Therapy
prolouge
PG-16  W/G, S/T, X/A, B/A
I own no one here.
Summary: Giles thinks that life on the hellmouth is finally getting to the gang, so he sends them to a therapist, who just happens to be an old friend with knowledge of the darker side of life.


MAGIC BOX.....
   " This is crazy. "
   The room full of Scoobies turned their eyes to Xander.
   " Nice word choicage, " Buffy said, giving him a nod.
   " He's just worried about us, Xander, that's all, " Willow noted.
   " You're only defending him because he gives you orgasms, " Anya stated.
   " That is so not true! " the redhead defensivly quipped.
   " He doesn't give you orgasms? Hmm, that explains alot, " the ex demon mused, rubbing her chin. " I know just the thing. It was used back in medieval times when an older knight had a liasion with a younger maiden. It builds stamina and smells fruity. "
   " Giles so doesn't need anything for stamina, believe me! He is the last person who needs anything like that. He has plenty of stamina. Just the other night, I had him tied to the- "
   Willow stopped, mid sentence, as she realised what she was saying and looked at the five pairs of eyes staring at her. Spike and Tara were smiling, Xander's mouth hung open and Buffy had one brow cocked high. Anya was on the edge of her chair.
   " To the what? " she clepped. " You had him tied to the what? "
   Willow looked to Buffy for help, but all she got was a wiggle of the Slayer's brow. She tried Tara, her green eyes pleading to the blonde witch. As cute as Willow was when she was embarrased, Tara took mercy on her and stepped in.
   " So, Willow, " she began. " This therapist is an old friend of Giles'? "
   " Yes, " Willow replied, mouthing a silent thank you . " The've known each other since college. He's really got the whole, therapy thing down. Plus, he knows about vampires, slayers and the whole big, bad dark world, so hey, he won't order the straightjackets on us. "
   " I think it's a good idea, " Tara said. " I mean, look at our lives. A nice little venting session will do all of us some good. "
   " I agree, " Buffy noted. " The dusting of evil is of the cathartic, yeah, but sometimes it just isn't enough, ya know? "
   " I went to a therapist once, " Spike mused. " No, wait, I ATE a therapist once. My bad. "
   Tara slapped his arm. " Behave, " she ordered.
   " But when I'm bad Pet, you spank me, " he replied, grinning from ear to ear.
   " Okay, enough with the dirty talk, " Xander piped. " Mental image of a tied up Giles is still in my head. I so don't need one of Deadboy Junior getting his lily white bum spanked. "
   Tara, Buffy,  Willow and Anya sighed in unison as they visualised the vamp's senerio. Spike's grin grew into a full fledged cheshire cat and Xander looked at them, then coughed loudly. Immediately, they snapped out of their haze.
   " So, Will, " Buffy asked, turning her attention to her best friend. " What's this guys name again? "
   Before she could answer, the door to the training room opened and Giles, accompanied by a tall, balding man, stepped out.
   " Spike, " Giles said. " Dr. Phil will see you first. "