Trials and Complications

Part 2: Stress relief

"Bye, mommy!" Joyce called, leaving her house and running towards the car outside, inside which Faith was waiting. She entered the passenger seat and looked towards the door to see her mother running after her.

"Joyce, lunch," Buffy reminded, handing her daughter a brown paper bag through the window.

"Thank you," Joyce replied, receiving a goodbye kiss.

Witnessing the display, Faith asked the blonde slayer, "What about my kiss?"

"We'll save yours for later," Buffy replied her, causing the brunette to beam.

"I'm gonna get some," she gloated.

"Some what?" Joyce asked the youngest slayer.

"Nothing," Buffy answered. Glaring at Faith, she ordered her to, "Go."

"Fine," the brunette replied her. With a wink and a, "Later, babe," She pulled out of the drive-way onto the road and sped up.

Faith turned up the CD-player and nodded in time to the loud music. She glanced at the paper bag on Joyce's lap.
"What did you get today, kiddo?" she asked.

The youngster looked inside the bag and searched through the items. She looked up. "A cheese sandwich with lettuce and milk," she answered causing the listening slayer to grimace.

"Ynow,now, I'm starting to get why your mom's so damn skinny," she told the blonde child. She smiled. "How 'bout we stop by the grocery store and buy you some real food?"

Joyce whooped for joy, as Faith accelerated the car.

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Buffy arrived at Sunnydale’s only psychiatric clinic.
"Is she here yet?" she asked the receptionist.

"Your twelve o'clock?"

Buffy nodded.

"Nope."

The blonde slayer thanked the woman and proceeded to enter her office. Removing her jacket, she entered and looked at the mountain of paperwork left for her on her desk. Buffy groaned in response, sat at the table and picked up the file on top. Working through each one and adding her professional opinion to diagnoses given, she was unaware when an hour quickly passed. She continued through the paper work, pausing when her intercom buzzed.

"Doctor Summers," Buffy heard.

She pressed the button of the intercom machine on her desk. Answering, "Yeah."

"Your twelve o'clock is here."

"Send them in," Buffy told her, disheartened when she looked at the clock to see it was almost one. She stood as the door was opened and a patient walked in.

"Hi," she greeted with a smile, motioning at the chair and sitting herself.

"Sorry I'm late," the patient told her, taking a seat.

"That's ok," Buffy lied. She sat down and located the patient's file. "Kayla Green?" she asked.

The patient nodded.

The slayer opened the woman's file to see pictures taken of Kayla's arms and neck with puncture wounds in them. She grit her teeth as she read the report which detailed that the patient had been meting out physical punishment to herself and claiming that they were inflicted by demons.

"Doctor, please," Kayla began. "I know that my report must say that I'm some kind of wack job, but I swear to you, I didn't cut myself. I was attacked by-"

"Vampires," Buffy finished.

"You know about them too?" the woman asked.

Buffy nodded.

"I'm not crazy," Kayla told her, the statement sounding a little like a question.

"No," the blonde replied. "Vampires really exist."

The woman exhaled. "Finally, someone on my side."

The slayer picked up a sheet of paper and a pen. "Tell me everything about the attack," she advised her.

"Well, me and a few girlfriends went for a night out a few days ago and I met this guy. I invited him back to my place and when we started to…y'know, he morphed into a-a vampire and bit me. Well, I managed to kick him in the…y'know and then my brother came home. Anyway, he must have got scared 'cause he ran away. My brother took me to the hospital and when I told the doctors what happened, they sent me to you."

Buffy nodded, making notes. "Ok, so where about did you and your friends go out that night?"

"The Ride. Uptown."

The slayer made a note to patrol around that area later that night. Reasoning that if the vampire was scared of confrontation, it was likely that it had just been newly sired. It and its sire must therefore be local to the area.

"Doctor, I'm so happy you know. Now you can tell the other doctors that I'm not crazy."

Buffy looked up from her note-taking. "Look Kayla, it's not that simple. See, people would rather believe that other worldly things don't exist. They can't handle the fact that the things they define as 'monsters' are real. Anyone bold enough to come forward and accept that is labeled 'crazy' o-or 'weird'."

"So what should I do?"

Buffy sighed. Taking a deep breath, she explained, "You're going to have to pretend that you had some sort of accident that led to the cuts. Trust me; it will be easier that way."

Kayla agreed.

"Look, I'll put a note in your file that you suddenly remembered a… that you… I'll think of something."

The patient nodded again, standing up. "Thank you."

"Kayla."

The woman turned.

"I promise you that the vampire that did this to you will never hurt another human being again."

