It was a rainy, cold April morning, and Dr. William Humphries was nestled deeply in his leather office armchair. In his hands, he held a file folder, and his brow was furrowed in deep thought. He scanned the pages thoughtfully, pondering over the information he was reading that a friend had given him. It was a file of a criminal in the custody of the FBI. He hadn't had much of a chance to look over things lately; it was always busy in the psychologist's practice. Places to go, people to see. Will hadn't even had a face to face counsel in nearly a month.

He was pulling his feet up under his body when there was a knock on the glass door. He turned, staring questioningly at the woman standing in his doorway. His secretary. She pressed her lips together and tried to smile. It didn't work to her advantage.

"Doctor Humphries?"

Will blinked at her and pulled his glasses off. "Yes?"

"There's someone here to see you."

Will sighed. He didn't need another new patient. He already didn't have enough time in the day to get through his normal workload. He slipped his glasses back on nonetheless and leaned his head back against the leather backing of the chair.

"Who is it?"

The secretary didn't get a chance to answer because William's guest pushed past her and nearly strutted into the office. Will watched him with raised eyebrows.

"You can't go in there, sir!" the secretary stated wildly. "Not without the doctor's permission!"

Will waved her off, still watching the character in the middle of his office. "It's fine, Stephanie. He can stay."

The secretary left, the door closing tightly behind her. Will stared in front of him. His visitor was a man of average height. He was slender, pale, and had impossibly blue eyes. Red hair stood out sharply against his white skin and made the blue eyes nearly shoot out of his skull.

He looked familiar. Will didn't know where he'd seen him before.

The red head looked pained as he stared at the psychologist. His lips were pressed firmly together in a line and his eyes were cold and emotionless. Will got to his feet and approached the man.

"Good morning. I'm Doctor Humphries. May I ask your name?"

The red head ignored him. Instead, he took a seat across from Will on the leather couch that matched Will's chair perfectly.

"You can call me Will," the psychologist corrected. The red head flinched, almost violently. Will's brow furrowed. "Is there something wrong?"

Again, no answer.

"You must have a reason for coming to see me. What is it? I don't have all day to see you."

"I need your help."

Will chuckled to himself. "That's generally what people come to see me for. Exactly how can I help you? And can you tell me your name, please? I can help you better if I know more about you."

The red head smiled. Weakly. Shakily. He leaned his head back and sighed. His voice wobbled when he spoke next.

"My name is Theta. You don't remember me. I remember you. I never forgot you."

Will raised an eyebrow and looked at Theta questioningly. "Pardon me?"

"My name is Theta," he repeated. "And I'm having a mental breakdown. Aren't you supposed to be able to help with those?"

"Yes," Will said softly. Hesitantly, "Do you have a last name, Theta?"

Theta shook his head. "No. I told you my name is Theta. Don't be so hung up on my name. Are you going to help me or not?"

"Absolutely," Will murmured, reaching out to place a hand on Theta's shoulder. The ginger shuddered. "What can I help you with? Why are you having a mental breakdown?"

"Listen to me," Theta whispered, slapping Will's hand off. "You need to promise you are going to believe me and every word of my story that I tell you. No matter what."

Will put on the best understanding and sympathetic expression that he could muster. Theta cringed. "Mr. Theta, I'll do whatever I can to help you. I swear."

The blue eyes blinked heavily, and Theta stood, turning his back on Will and pacing.

"You're a Christian."

Will was taken aback. "I am. How did you know?"

Theta breathed slowly. "Lucky guess."

Their conversation fell into silence. Theta ran a hand through his curly red hair and cleared his throat.

"I'm God."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I am God, Doctor Humphries. I am the Father. I am the Lord. I am your God."

Will sat there, face blank, his eyes portraying a look of utter disbelief and professionalism. He reached out a hand to draw Theta back to him.

"Mr. Theta, just take a seat, please. Clearly there is something very wrong here, and we can work together to come up with some treatment if you'd just sit down. Cooperate."

Theta chuckled. "I don't need therapy because I think I'm God. I am God. There's nothing wrong with me."

William winced slightly, realizing the defensive effect his words had had on the younger man. "I see," he said cautiously. "Why do you say you're God?" he asked.

Theta sat down on the couch again, eying the psychologist warily. "Do you want to hear my story, Doctor Humphries?"

"I want—"

"Do you want to hear my story?"

Will bit his lip. Was he really going to listen to the crazy ginger that had just walked into his office?

"Okay."

Apparently he was.

Theta smiled sadly. "I'll give you everything, if my memory serves me well."

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