Ethan/Kristina: Near To You (1/?)
Title: Near To You (1/?)
Author: sarahbell05
Fandom: General Hospital
Characters/Pairing: Ethan Lovett/Kristina Davis
Table: Relationship
Prompt: Trust
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of domestic abuse.
Warnings: Kristina is underage (17) and Ethan is in his early twenties.
Word Count: 1035
Summary: Ethan cares for Kristina after Kiefer attacks her.
Notes: I think this may be the first Ethan/Kristina fanfic so I'm hoping I do it justice. :)
Trust
The first time she texts him, he's closing up the Haunted Star. It's somewhere around four in the morning, and the shrill beeping of the notification in the silent casino makes him jump.
Could you come to the docks? - Kristina
He's only spoken to the teen a handful of times, but before he knows it he's locking up the casino and heading toward the docks. He knows in his bones something has to be wrong for a well-to-do daughter of a former DA to be wandering Port Charles in the middle of the night and texting someone like Ethan Lovett.
Her finds her on the stairs, her head resting against her knees. Her face is hidden but he can see her shoulders shaking. She looks even smaller than normal, and he approaches her slowly before placing his hand on the back of her head. The shaking stops but she doesn't look up. He kneels down and uses his other hand to guide her face upwards, and has to force down the gasp at the sight of her bruised face. Her bottom lip is swollen, there is a gash on her cheek, and her right eye is quickly turning purple. There are tear stains running down her face and they well up in her eyes again when she looks at him.
"I...I'm sorry. I didn't have anyone else to call. My mom..." her voice cracks and he doesn't say anything, just lifts her into his arms and heads back to the Haunted Star. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and she is silent as he crosses the few blocks to his father's casino. It's a quick trip, even with the added weight of Kristina in his arms, and soon he's setting her down gently on the small couch in his living area above the casino. She immediately curls in on herself, pulling her knees up to her chest and staring off into the distance.
He creates a makeshift ice pack out of a few cubes and a kitchen towel and returns to the couch with that and a first aid kit.
"Put this on your eye." It's the first thing he's said to her, and Kristina flinches at his voice but takes the ice pack wordlessly. He set to work on the rest of her face, pulling out the neosporin and pressing some onto his index finger. He moves toward her busted lip but she instantly recoils, pushing herself against the edge of the couch.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he says in what he hopes is a soothing voice. It seems to work and she moves just close enough for him to reach her. He dabs a bit on her lip before moving to the cut on her cheek. It's not as bad as he had originally thought, and the cut has already stopped bleeding. He covers it with a band-aid, closes the first aid kit, and sets it aside. He thinks Kristina seems to have calmed down a bit, so he takes his chance to inspect her eye.
She turns to him as he rests his hand over hers, pulling the ice pack away from her.
"That's quite a shiner." he says, outlining the darkening bruise with his thumb. She winces but doesn't move. After a moment, he sighs and sits back.
"So, are you going to tell me who did this to you?" he asks, though Ethan's pretty sure he knows the answer.
"It doesn't matter." she finally says, fingering the hem of her skirt.
"It does matter." he insists, but doesn't say anything more. Her lack of an answer is all he needs to know, but a few moments later she mutters an almost-silent answer of "my boyfriend, Kiefer."
After a few minutes, he gets up to pull a blanket and pillow off of his bed.
"Get some sleep, it's late." he says, and Kristina only nods and moves down further onto the couch, tucking the pillow under her head as he drapes the comforter over her. Once he's sure she's settled, he heads for the door.
"Where are you going?" she says, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow and blanket.
"I've got to finish closing up downstairs. I'll be back. Go to sleep." With that, he closes the door and heads straight for the exit. As he's walking out, he uses his phone to look up everyone in Port Charles with the name of Bauer. Thankfully, there's only one listing in a neighborhood affluent enough for Kristina's boyfriend's family.
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He returns to the apartment a few hours later, none the worse for wear. His theory on men who beat on women has been proven true once again: when faced with someone who can fight back, they're weak. Some caveman part of him is proud of the fact that Kiefer has walked away from the night with more bruises than Kristina. He also feels insanely stupid, for not realizing that day on the docks that the 'falling while texting' story had been a load of crap.
He steps into his apartment and finds Kristina fully awake, channel surfing on the small TV near the couch.
"I thought you were supposed to be asleep." he says as he steps through the doorway. Kristina shoots a glare at him, made all the more harsh by her injuries.
"I thought you were supposed to be downstairs."
"I had something to take care of."
"Let me guess, did it involve Kiefer?" Kristina spits out the last word, but Ethan doesn't deny it. She stands up and suddenly she's way too close to him, obviously trying to intimidate him but the effort the petite girl is making makes him want to laugh.
"You're an idiot." she says, but a second later she throws her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. He instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, and decidedly ignores the warm feeling it gives him.
"But thank you." she whispers. She pulls away, and grabs her things before heading toward the door. She turns to him again and gives a small smile before leaving.
