It’s Ridiculous, But I’ll Always Love You
A Lloyd Hansen Love Story
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Part 1
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Okay, this is too make up for my last Lloyd Hansen story (I’m really sorry y’all). This popped into my head while I was working on my Ransom story, and it wouldn’t leave me alone, so now I’m working on Lloyd and Ransom stories at the same time, because I clearly hate myself. Now, I will give y’all a heads up and let you know that there will be a few parts that might make ya cry, but it’s not like the last Lloyd story, I PROMISE.
Thank you to @fuckingbye for an amazing mood board (as always). You’re perfect and I love you.
Lets get to it.
Word Count: 38,582 (me and my fucking novels)
Warnings: SMUT (Minors DNI OR I WILL SNITCH), 18+ ONLY, Fluff, Swearing, Drinking, Smoking, Cheating, Angst, Toxic Relationship, Minor Abuse, Lloyd Hansen (because he’s a walking warning), Violence Gun Violence (it’s Lloyd), Slight Family Drama, Depression, Daddy Kink, Degrading Kink, Crying, Arguing, Child Trauma...I think that’s everything?
Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: I’m Sorry That You’re Jaded
I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.
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“Mom!” your son, Travis, yells as he runs towards you, Lloyd following behind him at a leisurely pace; a slight scowl on his face.
Of course.
“How was your week with dad?!” you ask enthusiastically, laughing as you almost fall over from the excitement of embrace.
“It was great! We went to a football game, the park, the aquarium, and so much other stuff!”
“Did you get your schoolwork done?” you ask with a chuckle as you cock an eyebrow at your ex-husband.
“Yup! Dad helped me with math before we left for the football game! He told me he can see me being a quarterback one day!”
“I bet he did,” you chuckle, “go inside and get ready for dinner. Stuffed shells and salad tonight.”
“Hell yeah!” he yells before letting go of you and running into the house as Lloyd chuckles.
“Watch your mouth!” you yell after him, before getting up, “Lloyd.”
“Hey Little Hummingbird,” he smirks.
“We’ve been divorced for four years. You can’t think of another nickname?”
“It’s the only affectionate one I have for you at the moment. The other ones are too...dirty.”
“Don’t be a dick. What’s wrong? You look annoyed.”
“Sometimes, I forget how much he’s like you.”
“Says the one who I’m sure encourages him to say ‘hell yes’. What happened? Am I grounding him?”
“No, he didn’t do anything wrong. Got into a little disagreement at the park, and like his Mother, he showed me why I was wrong.”
“Well, in that case, he’s perfect and I’m getting him whatever he wants tomorrow,” you smile as Lloyd just shakes his head and chuckles. “Are you staying for dinner?”
“Ya know, I could stay every night if you’d just take me back.”
“It would be so easy, if you hadn’t cheated.”
“A minor infraction,” he scowls and you roll your eyes.
“Are you staying or not?”
“Can’t. I have a mission to pack for.”
“Lloyd.”
“Don’t start. Denny called while I was on my way over-”
“You know I’m looking at houses next weekend! You agreed!”
“It’s work, Hummingbird.”
“Seems like you’re loyal to everyone except me,” you bite, and by the look in his eyes, you know you’ve hit a sore spot.
“You know I’m sorry-”
“Am I supposed to feel special because I’m the only person you’ve ever sorry to in your life?”
“I don’t wanna argue with you, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you. Hell, I’ll buy whatever house you decide on.”
“I don’t want you buying me shit.”
“Still the most gorgeous and most stubborn woman I’ve ever known. Can you just agree? I’ve gotta leave in two hours.”
“The universe just loves to work in your favor, doesn’t it?”
“Y/N-”
“I’m obviously gonna take him, Lloyd. I’m not leaving our son with some stranger. Especially with the line of work you’re in.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Don’t get upset, my pretty little flower,” he coos as he wraps his arms around your waist.
You hate how much you’re always reminded of how much you miss his touch whenever he makes any type of contact with him. Asshole.
“Let me go, Lloyd. I swear to God, I’ll knee you in the nuts.”
“We both know how much I love it when you try to get rough with me.”
“Lloyd-”
“I’m not trying to fuck you over, Y/N. It’s just work. I will make this up to both you and Travis. I promise, okay?”
“Yeah fine, whatever,” you sigh. “Travis,” you call as you reluctantly break out of Lloyd’s hold, “come and say so long to your dad! He’s gotta go away for a bit!”
“What?! No!” your son yells as he makes his way back to the doorway. “You promised me-”
“It’s work, Trav. I have to go.”
“What the-”
“Watch your mouth,” you warn. “Don’t give your Dad a hard time. He said he’ll make it up to you and he always does. Now, give him a hug. He has to leave in a few hours.”
Travis lets out a heavy sigh but hugs his Lloyd tight nonetheless, “I hate your job.”
“Sometimes, I do too. We’ll do something when I get back, okay?”
“Yeah,” he mumbles solemnly before letting go and running back inside.
“I can’t seem to get it right with him,” Lloyd sighs.
“He’ll forgive you. He always forgives you.”
“And you?”
“I’ll get over it. I always do.”
“I love you.”
“That’s nice,” you mutter, running a frustrated hand through hand through your hair, because that little statement still means more to you than it should.
“Saying it back won’t make us married again, Hummingbird.”
“Why say something that isn’t true?”
“Why lie to the world’s best liar?” he smirks.
“Just go. I don’t have the energy today and you have to go.”
“I���ll call you when I’m on my way back.”
“Sounds fair enough...Lloyd, have you pissed anyone off lately?” you question as an uneasy feeling starts making its way into your stomach.
“According to you, I piss everyone off all the time.”
“I mean more than usual.”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“Lloyd.”
“What’s wrong, little Hummingbird?”
“Something feels...off. I don’t know. I just don’t have a good feeling.”
“Everything is fine. No one knows where you live, no one would dare dream of attacking you to get to me, and you have protection even when I’m not here. You’re fine.”
“Something doesn’t feel right. Be careful, okay?”
“Seems my sweet little butterfly still cares.”
“I fucking mean it, Lloyd. Be careful.”
“I’ll be fine, Hummingbird,” he reassures you before kissing your cheek then turning to walk away.
Something you always tell him you hate, but you and him both know it’s bullshit.
“Do you still have that pistol I gave you?” he asks, turning around and facing you once he reaches the bottom step.
“I always keep it on me.”
“If you’re really feeling that paranoid, make sure it’s loaded and always on you. I’ll check in after I land, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Lloyd.”
You watch him walk back to his car and look around for anything suspicious. After being with Lloyd for forever, you’ve learned that every and anything is a possible threat. When you don’t see anything out of the ordinary, you close the door and make your way into the dining room.
“Who’s up for pasta night?!”
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Technically, you’ve known Lloyd since your Freshman year of High School. He was on the football team and you were in the book club.
Needless to say, you two never interacted.
Sure, you’d heard of him (him being the star quarterback and all), but you two were in two completely different social groups. He made the speeches for the assembly’s to get everyone about football season, and you made sure to have your headphones on when he did. He dated (or fucked) all the cheerleaders, and you took pictures for the school paper. He was voted Homecoming king, and you and your friends made fun of the people who were obsessed with that kind of thing. He was prom king, and you didn’t go to prom.
You two just led completely different lives.
Then came college.
“Thought I knew you from somewhere,” he said, smug grin on his face as he approached your desk after Psych class. “We went to High School together.”
“May I help you with something, Hansen?” you asked, very obviously annoyed as you packed your backpack.
“Don’t get all sour on me and I haven’t even done anything yet,” he taunted with a chuckle.
“Lloyd Hansen: world’s biggest asshole, star quarterback, campus’ biggest womanizer, straight A dickhead...how may I help you, Hansen?” you sighed as you stood up and slung your backpack over your shoulder. “How may I help you?”
“I thought we’d have lunch together.”
“Now, why would that big brain of yours come to that conclusion?”
“Because I know how much you don’t want to,” he grinned at you.
And that’s how it started.
It didn’t matter how or how often you said no, Lloyd wouldn’t give up. You could conclude that the chase is what drew him in. Every woman on campus (even the fucking teachers) threw themselves at him.
And then there was you.
All you wanted was to stay clear of him because, if anything, Harvard made him worse than he was in High School. He was more arrogant, more annoying, way more of a dickhead, and more of a womanizer. While everyone else flocked in his direction, you made sure to stay as much out of his line of site as possible, which only made him want you more.
Then your Junior year came.
“Y/N, we never get you out of your dorm! Now, we finally get you to come to a party, and you’re not even gonna drink?!” your best friend, Tina, pouted as she tried to make herself heard over the music.
“I don’t want to sleep all day tomorrow, and-”
“Y/N, it’s a party!” Tina laughed. “Just have a drink!”
“Tina-”
“You’re a straight A student! One drink isn’t gonna hurt!”
Well, soon enough, one drink turned into one too many
“How’d they get the Virgin Mary to leave her dorm?” Lloyd laughed as he stumbled a little, approaching you with his red Solo cup in hand.
“Leave me alone, Hansen,” you slurred as you leaned against the counter to stay upright.
“Well, the poet-”
“Lloyd, I am not like every other girl here. I’m not impressed with all the shit you can quote from dead old guys. Go...go away.”
“Let me impress you with something else then,” he smirked.
To this day, you still blame the alcohol for the reason you gave in to him at all. You were both drunk, so he wasn’t even all that charming.
“Lloyd,” you moaned as he laid you down on what you can only assume was his bed.
From the look of the room, you had a hard time imagining that it could have been anyone else’s room.
“Such a dirty little hummingbird, aren’t you? Letting me eat your pussy in the kitchen where anyone could see,” he hummed as he ripped your dress off.
What an asshole.
“Please!” you whimpered as he took his shirt off.
“Felt so good, didn’t it?”
“Lloyd, I fucking swear-”
“Jesus, a needy little whore, huh?”
“Then satisfy me!”
“Ask nicely,” he growled before slapping you.
It’s painfully annoying how much he knew what you needed. Even before you did.
“Lloyd-”
“Ask nicely,” he warned again before he slapped you harder.
“Please!”
“Please who?”
“Please, Lloyd!”
“Who?” he growled before slapped you again.
“Please daddy! Please!”
“There’s a good girl,” he smirked before he crashed his lips into yours, as you both fell back on the bed.
You’d always had rules about hooking up, and one of them was them was that you never kissed. For as much as you wanted to push Lloyd off, it felt so fucking good to get kissed with so much passion.
You’d never been kissed so good in your life.
“You want daddy to destroy this pussy, little Hummingbird?” he husked as you two broke apart.
“Please,” you whimpered as you clawed at his chest.
“What will give me in return, hmm?”
“Anything you want,” you promised him.
God, how did he manage to turn you into the biggest idiot in such a short amount of time?
You and Lloyd kept each other up all night, pleasuring and torturing each other in all the ways you could think of, before finally bowing out at 2am. You were usually smart enough to leave after all was said and done, but Lloyd wore you out and he wasn’t kicking you out. You don’t even remember falling asleep, you just remember him letting you rest your head on his chest.
When you woke up the next morning, he was still fast asleep, so you grabbed a pair of his sweats and his crew neck, and quietly slipped out. It really didn’t mean anything to you that you let him eat you out on some dirty kitchen counter top at a party, because isn’t that what college is for? Being crazy and stupid? However, the attention you received after started to annoy the shit out of you.
“Okay so, if you would have told me that alcohol makes you that wild, I wouldn’t have encouraged you to drink so much,” Tina laughed as she caught up to you as you were leaving your English class.
“It was just sex. It’s not like I injected myself with heroine or did a line of blow off of someone’s ass crack. I let Lloyd Hansen eat me out during a party.” “Exactly!” she laughed, “Lloyd Hansen-”
“He’s not God.”
“Around here he is!”
“Only because you all make it so.”
“Isn’t that his crew neck?”
“It’s comfortable and I overslept.”
“When are you seeing him again?”
“Never?”
“Y/N-”
“It was sex, not some lifelong commitment. He fucks whoever and whatever he wants all the time. I’m not anything special to him.”
“He let you stay over.”
“Yeah? So?”
“Lloyd never lets anyone stay over. If he does, he wakes up early enough to kick them out in the morning.”
“I left-”
“Denny said he’s not happy about that. He expected you to be there.”
“That was a dumb thing to expect.”
“He likes you, babe,” she laughed as you two continued your trip to the library.
“Tina, he’s the same piece of shit hes always been. The only difference is that I got drunk enough to let him get his hands on me.”
“You don’t even want to consider the idea of one date with him?”
“I don’t want to consider the idea of anything with him.”
Too bad Lloyd had other plans.
“It’s been two weeks and you haven’t come to see me,” Lloyd growled quietly as he aggressively took a seat across from you in the library.
“Well, look who it is,” you mumbled, not even bothering to look up from your book, “I’m amazed you could find the library, honestly.”
“What the fuck is your issue?”
“Currently? You distracting from my work.”
“We fucked-”
“Exactly. We fucked. There was no exclusive agreement made that I’d come and see you, fuck you on the regular, or that we’re dating. I know that you know that more than anyone else. It was a college party, we fucked, and now it’s over. Sorry I didn’t leave you a goody bag,” you scoffed as you started to take notes.
“You didn’t seem to hate me so much when my face was buried between your legs.”
“The fact that I even let you touch me lets you know just how fucking drunk I was. You’ve been trying to get into my pants since Freshman year, and it took you until I got shit faced at a party to fuck me? It wasn’t anything special.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“Why shouldn’t it be?”
“Because I’m your Huckleberry,” he smirked.
It’s sad and pathetic that, that’s all it took for him to win you over. A cheesy line from what you would come to find is his favorite movie. It took a bit of back and forth, but Lloyd Hansen eventually talked you into going on a date with him. You could tell by how hard he was having to work, he was getting annoyed.
However, one date turned into two. Two turned into study sessions and late night phone calls. Soon enough, you were the only woman on campus holding all of Lloyd’s attention, and pissed off every other woman. You found yourself giving a damn about football and showing up to almost every game (which he made a big show of every single fucking time), and he stayed up with you during the nights when you studied entirely too much over the things you already knew for an exam.
Eventually, you two became boyfriend and girlfriend.
“What would think of me with a mustache?” he asked one night while you were studying in his dorm.
“Stop watching so much damn ‘Tombstone’,” you laughed.
“Shut up. What would you think?”
“You mean, would I still fuck you? I don’t know, Huckleberry. I guess you’ll have to grow it out and we’ll see,” you shrugged. “If it stops you from letting me ride your face, then I don’t want it.”
“Now why would I ever tell you to stop doing that?” he smirked as he pushed your books off the bed and you burst out laughing. “Exams are over, aren’t they?”
“Lloyd-”
“You kept daddy waiting for so long,” he continues as he took your shirt off, “and now you bring up riding my face?”
“Daddy,” you moaned as you lost all resolve.
“Hummingbird, I’ve been patient with you. It’s time for my reward.”
“Fuck,” you sighed as he ripped off your panties.
“Am I still your Huckleberry?”
“Always, daddy!” you moaned.
“There’s my good girl. My perfect little Hummingbird,” he smirked before he dove between your legs and started fucking you with his tongue.
In a short amount of time, you two had become inseparable. It’s not like you ever meant to fall in love with him; he was an asshole, he was rude, he was unforgiving, he was prideful, he was boastful, and he was arrogant.
Arrogant as fuck.
But with you? He was different. You could almost say that he was a gentleman.
It didn’t take long for you to see that he was a bit unhinged, especially when he was playing football, but somehow you found a way to make an excuse for it.
Then, everything changed.
“So, I’ve been talking with Denny-”
“That’s never a good thing,” you sighed, as laid down on Lloyd’s bed.
“I would be a good fit for the CIA-”
“HA! No you wouldn’t!”
“Fuck you!”
“Lloyd, you barely listen to your football coach. You think you can handle training for the CIA?”
“I’m not that bad.”
“Lloyd, just stick with-”
“I took a test.”
“So, we’re keeping secrets now? That’s great,” you scoffed as you got up. “I didn’t keep a secret, Hummingbird,” he scowled.
“Don’t fucking get cute with me! You didn’t tell me about it-”
“Cause you’d try and talk me out of it!”
“We had a plan, Hansen!”
“We can still stick to it-”
“We quite literally can’t if you’re joining the fucking CIA!” you huffed as you put your shoes on.
“You’re not fucking mad at Tina-”
“I’m not in love with her or thinking about marrying her!”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic, Hummingbird,” he mumbled.
“I’m going back to my room-”
“No you’re not,” he growled, grabbing your arm and pushing you against the door. “We’re talking about this!”
“Oh, now you wanna talk about it? Too fucking bad!”
“Y/N, don’t make a big fucking deal out of-”
“You lied to me! You don’t get to be annoyed-”
“I didn’t fucking lie!”
“You weren’t fucking upfront about it! I’m going back-”
“No you’re not!”
Instead of deciding to keep the back and forth going, you opted to knee him in the nuts.
It’s truly cute how thought that was going to get you out of his room.
“There you go, being a little bitch!” he groaned, his on you still tight as he thew you onto the bed.
“I’m leaving!”
“Hummingbird, it’s really a shame that you haven’t figured out how this works,” he chuckled darkly as he took off his shirt and threw it across the room, “you don’t fucking leave until I say so, and I say that we’re not done talking about this.”
It’s not lost on you that and you and Lloyd were never in really a normal or healthy relationship. You two got off on arguing and getting physical with one another. In fact, on more than one occasion, his housemates had to check to make sure you two weren’t killing each other.
You were sure that Lloyd would never actually physically hurt you. If anything, he let you hit him a lot more than he ever put his hands on you. He knew he was an asshole and 90% of the times when you slapped him, he knew he deserved it. Occasionally, he’d get rough and throw you against the wall or grip you by your neck, but that’s how you two usually ended up in bed anyway.
Why the hell should you give a damn?
That’s also why Lloyd loved you so much though.
You weren’t afraid of him, you didn’t take his shit, you put him in his place, and you were just as sexual and wild as him. He’d met his match. He couldn’t control you (something he both loved and hated), you were witty as hell, you were smart as whip, and you constantly called him on his shit.
In some ways, you two were a match made in hell; so to Lloyd, it meant you two were a match made in heaven.
You two stayed up arguing and fucking for hours that night, but at the end of it all, his mind was made up and you weren’t going to breakup with him. Somehow, you’d become in love enough that putting up with his shit didn’t seem like too much, though Tina would beg to differ.
You two just understood each other. There wasn’t anything necessarily wrong with Lloyd. His parents (while snobbish and infuriating at times) loved the hell out of him, supported him in everything he did, and his Mother made sure to always tell him how proud she was. Whatever Lloyd decided to do, he was good at. No matter how hard or challenging, he excelled better than anyone else. If he wasn’t going to be number one, he didn’t see the point in doing it. It also helped that his parents were loaded and he had every opportunity in the world lined up for him.
No, Lloyd didn’t have some terrible backstory as to why he turned out a little unhinged. He just did and he was good at hiding it from everyone. Everyone except you.
As for you? You just were what you were. No, you definitely didn’t hate people as much as Lloyd did, but you did your best to stay away as much as possible. Your parents had gotten by, by living paycheck to paycheck, but taught you the value of being kind and patient with others, but to never be a fool. They loved to throw little parties and had lots of friends. The day you got your acceptance letter from Harvard (on a full scholarship), they partied all weekend with their friends. There was no short supply of love in your house, and you (for the most part) cherished that. Maybe that’s why you were able to handle Lloyd so well.
You both could tell that neither of your parents were expecting the two of you to be together, and it wasn’t hard to see that they didn’t really like each other, but they saw how happy the two of you were. So, when Lloyd proposed after graduation, both of your parents worked together to throw you the very best engagement party. Yes, there was back and forth about where it should be held, how much money was spent, but it was overall gorgeous and you two were happy.
For the longest time, you two were so happy.
It’s not like either of you didn’t know that Lloyd was sociopath, but you always handled it well, and that always made him feel normal. When he got kicked out of the CIA, you weren’t surprised in the slightest, but you never rubbed it in his face. When he was assigned to the private sector, you weren’t necessarily happy about it, but accepted it with as much grace and dignity as you could.
“It’s a job!” Lloyd yelled as he followed you into the kitchen of the house his parents bought for the both of you as a wedding present.
“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, Huckleberry,” you sighed, grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf, as well as the cigarettes you kept beside it.
“Hummingbird-”
“Lloyd, I love you. I feel like after all the time, it’s very obvious just how deeply and truly I do. However, this? I need to process it.”
“What’s wrong with it?!”
“Let’s not do this right now.”
“No, tell me!”
“Lloyd, you’re fucking insane! You didn’t get kicked out because you’re too soft! You got kicked out because you don’t know when to fucking stop! Now, you have your own private fucking sector that you’re in charges of, and it’s supposed to be okay?! All of this is supposed to be a good idea?! We’re fucking married! Besides the fact that I absolutely hate this for you, what about me?!”
“You know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do-”
“Lloyd, you have this job because the CIA can’t do the jobs you’ll get assigned! Your enemies are gonna be way worse!”
“I will always keep you safe, no matter what! You know that!”
“Lloyd-”
“This is good! It’s good for us! I can provide-”
“I have my own fucking job that pays me well enough!”
“Hummingbird, I’m good at this. Really fucking good at this. It’s what I’m meant to do.”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Lloyd. If this is what you’re gonna do, it’s what you’re gonna do. You always do what you wanna do, so why should that change now, right?”
“Hummingbird-”
“I don’t feel like talking about this anymore,” you shrugged, grabbing a lighter, along with your drink and cigarette, before you made your way out on to the patio.
That was one of the roughest weeks you two had, had in a while. He wasn’t backing down and you weren’t changing your position.
Maybe that’s when it all went wrong.
It was the first time you weren’t giving Lloyd all of your support, and it hurt him more than he wanted to admit, because Lloyd was prideful before anything else. Nonetheless, you two were just as in love as you two had always been, and a year later, you were pregnant. Initially, you were both over the moon, but the reality of his job started to set in, and soon enough it just became another argument for you two to have. He wasn’t going to quit and and you weren’t going to change your mind about wanting him to do something else.
Nine months later, you welcomed Travis Michael Hansen into the world, and you both fell in love with him instantly. You’d both agreed on the name Charles (after your grandfather because Lloyd wanted to name him Doc and...no), but while you were sleeping, he decided he didn’t like like it and told them Travis. Too tired from being tired when you woke up, you let him win that round.
Lloyd shocked you both with how good of Father he was. He was very hands on, he got up to take care of Travis when he would scream at three in morning and you were too tired, he read to him, and he even took time off of work when he thought that Travis was close to taking his first steps because he didn’t want to miss a thing.
For all of the faults that he had, Lloyd was a good Dad.
Years went by and for just as good as they got, they also got that much worse.
“Lloyd, I can’t fucking do this by myself! I need you here!”
“Don’t fucking start, Hummingbird. I’m working-”
“I’m working! I’m working, raising our son, making sure that everything-”
“I’ve told you over and over again that you can quit!”
“Lloyd, you are not the only person who likes their fucking job! Why should I have to-”
“Because you’re a fucking mom now!”
“You’re a fucking dad!”
“It’s your fucking job-”
“Fuck you, Hansen,” you scoffed, grabbing your glass of wine before you got up, “go straight to hell.”
From then on, the arguments got harsher and the nights got lonelier. Even when he was home, you didn’t sleep in the same bed as him. You weren’t strong enough to deny him what he wanted from you most (which was intimacy), and staying away was the only way to not give in.
Then, one night, he came home from a mission and you could easily tell that everything was about to change.
“What the he is all this?” you asked as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Lloyd seated with two glasses filled with red wine.
“Is he sleeping?” he asked solemnly.
“We’re still at the age where it doesn’t take much for him to want sleep. Having a four year old has it perks,” you smirked as you sat down. “What happened?”
“You know I love you more than anything-”
“Just spit it out. What happened?”
“I cheated,” he sighed.
You drank your entire glass without taking a single breath to stop, before you instantly refilled it.
“Hummingbird, we can work-”
“I want a divorce, Lloyd. Simple as that.”
“We can work this-”
“I told you that would be where I drew the line. That, and I can’t keep fucking do this with you anymore.”
“We can figure this out-”
“We’ve been “figuring this out” since we graduated from college. You’re a selfish bastard-”
“Don’t act like you didn’t play a part in this!”
“Because I won’t open my legs for you, it’s my fault?!”
“You’re not available at all! Not even to talk! You’re constantly punishing me for not doing the things you want and deny me any ounce of affection!”
He had you there.
“This isn’t Harvard. We’re too old to just fuck this away-”
“I have never cheated on you before!”
“But you’ve fucked me over before and I can’t...we both can’t keep hurting each other anymore.”
“We don’t have to do this,” he sighed, his voice cracking as he fought off his tears.
“I can’t keep settling. I can’t keep making excuses for the shit that you do. I’m not another one of your punching bags.”
“You know I love you.”
“It’s clearly not enough,” you laughed humorlessly as you sniffled. “This is just done.”
“Hummingbird, we can make this work.”
“Give me a good reason to.”
“Because I’m your Huckleberry.”
You reached across the table and grabbed his hand while smiling mournfully at him, “no, not anymore.”
You couldn’t even blame him for cheating, honestly. You denied him of yourself in every way possible. You pushed him away, not because you wanted to, but you wanted to him to choose you over everything. When you’re honest with yourself, you purposely pushed him away because you were hurting. You’d been hurting for so long and you’d stop talking about it, which was something Lloyd was big on when it came to you. He didn’t give a fuck about making sure anyone else was happy, but when it came to you? He needed you. He needed to know what you were thinking and how you felt about everything, even if it wasn’t happy.
That was one of the many true perks of being with him; he didn’t care if you had something positive or negative to tell him, he just wanted to know your true and honest thoughts. He needed to know where you were at all time mentally and emotionally. You shut yourself down and, after trying to reach you so many times, it made sense that he just went for comfort elsewhere.
In the end, you told him you wanted nothing (even though he tried to give you the house), got your own house, you both evenly split your time with Travis, and you two were divorced.
As simple, and as painful, as that.
Of course, Lloyd pulled every trick he could, claiming that movers missed a few thing, but you knew he hid them in attempt to see you.
“Where the fuck is it, Lloyd?” you scowled as you made your way inside the house.
“Where’s what?”
“My Mother’s fucking charm bracelet! You know what? I don’t have the time or the patience for this today. Plus. Travis is sleeping and I don’t want to wake him.”
“Maybe we should look for it together,” he suggested with a smirk.
That should’ve been for signal for you to leave, but you missed him just as much as he missed you. You were just as pathetic.
“Fuck,” you sighed, as Lloyd shoved you against his bedroom wall. “We can’t!” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Oh yes we can,” he chuckled. “If I recall correctly, we’re very good at it,” he teased as he undid your jeans.
“Lloyd,” you whimpered, not even slightly embarrassed by the moan that leaves your mouth when his hand started teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“My little Hummingbird is so wet for daddy,” he groaned as he got on his knees, “don’t worry, daddy’s gonna make it all better,” he promised before he ripped off your panties and buried his face in between your legs.
Every part of you knew that you should stop, but it felt so good to have him again. Even if it was just for a moment. It had been so long, and you could tell just how much he loved and missed you. By the time he finished you off with his tongue, you told yourself that it would only be one time. You just needed a fix and that would be it.
That was such bullshit.
You couldn’t even pin it all on Lloyd, because the second you two got started, you couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to. It’s not like you filed for a divorce because you stopped loving him, it just wasn’t working anymore. You missed him, you were still deeply in love with him, and he was your soulmate. Lloyd Hansen is no saint, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s the only one for you.
He pulled you apart in every position you loved, your body writhing in pleasure while your head and your heart were at war with each other, and his name leaving your mouth like a silent prayer every time he brought you off. During the final round, he whispered that he loved you, and you said it back without any hesitation. There was no sense in hiding the truth, because you’d always been an open book to Lloyd to begin with.
When you both a fell asleep that night, he held you tight, like he was afraid you’d disappear like the night when you two first slept together.
He was right.
When morning came, you woke up first (because made the mistake of facing the blinds), and his grip had loosened just enough for you to slip out. You knew it would hurt him, but the night shouldn’t have happened in the first damn place. Almost as soon as you stepped foot inside your house, the texts started coming. You truly didn’t want to hurt him, but you knew you two couldn’t get back together. It would be great for a while, then it would all go back to shit.
That’s what always happened.
It was easier in college. You two would argue, things would be said and sometimes things would be thrown, you’d storm out, you’d ignore him for a day or two, he come to your dorm, you two would fuck like rabbits, and everything would go back to how it was.
That’s not the case anymore.
You two have a child and his job was only becoming more and more dangerous. You were tired of feeling like you were the only one doing all the work, and tired of feeling like Lloyd didn’t put you first. Yeah, he loved you, but it wasn’t enough for him to truly put you and Travis first. At some point, you had to draw the line. You weren’t even holding the cheating against him, you just couldn’t keep up the act anymore. All of it was tiring and even if you’d be alone forever, you couldn’t deal with the pain he made you feel. He was your world and you just felt like an awkward painting hanging up in his.
