Who: River and Charlie What: Session time! When: Thursday afternoon. Where: Charlie's office. Rating: PG? PG-13? Who really knows.
River wasn't sure what to expect from her doctor. No more poking and prodding, she hoped. She'd had enough of that before she came here, enough of the tests, of the talks, of the theories. Mother and Father had dragged her everywhere, to every doctor they could find. They poked and pricked and took her blood and tested and talked. The talking was the worst. They would ask questions and give her that look as they wrote down what she said back. They asked so many questions it made her head spin and she couldn't hear anything but their voices. They picked at her brain until she was sure it would bleed out of her ears, and then wouldn't they be sorry?
She knocked softly on Charlie's door, twisting a chunk of her hair around her finger, reciting the elements of the periodic table under her breath.