It takes some time to come back to yourself after you’ve been hurt. Dana is beginning her journey down that path and Fox is there to make sure it’s a safe one.
I know it’s been sooooo long since there was an update to this story. I’ve had other things asking to be written, quite persistently in some cases. But, my focus is back here and here is the next chapter in the story. The next chapter should be up soon as well.
Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in this little AU. ❤️
Chapter Three
Fox was up very early the next morning, despite having slept very little, his thoughts on Dana and how she was really doing, knowing how men like Tom usually took rejection. He decided to go for a run, something he had not done in a while, thinking it would help to clear his head and create focus for the day.
The sun was just peeking through the sky when he stepped outside, stretching and warming up his muscles before he set off at a slow pace, gradually running faster.
He could hear nothing but the sound of his shoes as they created a steady beat along the pavement. Not many other people were out yet, and for that he was thankful. He liked being out before the city was awake, enjoying the quiet and lack of bodies filling the spaces.
He ran for what felt like miles. When he stopped and paced back and forth, breathing hard, his thoughts again turned to Dana and he shook his head.
She would have told him if Tom was threatening or scaring her, right? She would have said… something to him.
Right?
“Before,” he said, taking a deep breath. “She would have said something before.” Shaking his head again, he turned and began to run back home.
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“I got you a coffee,” he said when he heard the door unlock and open, his back to it as he took some prop books down from the top shelf. “You’ll need to warm it up though I’m afraid. I’ve been here for a while.”
“We must have been thinking along the same lines then because I actually got you a coffee,” she said and he turned to look at her. She was holding a small brown bag over her wrist and a cup of coffee in each hand.
“Great minds, huh?” he teased, setting the books on his desk and walking towards her. “Thank you.”
“And thank you,” she said softly, handing him his coffee as she bit her lower lip. “I also got you a ham and cheese croissant. It might even still be warm.”
“Thank you again.”
“Did you already eat?” she asked, spying the paper plate by his computer.
“I did. But like I said, I’ve been here for a while so… a second breakfast is much appreciated.”
“Okay, Pippin,” she said, a smile beginning at her reference to Lord of the Rings, but then it stopped. “I’ll… set this down and then start readying the studio.”
“There’s no rush. We’ve got time. Eat your breakfast. Drink your coffee,” he said, watching her and trying to gauge how she was feeling.
“You already got the studio ready, didn’t you?” she asked, setting down her coffee and the bag of food on her desk.
“Yeeeah. And the items I’ll need for the next two sessions ready as well,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee and humming at the perfect taste.
“Two? Jesus, you have been here a long time.”
“One of the drawbacks of having occasional insomnia,” he said, smiling before taking another sip.
“I don’t really like the word insomnia. It sounds so menacing or something. I think describing sleepless nights as being a “tortured artist” sounds much better. As though sleep simply can’t happen when there’s beauty to be found. I just think there’s something romantic in those words.”
“I suppose unless you’re not an artist. Or if you’re Van Gogh and you end up actually torturing yourself.”
“Well, yeah. The line has to be drawn somewhere and I draw mine at self mutilation,” she quipped, taking off her hat and coat and rolling her eyes at him.
“It’s always good to know where the line is,” he said with a smile, watching her hang up her coat and run her fingers through her long hair.
She seemed more like herself today, sparring with him like she used to do. She looked like herself too, though she still wore the large black cardigan over her pleated, long sleeved, dark gray tunic dress, black leggings, and black fleece lined boots.
Twisting her hair expertly, she quickly had it up in a messy but somehow adorable bun, secured in place with a rubber band.
As she turned around, she caught him staring and they both froze. He was at a loss for words, not wanting to explain his thoughts to her, but she spoke first and he felt relieved.
“I… I can’t wear my hat with my hair in a bun,” she explained with a shrug. “I mean I can, it just looks and also feels funny. So…”
“Understandable,” he said, clearing his throat. “Sorry for… I didn’t mean to be staring… I was thinking about-”
“Your second breakfast?” she suggested as she pointed to the bag and he laughed, glad for the out she had given him.
“Yeah,” he said, stepping to the bag to take out his food. “Still warm.” He nodded and she nodded back.
As he stepped back from her desk and she stepped toward it, the scent of her perfume hit his nose and he quickly took in another breath.
Whimsy.
That was the name Dana had told a client weeks ago when she had asked after it, exclaiming over how delicious it smelled.
“Oh, yes,” the woman had said with a nod when Dana told her the name. “I always feel that a fragrance tends to suit the wearer and yours does to a T my dear.” Dana had laughed, shaking her head as her cheeks flushed.
But, as she had been walking around the studio barefoot- her new shoes hurting her feet- and wearing a flowy purple dress with her hair in loose braids, Fox had found he could not have agreed more.
In fact, he had taken a few quick pictures of her and shown her later that day, both of them laughing as she then pirouetted around the office.
She had stopped wearing it though, after Tom bought her a very expensive bottle of designer perfume. It smelled good, but it was not the scent Fox associated with her.
