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It's a serious Malcolm in the infirmary tonight. Not because he has anything in particular on his mind, but he hasn't seen good friends in quite some time, and one starts to wonder after a while how people are doing back on their worlds.

But for now, there are the rounds to make, and Malcolm is focusing on that.

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There were one couple of friends stopping by, and holding hands with each other.

Kate glanced toward Will, and then turned toward the psychiatrist, "Hi, you busy?"

Will holds her hand tightly and says in a bit of rush,

"Just wished to speak to ye 'bout an idea Kate's got for aidin' with some o'our troubles an wished for yer advice?"

"Sure, guys, just a moment," Malcolm replies, finishing an update of one of the current patient's charts. "Looking good," he tells the patient with a wink, then slips the chart back on its hook at the foot of the bed, and turns to Will and Kate.

"Why don't we sit over there?" he says, gesturing to the secluded counseling corner. "And you can tell me all about it."

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Kate sat down, keeping her hand linked with Will's.

"Well you could probably explain better. I spoke with Weyland Smith recently and he offered to help me confront my memories from what happened with Brand."

"An I'm worried cause dinna know what that might mean an seems like there 'as to be someway to do that without 'avin' to make a deal with someone as powerful as Weyland."

Will holds Kate's hand even tighter because he doesn't want her to make any deals with anyone.

"Brand?" Malcolm blinks, clearly not having thought about that name in a while. "I'm not sure any of us have good memories about that."

His expression shifts to concern. "How exactly would he do that, Kate?"

"Somehow make something, saying I'd be confronting my memories, my demons in his world. Said I had to trust him to do so, and I don't right now. Said I wouldn't be hurt, other than what cropped up in my memories."

Kate sighed, "Just feels like I need to really face them, and I haven't been. Ignoring or pretending they're not there won't work. Especially with my kind of memory."

"Wish knew more o'what 'e was goin' to do. Seems like there must be some other way to truly face 'em 'stead o'trustin' 'nother powerful man ye dinna know loads 'bout. Anyway memories are like scars, they 'eal o'er in time but canna e'er na 'ave 'em."

Malcolm nods at Will, "I think I'm with you on that."

He grimaces. "And with you too, Kate. I don't know Weyland well." He shrugs. "Don't really know him at all. So I have to say, speaking as a doctor, I'm not comfortable with that offer."

"Then how can I? I can't afford to be getting triggers in the middle of a fight and freezing up."

"Oh aye an 'ow often 'as that 'appened or are ye just 'fraid it might?"

"What's this about freezing up? Has that been going on for a while, Kate?"

Kate paused and considered before admitting,

"It happened once. Only for a moment. Something about this one villain's eyes, or how his voice got under your skin. Eli was able to get my attention quick enough though to take the shot in time."

"One time, that's na 'nough reason, Kate."

"Everyone has an off day, Kate," Malcolm offers.

"The fact it happened at all is bad enough. I got lucky once. Will, you know how important it is to others that we can be relied on." Granted sometimes she pushed herself harder, more to make up for her seeming lack compared with her teammates.

"Ye can be relied upon. Weyland canna, na 'nough to risk yerself on somethin' ye dinna know aught 'bout. Must be 'nother way if ye truly wish to face what 'appened though still think seems askin' for 'urt ye dinna need."

"So I'm guessing this was some form of magic Weyland was talking about?"

"He's not the only person around here with abilities like that. Maybe someone else could pull off the same effect. Someone we'd all feel more worthy of trust?"

"He didn't mention magic. Ok granted it was pretty vague. It only came up because he mentioned how something still was bothering me."

Even thinking about some of the memories made her shiver slightly and rub her hands along her arms like there was a chill to the room.

"Not sure who for something like this."

If she lets him, Will hugs her tightly,

"Aye an since its come up, that's all ye've thought 'bout. Why do ye na trust in yer own strength?"

"You know, Kate, it's not really what happened that matters. It's what we take away from a difficult event. Going back and reliving what happened--even from your perspective--. I'm not about to pretend psychiatry on my world ever considered the possibility, but I don't think it would really help you."

"The trick is to learn how to live with the past, not re-live it, if that makes sense."

Kate sighed, "I found a way to confront the ...other just so I could let go of it. Thought I could do the same with this. And it's easier. Something's not completely going together though."

She then added, "There were a few times, early on after it happened. Felt like it wasn't completely over. Like echoes. Haven't had them in months though."

Will turns pale at the thought of Kate having to confront that part of her past,

"'ow, love?"

"My therapist back home. Combination of going over them with reminders that I was in control. And then lots of days imagining the SOB's face every time I practice." There was a very dark look on her face for the latter statement.

"Just 'gain an 'gain, seems 'orribly cruel."

"Will, you have no idea how broken I was after that. It well... ok, it was like that after the Brand incident but worse. They kept it quiet mostly, my family did."

She sighed, "Didn't stop some at school from making their own conclusions. Like that I was asking for it. The therapy helped some, but it was really only after some of my fighting training that I felt more together."

"Then fight 'gain, ye can beat me as if I was Brand if that will aid ye."

Kate eyed him.

"You sure about that? Don't want you getting all banged up."

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"Will survive, tis what I do an will aid ye."

He made his way through three days of torture, he can manage her beating him up.

Kate considered that, and glanced at Malcolm.

"I think we're going to go."

She then asked Will, "When should we?"

"Whene'er ye ask. Thank ye, sir."

Will bows to Malcolm and helps Kate up, he will help her as much as he can whatever that means.

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