i'll only love you if you don't want me to.

[ivy, baby!]

There was light shining through the one window of her room- or cell, cage, whatever -when her eyes finally blinked open. It wasn't the sun that had woken her up, however. It was the loud beeping coming from her mandatory alarm clock, the thing she hated most in this whole entire joint. "Mmhp.. 8:30 already?" Her arm flung out and hit the stop button, and got up. Of course, with lights out at 10:00, she didn't really need to sleep later than that- but it didn't matter to her. She always wanted to sleep in. Usually she would be sleeping off a high, but oh no- not here! The brunette sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Time to start the day.

One thing she did have to thank the Shack for was its' lenience on music. She was allowed to have hers with her, and it was a nice way to start the day. She clicked a button on the nearby stereo as she moved her feet over the floor and stood up. The music came on, and she sung along with every word as she rummaged through her minimal drawers for something to wear. "This was never the way I planned," A pair of faded jeans found their way over her overly thin legs, and two tank tops- one red and one purple layered over one another -slid over her body.

"Not my intention- I got so brave, drink in hand," The tank tops were low-cut in the back, showing off her favorite accessory, which happened to be one that the damned doctors and guards couldn't take away from her when she had shown up. It was the angel wings tattooed over her shoulder blades. "Lost my discretion- It's not what, I'm used to," Other than that, all she stopped to do was use deodorant, brush her teeth, and give her eyes a quick brush of eyeliner. She considered her image in the mirror and scoffed. They made her eat at least two meals in the Shack, and she felt she was getting fat. A peculiar notion for someone whose pants were slipping off her hips. "Just wanna try you on, I'm curious for you, Caught my attention,"

After that, she left the music behind, but continued to sing on her way to the therapist's office. Why they had scheduled one so early in the morning was beyond Ivy, but their word was law. "I kissed a girl and I liked it," A few people stared as she skipped by. She was used to it by now, and didn't particularly give a fuck about it. "The taste of her cherry chap-stick," She should have gone to the cafeteria first to pick up some breakfast, but the thought of food so early in the morning made her want to throw up. Literally.

She paused in her singing as she neared the offices. She'd heard a few rumors about him, and how friendly he was. Ivy grinned to herself- he'd learn to redefine 'friendly' in her presence. It was her goal to make every staff member she came in contact with as uncomfortable as possible by flirting heavily, making sexual remarks, and generally just fucking with them. It was the most fun thing she'd found to do here, and she wasn't about to change anything for this therapist. After all, it was a secluded room, just one on one. The perfect time to make someone feel insecure and uncomfortable, in Ivy's expert opinion. She could only hope that he was cute, too.

She came to the door, which read Dr. Katze. To make perfectly sure she looked as good as she felt, Ivy reached up and mussed up her hair, leaving it wild and wavy as it was supposed to be. In the metal of the doorknob, she checked herself one more time, and was pleasantly surprised to find she looked great- as always. Vaguely she wondered how he would take her ego. But, there was only one way to find out, so she finally lifted a scrawny arm to knock twice on the wood, and wait for a response.

[lynx]

Sucking down a chocolate milkshake (yes, the spoiled doctor even had a machine part from McDonalds and ingrediants exactly like theirs in his office for person use), he was looking through the patient list. Ah... Ivy? He swore he knew her form somewhat--the bio was too similar. Perhaps it was a reminder of one of his former patients from his last job that set him off...

At least it wasn't a reminder of Lissa. Only reason he had accepted this job, after the several offers given by the U.S. Government was because sweet little Lissa was gone. A frown crossed his lips, he leaned forward and squinted to get at the fine print.

Well, at this time the doctor had put up his 'Do not sit in the rocking chair' sign up, right above the chair. And, above that rule was 'Do not bother the cat'. His two iron-clad rules that were not to be broken. That chair was Lissa's chair. And, his cat hated other people.

Then a knock--even the cat looked up for a moment to wonder who was the idiot that disturbed her nap. Then the brown kitty fell asleep again. "Come in, you're a little early." Camera in hand, another picture to be smiley (Next to Xander's) was already planned. <3 Squee!

"The door's open, just take a seat!"

[ivy, baby!]

At the response, she frowned for a second. Something about the voice belong to this doctor unsettled her- like deja-vu. She paused only a moment more before pushing open the door. The first thing she noticed was the sleeping cat on the rocking chair, and the sign above it. Her nature told her that she should sit there anyways, just to piss the ol' Doc off, but it was then that she noticed the doctor himself. Blond, blue eyes, clearly rich-! Ivy gasped, flinging her hands to her mouth in honest surprise.