“So we’re back to you sneaking out after-”
“That’s the only time that’s happening again,” you quietly interrupted as Travis ran past you and into the house.
“Hummingbird-”
“It can’t happen anymore, Lloyd. I fucked up, but I’m not strong enough to keep this up with you. We’re divorced.”
“Because you filed for one!”
“Lloyd, I don’t wanna argue. It’s part of the reason I filed for the divorce in first damn place. Just...we had our time together and now it’s done.”
“You still love me-”
“What does that have to do with anything? For as much as we love each other, we can’t seem to get any of this right. It’s not enough for us!”
“Why can’t you just let it go?!”
“Why can’t you quit your job?”
“Hummingbird-”
“Lloyd, we have to stop hurting each other. I know your main setting is asshole and mine is bitch, but we do love each other, and we’ve gone through too much to be cruel to one another. I don’t want to hurt you and you don’t want to hurt me. Besides, we have Travis now and we have to do our best for him.”
He let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t say anything, because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew you had a point. Even if that point broke his heart, and made him angry because he wasn’t getting his way, he did love you too much to ever truly hurt you.
He pulled you close and kissed you so passionately that you went weak in the knees. When you two broke apart, you could see the pain in his eyes, but you could also see the look of defeat. He looked you over before he let you go and walked off.
And that was that.
It’s not like Lloyd hasn’t made advances towards you since, and you almost give in, but it’s been bearable for the most part. His pride and anger does get the better of him sometimes, which causes him to be an asshole and you two to argue. He gets mad that this isn’t just a phase for you and that you’re actually sticking to it, and it causes him to be...well, Lloyd. Sometimes it’s a drunk text about how he had a threesome and he couldn’t figure out why it took him so long to cheat on you, sometimes he’ll call during those threesomes just so you can hear him getting those other women off and how desperate they are for him, and other times it’s just the cold shoulder.
Which is somehow so much worse.
You know he never means it, but it doesn’t make any of it hurt any less, and when Travis is fast asleep, you sit in your kitchen and drink; crying until you’re desperate for sleep. So, in return, you stopped telling him you love him, or showing him any sort of affection at all, really. Maybe it was for the best. The only time you tell him that you love him is when you get the feeling that he’s in serious danger. Which is why you’re so damn worried now.
Yeah, Lloyd checked in when he landed and told you all was fine, but the lack of communication is driving you insane. Yes, it’s always like this for your own safety, but right now, not constantly knowing that he’s safe is making everything worse. The last time you felt like this, he ended up almost getting killed. Some brat named Sierra Six was keeping something from him, a drive or something (you don’t ask questions because you truly don’t care to know), and Denny sent Lloyd to get it back. In the end, Six was killed, Suzanne was killed, and Agent Miranda was killed. Lloyd was in a coma for a while and you stayed by his side every second of every day (which you never told him about) and his and your parents were happy to look after Travis. You think it helped to keep all of their minds occupied, cause it was the first time you saw all of them truly get along with one another.
Now? You don’t know what it is, but something isn’t right. God, you just hope he’s okay.
**
“Mom, dad said these are-”
“Put it back, Travis,” you said as your son tries to hand you some protein drink.
You’re gonna choke Lloyd when he gets back.
“Why don’t you ever want me to bring up Dad?” he scowls as he resumes his job of pushing the cart through the grocery store.
“Because you always bring him up when you want something.”
“That’s the only time I can bring him up, because you hate him.”
“I don’t hate your Father, baby.”
“Well, you sure as shit-”
“TRAVIS!”
“You never like to talk about him,” he mutters.
You’re gonna beat the shit out of Lloyd when he gets back.
Travis is a very good mix of you and Lloyd, and you figure that’s God’s way of playing a joke on you. He has Lloyd’s athleticism, your love of art, Lloyd’s love of movies, your love of music, your patience and big heart, Lloyd’s smart ass mouth, and both of your tempers. On more than one occasion, you and Lloyd have had to make trips to the school because of his temper. Either, he’s calling a teacher a dumbass or shoving other kids into lockers because they annoy him, and it’s very obvious that he’s a product of the both of you.
The kid is only eight.
“It’s complicated, okay? Maybe one day, when you’re older.”
“I’m old enough-”
“You’re 8 with the mouth of a damn sailor,” you mumble. “Do you want any lunch meat for school?”
“Dad said I should keep eating those grilled wraps you make. Something about protein and all that.”
“Your Father would know all about that,” you scoff as you shake your head. “Then we’re all set.”
“Can we watch an action movie tonight?”
“If you watch your mouth for the rest of the day and finish up your homework. One movie.”
“Is Dad gonna be home soon?”
“I hope so,” you sigh as you feel a pair of eyes on you.
You look over to the butchers section and see a man watching you intensely.
Great.
Yeah, you have one of your pistols on you (something you’ve kept on you since Lloyd left), but it doesn’t help that you’re out in public with your son. Maybe you are just being paranoid, but it really doesn’t. After almost losing Lloyd, you’ve learned to always trust your gut.
“What does Dad even do?” Travis asks, completely oblivious to your anxiety and stress.
“He takes care of business for your Godfather when he can’t.”
“Doesn’t Uncle Denny work for the government or something?”
“Something like that. What’s with all the questions?”
“I don’t know. I just miss Dad and I wish he was around more.”
“Me too, kid,” you sigh as you two make your way to the self check-out line.
“Is that why you two aren’t together anymore?”
“You and the questions today!”
“I’m allowed to have them!”
“Don’t worry about it, okay? Just know that we both love and think the world of you, and we’d do anything for you. You’re the center of our universe.”
“Then why is he always gone?” he sighs and your heart breaks.
You’ve been asking yourself the same question for years.
“Hey, how about we watch ‘Tombstone’ tonight?” you smile at him.
“Really?!”
“Just don’t let your Dad know when gets back, deal?”
“Deal,” he laughs.
There’s no way in hell you’re going to let Lloyd know that you cracked and watched his favorite movie to make your son happy. Cocky son of a bitch doesn’t get to rub that in your face.
Checkout is a breeze and you and Travis load everything into your truck without an issue, but you still feel uneasy. Between going to the bank and not seeing your usual teller, feeling as if you’re being followed whenever you go to work, and now the feeling like the new butcher was watching you at the grocery store, you just can’t shake the feeling that a storm is brewing. You don’t know who the fuck Lloyd pissed off, but you wish he’d come back already.
You’d feel a lot safer if he were back.
“Alright, Mary’s gonna be here in a bit-”
“You said we were gonna watch ‘Tombstone’!”
“Calm down!” you quickly interject as give him the key to the house before starting to unload the groceries. “I just have some work to do. You knew she was coming over-”
“You and Dad always have to work!”
“At least I’m here!” you snap before you can control yourself. “Trav, listen, we have a whole weekend together and I promise to spend every minute with you after this. I just need to close on this deal. I promise you, I tried my hardest to get out of it, but my boss doesn’t want the client speaking with anyone else. It should take two hours at most, okay?”
“I hate your boss.”
“That makes two of us, sweetie.”
“You promise it’ll only take two hours?”
“I’ll do my best to keep it down to one. Listen, if you don’t give Mary a hard time, I’ll even let you stay up and watch a horror movie.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah, it’s Friday, why not?” you laugh.
“Thanks Mama, I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, lets get all of this crap in the house, huh?”
“I’ll get the door,” he yells over his shoulder, already running to unlock it.
Now you feel like shit.
It’s not lost on Travis, Lloyd, or you that you always make Travis a priority, but that doesn’t matter right now. He’s upset because he misses his dad, and now you have to work too. You’ve done your absolute best to be there for Travis as much as possible, but they’re some things that are out of control. It makes you feel a little bad for always being so angry with Lloyd about his job, but you also take into account that your job is a lot less dangerous.
However, you both have a child and you’re more than sure that he just wants to feel as normal as the other kids in his class. Their parents aren’t divorced and one of them isn’t flying off on random ass trips most of the time. You know that Travis is reaching an age where he’s gonna want and deserves more answers, but one, you don’t know how to deal with the fact that he’s growing up so fast, and two, you don’t know how to explain all of shit to him.
“Your dad is basically a contract killer, we got a divorce because I felt like he didn’t care about us enough, and we both miss each other terribly but don’t know how hard we try, we can’t seem to work anything out. We love you the most though and that’s what matters most.”
Yeah, for as smart as you may be at 34, you’re not smart enough to figure out that conversation yet, and you’re sure as shit that Lloyd isn’t either.
A rapid tapping on your door pulls you out of your thoughts, and you’re instantly running to the front door.
“I’m so sorry I’m late!” Mary breathes as you usher her in.
“Please don’t feel bad,” you chuckle, closing the door behind her. “Thank you so much for being so flexible. With Lloyd leaving so suddenly, without any warning, I appreciate the help.”
“I would do anything for you and Travis, you know that,” she smiles awkwardly.
You know the poor girl feels like she’s paying penance at times, because she slept with Lloyd during his revenge tour, but you never blamed her. If he could get you, and you absolutely loathed him when he first approached you, you knew he could get anyone.
Lloyd Hansen may be a complete and total dick, but he’s also a charmer when he wants to be.
“The longest all of this should take is two hours, but I’ll do my best to get it done quicker. Travis is starving, so I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help in the kitchen, but you also have the option to order food. My card is on the kitchen countertop, so get whatever. He usually loves Chinese food, but it’s Friday and he’s his Father’s child, so pizza may be the best...why am I telling you all of this? You’ve watched him long enough that you know everything.”
“I promise, everything will be fine,” she smiles. “Good luck with your deal!”
“Yeah, I’m gonna need it,” you smile at her. “I’m gonna go upstairs now, okay Trav?!” you call from the living area entry way and, almost instantly, Travis is running towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“You sure you can’t just hangout today?”
“I promise to make it up to you as soon as it’s over.”
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, hun,” you tell him sincerely before breaking yourself out of his hold. “I promise, the second I’m all done, I’m all yours,” you smile at him.
With that, you’re rushing upstairs and hoping onto the call just in time.
You gotta take him Disney World or some shit when everything calms down.
For the first thirty minutes, everything is fine and as it should be, then you hear a commotion downstairs, followed by gunshots.
“Are those gunshots I-”
You close the laptop before he can finish and grab your pistol.
You fucking knew something was wrong.
You quickly and quietly make your way to steps before you hear another set of gunshot.
Travis.
“Are you sure she’s his wife?!” one person yells.
“They have the same fucking hair and that’s her card on the countertop! It’s gotta be her!”
“That’s the woman you saw at the bank?!”
“Is that the woman you saw at the grocery store?! If we don’t get this right, Andrew will kill us!”
“It’s gotta be her!”
“You sure we got the kid?!”
“I’m positive! We gotta- ah, shit!” the one guys yells as you run down the steps and you start shooting.
You hit one of them in the arms and the other in the leg, but they’re able to get away. You would be more than happy to go after them, but Travis. He’s all you care about right now.
You make your way into the living area and see Mary dead on the floor; two shots to the chest and one to the head. You have to search for Travis (he’s always been a smart kid), but once you find him, you instantly fall apart.
“Mom-”
“Shh, don’t say any thing,” you cry softly as you cradle him in your arms. “I’m gonna call for help and you’re gonna be fine.”
“It hurts!”
“I know, baby, I know. Just focus on anything else right now,” you cry as you take out your cellphone, frantically dialing 9-1-1. “Tell me about the football game you went to with Dad,” you sob, doing your best to keep your cool.
You know that you being a complete wreck isn’t going to help a damn thing. As Travis tries to goes on about the game he went to with Lloyd, you explain to the operator that hes been shot in his ribcage, his stomach, and you’re pretty sure in his hip. You can’t get a good look because you can’t stop fucking crying and there’s so much blood everywhere. Soon enough, the medics arrive and they’re taking Mary out in a body bag and while the other set of medics are tending to Travis.
You don’t want to leave his side, but once again, you’ve been with Lloyd long enough to know that you always need to take precaution. You’re quick to run upstairs and grab your purse, your phone, your second pistol, and any sensitive information. When you make your way downstairs, you grab your credit card that was on the kitchen countertop, as well as the pistol you shot the perpetrators with, before quickly following the paramedics out.
You send Lloyd a handful of text messages, as well as your parents and his, but no one is answering. The paramedics try to offer you a sedative, but at some point, you threaten to bite them if they don’t leave you alone.
You don’t need a sedative, you need Lloyd.
About 20 minutes after you arrive, both you and Lloyd’s parents show up, asking every fucking question known to man.
“I can’t do this right now,” you sob as they keep pushing for more answers than you can provide. “I need you all to stay here. There’s something I need to do.”
“What’s more important than taking care of your son?!” Lloyd’s Mother sobs.
“Finding your fucking son, his Father!” you snap, getting up and storming out.
You don’t mean to yell at her, just like you didn’t mean to yell at the paramedics, and just like you didn’t mean to yell at the doctors when they told you that there’s a strong chance that Travis might not make it. You don’t mean to snap at anyone, you just need your soulmate. Which is why you find yourself in a car service and on your way to CIA headquarters.
“DENNY!” you scream as you storm your way inside, scaring even the security guards.
“Ma’am, you can’t-”
“GET IN MY WAY AGAIN AND I WILL KILL YOU!” you scream. “DENNY CARMICHAEL, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!”
“Ma’am-”
“Get me Denny Carmichael, or I wear to GOD, I’m going to start killing people. You think Lloyd Hansen is crazy? Just wait until you have to deal with his ex-wife.”
“Shit,” you hear one of the guards mumbles before he runs off.
Smart man.
It takes all of 40 seconds before you hear Denny yelling, “WHAT THE FUCK, Y/N?!”
“Call Lloyd and bring him back. I don’t care what the fuck he’s doing, I don’t care how important it is, get him back here, now!”
“You know I can’t...why are you covered in blood?!”
“GET HIM BACK HERE, DENNY! This isn’t a fucking request!”
“Y/N, you know I can’t just-”
“Travis has been shot, Denny. He’s been shot and he might not make it.”
“....what?”
“Someone is mad at Lloyd and they went after us for revenge...none of that matters right now! Your fucking godson is in surgery and his Father needs to fucking be here! I don’t care how important this mission is, you get him back here, and you get him back here now!”
“Okay okay, I’m on it. Just please-”
“I don’t see you on the FUCKING PHONE, DENNY!”
“Jesus, I’m on it! Just...lets get you back to the hospital, okay? Trav needs you both, so lets get you back.”
“Denny...I can’t handle this...I can’t do this without him,” you sob, finally breaking down as you collapse onto Denny and sob into his shoulder.
“We’ve been through this with Lloyd. It’s going to be okay. He’s a Hansen, isn’t he? If I believe he’s gonna pull through, then you have to, too.”
“I need him home, Denny. I can’t handle this without him.”
“I’ll get him back here, lets just get you to the hospital, okay?”
All you do is nod and Denny leads you both out as he makes his way to his car.
Denny knows that you’ve never forgiven for him for when Lloyd almost died, but you also know Denny loves Travis. He loves both you and Travis more than he cares to admit, because (like Lloyd) he hates showing any other emotion besides hard ass.
However, besides the fact that Denny actually cares about you, he also knows how much you and Lloyd are still obsessed and in love with one another. So, instead of leaving your side when you two arrive at the hospital, he sits next to you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder. You hear his soft sobs, and you want to be there for him, but you just can’t in the moment. So much has happened and your brain (as well as your heart) can’t figure out how to make heads or tails of all of this.
Hours go by and you’re almost asleep when you hear Lloyd yell, “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?! WHERE’S MY SON?!”
Sleep is probably something you’ll never experience again in this lifetime.
“Mr. Hansen-”
“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON?!”
“Lloyd-” you call sleepily as you make your way out into the hallway.
“YOU!” he shouts before shoving you against the wall with his hands around your neck.
“LLOYD!” his Mother shouts.
“Tried...tried to get you back...earlier,” you cough as you waive everyone else off. “Didn’t...answer...”
You know he’s not actually going to hurt you, but he’s also never been good at processing bad information, and this is earth shattering news.
“Let her go, Lloyd!” Denny demands.
“You were supposed to be watching him!” Lloyd yells, ignoring everyone else. “Where were you?! Getting your cunt fucked by some other-”
He’s cut off by you slapping him hard across the face, and his grip instantly loosens.
“Where were YOU?! I was at home, with our son on the weekend that you were supposed to have him! The fucking weekend you requested in the first fucking place! Look at me, Lloyd! Where the fuck does it look like I was?! I was there, in the house, when two people came in and shot Mary, thinking she was me, and then-”
“They thought...”
Lloyd’s eyes go from anger to full blown rage, and he instantly lets go of you.
“We have the same hair color and my credit card was on the kitchen counter-”
“Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on?!” your Mom yells.
You give Denny a look and he’s quickly ushering everyone back into the waiting room.
“Where is he?” Lloyd asks softly after a few moments, trying to think as well as control his rage.
“He’s still in surgery.”
“Are you-”
“I’m fine, Lloyd. Physically at least.”
“You’re moving in with me for the time being.”
“Lloyd-”
“It’s just fucking safer that way. This isn’t a discussion or a debate, you’re packing what you need, selling that house, and moving in until you find a new one.”
As much you want to disagree with him, you know he’s right.
“I’ll pack some things-”
“Pack everything you need. I’ll get fucking movers if needed. I don’t want you back in that house at all.”
“Lloyd-”
“I can’t deal with them trying to take you away from me twice. I’ve already got Travis to be worried about...I can’t be worried about you too, Y/N. You may not believe it, but you are my whole world, you always have been. I’m not strong enough to deal with it.”
You make your way over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, and he gives you the tightest hug hes ever given you.
“I can’t lose you,” he whispers softly into you hair, and you force yourself to hold back tears.
“I can’t go to that house alone, Lloyd. Not because I’m scared, but because...”
“I know, baby. How long has he been in surgery?”
“6 hours,” you sigh.
“Lets go now, drop your stuff off at my place, and we’ll come back, okay?”
You just nod as you let go of him and take his hand. Neither of you bother telling your families your plan, because you need a break and Lloyd will just start yelling. You grab your purse and he sends Denny a text telling him you two will be back shortly.
The car ride is somber and quiet, Lloyd holds your hand the entire time, and you keep checking your phone to see if they’re any updates. Tina has sent you a handful of texts, but you don’t have the strength or energy to respond. You haven’t slept for hours, you’re now covered in dried blood, and you’re body is dehydrated from all the tears you’ve cried.
By the time Lloyd pulls up to your house, you just want to take a fucking nap.
“Pack some clothes and I’ll leave post-its on the things you really want, so the movers know what to pack,” Lloyd tells you softly as you both stand in the doorway of your house.
The reality of whats happened in the last few hours hits you all over again, and you just stand there frozen.
“Hey, nothing is gonna happen. I’m here,” Lloyd promises, gently placing a hand on your lower back.
“How...um...how will you know what to...” you sniffle.
“I know you well enough to know what matters and what doesn’t. Just get clothes, okay?”
“I don’t know...the living area is where everything...I don’t know if anything’s been cleaned...it doesn’t look like it so...ya know.”
“Let me worry about everything, you just get some clothes,” he urges as his phone goes off. “It’s Denny.”
“Is it an update?!”
“If it were, one of our parents would have called. I’ll take it and take care of everything else, you just grab clothes.”
“Okay,” you sob softly.
You make your way past the kitchen and living area as quickly as you can, and practically run up the steps. You grab two suitcases, and just pulling things out of your drawers, not even paying attention to what you’re grabbing. You pull out drawers from your makeup dresser and just dump all their contents in, and you’re about to do the same thing with the drawers from your nightstand when you hear a loud thud.
“FUCK!” Lloyd yells and you’re instantly running down the steps.
“What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m sorry, Hummingbird.”
“Is Travis-”
“There’s no update.”
“What’s wrong-”
“You don’t need to hear it right now.”
“Lloyd, don’t push me out. Not right now. What did Denny say?”
“A message was left for me. They’ve got eyes on Travis and they’re coming for you next-stop, I’m home now,” he tries to calm you as he rushes over to you and wraps his arms around you.
“Travis-”
“I won’t let those fuckers get their hands on you or Travis. I promise.”
“Lloyd-”
“Did I promise to always to take care of you?”
“Yes, but-”
“But nothing. Those pieces of shit only went after you because they knew I wasn’t around. It’s not gonna happen again. It’s never going to happen again.”
“Lloyd...what about you?”
“If I have to die to protect you then-”
“I can’t lose you,” you confess softly.
“Then I’m not going anywhere,” he promises you sincerely. “Finish packing and I’ll get started on marking things up.”
“Lloyd-”
“Do what I said,” he demands gently.
You take a few moments to get yourself together before returning back up the steps. You’re quick to gather up a few things before closing up your two suitcases and slowly making your way into your son’s room. You mean to grab some of his toys and a few shirts you know that he loves, but end up just sitting on his bed and looking around.
How did everything get so out of control? Aren’t there supposed to be some sort of rules? Isn’t there a line you don’t cross? Yeah, they’re all ruthless killers, and killing you would’ve been one thing, but going after your son? You know Lloyd goes to extremes, you’re not a fool, so maybe this is penance. However, for as terrible as Lloyd is, he’d never go out of his way to kill a child. The ones that hes killed were assignments, and while that’s not something to be celebrated, it speaks volumes. Lloyd did work and this was retaliation. Travis had nothing to deserve this besides be a Hansen.
The best one.
“Hummingbird?” Lloyd calls softly, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“He has...favorite shirts and toys...I want him to have them, ya know? God, he loves this house so fucking much. Between the pool and the swing set, I think he wants me to leave it to him when I die,” you laugh with a sob.
“He’s going to be-”
“Don’t. Don’t give me false hope, Lloyd. I can’t...after everything, I can’t deal with it right now-”
“What did you tell me while you were pregnant?”
You instantly remember what he’s referring to and chuckle softly as you wipe your eyes, “Hansen men are the worst, so they’ll survive anything out of spite.”
“Our boy is a Hansen, isn’t he?”
“I wouldn’t have anyone else’s kid.”
“Then he’s gonna be just fine out of spite,” he smiles at you, but you can see the weariness in his eyes. “We’ll go to my house, you can take a shower, and we’ll head back to the hospital.”
“I don’t have time to shower. What if he wakes up? He’ll-”
“He’ll need to not see his Mother not covered in his blood. Shower and we’ll head back, okay?”
“Lloyd-”
“Hummingbird, just trust me, okay?”
How could not?
You nod before heading over to Travis’ drawers and grabbing his favorite shirts and pajamas. You pull out his little duffle bag and pack it, putting in a few of his favorite toys, before giving his room one final look over.
“It’s going to be okay,” Lloyd promises you softly.
You close the door behind you, going back into your to grab your laptops and chargers for all your devices, then quickly follow Lloyd down the steps. Once you two are back in his car, you just keep your eyes on the house as he pulls out of your driveway.
You’d made a whole new life for yourself, and just like that, it was gone.
You two are half way to Lloyd’s when you realize, “We have to go back! I have to get the photo albums! His baby pictures, our wedding photos, family-”
“Calm down, Hummingbird. I packed them. They were the first things I grabbed.”
“Are you sure you got all of them?” you ask frantically, turning around and checking the backseat.
“I’m sure. Just rest. You’ve been doing everything...just try and let me take care of things. I know I’m a dick, but at least I’m capable of getting things done,” he smirks.
You let out a small giggle as you get comfortable in the passenger seat and take a deep breath.
You forgot how nice it is when you and Lloyd work together instead of against each other.
When you two reach his house, he makes you go inside and take a shower while he brings all of your things into the house. It doesn’t hit you how worn out you are until you start taking off your clothes. Seeing them on the floor, the blood that’s now dried onto your body, makes you realize just how long you’ve been awake, and how much has happened. You make the water as hot as you can stand it, and let out a sigh of relief when it hits your skin like a million tears that you haven’t cried yet.
You lean against the shower wall and think over everything that’s happened over the last few hours, days, and months. It would be so easy to be enraged with Lloyd, because you begged him for years to quit his job, but you know hes just as torn as you are, if not more. You know how much he loves you and Travis, even if he isn’t always the best at showing it, and you know he’d take a bullet for either of you in an instant. Lloyd is a lot of terrible things, but he’s also an amazing Father. For as much as you want to be angry with him and scream at him, you know how much he loves and adores Travis. It’s not like he became a saint when Travis was born, but he did stop being so angry all the fucking time.
For all of the things that have gone wrong between the two of you, Travis isn’t one of them.
You laugh when you see a bottle of your favorite soap on the shower floor and shake your head. You know it’s not for any of the women he brings over, cause it’s never been touched and is close to it’s expiration date.
Lloyd Hansen: always the dreamer.
You grab a wash cloth off the rack next to the shower and let it get soaked before squeezing more than a handful of soap out of the bottle and scrubbing yourself as hard as you can; almost breaking the skin. You figure, if you can scrub hard enough, you can scrub the pain away. Yeah, it’s bullshit, but it’s still worth a shot, isn’t it?
“Hummingbird?” Lloyd calls as he softly knocks on the door.
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay?” he asks, coming into the bathroom.
“Gotta get...there’s more blood than I realized-it’s not mine,” you assure him instantly when you see the alarm in his eyes.
“When’s the last time you ate something?”
“Jesus, I don’t know. Probably...” you trail off before you fall into a fit of laughter.
“Babe?”
“I’m sorry...it’s not funny at all,” you breathe as you lean against the shower wall, “I just...we went to the grocery store. I spent over $200 on groceries that are just gonna go bad,” you laugh. “I spent over $200, saw my son’s attacker at the fucking butcher counter, and it’s all gonna spoil. Mary got killed because I had a fucking meeting and left my card on the counter, so she could order a fucking pizza because I didn’t have time to make his favorite meal and it was a sort of peace offering! Even though I had just spent a shit ton of money on groceries! You gotta see the humor in that, can’t you? It’s kinda funny?” you laugh as your tears start to fall.
“Hummingbird-”
“This is all my fault! This happened on my watch and-”
“Don’t you dare. This isn’t your fault-”
“You were all too sure of it in the hospital!”
“That was...you know me and my temper. This-”
“Lloyd...he’s fighting for his life and it’s my fault,” you cry as you slide down the wall.
“My sweet little Hummingbird,” he sighs, getting into the shower and getting on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.
“You’re gonna ruin your clothes!”
“Fuck my clothes,” he chuckles and you laugh into his chest as you wrap your arms around him tight.
Its moments like this when you remember just why you fell in love with Lloyd. He can be so fucking sweet and caring, and he reserves that small part of himself for you. No, it’s not some Disney fantasy, but it’s enough for you. Truth be told, if Lloyd would have told you that he’d quit his job, you wouldn’t have asked for the divorce. You would’ve looked past the cheating and found a way to fix everything that was wrong. The divorce didn’t happen because of lack of love, it happened because worrying about him and Travis all the fucking time was taking a toll on you emotionally and mentally.
Keeping a pistol at your bedside, in the glove compartment, sleeping in your car outside of Travis’ friend’s houses when he would go to sleepovers, keeping another pistol in your home office...it just became too much, and it’s not like Lloyd didn’t see it, he just refused to acknowledge it. You just weren’t built like him, and you didn’t want to be. However, in his defense, it’s not like he ever hid anything from you. In his own Lloyd Hansen way, he really did try. Lloyd has never hidden just how much he loves you, and he always took all precautions to keep you safe. When Travis came along, he tried even harder to keep you both safe.
It’s not lost on either of you that the love you feel for one another has always been complicated.
“We have to get back to the hospital,” you mumble as you wipe your eyes.
“Y/N, I mean it. None of this is your fault. The way you love and lookout for him...the both of us really, this isn’t on you. I’ll kill those fuckers and I’ll keep you both safe.”
“Lloyd, what happened?” you ask, looking up at him.
“Another time, okay?”
“Don’t keep-”
“I’m not saying that I’m not going to tell you, I’m saying that enough has happened and I’ll tell you after you’ve had some rest. Plus, you know your parents are gonna have a million questions.”
“I can’t fucking deal with them right now,” you sigh as you lay your head on his chest again.
“We’ll get through this, Hummingbird. So will Travis.”
“I love you, Lloyd.”
“I love you too,” he responds softly before pressing a soft kiss into your hair.
You two stay on the floor a little longer before decide it’s time to get up. You make sure all the blood and soap is off of your body, before getting out. Lloyd hands you a towel before getting out his clothes and wrapping a towel around his waist.
Even with clothes on, the man makes you weak in the knees, but it’s been so damn long since you’ve seen him naked. You can’t stop yourself from staring.
“I set you up in the spare room next to mine,” he smirks as steps into his shower shoes.
You can’t even blame him for being arrogant this time. Tattooed gorgeous fuck.
“Why-”
“Travis’ room is right across from mine, and I know you’ll feel better. It’ll make me feel better having you both so close.”