And suddenly, Ethan's acutely aware of the emptiness of the apartment.
Author: sarahbell05
Fandom: General Hospital
Characters/Pairing: Ethan Lovett/Kristina Davis
Table: Relationship
Prompt: Trust
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of domestic abuse.
Warnings: Kristina is underage (17) and Ethan is in his early twenties.
Word Count: 1035
Summary: Ethan cares for Kristina after Kiefer attacks her.
Notes: I think this may be the first Ethan/Kristina fanfic so I'm hoping I do it justice. :)
Trust
The first time she texts him, he's closing up the Haunted Star. It's somewhere around four in the morning, and the shrill beeping of the notification in the silent casino makes him jump.
Could you come to the docks? - Kristina
He's only spoken to the teen a handful of times, but before he knows it he's locking up the casino and heading toward the docks. He knows in his bones something has to be wrong for a well-to-do daughter of a former DA to be wandering Port Charles in the middle of the night and texting someone like Ethan Lovett.
Her finds her on the stairs, her head resting against her knees. Her face is hidden but he can see her shoulders shaking. She looks even smaller than normal, and he approaches her slowly before placing his hand on the back of her head. The shaking stops but she doesn't look up. He kneels down and uses his other hand to guide her face upwards, and has to force down the gasp at the sight of her bruised face. Her bottom lip is swollen, there is a gash on her cheek, and her right eye is quickly turning purple. There are tear stains running down her face and they well up in her eyes again when she looks at him.
"I...I'm sorry. I didn't have anyone else to call. My mom..." her voice cracks and he doesn't say anything, just lifts her into his arms and heads back to the Haunted Star. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and she is silent as he crosses the few blocks to his father's casino. It's a quick trip, even with the added weight of Kristina in his arms, and soon he's setting her down gently on the small couch in his living area above the casino. She immediately curls in on herself, pulling her knees up to her chest and staring off into the distance.
He creates a makeshift ice pack out of a few cubes and a kitchen towel and returns to the couch with that and a first aid kit.
"Put this on your eye." It's the first thing he's said to her, and Kristina flinches at his voice but takes the ice pack wordlessly. He set to work on the rest of her face, pulling out the neosporin and pressing some onto his index finger. He moves toward her busted lip but she instantly recoils, pushing herself against the edge of the couch.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he says in what he hopes is a soothing voice. It seems to work and she moves just close enough for him to reach her. He dabs a bit on her lip before moving to the cut on her cheek. It's not as bad as he had originally thought, and the cut has already stopped bleeding. He covers it with a band-aid, closes the first aid kit, and sets it aside. He thinks Kristina seems to have calmed down a bit, so he takes his chance to inspect her eye.
She turns to him as he rests his hand over hers, pulling the ice pack away from her.
"That's quite a shiner." he says, outlining the darkening bruise with his thumb. She winces but doesn't move. After a moment, he sighs and sits back.
"So, are you going to tell me who did this to you?" he asks, though Ethan's pretty sure he knows the answer.
"It doesn't matter." she finally says, fingering the hem of her skirt.
"It does matter." he insists, but doesn't say anything more. Her lack of an answer is all he needs to know, but a few moments later she mutters an almost-silent answer of "my boyfriend, Kiefer."
After a few minutes, he gets up to pull a blanket and pillow off of his bed.
"Get some sleep, it's late." he says, and Kristina only nods and moves down further onto the couch, tucking the pillow under her head as he drapes the comforter over her. Once he's sure she's settled, he heads for the door.
"Where are you going?" she says, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow and blanket.
"I've got to finish closing up downstairs. I'll be back. Go to sleep." With that, he closes the door and heads straight for the exit. As he's walking out, he uses his phone to look up everyone in Port Charles with the name of Bauer. Thankfully, there's only one listing in a neighborhood affluent enough for Kristina's boyfriend's family.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He returns to the apartment a few hours later, none the worse for wear. His theory on men who beat on women has been proven true once again: when faced with someone who can fight back, they're weak. Some caveman part of him is proud of the fact that Kiefer has walked away from the night with more bruises than Kristina. He also feels insanely stupid, for not realizing that day on the docks that the 'falling while texting' story had been a load of crap.
He steps into his apartment and finds Kristina fully awake, channel surfing on the small TV near the couch.
"I thought you were supposed to be asleep." he says as he steps through the doorway. Kristina shoots a glare at him, made all the more harsh by her injuries.
"I thought you were supposed to be downstairs."
"I had something to take care of."
"Let me guess, did it involve Kiefer?" Kristina spits out the last word, but Ethan doesn't deny it. She stands up and suddenly she's way too close to him, obviously trying to intimidate him but the effort the petite girl is making makes him want to laugh.
"You're an idiot." she says, but a second later she throws her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. He instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, and decidedly ignores the warm feeling it gives him.
"But thank you." she whispers. She pulls away, and grabs her things before heading toward the door. She turns to him again and gives a small smile before leaving.
And suddenly, Ethan's acutely aware of the emptiness of the apartment.