In Sickness and In Health: Chapter 3
Summery: When Leslie is attacked near the pit, Ann plays nursemaid to her, trying to help heal the physical and emotional scars created.
Rating: T (for some violence, not rape)
Spoilers: Everything before Kaboom!, I guess. It's pretty general, though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Parks and Rec. or Designer Runway (reference made to it). I also do not own the quote at the beginning of this story (their authors will be released at the end of this story).
Author's Note: Why yes, it has been a very long time since I've updated... Would you believe that real life got in the way? *Dodges things thrown* Okay, okay fine! Enjoy the new chapter!
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“You just need to say 'forget the world' and hold on to the people that you care about the most.”
"All right, WHERE IS HE?" Ron comes marching into Ann's living room. He pauses. "Or she?" He says.
Ann looks up from her position by the couch, where she's putting a new wash cloth on Leslie's head. "Ron, quiet down!" She whispers harshly.
A half-hour ago, she had Andy call Ron and Dave. Dave, because he was Leslie's boyfriend and a policeman, so he could help her figure out what the heck had happened to Leslie. Ron, because he needed to know that Leslie wouldn't be in to work for the next couple days.
Ron took this as an invitation to come over and try to hunt down the "son of a bitch rat bastard" that attacked Leslie. With a hunting rifle.
"Ron, get that out of my living room!" Ann hisses at him. She doesn't want Leslie to wake up, get one look at the gun, and freak out. Ann still isn't sure what happened to her, but she thinks that the last thing that could help would be to wake up and see an angry bear-like Ron Swanson wielding a rifle. Even if it was meant to help you.
As if on cue, a small moan comes from Leslie's mouth. Her eyes begin to flicker and her head shakes slightly, as if trying to get rid of the aching headache that Ann's sure is there. Ann smiles slightly and takes her hand.
"Leslie?" She asks.
Leslie's eyes open and she looks at Ann. "Hey." She says.
"Hello Knope." Ron says. Still holding the hunting rifle.
"Ron." Ann says tiredly. "Please put the gun outside."
"I won't shoot anything. I've hunted several times with this baby." He starts twirling the gun around like a baton, as if to show off his gun toting skills. "I'm not going to-" The butt of his gun smashes into a picture of hers, breaking the glass and splitting the frame in two. There's a long pause. "I can fix that."
"Outside." Ann says simply, and this time he goes.
"So, what am I doing in your house?" Leslie asks, trying to sit up, but wincing. Ann wraps an arm around her back and helps pull Leslie up.
"You were hurt." Ann says, picking up the washcloth from where it fell as Leslie moved. She gently rubs it down Leslie's arm. “Do you remember what happened?”
Leslie’s scrunches her brow, and a few seconds later her eyes go dark. She remembers. It terrifies and saddens Ann, because she has never seen Leslie this upset. She puts down the washcloth and lays a hand on Leslie’s shoulder for comfort.
“It’s going to be okay, Leslie.”
In reply, Leslie moves forward and puts her head on Ann’s shoulder, closing her eyes again. Ann isn’t sure what to do here, but gently wraps one hand around Leslie’s back and brings her closer. She puts her chin on top of Leslie’s head. Subconsciously, her hand comes up to the bottom of Leslie’s hair, and her fingers hover there, uncertain. Slowly, she lets her fingers flow over the bottom of Leslie's’ hair, trying to bring some comfort to her.
She feels Leslie stiffen and she’s about to remove her fingers when Leslie’s body relaxes completely, and she can feel a soft breath exhale from her body. Ann lets her eyes close and they stay that way for a minute until they hear the front door bang open. Ann pulls apart from her and begins to pick up the washcloth, determinedly not fancing Leslie.
A moment later, Dave comes into the room, wearing an expression of extreme concern. His eyes scan the room for a moment before finding Leslie, and he rushes over to her side.
“I heard what happened.” He says. “Are you okay?”
Leslie nods, and Dave draws her into an embrace - putting his hands exactly where Ann did just a few seconds earlier. She picks up the washcloth and leaves the room with a lump in her throat.