“Travis isn’t home.”
“He will be. I want all of his care happening here.”
“How are you so calm with him being at the hospital now?”
“Denny’s still there and he’s not gonna let a thing happen to him.”
“He has-”
“His Godson and you are his top priority right now. Get dressed and we’ll leave,” he tells you softly, walking over and kissing your forehead softly before leaving the bathroom.
You look yourself over in the mirror and let out a heavy sigh.
You’re gonna need a vacation and multiple spa days when all of this is over.
When you get into the spare bedroom, you smile at the three photo albums that are on your bed. He really is thorough. You throw your towel off to the side and rifle through your suitcase for something to wear but, for as silly as it is, nothing feels right. You stand there in your underwear and literally throw all of your clothes around, trying to find something, but nothing works.
“You ready?” Lloyd asks as he walks into the bedroom.
“I don’t know what to wear. How silly is that? Our son is still in surgery, and I’m trying to figure out what the hell to wear.”
“Anything will be fine, Hummingbird.”
“Then you pick, because I don’t know,” you sigh as you step aside. “I don’t know anything right now.”
“He’s going to be okay, Humming-”
“What if he can’t walk? What if...Lloyd-”
“I can go back by myself if-”
“No,” you sniffle as you dry your eyes, “I can do this. I need to be there for him. I need to be there for the both of you-”
“I’m fine-”
“You’ve never been good at lying to me, so I don’t recommend starting now,” you smile softly.
Lloyd says nothing as closes the small space between you two and kisses you passionately and walks you both back towards the bed. You don’t even fight him because you need it. You need him. Soon you feel the edge of the bed against the back of legs and you know you two need to stop.
For multiple reasons.
“Lloyd....we don’t have time...we need to get back,” you moan as he guides you back onto the bed before continuing to kiss down your body.
“It won’t take me long to make you relax,” he coos softly as he pulls your panties down. “We both need this, please,” he begs softly.
Before you have a chance to make an argument, you feel his tongue on your clit, and you lose all resolve almost instantly.
“Fuck,” you sigh, gripping his hair as you grind your pussy against his face.
Four years is a long fucking time to be without your soulmate intimately, and you can tell that Lloyd feels the same by how desperate he is to bring you off. When he easily slides two fingers into your weeping cunt, you start massaging one of your own breasts as you arch your back a little.
“So close you,” you whimper as he starts pulling on your clit with his lips, you know you’re not gonna last much longer. “Baby...baby, please!” you beg as you prop yourself up on your shoulders and meet his loving gaze.
Lloyd slides a third finger in and curls all three, and you know you’re done for.
“Oh my...fuck, LLOYD!” you scream out as you squirt all over his fingers, knowing his face will be glistening your juices.
He fucks you through your high with his fingers while he kisses his way up your body. When his lips on yours again, the taste of you ever present on his lips, you can feel just how desperate his for you on your inner thigh.
“We don’t have time for that, Hummingbird,” he husks as you start to undo his pants. “Gotta....fuck,” he groans as you start to stroke him.
“Just wanna return the favor,” you moan. “We don’t have to do that, I just...you gave me an orgasm-”
“The way I’ve been getting off to the thought of you...we don’t have time,” he moans as he forces himself to stop you.
Of course, him getting forceful with you only makes you long for him more.
“Another time, Hummingbird. We have to...Jesus!” he exclaims as you grind your hips against his. “If you still...fuck, if you still want this when we get back, I’ll be more than happy to destroy this perfect little body.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Hummingbird. More than I’ll ever be able to put into words,” he promises as he slowly pulls out his three fingers and you whimper in protest. “Wear the ‘Alice in Chains’ shirt with your black jeans,” he sighs as he gets up. “He can’t see you right now, but I can.”
As he walks out of the room, you lay there for a second, coming terms with another thing that was never supposed to happen, before getting up and getting dressed.
By the time you two get back to the hospital, both of your families are beside themselves, and Denny looks worn out. Also, Tina is here, and she looks just as concerned as she is anxious.
What now?
“Has there been any change?” you ask Denny as Lloyd makes his way to the nurses’ desk.
“One of the bullets hit his arteries,” Denny starts, “they were able to fix it, but the hit he took to his stomach...it was harder to get out than they expected-”
“How bad is it, Denny? And don’t bullshit me.”
“That’s why the last part has taken so long. That wound might be the one that kills him-hey!” Denny shouts, catching you as you collapse. “I said might, you don’t get to quit on him! If I have hope, you have to have it too!”
“Denny-”
“He’s still fighting, Y/N. No one has declared him dead, so he’s still here-”
“Denny-”
“He’s still here, Y/N,” he quickly interrupts. “You have to hold on to that for now.”
You rationalize everything he says with a nod before accepting his help with getting up, then making your way to the waiting area and sitting down in one of the waiting room chairs. Soon enough, you’re joined by Lloyd and you take his hand in yours before laying your head on his shoulder.
“You need to eat something, Hummingbird,” he coos softly.
“You eat something.”
“I already did,” he chuckles and you playfully hit his arm. “C’mon, lets go to the cafeteria. It doesn’t have to be anything big, but just eat something. I already know you’re going straight for the wine when we get back. Eat something, please?”
“Since when do you ask nicely?”
“Since I know when to tread lightly,” he scoffs before kissing the top of your head and you laugh softly.
“I want him to be okay.”
“I know baby, but you have to be okay too. If anything changes, you know they’ll all get in contact with us immediately.”
“Fine...shit! Mary’s family and my job-”
“It’s all been taken care of. You’ll talk to Mary’s family when you’re ready, and her funeral has been covered. Just focus on Travis for now,” he tells you gently.
“Something small?”
“Something small.”
You both make your way out, hand in hand, and you don’t miss the way your Mother looks at you.
She’s clearly unhappy about it.
“We’re gonna grab a bite to eat, be back in a little,” he tells everyone, without even stopping.
“Babe, can we talk for a second?” Tina asks, looking from you to Lloyd.
Alright, what the fuck is going on?
“Sure, come with us to the cafeteria.”
“Just you.”
“Tina, what’s-”
“If it’s not an immediate update about Travis, you can talk to her when we get back,” Lloyd practically snaps before pulling you along with him.
If they slept together, you’re blowing up the fucking building...once Travis is safe, of course.
“Lloyd, I swear to God, if you slept with Tina-”
“I haven’t slept with Tina since Freshman year of college, and that was only because I wanted to know more about you. Well, that and we were both shitfaced.”
“Then what was that all about?”
“After you eat.”
“Lloyd-”
“After you eat,” he tells you more firmly before walking off towards the counter to place his order.
Fine.
“Why’d you get me a grilled cheese?” you ask as he sets a plate down in front of you.
“Well, they don’t have dumplings or pasta, so this was the next best thing,” he smirks and you laugh as you flip him off. “You said you saw one of the guys at the butcher counter in the grocery store-”
“I’m pretty sure I saw both of them at two different places, cause I heard them both trying to confirm that it was me when they shot Mary...something about how Andrew would kill them if they didn’t kill the right person.”
“Did one of them have a tattoo of an anchor between his thumb and forefinger?” Lloyd practically growls as stabs at his chicken salad.
You’re so happy hes finally started listening to you and just started eating more salad.
“The bank teller did. Uh, I didn’t go up to the butcher’s counter, but the guy had a short, brown, curly hair, and a tattoo under his eye that said ‘pain’.”
“Mother fucker!” he proclaims as he slams his hand down on the table.
Well, at least he seems to know who they are.
“Lloyd, calm down-”
“I’m gonna fuckin’-”
“Huckleberry,” you plead softly and he softens almost instantly.
“You haven’t called me that in forever.”
“Four years does feel like forever,” you smile weakly. “Tell me what’s going on. Is this why you don’t want me talking to Tina?”
“I don’t want you talking to Tina because I’m going to fucking kill her, and I have to refrain from doing it in front of our fucking family,” he mutters dangerously before shoveling a fork full of salad into his mouth.
“I’m sorry, come again? Tina? She did this?”
“I’m sure not purposely, because she loves you, but she has a very big part in all of this.”
“This doesn’t make any sense! She’s Travis’ godmother, she wouldn’t...how do you know?”
“It’s my job to know, Hummingbird. I told you, I always keep an eye out for you. Granted, she got the fake information I left, and her little workers went rouge, more than likely trying to prove themselves, and that’s why everything went wrong.”
“Lloyd, she loves-”
“She loves you and Travis. She hates me. I guarantee that’s why she wants to talk to you in private. The way she looked at you, the way she looked completely out of her fucking mind when she got here...this was never supposed to blow back on you. Which, poor fucking Tina, but I’m still gonna fucking kill her.”
“Lloyd, please just tell me-”
“You’re not eating.”
“I’m sorry, I’m still trying to comprehend the fact that you just told me that you’re going to murder my best friend!” you whisper harshly.
“People die-”
“Fucking don’t, Lloyd. Not while our son is fighting for his life. Do not sit here and tell me how people die all the time, like we live in the same fucking reality!” you snap and he sighs.
After all this time, it’s completely insane to you how he always forgets. He would come home to feel normal. After being surrounded by killers all fucking day...it has been a while though. A while since you two have had a real and honest talk...you’re both the same, but have changed in so many different ways.
“You need to eat-”
“Do you have to kill her? We don’t even know-”
“You don’t know what happened, I do. I can’t let her live, not after this.”
“Lloyd-”
“You’ll see after she talks to you. Eat.”
“Lloyd-”
“Hummingbird, please eat. I know it’s been over 24 hours since you’ve last eaten anything, so please eat.”
“How do you know so much about all the damn time?” you scowl before begrudgingly take a bite out of your sandwich.
“Just because we got a divorce, doesn’t mean I stop keeping tabs on you.”
“Lloyd-”
“I didn’t file for the divorce, you did.”
“I didn’t cheat, you did.”
“Lets not fucking do this here.”
“You’re the one keeping fucking tabs-”
“I’m not doing it to be your fucking hall monitor. I’ve have you watched so I can keep an eye out on your and keep you safe. Just because I fucked up doesn’t meant I don’t love you. You know why I did what I did-there’s an update!” he tells you as his phone goes off.
“How do you-”
“It’s my Mother, we should go-”
“Lloyd...”
“He’s fine, Hummingbird. I promise,” he reassures you softly.
You both make your way back to the top floor, hand-in-hand, and you take not of how much tighter his grip gets once you get closer to where everyone is congregated.
God, how you wish you two would’ve been able to work all shit out, so you’d be able to go through this together. Not as Lloyd Hansen and his ex-wife.
“He made it through the surgery,” the doctor smiles as you both approach him. “It was touch and go for a while, but he’s strong-”
“He’s a Hansen,” Lloyd smiles proudly and you roll your eyes.
“That he is,” the doctor laughs, “he’s still not out of the woods. He hasn’t woken up and we don’t know when he will, and he’s going to need a lot of therapy, but he can go home-”
“Today,” Lloyd quickly interjects, looking towards Denny who just nods.
Whatever expenses you thought you were gonna have to worry about, they’re gone.
Your tax dollars hard at work.
“Mr. Hansen-”
“He comes home today. Whatever medical supplies he needs, he’ll have them, and whatever care is needed will be provided around the clock. My assistant is on his way and he’ll go over everything with you. Travis is not staying here.”
“Lloyd-”
“He’s not staying here for another minute,” he snaps towards his Mother.
And that was that.
Soon enough, information is being taken down, plans are being made, Lloyd is all but shouting demands, he’s choosing caregivers only he trusts, and Denny is giving him the next six months off.
“What just happened?” you ask as you get in the passenger seat of Lloyd’s car.
“You don’t need to worry about it.”
“Lloyd-”
“You’ve done enough, Hummingbird. Let me take care of the rest.”
“He’s our son. I should know-”
“All you need to know is that you’re safe. Travis is safe, you’re safe, and I’m never letting anything happen to either of you ever again.”
“What about Tina?”
“She’s going to come over tomorrow night to talk to you. She’s gonna tell you everything and then I’m gonna stick a fucking bullet into her brain.”
“Lloyd-”
“She doesn’t get to get away with this. I know you love her and all that shit, but they’re some things that are unforgivable. This is one of those things.”
“You haven’t even heard her side-”
“I know her side, I don’t need to hear it. My son was almost killed, you were almost killed...I don’t give a fuck about how bad she feels. She’s lucky that I didn’t kill her on the spot.”
“Huckleberry, please just tell me what happened.”
“Don’t fucking call me that just because you know it makes me soft.”
“Then fucking calm down and talk to me-”
“You don’t need to worry about anything from here on out-”
“Lloyd...you still don’t get it,” you chuckle softly as he pulls into his driveway. “You aren’t not out of harms way, so I’m going to worry! This isn’t over because Travis isn’t in fucking surgery anymore! You think I married you because it seemed like a fun idea? You think I was fucking bored? You think I didn’t have other guys gunning for my affection?! I fucking love you, Lloyd! I don’t know if you’ll be okay and...lets just not get into this now. Too much has happened, Travis is getting set up in the house, we both need sleep...Huckleberry, if you don’t get it by now, you’re just never gonna get it, and I’m really sorry about that,” you shrug before getting out of his car, and slamming the door shut.
Fuck him.
If he still doesn’t get it after all this time, then fuck him. How dare he?! He should know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t be this stressed out and frustrated over someone you don’t you don’t give a shit about. The divorce never fucking mattered. Lloyd has been the center of your universe since you fell in love with him. Hell, since you fell in like with him. Then you two went and had Travis, and it just added on. Yes, you know Lloyd has his flaws and isn’t perfect, but he’s your perfect mess. You tried to not fall in love with him, but it clearly didn’t work.
Every mission he goes on scares you, because you’re not sure how he’ll come back, if he comes back at all. Every time you see him, you commit it to memory, because you might not ever see him again. You re-read his affectionate texts because your heart still yearns for him all these years later. So, if he doesn’t understand that you divorced him because you love and care for him too much, and you always will, then he can go fuck himself.
He’s slow to follow behind you, and you feel his intense gaze on you, and you know he’s going through everything in his head. As the doctors go through everything with you, and the caregivers set everything up, you wonder if he’s even listening.
You’re probably gonna have to write all this shit down for him later.
“Is there anything you need or want us to do before we leave?” one of the doctors asks as she packs up her things.
“We’re fine,” Lloyd nods as he stands off to the side.
“I know you’ll have round the clock service, but here’s my number just in case of any emergency,” she smirks at Lloyd, handing him her card before she walks out of Travis’s bedroom.
She’s a bold one, ya gotta give her that.
“I’ll sit with him so you can rest-”
“Denny’s made sure the house is heavily secured. Lets both go lay down.”
“What if he-”
“They’ll wake us up,” Lloyd reassures you, kissing your temple softly as you wrap your arms around his waist.
He’s a piece of shit, but he’s your piece shit. Divorced or not.
You lean into him for just a moment, before forcing yourself away. You slowly and quietly make your way to the room set up for you, as Lloyd goes into his bedroom and leaves the door cracked; and you tell yourself it’ll all be okay. All of you will be just fine.
You toss and turn for about an hour before you force yourself out of bed, and make your way to Lloyd’s bedroom and knock on it softly.
“You know you can always come in, Hummingbird,” he replies nonchalantly.
“I can’t sleep...”
“Get in,” he encourages, turning the covers on his bed down, keeping his attention still on his phone.
It’s not like you need much convincing.
“What’s happening?” you ask as you settle into his bed.
“Denny is still in the middle of a panic attack, so there have been 30 other guards assigned to protect this house-”
“That’s not what I mean, Huckleberry. How are you?” you ask softly as you lay your head on his chest.
“Just rest right now.”
“Lloyd-”
“You have enough on your mind and on your plate. We’ll talk about me after you rest,” he promises as he presses a soft kiss into your hair.
“Don’t...Lloyd, don’t fucking go and put yourself more at risk than you already are. Do you understand?”
“Humming-”
“I fucking mean it. I can’t do this without you...I can’t...I can’t live in a world without you. I’m already dealing with Travis....don’t you fucking...” you trail off as you start to sob.
“Changes are going to be made, Hummingbird. I swear to you, I’ll never put you through anything like this again. Concerning Travis or myself.”
“I love you, Huckleberry.”
“I love you, Hummingbird. Just sleep,” he urges, stroking the side of your arm as he kisses the top of your head. “Sleep.”
For the first time in a long time, despite all hell that happened that day, you’re able to fall asleep almost instantly. Feeling safer and more loved than you have in years.
**
When you wake up, Lloyd is gone but you can hear him yelling about something downstairs. You sit up to an open door and you see that the door to Travis’ room is open. You grab your phone before getting out of bed and slowly make your way to his room.
“Has he woken up at all?” you ask the doctor softly.
“Not yet.”
“Is he...will he wake up? Lloyd interrupted the other doctor he could really say much...”
“We’re monitoring him closely. Yes, the surgery went better than we all expected, but his body is still weak. He took on a lot, so we need to-”
“No, I get it...I understand,” you sniffle as you take a seat in the chair by Travis’ bedside. “Can we have a minute?”
“Of course,” the doctor nods with a soft smile before leaving.
“Hey sweetheart,” you sob with a weak smile, taking Travis’ hand and squeezing it softly. “It’s Mom, I finally have time,” you laugh humorlessly. “You always want to hear stories from when your Dad and I were together, so here’s a fun one,” you chuckle as you start searching through your music library, smiling once you finally find ‘Sea of Love’ by Cat Power and playing it.
“I can not begin to explain how much your Dad hates this song, but it’s one of my favorites. We got married in Hawaii and I annoyed the hell out of him until he agreed to let this be our first song. From that day on, I always played it on our anniversary, and we would dance in the living room. No matter how busy either of us were, we stop to dance to this song. Then, I got pregnant with you,” you sob with a smile as you wipe your eyes. “If you were ever wondering where you got your impeccable taste in music from, it’s me because I made you a playlist and played it ever single day that I was pregnant. Jesus, your delivery was a shit show. Your Dad was yelling at doctors, I was pelting the staff with ice chips because of course, that would make you come out faster, and your Godfather was running around like a chicken with his head cut off because it was the first time that he had ever truly given a damn about anything....both sets of grandparents were crying messes...it was a circus. However, 9 hours later, at 8 pounds and 13 ounces, you were brought into this world. You didn’t scream and you didn’t cry, you just looked at me and smiled, and we were instantly best friends. The moment your Dad laid eyes on you, he was in love with you. Everything else that was wrong didn’t matter. Holding you for the first time...I knew my life was complete. I had you, your Dad....nothing else mattered. It was everything. Soon enough, I fell asleep, but your Dad was too wired. He refused to put you down until the nurses took you from him. When I woke up, he was holding you and walking around with you while this song played,” you sob even harder as you dry your eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve been there. If I could’ve taken those bullets for you, I would have. I’m so fucking sorry, but please...I need you to hang on. You haven’t even begun to truly annoy me, you don’t know how to drive a car, you haven’t gone to or avoided your prom...you have a whole life to live and I’m excited to watch you live it. You are the sweetest soul and the world needs you, so please...please, just hang on for us. Your Dad and I need you so much...please,” you start crying uncontrollably and you feel an arm wrap around you.
“He’s going to be okay,” Lloyd promises softly.
“Lloyd...,” you sob as you lean into his waist. “How did...he’s a good boy! He didn’t do anything to deserve this!”
“I know, baby,” he responds, his voice cracking as he rubs your back. “It’s all going to be okay. I swear to you, everything will be fine.”
“I gotta get out of this room,” you sniffle before pausing the song, getting up, and walking out.
You go into the spare bedroom that was set up for you and rifle through your purse, until you find your pack of cigarettes. You then quickly to make your way downstairs and into the kitchen, ignoring the mercenaries that now occupy the massive living area, and grab a wine glass. You fill it to the brim before grabbing a cigarette, lighting it, then taking a seat at the dinner table.
Yeah, Lloyd hates you smoking in the house, but you think you’ve earned a pass for the next few days.
“I thought you quit,” Lloyd sighs, coming into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of scotch.
“Well, our son is upstairs fighting for his life, so I figured I’d really commit for a while,” you mutter before taking a drag from it.
“Just say it,” he says as he takes a seat across from you.
“Say what?”
“This is my fault.”
“I’m not gonna throw you a fucking pity party, Lloyd,” you chuckle humorlessly, “not right now.”
“If this wasn’t my job-”
“If this wasn’t your job, if I hadn’t been working, if I hadn’t left my credit card out, if I hadn’t had my blinds closed, they’re a lot of fucking ‘if’s so don’t sit here and try to get me to blame you. I may be a cunt, but I’m not that fucking petty.”
“I blamed you.”
“That’s because you’re a fucking asshole.”
“Y/N-”
“Lloyd, I don’t wanna fucking do this with you. I haven’t felt this terrible since you were in that fucking coma-”
“That’s why you never came by?”
“God, you are such a dick,” you scoff. “I was in that fucking hospital all day, every day, until you got out of that coma. When they tried to tell me I had to leave, I punched a male nurse in the face. Don’t fucking sit here and try to tell me how much I do or don’t love you, because you have no fucking idea. You can’t even begin to fathom how much you truly mean to me. How much you’ve always meant to me.”
“Then why not take me back? Why not make this work?”
You knew it was coming.
“Lloyd-”
“Answer the question, Y/N. You’ve been dodging it for four years-”
“I haven’t dodged shit!”
“You haven’t fucking answered it!”
“You really wanna fucking do this today?!”
“You’re already here!”
“Fine. You wanna know why we can’t just “work this out”? Because fuck you! It’s not even the fucking job! It’s you! Nothing is ever enough for you! There can never be a conversation, you just have to be right all the time! You just have to know every single fucking thing! No one else can ever be right! I love you! I love you to the point that I made myself miserable for the last two years of our marriage so that you could be happy! I had two fucking miscarriages, Lloyd! TWO! You wanna sit here and fucking tell me that I’m so selfish? That I’m a cunt?! You have no room to fucking talk! I have given you everything I have in me, and it wasn’t enough for you! I wasn’t enough for you! You are Travis’ hero, and it’s not enough for you! You have a higher kill count than anyone in the fucking agency, and it is STILL NOT ENOUGH! You’re hurt?! You’re wounded?! You and Travis are my entire universe and you still don’t fucking get it! You think that I don’t know you’re a fucking lunatic?! You think I don’t know that you have a couple of screws loose?! I LOVE YOU ANYWAY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I love you and you keep missing the point! I was never expecting roses and warm hugs everyday from you, but I expected you to at least meet half way sometimes! But you never fucking did,” you sob. “Then you, being the piece of shit you are, went and fucking cheated, and you know what? I’ll take responsibility for that. I pushed you away and took away the one thing you really needed: affection. Fine, I’m a bitch and it’s all my fault. However, you couldn’t just let it be a clean split, could you? No, because Lloyd Hansen can never just accept the things he doesn’t like, can he? You just have to be a dick about it. The texts, the fucking phone calls, the blatant lack of respect for me at all! Yet, I’m always defending you to Travis. Making excuses as to why you miss his birthday parties, why you aren’t able to go to his soccer games, why you can’t go on the family camping trips, just to make sure you’re still a god in his eyes! Now, after all the shit that’s happened, you’re gonna fucking sit here and tell me that I wasn’t at the hospital while you were in that fucking coma?! You’re gonna fucking try and tell me about shit you don’t even know about?! You know they were going to let you fucking die?! They were just gonna stop working on you and I threatened each and every one of those fuckers, because a world without you in it, is a world I don’t wanna fucking live in for whatever reason! You wanna know why can’t we work things out?! Because of you! The issue has always been you! So don’t fucking sit here, being all self righteous, like I haven’t done my absolute best to make you happy since this shit show started!” you yell, ashing your cigarette on his table, because fuck him.
Lloyd says nothing, but he looks at you as if he wants to throw you across the room. Whether it’s because you ashed your cigarette on the table or because of what you said, you’re not really sure. Instead, he gets up and storms out, knocking a chair over on his way out.
Great.
You don’t know why you took the bait. You knew he was picking a fight because he feels like shit, and he needed you to yell at him. He knows how to push all the right buttons at the worse time, so when you didn’t yell at him for Travis, of course the failed marriage was the next best bet. You know he blames and hates himself for everything, but Lloyd doesn’t know how to vocalize feeling like shit or failure. That’s why you feel so fucking special when he apologizes for anything, because he never apologizes to anyone for anything.
Maybe Travis if he feels especially bad about something.
However, you took it too far this time.
It’s not like anything you said was wrong, but you didn’t have to be so fucking harsh. God, he didn’t even know about the fucking miscarriages. Yes, Lloyd Hansen is a complete and total asshole, but he’s also the love of your life. There’s a way to go about everything, and you screaming at him wasn’t the way to go about that. Yeah, he needs to feel like an asshole because it fuels his...whatever the fuck is wrong with him, but all of that at once...that wasn’t the way to do it.
You’re slow to finish off your wine before slowly making your way upstairs to his bedroom, and the scene in front of you shocks the hell out of you.
He’s sitting on the bed and crying.
To this day, you’re convinced that Lloyd Hansen has never cried, not even as a baby. Out of pure stubbornness. Sure, his voice has cracked a total of two times since you’ve known him, but hes never actually cried. As far as he’s concerned, crying is a sign of weakness. Sure, you can cry because you’re a woman, but Lloyd? He’d never dream of it. He’d get shot in the dick before he’d cry, let alone let someone else actually see it happening.
“I’m sorry, Huckleberry,” you sigh, closing the door behind you as enter the room. “I took it too far-”
“It’s what I fucking deserve.”
“Stop it. Don’t do this to yourself, not right now.”
“I was a horrible husband and I’m a horrible Father-”
“No you aren’t,” you tell him softly as you stand in front of him.
“Don’t, Y/N. Don’t fucking stand there and tell me-”
“Travis couldn’t have a better Father, honey. All you’re doing for him, all you’re going to do for him, it’s more than any other parent would do. Us? It’s not like all parts of our relationship were awful.”
“I didn’t make it easy,” he sniffs as he wipe his nose with the back of his hand.
“I was able to give you a run for your money from time to time,” you chuckle and he scoffs as he wraps his arms around your waist. “I never stopped loving you, Lloyd-”
“Why? There’s no use cause we both know I’m not worth loving,” he questions as he looks up at you.
“Because,” you smile down at him as you caress the side of his face, “you’re my Huckleberry.”
Two fools. You two have always been a pair of fucking fools.
“Lloyd,” you moan as he kisses your hip and unbuttons your jeans.
“Don’t tell me ‘no’, Hummingbird. Please, not when I need you so much,” he begs as he pulls your jeans and panties down.
“We shouldn’t...fuck! Baby!” you whimper as he starts to massage your clit with his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking good at that!”
“Always taste so fucking good,” he mutters as he easily slides two fingers into your dripping pussy.
“Oh God...fuck!”
“I’m gonna destroy this perfect little cunt, Hummingbird,” he promises as he fucks you faster with his fingers.
“Please,” is all you can get out as you grip his hair.
He resumes his assault on your clit with his tongue, before pulling on it with his lips and sucking on it. You grip his shoulder tight as you try and hang on and ignore all of the voices in your head telling you this is a terrible idea.
You know it’s a terrible idea, for a million reasons, but right now you just need him. You’ve been without his touch for so long and now, you just need his love. You need him to make you feel okay, because everything is happening so fast at once.
“I’m so fucking...ah, ah, AH SHIT!” you cry out as you coat the lower half of his face and fingers with your release.
“I’ve missed you, Hummingbird, and God, you still get so fucking wet for me,” he husks as he removes his fingers and sucks your essence off of them. The groan that leaves his mouth somehow makes you even more feral. “Take that fucking shirt off, let me see you,” demands softly as he takes off his own shirt.
Who the hell are you to disobey?
Instantly, you’re taking off your shirt and bra, and you can’t help but feel a little prideful at the way he marvels at you. After all this time, he still looks at you as if he’s never seen anymore more beautiful in his life.
“Gonna make you feel so good, Hummingbird,” he promises as he grips you tight and whips you onto the bed.
“I need you. I always fucking need you,” you whimper as you undo his belt buckle, getting fed up when you can’t stop fumbling with the damn thing, so you just force them down.
“Do you still love me?” he asks as thrusts himself inside of you, never breaking eye contact with you.
“Fuck!” you gasp, grabbing at nothing as relish in the pleasurable sting you’ve gone so long without. “It’s only ever been you for me! I’ll love you forever!”
“I love you, Hummingbird,” he broods as he fucks you harder and faster.
You feel like you’re on a cloud. Yes, you’ve had other relationships and hookups since Lloyd, but no one knows your body like he does. He knows all the right angles, what positions make you wild for him, and how to get you where you’re always desperate to be.
Lloyd knows you better than everyone else in every way.
“Don’t know how I’ve gone so long without you,” he groans as he pins your hands above your head, entwining his fingers with yours.
“I...I love you so much,” you whimper as you wrap your legs around him, grinding your hips against his. “On...only one for me!”
