When Harris Met Dinah

Dinah laid back on the couch, waiting for the first mention of her name out of someone other than the receptionist. Thirty minutes and nothing.

Lance, she 'heard' someone, a male physician. Dinah Lance, migraines.

Dinah Lance, he called out as he stepped out of the door way separating the waiting room and the hallway leading to examination rooms.

She slowly stood, shoving a lock of bright pink hair behind her ear. She cracked open an eye to see that the person who'd called her name was new. Well, he'd not been there in any of the other visits that she'd made. Cropped red hair and a diverted gaze. She focused on him, trying to glean some hint of what was about to happen – questions, procedures, quackery, annoyed tones, among other things—and, to her surprise, found nothing. For once, someone was closed off to her.

She'd have smiled if her head wasn't still throbbing like a mother fucker.

She'd have run if she wasn't so damn curious about just what was causing the silence between them.

"So, while I see that you've got migraines listed as your reason for a visit, I'm guessing there's more to it," he started as he scanned the forms she had filled out. He motioned for her to enter the examination room to her right. She did so, flinching at the bang the door made when it closed.

"They're migraines. I've been getting them ever since I was a kid," she stated, suddenly not liking the fact that he couldn't be read.

She focused her mind, trying to push the idea that he didn't want to ask questions. That he just wanted to give her the meds that she had been taking in order to make the headaches go away.

"I realize that you're probably used to getting your way, Ms. Lance, but I should tell you that all you're really doing is giving me a headache by probing at my head," he stated, catching her off guard.

"Who are you?" she asked, biting back the worry that tried to creep into her voice.

"I'm no one you should worry about. I'm here to help you actually. You've been able to see into the minds of others for a long while now. All of your life, if I'm right." She didn't say a word, leading him to sigh. "Perhaps I'm going about this all wrong, but I'm not the best at subtle. I'm not here to hurt you. I swear. You can at least tell that much, can't you?"

Dinah shook her head. "I don't. You are being cryptic, and I can't get into your head, and the pressure of everyone and everything is just killing me."

Harris sighed as he listened to her speak. He held a hand out towards her head without getting close enough to hurt her. "Then, at least let me start trying to earn your trust. At least let me help you with your headache."

Dinah raised a brow at him, before closing her eyes and nodding. "If you can make my head stop hurting, I'll trust you."

Harris smiled softly before resting his fingertips to her temple. "Just relax, and the pain will be over quickly."

She took a deep breath, and in what felt like an eternity trapped within a moment, the ache was gone. Her eyes opened, and before her stood a figure with golden skin and brilliant blue eyes. She blinked, clearing the image, though the same warm grin remained.

"What was that?" she asked softly.

"That's just the beginning," he teased. "Trust me?"

She felt a small smirk form on her face. "I guess."