***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
New story! WOO! This is going to be about my main OC (Summoner Badger)'s job as a therapist/psychiatrist in the League. It's supposed to depict 'Evil' champions in a positive light, and maybe even the 'Good' ones as the freaks they really are. I decided to start it out with Syndra because I absolutely love her, both for her choice in fashion, and the fact that she is stupidly powerful (I also LOVE silver haired girls!) Enjoy!
-HoneyBadgerDC

"I hope he's still there."

A young woman floated through the dark hallways of the institute of war. It was late, and even the normally dimly lit paths seemed darker then usual.

She growled to herself as she made her way to her destination, she didn't want to be here, she didn't want to talk to anyone, but she had received a direct order from the League Chancellor that she HAD to attend at least one of these sessions, if anything to just improve the connection between her and her summoners.

She shivered slightly, her outfit doing little to stop the chilly air from running against her skin. She wished she could've gone earlier, when it was warmer, but she didn't want to be seen. It would be humiliating, it would make her look weak.

Then again, it's not like that mattered, she could easily rip most of her fellow 'champions' in half with a flick of her wrist.

Still, she had her pride, and intended to keep it.

After several more minutes and doorways, she allowed herself to touch the ground.

'Summoner Jay Badger, Counseling Services' a plaque above the door read.

The young woman narrowed her eyes. This was going to be so stupid.

As she lifted her hand to knock, she immediately floated upwards as the door opened.

Out stepped Diana, the Scorn of the Moon.

"Bye Badger! Thanks for helping me get that off my chest" she said through the doorway, cheerily.

"No prob! Happy to be of assistance! Tell Leona to SUCK IT." another happy voice called.

The young woman watched as Diana closed the door, walked down the hallway, turned right, and disappeared from view.

She once again allowed herself to float down, and sighed.

The young woman quickly adjusted her appearance, she brushed her silver hair behind her crown, fixed her skirt, and propped her breasts up.

Satisfied, she lifted her hand again, and knocked on the door.

"Coming!"

A few seconds later the door opened, and a summoner stuck his head in the doorway.

He was young, probably about her age, with long, spiky, shaggy brown hair. He was dressed in white summoners robes. On his shoulders were white guards.

Along the lines of his clothing were red markings, giving a nice trim to complete his outfit.

As she looked to his face, she couldn't help but notice his eyes.

They were slightly unnerving, she couldn't put her finger on it, but something about that green stare was creepy.

His lips curved into a smile.

"Syndra! Hello, what a pleasant surprise! I was told that you'd be stopping to meet with me soon, though I didn't expect it this late at night." He greeted her.

"Summoner, do not test my patience. It is late, and I did not want to come here in the first place. The fact that I'm here at all, you should be thankful for." She growled.

He smiled and shrugged, "Alright then, come on in."

He motioned her over to a small couch, while he himself moved towards a comfy looking armchair.

"Summoner, I will take the comfortable seat." Syndra said, unemotionally.

He looked at her, shrugged again, and continued towards the armchair.

"Did I stutter?"

"No? You said you wanted the comfy thing."

"Yet you are moving towards it yourself."

"I assumed you were referring to the Sofa, my chair isn't comfortable at all!" he laughed.

Her eyes narrowed, she didn't believe him.

He stepped aside as she floated in front of him, and sat down.

She twitched, this was as hard as a rock.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as he sat down on the sofa, turned, and lay down. Stretching his legs out, he put his hands behind his back.

"So this is what it's like, sitting on the couch, I think you're on to something here, Syndra" He chuckled.

She looked at him, and lifted her hand.

He yelped as he was lifted from the couch, and pushed against the ceiling.

She, meanwhile, walked around him, and lay down.

She couldn't help but giggle when she looked up, he was making swimming motions.

"WEE!" He laughed, pretending to do a backstroke.

Syndra's eyes narrowed a wicked sneer flashed across her face.

Closing her hand into a fist, she watched as the summoner landed on the ground with a loud "OOMF" .

She laughed at how stupid he looked, she loved exercising her power to make others look foolish next to her. It wasn't like they'd do anything about it, they feared her too much.

"That was a little uncalled for, why'd you do that?" He asked.

She raised an eyebrow, "I thought it would be funny, and I was right, it was quite amusing."

He stood up, and brushed himself off.

"I fail to see why that's funny to you, it hurt." He muttered.

"Why should I care if it hurt you or not? I've got the power to do what I wish, you are a mere ant to me." She stated, smugly.

"If you act like that, you aren't going to have any friends." He said, sitting in his chair.
Her eyes narrowed again and she glared at him.

"I don't need, nor do I want, friends." She growled.

"Well what about the ones you have, don't you want them?"

"I have no friends. I've never had any friends. I repeat, I don't need, and I don't want them."

Badger looked at her, awestruck.

"Syndra, how can you say you don't need or want friends, if you've never had any?"

She twitched, this was getting annoying fast.

"I have no need for the attachments, and I have no need for these questions. Summoner, I am here because it is a requirement. I must pass an evaluation from you, and then I will be allowed to compete in matches again. Make this easier on both of us, and just give me the paper I require." She growled.