“Taking me so fucking well...fuck, this is still the best little snatch, baby! So fuckin’ wet!” he mumbles as he forces himself upright and forces himself deeper.
“OH MY GOD!”
“Fuck! Squeezing me so damn tight!”
“Lloyd...I...I...holy shit!” you cry out with tears streaming down your face as you turn your head away.
“Look me, Hummingbird,” he demands gruffly, “wanna see your fucking face when you...fuck!”
“Please...need to...need to- FUCK!” you scream as you squirt hard and you pray this isn’t the first thing Travis hears if hes woken up.
“JESUS...FUCK!” Lloyd exclaims as he fills you, collapsing on top of you, releasing your hands as you wrap your arms around him.
Fuck, you’ve missed him.
“You tired?” he asks as he sits up and you both catch your breaths.
“Not even close.”
“Such a good girl,” he smirks as he pulls out and flips you over, “cause we’re just getting started.”
Two fucking fools.
Once again, you know it’s a terrible idea, but you can’t and don’t want to stop. For as terrible as he is, Lloyd has always been your home. He’s always understood you, always accepted you as you are, always loved you, and has never made you feel less than. In his world, no one is worth saving or loving. No one except you. Besides the fact that he can easily give you orgasm after orgasm, he’s your person. He’s your person and your best fucking friend. Nothing feels right until Lloyd’s back in your life.
He’s nothing but chaos, but he’s the only way your world makes any sense.
“Daddy...too much! Can’t-”
“Yes you can,” he grunts as he fucks you hard from behind, slapping your ass, hard. “This bed has never been so fucking wet!”
“Please...need to...oh my GOD, don’t fucking stop!” you whimper as you strangle the pillows.
Well, the ones that are left.
“Still such a filthy little thing! Still a dirty little Hummingbird?”
“Only for you, daddy!”
“Fuck! Go ahead, fucking make a mess!”
“JESUS!” you scream as your arms give out and you make a mess for him, just like he loves.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” he praises as he fills you, pulling out just to watch the mixture of your juices run down your leg. “Best little cream hole.”
“Lloyd,” you whine as you lay down.
“I know, you’re tired, Hummingbird,” he coos as he smooths his hand over your ass before slapping it again.
“Daddy!”
“We’re done, I promise,” he laughs as he gets off the bed, “I’ll take care of you.”
He goes into the bathroom and you get comfortable as you settle under the covers, ignoring how wet the sheets are because of you.
“You okay?” he asks, coming back with a wet towel so he can clean you up.
He came on every part of your body, so it’s honestly the least he can do.
“It’s been a while, but I can still handle you, Hansen,” you giggle as you try and keep your eyes open.
“Sleep,” he urges as he gets in bed next to you and holds you close.
“You’re not sleeping.”
“I have work to do.”
“I’ll work with you.”
“You’ll never stop being stubborn, will you?”
“Nope,” you smile as he starts laughing. “That’s why you love me, Huckleberry.”
“And I’ll never stop.”
“Thank you, Lloyd. For coming home early and...being here-”
“The fact that you have to thank me for that proves just how much of terrible-”
“Stop it, Lloyd,” you hum as you lay your head on his chest. “Even if you weren’t always the best husband, you are the best Father. I love you.”
“You need to rest.”
“You need to rest.”
“I will. For now, just take a nap, at most.”
“You’re a good Father, Lloyd. You’re a good man,” you promise with a yawn.
“Sleep.”
As you rest, once again feeling safe and loved, you hope you’re providing for him the same feeling he gives you.
You hope that he feels the same peace you do.
**
Lloyd’s P.O.V
“How’d they get the Virgin Mary to leave her dorm?” I laughed as I stumbled a little, approaching you with his red Solo cup in hand.
“Leave me alone, Hansen,” you slurred as you leaned against the counter to stay upright.
“Well, the poet-”
“Lloyd, I am not like every other girl here. I’m not impressed with all the shit you can quote from dead old guys. Go...go away.”
“Let me impress you with something else then,” I smirked before I got on my knees and lifted up your dress.
“Lets see if that tongue is as impressive as all the girls say,” you shrugged before you took a sip of your drink.
The challenge was more than accepted.
Before you could bitch about me ripping your panties off my tongue fucking that perfect little honeypot between your legs.
“Oh fuck!”
And I’ve been addicted ever since.
I half expected you to stop me. Yeah, you were drunk, but that didn’t change the fact that you hated me. The fact that you actually let me eat you out in the kitchen at a frat party, blew my fucking mind. Letting me carry you up the stairs into my room?
I was sure I was dreaming.
“Oh my God!” you moaned as I fucked into relentlessly. “Never felt so fucking...never felt so fucking good! Never felt so full!” you whimpered as you clawed at my back.
“Yeah? Never been stretched this good?” I chuckled as I looked at this blissed out mess that you were.
“N-no, daddy! Oh...feels so...fuck, LLOYD!” you cried out as you came hard, messing up my sheets, and I had no choice but to follow your lead.
You and that fucking pussy of yours.
“I’m gonna go,” you panted after a moment.
Usually that would’ve been fine with me, but I waited so fucking long for you and before I could stop myself-
“Just stay. You’re too drunk and you’re already in a bed-”
“Can’t-”
“No point in leaving, Hummingbird,” I shrugged as if it was no big deal.
It’s funny to me to this day that you’ve never asked about that nickname, you just accepted it. Yeah, later on, I found out you love hummingbirds, but that had nothing to do with the nickname.
It was one of the first things that attracted me to you.
You were so fucking quiet in High School. You never said a thing unless you were around your friends or teachers called on you, and made sure to keep it that way no matter what.
You hummed a lot though.
Whether it was something you came up with, or your favorite song, you were always humming. You tried to keep it to yourself, but if anyone listened close enough, they’d hear you.
I always heard you.
It’s not like I ever fucking meant to pay attention to you, but once you had my attention...that was the end of it. There was no point in talking to you when we were in High School, because I already knew you wouldn’t give me the time of day. I figured we’d run into each other whenever either of us came home from college and I’d make my move then. So, imagine my fucking surprise when we got into the same damn college.
Maybe that’s why I worked so damn hard. College was a fresh start, but you were already wise to my bullshit and that’s fair. However, I wanted you and I wasn’t about to give up. Then, I saw you dancing with Tina in the living room and you looked so fucking happy and carefree. You looked so fucking perfect so, of course, I was determined to destroy every part of the goodness in you.
My plan was to fuck you and leave you begging and desperate, but that’s not what happened, is it? You made me beg for you and it pissed me the fuck off.
I woke up and you were gone.
Granted, you’re the only person I’ve had to chase after or even wanted to, but of course it made me want you more. You didn’t need or want a single fucking thing from me, you weren’t impressed by my football status, you didn’t care about my grades, and you sure as fuck didn’t care about the fact that every woman on campus wanted me. You truly were solely focused on your schoolwork.
So, of course, I had to fuck that up after going too long without your attention.
That was the problem though, wasn’t it?
After only one night, I needed more of it. More of you. I tried to not think about you, how you felt, the sounds that left your mouth, or the way you held onto me like your life depended on it. I tried to to not need you, but after two weeks without, I knew I was fucked. Hell, I knew it after the first damn day.
So, I talked you into a date. God, you were so fucking annoying about it.
“I’ll pick you up at 6 and we’ll head over to-”
“I hope you don’t think we’re leaving this fucking campus,” you scoffed as you started to pack up your books.
“Why the fuck would you want our first date-”
“I don’t care about how much fucking money you have, Lloyd. You want my attention? Earn it. Fancy restaurants and a nice car aren’t going to get you anywhere with me, Huckleberry,” you smirked at me. “See you at the cafeteria on Friday at 6,” you stated plainly before walking away.
Of course you made me work for it. It was stupid for me to think this would be simple, because if it had been, I wouldn’t have wanted you. From day one, you’ve always been a challenge and I’m nothing but a fucking sucker for a good challenge.
However, soon enough, you became more than that to me. Before I knew it, my entire life revolved around you. I needed you by my side on campus, I needed you cheering me on at football games, I needed your opinion on everything, I needed to be in your space at all times...
I was in love with you.
I never imagined falling in love, because I never believed in it. Yeah, my parents have been married for over 30 years, but it’s a sham. They’re both equally terrible to each other, so why the hell should I believe anything between them is real? So, when it came to you, I was skeptical, because why wouldn’t I be?
To this day, I still find it funny how much you didn’t wanna love me back. You tried to fight it so hard, but every date I asked you on (and I stress asked you on, because you were such a fucking brat about it), you never turned down. Soon enough, you were just as in love with me as I was with you. That makes me the asshole though, doesn’t it though?
I never told you that I had been talking to Denny about the CIA since Freshman year. Every time I tried, we were having a good day. The little trips I would surprise you with, the impromptu study sessions I couldn’t get you to take a break from, the weekend dinners with your parents...there was just never a good time.
Then, I finally told you, and it was a fucking shit show.
“Where are you going?” I sighed as you got out of my bed.
“Back to my fucking dorm, like I told you.”
“Hummingbird-”
“We fucked, Lloyd. We fucked like we always do, it doesn’t change shit.”
“I don’t see what you’re so fucking mad-”
“YOU COMPLETE ASSHOLE!” you shouted at me, finally looking at me, “I fucking love you and you know that! And what does that love get me? A sociopathic asshole!
“Do you want me to pull you back into bed and-”
“We can’t fuck this problem away, Lloyd! You kept this from me and now-”
“You know that I’m more than capable-”
“I LOVE YOU! YOU FORCED YOUR WAY INTO MY LIFE AND I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I HAVE LOVED ANYTHING OR ANYONE....you know what? Fuck you. You’re a fucking piece of shit and you can go fuck yourself,” you scoffed as you toed on your sandals.
It’s not like you were wrong.
“You know that I’d never-”
“Lloyd, I can’t have this argument with you and I don’t fucking feel like it. You wanna fucking join the CIA? Then go ahead.”
“Why are you-”
“You piece of shit! What if you get seriously hurt?! What if you don’t make it back to me?! You expect me to just be okay? You think I’ll just live on and love again? Fuck you!”
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic!”
“I swear, I fucking hate you!” you yelled before storming out.
That should’ve been enough, shouldn’t it? I should’ve thrown it all away and made you the center of my world, but you’re right.
It’s never enough for me.
I got you to forgive and then marry me, and it was the happiest moment of my life at the time. I should’ve told Denny I wasn’t going to join him, but that wouldn’t have been in my nature, would it? Since I knew you weren’t leaving, I ignored what you wanted. I knew I could keep you safe, so I did whatever I wanted. Of course I noticed you getting fed up with my shit, but I was always able to reel you back in, so it didn’t phase me.
I was getting my way and that’s what mattered.
Then you got pregnant.
“Jesus, I know I don’t matter to you, Lloyd, but-”
“Fuck you! You know you’re my entire world!”
“Yeah okay,” you scoffed as you poured yourself a glass of orange juice, “it’s not just about me anymore though-”
“I’ve kept you safe for all these years-”
“We’re having a fucking baby, Lloyd! We are bringing a child into this world! You can’t always-”
“I’ll never let anything happen to you or our child!”
“Whatever,” you laughed as you opened the door to the patio. “Keep fucking thinking you’re God for as long as you want, but you’re fucking us all over in the end. Fuck you.”
Of course you ended up being right, because fuck you.
Travis was born and he was perfect. How could he not be? He’s a fucking Hansen. At first, everything was perfect and you seemed to calm down a bit. Then, my missions got more dangerous, you couldn’t go out when you wanted, Travis rarely ever left the house, and then came the great debate of him being home schooled.
“You’ve lost your fucking mind if you think our son is being fucking home schooled,” I chuckled incredulously.
“What else do you want?! If I can barely leave the house-”
“He needs to have some sense of normalcy!”
“I swear to God! I can’t go to the fucking grocery store without someone fucking watching me, but our son can happily go to Kindergarten? What fucking sense does that make to you, Lloyd?!”
“I’m fucking trying-”
“No, if you were trying, you’d quit your fucking job!”
“Don’t start that shit!”
“I’m tired of excuses! I’m tired of all this-”
“Mama!” Travis called from his bedroom, and I could tell he was having one of his night terrors.
“I’ll go-”
“He said ‘Mama’, ‘not absentee Father’,” you sighed as you put your wine glass down.
“That’s not fair!”
“Don’t,” you laughed as you walked away from me, “don’t fucking try and tell me about what’s fair and what isn’t. You made me love you just enough to accept a life that’s total and complete bullshit.”
That’s when it started to fall apart. Two fucking miscarriages? Those arguments are starting to make a lot more fucking sense.
“Lloyd, you were gone for almost a month. Travis still young! You can’t just keep-”
“Can you not use our son as a weapon against me?! Besides, why stay around when you refuse to try again for another child?!”
“Fucking watch it!” he growled as you reached for a wine glass.
“All you fucking do is drink wine and smoke! You’re fucking moody or crying all the fucking time-”
“Lloyd, I swear to God!” you screamed, as you opened the bottle and almost filled your glass. “Shut your fucking mouth about shit you don’t fucking know about!”
“Well, if you’d just fucking talk to me-”
“YOU’RE NEVER FUCKING HERE ANYMORE!” you screamed before you stormed out.
The sleeping in separate rooms, not talking to one another, arguments over the dumbest things, finding reasons to avoid one another...
I was losing you.
I couldn’t really blame you though, could I? Because it was all me. I was the one unwilling to compromise, because I need to be in control all the time. So, I pretended that I didn’t see the issues, and pretended to not understand that I was the fucking problem. Then, my pretending turned into resentment, because how could it not? You were the only person in my life to make me feel any normalcy or love, and then you just took it from me. You took it like it was nothing.
So, since you hurt me, I had no choice but to hurt you.
Yeah, I remembered what you said about cheating, but I was so sure that I could get you to stay, because I always could in the past. I never wanted you to leave, I just wanted to grab your attention again. I hated every second of it, because she wasn’t you.
She wasn’t my home.
For all my clever thinking, I knew it was over the second I walked through the door. The look on your face let me know that you were still hurting from our last argument, and you didn’t even look a little excited to see me. However, I’ve never lied to you and I wasn’t about to start then.
I was so angry with you for filing for the divorce, because I didn’t want to acknowledge that it was my fault. Nothing can ever be my fault because I’m a god, right?
So, because you refused to back down, I of course had to be a piece of shit about it. I knew the phone calls and texts were hurting you, but I told myself it was worth it because you hurt me. Because I’m a selfish fuck, and that’s a fact that’s not lost on either of us. I would see it in your eyes when you would drop Travis off, but you’ve always been too good for me and never said anything.
Then you started dating.
“So, you’re just bringing our son around anyone?” I bit once Travis ran into your house.
“I don’t wanna argue with you, Lloyd,” you sighed, clearly tired of the back and forth we constantly went through. “How was he this week?”
“You’re dating a fucking lawyer?”
“It’s only been two dates. Why are you having me followed?”
“So that I know you’re safe.”
“Lloyd, you can’t keep doing this-”
“Just come back to-”
“I’m sorry, didn’t you call me last week so I could hear you fucking two other women? Hearing you command them and telling them what positions you wanted them in?”
“You know-”
“I don’t tell you how to live your fucking life, even when you go out of your way to hurt me, so don’t start telling me I can’t try to fucking move on,” you snapped as your eyes started to water.
Why can’t I ever put my fucking ego and pride aside? Why do I always have to hurt the one person who makes living worth while?
“Are you seeing him again?”
“It’s really not any of your business. Now, how was Travis?”
“He wants to know when his Mother became such a fucking whore.”
“God, you are such an asshole! See you next fucking week!” you cried before you slammed the door shut.
As always, I took it too far.
“What?” you sobbed when you answered the phone later that night.
I’m such a fucking asshole.
“I’m sor-”
“Save it, Lloyd. You always go out of your way to hurt me, then fucking apologize.”
“I love you.”
“Don’t. Just don’t, okay? I am trying my hardest to get all of this shit right, you’re always going on some fucking mission-”
“I miss you.”
“You can’t keep doing this to me, Lloyd,” you sobbed. “I’m not some fucking toy that you can just play with-”
“Just come back to me, I’ll make changes-”
“Will you quit your job?”
“Hummingbird-”
“If you’re not quitting, we really don’t have anything else to discuss.”
“We have everything left to discuss.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m your Huckleberry and I love you.”
“Then why don’t you treat me better?” you asked before you hung up.
It’s not like it wasn’t a fair fucking question. You give me everything and I give you bare minimum. It’s not lost on me that you’re more than I deserve, but if I could just stop trying to control everything all the fucking time...stop trying to control you, this could work. I can’t though, can I? There are just parts of me that won’t change. Not really for lack of trying, but it’s embedded into my system at this point.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking into the guys you were dating, secretly threatening them, and watching what you were up to. No, I never told you, but I knew you knew you. The scowl on your face whenever you saw me let me know that you knew. It’s not like you ever said anything to stop it though, so you clearly didn’t have a problem with it. We’re complete fucking fools for one another, so knowing that I was desperate for and needed you, made you just as happy as it made to know that you were still in love with me.
Even if you refused to say it out loud.
It’s not like you ever took getting back together off the table, you still wear the Hummingbird necklace I got you after our third date, and I know that you love me just as much as I love you. If I can get my shit together, I know you’ll take me back, but I need you to compromise. It’s not fair to ask of you, but I can’t just give all of this up. It’s the only thing that keeps me normal around you. Yeah, you accept me flaws and all, but you deserve better.
I want you to have better.
“What?” I ask as a soft knock breaks me out of my thoughts.
I know I told you I was going to work, but leaving your side...it’s been so long since I’ve had you like this, and I just can’t pull myself away from you until I have to.
“They found the guys,” a mercenary tells me as he opens the door softly.
“Alive or dead?”
“Alive. They’re in the cellar.”
“I’ll be down there in a minute.”
As I go to get out of bed, your grip on me gets tighter, “It’s okay, Hummingbird.”
“Where..what’s going on?”
“You sleep. We’ll talk about it later.”
“Travis-”
“He hasn’t woken up.”
“Lloyd-”
“Rest, Hummingbird,” I encourage before I press a kiss into your hair.
“I love you, Lloyd,” you tell me lazily.
“I love you too, Hummingbird.”
In a matter of seconds, you’re back to sleep and it makes me melt all over again. I know we’re not together anymore, and I know it’s my fault, but having you like this...I’m going going to fix all of this.
First, I’m going to make sure Travis is okay, then I’m gonna make you mine again.
I’ll never lose you again.
**
Y/N’s P.O.V
You’re awoken by your phone buzzing on the floor. You roll around for a bit, trying to regain consciousness, before feeling around on the floor for your pants, and fishing your phone out of your pocket.
Tina.
In all the chaos, you’d forgotten all about what Lloyd said. You checked the time and saw that it was 10pm, and you’re sure shes been calling you for a while.
You take a deep breath before answering, “hey.”
“Hey is everything okay?! I’ve been calling-”
“Yeah no, I’m just exhausted. I’m honestly even sure what day it is at this point.”
“I can come over another day-”
“No, it’s fine. You seemed like you really needed to talk to me.”
“Yeah, I’ll head over now-”
“I’m at Lloyd’s. He feels better having both Travis and I close after everything.”
“Oh,” is all she responds with.
God, please don’t let Lloyd be right about this.
“I’ll let him know you’re coming by. Do you remember the address?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit,” she responds softly before hanging up.
Fuck.
You’re slow to get dressed as you go over what happened just a few hours ago, and what’s about to happen. How can so much happen in such little time? Literally everything was fine and then in an instant, your entire world is flipped upside down and falling apart.
And how did you respond? By fucking your ex-husband.
What now? You know him well enough to know that this isn’t going to be a one and done kind of thing. It’s not like he didn’t know that you never stopped loving him, but now you’ve let him in again. Physically, emotionally, and intimately. So, he’s gonna try and work his way back in, which isn’t even the main issue. The real issue is that you want to let him back in.
You’ve missed him so damn much and he’s been amazing (for the most part) about handling all that’s going on. You want to fall asleep in his arms again, you want his kisses to wake you up in the morning, you want everyone in one fucking house again, you want to be with your soulmate again.
Being with Lloyd is the only thing that makes you feel sane.
There’s his job though. He’s not going to quit, and it’s clearly not getting any safer. It’s not lost on you that Travis is across the hall fighting for his life, because someone wanted revenge on Lloyd. However, it’s also not lost on you how much more protective he’s going to be over the both of you now.
Why can’t any of this shit be easy?
To make everything all that much more complicated, even if it turns out that Tina isn’t responsible for the hell you’re currently in, Lloyd has decided that she is and he isn’t going to change his mind. From the tone in her voice, you already know she’s coming over with a fully loaded gun, and the last thing you need is for a fucking gunfight to break out where your child is currently laying unconscious. Something you wouldn’t put past either of them, because when they’re both angry enough, they’re both unreachable.
And Lloyd is way past furious.
You scoff when you notice all the feathers all over the floor from one of the pillows you both destroyed. In your defense, if he hadn’t been fucking you completely senseless, while biting and sucking on the hollow part of your neck (which he knows makes you crazy), then you wouldn’t have started clawing at the pillows so fucking hard.
You quietly exit the room and make your way to Travis’ room, where he’s still unconscious.
“Has there been any change at all?” you ask the new doctor sitting next to his bedside.
The one who gave Lloyd her card. Great.
“No, but that’s not a bad thing. His vital signs are good and nothings happened to cause any alarm. We just have to wait and see when he’ll wake up.”
“If he’ll wake up,” you sigh as you walk over to the bed and take his hand in yours, “I love you, sweetie. Your Dad and I love you so much,” you promise softly, fighting back tears. “I’ll be back in a bit to check on him,” you nod towards to the doctor as you let go of Travis’ hand.
With that, you leave the room and close the door behind you. You want the both of them to hear as little as possible.
Once you’re finally downstairs, you only see half the mercenaries in the living area, which means work is being done. You look out the window and see that Lloyd’s car is still home, because he likes to drive himself when he’s angry. He likes to piss people off while driving, so they’ll get out and wanna fight, and he beats the shit out of them and gets his anger out that way.
Like you’ve told him before, it’s not lost on you that he’s a lunatic.
But where the hell is he? You know he wouldn’t do anything in the backyard, and it’s not even because he’s afraid of someone seeing. It would get too messy, and it’ll drive him insane. Same with the garage. Lloyd needs everything to be clean and neat at all times.
Well, almost at all times.
“Where’s Lloyd?” you finally ask one of the mercenaries.
“He told us-”
“Where is he?” you demand more than ask again, cocking an eyebrow.
“He’s...uh...he’s...”
“You know, you really have to ask yourself, how crazy someone has to be to marry Lloyd Hansen. What could they be capable of?” you warn with a growl. “Now, where is he?”
“He’s downstairs, in the cellar,” the poor man quickly explains as he points towards the direction it’s in.
Since when has there been a fucking cellar? Then again, it has been a few years since you’ve been in this house.
“Thank you,” you smile sweetly before turning and making your way to the door.
The second you open it, you can tell that a lot of people have been killed down here. It’s the one part of the house that isn’t painted, the lights are flickering, the walls are stone, there’s no carpeting, it’s cold, and they’re dried blood smears on the wall.
It’s downright terrifying.
The closer you get to the bottom step, the more you regret your decision to search for Lloyd. Yes, you know what he does for a living, but this is the first time you’ve actually seen this part of his life. While hes never hidden anything from you (since you chewed him out in college), hes also never shown you this side of him. The unhinged side? Yes. The murdering side? No.
You quickly start making your way down the hall, and the closer you get to the end of it, the louder the grunts become. As you walked past the other closed doors, you don’t even want to begin to think about what goes on in them.
“You know,” you hear Lloyd chuckle menacingly, “my torture process is usually a lot worse than this, but making you bleed is just too damn fun.
“Please-”
“Where the fuck is Andrew?!” he shouts, and you’re more than sure hes punched the man in the face.
Jesus.
You knock softly on the door and get me with a gruff, “What?!”
“It’s me” you respond softly.
“Be right back, Pork Chop,” you hear Lloyd breathe.
Soon enough, he’s opening the door and you the sight of him has you wet almost instantly. His hair is wild and some of it matted to his forehead, his knuckles are covered in blood, he’s breathing heavy, they’re beads of sweat on his forehead, and he’s dressed tight fitting all black clothes, with black loafers to match.
The fact that he also looks so wild and feral has you ready to jump on him and fuck him in front of everyone. Maybe you are just as unhinged as him.
“Is everything okay, Hummingbird?” he asks softly as he cleans off his hands with a white cloth.
What the hell did you come down here for? Oh, yeah, that.
“Tina is on her way here.”
“Talk to her down here in that room,” he sighs, pointing at the room two doors down.
“Lloyd-”
“I know I’ve done things that have hurt you in the past, but its never been anything on this scale. I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t sure. I don’t want to take anything else from you, but she has to go. I can’t forgive this. The only reason she isn’t dead yet is out of courtesy towards you,” he mutters, fury burning in his eyes.
“She’ll want to know why I wanna talk to her down here.”
“Tell her it’s in case you two start yelling at each other. This cellar is soundproof.”
“Lloyd...are you sure?”
“Do you trust me?”
“I always have.”
“Then trust me on this,” he assures you softly.
You can’t help but find it funny that he can switch his attitude so fast when you’re around.
“How will you know...?”
“They’re a million little tricks I’ve put down here. I won’t be far at all.”
“Just...let her at least explain her side of it. Hear her out and then, if you still think...”
“Hummingbird-”
“Lloyd, please. I’ve been through hell these last few hours? Days? I can barely tell which way is up at this point. If you’re going to kill my best friend, I at least want her to have a fair chance,” you sigh.
“Fine,” he agrees begrudgingly.
You resist the urge to kiss him before going to leave, when he grabs your wrist, pulls you close, and kisses you passionately.
You swear you can kiss him all fucking day.
“I’ll be close by, okay?” he breathes once you two break apart, before turning his attention to back to everyone else in the room.
You honestly forgot about them.
“Hook the cables up to his chair,” he demands, his tone authoritative and menacing like he hadn’t sweet with you seconds ago. “If I can’t beat an answer out of him, maybe I can freeze it out him. I want it on the highest setting until I get back, you understand me?”
“Yes, Mr. Hansen,” one of the mercenaries answer, “what about the other man?”
“See if survived the waterboarding. If he did, see if you can get him to talk. If he won’t, break his ankles and shoot him in his knee caps,” Lloyd shrugs before closing the door.
Of all the times for you to be turned on.
“I’m sure she’ll be here soon, Hummingbird. You should get upstairs.”
“Lloyd, you promise-”
“I swear to you, I’ll be fucking fair. You may not like the outcome, but I’ll wait and hear her out.”
“Thank you.”
Your heart is heavy as you turn and start on your way back down the hall and up the stairs. You believe Lloyd when he says you’ll hear her out, but when he’s this sure about something, you know it’ll take a miracle to change his mind. If he were the one who got attacked because of her actions, he truly wouldn’t care, but hes always known how to outsmart her and hit her where it hurts. However, it was an attack on you and Travis, and he’s having a hard time not seeing red.
As soon as you reach the top step, you hear the doorbell.
Here we go.
“Hey,” she greets you with a warm smile and a hug, which return, since it’ll probably be the last one you ever give her. “How’s Travis?”
“There hasn’t been a change, the doctor is upstairs with him right now.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“For now, it’s just a waiting game,” you smile weakly. “Lets have this talk down in the cellar. Lloyd’s working down there anyway, so he’s not gonna be around, and it’s soundproof. If we start yelling, and I have a feeling we will, I don’t want everyone hearing. One of the mercenaries might tell Lloyd, and he’s already hot headed-”
“When isn’t he?” she scoffs.
“Tina.”
“I’m sorry, that was a low blow. His son is...I’m sorry,” she sighs. “Lets go,” she smiles weakly.
You two make your way down the steps in silence, and when you reach the room Lloyd told you to go to, you hear gun shots followed by the most agonizing scream you’ve ever heard.
Guess that guy didn’t talk.
“So, what’s up? What happened?” you ask as she closes the door behind the both of you.
“Just...we’ve been through a lot, Y/N. So, please just hear me out.”
Fucking great.
“What happened, Tina?” you sigh, your hands on your hips because you’re already exhausted.
“What happened to Travis....what almost happened to you...it wasn’t supposed-”
“The fuck does that mean?!”
“They weren’t supposed to go after you! Lloyd was the fucking target and they had been tailing him. He was supposed to be back on the day that everything happened, but when he wasn’t back, they decided to-”
“Are you fucking shitting me?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“It wasn’t...listen, how much do you know about Prague?”
“Lets not fucking talk about Prague,” you laugh incredulously as you start to pace.
“I’m sorry, but if we don’t, you won’t get it-”
“I’m never going to get it, because you know how much I love him! You saw how I reacted when-”
“He killed Suzanne!”
“Tina, you better be fucking kidding me,” you scoff in disbelief. “You wanted the love of my life killed, because he killed your revenge girlfriend?!”