Hers was rich, reminding him of her dancing as she had laughed, but also of forests and nights under the stars. It made him think of fairies flitting through the trees, kissing the flowers to sleep, and waking the night animals from their day's slumber.
He loved her perfume and smelling it again made him smile as he took a bite of his second breakfast, hoping the one Tom bought had been chucked in the trash.
The first client arrived as he was halfway through his second breakfast. It was her first time in the studio and she was nervous. Arriving early, she had hoped to assuage her worries.
Dana took the garment bag of outfit changes from her and escorted her into the studio’s dressing room, putting her at ease as Fox double checked that everything was ready.
He smiled when he heard them laughing and he stopped for a second to listen more intently. Dana’s laugh was a bit quieter, but it was there and hearing it was enough for him.
The day passed by in a busy blur after that, lunch ordered and eaten when a moment allowed. By the end of the day, he was tired and feeling the effects from his lack of sleep the night before and the run that morning.
“Goodnight,” Dana said softly as she buttoned her coat, taking her hair down and putting on her hat.
“Goodnight,” Fox replied, smiling at her as she nodded, her own smile somewhat forced.
He sighed as he watched her walk out the door and to her car, leaving him with too many thoughts and worries running through his mind.
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The next two days were very busy, leaving them with not much time to talk.
But he kept an eye on her.
He saw how she would seem to come back to herself, laughing and teasing him or the clients the way she used to, but then she would stop. Her smile would disappear and she would pull her large cardigan around her body, as though she wanted to disappear and hide.
He hated seeing her that way, knowing it had to be a memory of something Tom had said to her, leaving her feeling inadequate and insecure.
She was quiet at the end of the day, checking emails and adding clients to the schedule, as he edited some pictures, cutting his eyes over to her often.
Her phone beeped and she sighed as she looked at it, typing out a quick reply and setting it back onto the desk. Her chair squeaked as she stood up and came over to stand beside him.
“I need to ask you a question.”
“Go for it,” he said, smiling and giving her his full attention.
“Well…” She cleared her throat and pulled her cardigan around herself. “There is that wedding this weekend.”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re driving up tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yeah,” he said again.
“I mean, we’re going to the wedding. I’m not asking to not go. I’m…” She sighed and he smiled.
“What is it?” he asked softly.
“Is it okay if my sister comes with me?”
“Oh,” he said, raising his eyebrows in surprise, having not expected that to be the question.
“I know it’s a work weekend, but I…” she said hurriedly. “She won’t be there at the wedding, or the hotel. Well, except tomorrow night. She has friends who live by the venue. She and I were talking and I thought, if you didn’t mind, she and I would drive up together. She’d visit with them overnight Saturday and then pick me up on Sunday.”
“Okay. But, why do you feel you need to ask me if she can come with you?”
“Well… because you’re paying for my room,” she said quietly, licking her lips.
“Dana,” he said, standing up as he shook his head. “It’s… it’s your room.”
“But you’re paying for it,” she said again. “It’s for work. I don’t want you to think I’m not taking my job seriously. Because I-”
“I would never think that of you,” he cut across her, frowning slightly as he shook his head again.
“I just…” She drew in a deep breath and looked down before raising her eyes to his, biting her bottom lip as she exhaled through her nose.
“Your sister is more than welcome to join you. In fact, how about if you both join me for dinner tomorrow evening once we’re all there? Unless you would rather it be just the two of you?”
“Oh. I’d like that. I’d liked for her to meet you,” she said with a smile. “I’ve told her a lot about you. If you’re sure you don’t mind, that is.”
“Not at all. I’ll make a reservation at the hotel restaurant for say… seven thirty?”
“Yeah. That would be good.”
“Great,” he said, smiling at her. “And you know, why don’t you take tomorrow off? We don’t have any clients and I’ll just be here getting things ready, along with doing some editing. No reason for both of us to be here.”
“Are you sure? I can come and help you pack things up.”
“No, that’s okay. We’ll be quite busy this weekend. Best get some rest while you can.” He smiled again and she nodded slowly, still looking uncertain. “You could even leave now if you’d like to, get home a little early.”
“I… okay. I’ll let my sister know. About the dinner, I mean. Thank you, Fox.”
“You’re welcome, Dana.”
She stepped back to her desk, glancing over at him over her shoulder. Gathering her things, she took a moment on her phone, smiling when she read the message she then received.
“My sister says to thank you and she looks forward to meeting you.”
“Tell her the feeling is more than mutual,” he said with a smile and a nod.
“I will. Thank you again,” she said, biting her lip and then exhaling. “Thank you for everything.”
“Yeah,” he replied softly, nodding again.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he agreed as she gave him a small smile. Putting her phone in her coat pocket, she held his gaze for a second and then left without looking back.
“Tomorrow,” he whispered, letting out a deep breath.
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Man this is so random but this theory is stuck in my head and I wanna see how other people feel about it because I don't see people talk about it a lot (I have no clue if the link will go through properly since I've never put a link in a ask box)
https://www.tumblr.com/art-w0rm/667910993425350656/theory-time
Oh god not this theory again. I really truly try not to be mean to people for no good reason on this blog, but this theory is literally one of the stupidest fucking things I've ever seen in my entire life. I don't talk about this theory because to me it's like the walten files theory equivalent of that tubby custard mechanically separated chicken post.
