Since When Did Remodelling Become An Issue? Tagged

[Benjamin Taylor]

Coping. It was a thing that he had handled from day one, he coped with a lot. Death, fire, a child, now the family had grown and he was coping with that too. Until Stephanie had turned a world he never want brought to the front door, practically brought and killed on the door step. Well he knew it was far from the doorstep, the kitchen actually and after a night of restless sleep or rather no sleep whatsoever. Ben had decided to do the remodelling. A crow bar and boxes, he had emptied the cupboards and started to take them down.

Not so quietly in the middle of the night and apparently now that was an issue for people? No they were getting a new kitchen, floor, walls everything the whole nine yards because the last thing he wanted was for his mother to have ruined the house they have to together. No his mother had terrified his daughter, had her find her body, Stephanie to deal with that all while he was at work. No his mother was ruining his life from beyond whatever grave she was in. Needless to say coping or handling anything was a little beyond what he could do.

Ben had gone back to work; it was easy enough done as it was the place he could pretend that nothing had happened. No wrecked kitchen, no stained floor, just work and he knew how to do that. Sleep had soon left him and his ten o’clock grumpy rule had now transferred to any point in the day. Food was well whatever he fancied which generally was a bite of toast here and there. He paced at night; he slept little and now people thought he had an issue or rather Stephanie did. Ben was hardly even sure how they had gotten to Brittany’s office, he knew he was sat in the waiting room but the rest was a bit of a blur to him.

All he knew was that he was fine and if people had an issue with remodelling the house, they were just jealous. No he needed no shrink for that as he stayed silent as he sat in the waiting room chair as he stared at Stephanie. Why she had brought him here he had no clue and he was hardly happy about it. Then again there was little he was happy about these days, he had lost his usual happy self into a person that barely smiled and barely had much to say. He existed and now had to waste time at a doctor’s office because Stephanie had practically kidnapped him to it, then again he could barely even tell if he had driven there himself.

Stephanie Taylor, Brittany Severide,

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Stephanie was worried about Benjamin. She’d come home to him ripping the house apart. It was then and there Stephanie had decided she’d hire someone to professionally remodel the kitchen. Moving wasn’t really an option for them. Trying to get Benjamin to talk about things was difficult. Always trying to be the strong one. Fighting her every step of the way, so Stephanie decided to take things further and talk to Brittany.

She waited beside Ben at the psychologist's office. She could tell he wasn’t happy about it but she took everything he threw at her. Deep down, she had been hiding the tears every time he was hurting. Ben was the bright one in the family, the one who always saw the optimistic side of things. Try as she may, Stephanie wasn’t the most optimistic. Achilles sat down on front her but was nudging Ben’s hand and trying to get him to smile. Even the dog knew that something was wrong.

Stephanie placed a hand on Ben’s and leaned her head on his shoulder. The more she tried to make things appear normal, maybe the more he would react to the normal. Stephanie knew what it was like to bury everything. It was okay for her to do that, because it saved everyone pain but what Ben was going through… it was normal but he’d taken it out the hard way. She looked up as Brittany came out into the waiting room. “Ben.” No Brittany wasn’t going insult him by calling him out professionally, she wanted to make things comfortable for him.

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[Benjamin Taylor]

Ben hated when people worried about him. He worried, it was his job in life to worry about everyone else and until recently he had no other person to worry about him. At least an adult person but with Stephanie that changed. There was another adult that could see straight through him and the usual words of everything is okay, well for an adult. It never really worked the same when you were talking to a kid. He wished it did though but even the fact that Stephanie had brought in a professional to do the kitchen, yes he had started it and wanted to finish it.

Then again a crowbar in the middle of the night was hardly the best way but it worked. Ben felt Achilles nudging his hand; he reached out and patted the dogs head as he looked over at Stephanie. Ben was used to the dog alerting him when something was wrong and he never considered it was himself. Feeling Stephanie’s hand on his and her head on his shoulder he tried to relax but then a doctor’s office was hardly the most relaxing place to be. He wanted to be anywhere but there because this time it was him and not Stephanie.

Ben sat there when Brittany said his name, no there had to be another Ben he thought as he glanced around at the empty seats there. “Brittany.” He said trying to smile but the corners of his mouth barely moved as he gripped onto Stephanie’s hand. “I think that I’m cured already.” He stated as he glanced toward the door. “And oh yeah... you hear that?” He said as he reached for his phone that had never gone off at all. “Oh we need to go, work calling. Must by an extra shift to take.” Ben stated trying to wiggle his way out of the meeting as best he could.

He had never been much of a liar and it showed. It hardly stopped him from trying to pull Stephanie to door and out of the way of Brittany. No he went to the woman for Stephanie not the other way around and he was fine, it was just a bad week or day or hour. He was fine because he had to be fine and he would never have been working if that was untrue.

Stephanie Taylor,

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[attr="class","Brittnert"]Brittany was not pleased when Ben started in with the whole avoidance tactics. After a while it got old. “I hear excuses Taylor.” She generally called most of the guys by their last name out of habit. It wasn’t anything impersonal, Brittany and bad habits died hard. She watched as Stephanie pocketed his phone and aided Brittany in attempts to get Ben into her office. Though she was fighting off one of her major migraines. However, that was no excuse to dismiss her clients. They needed her and she could still talk. “My office is a bit more comfortable.”