“She wasn’t-”
“Don’t fucking say she wasn’t! You started dating Suzanne to get back at Denny! You couldn’t stand her just as much he couldn’t! She tried to kill Lloyd, and almost did, and he killed her instead! It’s his fault that he’s good at his job?! You saw how broken up I was when he almost died! All the hell I went through, the panic attacks, the sleepless nights, trying to take care of Travis-”
“Lloyd killed a girl-”
“BECAUSE IT WAS HIS JOB!” you shout at her. “Jesus, I know that he’s a prick, but you and I both know that when it comes to work, he does what needs to be done no matter how bad he may or may not feel about it later. It’s not like he goes out of his fucking way to kill kids! No, this is about your fucking bruised ego. Denny fell out of love with you, Lloyd kicked you out of his office when you got hysterical, and you felt humiliated. Did you forget that I’m your best fucking friend and you told me all of this?!”
“Y/N-”
“So what? You put out a hit on him and it fucking backfired? No surprise there,” you mutter.
“Don’t be fucking cruel!”
“I’m sorry, my son is fighting for his life and I was almost killed! YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME NOT TO BE CRUEL!”
“Y/N-”
“What happened, Tina?!”
“I met Andrew at bar and I had seen him around because of work,” she sighs, running an exasperated hand through her hair. “We had a few drinks, we got to talking, and we realized that we have a common enemy-”
“Lloyd. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you laugh humorlessly.
“I only gave him Lloyd’s information and he had his guys follow him around-”
“Tina...fuck you,” you laugh, “fuck you for all of this!”
“He was supposed to be-”
“YOU SAW ALL OF THE HELL I WENT THROUGH! AND YOU WERE GOING TO PUT ME THROUGH IT ALL OVER AGAIN?!”
“HE ISN’T GOOD FOR YOU OR TRAVIS!”
“YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE THAT! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HE IS WITH HIM! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HE IS WITH ME BEHIND CLOSED DOORS! YOU DON’T KNOW!”
“YOU WANNA BE WITH SOMEONE WHO MURDERS CHILDREN?!”
“IT IS HIS FUCKING JOB! YOU DON’T GET TO SIT HERE AND LECTURE ME ABOUT SHIT WHEN YOU’VE CRIED TO ME ABOUT ALL THE INNOCENT PEOPLE YOU’VE HAD TO KILL! I MARRIED HIM, I HAD A CHILD WITH HIM, HE OWNS MY HEART AND SOUL, AND BECAUSE OF SOME PETTY FUCKING VENDETTA, WHERE HE DIDN’T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING WRONG, YOU WERE...GOD! I HATE WHEN HE’S FUCKING RIGHT! I FUCKING HATE YOU FOR THIS, TINA!” you scream as your tears start to fall. “Do you understand that Travis might die?! He may not ever be able to walk again, we don’t what his memory will be like if he wakes up...he almost died because of-”
“Y/N...babe, I’m sorry...I didn’t think-”
“No, you didn’t fucking think! Did you forget that you had to keep Travis for two weeks because I wasn’t even capable of cooking?! YOU WERE GOING TO DO THAT TO ME AGAIN OVER A PETTY DISAGREEMENT-
“I WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE-”
You don’t even jump when the gun goes off from the side of the room. You just breathe heavily as she falls to the ground and try to feel something. Your best friend not only betrayed you, but is also the reason why your son is fighting for his life, and shes been killed right before your eyes and yet...
You feel nothing.
“If it makes you feel any better, I really wanted to be wrong,” Lloyd sighs as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind.
“I don’t feel anything. I’m all out of fucking feelings,” you mutter, leaning against him because leaving his side seems impossible at the moment. “Have either of those guys said anything yet?”
“I haven’t gone back in-”
“I want to go in with you.”
“Hummingbird-”
“I wasn’t asking.”
Lloyd lets out a heavy sigh but nonetheless, presses a soft kiss into your hair before taking your hand and leading you out of the room. You take one last look at Tina’s dead body before he closes the door. You hear him clear his throat as he places his gun back into the waist of his pants.
“You sure, Hummingbird?”
“I just saw my best friend get killed. I’m pretty fucking sure I can handle two pieces of shit who tried to kill my son.”
“Y/N, don’t be mad at me for-”
“I’m not mad at you, Lloyd. I’m truly not. I’m just fucking tired and I want this over with. I want Travis safe, I want you safe, and I want...I just want all of this to be over.”
“I know, Hummingbird. I promise, as soon as I find out what I need to, I’ll finish everything.”
“Then we should get in there.”
“I guess you’re right,” he sighs.
He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text before shoving it back in his pocket and leading you into the room.
“Looks like you’ve got a visitor...oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Lloyd chuckles as you close the door behind you two. “There’s a pathetic little thing lying on the floor in the other room. Get rid of her,” he commands to two of the mercenaries, before returning his gaze to the shivering man in the chair. “As for you-”
“Mr. Hansen-”
“I’m working!” he snaps.
“I understand, but the other guy...he’s gone.”
“I guess he really wasn’t a daisy,” Lloyd chuckles. “Get rid of him, he’s of no use to me now. Drop him into the bottom of the ocean, or chop him up and get rid of him in the tub, it really makes no difference to me,” he shrugs as he once again turns his attention to the man in the chair. “Do you wanna tell me where Andrew is, or do you wanna try out another form of torture?” Lloyd asks sarcastically as he takes out his pistol.
“Please, just-”
“Boring,” he sighs, rolling his eyes as he fires a shot into the guys arm. “Tell me what I want to know!”
“He’s gonna-”
“He’s not going to do anything I won’t do much worse! Now, tell me where the fuck-”
“Lloyd,” Denny interrupts as walks through the door, “we need you upstairs.”
“Denny-”
“It’s an update on Andrew. They just caught two guys trying to break-in. Committed suicide before we could get anything out of them, but they came with a note.”
Lloyd sighs and drops his head, “we keep getting interrupted, Pork Chop. I’ll be right back. Lets go, Humming-”
“I wanna stay in here,” you interrupt softly, which has Lloyd quickly turning all of his attention towards you. “What?”
“You go, I’ll stay.”
“Y/N-”
“I’m fine, Lloyd. You go, I’ll stay,” you repeat, not taking your eyes off of whimpering piece of shit in the chair.
Lloyd lets out another heavy sigh, but says nothing as he heads out and closes the door behind him.
“I don’t know why you’re crying, he’s taking it easy on you,” you shrug as you make your way over to the weapons table. “No, I’ve never seen him kill anyone, but I’ve also known him for a while now. He’s good at his job for a reason.”
“Please, I’m sorry-”
“No no, I talk and you listen,” you interrupt with a kind smile as you pick up Lloyd’s butterfly knife. “It’s not as sharp as it usually. He probably used it for work and never got the chance to sharpen it. Ya know, Lloyd fucks with his toys,” you chuckle. “I’ve been fucked with his guns, he would test out how strong his ropes were by tying me to the bed or tying me up and made sure that no matter how hard he fucked me I couldn’t get out, he liked to cut my underwear off with his knives, he has a bit of a blood kink so every once in a while he would “accidentally” cut me while cutting off my clothes. Lost a lot of cute underwear during our relationship,” you sigh as you shake your head.
“Ms. Diaz said-”
“Oh, Tina? She’s dead. Nothing she says holds any weight anymore,” you shrug as you make your way over to the guy. “You were so desperate to make your guy happy, and now look? Tied to a metal chair, freezing your balls off, crying like a bitch, all bloodied up, and your little buddy is dead,” you laugh as you stand in front of him. “Where’s Andrew?”
“I don’t know!”
“Lies irritate me,” you scowl before grabbing his hand and stabbing it.
“FUCK!”
“Where is Andrew?”
“I don’t-”
“Lying,” you sing as pull the knife out and start to cut off his fingers.
“I DON’T KNOW!”
“Lie, lie, lie,” you tsk as you add more pressure and cut the bone. “Where is he?”
“PLEASE!”
“Oh look, I took off two fingers,” you laugh as you toss them on the table. “I’m nowhere near as skilled as Lloyd is, so you’ll have to forgive me for that. Anyway, wanna keep this up? Or do you wanna tell me-”
“I WAS PROMISED-”
“Still not the answer I’m looking for,” you shrug as you start cutting his ear. “Now, where is?”
“LONDON! HE’S HIDING OUT IN LONDON! KNIGHTSBRIDGE, LONDON! THERE’S SOME HOUSE...IT’S FAMOUS HOME...HE’S THERE!” he wails as you cut through the last of his ear.
“Good boy,” you smile at him before kissing his forehead. “You stay here and someone will be down to see you soon,” you promise him sweetly as place his fingers and ear in a white cloth.
“Please...please...d-don’t kill-”
“Don’t kill you? Oh honey, that’s for Lloyd to decide,” you smile as you wrap up the cloth then make your way out.
You’ve never done anything like that in your life, and you never thought that you would, but your patience and discipline have all but dissolved. Your son still hasn’t woken up, your best friend is not only responsible for all of this but intentionally going after your soulmate, and now this asshole sends someone else to attack all of you?
The good girl is on leave right now.
“Lloyd, we’re at least able to narrow it down to two different-”
“I want an exact location!” Lloyd shouts at Denny, as you enter the kitchen. “He sent someone-”
“He’s in London,” you state flatly as you drop the cloth containing the fingers and ear on the table on the table. “Knightsbridge, London. He said it’s a famous home, so I have a good guess that it’s that place where they hosted Picasso.”
Both of them just look at you with pure shock and amazement in their eyes.
“Someone tried to kill my son. I want him gone. If you have more questions, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to answer...if he’s still alive. I’m not a doctor, so I don’t know how these things work, but he was still begging when I left-”
“You did this?” Lloyd asks, trying to hide how turned on he is.
“That I did.”
“Come with me, lets talk to him together since you’re clearly more persuasive than I am. Denny,” he smirks as he turns his attention to his bewildered best friend, “give me about 20...30 minutes to have an exact location.”
“Lloyd-”
“It looks like I’m not the one calling the shots anymore,” he laughs as he gets up. “Lead the way,” he smiles at you.
He holds your hand as you lead him back down the steps, and for the entire short trip, you feel his eyes on you intensely. You know that he never thought you’d be capable of doing something, but he doesn’t hate the fact that he now knows that you are. If anything, it just makes him feel closer to you.
“You did this, Hummingbird?” Lloyd asks softly once you two are back in the room, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. “You did so good,” he praises against your neck before kissing it.
Feeling him hard against your the back of thigh only makes you even more desperate for him.
“He doesn’t want you to kill him, daddy,” you moan as he teases kisses up and down your neck.
“He doesn’t want me to...that’s cute,” he laughs as he pulls out his pistol. “You’re gonna tell my Hummingbird whatever the fuck she wants to know.”
‘My Hummingbird’. God, you love the sound of that.
“I told her-”
“You didn’t give her an exact address,” he tuts as he shoots him in the leg.
In no time at all, Lloyd had more than all the information he needs, all the while teasing the shell of your ear with the tip his tongue.
“What do you think, Hummingbird?” he asks as he unbuttons your jeans with one hand, while the other is still pointing the gun at the blubbering mess, “should I let him live?”
“N-no daddy,” you moan as he slides his hands down your panties, his fingers quickly finding their mark and starting to tease you.
“P-please,” the man blubbers.
“Sorry,” Lloyd smirks against your neck, “you heard my Hummingbird.”
It’s embarrassing how hard you came when he pulled the trigger on his pistol.
“We have to stop,” you whimper as Lloyd continues to massage your clit with two fingers.
“Do we?” he husks before biting your earlobe. “I think we should keep it up.”
“Fuck!”
“You want me to beg? I can get on my knees right now-”
“Lloyd-Jesus Christ you two!” Denny scowls and you smile as you feel the rumble in Lloyd’s chest as he chuckles. “You need to get upstairs so we can plan how you wanna go about this.”
“Isn’t that why they call you the Chief?”
“This is your revenge, jackass,” Denny snaps back.
“Go,” you laugh softly, “I need to check on Travis anyway. I’ve been away far too long.”
“We can go together and then-”
“Lloyd,” you laugh, hating how good and loved hes making you feel.
“I’ll come up after, okay?”
“Sounds good-shit!” you moan as he removes his fingers.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” he chuckles before licking his fingers as he walks away.
Are you even sure this is your life anymore?
You scoff and shake your head as you look at the dead idiot in the chair, before you finally make your way out of what you can only call Hell. You’re still trying to wrap your head around what the hell has taken place over the last 2 days? 3 days?
When is the last time you ate? When’s the last time Lloyd ate?
As you make your way into the kitchen, you ignore everything that’s going on and start searching for menus, when you realize the time.
12am.
Looks like you’re cooking.
“You don’t have to cook,” Lloyd sighs as you start taking out pots and pans.
“We need to eat. I’m sure everyone needs to eat,” you chuckle humorlessly. “Though, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to feed everyone. How do you all feel about sandwiches?”
“Hummingbird, I’ll send for food and have it brought up to you-”
“It’s 12am, Lloyd.”
“What does that mean to me? Get upstairs and I’ll bring up some food to you when it gets here.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
“I always know what you want,” he smirks.
“Lloyd-”
“Jesus, I’ll feed you too, Denny. Calm down,” he scowls.
You laugh as you start to make your way out of the kitchen, but Lloyd grabs your wrist as you walk by and it tugs at your heart. You wrap an arm around him and kiss the top of his head before letting go and making your way into the living area and starting on your way up the stairs.
It’s not lost on you that you can’t just get back with Lloyd like nothings happened, but that doesn’t change the fact that you want to. You want to so bad that it’s actually starting to hurt. Yes, the last few days have been hell, but hes been by your side for all of it. Hes been by your side, hes been amazing, and all of it has made you realize why you fell in love with him in the first damn place.
He’s always going to be your Huckleberry.
“Am I allowed to lay on the bed with him?” you ask the doctor as you lean against the door frame of Travis’ room.
“Just be gentle,” she warns softly.
You ease into bed with him and grab the remote off the nightstand.
“I promised you ‘Tombstone’ and that’s what we’re gonna watch,” you tell him softly as you kiss the top of his head.
You settle in next to him and lay your head on his shoulder as you find ‘Tombstone’ on some streaming service, and start playing it. “Has there been any change?” you ask the doctor.
“Everything is the same,” she smiles softly.
Of course it is.
You give her a small smile and nod before focusing your attention back on the screen. As you sit and watch, a small smile comes to your first as you remember the first time you watched it.
“We’ve been dating for four months and you still haven’t watched it,” Lloyd grumbled as you two laid in his bed.
“Why do you want me to watch it so bad?” you laughed.
“Because it’s my favorite movie!”
“Lloyd, will it really make you that happy if I watch it?”
“I’ve been asking every damn day for the last two months, so yes, it will make me that happy, Hummingbird.”
“Jesus, alright. Put the damn thing in,” you laughed as Lloyd practically jumped out of the bed.
He talked through the whole damn movie.
“So, I’m guessing your Doc Holliday in all this?”
“Of course I am! He’s the most badass out of all of ‘em!”
“A fair point,” you laughed as you got up and started to get dressed.
“Where you going?”
“Back to my dorm, Huckleberry.”
“Stay the night.”
“I have spent the last three nights here and I can tell that Tina wants to hangout.”
“Who gives a fuck about Tina?”
“Clearly I do since she’s my best friend.”
“Go to breakfast with her tomorrow or something.”
“You can’t always get your way, Lloyd.”
“Why not?”
“Now now, don’t get all soft on me.”
“I would fall in love with someone who has a mind of her own,” he muttered before he could stop himself.
That made you freeze.
“Wh...what? What did you say?” you asked, slowly turning around to see that Lloyd was sitting straight up.
“Nothing.”
“Yes you did.”
“It doesn’t matter, because it’s not a big deal.”
“Then why don’t you want to say it again?”
“Hummingbird-”
“Did you mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Then say it again.”
He was quiet and his breathing got heavy before he finally repeated, “I love you.”
You were back on his bed and straddling him instantly. You cupped his face and kissed him passionately, while Lloyd wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.
“Say it again,” you breathed once you two broke apart.
“I love you.”
“Are you just saying it because you want me to stay over?”
“Y/N, I have never said that to anyone. Maybe my parents on their birthdays. I have now told you a total of three times and we both know that they’re a million ways for me to get you to stay without admitting how I actually feel. I love you.”
“I love you, Lloyd,” you smiled before you took off your shirt.
“I thought you were gonna hangout with Tina tonight,” he smirked as flipped you over on your back.
“I’ll take her to breakfast.”
In all honesty, you stopped watching the damn movie because it became too painful. Remembering that moment and how perfect everything was, him telling you that he loved you for the first time...it was too much. For the longest time, you thought that Lloyd showed Travis the movie out of spite, because it’s not like he isn’t that much of an asshole, but then you really thought about it. The amount of people who know anything personal about Lloyd are three: Travis, you, and Denny, and you’re honestly not even sure if Denny knows that ‘Tombstone’ is his favorite movie because that would mean that someone besides you would know that Doc Holliday is his hero.
It would also mean that he’d have to admit that his whole ‘tough guy’ persona isn’t his own...well, the being a psycho part is 100% him.
“Your Dad holds his gun just like that,” you laugh softly to Travis, as you watch Doc Holliday, walk away from the barber who was trimming up his mustache.
“Don’t reveal my secrets to him,” Lloyd mutters as he enters the room, two containers in hand. “Besides, I don’t hold my gun behind my back, I hold it in front of me.”
“Yeah, but you still hold it the same way, and don’t reveal your secrets? Says the man who wanted to name him Doc, like that wouldn’t have been a dead give away,” you smirk.
“Lloyd,” the doctor smiles at him.
Of course hes fucked her.
“Has there been any change?” he asks you, completely ignoring the woman in the chair.
“He squeezed my hand a little, but he hasn’t opened his eyes.”
“That’s good, right? It means he’s showing signs of improvement?” he questions, eyes hopeful as he takes a seat next to you.
“It’s a very good sign,” the doctor smiles at him.
Maybe she should go to bed with him tonight.
“Shit! I missed the gun fight!” he scowls as he passes you a container of pasta.
“I can always rewind it, it’s not like you missed it by much,” you laugh as you grab the remote, “what poor soul did you bully into making this?”
“How do you know I didn’t make it?”
“Cause you can’t cook for shit,” you scoff as you rewind back to his favorite scene and he flips you off.
“My Mother made it.”
“Then take it back, cause she can’t cook for shit either.”
“Shes hired a chef and I’m more than sure it’s because of something my Father said.”
“Don’t tell me Stef is getting sensitive now...Lloyd, did this chef just start making food yesterday? This is terrible!” you cough as you spit it out and press play on the movie.
“She had to make this, cause this tastes awful!” he laughs as he takes your container away from you. “Jesus, I’ll get-”
“We’ll get something in the morning. We’ve gone this long without eating. Another couple hours won’t hurt us,” you shrug.
“Hummingbird-”
“We’ll get breakfast, I promise. Lets just finish the movie and go to bed. We both need rest, its been a long day,” you sigh.
“You did good today, Hummingbird,” Lloyd praises as rests his hand on your thigh.
“Thank you, Huckleberry,” you sigh, resting your hand on top of his.
Why can’t you two just work it out?
When the movie comes to an end, you both give Travis a kiss and tell him you’ll see him first thing in the morning, you tell the doctor goodnight and bids you a good night as well before giving Lloyd a suggestive smirk.
This is why you’ve got to stop fooling around with him.
“Burn this,” he tells one of the mercenaries as he passes him the two full containers.
“Goodnight, Lloyd,” you tell him softly as you make your way to the room you were supposed to sleep in last night.
“What do you...goodnight?”
“I’m going to bed, it’s been a long day and-”
“Don’t do this to me, Hummingbird. After last night...don’t make me sleep alone.”
“Lloyd.”
“Y/N, I can’t sleep without you in my arms and I know you can’t sleep without me by your side.”
Fuck.
“Lloyd,” you moan as he lays you down on the bed, quickly getting to work on the front of your jeans. “We have to...we’re not...fuck!” you sigh as he easily slides two fingers inside of you. “Feels so...shit! Lloyd!” you squeal when he starts massaging your clit with his thumb.
“You look so fucking good when you’re so desperate, Hummingbird,” he coos as your toes curl.
“Need it...need to fucking cum, please!” you whimper pathetically, clawing at the bed.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he whispers as he curls his fingers inside of you, finding that spot that makes you come alive for him and picking up his pace.
“Fuck!” you sob, coating his fingers with your release.
“Take off that shirt. It’s time to get you cleaned up,” he demands with a low growl, slowly removing his fingers then bringing them up to his lips.
“Lloyd-”
“You’ve been a good girl all day, don’t start acting up now,” he warns in the tone that makes you want to do any and every everything for him.
Why can’t you just stop?
“Fuck! Daddy please!” you beg as he pins you against the shower wall, water already on and at the temperature you love.
“Never dreamed that my good little Hummingbird could be so bad,” he groans as he kisses down your body.
“I’d do anything to...to keep you both s..safe! Oh fuck! You and that tongue! That’s it daddy! Bring your good girl off!” you encourage, gripping his hair tight as your pussy against his face.
One of these days, you’ll be strong enough to tell him no...sure.
“Right there, daddy! Oh fuck!” your cry out, looking down and meeting his intense gaze. “Gonna fuckin...YES!” you scream, trying to stay upright as your orgasm washes over you and your legs almost give out.
“You want it?” Lloyd smirks after he cleans up between your legs, licking up your body at a tortuously slow pace.
“You know I do!”
“Tell me what I need to hear,” he demands with a soft husk once he’s by the shell of your ear.
“I love you! I will always love you!”
Before you have a chance to prepare yourself, he’s hoisting you up and forcing your legs around his waist, before thrusting himself inside of you.
“Oh God!”
“You were gonna make me sleep without you? Make me go without this perfect little honeypot? I shouldn’t let you cum at all!,” he growls as he wraps a hand around your throat and grips it tight.
“Fuck, please! Aht! That’s...please!” you beg desperately, grinding your hips against his as you claw at his back.
“But you did so good today, my little Hummingbird,” he praises, and you clench around him, as his movements start to pick up. “Saw the video, heard you get the information...God, I want to bend you over and fuck you right in front of that poor fuck when we went back into that room.”
“Daddy!”
“Oh, someone’s close,” he chuckles darkly, “you don’t fucking cum until I tell you to, understand?”
“Shit!”
“Do you understand me?” he questions again, slapping you hard.
God, it’s been so long.
“Fuck, yes daddy! Anything you say! Anything you want!”
“Good girl, I was beginning to think you forgot how this works,” he taunts, as your toes curl in a weak attempt to fight off your release.
“Feels so good!”
“Yeah? You love when daddy’s fat cock is deep inside you? Filling this tight little cunt?”
“Feels fucking amazing! You’re so good to me!”
“You’re mine, Y/N. You’ve always been mine and you’ll always be mine, understand me?” he whispers against your neck before biting and sucking on the hollow of it.
“Lloyd,” you whimper as you lull your head back against the shower wall.
You have no fight left in you to tell him ‘no’ anymore. Doing it the first time was hard enough, but now? After everything that’s happened, walking away is beginning to feel impossible again. Yeah, you’re well aware that he would’ve acted like this if you’d never left in the first place, but it was all too much. It’s not like it isn’t too much now, but seeing just how seriously he takes you and Travis’ safety...it’s been emotional last few days, and Lloyd has truly been the only reason you’ve been able to stay anchored.
“I can’t be without you, Hummingbird. I can’t...I need you, baby!”
“Fuck, I need you...too! Need you so much! Please...too much!”
“Squeezin me so fucking tight! Christ, let go for me!”
“LLOYD!” you scream out, gripping him tight as you squirt, slowly fading out of consciousness.
“Could stay buried deep inside this pussy forever,” Lloyd growls as he fills you to the brim.
Lloyd rode out both your highs, whispering sweet nothing against your chest, while caressing your thighs.
“I love you, Hummingbird,” he tells you softly as he sets you down.
“I love you, Huckleberry,” you mumble.
“You okay?”
“Mhm,” you mumble lazily, regaining your balance as he passes you a wash cloth.
“Want me to wash you?”
“I can handle it, just give me a minute,” you giggle softly, taking it from him.
Taking a shower together was never good for you two, because even after you two would have sex, Lloyd wouldn’t keep his lips and hands off of you.
This time is no different.
Lloyd gets on his knees for you at least two more times before he finally lets you clean yourself up, but he still won’t stop pressing you against the wall and kissing you all over, and don’t protest because it’s the happiest and most relaxed you’ve been all day.
In some ways, it feels as if you two are back in college.
“What happened to start all of this?” you ask when you two finally get out of the shower.
“Hummingbird-”
“Lloyd, tell me what happened. I know you’re tired, but I am too. I deserve to know why.”
“I know you do,” he sighs as he wraps a towel around you. “Andrew pissed me off-”
“Everyone pisses you off, Lloyd.”
“This...he made a comment about you. It was a couple of months after we had that huge argument about me bailing on Travis, which I wasn’t,” he scowls and you roll your eyes, “and you stormed out. I never liked Andrew to begin with, but Denny needed me to go on this op with him, because he likes to think he can do whatever, whenever-”
“So, he thinks he’s you?”
“I’m actually good at what I do, Hummingbird,” he smirks. “Anyway, we’d just finished up, and I was gonna go out for drinks and write up my report like I always do, and he wanted to come along. He wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it, and I knew Denny would be up my ass if I killed him, so I told him he can come as long as he shuts the fuck up,” he finishes with a growl.
“Then what?”
“Some pricks can’t hold their fucking drinks. After only two drinks, he’s going on about he’d bend you over and show you who’s boss, how he’d be able to keep a woman like you in line, he’d make sure to keep you quiet with his dick in your mouth...the more he drank, the more he wouldn’t stop talking about it.”
“Oh fuck,” you sigh.
“Sure, I could’ve slit the walking void’s throat right then and there, but where’s the fun in that for me? So, after he passed out, I left him at the bar and set some...traps.”
“Lloyd-”
“Should’ve kept his fucking mouth shut. Anyway, when he woke up, he was locked up at headquarters, and was...punished for his “crimes”. To pour even more salt on the wound, I recorded myself fucking his fiancée and sent it from her phone, so when he finally got out it was the first thing he saw when he checked his phone.”
“LLOYD!”
“Should’ve kept his fucking mouth shut,” he repeats with a shrug. “Anyway, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together after that. He quit, Tina was around me and my office out of nowhere, then this shit happened. He’s not a slick as he thinks he is. His little bitch boys weren’t as smart as they thought they were. I fucked up because I didn’t think that anyone would be stupid enough to go after you and Travis, but I’m more than sure Andrew promised them something if they didn’t fuck up.”
“Why do you always have to add insult to injury? Why couldn’t you-”
“You’re mine, Hummingbird. Married or not, you are mine, just like I’m yours. He doesn’t get to talk about you like you’re some...I couldn’t just leave it alone. You know me well enough and long enough to know that was never an option.”
Why is it that simple words, from him, make your brain go stupid? Why is your heart always louder than your brain when it comes to Lloyd fucking Hansen?
He pulls you close and kisses you passionately and, for just a moment, everything feels as it should. Then, you remember the doctor in the other room and push him off. Yeah, you two already sex, but it doesn’t change the fact that, that issue still hasn’t been resolved.
You push him off of you and roll your eyes before storming out of the bathroom. The heavy sigh that leaves his mouth breaks your heart, but he’s the one who decided to bring her here.
“You’re mad at me,” Lloyd sighs once you two are finally in bed.
“I’m not mad-”
“You’re not happy with me, and I know it’s not because of Andrew.”
“At best, I’m annoyed,” you begrudgingly confess, “and don’t pretend you don’t know why.”
“I didn’t hire her to hurt you,” he starts. “Before I knew that you threatened everyone to keep working on me, she was one of the Doctors credited with saving my life. If she could save my ass with how fucked up I was, she should work on Travis if something happens. If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve been a dick about it.”
“I know, but it’s painfully obvious that you fucked her-”
“I only did it because I thought you hadn’t come to see me and I was pissed. She made advances towards me, I had no reason to say no, so I fucked her. It was just once and it didn’t mean anything, she doesn’t mean anything. I never returned any of her texts or phone calls.”
“It’s not like I have any right to be annoyed-”
“Don’t start that.”
“Lloyd, don’t. This doesn’t change the fact-”
“What if we compromise?”
“Compromise?” you ask, sitting up and facing him.
Since when is that word apart of his vocabulary?
“I’m not saying that I’m going to quit, BUT-” he quickly interjects when he catches your roll your eyes, “I spoke to Denny about it, and I can...I can do desk work. More suit and tie shit and no more field work,” he mutters.
“Lloyd-”
“You’ve gotta meet me halfway, Hummingbird. I’m trying.”
“Too much has happened-”
“It’s nothing that can’t be fixed or worked on! We’re both guilty, and I’m very obviously the more guilty party in all of this, but you pushed me away-”
“Because I wanted you to put Travis and I first!”
