Self inspection

Mr. Doe stays in his office, wandering about his current job position. Now usually he would be knee-deep in some therapist's how-to guide or taking a practice test to be sure he was getting everything he was learning right. At the moment he wasn't doing that as he thought about how he was doing so far, and he had to admit he was not doing the greatest job.

While it seemed he had gotten Rogue and Gambit through their relationship drama alright, he wasn't sure he was doing right with the aftermath. Gambit effectively decided to look after himself rather than continuing to go to him. Which would either be a confirmation of him doing a bad job, as Gambit would rather do it himself than trust him, or a sign he was doing a good job and didn't need any more help.

John found himself thinking more likely a confirmation of his poor job than the opposite. Rogie wasn't much better, as he was trying to help with her touching-people problem, but she was acting so weird that he wasn't entirely sure he had done it remotely right. Then there were his other patients.

He had gone from trying to help Rina with her personal issues to being her big daddy that had sex with her in their sessions. He was pretty sure that was a massive violation as a therapist on several levels. He would probably have his license revoked immediately if what was happening between them got out. Luckily John didn't have a license for anyone to revoke if it got out, he thought while giving a tired sigh.

Then there was Kendall, his latest case; she was a bag of worms. Though through no fault of her own. As far as he could tell, she was a polite and nice girl. She just had a lot of parental issues, which wasn't unexpected, being a child of the X-Men and the clusterfuck that seemed to entail. As far as he had heard over the years, so many X-Men had been killed, resurrected, cloned, and gender-bent that half the time it seemed like a third of them were fucking another version of themselves.

Honestly, it was a miracle the kids who were born from the relationships here were as well-rounded as they were. As John's thoughts turned to the strange relationship history going on at the institute for the gifted, he found his thoughts turning to his own history. He found it slightly depressing the more he thought on it.

As he had started all this being just a minimum-wage janitor, and now he was the therapist to a bunch of mentally fucked-up heroes. This place required someone who was the best in the country at this kind of thing, not him. The problem was he figured the best in the country probably wouldn't touch this place with a hundred-foot pole. So the gifted institute got him instead. Oh, what great joy for them.

Not to mention that this was effectively a reward for killing a man and enslaving a woman. Which did nothing to get rid of the guilt over the whole thing. Sure, Mr. Sinister was probably one of the worst people on planet earth, but that didn't make it right for him to be disintegrated by old janitor John. Though as he thought on that event that changed everything for him, a sudden terrifying thought occurred to him.

What if Mr. Sinister wasn't alone? He knew about the nasty boys, but Mr. Sinister has apparently been in the villain game for years, so he probably had others that he worked with or worked for who were going to wonder what happened to him. "Fuck!" John said, screaming into his hands before turning to a laptop that he had gotten with the office. He quickly turned it on and connected to the X-Men servers to double-check.

What he found did not calm him, as apparently Sinister had worked with a who's who of morally bankrupt mad scientists. Also, he apparently had about a dozen assassin teams as well as his own major bio company. All of whom were going to be wondering where their boss had gone. Which was just wonderful, John thought, and to make matters worse, any of them might have been informed of what sinister was planning to do, which would lead them straight to Phoenix and then to him.

He started breathing in panic before calming himself down with a **** of will. "Okay, John, no one has shown up asking about Sinister, and it's been a while. Hopefully, considering the current story is that Jean Grey killed him in self-defense, should anyone look into it, that's all they should find." John said to himself, trying hard to convince himself everything was fine, and wondered if he could or should start drinking on the job.