Sessions with My Therapist (Invite only)

[Cora Passek]

[member="Nick Kahoshi"]

Cara stirred slightly, something wasn't quite right. Her eyes fluttered as she shifted, just beginning to wake up. A rattle of chains followed, That's sooo not right. Finally her eyes snapped open as she tried to sit up, feeling moderately like someone ran her over with a very large train.

"Umm...." She glanced to the handcuffs on her wrists, and to the .. therapist's couch. Things were starting to slowly come together of just how wrong they really were. "This is so not where I left me." Last she had checked she was in her home alone, with a glass water. She wasn't drinking. Not at all. So how she got here, the poor blonde actually had no freaking idea.

(Leaving this non-canon for the time being. The idea amused me too much to leave sitting on in a word doc.)

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

The former Jedi turned Inquisitor for his home planet watched as the woman stirred. As the principle ship designer for the Atrisian Empire, Cara Sampson was considered a Very Important Person. When she had caused a very alarming stir the previous night, the Inquisition had begun to suspect that there was something inside the woman no one had seen before. So naturally they had sent the former sith hunting Jedi Master to discern the truth.

By being her therapist.

Never mind the fact that his emotions had long ago been severed, or that he was as generally empathetic as a rock. Still, if this was the part he had to play for the betterment of the Galaxy then he would play it. Stomping out dark threats was his purpose after all.

"Good morning Miss Sampson," Nick said to alert her to his presence. "You will have to forgive the circumstances, but after last night it was considered necessary for your own good."

[member="Cara Sampson"]

 

[Cora Passek]

"No. .. No no... I don't do therapy. This is not okay." A bit of panic in her words as she vainly attempted to sort through what possible scenarios that could have led her to this place. But alas none of them seemed remotely possible.

"For my own good? What the hell does that that even mean? I didn't do anything."

[member="Nick Kahoshi"]

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

Not immediately responding, Nick instead looked to the datapad in his hand. "Forty counts assault with intent to do harm. Eight counts of battery, three which a deadly weapon. One count of attempted homicide. As well as approximately 1,000,000 credits worth of property damage. One ISB agent was badly injured during your arrest, and several more sustained minor injuries. All within a three hour period just after midnight. "

Finished, he looked up. "I believe that counts as 'anything.'"

[member="Cara Sampson"]

 

[Cora Passek]

Cara blinked, just once, that's all. "Soo... there's no chance of you taking these cuffs off is there?" Needless to say she was shocked with the charges, it didn't seem possible that one tiny woman could cause ALL that trouble alone.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

Truthfully, the woman was not a threat to Nick unless something truly wicked lived inside and could come out fully. Revealing that would potentially break his cover though, as no normal therapist would stand a chance against a Force crazed woman. "I am afraid not," he said though there was no actual regret present in his voice. "They make certain individuals aware of your situation...more comfortable."

[member="Cara Sampson"]

 

[Cora Passek]

"I'm confused." Cara said quietly. "I'm just one woman. I mean ... I couldn't have done all of that on my own!" Could I? Protesting the situation. "I don't even remember last night. I swear." Maybe he'd believe her. Maybe not, but it was worth a shot.

[member="Nick Kahoshi"]

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"That is why you are here instead of prison at the moment," the former Jedi stated flatly. "I can assure you that it was in fact just you. Physically at least. There are some that believe perhaps you were, well, influenced. Does something like this sound familiar Miss Sampson?"

[member="Cara Sampson"]

 

[Cora Passek]

"So let me get this straight. I'm sitting here in a therapist's office ..... because I can't remember?! How the feth does that work out?" The blonde could not have been more confused. "Sound familiar?! I can't remember! How in the galaxy is that supossed to be familiar to me? I can't remember!" Yup, Cara was getting frustrated and angry, to say the least. She just didn't understand. Though something did click. "I know what you are thinking...." Grumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest, not really wanting to talk anymore.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"That you have some of of Sith presence locked away in your mind?" he asked completely missing her actual point. "Yes that is what I, and many others, believe actually. When did these episodes start?"

 

[Cora Passek]

Cara blinked. "Ummm .... The hell are you talking about. There isn't a Sith in my mind. Did you lose your mind somewhere along the way between home and when you got to the office today? Because I seriously think you need to check on that."

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"Hmm," Nick said. So she was not aware of the situation. That would certainly make diagnosis more difficult. Of course it really could be that something else was wrong, but the Force was telling him otherwise. "Let us start from the beginning. Have you had incidents like this before?"

 

[Cora Passek]

The blonde paused, and frowned. "Well, I mean ... I've blacked out before, but alcohol was always involved." A shake of her head followed, "But I wasn't drinking this time. I know I wasn't." For once she was being honest about that, no alcoholic beverages at all. She had plenty of reasons to be sober.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"Did you believe it was normal to black out based on your alcoholic consumption?" he asked. "Perhaps you drank far less than what would normally cause such a reaction yet still blacked out?"

 

[Cora Passek]

"To be fair, I used to drink... a lot. But I stopped some time ago. Blacking out, was normal. Was, being the key." Cara shook her head furiously, " I didn't drink anything this time. I had water, it's the only thing I had." She repeated.

For a moment, her brow furrowed together, while she thought through more recent events. "I started passing out, a few months ago, waking up in strange places, places I didn't bring myself to." The reality was a very scary one, even to her something she greatly feared. The idea that she'd go to sleep, and wake up some where else, was in no way comforting and for months she had no way of connecting the dots. "Maybe it was a head injury..." If only life could be that simple.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

Finally they were getting somewhere. "I am afraid that is not the case. You're mind has already been scanned to rule out that. Can you remember encountering a sith, or some other Force user, that had the chance to somehow affect your mind?"

 

[Cora Passek]

"You WHAT?!" Cara shouted, climbing to her feet. They took her to a hospital and put her through a machine! That no...... No, that was bad. Bad bad juju. Cara hated hospitals, and doctors, and everything with to do with medicine in general. Needless to say, she was pissed off now.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"Please sit down Miss Sampson," he said the warning clear in his voice. "It was nothing more than a standard scan, a necessity given the state you were in."

 

[Cora Passek]

"That's NOT the point!" She shouted, rightly and truly pissed. "You did not have permission to do that to me! And I hardly consider it necessary!" The blonde could have cared less if there was a metal pole stuck through her brain, there simply was no good reason to put her through what she viewed as unneeded medical tests.

By the point in time, Cara had retrieved a hairpin from her pocket, and had already off and on been working on the cuffs. Finally feeling it come lose and one end of the cuffs dropping away, the fiercely angry blonde headed for the door. "I'm done with this. No way, no how. I'm not doing this. Not now, not ever. Fething know it all therapists!" She grumbled reaching out to open the door, completely intent on leaving.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

To her outburst Nick's reaction was... nothing. It did not faze him in the slightest, and he passively watched as she attempted to make her escape, her getting out of her handcuffs warranted a raised eyebrow but nothing more. His briefing had not mentioned her criminal background. As she approached the door, sealed from the outside (probably by someone who was aware of her criminal background), he simply looked down to his datapad. "I suppose that confirms the two dozen petty and four grand thefts were done by you. They were not sure has most were done by a completely unclothed woman. You were wearing those clothes when arrested hence the uncertainty."