“What do you think I’m doing now?!”
“Not quitting!”
“Hummingbird, you love me just as much now as you did then, if not more. You never take that necklace off and instead of throwing your engagement ring out, or selling it, you added it to the chain. You know that my love for you has never stopped or changed, we both...we can fix this. I’m still the same man you fell in love with, made a little bit better because I had you in my life, and you’re just as perfect as you’ve always been. I know I’ve hurt you and I was a petty piece of shit, and I’m sorry, but it’s not gonna happen again. I want to do right by you and Travis and I can, but you have to have to meet me halfway. You’ve known me long enough to know that this is the closest I’m ever gonna get to a fucking desk job.”
“Why can’t you be a weapons specialist or run your own weapons store? Why do you have to-”
“Because it makes me happy, and you know how many few things actually do that. Yes, you and Travis make me happier than I ever thought I could be, but I’ve found my calling with my job and for as much as you hate it, I’m fucking good at it.”
“Lloyd-”
“Meet me halfway, Hummingbird. Please,” he begs softly.
This would be so much easier if you didn’t love him so much.
“I can’t just...I have to think about this, Lloyd. I mean really think about it,” you tell him softly.
“Hummingbird-”
“I’m not saying ‘no’, Lloyd. I’m saying I need to think about it. Yeah, we’re madly in love with each other, and we always will be, but it’s not like this relationship has always been healthy to begin with. I want to be with you, I know Travis wants us to be together, but I can’t just say yes to make you happy. I’ve done more than my fair share to make you happy, and I need to truly think about this. If we’re going to raise Travis together, we can’t be together like we were before. It won’t work.”
“You promise to truly think about it?”
“I do,” you smile at him.
Almost instantly, Lloyd is pulling you down and kissing you passionately.
“Lloyd, we need rest,” you giggle with a moan as he kisses down your body.
“We have enough time and energy for one more round, Hummingbird,” he mumbles against your skin before disappearing under the covers.
As Lloyd takes his time bringing you off with his tongue and fingers, you lay there (lost in pure euphoria) and wonder if you two really should give it a try? Is all of this, you and him, really worth trying?
One thing is for sure: you’re not against the idea of it.
**
“Lloyd, we don’t have time for trips! We finals coming up and-”
“You and I both know you’re gonna pass, so don’t give me some bullshit excuse about how you need to study, Hummingbird.”
“I wasn’t gonna say that I need to study, you need to study!”
“I’ll be fine-”
“Lloyd, we’ve been driving for 4 hours-”
“Which means we’re almost there! Will you stop worrying?”
“Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Lloyd-”
“You trust me?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Then just be happy,” he chuckled softly as he placed his hand on your upper thigh.
“Lloyd-”
“You wore my favorite dress.”
“I thought we were going to breakfast!”
“This early?”
“You never know with you. I showed up for a sunrise breakfast that I thought was a early morning run with you once, and I’ll never make that mistake again!”
“Yeah, but your ass looked great in those sweats,” he smirked and you playfully punched him in the arm. “Hummingbird?”
“Hmm?”
“Remember a couple of months ago when I kidnapped you from the library and we fucked under the stars?”
“Yeah,” you scoffed.
“You remember what I said?”
“About our future?”
“Yeah.”
“No matter what happens, you’ll always look out for your little Hummingbird and you’ll always love me. There’s never going to be anyone or anything more important to you, and that you’ll take care of me for as long as eternity allows.”
“Did you believe me?”
“I always believe you, Lloyd.”
“I love you, Hummingbird.”
“I love you too, Huckleberry.”
The rest of the trip didn’t take long, but you didn’t stop showering him with questions. However, by the time you two reached the destination, you couldn’t help but laugh at where he took you two to.
“Huckleberry Farms?!” you laughed.
“I figured it would be a good break for you, Hummingbird,” he smirked.
“But you-”
“You come first. You need a break, so I’m giving you one.”
There was no sense in arguing with him when he was like that. When Lloyd wanted to do something for you, he was dead set on doing it, no matter what. So, you just decided to let yourself enjoy the day and make the most of whatever he had to offer. Lloyd loved to spoil you, especially when he felt you were stressed out or too high strung.
However, it really was the best day.
He rented out the farm, had all your favorite breakfast foods made fresh, indulged in your silly desire to pick berries, gave you piggyback rides whenever you wanted them, and made sure to have whatever you were too shy to ask for packed up and sent back to your dorm.
It was like something out of a fairy-tale.
“Lloyd, we have to get back,” you giggled as placed kisses up and down your neck, as you two walked down one of the fields.
“You don’t want anymore berries?”
“Lloyd, I’m going to turn into a berry if you keep feeding them to me,” you laughed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the CIA thing. I promise to never lie or hold anything back from you again.”
“I’m still not happy about it,” you muttered as you looked up and stuck your tongue out at him.
“But you’re still here,” he laughed.
“Because I still love you. Even if you are the most insufferable asshole in the world.”
“One of my many charms,” he chuckled, “how strong do you think your love is for me?”
“Despite your need to be a complete asshole at times, I think my love is strong enough to handle it. I think the love I have for you is strong enough to survive anything in this life and the next. It’s strong enough to love you just as much on your good days as well as your bad days.”
“You really think so? Flaws and all?”
“Flaws and all, Hansen. There’s only you for me,” you smiled at him as he came to a standstill.
“That’s good, cause it makes my next question a lot easier to ask,” he said as he got down on one knee.
“Oh my God! Lloyd-”
“I know that I’m not the easiest one to love or get along with, and I know that I don’t make this easy, but I love you, Y/N. I think I’ve always been in love with you, I was just too arrogant and cocky to admit it before, but you were patient. You’re nicer than I deserved, more understanding than anyone I’ve ever met, extremely loyal, you’re fucking gorgeous as hell, you’re annoyingly smart, you have an extremely dark sense of humor, you...I can go on forever about why you’re so fucking perfect,” he chuckled and you giggled as you wiped away your tears. “I know I don’t make any of this easy, but I swear that I try my fucking hardest for you, and I will always try my hardest for you. So,” he started as he pulled the black velvet box out of his pocket, “will you marry me?”
He burst out laughing when you knocked him over with the hug you tackled him with. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately and you unintentionally ground yourself against him when you went to sit up.
“Ya know, we do have the farm to ourselves,” he smirked as burst out laughing.
“Lloyd!”
“Give that finger,” he laughed as he took your left hand and placed the engagement ring on your finger. “I love you, Hummingbird. Until the end of time.”
As you toy with your engagement ring, that sits on the chain right next to your hummingbird, your other hand brings your cigarette up to your lips and you take a drag from it. You can’t stop thinking about that day. It was the best day of your life, at the time, but it also feels like a lifetime ago. No, maybe you and Lloyd aren’t ever supposed to get back to that place, but how do you two get to a place that’s better? Especially, after everything that’s happened between the two of you.
“I thought you quit those damn things,” your Mother sighs as she makes her way out onto the back deck.
“Ya know, for as much as you hate Lloyd, you sure do sound like him a lot,” you mutter.
“I don’t hate him-”
“You don’t like him.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Stay out of it, Mama.”
“I’m guessing by that mark on your neck that you two are back together?” she questions as she takes a seat next to you.
“We’re gonna try and see if we can work things out.”
“After all of this?”
“Please-”
“Do you see how you’re living?! All that you’re going through?!”
“Mom-”
“And you were clearly okay with not telling your Father and I everything from the beginning-”
“I told you he works for the CIA!”
“You never told us that your life would be at risk! And now look! My grandson is upstairs fighting for his life and guards are watching the house! Do you know how that makes me feel?!”
Whatever patience you’re holding on to has just left the building.
“How you...how you feel?! He’s my son! I held him in my fucking arms while he bled out! I was the one trying to be strong while I had a dead babysitter in the kitchen, who’s only dead because she’d been mistaken for me, while I tried to calm my son down! I was alone! How do you feel?! How the fuck do you think I feel?! I already went through this shit with Lloyd, and now I have to go through it again with our son!? I’m so fucking tired of everyone preaching to me like they know the hell I’ve gone through! You don’t know a damn thing, so stay out of it!” you finish in a huff.
Your Mother is quiet before saying, “because I was out of line, that is the only time you will ever speak to me like that. Do you understand me?”
“I swear to Christ-”
“Y/N-”
“No, you don’t get to come here, criticize me or Lloyd, and then tell me I can’t speak to you in the manner in which you deserve! You don’t know all the hell that either of us have been through, or how hard Lloyd has been working to find the man responsible! So yes, when you come over and start talking shit, I will talk to you in the way which you deserve!”
“I’m just trying to protect you-”
“I DON’T NEED IT RIGHT NOW!” you shout at her. “I don’t need anyone else telling me how bad Lloyd is for me or how much better I deserve!”
After everything with Tina, the last thing you need is another fucking lecture.
“I’m not trying to upset you-”
“He’s waking up!” Lloyd says as he makes his way outside. “He started stirring in his sleep...he’s waking up,” he smiles with tears in his eyes.
You can’t even think. You just make your way inside and push past everyone in your way, before racing up the steps and almost bursting into Travis’ room.
“Mom?” he calls softly.
“Mommy’s here, baby,” you sob with a giant smile on your face as you make your way into the room.
“Are...are you okay? What happened?”
“You’re fine, so I’m fine. Don’t worry about what happened,” you sniff as you make your way over to his bedside, “all that matters is your safe now and everything is going to be okay,” you smile as you cup his face, kissing his forehead. “Your Dad is here and so am I, and we promise to keep you safe.”
“My body hurts,” he croaks, his voice still hoarse.
“We’re gonna get you back to yourself in no time. We have football practice starting soon,” Lloyd smiles, and you can see the tears welling in his eyes.
“Are you hungry? Is there anything you want? What can he have?” you ask the doctor, finally looking up to see that there’s a new doctor.
While the doctor is going over his dietary restrictions, for the time being, your Mother runs downstairs and you know she’s making him something to eat.
“When can he start physical therapy?” Lloyd asks as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed.
“We’ll see how he feels in a few days and that’ll help us figure out the best time to get started.”
“You’re gonna stay, right Dad?” Travis asks weakly, but hopeful.
“I’m not going anywhere. Your Mom and I are gonna be right here in this house every step of the way,” he smiles at him, but you can see the pain in his eyes.
The fact that Travis would have to question whether or not he would stay with him during a time like this breaks his heart, and he knows that he’s going to have to start making changes and making them soon.
Soon enough, your Mother comes back with a tray full of food that Travis can only some of, and Lloyd is texting Denny to tell him that Travis is awake, only for Denny to come running in a few moments later with good news of his own.
“Hey Lloyd Jr.,” Denny smiles towards Travis, a few of his own happy tears falling. “The sooner you get better, the sooner we can get you back to the shooting range.”
“The shooting...?! LLOYD!” you shout as Travis starts laughing softly.
“I’m joking,” Denny laughs and you flip him off. “I do need to speak to the both of you though.”
“Mom-”
“We’ll both be right outside the door, baby. I promise,” you smile at him before ushering both Lloyd and Denny out into the hallway. “Mom, listen to the doctor and stop trying to feed him,” you warn before closing the door behind you.
“He’s in the basement,” Denny tells the both you before you even have a chance to ask what’s going on.
“Is that fuck alive?” Lloyd practically growls and you say a silent prayer, BEGGING God that your Mother stays in Travis’ room.
Shes never seen him unhinged and the last thing you need is for this to be the first time she sees it.
“He’s alive. A bit beat up, the asshole put up a fight, but he’s alive. How do you wanna handle it?”
“Hummingbird, you go back in there with Travis and I’ll-”
“I want to go.”
“You don’t have to deal with this, Hummingbird. This is my mess. I did this.”
“That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me.”
Lloyd nods with a smirk before opening the door open a little and telling Travis, “we have to go down to the basement for a little bit, okay? Listen to your grandmother.”
“You said you’d stay-”
“We’re all gonna stay in the house, we just need to have a talk in the basement. Behave yourself and we’ll watch whatever movie you want when we come back up, okay?” Lloyd tells him in a stern voice.
Daddy indeed.
As the three of you start on your way down the stairs and to the cellar, you’re nothing but amazed by how quickly both of their demeanor’s change. It’s not lost on you that Lloyd is extremely good at what he does, God knows he has more than enough crazy to do it, but this is the first time you’ve seen it in real time. He’s not coming home and telling you about a shitty mission, or fucking you until you can’t talk to get over a mission: you’re actually watching him work. You don’t mind watching him work, because the people he’s killing now...well, they deserve it.
Maybe that’s how you’ve been able to stomach his job for all these years.
You constantly told yourself that he was doing what he did, because whoever he was hurting deserved it. You’re not some naive idiot that thinks that government is pure and true in all of its activities, and you’re not dumb enough to think Lloyd is some saint at heart, but you also know him well enough that he’s loyal. Yeah, he cheated on you, but he also didn’t lie to you about it. He would do anything Denny asks and Denny wouldn’t ask unless he really needed it.
If Lloyd is Doc Holliday, Denny is definitely Wyatt Earp.
When you all reach the cellar, Denny and Lloyd are quick to grab guns before continuing down to the end of the hall.
“You sure about this, Hummingbird?” Lloyd asks, his hand on the doorknob.
“I’m stronger than I look,” you nod towards him.
Lloyd chuckles before opening the door, and once again, his demeanor changes almost instantly.
“Well well, looks like we’ve caught the ugliest fly in our little trap. Hello, Andrew,” Lloyd chuckles with a sinister smile.
Okay, maybe you should have stayed upstairs.
“Brought your little bitch so you could show off?” the man sputters out, spitting out blood all over himself.
“Awh c’mon! Our little game of cat and mouse wasn’t fun for you? I had a blast!” Lloyd smiles while feigning innocence at the same time.
“Should’ve killed you when I had the chance!”
“I’m really loving the fake optimism,” he chuckles, “because you and I both know that’s bullshit. You never had a chance, because you were never good enough,” he almost whispers as he makes his way over to the man that’s tied up to the bloody metal chair. “You weren’t good enough to take that mission on your own, you weren’t good enough to keep your fiancée or satisfy her, and you weren’t good enough to kill me or my family. You’re no daisy at all, you’re a waste of fucking time and your Mother would’ve been better off swallowing you. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you’re just a botched abortion,” Lloyd laughs before back handing the shit out of him.
All Andrew does in response is spit at Lloyd and it makes you laugh, because that’s one of Lloyd’s softer insults.
“If you didn’t want to be friends anymore, that’s all you had to say,” Lloyd sighs before backhanding him again.
“I thought I made that pretty fucking clear when your kid got shot,” Andrew sputtered with a dark laugh.
Maybe you’ve been around Lloyd too long, but that statement alone is all it takes for you to snap. You push past a mercenary, grab Lloyd’s pistol, flip it easily enough and pistol whip the asshole in the chair.
“Ah, I see the draw of you, you’re a feisty little bitch,” he chuckles darkly, sadistic grin coming to his face.
He’s a tough ignorant piece of shit. You’ll give him that.
“You know,” you start as you backup slowly, “I was gonna be nice and let Lloyd just kill you. Not as a courtesy to you, but because I’ve experienced so much shit in the last few days and I’m tired. However, I’ve had a change of heart. I think you I want you to experience just some of the pain I’ve gone through these past few days,” you smile at him before ripping off his pants (which was easy enough because of all of the damn holes in them), then turning to Lloyd. “Where are the cables?”
“Right over there, Hummingbird,” he smirks, nodding towards the wall while not even attempting to hide the fact that he’s turned on by the new side of yourself that you’ve discovered.
“You think I don’t know Lloyd’s torture tactics? I’ve worked with him, you ignorant bitch!” Andrews calls, coughing up blood.
“I’ve never seen a single thing Lloyd does, so this is all from my head,” you giggle as you clamp one of the cables down on his barely covered cock (his boxers have clearly taken a beating also).
“FUCK!”
“Don’t tell me you’re getting sensitive on me! I haven’t even done anything yet,” you pout as you attach the other clamp to the upper part of his inner thigh.
“Stop! Stop, I’m sorry, okay?!” the man pleads desperately.
Either you’re crazier than Lloyd, or this guy really didn’t expect you to be this broken up about him trying to kill the two most important people in your life.
Dumbass.
“You’re sorry? That’s...I’m so happy you’re sorry,” you laugh maniacally as you grab the electric cable box and hook cable cords to it.
“God, she’s such a little Devil, isn’t she?” Lloyd muses with a smile.
“Gun please?” you ask politely as you hold out your hand, and Lloyd is all too happy to give it to you.
“Please-”
“Too late to be a little bitch about it now,” you chuckle softly as you shoot him in the kneecap. “You’ll soon come to find that Lloyd is the least of the problems,” you promise as you shoot the other, popping it like a bloody zit.
You attach the cables to the electric box and turn it up to 60.
“Now, I’ve never done this before,” you smile innocently, “so this is gonna be an experiment for the both of us.”
You press the little black button and a small smile comes to your face as painful and pitiful cries leave Andrew’s mouth.
Alright, you’re starting to understand why Lloyd loves his job so much.
“You tried to kill my son!” you all but growl after you release the button.
“I didn’t tell them-”
“There’s no use in coming up with an excuse now,” you shrug before pressing the button again.
“PLEASE! PL...PLEASE!” he cries out and you hear Lloyd chuckle behind you. “STOP!!”
“Does it hurt?” you ask as you turn up the wattage. “Does it feel terrible? I promise it doesn’t feel nearly as terrible as holding your child in your arms while he’s bleeding out.”
“I’M....PLEASE!”
“Just a little bit longer,” you promise, still holding the button down giving Lloyd back his gun.
“Ll-Lloyd! MA...MAKE HER-”
“She’s the one running show,” he laughs not hiding any of the pleasure he finds in all of this.
“Before you die, I just want you to know the ounce of the pain I felt and that I’ve been feeling since all of this shit happened. Burn in hell you piece of shit,” you spit before finally letting go of the button.
“Please-”
“Finish him,” is all you tell Lloyd before dropping the little box.
“Lloyd-”
“Goodnight, Dewdrop,” Lloyd smiles.
Once again, you don’t even flinch when you hear the gun go off. You just stand there and look at the lifeless mess in front of you. In that moment, it hits you. You finally understand how Lloyd feels and why he does what he does. No, it’s not perfect or ideal, but it helps a lot with all of the issues and anger that everyone tends to hide away. Of course, your anger was only concerning Travis and Lloyd, but you’re now able to understand how Lloyd’s line speaks to him.
Every bit of anger, understandable or not, was released in the work that he did. The shootings, the torture, the belittling, the self assured attitude...you understand it. Lloyd has always been unhinged, that’s never been lost on anyone, and this job is the only thing that keeps him from going off the rails completely.
No, you don’t want to take that away from him, but you also can’t keep living like this.
“Take him out and get rid of him,” Lloyd demands and it pulls you out of your thoughts. “You and I are gonna have a little talk later,” he whispers seductively before turning his attention to Denny. “Is this finished?”
“It’s done.”
“Good, we’re gonna get back upstairs to our son. He’ll be asking for you soon enough, so whatever work you have to do...”
“I’ll be up soon,” Denny smiles softly before addressing everyone else. “Clean this room out. I don’t want any traces of what happened these past few days. No residue; make what happened disappear. Disobey and there will be consequences.”
How the fuck are they able to fix their emotions so fast? You’re still ready to burn everything down.
Lloyd can sense your anxiety and grabs your hand, leading you out of the room before saying, “tonight, Hummingbird. I’ll take care of you and make all of this better.”
You both spend the rest of the day with Travis, Denny, and both sets of your parents (you try to get them to limit their time but neither are having it). Travis drifts in and out of sleep, which the doctor explains is to be expected. He’s stable and in good condition, but he’s been through a lot of trauma. The doctor also says that he’s gonna have a rough road to recovery. However, overall, things are looking up and you feel confident.
For the first time in a while, you feel like you can breathe again.
“We’re gonna be right across the hall, Honey,” you promise Travis as he grips your hand.
“What if-”
“I’ll never let anything like this happen to you again,” Lloyd promises him.
Usually, Lloyd hates when Travis gets emotionally and starts crying (it’s something you two have argued about in the past), but you’re more than happy to see that he understands that is a fair response to everything that happens. Yes, you know that Lloyd is a more than capable parent, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a dick most of the time.
“Mom?”
“I’ll be right across the hall with your Father, I promise. I’ll check on you before I go to bed.”
“We both will,” Lloyd assures him.
Travis doesn’t say anything, he just nods and you both make your way over to him and kiss him on the forehead.
“We love you so much,” you smile at him, giving his hand a soft squeeze.
“I love you...love you both,” he yawns as he quickly succumbs to sleep.
Both you and Lloyd quickly and quietly make your way out, and let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“He’s okay, Hummingbird. He’s going to be okay,” Lloyd tells you softly, kissing the top of your head as he takes your hand in his. “I want someone outside this door at all times. I don’t give a fuck if you have to take a shit, you don’t leave this spot until someone is here to take your place. Do you understand me?” he instructs one of the mercenaries.
“Yes sir.”
“If you fuck this up, Andrew will have gone through a walk in the park compared to what I’ll do to you.”
The mercenary gulped and Lloyd smiles in satisfaction.
“Good boy.”
You’re all set to go into the room that has been set up for you, but Lloyd’s grip on your hand tightens, and he’s pulling you into his room. It’s not lost on you that you can say no, but once again, you don’t want to.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you breathe, backing up until your back is against the wall.
“Like what?” he asks, kicking the door closed.
“Like I’m your prey.”
“Hummingbird, you’re my entire world,” he coos as he makes his way over to you.
“Lloyd, we can’t keep doing this. We haven’t...don’t,” you moan as he grips your neck and starts to caress it with his tongue.
“If you really want me to stop, I will,” he promises before pressing soft kisses up and down your neck. “If you don’t want me to ever touch you again, I won’t.”
“Lloyd,” you sigh with a moan, running your hands through his hair.
“I love you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of this, but please,” he begs as he gets on his knees, unbuttoning your jeans, “please just think about taking me back.”
“Lloyd-”
“Think about it while I make you feel better,” he pleads before licking your clit.
At the end of the day, there’s nothing you won’t do for Lloyd, and taking him back...well, it can’t be too bad, can it? If there’s a way for you two to work it out, isn’t it worth giving it a shot? You both are still deeply and madly in love with each other, and you both-
“Shit!” you moan as quietly as you can as he curls the two fingers he has inside of you, grinding your pussy against his face a little.
All you’re doing is encouraging to pick up his pace, because Lloyd’s most favorite thing in the world is bringing you off.
“Pl...please,” you beg pathetically, gripping his hair tighter than you mean to, as you grab at nothing.
You force your gaze on him, and see that his gaze on you is both soft and intense. You don’t need him to vocalize that he’s begging for you. He needs you just as much (if not more) as you need him.
“I’m yours,” you whimper softly, “I’m yours !”
He pulls on your clit with his lips and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge. He takes his time cleaning you up, never breaking the gaze, before starting to kiss his way slowly up your body. The touch of his fingers are teasingly soft against your skin, and it makes you ache for him even more. The ghost of his lips on your collar bone make you whine in protest, and you hear him chuckle softly as he pulls on your black tank top, pulling just enough to expose your tits as he maneuvers the both of you to the bed.
“Baby!”
“Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! Never gonna be without you again, Hummingbird,” he husk, getting you on the bed and on your back, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking on it like he hasn’t had you time and time again over the last few days.
“I need you! Please!”
“Gotta keep quiet, Hummingbird,” he chuckles after releasing your nipple with a ‘pop’, while you undo his pants. “So fucking desperate!”
“I need you inside me, baby! I always fucking need you!” you confess with a sob.
“I love you so fucking much,” he groans as he thrusts himself inside of you.
“FUCK!”
“Always such a warm fucking welcome, Hummingbird!”
“I want you...want you to show me...how much you love me,” you whimper, grinding your hips against his.
“I’ll take all night just to make sure you get the point,” he promises before pinning your hands above your head, “so, hang on tight.”
You both do your best to keep quiet, but it’s hard not scream out in pleasure every time Lloyd brings you off. It feels like the first time you two made love all over again. No, not the drunken chaos that was you two hooking up at the frat party, but the time after that.
“Lloyd,” you moan as he grips your hip tight, before he caresses then hooks it over his waist.
“I could listen to my name leave your mouth all fucking day,” he grunts as he fucks into you harder and faster. “I love you so fucking much! God, the greediest little fucking cunt!”
“I never...never wanna be without you again,” you confess softly as as your orgasm builds. “So...so full! Lloyd!”
“Do you need it, Hummingbird? Do you need it as bad as I do?”
“Fuck...yes! Yes please!” you sob as you dig your nails into his back, the feel of his breath on your neck pushing you even closer to your release. “Feels so good...having you...having you like this! All mine!”
“Forever!”
“Shit!” you cry out softly as as you squirt your release all on his cock and the bed.
“Such a good girl,” he husks as he shoots his load into you, coating your walls with his release.
There’s no use in fighting it anymore. There’s no use in telling him no.
“Lloyd,” you breathe as you come down from your high, trying to silence all the voices in your head telling you not to say what you’ve been thinking all day. “I’m not...I don’t know if we can ever be together again-”
“Hummingbird-”
“I’m not gonna lie to you and tell you something you want to hear just because we’ve had amazing sex these last few days. However,” you quickly continue before he has a chance to interject, “I’m not against trying.”
“Wait...what?”
“I love you and you love me. It’s not perfect, it’s messy, and there’s a lot to work on, but it’s worth working on. We’re worth working on.”
“Hummingbird, don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
“I’m not promising you anything other than me trying. We’ll do our best and see how it works out. I want to make this work, Lloyd. I miss you and...I miss us. I wanna try again,” you confess reluctantly.
“Say it again,” he demands as he starts to move within you.
“I wanna try again,” you giggle with a moan, wrapping your arms around him again.
“Say it again,” he begs desperately.
“I wanna try again!”
“And to think, I was gonna give you the option of sleeping in the other room tonight,” he smirks and you burst out laughing.
You and Lloyd keep each other up for hours, repeatedly telling one another how much you love each other and how you’re both determined to make it work. When you both finally bow out, you letting Lloyd hold you close because it’s the only way you’ll feel like you’re home, you think about all you’ve told him in the last few days.
No, it’s not exactly what he wants to hear, but it’s honest and that’s what he wants more than anything. You’re not giving him false hope, and you’re also not giving him no hope.
You’re giving him just enough to go on.
As you rest your head on his chest, feeling safe and loved in his tight hold on you, you fall asleep praying that things can finally go how you’ve always wanted them to.
Hoping and praying that you and Lloyd have finally gone through enough shit to finally get it right.
**
1 Year Later
“Mom! Dad! Keep up!” Travis calls as he runs towards Cinderella’s castle.
“Why the fuck did we bring him to Disney?” Lloyd growls under his breath as giggle quietly.
“Because he almost died and now he gets everything he wants. Plus, it’s his birthday,” you smile at Lloyd before turning your attention towards your son, “we’re right behind you, sweetie!”
“Where the hell is Uncle Denny?!”
“TRAVIS!” you shout as Lloyd starts laughing.
You’re truly going to choke him out.
“Where is Uncle Denny?” Travis scowls as he rolls his eyes.
“Right here,” Denny chuckles as he throws out the cup that contained his drink.
Since the shooting, a lot has changed. Lloyd made good on his work and has stuck to desk work, only doing physical work when he absolutely has to, he’s been around for Travis and all of the activities he participates in, Denny comes around more (at Travis’ request), and you and Lloyd purchased a home together.
Much to your parent’s dismay.
“So you’re just gonna take him back? After everything?” your Mother questioned, standing in her kitchen with her arms folded across her chest.
“Please, I don’t need it.”
“You need to listen to your Mom, she’s just looking out for you,” your Father sighed before he took a sip of his whiskey.
“Yeah, I know, okay? If there’s anyone who knows, it’s me. I’m the one that fell in love with him, I’m the one who married him, had his kid, argued with him, cried over him, divorced him...it was all me! I don’t need anyone telling me how terrible he can be!”
“Yet, you’re going to get back with him?!” your Mother shouted.
“We’re not back together, it’s just for convenience. Travis feels safer this way-”
“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, babygirl,” your Mother scoffed as she threw her cooking rag down.
“Can we not argue about this? I’m really not in the mood.”
“Y/N-”
“You never liked him anyway!”
“Him? His parents? How can you like him?! Let alone love him?!”
“He’s not as terrible as you think!”
“Didn’t slam you against a wall and choke you when Travis-”
“He didn’t hurt me! He never would!”
“Y/N, you’re not safe with-”
“Travis and I are safer with him than anyone else! Jesus, I’m not a child! I don’t need you both to agree with everything I do, I’m just trying to make you aware-”
“Did you know that they’re still people watching our house? Watching where we go?!”
“He’s just trying to keep you both safe-”
“Safe from what?!”
“FROM WHATEVER ENEMIES HE MAY HAVE!” you yelled, tired of the constant back and forth with them.
