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Title: Damaged
Author: jake17
Rating: Adult
Couple: Z/L
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell
Summary: In lieu of a prison sentence for a minor assault charge a lenient sympathetic judge feels a year of counselling is a better fit for a young man whose has had a very tough abusive childhood. After several failed attempts with respected seasoned therapists his case has fallen on the desk of Ms. Elizabeth Parker, a young bright caring beautiful recent graduate with very little experience, but a heart of gold. Faced with the choice of dealing his past or living out the next eighteen months in prison Zan must deicide whether to put his trust in someone who truly wants to help him or fall into a world he may never recover from.
Chapter 1.
“You look like a Librarian.”
After pulling her hair back tight in a bun Liz straightened her skirt out with the palms of her hands and sighed in the mirror.
“No Maria, I look... professional.”
Muttering under her breath Maria looked around Liz’s perfectly museum like organized room bored out of her mind.
“Right, a professional Librarian.”
Raising one eyebrow Maria spotted something that peaked her interest. Silently sliding off the bed she flipped open the blue folder that was lying in Liz's briefcase beside her desk.
“So... they’re finally giving you a real case, its about time they give you a chance. I swear that boss of yours spends more time staring at your legs then …whoa what do we have here… “
A wide smile appeared across her face as she ran her thumb over his picture.
“Maria! You know that information is confidential!”
Snapping the folder shut she quickly raised her hands in the air and backed away slowly.
“Relax, I didn’t see a name, all is good. Besides I’ve gotta get to work, stop by the bar after your session for a drink and let me know how it went with Mr. Tall dark and handsome.”
Nervously Liz looked down at her watch and reached for her heels. “Ok, wish me luck.”
Tilting her head to the side Maria smiled confidently, “Not necessary, if anyone can help this guy its you Liz.”
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“Are you ready?”
Zan sat unresponsive staring at the TV, his jaw clenched at the thought of himself slumped across from yet another balding middle-aged head shrinker who assumed to have him all figured out.
Grabbing his keys Michael opened the door and glared down at his friend.
“Look I don’t blame you, I wouldn't want to do this either, but you know the deal, Its
either this or jail. Zan, we’re not talking juvie this time, it’s not worth it, just tell them what they want to hear for once. Bullshit your way through it, its not like you don’t know how. I'm sorry but you don’t have a choice.”
Slamming the heel of his boot on the worn coffee table Zan stared out the window knowing Michael was right.
He also knew that this was his last chance.
He had been through five therapists in the last two months, each one refusing to see him again because of his ‘poor attitude and destructive behavior’ as the called it.
The empathetic judge had run out of patience and was giving him one more shot.
As much as he hated long talks about taking responsibility and dealing with his abandonment issues he knew he had to play the game.
Being locked up was something he couldn’t handle, not for one day; deep down inside he knew that.
He pulled out a cigarette and took a long deep drag contemplating what he would say this time, “We got time for one beer before I have to be there. I need at least one before I do this again. Let’s go.”
Sighing with relief Michael took off down the hall after him.
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“Shot of whiskey please.”
“Just a beer for me.”
Michael hesitated for a moment as the green eyed blonde behind the bar held his gaze before slowly turning away.
“What happened to the beer? Do you really think it’s a good idea to – “
Zan abruptly ended the conversation by removing himself from the bar to sit a booth in the back alone.
“Friend of yours?”
Michael nodded staring at the clock on the wall.
“Yeah you could say that.”
“He doesn’t look very happy with you.”
Sensing that she was prying Maria started to back away.
“Its not me, we don’t fight.” Michael drank half his beer down in one gulp before wiping his mouth. “ You can’t really argue with the guy who saved your life.”
Turning back towards him she rested her elbows on the counter.
“Wow seriously? How exactly did he save your life?”
Staring out into nothing lost in the memory Michael threw money down on the bar.
“The other way around, actually.”
Pulling back in shock Maria looked over the strong muscular tattooed guy hutched in the back and laughed.
“No offense but he looks like he’s the last person in the world that would need saving.”
Pushing away from the bar Michael nervously glared back up at the clock before turning toward Zan.
“Looks can be deceiving.”
Seeing Michael approach out of the corner of his eye Zan slammed his glass on the table and walked out the door.
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“Can I help you sir?”
Zan shoved his hands in his pockets and backed away from the sixty-year-old secretary that was gazing up at him over her bifocals, her expression full of judgment.
Running her finger over the appointment book she grazed the words ‘court appointed session’ while annoyingly clicking her gum against her tongue.
“I see, you must be Alexander Evans, from the County – “
“It’s Zan, and I have a four o’clock with Mr. – Dr. - I’m not sure, I think the name is Parker.”
Snapping her gum she looked him over before quietly shaking her head and walking him down a long hallway to a large room with a huge mahogany desk.
“Have a seat.”
Before he could react she was gone along with the stench of her potent perfume and sound of her constant gum smacking.
Looking over his choices he decided against the couch with the standard flowered pillows and tissue box nearby for a hard leather chair in the corner of the room.
