[For Rahne]

[dr_robchase]

Chase wasn't sure that he'd ever be really used to the quiet of the psych office. Sure, even the clinic wasn't that busy, but there was the guarantee that if there was a sudden emergency, you would have to think on your feet and have steady hands as you operated on a person. Here, all you had was quiet. Even if there was an emergency, they took time. The mind was a complex and difficult thing to bear and Chase was still getting used to the pace, even if he knew the ins and chemical outs.

He was shuffling about the office as he put in his hours, sleeves rolled up and books being shelved away as he researched slightly more strange conditions to match the slightly strange people the Island tended to house.

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[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

"No, I can keep going," Rahne assures him, that moment all she needed to collect herself again. Besides, it isn't like there's any shortage of other things she'll be able to talk about later. This part of the story is just the beginning. "Unless ye're short on time, or think we should wait?"

[dr_robchase]

"I'm not, I just wanted to make sure we weren't pushing too much at once," he assures with a nod of his head. "You were talking about the brainwashing. What did they attempt to make you do?"

[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

"There was -- another one of the mutants," she says slowly, a distant quality to her voice. "Warren Worthington, called Angel. 'Kill the angel,' they said, 'take his wings.' Something about using them to build an army... And I did. Attacked him and brought them back."

[dr_robchase]

Chase winced slightly at that, but he managed to subdue most of his reaction (which wasn't about that even so much as he was imagining Jay in a similar situation). "Well, you're sitting here talking to me now quite clearly, so I'm assuming there was a way to break the programming they did. Were they able to do it fairly quickly, at least?"

[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

"They didn't," Rahne corrects, already feeling her stomach sink at what has to come next. That he winces barely bothers her; it's the sort of reaction she'd expect with a situation like this. "Later, the rest of the team, they got someone to help undo it. Too late."

[dr_robchase]

"I'm sorry," he said gravely and quietly, setting aside paper and pen for the moment. He didn't need those things to remember in this case and he just watched her, waiting to see if she needed more time or if they should press on. "How long ago was this?"

[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

"I showed up here in August," she answers shakily, the weight of what's left to tell still heavy on her shoulders. "This was just before that, I... I killed my father." The last she blurts out before she can stop herself, eyes wide and nearly fearful. "Not on purpose. He had a gun, and he was standing in front of those wings, and when I saw him... I was still affected. I changed."

The implication, she hopes, is clear, because even if this is going to be a regular thing, she really doesn't want to have to spell out exactly what she did to him.

[dr_robchase]

Chase nodded at that again and held her gaze as he leaned forward and watched her very, very carefully. This was definitely not his usual case, but it wasn't as far out as some of the things he'd heard and he'd witnessed some fairly hefty things. "Okay, well. Rahne," he began simply. "What it sounds like is that we'll be mainly focusing on that issue. My goal is not to get you to heal over it, but to come to terms with it. Do you object to treatments like hypnosis?"

[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

"Not as long as ye can take me out of it," Rahne says with just a moment's hesitation, reminding herself that it isn't like being brainwashed. It's still just the beginning of the story, but it's what the whole thing centers around now, and she knows for a fact that she wouldn't be here if not for the way things ended with her father. "Anything ye need to do."

[dr_robchase]

"It's not so much a suggestive state that I want to put you in, more meditative so that you calm yourself," Chase said, shifting to find his book on the subject to offer it to her. "I've had experience with this in med school and here on the Island."

[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

Having no reason to doubt him, Rahne nods, fingers tracing over the cover of the book after she takes it from him. It sounds different enough that there shouldn't be a problem, anyway, and by now, she has to imagine that the last vestiges of whatever the Purifiers did to her have worn off. "Alright, then," she agrees. "I think that should be fine."

[dr_robchase]

He nodded as he reached for her file to add that note to it, knowing that much, at least. "Do you have a support system here on the Island? People that you know that I could suggest you talk to in the event of a harrowing session?"

[tearsthrulife.livejournal.com]

"I do, aye," Rahne confirms, grateful for that, if not much else. She honestly didn't know what she'd have done if she were dealing with all of this on her own. "Do ye need to make note of names, or do ye just take my word for it?"

[dr_robchase]

"No, I trust you," Chase assured easily, giving her a small smile to prove that fact, even though he hasn't got much to go on in the name of trust. He doesn't need it yet. If things get bad, he can ask around. It's a small community. Better to give her his trust now.