Last Chapter.

Details for a sequel at the bottom.

"I wanted to talk about Julius," Lance started off, tossing his notebook and pen down on the table.

Alex froze, then shook his head, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose.

"Why?"

"You said he was made to look like you? That's some pretty messed up shit."

Alex laughed, Lance wasn't like other shrinks he'd met. He almost reminded Alex of Sadie, Eagles fiancé. Smart, good at his job, but still blunt and relateable.

"Alright, what do you want to know?" Alex surrendered. He was fully committed to this whole 'rehabilitation' thing.

"Why did you shoot him?"

"Well," Alex started, "he was about to shoot me. In the back, actually. Self defense, I guess."

"Not a chance," Lance easily called Alex on his bullshit. "Your first point blank kill, you'd need more motivation than simply self preservation."

"Self preservation is an excellent motivator, actually." Alex raised an eyebrow. He actually did enjoy living. Self preservation was a great motivator.

Lance gave him a pointed look. Did this guy have a built in lie detector or something?

"I guess," Alex swallowed, "he killed Jack, so I guess it was revenge. Just desserts."

"Who was Jack?"

"She was-" Alex hesitated, he didn't talk about Jack, "my guardian. After my uncle died, she took care of me. But, she was more like my best friend. My sister."

"You miss her."

Alex let out a humourless laugh, "missing Jack is a lot like breathing; involuntary and constant."

Alex thought that maybe agony would be easier to live with.

A few days later, a few sessions later, Alex was once again in Dr. Lance's office. He started setting up the chess board, making a bold first move with his knight.

"Chess?" Lance asked.

"No actually," Alex said with a smirk, "I was thinking Go Fish." He smiled at Lance's split second confusion.

"Of course chess," Alex took pity on him, "we only ever play chess. And honestly, what else do you think a chess board is for?" Alex rolled his eyes. Honestly, Lance was smart and perceptive and dumb and oblivious. The doctor actually did remind him of himself. A lot. Just like K unit had alluded to.

Lance pouted, "Sarcasm is the refuge of a shallow mind."

"Sarcasm is the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people, when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded," Alex snapped back easily.

"Am I invading the privacy of your soul?" It sounded like Lance was laughing.

Alex smirked, grabbing the notebook from Lance's hand and tossing it down next to his discarded aviators.

"Oh, just play, will you?"

"Thank you, for everything," Wolf said sincerely.

"It was my pleasure, Mr. San Luca," Dr. Lance replied. "And I've given Alex my cell and house number and office, I've told him to keep in touch. I was also thinking it's high time I visited my home country, so I doubt this will be the last we see of each other."

Wolf nodded, "hit us up when you're on our side of the water."

"Will do. Until then," Lance glanced over Wolf's shoulder to where Cub was chatting with Eagle. His sunglasses were being twirled in one hand, and the view of his eyes was now uninhibited, "take care of the kid for me?"

"Always." Wolf turned to look behind him, making eye contact with Cub. Wolf smiled, seeing how the purple bags had already started to fade.

Cub jerked his head 'are we going?' he asked silently.

Wolf nodded.

"Yeah, I got a full six hours last night. Mmhm, yeah. Didn't wake up once." Cub wandered into the living room, coffee in one hand, a sandwich in the other, his phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder. "Nope, no coffee, just like you said- hey!"

Wolf snatched the cell from Cub.

"Hi, Dr. Lance?" Wolf jumped onto the sofa as Cub put his food and drink down, preparing to come after him. "Yeah, Alex is a little liar, he's drinking coffee right n-OW!"

The cell dropped from Wolf's hand as Cub smacked him with a throw pillow. Cub quickly picked up the phone, but the damage had been done.

Wolf smirked as Cub held the receiver slightly away from his ear, cringing as Dr. Lance yelled through the phone.

Cub glared at him, flipping him the finger before sitting on an armchair. He sipped his coffee, despite the verbal beat down he was getting.

Wolf stepped off the couch, and snagged Cub's mug from his hand on his way out. Cub turned in the armchair and gave him a dirty look. And boy, if looks could kill.

That's All Folks!

There's a sequal, Finally Perfect, which is up now.

It will be the last in my Perfect series, but it'll be a bit different. More like a series of connected oneshots, just whatever I think about. Feel free to send me prompts!

It'll be about Alex's life with K unit.