Josephine pulled the blankets up over Steve. She saw the sweat glistening off his brow and held back her tears. She had seen the wound and knew it was too much and she knew no matter how many times she said otherwise, he knew it too. "Get some sleep Steven," she said holding his hand, "God knows you need it." she said lightly trying to help make his last night less miserable. She finally let a tear roll down her cheek, "I love you..." she said then paused and whispered, "just get some sleep."

steven-grant:

Her sweet attempts to comfort him were almost enough to make him smile but it couldn’t quite push through the grimace he wore. “Don’t cry”his words forced and quiet yet he was practically begging. “The last thing I see..should be happy” he didn’t have the way with words he usually did but his mind was understandably else where. Though he had been int his position a few too many times for his liking it never stopped him from wondering what would happened when he shut his eyes for good. And of course there was an inescapable fear that came with it.

Josephine ran a hand over his hair and let out a sigh, “You and I still have so many plans.” she said forcing a smile, “So you’ll get better fast right?” she wasn’t expecting an answer, “But you have to get some sleep Steven…” she said. She wanted him to go comfortably, “And I am happy, I’m happy I ran into you in the first place.” she smiled and ran her hand along his hair again, “I’m happy that you’re here with me and I’d be happier if you had a small drink.” she said smiling wider, though it was a sad smile, she held the cup up for him. “We have a lot to do still, so just rest up.” she was trying every effort for him to sleep not wanting him to go mid laboured breath.

—but oh, you poor pitiful helpless worthless child

                             did you really think for a moment?

                                           that you actually had a [c h o i c e] in life?

All Roads Lead Somewhere

steven-grant:

josephine-barton:

Josephine did as he said, not wanting to find out the consequences of disobedience. She looked up at the ceiling not wanting to stare. pulling the blanket up to her chin she closed her eyes tightly waiting to hear him walk away. 

Her heart was beginning to beat faster with her situation. She stood no chance against him, she never stood a chance as her wounds showed from her last venture into an unfamiliar car. Opening her eyes she decided it was all or nothing. Pushing off the bed once more with her new determination she stood from the bed and began her way to the door. Her legs were about to give out, but she kept pushing herself further. Reaching for the door handle she fell, but in her desperation she pushed more to get back to her feet and make her escape.

Finally sparring her a moment of attention he was pleased to see her laying back down. He didn’t have time to argue with the stranger…or maybe he did. He had a lot of time on his hands now.

His brows furrowed when he heard the soft tap of her feet on the wood floors. Turning he watched quite puzzled as she attempted running towards the door, though it was much more of a stumble. He made no attempt to stop her. “What are you doing?” he asked in pure confusion as she struggled by the door.  

"I’m getting…" she panted, "Out of here" she grunted the rest as she kept herself up in the amount of pain she was in. She twisted the door knob and the light stung. She held her side in pain and her breathing was heavy. She slid down the door frame squeezing her eyes shut and cradling her side. 

She let out a sigh as she realized that she was going to die if she got away, or if she stayed, “I know the situation I’m in.” she panted, “So just-” she cringed, “Just kill me instead of letting me go slow. If there’s one thing you can do, it would be that.” she breathed heavily once again to catch her breath. She had gotten away, now she was willing to finally let go.

All Roads Lead Somewhere

steven-grant:

josephine-barton:

 

Josephine began to open her eyes. At first the light was blinding, but as she became used to her new environment the lighting seemed dull, not like the street lamps she had been chasing to keep her moving. Looking around she took in where she was, a small, one bed, motel room. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten there either.

Pushing against the bed trying to sit up, but found herself still laying down as she was too weak. She tried once more, beginning to swing her legs over the edge of the bed she heard a soft creak and froze completely, as if time had stood still. She knew she couldn’t be in good hands, no one picks you up off the road with good intentions. 

Adrenalin racing, she finally decided to face her captor. If she were standing he would have towered over her delicate frame. His hair was a light blonde and his build was something she’d never seen. She knew saying something would only make her situation worse.

He could see her starting to wake in the corner of her eye and though he knew he had a lot of explaining to do he hadn’t taken the time to think of one. No doubt, his mind was else where. “Relax and lay down” he told her, though he paid her little attention. “You’re dehydrated, malnourished, and feverish” 

The girl was going to be fine, he was sure of it. She needed water, rest, and a serious change in dieting habits but it was nothing that he hadn’t experienced first hand and certainly nothing that worried him. 

Josephine did as he said, not wanting to find out the consequences of disobedience. She looked up at the ceiling not wanting to stare. pulling the blanket up to her chin she closed her eyes tightly waiting to hear him walk away. 

Her heart was beginning to beat faster with her situation. She stood no chance against him, she never stood a chance as her wounds showed from her last venture into an unfamiliar car. Opening her eyes she decided it was all or nothing. Pushing off the bed once more with her new determination she stood from the bed and began her way to the door. Her legs were about to give out, but she kept pushing herself further. Reaching for the door handle she fell, but in her desperation she pushed more to get back to her feet and make her escape.

