Author's note: Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a good time while I got to gross myself out writing the beginning of this chapter(yay!). And I apologize for taking so long on it.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Here I sat. Again, awaiting the arrival of Wednesday Addams. Luckily she wasn't scheduled for about another half-hour so I had a little time to prepare myself. I felt she was close to a break, and then maybe I could get to the root of her problems. My current hypotheses was depression combined with her being very rebellious, but what I'd learned over the years is that you can never really know someone's problems unless you really know them, and I knew nothing about Wednesday. I'd finished her medical records the night before and all of her numerous injuries ranged from minor to incredibly extreme. The most recent example of the latter, was her suicide attempt. It left me with a lot of questions about her mental stability. Whenever she was around me, she seemed more like her problems were behavioral and not mental, but the reports about what exactly she did to herself told me my office door opened, I worried she'd come early, but instead, it was Kate carrying another folder of papers. She put it on the far edge of my desk.

"School records?" she asked. I nodded. Based on Wednesday's behavior in the past two sessions, I could already guess that she did very good academically, but was probably not a teacher's pet and probably wasn't very social with other kids. Before I got the chance to take a quick look at the files, Kate sat down on the edge of my desk and crossed her legs.

"How much longer until she gets here?" She asked as she eyed her perfectly manicured nails. I looked over at my wall clock.

"About twenty-five minutes. Why?" I asked. I already knew what was going to happen before Kate got off of the desk and moved around behind me. She ran her fingers through my once red, now completely gray, hair.

"Well, Stuart, I believe that is twenty-five minutes that we could spend doing much more interesting things than talking about crazy little girls." she spun my chair so I would face her, and leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips.

The Addams Family! *snap, snap*

I smoothed down my now messy hair and retied my tie that had been thrown across the room. My relationship with Kate had been going on for almost as long as she'd been working for me. I convinced myself that it wasn't wrong because she had been the one to come onto me, but I always felt constant guilt. I'd just gotten my cardigan back on when Wednesday walked in and sat down in a chair in front of my desk.

"The sooner we talk about my 'suicide attempt' the sooner I can get my afternoons back, so why don't we just cut to the chase and skip what you think will lead to me breaking down in tears." She once again showed no emotion, whatsoever. It was starting to be a bit disturbing.

"If that's what you want to do." I went along with her. "How about you start by telling me about everything you did that day." I suggested.

"Well, it was a school day, which means I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast with my family, and went to school. As you already know, that's where it happened." I'd dealt with a few girls that had attempted suicide and all of them had been emotional wrecks on the day they'd talked about their attempted suicides. Very calm about the tender subject. Possibly still in denial. Will no doubt have some sort of breakdown once she talks about what led her to do it.

"And what happened at school that day, Wednesday?" I asked her calmly.

"Nothing that would make me want to kill myself, if that's what you're getting at." I was beginning to lose my temper, something psychiatrists should never do.

"Then why did you drink cyanide?" I asked her sternly. She looked me directly in the eyes and smiled slightly. I instantly wanted to look away. I'd grown up with some of the scariest and disturbing films there are, but her smile sent chills down my spine.

"It's zesty." She replied without showing any signs that she was intentionally trying to scare me. She crossed her hands in her lap and awaited a response from me.

"Wednesday. You're telling me that you drank a highly poisonous substance, on purpose, because you think it tastes good?" I asked in absolute disbelief. She nodded and looked to her side to gaze out the window. Shows signs of complete mental instability and poses a constant threat to self. She looked back at me again.

"Well, now that we've gotten that covered, I believe we can move on to more pressing issues and you'll realize that I don't need to be in therapy." she said calmly. "How about my family? You seemed pretty interested in them yesterday." She suggested. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair that was surprisingly wet with perspiration.

"Wednesday, you're getting very close to a break. We can't just move on to other subjects. She gave me a look that didn't show a shred of amusement.

"Fine, then how is your family, Dr. Jones?" she asked. I cleared my throat.

"They're fine. But I don't like talking about them at work." I answered.

"You have a wife, don't you?" She asked rhetorically. For some odd reason, it gave me the feeling that something bad was going to happen to me. Wednesday didn't wait for my response.

"Does she know that you've been having an affair with your secretary?" I felt the blood drain from my face. "Judging by your facial expression, I would say she doesn't." she said.

"Wednesday, this is not an appropriate conversation to have with someone." I said in my 'psychiatrist voice'.

"Your actions haven't been very appropriate lately." She stated. "Adultery is one of the few frowned upon behaviors in today's currant society that my family actually strongly dislikes." She then stood up.

"I'm going to have to end today's session early, I have to go to my brother's court hearing." Wednesday said this as if it were a school function. I couldn't honestly say that I was surprised Wednesday had relatives that were criminals. Mental illness runs in family's and it wasn't implausible to have two siblings be unhinged. Although I couldn't help but wonder-

"You know, you should really remember to wipe that cheap pink lip-gloss off your face before you go home tonight." She answered my unasked question before spinning around on her heel and stiffly, yet gracefully, strutting out of my office like a regal corpse.

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