The patient nodded and smiled at Buffy before leaving.

Tlayelayer sighed. She looked over the case notes again, amending the patient's file and making notes for patrol that night. Mid-word, the blonde stopped to answer her buzzing intercom.

"Doctor Summers," her secretary called. "You have a call on line three."

Buffy pressed the line three button on her phone and picked up the receiver, answering, "Hello."

"'Sup doc," she heard. “Bad time?"

Buffy smiled and dropped her pen on the table. She sat back in her chair as the caller continued.

"I have this problem. See doc, last night I came home from a monster slay as horny as hell. I get my girlfriend all ready to put out, step outta the room for about five minutes and when I get back, she's snoozin'. Trouble is, now, 'cause I didn't get any, I can't think straight."

Buffy smiled. "Sounds like you got it bad."

"The baddest," Faith replied her. "Is there anything you can do for me, doc?"

"Well what do you have in mind?"

"I'll give you a clue; I've got my hand in my pants and I'm talking to the hottest honey on the face of the planet."

Mid-breath, Buffy froze.

"That get your attention, doc?" Faith asked her.

"You bet," the older slayer replied.

"So, whaddya say?" the brunette continued. "You wanna join me?"

"You still haven't told me how."

"Ok, I'll walk you through it. You sitting comfortably?"

Buffy sat back in her chair. "Yeah," seplieplied.

"Me too. I'm sitting back in my chair checking out my picture of you in the blue bikini…." Faith paused. "I'm guessing you already have your skirt undone."

"No," came the reply.

"Aw, c'mon B. I gave you enough time…"

"I'm already down to my black lace panties," Buffy clarified.

The brunette almost dropped the phone at the intensity of the arousal invoked by the statement.
"Fuck, B, that was quick," she stated. "Ok, what are you doing now?"

"You're the one with the problem, Faith, what do you want me to do?"

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"How you doing?" Faith asked, panting.

"Uh…I….uh," Buffy replied, working her fingers into her body.

"Shit, B, you're getting me horny again.…"

"Oh…I…F-aith…"

"That's it baby; use those sexy little fingers to fuck your pussy. Harder. C'mon B, I'd fuck you harder than that."

Hearing that statement triggered Buffy's orgasm. She shuddered as she came,erieeriencing the pleasurable drainage of power. The blonde slayer lay back on her chair and barely able to hold the phone to her ear, she heard Faith shout,
"Gimme a minute!"

"Babe, I gotta go," Faith told her. "Some customer's got a complaint. Thanks for the fix."

"No problem," Buffy replied. "See you at home."

"Later," Faith replied before dropping the phone.

Chest heaving and feeling sleepy, Buffy closed her eyes for a second before being reminded of herself by a knock on the door. Jerking up and to action, the slayer replaced her skirt and fixed her hair, before calling at the door.
"Just a minute!"
When satisfied with her appearance, she called,
"Come in!"

Prompting a handsome brunette to open the door and let himself in.
"Hi," he said, closing the door behind him. He approached the blonde's desk.

Buffy stood. "Hi," she replied, unaware of the man's identity.

The stranger looked at the blonde's confused expression.
"And you had no idea I was coming," he stated. He pointed at himself. "I'm the new doctor, from Chicago."

"Oh. I, er," Buffy managed. "No, I did. I'm just a little-" She stopped mid-sentence and offered her left hand in handshake. "Buffy Summers."

"Are you kidding?" the doctor replied, shaking it. "I know who you are. I read your paper on the psychology of social castigation and how possession of power can be alienating. That was very well written."

"Thank you," Buffy replied.

The brunette stared as if mesmerised, causing the blonde slayer to smile sheepishly.

"I'm sorry," the doctor told her. "It's just that I can't imagine why you would know so much about social castigation."

Unsure how to take the comment, Buffy merely politely smiled.

"That was supposed to be a compliment," the man clarified. "I'm sorry. I don't usually meet beautiful psychiatrists. They tend to be balding old men with excessive facial hair and I'm babbling."

Buffy laughed. "It's ok. It happens to the best of us."

The brunette smiled he remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.
"I should go," he told her, pointing to the door behind him and adding, "Before I make a complete fool of myself. Plus, I've got patients waiting. I just really wanted to meet you."

The slayer smiled.
"Uh, it was nice meeting you…" she looked closer and read the man's nametag.”Doctor Abrams."

"Please, call me Parker," he told her.

"Parker," Buffy repeated.

The brunette back-stepped towards the door.
"I'll see you around," he told his new colleague, returning her smile before letting himself out of her office.

TBC….