He gave her a confused look.

"Syndra, that's not how things work here. To pass my evaluation, you have to do the exact opposite of what you've been doing. So far I've seen that you're narcissistic, zealous, sadistic, and that you've got a serious god complex."

Syndra's eyes widened and she snarled. Opening her palm, she pointed it at him, and raised him off his chair.

She then slammed him into the closest wall, so hard that it left a dent.

Floating up to him, she locked eyes with him.

"How dare you speak to me in such a way! Do you have any idea who I am?! I can crush you into dust and scatter your ashes across the world!"

He tried to talk, but her magic stopped him.

She closed her palm, and let him fall to the ground again.

"Okay, first, Ow." He muttered, rubbing his head.

"Second, it's no wonder you've got no friends, you've got some serious issues".

Syndra, for the first time in her life, was utterly stumped.

Grabbing his collar, she hoisted him up.

"You... You do realize who I am, right? You know that I can kill people without a regret. You know that I'm a heartless monster, correct?" She asked, amazed that he was still disrespecting her.

"You're name is Syndra, you go by the title of The Dark Sovereign. To our knowledge, you've killed one person because he was blocking your powers. As to the heartless monster thing-" He paused.

Her eyes narrowed.

"I am a monster, I'm a monster whom you fear" she hissed.

"I don't think that. After these last few minutes, I think you're just an angry, sad, lonely girl who has never had the luxury of making friends or being in the company of people who didn't fear her. Honestly, I don't fear you at all, I pity you."

Once again, the Dark Sovereign was lost for words.

She floated down to the ground, her face was a mixture of emotions.

"You... Pity me?"

"In fact... I kinda want to hug you." The summoner said, sadly.

Syndra yelped as he moved towards her, and wrapped his arms around her.

"I think you need a hug more than anyone I've ever met."

"I... I... Stop..." The Dark Sovereign said, though she stammered on her words.
What is this feeling? This warm tingling in my stomach? I've never felt anything like it before. I feel so strange. I no longer want to kill this summoner... his gesture... It's... It's pleasant. He's not afraid of me, he's not trying to hurt me, this feels... Good? Is that possible? Can I actually feel... Good?

Syndra whimpered as she lifted her own arms, and put her hands on his back. She then instinctively put her face on his shoulder.

She felt her eyes hurt slightly and her lip tremble, before she let out a loud cry.

The summoner, meanwhile, simply strengthened his hold on her.

"It's okay, Syndra, just let it out." He whispered.

For the first time since she could remember, the Dark Sovereign sobbed. The day she was taken from her family, all those years of being isolated and shunned, the day she found out her mentor had betrayed her, all the pain came out.

She wanted to stop, she looked so weak right now, but she couldn't begin to try and stop the flow of tears, she just continued to cry.

To her surprise, the Summoner didn't mock her, he didn't stop his embrace, he just held her tight.

After a few more minutes of uncontrollable sobs, Syndra let go of him.

He did the same, and merely watched as she wiped the tears from her face and her eyes.

"Do you feel better, Syndra?" He asked, smiling warmly at her.

She nodded, and sniveled.

"I'm sorry if I made you cry, you just looked like you really needed a hug."

She nodded again.

"Do you want another one?"

Another nod.

He smiled again as he held her close, "It's okay, this is a place of safety, free of judgements. If you want a hug, all you've gotta do is ask. If you need to cry, I won't tell a soul. This is a place you can always come to if you just need a minute to let the weight of the world off your shoulders."

She looked at him, despite how nastily she had treated him, he was being so kind to her.

"Why do you offer such kindness so easily? You have known me for less than ten minutes, I've treated you horribly, and yet you act this way."

He grinned, "It's what I do! I make people feel better and let them get their problems out. Sure, it can be painful for both them and me sometimes, but hey, no pain, no gain".

She smiled at him, it was the first genuine smile she had made in a very long time.

"Now, I'd like to talk to you when you're not as wound up. I think we can work some magic. You've taken a big step tonight, and an even bigger step by showing a softer side to you. I think it'd be better if we stopped for now, though. Why don't you come back tomorrow at your convenience and we can really begin?"

Syndra was confused, she was upset, she was... exposed.

Still, it wasn't all bad, letting out some of my inner anger... But tomorrow...? I don't really want to go... No...

"Summoner... Badger, was it?" She asked.

"Yep?"

"I'd like to talk to you now, if you will listen. I want to get a pass on my evaluation quickly."

He gave her a puzzled look.

"Syndra, while I appreciate you accepting a hug, and while letting some agitation out is definitely a step on the right track, it'll take a lot more than that to get my pass."
Syndra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. If she couldn't get this easily with threats, or with emotions, perhaps she could use her... other... charms.

"Please, take a seat in the position most comfortable to you."

The Dark Sovereign sat in the middle of the couch, leaned back heavily, and spread her legs.

The Summoner twitched, and pulled out a pencil and paper.

"Uh... shall we begin?" He asked.

Syndra smiled sadistically.