Talking fixes things? who: Quinn and Rupert what: Therapy when: Saturday Late Morning where: Sam & Quinn's Home warnings: None really
While Rupert didn't normally work Saturdays, this was a special case. So special in fact he was going to his patients home in order to see her. He had gotten a phone call the night before and after hearing what was going on with this Quinn, he decided it was prudent to see her as soon as possible. And in general, he didn't say no to vampires when it came to this sort of thing. Especially old and powerful vampires.
He straightened his tie a bit as he came up the steps and rang the doorbell. Rupert had been told the girl was a clairvoyant. He had worn thin leather gloves so as not to accidentally touch her with his bare skin and send her into a vision. He thought having the spirits of the dead bothering him all the time was a pain in the ass. It must of been very difficult to be afraid to touch anything or anyone. He hoped he could help her. He found humans affected by vampires were often too far gone for him to do anything for.
Quinn hadn’t been able to sleep for days now, and she’d still barely ate anything. And yet again she was finding herself wandering around the house aimlessly, after having crawled out of bed once she was sure that Samuel was fully asleep. Coffee had been brewed to help keep her awake now, might as well keep herself that way so she didn’t have to close her eyes and see the images that were tormenting her now. It wasn’t much better when she was awake, but at least she could focus on other things and try to keep her mind off of things.
When the doorbell rang, she had been in the middle of writing on a piece of paper the pros and cons on if she actually let Sam compel her memories about the visions away. Something she didn’t want, but it could have at least made it where she could be relatively normal again. Normal for her anyhow. For anyone else, it probably was still downright insane. she bit her lip when she was walking to the door, not even wanting to open it, because it was far too close to actually going outside for her own comfort now. Taking in a breath, she finally opened the door, and the guy standing there would probably see that even this was about to send her into a small panic. “Not gonna buy whatever it is your selling, sorry...” she told him, figuring he was some kind of door-to-door sales person.
Rupert looked down at himself as she opened the door and informed him she wasn't buying anything he was selling. "Do I really look that bad?" he asked, looking up at her with a smile. "I mean, I suppose the suit and bag do make me look a bit salesey." His accent was a crisp British accent and he looked a bit odd with a suit, converse sneakers and somewhat messy hair. "I suppose you have a point. Well, as it happens, I'm not selling anything. I'm here to see you, actually. You're Quinn, yes?" Apparently no one warned he was coming. Lovely.
Her brows knitted a little as she sort of just blinked at the man, the first question had thrown her off, now not knowing what to expect. But on the bright side, it totally averted her mind from the panic that had been forming. When the man said her name, it was starting to come back though. She didn’t know anyone, well, except for Samuel .. and now the queen. So, her name being said was kind of a total mindfuck for her. She glanced over her shoulder for a moment, wondering on if she should slam the door and go run to the room Sam was in. Instead she looked back at the man, “Why .. why are you here then?” she asked, before she was biting on her lower lip again, the ring in her lip softly clicking her teeth when she did so.
The girl looked absolutely terrified and he wondered what he had done to scare her. "My name is Dr. Rupert Gibbons. I'm a therapist. I got a ring from a Queen Elizabeth requesting I come see you. Your um....friend Sam is worried about you." He wasn't sure what the relationship was between this girl and the vampire she lived with. Rupert would have to have a chat with him as well so next time he decided something for her, he would at least tell her. Sometimes he disliked vampires total disregard for humans at times.
Suddenly she felt a little bit foolish when he said he was a doctor. But then again, he didn’t look like a doctor. He seemed to know people’s names though, so she moved a little to be able to let him in. If things weren’t as they seemed, she could always scream, that would have to wake Sam up and she’d be safe. “I .. I don’t see how you’re supposed to help with anything, Mr...Doctor Gibbons.” she spoke, before she was closing the door after he came inside. “Sorry, didn’t know someone was going to show up, or if Sam told me, I don’t remember.” she gave a little shrug, before tucking her hair behind an ear with one of her own gloved hands.
Rupert could see he definitely had his work cut out for him. Poor girl was a mess. "It's alright, Quinn. I'm just here for you to talk to. Or we don't have to talk. Whatever you want to do." In the beginning he would let her set the pace and decide what she wanted to do. He wasn't going to push her for fear of alienating her. Eventually he would push her, to find out about her, to help her fix her issues, but for now, he would let things flow as they would.
She gave him an odd sort of look, not really understanding how someone can come saying they were sent there to talk to her, and yet .. not having to talk? It didn’t make much sense to her. “So .. you’d just sit there and what? Stare at the wall if I don’t want to talk?” she asked him, then she shook her head. “That would be silly, and pointless. Plus, totally not fair for who ever is paying you.” she pointed out, moving to go sit down in the living room. “So, I guess you should just do whatever shrink things you’re supposed to to?”
Rupert smiled to her as he took off his trench coat and hung it on one of the hooks next to the door. "Why don't we have a seat and we can get started then, yea?" he asked, taking his glasses out of his breast pocket and slipping them on.
Quinn nodded, and curled up on the sofa, seated with her back against one of the arm rests. Though she did lean forward and pick up the mug of coffee that was on the table next to the pen and paper that she had left there. She watched the man as he put on the glasses, “How do we get started?” she asked him, figuring the sooner it began, that the sooner Sam might start feeling better about her, and not so worried. “Is this going to be like you asking questions that the social workers used to ask? Am I adjusting well, how am I treated here, things like that? Or is this completely different?”
Rupert sat across from her, taking a pad and pen from his bag. "You can tell me anything you want. About your life, dreams, anything you like. I'm here to listen." he said in a soothing voice with a soft, reassuring smile. Rupert wanted her to feel comfortable.
