I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO!

February 7th

Naturally, I saw Harry today.

Last night I had spent several hours staying up reading through accounts on all sorts of patients as well as the symptoms of a myriad of disorders and what have you. Admittedly, I stayed up later than I should have, seeing as not only did I put salt in my coffee but I almost nodded off at the wheel of my car.

Before approaching the Saxon home, I apologized to the poor girl as I gently shut and locked the door.

I was just about to knock on the door to the house when all of the sudden it were pulled open. It wasn't Gerard, but, of course, Harry.

"Doctor," he grinned.

Having just been caught in mid-yawn, I hastily shut my mouth. "...Harry."

"I really would prefer you call me 'Master'," he said, looking over my shoulder at my car.

"I'm sure you would," I murmured.

If he heard, he took no notice, "'TARDIS'? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's an old joke with an old friend," I quickly answered. "Where's Gerard?"

"Right inside, sir. The Master would not hear of anyone apart from himself answering the door." the man himself replied.

"Ah, of course," I said, sliding in past Harry. "Could I have a word with Mrs. Saxon? There are some important things I really need to discuss with her that I wasn't able to bring up the other day."

"I am afraid not this very moment. I will be sure to alert her as soon as possible, however."

"Alright, thank you, Gerard, my good man," I turned to Harry. "Shall we?"

"Mm," he responded, disinterestedly, shoving himself off from the door and in the direction of the stairs. I was starting up them when he said, "She's always busy, just to warn you. You'll be waiting a while, Doctor."

"She can't be that busy."

He said nothing but I had the impression that he disagreed with me quite a bit. Maybe she neglected him when he was young? I'm not quite sure but it's a possibility. I'll have to ask the staff and perhaps even the woman herself.

"Harry, if you don't mind me asking," I began when we arrived at the door I recognized as his, "why do you still live at your parents' house at your age."

He arched an eyebrow at me and glanced over at me very briefly in a calculating manner before opening the door. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, a rich young man in his late twenties such as yourself? One would expect you to be off in charge of some company or involved in politics. Married, possibly even with young kids."

Scoffing a laugh, Harry settled himself on the edge of his bed once again. "You say it all as though my parents would allow such a thing."

"You say it as though they have complete control over your life," I responded, closing the door and comfortably seating myself in his swivel chair.

"Not complete control," he corrected me quickly. "Let's be clear on that, Doctor."

"And why do they control you so much?"

"Why did they call you in?"

"Because they believe you need my help."

This caught his attention. I'm beginning to notice that he's remarkably sharp . "Did they just say that I needed your help? Nothing specific?"

I figured it couldn't hurt to answer his questions, since he was already cooperating and answering mine. "They didn't say anything aside from that."

"Did you ask further?"

"Naturally."

"And what did that tell you?"

"Nothing really. ...Well, they threatened in a passive-aggressive sort of way to find themselves another psychiatrist. And mentioned that they weren't just any Saxons but the Saxons."

"So you're here only for the money," he said, his eyes posessing a dangerous glint from this information.

"Not exactly. Money just happens to figure in."

"Really now?"

"Really," I affirmed.

"Then, Doctor, tell me this. Why are you here?" Once again, I found his dark eyes watching me closely.

I answered without a second thought or hesitation. "To help."

This seemed to amuse him in some fashion as I heard a soft "hmph" from him as he smirked.

I looked at him steadily for several moments before continuing with my questions. "So, where were we?"

"Why they control me."

"Ah, that's right. Why they control you. And you answered me with a question, correct?"

He nodded, "Correct, Doctor."

"So," I paused, gathering my thoughts, "they control you for the same reason that they called me up."

"I think you're getting the picture," Harry said, leaning back on his forearm, half laying down. The air he exudes often times really does make him seem to fit the title of "Master." His confidence, posture, gait, and dark eyes draw you in to him. I'd say he was irresistable if not for the inescapably unsettling thought of me describing him as such.

"Well, I suppose we'll just have to see if their suspicions are true or not," I said, not wanting to assume too much.

He shrugged, "I suppose. Though I find it rather interesting, Doctor, that you're not being cautious or careful even after I suggested that I might be violent. What if I turn out to have a severe mental disorder?"

"Then you turn out to have a severe mental disorder, now don't you? As far as I'm concerned you're perfectly sane- well, mostly sane -until proven otherwise."

"Mostly sane, Doctor?"

"Where's the fun in being completely sane?" I grinned brightly.

Harry chuckled in response. "You've got an excellent point there."

"I like to think so. But, anyway, Harry, would you mind giving me more information about you?"

There was a near-imperceptable tensing in his jaw. "Such as?"

"Anything you want to tell me really. Anything you think I might want or need to hear."

His face seemed thoughtful for a moment before he said, "No. Nothing I really want to tell you, Doctor."

I noted his wording. Nothing he wanted to tell me. "Alright, then. Aside from that, I don't really have much else for us today."

"Could I ask you some questions now, Doctor?"

It was now my turn to arch an eyebrow. "What?"

"Could I ask you some questions?" he repeated, more slowly.

I hesitated. "I...suppose there's no harm in it. Sure! Go on. Ask anything you want. Well, maybe not anything."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said as he sat up with a playfully obedient looking expression.

Releasing a very soft chuckle, I smiled a bit.

"First question. What does 'TARDIS' mean? Does it stand for something?"

"It stands for 'Time and Relative Dimension in Space'."

"And this was an old joke between you and an old friend how?"

"She and I were really into science fiction novels and things of that sort."

"And she was?"

I tried not to hesitate, to think about it. "Rose," I said softly.

"Were you two friends?"

"We were complicated."

"Complicated," he repeated, more taking it in rather than inquiring further.

"Mm." I finally realized I had been staring at the floor and raised my gaze back to look him in the eyes. However, those brown eyes of his were far to occupied with thought to bother with eye contact. "Harry? Were you homeschooled?" I asked.

He nodded and his eyes returned to looking into mine, "For the most part."

"So your life has basically occurred and passed entirely in this house."

"For the most part."

I wonder if the other part has been spent vacationing with his parents or if he has taken up a habit of sneaking out. Unfortunately, the second seemed more likely than the first.

I nodded, taking that in. "Well," I said, rising to my feet, "I've got quite large bit of information to go home and mull over so I think I'll be leaving."

"What a shame, Doctor," Harry said, languidly rising to his own feet.

From there, he saw me to the door and waved me off.

"Til next time, Doctor."

"Til next time, Ma- Harry," I hastily corrected myself.

Though not hastily enough I discovered when I saw the wicked grin upon his face in my rearview mirror.

I honestly hope he won't bring that up tomorrow. That along with Rose. I'd rather not talk have about her. Or have to write down about talking about her. Not after all this time of avoiding it. I don't want to face it now. I'm not sure if I want to face it ever. Though, as a psychiatrist, I ought to know better. I do know better. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop running.

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