All Roads Lead Somewhere

steven-grant:

josephine-barton:

The night was silent aside from the cars the would breeze past, but that was so few and far between. The night was chill, and the light winds only made the small bumps on her skin rise higher. Josephine held her arms together over her stomach, keeping her elbows close. Her clothing was tattered and she suffered from a few open wounds, however she could only keep walking. Her past was so far away, yet it was not behind her. As she walked down the lonely road, her only goal was to get to the next street lamp, and the one after that. Her mouth was dry, and her stomach was writhing in pain. Just before Josephine could drag herself into the slight warmth the lamp provided, she fell to her knees, and when she fell, she didn’t want to get back up, she was feeling warmer already. Her torso hit the ground next, and she couldn’t help but to close her eyes as sleep dragged her into its pits.

Steve was flying, whiping  down the long, empty road as quickly as possible. He himself still couldn’t believe what he had done and what he was still currently doing. For the first time, he was refusing to think things through, perhaps he was afraid it was a mistake, perhaps it was too hard for him to admit that it might not be. whatever it was his nerves were racing even faster than the car he had stolen.

The only thing that managed to pry him from his own thoughts was the sight of what could only be a young girl no more than thirteen years old. As he drew closer, he could tell that she was much older, but her weak figure betrayed her. Instinctively he slammed on the brakes when he witnessed her collapse. The stop was so sudden the car screeched in refusal but eventually rolled to a stop. Within seconds Steve was out of the vehicle and on his feet. 

When he reached the girl she was clearly unconscious. Swiftly, he felt for her pulse, which was faint but there, which was all that mattered. With no other choice he carried her to the passenger seat and joined her on the adjacent side of the car. He went to begin driving again, but stopped when he looked at her. Sympathetically, he brushed her hair out of her face and wiped away the dirt from her cheek. He turned back to the wheel and began speeding towards the next place where he could find water and food.

Josephine began to open her eyes. At first the light was blinding, but as she became used to her new environment the lighting seemed dull, not like the street lamps she had been chasing to keep her moving. Looking around she took in where she was, a small, one bed, motel room. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten there either.

Pushing against the bed trying to sit up, but found herself still laying down as she was too weak. She tried once more, beginning to swing her legs over the edge of the bed she heard a soft creak and froze completely, as if time had stood still. She knew she couldn’t be in good hands, no one picks you up off the road with good intentions. 

Adrenalin racing, she finally decided to face her captor. If she were standing he would have towered over her delicate frame. His hair was a light blonde and his build was something she’d never seen. She knew saying something would only make her situation worse.

A storm is brewing: Father’s Day AU

steven-grant:

josephine-barton:

steven-grant:

 

"You won’t" he assured her, shaking her lightly and offering a tiny, but warm smile. "That was the past. You have someone now, and that’s all that matters" he ran a hand down her back gently and his smile grew bright and proud as a ray of sun broke through the window. "The past helps make you who you are, but it isn’t a part of you" he spoke warmly.

Josephine couldn’t help but to smile back up at him, though her smile was dull unlike his. While he seemed to have so much character, she still couldn’t help but think of what she had done, let alone how she had done it. “But what about…” she paused trying to force it out, “The storm thingydo….” she said quietly.

"The storm?" he repeated, unable to hold back a smile as he did. "Thats a gift, I truly believe you were meant to have" Everything about him was a vision of honesty. "You just might not see it yet"

Josephine raised an eyebrow at him, “A gift?” she scoffed, “How could something like that be a gift?” she questioned not understanding his words. “How can it be a gift when I have killed with it?” she questioned him, “Whether I like someone or not, whether it was an accident or not, life and death shouldn’t be left in the hands of a girl like me.” she said exasperatedly, “I’m just… I’m just a nobody Steven… Something like this should never have been gifted to me.” she felt hot tears roll down her cheeks and she knew she had to calm down, but she didn’t know how anymore.

All Roads Lead Somewhere

The night was silent aside from the cars the would breeze past, but that was so few and far between. The night was chill, and the light winds only made the small bumps on her skin rise higher. Josephine held her arms together over her stomach, keeping her elbows close. Her clothing was tattered and she suffered from a few open wounds, however she could only keep walking. Her past was so far away, yet it was not behind her. As she walked down the lonely road, her only goal was to get to the next street lamp, and the one after that. Her mouth was dry, and her stomach was writhing in pain. Just before Josephine could drag herself into the slight warmth the lamp provided, she fell to her knees, and when she fell, she didn’t want to get back up, she was feeling warmer already. Her torso hit the ground next, and she couldn’t help but to close her eyes as sleep dragged her into its pits.

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