chatted you up, took you out, violated you and left. We were already talking about what happened after." he sums with a bit dry throat. "What is that you remember the most vividly about it?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles nods to everything Peter says before sighing. "I remember being in a lot of pain. I just…stayed there for a while, I'm not quite sure how long."

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods. They were talking about that, yes.

"And that's the thing you remember the most. Pain and... being left behind?" Peter asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah," Stiles says softly. "I wasn't even worried he'd come back. He was done with me. I knew that."

[burnedwolf]

The doctor nods slightly, looking down.

"Because he told you he didn't want you?" he mutters. "Are you afraid he will come back now?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah…" The teen sighs softly, twitching in his seat again.

"No." Stiles says softly. "No, I don't think he will."

[burnedwolf]

Peter tilts his head to the side, eying Stiles. He knows he should tap into that issue too, but he wasn't sure it's his task.

"But you're afraid." he remarks, indicating the question that 'why'.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yes, I guess I am still afraid," Stiles admits. "I don't really know why. Not of him, exactly…maybe that there might be another like him."

[burnedwolf]

"Like that man in the grocery store?" Peter asks quietly, with a bit of a soft smile. "But, actually this is good, Stiles. Not being afraid of your attacker like this. It's good. Now we just have to make you see that not everyone is like that."

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah." Stiles nods slowly. "I hope so."

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles, thank you for telling me all this." Peter sighs, clicking his pen. He's silent for a while, reading and thinking about the session and how he should proceed. Then he looks up, eyes on the boy.

"For your homework, I would like you to tell your father why did you attack that man in the store."

[totallynotrobin]

"Of course. I…trust you." Stiles admits, before letting the silence permeate. He wondered what Peter was thinking, and then…

"No." Stiles says abruptly. "I-I can't. Please, I can't."

[burnedwolf]

Peter smiles a little, but it's not going to help Stiles if he only trusts him. He's eying the boy a little concerned.

"Stiles, it will make him understand it better." he tried. "Talk to him."

[totallynotrobin]

"I don't want him to know." Stiles says firmly. "Please don't make me."

[burnedwolf]

"Is it easier like this? Not talking about it?" Peter asked patiently, leaning forward. "It's not the easiest way, but it's the right one. Stiles, all you need to tell your father that why you thought that person was a threat and why were you afraid. Tell that much."

[totallynotrobin]

"Yes." Stiles looks away from him, picking at his sleeve. "I can't. Not him."

[burnedwolf]

Peter sighs, rubbing at his chin.

"What about Scott. Would it be easier to tell him?" he asks quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"…yeah." Stiles sighs reluctantly. "Yeah, I might be able to with him."

[burnedwolf]

"Alright, then that is your task." Peter nods, eying Stiles. "Tell Scott what happened in the store, and why. Call me when you did, you don't have to wait for our next session to tell me. Will that be okay?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Yes." Stiles bites his lip, still nervous about it.

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles." Peter starts, leaning over to cover the boy's hand with his. "You will have to talk about this with others than me. It's a crucial part of your therapy."

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles relaxes a little at the physical contact, glancing up at Peter. "I…I know. It's just hard."