totallynotrobin | Sex Therapist AU

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

"I know that." Stiles assures. "…no, I don't think so." What could Scott do?

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burnedwolf

Peter sighs again, not wanting to press the matter right now. That's what therapy is for. But he will need to get Stiles to talk to Scott. They are the same age, they are supposed to be a team against the world. Especially in a situation like this.

"Did you do your homework yet?" Peter asks on a lighter tone.

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totallynotrobin

"…no." Stiles confesses. "I'm sorry. I tried. But Harris yelled at me and I just…didn't."

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burnedwolf

The doctor nods, wondering if he should call Stiles' father about the teacher and his methods. He might set his work back, but again, he wants Stiles to handle the world on his own.

"And the one I gave you?" Peter asks softly then.

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totallynotrobin

"…I did it. I touched my dad's hand the other night when I handed him the salt. It…it was intentional."

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burnedwolf

"That's great, Stiles." Peter smiles. "I'm proud of you. How did you feel?"

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totallynotrobin

"Nervous, mostly. I mean, even though it's just my dad."

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burnedwolf

"But despite that you still did it. Maybe you should do it more. As many times as you feel like it. You could count it too, if you want." Peter says.

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totallynotrobin

"I don't know," Stiles says uncertainly. "We'll…see."

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burnedwolf

"I know you can do it." Peter nods. "So, are you feeling better?"

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totallynotrobin

"Now I am." Stiles smiles a little. "I'm sorry I called…"

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burnedwolf

"I'm glad. And Stiles, I gave you my number for this exact reason." Peter says gently. "You can call me anytime and promise me you will if anything comes up. Just like now."

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totallynotrobin

"Okay, Dr. Hale." Stiles agrees softly. He really does feel better. "Thank you."

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burnedwolf

"You're welcome. See you in a few days, alright?" Peter nods.

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totallynotrobin

"In a few days. If I can last that long." Stiles jokes.

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burnedwolf

Peter is amused by the joke and he can't deny he kinda likes Stiles' lighter tone of voice.

"Certainly a struggle, isn't it?" he chuckles. For heaven's sake, did he just flirt? "Take care, Stiles."

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totallynotrobin

Stiles hangs up the phone smiling. He sure lucked out. Maybe this doctor could help him.

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burnedwolf

After a few days Peter is actually already in his office, waiting for Stiles and reading his notes. He's sitting in his chair, with the table moved to the side, letting the chairs to be put closer together.