Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or the characters.

A/N: This is set after the end of season 2. It is a light hearted look at what happens when the DEO workers have to attend therapy and is written in response to requests from SpencerFan. The plan is to write multiple chapter, each one focusing on one character. So far this is the only chapter I have written though.


"Come in Agent Danvers." Mike Landon greeted. "I am Dr Landon, you may call me Mike." He smiled indicating Alex should sit. When Alex sat but did not immediately speak he waited and waited before finally asking. "And what would you prefer to be called?"

"Agent Danvers." Alex said.

"I see." He commented as he wrote down some notes. "So why are you here?"

"I was ordered to come."

"Not putting too fine a point on it, you are not exactly known for following orders. It wasn't that long ago that you ignored an order from the President." Landon pointed out.

"It was this or suspension." Alex said. "But you already know that."

"I am sensing some hostility."

"How Deanna Troi of you." Alex shot back.

"What exactly are you afraid of?" He asked seemingly ignoring the comment.

"In life?"

"No. In therapy. In this session. What makes you scared to be here?"

"Not so Deanna Troi. I'm not scared. I just think this is a complete waste of time."

"Why? You can be as blunt as you like."

"Fine. I don't see the value of sitting and sharing. All this hippy hand holding won't solve the world's problems."

"I'm not trying to solve the world's problems."

"It won't solve my problems either."

"So you admit you have problems?"

"No."

"No? Your father betrayed you. That must be a problem. Your sister is an alien who kind of took over your life, your mother has always put huge responsibility on your shoulders. Let's not forget about your drinking, I mean that is what actually caused the Director to intervene in your life." Getting no response he went on. "Then there was the being kidnapped and nearly killed by a childhood friend." Alex just sat silently glaring at him causing him to say. "Okay then, what about you killing Kara's last close blood relative?"

"We got past that." Alex said finally biting, but trying to keep her voice calm.

"You mean you believe Kara got past that." He corrected as he continued to scribble. When Alex continued to sit in silence he asked. "So is it just the hand holding you object to? Again be as blunt as you like."

"I'm a scientist. I believe in the experimental method. I believe in data and evidence. There is no real evidence to support any of your profession. Some say talking helps, some say having a safe place helps, some say hobbies help. At the end of the day none of you really know what you are doing. But ultimately that is not entirely your fault because you are trying to solve an ill-defined problem. You see humans, aliens they are all individual, all unique, there is no one size fits all. Some may need help but some won't."

"And you believe you fall into the latter category?"

"I know I fall into the latter." Alex said.

"I see. Yet you were ordered to come. That implies someone thinks you need help."

"Or someone is covering their own six, or someone is projecting their insecurities on me."

"Interesting choice of word. Why insecurities rather than problems?"

"It's just a word." Alex said.

"Words are important. The wrong word has been known to start wars." He pointed out.

"It was just a word. But if words mean that much to you it is interesting you jumped straight to the war example. Why not go for political disagreements, which occur more often?"

"You're a solider not a politician." He said. "So you see my choice of word was deliberate, it had meaning. So why insecurities? Is it because you are still insecure about why you were hired by the DEO?"

"It's just a word." Alex repeated.

"Okay, if you don't want to discuss your word choice, let's discuss your family."

"Let's not."

"Did I hit a nerve?"

"This session is about my work at the DEO not my personal life."

"You don't have a personal life." Landon said. "Your best friend, who is also your sister, is an alien who you work with and who you feel a need to protect, despite her being Supergirl. Your girlfriend, is also in the alien business and you work more cases with her than any DEO Agent, ignoring Supergirl. Your only other significant relationship is with the Director, who is your boss. Your father works for the organisation that the DEO is hunting down. You have no separation from work."

"Didn't hear you complain during the Daxamite invasion or during Myriad."

"I wasn't complaining now. I was just stating facts. And the fact is you have no separation from work. Your family is directly involved with your work, they are so intrinsically linked we can't discuss your work without talking about them."

"Then we have reached an impasse as I am not talking about my family." Alex said standing.

"Walk out the door and you will be suspended." Landon pointed out.

"Fine, I'll stay. The order was to attend not participate."

"That's fine." Landon said.

"What do you mean that's fine?" Alex asked suspiciously.

"I mean that's fine. You can sit in silence if you don't want to talk. But leave and you are suspended."

"I like silence." Alex pointed out sensing a trap.

"So do I."

"So we just sit here in silence?" Alex asked.

"If you would prefer that to talking, yes."

Alex opened her mouth to speak before quickly shutting it.

As Alex silently sat Landon wrote notes, every so often looking at Alex before going back to note writing. As disconcerting as Landon's actions were Alex assumed he was trying to invoke a reaction which only made Alex more determined not to give him one.

After fifty long minutes Landon looked up and smiled.

"Thank you for your time. It has been a most illuminating session. I will see you next week."

-00-

"What's this?" Landon asked as Winn passed him in the corridor and gave him a card.

"The details of my therapist. She's excellent and I figured after a session with Alex you could probably use one."

"You have a therapist?" Landon asked.

"Of course. I mean my father is a murderer, my ex went psychotic and I used to work for Cat Grant. Seriously Jane is a genius. I highly recommend her." Winn said walking off.

-00-

"I thought therapy was meant to help, not drive you to drinking." Maggie commented as she entered the apartment and saw Alex drinking.

"Funny." Alex said.

"Went well then?"

"Complete waste of time."

"Were you ever going think differently?" Maggie asked.

"Probably not but this was more of a waste than I thought it would be. We sat in silence for twenty three minutes."

"Would you have preferred to unburden yourself?"

"No. I would have preferred to have been working. I wasted an hour in that room."

"Would it have been less of a waste if you participated?" Maggie asked.

"Of course not. It was therapy."

"You know I actually feel sorry for the shrink." Maggie smiled.

"He'll be fine. Winn recommended him his therapist." Alex said as her phone buzzed. "Finally!" She exclaimed. "Bg alien attack at the park I need to go." She explained as she kissed Maggie goodbye.

"Even I know that's not a normal reaction to hearing aliens are attacking the city." Maggie said as the door shut adding. "I really pity that shrink." She then suddenly remembered the scene she walked in on and hurried after Alex calling. "Wait up you shouldn't' be driving."

TBC...


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