Leslie’s awake and she’ll be okay now.
So why isn’t she happy?
Rating: T (for some violence, not rape)
Spoilers: Everything before Kaboom!, I guess. It's pretty general, though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Parks and Rec. or Designer Runway (reference made to it). I also do not own the quote at the beginning of this story (their authors will be released at the end of this story).
Author's Note: Why yes, it has been a very long time since I've updated... Would you believe that real life got in the way? *Dodges things thrown* Okay, okay fine! Enjoy the new chapter!
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“You just need to say 'forget the world' and hold on to the people that you care about the most.”
"All right, WHERE IS HE?" Ron comes marching into Ann's living room. He pauses. "Or she?" He says.
Ann looks up from her position by the couch, where she's putting a new wash cloth on Leslie's head. "Ron, quiet down!" She whispers harshly.
A half-hour ago, she had Andy call Ron and Dave. Dave, because he was Leslie's boyfriend and a policeman, so he could help her figure out what the heck had happened to Leslie. Ron, because he needed to know that Leslie wouldn't be in to work for the next couple days.
Ron took this as an invitation to come over and try to hunt down the "son of a bitch rat bastard" that attacked Leslie. With a hunting rifle.
"Ron, get that out of my living room!" Ann hisses at him. She doesn't want Leslie to wake up, get one look at the gun, and freak out. Ann still isn't sure what happened to her, but she thinks that the last thing that could help would be to wake up and see an angry bear-like Ron Swanson wielding a rifle. Even if it was meant to help you.
As if on cue, a small moan comes from Leslie's mouth. Her eyes begin to flicker and her head shakes slightly, as if trying to get rid of the aching headache that Ann's sure is there. Ann smiles slightly and takes her hand.
"Leslie?" She asks.
Leslie's eyes open and she looks at Ann. "Hey." She says.
"Hello Knope." Ron says. Still holding the hunting rifle.
"Ron." Ann says tiredly. "Please put the gun outside."
"I won't shoot anything. I've hunted several times with this baby." He starts twirling the gun around like a baton, as if to show off his gun toting skills. "I'm not going to-" The butt of his gun smashes into a picture of hers, breaking the glass and splitting the frame in two. There's a long pause. "I can fix that."
"Outside." Ann says simply, and this time he goes.
"So, what am I doing in your house?" Leslie asks, trying to sit up, but wincing. Ann wraps an arm around her back and helps pull Leslie up.
"You were hurt." Ann says, picking up the washcloth from where it fell as Leslie moved. She gently rubs it down Leslie's arm. “Do you remember what happened?”
Leslie’s scrunches her brow, and a few seconds later her eyes go dark. She remembers. It terrifies and saddens Ann, because she has never seen Leslie this upset. She puts down the washcloth and lays a hand on Leslie’s shoulder for comfort.
“It’s going to be okay, Leslie.”
In reply, Leslie moves forward and puts her head on Ann’s shoulder, closing her eyes again. Ann isn’t sure what to do here, but gently wraps one hand around Leslie’s back and brings her closer. She puts her chin on top of Leslie’s head. Subconsciously, her hand comes up to the bottom of Leslie’s hair, and her fingers hover there, uncertain. Slowly, she lets her fingers flow over the bottom of Leslie's’ hair, trying to bring some comfort to her.
She feels Leslie stiffen and she’s about to remove her fingers when Leslie’s body relaxes completely, and she can feel a soft breath exhale from her body. Ann lets her eyes close and they stay that way for a minute until they hear the front door bang open. Ann pulls apart from her and begins to pick up the washcloth, determinedly not fancing Leslie.
A moment later, Dave comes into the room, wearing an expression of extreme concern. His eyes scan the room for a moment before finding Leslie, and he rushes over to her side.
“I heard what happened.” He says. “Are you okay?”
Leslie nods, and Dave draws her into an embrace - putting his hands exactly where Ann did just a few seconds earlier. She picks up the washcloth and leaves the room with a lump in her throat.
Leslie’s awake and she’ll be okay now.
So why isn’t she happy?