"Lynx! Dr. Katze, of course!" She had never called him by his last name, so it must have slipped in her memory, but this was definitely the therapist she remembered from some time back. She had never made much progress with him, but had continued to show up merely because she thought he was a fox. Quickly, she shut the door behind her and bounded up to him, arms outstretched for a hug.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him, but it seemed like eons ago, before they'd shut her up in the hellhole. "You sly dog, you!" She was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes bright. Not exactly the sort you'd expect to see in therapy- but depression wasn't even close to being one of her problems. "How long have you been here?! Why didn't you come and see me?" Of course, she was teasing- they had never been that close, despite her numerous advances. Ivy couldn't help but wonder why he was here- as she recalled, his favorite patient had been some snot-nosed little brat.. She couldn't remember the girl's name, but she hadn't seen her around the Quack Shack.

[lynx]

Ducks away from the hug. He had been standing to greet her but all he did was gesture her to her seat and waited for her to sit down before he talked. Ah, he recognized her. Even if he never... got to her in the few months that he had had her as a patient before... He quite remembered those embarrassing sexual advances. Oh boy, not again... Lisa kept bearing on in his inner-memory now. Frowning mentally took place.

"Miss Ivy, it's good to see you again." He nodded politely. "I guess I'm to be your doctor here too. I've been here for only a few months and I apologize, I wasn't aware you were also here. I suppose you still suffer from severe narcissism and nymphomania?" He asked, head tilting somewhat in his curiosity of her condition. The shake was taken to his lips. Big gulp. He honestly needed it with her.

Out of all of his patients over his six-year carrer, she was even creepier than the man who ate other people's faces. Seriously. Much creepier. Perhaps it was because he was a twenty-seven year old virgin?

Sits down in his chair, thankfully far away from her and pulls out a remote control for the camera, ready to turn it on. "So then, what has happened to you since you left my care, Ivy?" He asked, head tilting in curiosity of her current condition since their last meeting oh-so-long ago. "And what did you do to get to Quack Shack?"

[ivy, baby!]

instead of being disappointed with his avoidance, Ivy only saw it as another challenge she would have to overcome. one more setback in a constant race to win the heart of this man- even if she didn't seriously want it. she took a seat in a chair, unconcerned with it's distance away from him. she merely pulled it closer, into their resting knees were only about a foot apart. at his accusation of being a narcissist, and worse, a nymphomaniac, she only smiled and nodded. let him go on thinking that's what she was- truth was, she didn't crave sex at all times, it was just fun and a way to pass the time. it was also a good way to get to know people.

she smiled a little broader when he took a drink of his milkshake. ivy could remember him doing that while she had been his patient before, something she guessed was a nervous habit, like hers was rapidly tapping her foot. but she wasn't nervous now, and her foot remained still on the floor. at his query, she put a finger to her lips in a thoughtful pause. "Not much changed after I stopped seeing you. Life went on as usual." She paused again, smirking at him. "I guess my father just got tired of sending money, without making any of my own. So he sent me here, to get 'fixed.' "

this made her chuckle- as if ivy thought there was anything to be fixed. she had enjoyed her life prior to being put in the Quack Shack, and had no intention of changing it. but, being so hopped up on pot, alcohol, and the occasional dose of meth, daddy had plead that she was incompetent to make her own decisions, and after all, she was only 20. the judge had ruled with him, to no one's surprise. the only way she would have been able to afford a good lawyer would have been through him, and he wasn't going to hire a lawyer to fight himself. the state appointed lawyer hadn't done a very good job, and hence she had been shipped here.

she glanced over for a second, and noticed the sharpied picture of a cute, unhappy-looking boy. she quirked a brow- it looked a little creepy to her. ivy jerked her head in that direction, to bring Lynx's attention to it. "What's that, Lynxy my dear?"her inquiry sounded oh-so innocent, but it made clear the fact that she was not going to call him Dr. Katze, or even just Lynx. it was her grand plot to put him under her control, and the fact that he wouldn't be easily swayed made it that much more fun.

[lynx]

Oh boy. This wasn't good. She was possibly his least loved patient in all of them he had ever had. He was, well, let's say it plainly: asexual. He was purely not the type to have sex and that was said on several occasions to her.

"Ivy, your tactics from before are not going to work. I am your doctor, here to help you. You're going to turn your life around before I O.K you for release. No drugs, no unsafe sex, and no constant flirtations and meglomaniac egotistical behavior!"

Smiles at her, a soft kind smile. He took out the camera, took a picture. It was waved. Pins the damned thing to the wall and sharpies. "Now, this is our goal. Happy. Not fake-happy, alright Ivy? I know you're one of my more stubborn patients that are rather shallow, but, we're going to go as far and as long as we can to make sure this is what happens in the end!"

He went back, turned on the camera, and sipped at the shake once he was in his dear chair. Ah, this girl made him so nervous and off.

"So then, what is going on?"