“Y/N,” your Father sighed, clearly tired and fed up, “if you’re going to be with Lloyd, we obviously can’t stop you. We’re both very aware of how much you love him, and you’ve always been too stubborn to listen. Just make sure that the life you have with him, is the life you really want. Yes, love is a hell of a drug, but don’t get too addicted to it. Don’t get too addicted to him,” he warned.
It’s not like you don’t know that they both were making valid points. Yes, Lloyd lives a dangerous life, and he’s 100% certifiable, but you also know that he’d do any and everything to keep you and Travis safe. From the moment Lloyd stepped foot into your life, he has become the center of your universe. All you ever wanted was a full and happy life with Lloyd, and unfortunately, that’s never going to change.
“Stop it,” you giggled as Lloyd hoisted you onto the counter, quickly ripping your panties off. “Travis is sleeping!”
“So be quiet,” Lloyd smirked as he got on his knees.
“Lloyd-”
“Do you like the furniture, Hummingbird?”
“Yes daddy,” you moaned as he easily and skillfully pulled down your panties.
“Is there anything you want that we don’t have, baby?” he asked as he massaged your clit with two fingers.
“No...Huckleberry!”
“Is there anything you need?”
“Only you, daddy. Only ever need you,” you sighed as he started to fuck you with his fingers.
Yes, you two had many sweet and romantic, you two never stopped being sluts for one another, but that doesn’t mean the arguments ever calmed down.
“I have done everything you’ve asked of me, Hummingbird!”
“You could just fucking quit!”
“We agreed to desk work-”
“Lloyd, stop it! Stop acting like I’m being unreasonable! It’s not safe-”
“Hummingbird, you promised me you’d try-”
“I have!”
“Its only been 4 months! Its been 4 months and you’ve been complaining since day one!”
“Lloyd-”
“I need you to meet me half way on this!”
“AND I NEED YOU TO QUIT!” you screamed before you stormed out.
“Y/N,” he growled as he followed after you, “stop being a fucking brat!”
“I’m being...then how about I just fucking leave?!”
“Stop it!” he demanded as grabbed your wrist. “You fucking told me you’d try, so you need to at least fucking try!”
“Let me go!”
“I will when you start behaving!”
“Behaving?! I’m not a child!’
“Then stop acting like one!”
“Lloyd, let me go or I swear to God-”
“What will you do, Hummingbird?! Hmm? Cause you’re not fucking leaving me!” he shouted as he slammed you against the wall.
“Stop it!”
“You have to fucking try! Stop threatening to leave every time something doesn’t go your fucking way! Stop trying to bully into doing whatever the fuck you want!” he demanded hotly as he undid your jeans.
“Lloyd-”
“You don’t want to leave, you want to get your way, and daddy’s told you about being a spoiled little brat, hasn’t he?” he husked as he forced your pants down, before he slid his hand down your panties.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you moaned before slapping him.
“Don’t be a little bitch, Humming!” he growled as he started fucking you with his fingers.
“Fuck!”
“You need daddy to be rough with you, is that it? It’s been so long since I’ve treated you like my own little fuck toy, I forget just how much fucking need it!”
“Lloyd-”
“What’s my fucking name?!” he snapped before slapping you with his other hand, while fucking you faster with his fingers.
“Fuck!”
“You better not fucking cum until I say so! Now what’s my fucking name?”
“DADDY!”
“Good girl,” he chuckled as he removed his fingers.
“DADDY!”
“I’m gonna spend all night reminding you who is in charge. Lucky for us, Travis is spending the night with his grandparents, so feel free to be as loud as you want, Hummingbird,” he smirked as he shoved his fingers into your mouth. “I think we’ll start with you sucking me off until I’m satisfied and we’ll work our way up from there. Sound good, Hummingbird?”
It’s not surprising that sex is what always brings you both back down to earth, instead of yelling and throwing things, because the whole thing started because of a college hookup. No, it’s not necessarily healthy, but it helps get you two to someplace. Plus, you’ll never turn down sex Lloyd. That’s just as a good as it is bad as far as you’re concerned.
No, it’s not always a walk in the park, but you and Lloyd do your best to make it work. Lloyd holds his tongue when you do or say something he doesn’t like, he tries his best to not take charge of everything, and he finally fucking listens to you. What makes you happy, what makes you anxious, what your fears and doubts are, and what want for the both of you.
In return, you try your best to to control your temper. You don’t yell when he stays late, you don’t go silent when he has to do physical work, you don’t shut him out when he makes you upset, and you don’t resort to petty activity when he pisses you off. You both make an active effort to be better than you two were before because, after staying up for hours and talking about it, you both know that you two won’t last long and it’ll make Travis’ life harder.
It hasn’t been the easiest year, but its been worth it.
“Are you happy?” Lloyd asks as Travis drags Denny off in the direction of the ride.
“Yeah, I think I’m pretty happy,” you chuckle softly. “It’s not always easy, but it’s much better than it was before.”
“Yeah, Hummingbird? You feel like you can tough it out?”
“I don’t see why not,” you smile at up at him. “We’re better than we were before, we’re happier, we’ve grown and learned more about ourselves and each other...I think we needed some time apart to get to a good place.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Lloyd. So much more than you’ll ever know.”
“Yeah? Then you wanna do me a favor?” he smirks as he gets down on one knee.
“Huckleberry...”
“You have been the center of my universe since I first laid eyes on you, and I knew that you were the one for me. It hasn’t been easy, and we’ve both made mistakes along the way, but we’re still standing. Yeah, this relationship isn’t always a daisy, but it’s no thorn either. I have never felt this way about anyone, and I’m sure I never will again. I want inch of you, every day, for the rest of my life. The good and the bad, the ups and downs, the happy and the miserable. So, I’m hoping that you’ll do me the honor of marrying me...again,” he chuckles as you dry your eyes.
“I’ll marry you over and over, again and again, every day for the rest of this life and the next,” you laugh as he places a new hummingbird ring on your finger.
It’s amazing how quickly everything goes from wrong to right in your world.
“HANSEN!” a man yells as he goes to pull out his gun.
Lloyd is quicker, pulling you down and covering you, before pulling his own gun out and firing off two shots.
You would be in love with someone who gets into a fucking gunfight at Disney.
It takes a moment, all the screaming and running only add to your anxiety, but Lloyd’s hold on you is tight enough that you know he’s okay. You look over and see Denny covering Travis, and let out a breath of relief.
“Are you-”
“I want you out of this, Lloyd. If we’re going to be together and be a real family, I want out of this for good.”
The look in Lloyd’s eyes lets you know that he’s truly on the fence about what choice to make. Does he leave the life that makes him and try something to keep you and Travis safe and happy, or does he walk away from you and all hes ever wanted?
For once in his life, you can truly see that Lloyd doesn’t know what the hell to do, and you don’t know if you’re scared for him or yourself.
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Rose Tyler Character Analysis
Ah so Rose Tyler.
Rose " you like my gun?" Tyler who arguably, is one of the most important characters of the RTD era. A character so influential, that the narrative takes the time to mourn her absence and was single handedly responsible for bringing the series back from the dead.
She's so controversial. You either really love her or hate her, and I think that in itself is a testament to how well she is written. Because she left an impact, and that's not an easy thing to do in a series that has been around for so long
With that in mind though, I find that she is also the character that most people tend to misinterpret a lot. Often framing her in a bad light, rather than with the nuance required to understand her.
That being said I'm about to analyze the shit out of her character as well as some of her main relationships so if you love her, great I do too! Let's be friends! And if you don't, that's a shame but hopefully the way I interpret her journey will help you better understand why others do:)
I must stress that this is my interpretation but feel free to let me know if you saw a scene differently than me! Love reading alternate interpretations, me
Rose Marion Tyler is introduced to us in the first season of Nuwho as an ordinary girl. She has a job, a boyfriend, and a mother but from the way we are introduced to these facets of her life, we get the impression that she isn't necessarily someone that seeks to have anything more. She fits right in with said life and from an outside perspective, one can even argue that she seems content with it.
However it's in the moment where we see her come face to face with the impossible, that we really see who she is as a person.
When confronted with a group of living mannequins that slowly creep towards her , alone I must add, her reaction is one that is quite strange. Here she is, looking to fulfill a task in a completely dodgy and empty area below her workplace and when she sees something odd, she doesn't show fear. She doesn't scream, no on the contrary, she begins to try to rationalize what is happening in a manner that makes sense to her. Never one to assume danger, even when it is painfully obvious that there might be something strange happening.
That is when she meets the Doctor. A man unfamiliar and strange that saves her life right before she too succumbs to the threat. Thus, treating us to our first glimpse into the dynamic between our two leads.
She is visibly put off. Perhaps a little afraid but she asserts that the incident was nothing more than a prank. Something harmless and silly, even though it is quite obvious to us that that is not the case. It's this manner of viewing the incident that catches his attention however.
"Very clever, nice trick. Who are they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?"
"Why would they be students?"
"I don't know!"
"Well you said it, why students?"
"Cause to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they got to be students"
I find this interaction so interesting because it says a lot about her perspective. She doesn't assume the mob meant any harm. In fact, she goes out of her way to make up an even more incredulous scenario to justify their innocence, even when it is obvious that that is not the case.
It shows nativity, but there's an underlying level of optimism there as well.
It is here where she finds out that Wilson is dead, and we see her react with concern. But notice, she doesn't assume he had anything to do with it.
Rather it's his tone that rubs her the wrong way, and she confronts the Doctor. Chastising him about joking about something so awful and even when he interrupts, she doesn't stop her pursuit for an explanation.
She is on the move right behind him, asking more questions that only seem to have more confusing answers. Following in spite of how absolutely bat shit his explanations are.
In this brief interaction, we see some of the most crucial aspects of her character. Her bravery, curiosity, and stubborn nature that allow her to remain by his side, long enough that he has to physically stop her and tell her to go home.
It is this blatant show of her character that prompts him to ask for her name.
Because here she is, confronted with the impossible yet she doesn't just stand to the side in shock. No, instead she chooses to engage with the Doctor. Trying to find a reason for what is happening, or in other words, a solution even if it's at the expense of her own well-being.
It's when we see her recovering at home, that the initial veil of an ordinary and perfect life is uncovered. Jackie is too busy on the phone to really offer any emotional support to her daughter. Gossiping on the phone about the incident, and in the minute a break presents itself, she uses that time to criticize her for not taking advantage of the situation.
I must stress that this interaction isn't included to say that Jackie is a horrible mother, quite the opposite, but she is human. RTD goes to show you that no one is perfect. That even the most well intended individual is flawed, and that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. This is important to keep in mind when analyzing the relationships between the characters.
Even though Jackie doesn't show her support through words, she still takes the time to give her tea as she is sitting. She is doing the best she can under the circumstances in which she's in. She's conscious that their financial situation isn't ideal, and so by telling her that she should have asked for compensation, this is not to show that she is greedy, but rather it's her way of showing that she cares. That at the very least, her daughter can secure herself some money for experiencing the traumatic incident.
It shows that she's a realist, someone who views the world through a cynical lens and prioritizes survival above all else.
Similarly we meet Mickey, and he is a bit more emotional to an exaggerated degree. Showing physically that he cares with a hug and going out of his way to fuss and dote over her, but this overblown affection seems to make her uncomfortable. As if to show that she doesn't like being the center of attention, and that they are making her feel helpless at the expense of their concern.
Understanding her need for a distraction, he offers to take her to the pub but it's not long before she catches on to his true intentions. Granted he does appear to be genuine in his goal, but it's not an activity she would enjoy and so she tells him to just go alone.
Now similar to the previous point I made about the characters being flawed, that applies here too. The relationship she has with Mickey is not perfect. Mickey is trying to play the role of a perfect boyfriend. He is showering her in love and support, but we quickly see that his motivations are not completely selfless. That really that overblown affection he is showing at the moment, is an act. We see this happen again later when he tries to put on this front that he's her protector in front of Clive, but she shuts that down too. Not because she doesn't love him or appreciate the concern, but because it's not him, and this front he puts on sometimes results in him ignoring what she actually needs.
He assumes he knows what's best for her without taking into account that she might not agree. It's only when he shows that playful nature we saw earlier in the intro that Rose seems responsive to him. As if to show that it's when he's acting like himself, that she appreciates his company. Because what she needs at the moment is not for them to dictate what she should do, she just needs them to respect her decision to move on.
When he leaves, we finally see that the comfort she derives from him is really from the friendly banter they have. At the core of their relationship, is a friendship.
I find that way too many people tend to assume that everything Mickey does comes from a place of ill intent, and that is just not true. He's a person, and he too has his own motivations and emotions that may not always align with those around him. That doesn't make him a bad partner, just a flawed one.
When she wakes up, we see that yet again, she is subjected to more fussing from her mother but it is in this interaction that something interesting about Jackie is revealed.
Jackie claims that her prior job at the mall was giving her "airs and graces" and this is something she tends to bring up later too, when she feels herself becoming more distant from her daughter.
This is a reflection of Jackie's own insecurities, not Rose's actual attitude.
Whenever she sees Rose find a piece of the world to call her own, she tends to put it down. Not because she hates seeing her succeed, but because she fears that once she finds something better she'll leave her behind. That she will have to experience loss once more, at the expense of her daughter rather than her husband all that long ago.
Now this is an assumption that on her part, I'd argue, is a bit unfair given that Rose doesn't ever really show to resent where she comes from. (in Tooth and Claw, she is even named "Dame Rose of the Powell Estate". Which shows that she is not really one to shy away from her background) Nor does she believe herself to be better than anyone, but Jackie uses it often because she knows it elicits a reaction out of her. She's grown so used to having her around, that now she can't fathom living without her and resorts to hurting her as a means of keeping her close.
It's an attachment to her daughter that at times, can prove to be stunting to Rose's development but ties back to the long lasting grief she feels at losing Pete. Again this is not an intentional thing she does, but it is a flaw that exists and shows up when they butt heads.
(I stress this point because I've noticed that this Era of Doctor who in particular has many instances where characters declare something, only for it to be a false conclusion. It's vital that one considers not only the words, but the actions of said characters. To read into their words, rather than to take it a face value. I will be doing a lot of that here, case in point)
Rose often has to put up boundaries with Jackie. Not because she doesn't love her, but because the extent of her love and attachment can be overbearing to the point that it interferes with her life. They have survived so long by functioning as a unit, but now it's time for Rose to prioritize her own feelings and that in turn scares Jackie.
I must stress that Rose is still so young, only 19. For her to have the maturity to know how to handle her mother as well as handle the household (we see her fussing over the cat flap, demonstrating that she is constantly aware of the circumstances they live in) shows that she had to grow up fast. Being constantly aware of adult concepts such as finances and the death of a parent from a young age, tends to do that to a kid.
Now skip ahead to when nine stumbles upon her home, and she manhandles him inside lol. She takes control of the situation, offers him a cup of tea and asks him to accompany her to the police station so that they can both handle the situation.
I must stress, once again, that she has no reason to assume he's a good person. For all she knows, he could have purposefully caused the explosion to kill them all. But no, she assumes that he was just a victim like herself and aims to bring closure to the incident.
Rose is someone that assumes the best in people. We see this time and time again with how she interacts with those around her. When she is talking about the body that was found, she assumes it's Wilson and talks about how sorry she is that it happened to him and that he was a nice bloke (even though her face tells the opposite lol).
She is kind. It's in her nature to care for and care about others. It's because of this that she is able to get through to the Doctor when he tries to leave again.
So she insists that he tell her what's going on, and continues to pursue him while making conversation. At one point he asks if she believes him and she admits that she doesn't, but nonetheless she continues listening.
A kind act she then does for Clive, which suggests that the reason why she stays is because she recognizes that everyone wants to be heard. That to be acknowledged, means to finally feel validated. Something that seems to be absent from her life, given how often both Mickey and Jackie tend to dominate conversations regarding her decisions.
She gives him the space to joke around, to add levity to the discussion but the moment he confesses that he is alone she stops it.
Because she is concerned now. He, a complete stranger yet she offers him the patience to go at his own pace. All while, she is firm in her pursuit for an answer but not at the expense of upsetting him.
This is why they work.
She has the emotional intelligence that he lacks. She challenges him by offering a perspective that completely goes against his own. And when he's being insensitive or too focused on the big picture of things, she is able to put him in his place. Reel him back in and set him straight again.
(I did a more in depth analysis on the 9th doctor here if you're interested!)
It isn't until after she leaves Clive that we see her actually start to reconsider the direction that her life is going in. Because now more than ever, she realizes just how narrow her perception of the world really is. How insignificant her life is, in the grand scope of the universe.
She reminisces, talking about how she could go back to school now that she has the extra time to spend. Another decision, mind, that was done on behalf of someone else and she is starting to regret.
She asks for Mickey's opinion but him not actually being him, isn't able to give his input and changes the subject.
"I'm sorry, was I talking about me for a second?"
Her offense is something that stands out to me, however.
Based on prior interactions, one can come to the conclusion that Rose is not as open as she appears to be at first glance. When Mickey attempted to appease her by offering her the space to talk about the explosion, she shut him down and later on refused to include him in her meeting with Clive. She even went as far as to lie about her prior involvement with the Doctor to her mother. Which in turn suggests that it's not often that she has aspects of her life that are solely hers and so, when she finds something, she keeps it to herself.
This could be due to a number of reasons, but I suspect it is because of the company she keeps around.
Her mother criticizes her job and asks her to change it, and Mickey dissuades her decision to go looking for Clive. She keeps things close to her chest because she's aware that the people in her life won't often support them.
Then the Doctor interrupts, and Mickey is revealed to be a clone. Panic arises but her being the selfless person she is, presses the fire alarm as a means of ensuring that more people won't get hurt. This also shows one of her biggest strengths as a character, she is incredibly clever. Even though she dropped out of school at a young age, she has a knack for finding solutions with very little resources. She's sharp and has a level headed approach that makes her perfect for a crisis.
It also shows that she has a habit of putting others before herself, because before Mickey even attacked, she was already standing next to the button.
Her compassion, bravery, and quick thinking are what ultimately drive her to save the Doctor's life. Because I'm spite of being in trouble himself, he pleads that she save herself at the price of his own life. Proving to her, that he is not responsible for the death follows him. And in turn she realizes that the life she is living is truly stunting her, because it's her putting faith into her own capabilities that allows her to save him.
That she, just like the Doctor, is capable of doing something beyond what she thought was out of her reach.
That she is free to live a life not constrained by the ordinary.
Now I'll skip ahead to the big decision; the one that seals her fate as his companion and a decision I often see people misunderstand. The decision to stay with the Doctor is not one that comes easily. Her initial rejection of his request is one that displays her hesitance.
Note that it is not because she doesn't want to, that much is evident from the way she's gazing longingly at the Tardis. But because Mickey's pleading is getting to her. He is latching onto her, metaphorically and literally; not taking the time to consider how she might feel about the opportunity.
He does not trust that she knows what's best, which is made evident in the way he often doubts her.
Up until now Rose has been someone that puts everyone above herself when it comes to making decisions. She has to consider their feelings, to the point that she feels the need to hide things from them.
Her mother.
Mickey.
And now she's going to let them snub out that little spark she just discovered she has.
It's because of this that she thanks Mickey before she leaves. Because it's his helplessness that helps her realize how fit for a life of thrills she is. While he was cowering, she in turn was thriving in the danger.
Him doing nothing but clinging to her, made her realize that she is capable of doing so much more than what she could do at his side. That she has the potential to save many lives and make a difference in the world.
So she leaves.
She is not angry at him when she does, quite the opposite, it's him being true to himself in a crisis that puts things into perspective.
The next episode makes her confront the reality of the path she has chosen.
He takes her to the end of the world and she realizes that her role is not to stop the inevitable. The Doctor is not someone that is responsible for preventing bad things from occurring, no, he is a witness to them just like she is.
This confession comes with the loaded realization that not every adventure will end happily. That death is not something that can be avoided and that the Doctor is not a hero. This shows her naivety, and through this adventure, she begins to lose some of it.
She freaks out at seeing the "relics" of the human race. All things she is familiar with, yet, it comes with the startling realization that everyone is dead.
That she is the last of her kind alive.
So she runs.
In spite of it all being such a shock to her, however, she still has the ability to reach out to someone. Finding comfort in talking to an alien by the name of Rufalo, and asking for her name and background. Extending kindness to someone that she doesn't have to, because it in turn brings her happiness. It shows she is someone that cares for others, regardless of what they look like. That at her core, she is kind and considerate.
One of my favorite scenes that perfectly demonstrates this point is an underrated scene where she talks to a plant. She previously observed that one of the aliens that initially greeted her is a tree descendant that gifts her a piece of her grandfather, and she addresses it shyly.
"Hello, my name's Rose, that's a sort of plant. We might be related..I'm talking to a twig."
It's played for laughs but it demonstrates that her ability to want to understand others comes from a place of wanting to relate to them. She talks to the tree with respect and views it as an equal before realizing that it's just that, a twig.
When the Doctor finds her and begins to appease her by making jokes at the expense of the aliens, she once again surprises him with her reaction.
She gets offended.
All on behalf of the deep south aliens that cannot defend themselves in the current moment from his scrutiny, because she is able to humanize them. To see them as people, in spite of the obvious differences they may have.
This suggests that Rose's first instinct when out of her element, is to try to understand and sympathize.
That way of being, is what causes her to turn her questions on him.
Why he is so quick to judge others.
Why he is able to maintain that sense of levity as he sees the world burn.
And why he seems so touchy about his background.
Something that I wish to add, because we have an instance of this happening in this episode, is that her need to understand others might be rooted in the perception others seem to have of her. People tend to diminish her value because of how she looks. In this episode, Jabe, the tree lady presumes that Rose is the doctor's concubine or even a prostitute. This is why she gets offended and tells them both off.
(This happens a lot more than I realized on my first watch, and a lot of people write it off as her being jealous when that's not the case. That isn’t to say that she doesn’t display some jealousy at times, but it genuinely does not occur as often as people claim it does)
This is also why Cassandra gets under her skin so much. Because she presumes that Rose is inferior and looks down on others but that alone is not enough to justify her being killed. She makes that clear when she pleads for the Doctor to save her.
We also get some insight on why her dad's death left such an impact on her. It's brief but while watching the earth melt away, she says this:
"it's gone, we're too busy saving ourselves no one saw it go. All those years, all that history and nobody was even looking."
Even though she didn't know him personally, the fact that he died alone is something that deeply troubles her. To anyone else he was just a man, yet to her and her mother he was a father, someone that was meant to be a part of her life. He should have had someone there, just like how the earth deserved to be remembered in its final moments by those who personally lived in it. To die without anyone you care for acknowledging your importance must be haunting.
The reason why she stays with the Doctor is for the same reason why the tragedy of her father's death deeply affected her, she doesn't want him to be alone. Loneliness can be so terrible. Had it not been for the Doctor being with her, she would have felt overwhelmed by the weight of the world's end. It's having him there that made the pain bearable. She understands this, and so, she takes it upon herself to be the person he has to look his way. To be the hand he has to hold when everything becomes too much.
But the question remains, to what extents is she willing to go to ensure that he will be okay?
Gradually we see Rose become more confident in her ability to command and reason. She no longer hesitates to step in and offer her perspective, all while she continues to extend her kindness to others. This at times, clashes with the Doctor's own priorities but nonetheless his exposure to her has an effect.
It is in the episode Dalek however, where that kindness takes on a new form, a merciful killing. Up until now Rose has been the one to tell the Doctor to give the perpetrators a second chance. To see the good in others even when it's difficult.
But now this creature that has killed many, is changing. It's growing aware, disturbed, and it's all because of her. She stops the doctor from killing it, but now the creature wants to die. It does not want to become like her. It does not want to become so human that it becomes aware of all it's done and how lonely it is.
For the first time, she is made to confront that her kindness might have just condemned someone to a more miserable end. That humanity is not something that every creature strives for, and that at times the kind decision comes with a price.
So she does what it asks, and orders it to die. Saving the Doctor from sullying his hands with more blood but at the price of her own becoming unclean. Are these the depths to which she would go to ensure the Doctor's wellbeing?
The next two episodes explore what happens when Rose underestimates her ability to make mistakes.
She's become more confident, taking along Adam to their next adventure because she believes she has a good judge of character. Plus he’s kind of pretty, so that’s a plus for her lol
She wants to be the impressive one now and share that wonder for the universe with someone else. To see what it looks like from the perspective of a new pair of eyes, because to her it has all become kind of normal.
The price of understanding the Doctor more, is that it comes at the price of her humanity. She will no longer be able to sustain her naivety towards how cruel the world can be. It will become harder to judge when she is viewing things in a rational human way, or through the eyes of someone that has grown desensitized to the chaos.
In retrospect, I don't think it's a coincidence she is wearing red here. She has now witnessed a death at her hands, and she is trying to regain control. To remember what it's like to view the world through the eyes of someone normal like Adam.
With time, she will grow to be a stranger amongst other humans. She will have a harder time relating to others because her understanding of the world far surpasses there’s.
Oh but Adam is not like her. Because she assumes everyone is well intentioned, she fails to realize that he might hold ulterior motives. When he fails her, she realizes that she is also capable of making a bad call. That the Doctor is holding her to a standard and if she makes a mistake like Adam, she too can be left behind.
Father's day is where we finally see her make a misstep and it's one hell of a problem. Her initial goal was to be there for her father and comfort him in his final moments, but she realizes quickly that seeing it is far more disturbing than she had initially anticipated.
He's her father. Seeing him die once is bad enough, but twice? All while fully aware that she can easily prevent it? It's a temptation that is far too great to pass up. But quickly she realizes her mistake and she can't think rationally, she is far too emotional to reason with.
"but he's alive,"
"my entire planet died, my whole family. Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them?"
"but it's not like I've changed history, not much. I mean he's never gonna be a world leader. He's not gonna start world war 3 or anything"
"Rose there's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before. An ordinary man. That's the most important thing in creation."
She overestimated what she understood about travelling in time. She realizes this, but her pride will not let her stand down. She wrongly uses his loneliness as a means of keeping him there, knowing that he would never actually leave her but alas he does. In doing so, granting her a once in a lifetime chance to get to know her father personally.
With this opportunity comes the realization that her father was not the man her mother told her about.
Not successful nor heroic, but flawed like any other man.
She finds out that he and Jackie had a strained relationship, nothing like the perfect relationship her mother described. That he had had an affair and that they were not on the best terms when he died. Really, her mother was protecting her from the reality of the situation. All for the sake of giving her a father figure that would not disappoint her, even in death.
But on the flip side, she is also able to know the best parts of him. Now she has a reference of who he was at his best as well. She is able to have him recognize her as his daughter and when he realizes the extent of her mistake, he takes on the responsibility to right her wrong. So that his blood is not on her hands, and so that she will remember him as the proper father he would have been after he’s gone.
Note that he does this for her, not because she wouldn't have eventually asked it of him, but because he doesn't want the guilt of his second death to be on her.
She apologizes of course, to the Doctor but not before he does the same. It is in this moment, that she realizes how much she means to him and in turn, how much he means to her.
When viewing this scene, once should keep in mind that the episode draws many parallels between the Doctor and her father. At one point, it states that she considers the Doctor to be the most important man in her life. so when her father comes along, in misplaced anger she asserts that the Doctor did not want her father to live because it would threaten his importance to her.
The reason why I draw attention to this detail is because I believe this is the episode where she realizes she loves the Doctor romantically.
When her father touches her face as he recognises her as his daughter, she nestles into it like a little kid seeking comfort from a parent. Now that she knows what it feels like to have a proper father, she has a better understanding of what that kind of love feels like.
So when the Doctor does the same thing, she stares deeply into his eyes as if just realizing what he means to her. Her reaction to him is almost shy and stiff, very unlike her usual temperament.
I think this is the moment she realizes her feelings for the Doctor are not that of her trying to fill a void her father left, but of a different origin entirely. The reason I say this is because these two scenes, mirror each other down to the camera angle. With both shots, focusing on her reaction to the touch.
I don’t think it is a coincidence that earlier in the episode, she gets mad when her father assumes the Doctor is her boyfriend. She even expresses confusion on why people think they’re together, which wouldn’t really make much sense if she had felt romantic attraction to him prior to this moment.
This isn't to say that she purposefully projected such an image onto the Doctor, not at all. But I think it's this experience that finally gives a name to what she was feeling for him all along. Something that started off as platonic but eventually morphed into romantic love.
(I can’t believe that I just claimed Rose might have daddy issues but here it is. On the bright side though, this goes to prove that the Doctor fell for her first so do as you wish with that assertion lol)
Then Jack appears and finally, their attraction for one another becomes obvious to everyone but one another lol. This is where the whole dancing scene happens and I think you all know what they meant lol I don't have to make an in depth analysis about it.
(But how curious that she suddenly starts being more blatant with her flirting, after Father’s Day? Just sayinnng)
I must stress now, because this will become critical later on, that Rose is naturally very flirty and touchy. She's like that with most people it seems, but she never really means anything by it. When Jack appears, she finds him attractive but when he starts getting too close she begins to feel uncomfortable.