Now that was a bit different. She was used to the past with the social workers, the onslaught of questions, and the numb answers. She didn’t know what to talk about. Especially about her past. Damn, she’d do better with the questions. “Uhm .. Sam’s had me about a year.” she said, then frowned cause that made it sound like he owned her. Which if someone wanted to get technical he did in a way. “He took me as a payment for some antique he restored.” she told him, as if that explained everything. But then it didn’t. “I’m making this sound bad, aren’t I? Because it isn’t, I like being here. Sam is probably the best thing in my life.” Not to mention pretty much the only thing in her life at the moment. Not like she had friends. Yup, this wasn’t going well.
He expected her to be nervous for a while. It would take time for her to relax and eventually trust him, but Rupert was very good at his job. He genuinely cared about his patients and that helped him in his work. He listened to her talk a bit on how she had come to be with her current vampire master. "And you're happy that you're with Sam now?" he asked her with a gentle smile.
She nodded, “Well, yea. Though I don’t think he’s very happy with me, even if he wont tell me he isn’t happy with me. But I kind of made him promise that he’d see if it was possible to compel away the chance of my having visions. And promise that he’d turn me if I chose. Which I doubt I ever will, and he hates it because he wants me to stay human. I just .. don’t want it anymore. The visions .. not the being human. I like being human. Don’t like the visions though.” she rambled on, still finding it a little weird to be talking about any of this with a stranger. But he had asked a question, and for some reason she always felt the need to answer questions.
Rupert rubbing his chin for a minute. "When I was younger, I would of given anything to not be able to see the ghosts of the dead." he said with a bit of a sheepish smile. "I understand how hard it is, to have this power you didn't ask for, nor did you want." He gave her that little bit, giving her some information about himself to help her trust him.
That had her eyes snapping to the man, when he mentioned he could see the dead. But she didn’t know what to say, because it wasn’t the same in a way. “I don’t know. It was easier when I was younger. The visions, I mean. They didn’t happen as often or as intense. It like got worse as I got older.” she gave a little shrug, maybe she just didn’t notice it as much as a kid.
"You grew more powerful the older you became. It's typical of psychics. Have you had any formal study?" Rupert found psychics that resented their powers were those that had never been properly trained to cope with them. He thought Quinn might benefit from a teacher, to help her the manage her abilities. It would certainly be a step in the right direction.
She shook her head a little. “No, the nuns at the orphanage thought I was evil or something. Which maybe is true. I don’t know. But then I was adopted for lack of a better term by Nathan .. and .. well, that wasn’t .. I don’t know. Sam got me from him though.” she gave a little shrug, and stared down at the mug of coffee she was holding.
He had a feeling this Nathan was going to be one of the major things in their sessions when it came to that. He could tell by her body language this Nathan had had a huge negative impact in her life. "Well, you're certainly not evil, Quinn." he said with a soft smile. "You just have an ability no one taught you about." He didn't like the idea of her having Sam glamour away her memories of her power. He doubted it would even work. A witch might be able to bind them, but that certainly wouldn't fix the problem in the long run.
She shifted in the seat a little, finally taking a drink of the now cold coffee, making a slight face because of it. “Not much to teach though, touch something or someone and then probably see something. Happens with anything. It isn’t as bad in here, I think cause I’ve touched everything so much or just because not a lot of people come in here. I don’t know. Not like there is a shut off switch.” she told him, completely ignoring the fact that he told her she wasn’t evil. It wasn’t like she thought she really way, but she did end up seeing some really evil things sometimes. What if it rubbed off on her?
Rupert had been taking notes throughout their session and he could tell they had a lot of work ahead of them. "There's always something to be taught and learned." he said with a smile. "I'm here to help you, Quinn, however I can." Their hour was just about up so he took out his prescription pad. "I'm going to give you something to help with your anxiety." he said with a smile, writing out a script for some lorazapam. "Give this to Sam to have it filled for you. Make sure you follow the directions." he said, handing her the piece of paper. "Don't have Sam glamour you just yet. Let's see if we can come up with some alternate solutions, yea?"
She took the script that he filled out for her, and looked at it, before she glanced at him. “But .. that means that he has to actually go out...” she mumbled all getting a worried look on her face again and shifting uncomfortably in the seat. “I .. okay, he was just going to ask to see if it would work. It wasn’t said that he’d actually do it though..”
Rupert's brow furrowed a bit. He knew she didn't like to go out, but if she was keeping Sam home as well, it was quite the big problem. "Yes, but Sam is a vampire, remember? He can certainly take care of himself going down to the corner pharmacy." he assured her. "Would it be alright if I came to see you again next week?"
She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she mulled over his words. “I know that he is .. but that doesn’t mean that he can’t get hurt too.” she told the man, again shifting uncomfortably, because she knew that Sam would want to fill the prescription anyway, not matter how much she didn’t want him to leave the house. She let out a soft sigh and then nodded, as if there was no choice other than for Sam to have to go to the pharmacy. Not that she liked it much .. at all. “Okay, but I don’t know how talking about all this is supposed to help.” she pointed out, but she’d give it a try.
The doctor put his pad and pen back in his bag and stood. "You'd be surprised how much just talking can make someone feel better." he said with a smile to her. "I enjoyed talking with you Quinn. I'll see you the same time next week."
She gave a little nod again, and stood so she could let the doctor out and lock up after he would leave. “Okay, if you say so. Uhm, thanks for coming by and everything.” she spoke, trying to be polite.