Anxiously he shook his knee up and down as he glanced over the many-framed pictures littered across the shelves and desk in front of him.
He counted five kids in all and one very uptight botox injected stepford wife.
This was what he usually encountered except for the one that took a particular shine to him.
Deeming hypnosis to be a good therapy tool he assumed Zan was out and made the grave mistake of touching his arm.
There were no pictures of children or a wife in his office.
The session was quickly cut short when Zan punched him hard breaking his nose instantly.
That one would’ve cost him his freedom if not for the fact that this therapist was indeed married and running for town office at the time.
Hearing the door open Zan kept his eyes down working up the patience to go through this one more time.
He concentrated hard on anything else, anything but being where he was, trapped under the constant invasive critical glare of another condemning patronizing asshole.
“Hello.”
Stunned by the sweet soft almost gentle sound of her voice he slowly raised his intense amber eyes towards her.
“Who are you?”
A warm smile crossed her pale pink lips as she crossed the room.
Her presence instantaneously stilled any noise or activity going on outside the office or on the busy street below.
All he could see was her beautiful brown eyes focused exclusively on him as she held out her hand unflinchingly towards him.
“It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Liz.”
Taken off guard by the clear mistake she was making he sat back in the chair.
“I think you’re in the wrong room.”
Pulling her hand back she opened the blue folder that had been pressed against her chest and looked inside.
“Mr. Alexander Evans?”
Confused Zan nodded slightly.
“Yeah I’m Zan but…”
Sticking out her hand once again her warm smile returned as she confidently took his hand.
“Well then I’m in the right room. I’m going to be your therapist for the next year, it’s very nice to meet you.”
Distracted momentarily by the instant overpowering attraction he knew they both felt he nodded at the picture on the desk of the family he was sure did not belong to her.
Trying hard to ignore the clear warning bells and red flags that were appearing all around her she pulled back from his strong but gentle hand.
“Oh this isn’t my room, I’m new here, my office should be ready next week. We’ll just be in here for today.”
His silence was meant to make her uneasy, nervous…it was working.
Slowly she moved past the desk severely aware of his constant commanding stare.
She pulled a high back blue chair close to him and sat crossing her legs trying hard to disregard his unwavering steady glare.
He watched every move she made with peaked interest loving how easy this was going to be.
Finally he had caught a break.
Zan had no problem manipulating women, especially those who reacted so quickly to his charms.
He calmly noted how the silky material of her blouse flickered just over her heart as she bit down on her bottom lip forgetting for several seconds to take the cap off her pen.
She was more than flustered; Michael was going to love this story.
He inwardly smiled as he picture them laughing back at the bar at how he fucked her up against her boss’ desk and made her scream.
This was definitely not how he pictured this day going but he couldn’t say he didn’t mind having those legs wrapped around him tight.
Liz folded back a yellow legal notepad and cleared her voice as her years of training rolled through her head.
Keep your focus…
Engage in a caring but professional manner to ensure that your client feels safe while establishing critical boundaries to guarantee he/she can fully benefit from the tools you have learned.
Keep your focus…
Licking his lips hungrily Zan pushed his chair closer to her and reached his hand out till his fingertips her inches from her knee.
His dark eyes followed the shape of her thigh as it disappeared beneath the black material that rose high over her leg.
His voice was seductive almost like velvet as he breathed out his appreciation.
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful Ms. Parker but it may be a little hard for me to concentrate around you.”
Skillfully his golden eyes flickered a look back up to her that would level any girl to their knees.
Slowly he touched the side of her knee feathering his fingertips along the slop of her thigh.
“You are truly beautiful.”
Coolly with incredible composure Liz pushed her chair back and stood walking slowly towards the door.
With her hand on the doorknob she looked back at him with the folder held out in front of her.
“Zan I’ve just spent the last week going over every inch of your life up till now.”
Taking a deep breath she tried hard to keep her emotions in check.
“I know that your mother died when you were a baby and what your…father did – “
Zan immediately became dangerously defensive, his charms were deadly but they didn't come close to the force of his temper.
“Look I – “
Not giving him an inch of leeway she continued softly.
“I’m aware of the ten foster homes you’ve been in and out of and the abuse. I know all about your time in the penitentiary for boys and what …brought you here.”
Gambling she held her breath and opened the door.
“I can only imagine what you’ve been through….the pain... the loneliness....”
Completely floored Zan stood turning his back to her, his heart pounding out of his chest, his fists clenched in anger.
“Zan, if you go to prison your life could take a disastrous turn. I am the last person literally on the face of the earth that can help you right now. So …it’s up to you. You can stay and work with me or …I can submit my report now and you can look forward to surviving up at Watkins State Prison for the next eighteen to twenty-four months. The choice is yours.”
His fingers dug into the chipped paint on the aging sill as he stared blankly out the window.
His voice was low and defeated.
“Close the door.”
Going to try like hell to post often, I will only be writing for this story and Fade into You, after Wicked is finished. No more once a month updates. 
thanks so much for always being here
, hope you all like it, and understand when you get to the end of this chapter who the story was really named after