Brittany pushed open the door and waved her hand inside the door. Deep down Brittany knew she couldn’t force anyone into her office but clearly Stephanie had no issues with being outright pushy and practically dragging Ben into the office and closing the door. “SIT DOWN” Stephanie boomed. Brittany hated when people yelled so she shrunk back, oh she hated it when people yelled. Though she could be guilty of it herself at times.

∵ Benjamin Taylor ∵

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[Benjamin Taylor]

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Ben wanted to scream, he wanted to get out of there and while he was trying to formulate any excuse he was called out on it as soon as he had. Even by his last name which sounded more like a fire house order. Great just great he had to go and make the lamest excuse going. “It’s not an excuse. It’s real.” He said praying that his phone would go just to prove a point. Work had to call they usually did or Grace, she pestered him on the phone and Stephanie would understand him leaving to go help the kids out.

Ben stared at the screen praying that it would light up but before he could have his prayers answered Stephanie too his phone and aided the shrink. Since when he wondered though he could only stand there and try not to move. No if he stepped into that office he was done for, his phone would go it had to go. It always pinged when he least expected and right now he was wanting it to light up like a Christmas tree to get him out of this. Her office was more comfortable, no not for him right now.

Even when the door pushed open Ben felt like running away though Stephanie had other ideas. Before he could resist or think too much on it, he was in her office under his wife’s power and being told to sit down. All Ben could do was sit there and try not to yell but then his usual happy self had disappeared and today, all he wanted to do was snap at people. “Fine.” Ben stated as he folded his arms across his chest, dropping down onto a seat as he glared at Stephanie.

“So doc, I wanted to ask a few more questions about Stephanie and her treatment.” Ben said figuring that familiar territory would be a good place to start. Talking about his wife too meant that there was no way it could be turned on him. He was fine he was just having an off day, he was allowed one of those even if his day had turned into weeks or more. “I wondered if there was anything I needed to know from the last time we were here?” He asked trying to keep his mind focused on anything but snapping at people.

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[attr="class","Brittnert"]Brittany gave Ben a look. One that told him to knock it off. Even Stephanie was a little more willing and she’d been punched by the woman before. Belligerent excuses were nothing new to her. Brittany couldn’t force people to be there or to talk, but if he wanted to keep his job she wasn’t just going to sign a piece of paper and put him back to work at the firehouse.

Once they were all seated and Ben started in on Stephanie’s treatment. “This isn’t about Stephanie. If you don’t want to be here fine. But it’s your job on the line Benjamin.” Brittany tossed her files up on the desk and came to join the two on the couch. Right now, she was going to toss the ball in his court or not at all. “You have people who care about you Benjamin. Enough that they are sitting in my office too.” Brittany knew Stephanie hated here more than she hated being most places.

“The fact you aren’t willing to open up to them….” Well that said a lot about a lot of things. "...they are worried about you. And rightfully so." It honestly had Brittany wondering about the state of the Taylor marriage. She knew given what she knew about Stephanie that Ben could be quite the handful at times. This seemed to only prove more of what Stephanie was saying when they would talk. If they two couldn’t even talk amongst each other maybe they needed more than just intervention to keep their jobs but communication certainly didn’t appear to be a Taylor theme.


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∵ Benjamin Taylor ∵

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[Benjamin Taylor]

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It was about Stephanie because he was making it about Stephanie. Since when did he really need to do this? To talk to anyone about anything, he spoke to Stephanie though lately yes he had pretty much done away with the talking side but that was okay. They were still working, still together and things were okay. Then Ben snapped his eyes toward Brittany, since when did this become about his job, Stephanie had never mentioned that little detail. “Wait whoa no, this is not about my job. My job is fine; it has never been an issue.” Ben stated glancing between the two women as if one or both of them had just stabbed him.

Ben bit his lip wanting to argue back about people that cared would never threaten his job like that. “Yeah well neither of you said anything about my job being in jeopardy really. Is that what everyone wants here? Me to be out of a job too?” Ben snapped rolling his eyes as he knew he was talking his frustrations and fears out on everyone else but he had no idea how to deal with any of it. Work was the one thing he knew inside and out, loosing that too felt like reliving a nightmare he wanted to keep in his past.

“And I’ve told people they don’t need to be worried about me. I’m fine and what more do people want from me?” Ben asked not entirely sure what more he could give to people right then. He hated his mother, was relived she was dead yet at the same time felt guilty for even thinking it. His only remaining family was gone, after they had tried to take Grace annoy his wife and then got what might have been coming to them for years on the kitchen floor. His kitchen floor.

“I don’t understand why I’m here. Everything is okay, Stephanie tell her its okay.” He almost pleads glancing over at her as he wants to be anywhere but on that sofa right then. Why was it so difficult to believe that he was fine, Stephanie told him that a thousand times a day and he was expected to believe it. Ben knew he never did but the option was there to, why did people have to change the rules on him.

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