WC - Unbreakable (Part 4)
Title: Unbreakable
Part: 4/?
Author: angelita26
Rating: PG-13
Characters and/or Pairing: Gen - Neal, Diana, Christie
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Unbetaed.
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Diana receives an important visitor.
Notes: Written for a prompt at collarkink that can be found at the end of this chapter. There are five parts to this fic so far, but there will be between eight and ten parts total.
Part 1: Day 0/ Month 3
Part 2: Month 7
Part 3: Week 1
Timestamp #4: Week 2 or so
...And I Told You to be Kind... ~ ”Skinny Love”, Bon Iver
Diana was surprised when Christie showed up one evening in the hospital room that she shared with Neal. It was a couple of weeks or so after they'd been found - the days ran together a lot in the beginning - and Christie had looked like she was about to cry. In all the time that they'd been together, Christie had rarely ever cried. Not even when they'd broken up.
“Diana?”
“Christie? Hi.” She reached toward Neal's bed before remembering that he was down in radiology for a CT of his kidneys. Twisting his sheet in her fingers, Diana took a breath to try and calm herself. She was feeling a bit unsteady due to the anti-anxiety medication she'd taken when Neal had been wheeled out of the room, and she really didn't want to have this conversation while under the influence of any kind of drugs.
“Is it okay that I'm here? Because I can go.” Christie was standing in the doorway, visibly wavering between staying and leaving.
“It's okay,” Diana replied. “You can come in. I should warn you that Neal will be back in a few minutes, and he's usually loopy from the drugs.”
Christie gave her a sad smile and pointed to herself. “Doctor, remember?” She moved on quickly from the rhetorical question. “I just wanted to come and see how you were doing. How you and Neal were doing. When Peter called... I was terrified for you, Di. For both of you.”
It took Diana a minute to catch up. Christie was talking fast, and her head had already been spinning. “We're going to be okay. I'll be okay.” It wasn't a lie, not really. The therapists kept telling them that, and Diana wanted it to be true, but it was hard to believe sometimes. Hell, she and Caffrey both had to be doped up in order to leave each other's sight right now.
“If you need anything, I'm just a phone call away. Even if it's just mint chocolate chip ice cream or a shoulder to lean on.” Christie's offerings were hesitant. They hadn't been on particularly good terms when they'd broken up, but Diana now knew that hardship brought about a change in most everyone, even those that were on the periphery of the situation.
“I'll remember that. Thanks,” she responded kindly.
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, but it didn't last long. Neal was heard long before he was wheeled into the room by one of their usual nurses. He was belting a jazz song that Diana couldn't remember the name of, and his head was down, concentrating on a puzzle box that Peter had given him to divert his attention when he was stressed. Though, in his current state, he was doing little more than turning it over in his hands. He tensed and his head snapped up when he sensed a new presence in the room. He eyed Christie warily as the nurse helped him back onto the bed.
They reached for each other at the same time - Diana's hand clasping Neal's as he scooted clumsily over to sit next to her. Their beds had been pushed together and locked into place after their first night in the hospital. Despite the fact that they'd both had surgeries and were both very weak, they kept trying to get out of bed to get to the other. Peter had come up with the solution while Neal was barely conscious and still begging to be able to sleep next to Diana, to hold her, to see her.
Christie smiled softly at Neal, but he only had eyes for Diana.
“You okay?” he asked, much louder than he'd intended. He swayed even though he was seated and leaned against her side. Then, his head dropped to her shoulder, and he moaned quietly, probably at the nausea he usually felt after the meds. Neal's system was more sensitive than hers, which made Diana worry.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.” She watched her ex while keeping a steadying hand on Neal.
Christie stepped forward slowly and held up a bag that Diana hadn't noticed before. “I brought you a couple of things. Your favorite lotion, a Sudoku book, some Snickers bars.”
Smiling, Diana nodded and reached for the bag. Their hands brushed when Christie handed it over, and they froze for a moment, eyes locked on each other's. Diana blinked first and pulled away. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome,” was all Christie could think to say.
Diana's attention moved to Neal when he shifted, curling up with his head in Diana's lap and his hands clutching his stomach. She leaned over him, whispering soothing words until he settled. When she looked up, there was an emesis basin sitting within reach on the bed, but Christie was gone.
(End Scene - TBC)
Part 5: Month 1
Thank you for reading!
Original prompt at collarkink here: For some reason, Diana and Neal are kidnapped. For many weeks or months, they remain in captivity, isolated from the rest of the world. They go through a very deep trauma - brutal physical or mental torture, possibly both. The captivity creates a very strong bond between them. After they escape or are rescued, they still need each other. They often hug and touch; sometimes they hold hands, sometimes they lean together on a bench outside, maybe one strokes each other’s hair. They’re also very protective of each other; however, there is absolutely nothing sexual about their relationship.
I would really love to see even a small piece of this.
