Author's Note (Updated): Just a quick note to let you know that I started this story way back in season 1 right after "The Lyin', the Watch, and the Wardrobe," so now that it's been over a year since that episode, the story is no longer anywhere near canon, but hopefully the story will still ring true to the characters for you. All reviews are extremely appreciated.

"This is ridiculous," Daniel said, exasperation creeping into his face. He had somehow found himself in a psychiatrist's office surrounded by ludicrously expensive paintings on the walls and exotic plants on either side of the black leather sofa that he was sitting on. Sitting across from him behind a desk was a middle aged woman with shoulder-length blond hair. She was inspecting him over half moon-rimmed glasses that had slid too far down the bridge of her nose and she was holding a yellow notepad in one hand as she tapped a black ink pen against her lips.

"What, exactly, Daniel, is ridiculous?" she asked him in a curious tone.

"This!" he replied, waving his arms around. "The fact that I'm here…talking to a shrink. I shouldn't be here."

"Then why did you come?"

"I don't know!" Daniel let out a long sigh, and then continued. "I guess I just… I've been under a lot of stress. I haven't really been myself these past couple of weeks. I've been finding things out about my family, things that they claim they were trying to protect me from."

"What sort of things?" the doctor asked.

"Well, for starters, my father had a love affair with the editor-in-chief of one of his magazines for more than 20 years. 20 years! Nobody ever told me about it."

"I see. And how does that make you feel?"

Daniel focused on the view of Manhattan outside the windows behind the doctor. He let out a bitter laugh and looked down at his fidgeting hands.


"I don't know," he said, looking back up at the doctor. "I don't know how I feel. Maybe…angry. I can't believe that he did that to my mother. And it turns out that it wasn't just one affair, he had dozens."

"Does this surprise you?"

"No," Daniel said shaking his head. "No, not really."

"And why is that?"

"Because… I'm just like him."

"Hmm. How so?"

Sheepishly, Daniel replied, "I sleep with a different woman every night of the week. I don't have a problem with that, by the way. There's nothing wrong with having a little fun."

"But?" the doctor asked with a smirk.

"But," Daniel said through gritted teeth, "everyone keeps telling me that I need to change. That I need to grow up. Everyone who matters, anyway."

"Any people in particular?"

"My mom. Even my dad, if you can believe it. And of course, Betty," he ended bitterly.

"Who's this Betty?"

"Oh, she's just my assistant, it's not really important," he said with a small smile and a wave of his hand to brush the topic of his assistant aside.

"It sounds to me like she is important."

"What?" Daniel asked with wide eyes and a nervous laugh.

"Just a minute ago you said that everyone keeps to telling you to change, everyone who matters."

"Look, she's just my assistant," he reiterated sternly. "She's Betty. That's all."

"I see," the doctor said, nodding doubtfully. "Interesting."