[ivy, baby!]

maybe ivy should have gone into acting, because the look that she gave Lynx seemed genuinely hurt. her head tilted to the side slightly, her lips slightly simpering. "I'm hurt, Lynxy. Why should you assume that my friendliness has anything to do with sex?" she shook her head as he talked of no drugs or unsafe sex. she'd had nothing but cigarettes since being stuck in this joint, and the first few weeks had been hell because of withdrawls. clearly, they hadn't put that in her file.

he would probably guess, however, that once out of the Shack, she would go straight back to her unsafe ways. and what's more, he would be right. "Besides, Lynxy," she remarked casually, "This place is full of sex-starved men. Some of them very attractive. I can sneak around, so why should I need you, when I could easily have them?" her tone was, again, flawlessly innocent. after all, she was master of the art of cat-and-mouse, but her eyes dared him to reprimand her, to be forceful, or just to give in.

she gave a faint chuckle when he waved the photo at her and commanded her to be 'happy.' "Why, Lynxy. I was very happy with my life before I got dumped here. It's you, and all the other doctors here, that are keeping me unhappy." She almost considered leaving it at that, but there was no way should cold resist adding, "But of course, there is a way you could make me happy. And we both know what that is." Rather than innocent, the tone she used now was sweetly seductive, and she threw in a wink just to make it perfect.

it made no difference to ivy whether that had been caught on camera or not- in fact, she was glad of it. he would probably watch it again, and would hopefully work in her favor. rather than answer his next question right away, ivy took her time positioning herself in the chair to get comfortable. she sat in sideways, her back against one arm of the chair, and her feet swinging over the arm in a luxurious stretch. as she did, her ribcage was clearly visible under her tanktop- the same ribcage she thought was getting fat.

"I haven't been doing much these days, Lynxy. Why don't you tell me what's going on with you?" her grin spread, but she didn't look at Lynx. she pretended to be uninterested in the conversation by picking at her fingernails, loving every moment that passed by.

[lynx]

"Bluimia." Stares at her ribcage. "Drug addiction." Nods. "And mild insanity." Nod. Nod. He wanted her out of his office so bad. He hated sexual things, he didn't like sex, nor want it. She just kept pushing his very tiny buttons and he was going to have to transfer her or something!

"If you don't wish for me to be your doctor, I already have the paper work to transfer you to the other therapist... He'd possibly be quite happy to have you, Ivy."

Yep, he was very eager to send her ass off to someone else. Two shakes were already gone. Yeah, he was nervous and not wanting her AROUND his ass.

Especially with that unsafe libido she possessed and her always striving to go after him! What was with her?! Why as she always there trying to sex him up?!

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[ivy, baby!]

It was clear that this meeting was not going as planned- well, mostly not to plan. She had hoped to make him uncomfortable, but not this uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted was to be transfered to another therapist already. That would put a black mark on her record, and keep her here for even longer. Obviously, it was just time for another plan. Ivy couldn't count the number of times she'd had to change her idea halfway through it, so this, she thought, should be a piece of cake.

"Alright, Doc," she nixed the use of 'Lynxy,' however tempted she was to continue with it, "I'll level with you. I don't want to have a new therapist. However much I enjoy sex, I'm pretty sure some of the other doctors in this joint are convicted rapists, and that just doesn't fly." Something in her past brought on that particular attitude, although no one ever wants to be raped. Sure, some play aggression here and there was up her alley, but nothing extreme.

Ivy remained in her pose on the chair not to continue trying to seduce him, but merely because it was comfortable. She poked at one of her ribs, deciding it was best to not stare into his eyes and make him that much more nervous. "So, I think it's best we just get on with the session, hmm? What is it that you want to know?" The smile she flashed him looked sincere enough, but she was, of course, a master of the game. Did Lynx know how to play, too?

[lynx]

He had gotten up and almost rushed to his machine to start making more shakes. Oh boy he had gained five pounds with this session, he swore it.

After a huge pitcher was full, he returned to his chair and sat down. Seventy-five ounces would hopefully stop his need to flee. Drinking down a sip, he glanced at the female with a frown. "I'll transfer you in a heartbeat Ivy, I don't think I can help you, based on our past. I think you need a female doctor that can related to you in every way... Unfortunately, I'm not a woman." Frowns a moment. "The only other doctor I know of is Dr. DeVrais... Yet I believe his roster is full. For now, until I find a suitable match, you're my patient."

Oh yeah, he was going to get rid of her! "...I want to know why you're stuck on this self-destructive path that you seem hellbent on keeping." Rough doctor gloves out! Smiles put away! Time for le serious buisness!

Sips down the milkshake faster than even he found possibly. She always did this to him--hell, most women made him nervous. It was like they all wanted in his pants.