Also posted at AO3
Part: 4/?
Author: angelita26
Rating: PG-13
Characters and/or Pairing: Gen - Neal, Diana, Christie
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Unbetaed.
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Diana receives an important visitor.
Notes: Written for a prompt at collarkink that can be found at the end of this chapter. There are five parts to this fic so far, but there will be between eight and ten parts total.
Part 1: Day 0/ Month 3
Part 2: Month 7
Part 3: Week 1
Timestamp #4: Week 2 or so
...And I Told You to be Kind... ~ ”Skinny Love”, Bon Iver
Diana was surprised when Christie showed up one evening in the hospital room that she shared with Neal. It was a couple of weeks or so after they'd been found - the days ran together a lot in the beginning - and Christie had looked like she was about to cry. In all the time that they'd been together, Christie had rarely ever cried. Not even when they'd broken up.
“Diana?”
“Christie? Hi.” She reached toward Neal's bed before remembering that he was down in radiology for a CT of his kidneys. Twisting his sheet in her fingers, Diana took a breath to try and calm herself. She was feeling a bit unsteady due to the anti-anxiety medication she'd taken when Neal had been wheeled out of the room, and she really didn't want to have this conversation while under the influence of any kind of drugs.
“Is it okay that I'm here? Because I can go.” Christie was standing in the doorway, visibly wavering between staying and leaving.
“It's okay,” Diana replied. “You can come in. I should warn you that Neal will be back in a few minutes, and he's usually loopy from the drugs.”
Christie gave her a sad smile and pointed to herself. “Doctor, remember?” She moved on quickly from the rhetorical question. “I just wanted to come and see how you were doing. How you and Neal were doing. When Peter called... I was terrified for you, Di. For both of you.”
It took Diana a minute to catch up. Christie was talking fast, and her head had already been spinning. “We're going to be okay. I'll be okay.” It wasn't a lie, not really. The therapists kept telling them that, and Diana wanted it to be true, but it was hard to believe sometimes. Hell, she and Caffrey both had to be doped up in order to leave each other's sight right now.
“If you need anything, I'm just a phone call away. Even if it's just mint chocolate chip ice cream or a shoulder to lean on.” Christie's offerings were hesitant. They hadn't been on particularly good terms when they'd broken up, but Diana now knew that hardship brought about a change in most everyone, even those that were on the periphery of the situation.
“I'll remember that. Thanks,” she responded kindly.
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, but it didn't last long. Neal was heard long before he was wheeled into the room by one of their usual nurses. He was belting a jazz song that Diana couldn't remember the name of, and his head was down, concentrating on a puzzle box that Peter had given him to divert his attention when he was stressed. Though, in his current state, he was doing little more than turning it over in his hands. He tensed and his head snapped up when he sensed a new presence in the room. He eyed Christie warily as the nurse helped him back onto the bed.
They reached for each other at the same time - Diana's hand clasping Neal's as he scooted clumsily over to sit next to her. Their beds had been pushed together and locked into place after their first night in the hospital. Despite the fact that they'd both had surgeries and were both very weak, they kept trying to get out of bed to get to the other. Peter had come up with the solution while Neal was barely conscious and still begging to be able to sleep next to Diana, to hold her, to see her.
Christie smiled softly at Neal, but he only had eyes for Diana.
“You okay?” he asked, much louder than he'd intended. He swayed even though he was seated and leaned against her side. Then, his head dropped to her shoulder, and he moaned quietly, probably at the nausea he usually felt after the meds. Neal's system was more sensitive than hers, which made Diana worry.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.” She watched her ex while keeping a steadying hand on Neal.
Christie stepped forward slowly and held up a bag that Diana hadn't noticed before. “I brought you a couple of things. Your favorite lotion, a Sudoku book, some Snickers bars.”
Smiling, Diana nodded and reached for the bag. Their hands brushed when Christie handed it over, and they froze for a moment, eyes locked on each other's. Diana blinked first and pulled away. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome,” was all Christie could think to say.
Diana's attention moved to Neal when he shifted, curling up with his head in Diana's lap and his hands clutching his stomach. She leaned over him, whispering soothing words until he settled. When she looked up, there was an emesis basin sitting within reach on the bed, but Christie was gone.
(End Scene - TBC)
Part 5: Month 1
Thank you for reading!
Original prompt at collarkink here: For some reason, Diana and Neal are kidnapped. For many weeks or months, they remain in captivity, isolated from the rest of the world. They go through a very deep trauma - brutal physical or mental torture, possibly both. The captivity creates a very strong bond between them. After they escape or are rescued, they still need each other. They often hug and touch; sometimes they hold hands, sometimes they lean together on a bench outside, maybe one strokes each other’s hair. They’re also very protective of each other; however, there is absolutely nothing sexual about their relationship.
I would really love to see even a small piece of this.
Also posted at AO3