Confessions of the first order therapist.

Work B**ch

This is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down- that's.... No- not how I'm going to start my story.....

I wasn't really a bad guy per say... I just worked for one. Now I know what you're thinking what in the sam hell is wrong with you (Y/N). well, I can honestly AND clinically say there is nothing wrong with me. And I would know because I'm a therapist- a psychologist to be exact. For most of my career, I spent it giving free sessions to those in need until one day there was a note sitting on my desk that said "Join the first order or die." that wasn't exactly what it said but it was something like that. it seemed pretty sketchy at first... I don't know about you, but I sure as hell didn't wanna die. So, I packed up my office and waited for whoever it was who left the note to come back and get me. I did a lot of waiting, like a lot of waiting! It must have been like a good five hours worth because when they showed up I was passed out.

"Dr. (L/N), please wake up." said a deep manly voice.

 slowly lifting my head there was a look of confusion on my face. I was in the middle of a really good nap and was having a good dream. Standing in front of my desk was a tall lean man in a clean finely pressed black uniform. His red hair was neatly groomed and his blue eyes were gleaming.

"You are Dr. (L/N), correct?"

I cleared my throat and sat up straight. "That's what the name plaque on my desk says."

"There is no name plaque on your desk." He sighed.

"Yes, there-" I paused to look down. "Is not a name plaque on my desk."

"But, yes, I am Dr. (L/N)" I stuck my hand out for him to shake, and I was rejected.

Wouldn't be the first time I was rejected by a man.

"Dr. (L/N), allow me to introduce myself, I am Armitage Hux and I am a general in the first order and don't shake hands. God only knows where your hands have been. Germs are everywhere doctor and you should know that." he scoffed, walking circles around my desk.

I furrowed my brows a bit and shifted my weight to one side. What. the. Hell.

"Well, I'm not that type of doctor so it's not like I would know... besides you're wearing gloves."

The General snapped his head in my direction. " And you have no desk plaque."

I nodded my head feeling unoffended. "Touche."

After a weird brief encounter, I was escorted to a ship by two stormtroopers while another two gathered the boxes in my office. Being a friendly person I felt it was only right to introduce myself.

"I like your suit. It screams I-know-how-to-shoot-a-gun."

"Thank you," he replied rather monotoned.

I brought my arms in front of me and placed my finger together. "I'm Dr. (F/N) (L/N), what's your name?"

"TK- 626"

"That's- That's a lovely name." I smiled stiffly.

I decided to keep to myself, TK- 626 wasn't the most interesting person to talk to. He was bland and quiet square. I should've known that there was only so much personality to come from a stormtrooper. The rest of the walk to the ship was silent till I had reached the landing pad and the General caught up to me. As we boarded the finalizer he explained why I was there. I figured it was because the first order needed a therapist... but I could've been wrong... but I was totally right, by the way.

"So you're probably wondering why you're here. Well, Doctor, it is because we need a therapist," said Hux as he turned a corner. "It has been noticeably brought to my attention that our commander has some behavioral issues and-"