She even stops his advances at one point. She likes being liked, even plays into it, but she never acts on her attraction. It's a flaw of hers in the same way the 10th doctor likes being chased by beautiful women, but she's never unfaithful.
Okay so I'm going to say something really radical here, but Boomtown is when Rose and Mickey breakup. For good. Personally, I am not of the belief that they were together in season 2.
The reason why I say this is because the moment Mickey and Rose are left alone, all she can do is recount stories about the Doctor and how great their adventures are. It is here where we see what was pointed out to us previously: that she would eventually outgrow the outlook of those around her. She is no longer the Rose he knew, or fell for. She has grown more confident, happier, and can no longer relate to him.
In other words, she has outgrown him.
It’s here where Mickey tells her that he is seeing someone else.
Rose does become a little jealous here, making a comment about the girl's weight, but she quickly realizes it's not appropriate and takes it back. Instead, commenting that she's a nice girl.
Now remember how I mentioned that at the core of their romantic relationship was a friendship, we see that here more than ever.
When he suggests they find a hotel, she reminds him that he has someone and then questions why he is even with Trisha if she’s not the girl he usually goes for. (They grew up together, so it makes sense why she would know what his type is). This doesn't seem as if she's asking because she's jealous but because she's confused on why he's settling for someone.
She is concerned for his wellbeing.
To which he admits he is and that he can't move on because he is still in love with her. When he asks if he wants him to wait for her, she can't answer. Not because she is unsure of her answer, but because she knows what it is. Her heart is no longer his.
Her running at the sound of trouble and refusing to answer is the answer. It will never be him. She cannot promise him something that just isn't what she feels anymore. Him yelling that “of course it will always be the Doctor”, is him confirming it. That what they had, has ended.
This is the moment they break up. Her seeking him out afterwards is not her trying to mend the romantic relationship they had, but the friendship.
But it is too late.
When she returns after the Slitheen crisis ends, he is no longer there. He will not wait for her anymore and when asked about his whereabouts, she concedes that he will not join them when they leave because he deserves better.
This is her acknowledging that she did wrong in having him wait. She cries because it ended in such a heartbreaking way, but not because it is no more.
She realizes she hurt him, and this guilt follow her into season 2.
The reason why I am so confident on this is because they’re never really all that affectionate after this. Yes they hold hands and hug, but that’s something she did with the Doctor long before they were together. They never share a kiss, and the only one that ever refers to their relationship as something more, is the Doctor.
(Who I must add, has his own motivations for doing so. Mainly out of jealousy, and because it creates a barrier between the Doctor and Rose's relationship. I swear, you can't trust these people lol)
That's why her attachment to him never really presents itself as an issue later. Weeell not until the Doctor inserts him as a means of putting a wedge between the two of them. But I am getting ahead of myself here.
Skipping to the final episode, Rose is tricked into leaving the Doctor and she is left to confront what life without him is like.
This is the girl who, at the thought of her father dying alone, almost broke the universe to grant him some companionship in his final moments.
He is dying out there, somewhere she can't reach.
And in the meantime, she waits helplessly as the man she loves is trapped in the future, unable to do anything but mourn him.
For the first time, we are confronted with a version of Rose that is devoid of any hope. A sight so unfamiliar to both Mickey and Jackie, that they don’t know what to do or say to make it better.
That does not stop them from trying, however.
It's here that Jackie is able to admit that she admires him for doing what he did. This confession is a big deal because it highlights the beginning of a major change in perspective for her.
The reason why Jackie and the Doctor’s relationship is so strained to begin with, is because she feared that he would be the catalyst to Rose’s eventual departure. She projected her insecurities onto him, often portraying him as the type to endanger her daughter on purpose and the reason why her life was such chaos. Yet, in this moment she concedes that she was wrong, that the Doctor is more noble than she had initially given him credit for.
He's not selfish like she initially presumed, but selfless; choosing to prioritize her safety, over his own loneliness.
When Rose questions what she is expected to do now, Mickey is offended. He cannot understand the extent of her feelings, so he resorts to the defensive. Claiming that she must a sense of superiority if she thinks she is not capable of assuming a normal life like anyone else. But just as was shown before, both him and Jackie are very flawed people. They have their agendas and so they impose what they think is best onto her, without considering their own biases.
Because they care, they assume rather than listen ... but she's no longer the same Rose.
She is different.
No longer naive and no longer fit to live a life that doesn't have him in it. Not solely out of love, but because she felt she was at her best there.
"it was a better life, I don't mean all the traveling and... Seeing aliens and spaceships and things, that don't matter. The Doctor showed me a better way of living your life."
She criticizes Mickey for assuming the worst of her in that moment, as he has seen first hand the change she went through. That's why they broke up after all, because that change made her harder to hold onto.
With that change however, is the realization that living a normal life would mean to throw away all the growth she went through.
To abandon her new sense of purpose, and lose that part of herself that refused to give up. The side of her that held onto hope, in spite of all odds being against her.
And finally, to give up would mean to lose the Doctor: the man that believed in her and never stopped.
When she says there's nothing left for her there, on earth, she means it. She would rather die than live a life without him in it.
She's an emotional wreck at the thought of losing him but other than it just being a statement said in the heat of the moment, I find that she might also have a point.
Sure it's harsh, I won't deny it but really other than her mother, what is there to keep her there?
Everyone, even ordinary people, leave home eventually. That is just reality. Her mother is there, yes, but one day she will die. Rose will be all that’s left, because not even Mickey will measure up to the Doctor and it is unfair to expect him to fill his place.
She will be expected to live a life where not even one person understands her and in the process, forget the part of herself that she grew to love.
What they're asking of her is to give up on the part of the world that she has made her own. To hide the spark that made her into who she is, because that's how much the experience has become a part of her identity as a person.
It's selfish, but doesn't that apply to everyone? Who's happiness has not come at the expense of other people? By asking her to give up her life with the Doctor, are they not doing the same to her?
The reason why knowing that she met her father seemingly changes Jackie's mind is because the revelation is a confirmation that Rose has grown up. Her distress is not out of a naive love that Rose holds towards the Doctor, no, she is aware of the implications of what she is saying.
The reason why Jackie never told her the truth about her father is because at the time, she was a little girl who could not understand that her dad was not a perfect man. She meant to protect her innocence, even if it came at the expense of the truth.
But she realizes then, that she is not that little girl anymore. That before her stands a young woman, who no longer needs her protection. One who has accomplished impossible feats on her own merit, and grew not because of her, but in spite of her.
So when Rose tells her that she has found her place in the world, she means it.
Not to mention, the Doctor was able to give her a sense of comfort that not even she could give her. Granting her a sense of closure and thus cementing just how incredible of a life she is leaving behind.
Jackie’s own fear of abandonment, is not enough to blind her to how important of a task this is to Rose.
This is why they help her in spite of it potentially meaning her death. Because to ask her to leave it all behind without trying, would be the equivalent of killing her. The version of herself that was forged from the experiences aboard the Tardis.
Season 2 is effectively what occurs when the reality of falling for a man indebted to the universe, starts to settle in.
His regeneration makes her confront the fact that he is unlike any human man. That the rules that define human relationships, will not apply to their own. With that in mind, she seemingly loses her footing amidst the chaotic revelation.
She struggles to take control of the alien invasion, not because she doesn't know how, but because everything she knew to be true has changed. The foundation of all she stood for, has been broken and she has no idea what her place in all of it is.
When she realizes that he is still him, her acceptance comes with the acknowledgment that their circumstances have changed. That she will have to accept those alien aspects of himself, and redefine her prior assertions of what a life with him would mean in the long run. Because now more than ever, the love between the two of them is stronger than ever. But neither is willing to sacrifice the greater good for it.
Something I need people to understand is that the reason why their relationship doesn't become anything more than a friendship, until Tentoo, is because both are aware that his duty is something he can't abandon. It's a conscious decision on both their parts, not just on Tens.
We see this time and time again when Ten is made to confront the possibility of her death. She is not immune to the misfortune of the world and she knows this. But just because she's aware of this, doesn't mean that she lets it stunt the enjoyment of her life.
This is where their perspectives drastically differ. On one hand you have ten who recognizes that he is not human. The world is cruel and to give in to his love for her would mean losing her eventually. This is why after he is confronted with Sarah Jane, he can't bring himself to describe why she is different.
Why she is his exception.
So he brings along Mickey to act as a buffer. This is why Rose seemingly disagrees with his idea to bring him along. Her and Mickey are just friends. He still has feelings for Rose, she knows, and to involve him is to give him the impression that he still has a chance. Again, it's not out of jealousy. If it were, she wouldn’t have been so keen on bringing along Sarah Jane Smith after this adventure or Mickey in season 1.
At the price of his comfort, he cruelly doesn’t consider Mickey’s perspective.
She makes this clear later on when he asks why he was tempted to explore Pete’s world.
“Mickey’s mum just couldn’t cope. His dad hung around for a while, but then just sort of wandered off.He was brought up by his gran. She was such a great woman. God, she used to slap him! But then she died. She tripped and fell down the stairs. It’s about five years ago now. I was still in school.”
“I never knew”
“Well, you never asked.”
“You never said.”
It is his inability, ironically, to not think beyond his best interests that has a tendency to hurt those around him.
The funny thing is, the episode where she is supposed to act jealous and petty is actually the episode where we explore why Rose is such a great match for the Doctor. Because even though Madame de Pompadour belittles her importance to the Doctor and seems to be the main focus of his affectons, Rose still does what she can to save her.
This is who she is.
Yes, she can be emotional at times but when it really matters, she can put those feelings aside to do what is right. This is something that we see develop in her since season 1. It shows that she is aware of the duty the Doctor has to protect time itself, and it's here that we see her take an active part in it herself.
When Mickey taunts her out of jealousy of their relationship, asserting that the Doctor's intentions are not as pure as she thinks they are, she is quick to defend him. Because she understands that he is not someone that intentionally hurts others. No, he is flawed and his duties are too important to be held to a human standard.
That isn't to say that she is immune to falling victim to the same dark assumptions.
(We see this plainly in the prior episode too, where Mickey's taunts begin to get to her and she assumes the Doctor doesn't value his companions)
It hurts her. You can see that, in the way that she stares longingly into the distance. Coming to terms with the implication of having been left behind, and her role in his life. She will never be his priority. Not when he is the only one left, to ensure that the world won’t plummet in the absence of his own people.
It is this reasoning that allows her to look beyond herself and reach out to him when he is grieving the loss of Reinette. To ask him if he’s alright, even if its at the cost of her own feelings.
“I’m always alright.”
It is here that she realizes how much he is holding back. How much the constant death is weighing over him. And so, she gives him the space he needs in the meantime. Displaying that strength she has, at the cost of seeing the Doctor at his weakest.
I think this is why in the next episode, when they are trapped in an alternate universe, Ten is seemingly afraid that he might lose her. I mean, to an extent that seems almost overblown but, it makes sense if one infers it's because of how he acted in the prior episode.
Not only because he seemingly put a wedge between the two of them, but also because more than ever she is aware that his duty is to the universe and not to her. He realizes the extent to which he has taken her love and loyalty for granted.
How more than ever she is aware that whatever is between the two of them, will never be.
(Personally I see this as his punishment for being so careless in his actions in the prior episodes. Till this day, I still can't watch that episode without feeling so bad for Rose)
His fear is a reflection of his own insecurity: that alien side of him that is incapable of understanding why Rose would choose him above all else.
Rose is not one that would ever hold it against him, however. For the sake of blaming himself, he underestimates the depths of her awareness to the situation they're both in.
She loves him unconditionally. She doesn't expect him to drop his duty. No, more than ever she is aware of the toll it takes on him, from a second hand perspective.
This is why in Doomsday when Jackie criticizes her for becoming too alien, and for not settling down, she stresses that she will never have a normal life because the Doctor never will. It was never the traveling that made her stay, it was him. The thought of him facing the world alone, to revert back into a miserable version of himself because he has no one to ground him, is a reality she can't live with.
(not to mention, her becoming too desensitized to the life she lives is a problem that can be traced back to season 1 as well. Showing that this is very much a real thing that can happen if she doesn't maintain something that grounds her to the human world)
So she takes it upon herself to be there for him when he hasn't asked. This is incredibly selfless and consistent to her character since season 1.
So when she seeks out Pete, she's not really doing it with the intention of staying. She's curious to see who her father is in a universe where he seemingly lives. Because to her, he is her father regardless of whether or not the body he is in is the original. This universe's versions of the people in her life does not make them any less valid simply because they're slightly different, at the core of them is the people she loves.
In every universe is a version of the person she loves that when prompted, will save her. This is seen in how it's seemingly these two versions of her parents that do something to help her even at their own expense. With this Pete, being the one to save her before she gets sucked into the void and this Jackie, being the one to save them both from an immediate conversion
(Hint hint, this is the attitude that prompts her to accept Tentoo and it's also a big part of her journey in the Rose Tyler dimension cannon audios.)
This is also the episode where her friendship with Mickey essentially ends for the time being. Seeing how much the Doctor and Rose have grown to love one another gives him the courage to leave. To find that part of the world that is his, even if it means putting a pause on his friendship with Rose. It hurts her to see him go, goes to show you how close they are, but Rose understands that this is something he has to do. That he, just like she did with the Doctor, has to put himself first.
This is why in their final moments together they don't kiss. It parallels her first departure, but without the affirmation that they're going to continue their romantic relationship.
In the kiss they do share earlier, it is one sided. Initiated by Mickey and one that Rose doesn't seem responsive to, doesn't even close her eyes. It comes unnaturally to the two of them, as if to show how their relationship has changed.
Rose does not share the same outlook that the Doctor does. It's because of this, that their perspectives have a tendency to clash when they're in danger.
She doesn’t let the moments they have together be weighed down by the knowledge that their time together is limited. No, it is that knowledge that helps her be more outright with her affections towards him. Carrying the strength and hope they both need to continue finding the joy in living in the present.
We see this presented explicitly, when they realize they're stuck on Krop Tor.
"Can you build another Tardis?
"They were grown, not built. And with my whole planet gone, we're kind of stuck."
"Well it could be worse. This lot said they'd give us a lift."
"Then what?"
"I don't know. Find a planet. Get a job. You live a life same as the rest of the universe.
The Doctor can't handle the thought of Rose dying. You see this, in the manner that he is so quick to give up hope once he has accepted their potential doom.
It goes to show that the strength and peppy attitude he has, is nothing more than a mask. That deep inside, he is afraid and struggling to hold it back.
This is where we seemingly see how he really is, how he really feels.
How hesitant he is at accepting that there's a way out.
How quickly he reverts back to cynicism when he isn't reminded that there's still something to fight for.
Rose understands this.
It's because of this, that she resorts to humor. Telling him about the potential outcomes of their current situation, that won't end in death. That even as they wait for their inevitable end, they can still enjoy their final moments together.
It's in that moment, where they're both vulnerable that she admits she sees herself sharing a life with him. Something that seemingly stuns him back to the present, and causes him to put his walls up.
This must be terrifying to him.
To have someone understand him so well, that he is caught off guard by how quickly she is able to bypass any prior barriers.
"I promised Jackie I would always take you back home"
"Everyone leaves home in the end"
"Not to end up stuck here."
"Yeah but stuck with you, that's not so bad."
"Yeah?"
"Yes"
It's her ability to not take his reluctance to voice his feelings personally, that causes him to smile. Because it's the moment he realizes that she sees him for who he is, and understands.
It's her capability to see what he means to say that prompts her to kiss his helmet right before he goes. It is what gives them the strength to watch one another as he drops below the surface with Ida.
In other words, it is what gives her the confidence to reaffirm what he means to her even if he can't express it back.
"Oh she knows"
That is why he doesn't see the need to voice how much he loves her right before he drops to the unknown. In a leap of faith, he realizes that really the only belief he really holds is in Rose Tyler. That he will have another opportunity to voice his feelings, away from imminent death.
Rose also devotes all her belief in him, and willingly shoots at the glass in an attempt to survive for his sake.
Beyond all reason, it's this complete devotion to one another that causes them to overcome the challenges that stand in their way. It is what motivates them to assume that the other is alive, even when the odds are against them.
It's this faith, that gives them the strength to continue living once they're separated…only to then reunite in season 4.
(Where another parallel can be found, in how they both seemingly always end up running towards one another. They both hold on to the one person they know will never fail them.)
"Love and Monsters" demonstrates the extent of Jackie's loneliness. She is a single mother who fills the void her husband left with casual relationships. Her daughter is the only real constant part of her life and the fact that she was "left behind" by her Pete is what causes her to harden and see the world very critically.
It explains why she had such a hard time understanding Rose and her manner of thinking, because it goes against what she craves: security.
This is why she struggled to let her go, but now the Doctor is essentially her family too, and so her loyalty extends to him too. The Tylers are exceptionally loyal, they love unashamedly and they lend a hand to anyone who needs it: Mickey and the Doctor. They may clash often, but that loyalty is what allows them to hold on to one another in spite of their flaws as people.
They're the ultimate ride or dies.
Jackie and Rose are very alike in this way, this is why they often fight. Their love for the people in their lives is so intense, that they have trouble separating that love from their decisions. It is what gives them the strength to stay by the side of their loved ones, even if it means sacrificing their own needs.
But something that I think people overblow is the reason why Jackie tells her that she's becoming someone unlike herself.
The reason why Rose's life was able to be relatively stable, unlike some companions who came after her, is because she makes an effort to maintain both her human life and her life in the stars. They're intricately intertwined, much like how Donna is also able to maintain her foundation in spite of the memory loss.
The Doctor really isn't her whole life if you think about it. She is not being forced to stay by his side and she does take the time to spend time with family outside of their adventure.
She chooses to concentrate on their relationship but she has the choice to divide time for others as well.
There is another aspect of her, that I feel like too many people might misunderstand.
She doesn't think of herself as the Doctor's replacement. Her role by his side does not conflate her self importance, she is more than aware that ultimately she is not him. That she, is not granted the same liberties that he has to put her life on the line.
She knows she is not the Doctor. And she, is comfortable with embracing her role as his companion. She wishes to share his responsibility, not take it over.
This is why she is able to maintain this human aspect of herself for so long. She's still compassionate and understanding, because the tough call is not on her hands most of the time. If it was, she would have gradually lost that part of herself in season 1. But nonetheless it becomes a possible outcome if she's not careful, just like her mother warned.
When she is clinging for her life in Doomsday, something I don't see enough people point out is how truly selfless Rose was at this moment to let go of her hold, for the good of humanity. She reaches for the lever, knowing that there is a good chance she will die, this is why she takes the time to look at him while she desperately holds on.
She wants the last person she sees to be the man she loves; to find the courage to do what is right at the cost of her own life. It was not done out of recklessness.
This is why they are perfect for one another. Because they both understand that they are not the center of the universe, that ultimately, the duty they now share comes first.
This is explored further in the Dimension Cannon audios, that gives context to the development she goes through that leads to her reappearance in season 4.
Her reasons for using the dimension cannon are more complex than they appear at first glance. Her sole reason for finding him is not only because of the love she feels for him, but because she also has to put a stop to the mass destruction of every universe.
I see way too many people use her reasoning for coming back as evidence that she has this weird obsession with the Doctor, and that's just not true.
She seeks him out because she has to.
If she gets to stay with him afterwards, that's just a plus.
(from here on out, I will give out some direct spoilers on said audios to provide more context to the development we see in show. Skip to after the 2nd row of asterisks if you don’t wish to be spoiled)
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It is in the realm of the audios, that Rose is entrusted to travel to parallel worlds without the prior knowledge of knowing where she will end up. Every universe is doomed, and she has to find allies in the parallel versions of the people she loves to pick up on details required to find her original world.
There is no such thing as a parallel Doctor. So she must figure out a way to get back to him and warn him, without his help.
Now I must stress, these audios get dark really fast.
They do not hold back on showing just how awful this duty is, and how it comes at the expense of her humanity and moral code.
At times, she has to manipulate these parallel versions of her friends and family into helping her. To use them, up until she is forced to leave and in doing so, condemning them to a long and painful death.
Over and over again.
Imagine what that does to a person?
To see the people you love, realize that you can't save them. To leave them behind, while hearing them plead for their lives to be saved.
She takes this duty on, under the pretense that her familiarity with the Doctor makes her the most ideal candidate for the job. She embarks on her first trip, thinking that this might be the closest thing she has to being on another adventure and that in the process, she could save some worlds in his absence.
But it's in fulfilling the role as the universe's protector that she realizes just what she signed up for. She becomes the Doctor's replacement, in the same way Jack Harkness takes on Torchwood and partakes in the duty to protect the earth.
Yet what makes her different from those two, is that she is mortal. She doesn't have the tools they have at her disposal nor the wisdom that they have gained over the span of their extended lives.
No, she can die.
She cannot save anyone.
And there truly is nothing to guarantee that she will succeed.
We see her struggle to maintain her distance, to not promise a way out to the people she encounters because there is none. She is no hero, she is their angel of death.
In an act of defiance to the death that will follow her, on her first trip, she saves an alternate version of Clive and takes him under her wing. Only to come to the realization that one life is not enough to make up for all the millions that died under her watch.
It is because of this that she opts to not embark on said missions alone anymore. Instead, she takes her own Pete, Jackie, and Clive only to find that they too struggle to maintain their distance. If not for them, then who will ground her?
It's in one of these solo missions, that she crumbles under the weight of the responsibility that she adopted.
In a twist of fate, she is imprisoned inside a red phone box. Trapped inside with no means of escaping, and no real guarantee that she will find a means of leaving before the world goes to shit.
It is in this moment, where she is left to wallow in her situation, that we see her break down. She admits this to her mother, who can hear her through the intercom.
"I can't"
"Rose you're scaring me, just get out. Find a way"
"I'm locked inside a police box."
"What? A Tardis?"
"No Mum, a real one. A red one, all musty on the inside."
"Well you gotta get out."
“I know.”
I'll skip ahead, but I felt this was necessary to include to show how dire the situation is.
"I'm sorry.”
“Rose?”
“It’s the same mom. Same doors, same noise, same light through the windows-I think they’re a bit smaller. If I half close my eyes, i’m there..but it’s not, i’m not. I’m not him. I’m not a time lord. No psychic paper. No sonic, No centuries of knowledge. Only one heart..”
“Sweetheart, I know it hurts but you gotta get it together.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, pick a lock or something?”
“How did he do it?”
“Sheer cheek, most of the time”
“He lit up every room he was in, they always listen to him! He walked through hell like it was a walk in the park.”
Because now she realizes how important it was for him to remain strong, to smile in the face of danger. Before it was easy to assume that she understood everything there was about how he looked at the world. The size of the burden, and what it meant to share it.
But now she’s in his shoes and the truth is starting to settle in. Jackie says this in response, as a means of putting things into perspective for Rose.
“If the universe needs the Doctor, then the universe needs Rose Tyler to find the Doctor. I’m so proud of you but you need to stay alive. One heart. One life, you got that?”
Rose never sought to replace him, we see that here in the manner that she can't handle being in his shoes. She is starting to develop that very same cynicism that he once had and is beginning to feel a sense of inferiority.
This is why she needs someone with her, much like how the Doctor needs a companion. This is a duty that he has to share with someone, not alone.
Jackie believes in her strength, because she knows that she has it in her to prevail. Rose and the Doctor are not the same, but nonetheless she is now the closest thing he has to an equal. And she has to learn to handle this new responsibility through her own means, not by what the Doctor believes is right.
(This is as far as I will share because there's still one audio left in the series and it has yet to come out, so I will hold on to my final conclusions until then. In the meantime though, I urge you all to check them out. They are absolutely worth it!)
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But with this in mind, the hardened version of Rose we see in season 4 makes more sense. It's why the thought of having an alternate Donna die doesn't really dissuade her into using her, and why she is so unlike the Rose Tyler we knew.
She has matured.
This is reflected in her clothing: the overly practical nature of her outfit and her leather jacket. It purposefully parallels the outfit her first Doctor wore at his lowest point. The version of himself that was overwhelmed by the responsibility he held to uphold what his people once did.
I believe it's this new understanding of his perspective that stops her from putting a name to the nature of their relationship to Donna. She assumes they're together, but Rose neither agrees nor denies her assumption.
Because she can't make that decision on his behalf, not when he has so much at stake.
It is this new attitude that also seemingly makes her more distant. Less forgiving towards the Dalek threat and less inclined for a peaceful confrontation because she understands that sacrifices must be made for the greater good. It's why she serves as his support system throughout all the chaos, she knows now how overwhelming it is.
Yet that part of her that seeks to comfort those she loves is still there. We see this in the way that when the Doctor is struck, she does not waste time wallowing in all that she has done to get to him. No, she puts aside her feelings and tells him how much she missed him. Tells him she's been busy, as a means of not burdening him with all that she has done to get to him.
(Just as an additional tidbit, I don't know why people use these small bouts of jealousy she briefly displays in the first half of this two parter to justify why they believe Rose wouldn't get along with other companions. She canonically does lol She even compliments Martha and is seen to be on good terms with both Donna and Sarah Jane? Her initial jealousy stemmed from disappointment in being left out. It's not enough to warrant the impression that she is a jealous person all the time.)
With all this in mind, it also offers an additional reason as to why she ultimately ends up choosing Tentoo.
Her final decision is not done on a whim, no, it's her being exposed to the constant dread of a life in his shoes, that puts things into perspective.
She cannot continue chasing after him.
When she is returned to that beach, she comes to the realization that the Doctor is going to decide what is best for her, again.
In the time they have spent apart, he hasn't changed his outlook on his prior decision. He is still firm in his belief that she is better off living without him (the timelord version), so much so that he does not ask for her input.
It's because of this that she decides to not back down. To not let him think that he can get away with deciding on her behalf because she's not the same woman she was all those years ago.
Given that it's her life, it is she who needs to make the final call.
Notice that what she asks, when deciding what path to choose, is for clarification on what he meant to say on their initial separation.
The reason why this is important is because the man she knew, would never say it out loud. Only the one capable of changing and giving into that love, would ever do such a thing.
And that version of him is Tentoo.
He is human, but most importantly, his duty to the universe is the same as her own. Indirect. The original Time lord self can continue handling things in his absence so he's got nothing stopping him from enjoying a life by her side. One that can either be mundane or filled with adventure, but it will be spent with one another.
The choice was obvious.
(Notice that this is not the first time she is asked to make this choice. The first time being with Mickey, where she seemingly chooses the life of thrills over her relationship with him, over love. Now that she knows what both paths entail, this time she prioritizes love and chooses Tentoo.
With the growth she underwent throughout her seasons, she realizes that it's not the adventure she wants, it's the Doctor. This is her, finally making the decision that fits this version of herself that understands that love is what she needs)
But it's with this in mind that she questions what the fate of the time lord Doctor would be if she stays. That is why she says "it's still not right, the Doctor is still you."
Because she personally knows what his role entails. She was barely able to handle it on her own with the help of her family, who is to say that he won't crash and burn when he is alone?
The Doctor is not only his name, but his promise to strive for the greater good. In other words, the role he plays for the universe. She doesn't mean that they're not the same man. No, she means to point out that the price of her happiness will come at his expense.
That the time lord version, no matter what she chooses, will forever be tied to the responsibility of handling the universe.
"And I am him"
With this, Ten assures her that he too, in a way, will get his happy ending. Because by choosing Tentoo, he guarantees that this version of himself, his tenth incarnation, will not suffer the same fate that he will. A new man will not walk away in his shoes, no, this version of himself will spend the rest of his life loving the woman that he was made to love. To have the one adventure he can never have.
It does not come without pain of course. That is why he can’t bare to see the two together, and turns his back on them. Realizing then and there, that there is no longer a place in the life she will live from here on out.
When she kisses Tentoo, it is both a way of imparting that final sense of gratitude to the time lord version of himself (who allowed for this to happen), and it is also to signify the beginning of a new life she will spend with Tentoo.
Tentoo is the Doctor, he harbors those same desires that the time lord version of himself has. He is human, which grants him the freedom to choose what path he wants and that path is none other than hers.
It would make absolutely no sense to have her resent him or even believe he isn't the Doctor.
This is the girl who was able to love multiple versions of her father and mother. That through her solo adventures was reminded that at the core of individuals, are traits that remain regardless of their circumstances.
Why would she not love him too?
A detail I love is that when she hears the Tardis dematerialize, her first instinct is to stop and see it go.
She is not running to stop him, that much is obvious, because she stops long before she even reaches it.
No, she just stands there and looks at it.
Just like she would have done had she had the chance to see the earth go on her first trip. This is her goodbye, her affirming that he will be remembered and his importance in her life.
That is why Tentoo joins her, silently taking her hand as if to assure her that he is still there.That he understands that this, is her way of saying goodbye to his other self. But don’t fret, it won’t be long before they too will have their own adventures amongst the stars.
That being said, God forbid he finds out that Jackie joined her on her dimension cannon adventures, he would freak lmao
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