Most of the time I genuinely don't even consider it worthy of my time, because it's nonsense, but this is a very nicely worded ask, and I really don't mean to dedicate any of the vitriol I hold towards this theory to You, poor anonymous person, so I will deconstruct it. I will go through the theory point-by-point and deconstruct why I disagree with it.
First up, this:
Showbear is not a character in The Walten Files anymore. Showbear was fully retconned and is never going to appear in the series again. He was effectively just a cameo of ThunderingStatic's (one of Martin's friends) OC, but when The Walten Files blew up and people started assuming Showbear was Martin's character, Static decided to withdraw his character from the series and focus putting him in other projects.
Martin talked about this on Twitter forever ago, but I wouldn't be able to find that tweet now. But here's a bit from the interview he did with KnowYourMeme back in 2021 where he talks about it:
Now this:
This is just stupid to me? Like a complete logical incongruity? I barely even know how describe what is dumb about this because I can't even fathom how anyone draws this conclusion from this information. How is it strange for a man to say 'if my wife isn't home by the time she said she was going to be, let me know, in case something happened.'????? Why would Rosemary be out cheating on her husband with her fucking daughter with her??? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would her whole life collapse when he went missing? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would she show up at the restaurant every day after he disappeared asking if anyone had seen him and hoping to find him alive??? Why would she make paintings of herself and him together after he disappeared????? What the fuck are you talking about?
Ok now this:
Whatever. This is maybe the most coherent part of the theory, to me. I definitely agree that Sha evokes a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' sort of aesthetic, but I do remember Martin saying something in a Twitter Q&A at one point about how that wasn't actually intentional, and that Bon was the character he actually meant to seem unusually predatory. I looked for a while and couldn't find a screenshot of that, but I did find this one where he says the thing about Bon:
So whatever. take that with a grain of salt.
I don't even know what to say. here. Whatever. sure she was rolling in the hay
yeah Rosemary is asking if she's still beautiful because she cheated on her husband and not because she was chopped up and stuffed inside a big animatronic sheep. I think this is correct and is the True Deep Lore.of the walten files. I'm sure this doesn't have anything to do with the recurring motif of the double-meaning behind the word Beautiful either.
I don't know why it's weird that the lost lingering spirit of a mother would be calling out to her only living child. I Don't know why that needs additional explanation involving this batshit infidelity conspiracy theory.
Sha's chest is also ripped out
So is Banny's, honestly? Just a little less?
ok now this:
I guess I can't disprove this except that I think this is dumb. I think this is a really incredibly stupid logical leap to make. Y'know I really meant to go into this levelheadedly and very calmly go through every point and talk about why I think it's Decisively Disagreeable or whatever but I can't. I really can't. I just cannot keep my patience with this sort of thing.
You'd think if there was an infidelity aspect here it would've been lampshaded in some respect, at all, in the old /sophiewalten findjackwalten page text. Where it's literally Sophie talking to Jenny about what she remembers about her family.
Especially if the idea is that Sophie is meant to have been there. You'd think something like that would have come up here. Not 'she was nice and a good mom until my dad disappeared and her mental health started getting worse'
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Do you agree w/ the fandom interpretation that john was so homophobic he’d have beaten up and abandoned his sons for being gay? Cause sure, he grew up in the 60s as a mechanic and then later became a marine during the vietnam war, but i also don’t think homophobia would’ve necessarily been a priority for him? Like obviously he’s not gonna be the full on supportive and politically correct loving dad, but i think that the fandom’s general opinion on that is pretty warped by people’s relationships w/ their own fathers
I do think this is one place where people tend to project. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that; working out our issues through fiction is healthy and good! I don’t think there’s any canon proof of it beyond, as you said, him being a marine from the sixties who would probably not be super knowledgeable about being queer, maybe a little apprehensive about it from what he’s absorbed through the culture he grew up in. I think we’d be correct to point out that if Sam or Dean were queer, he might be uncomfortable about it, he might try to avoid the topic, which is in of itself hurtful.
The thing about me is: I fully disagree that John was ever physically abusive towards his kids. At most, I will bend this interpretation to say he was probably too harsh on them while teaching them to fight and that maybe he and Sam have traded blows before when arguments got too loud (by blows, I mean, probably shoving with the yelling, you know, assertion of physical space. It seems realistic to me that two people who have been using violence for a long time to protect themselves, and for John, his family, down to the hierarchal power he’s put in place of him -> Dean -> Sam, would resort to it when things got too heated.)
(I also think that sometimes fandom’s insistence that John had to be physically abusive can sometimes get a little insulting because it perpetuates the idea that emotional abuse does less harm and can be overlooked and for flattening out John’s character in a way the show very literally pointed to and said He Did Not Do That. This is the entire point of Max’s episode in s1, for the show to point out that their experiences of abuse were different. How well it was handled is arguable, but I take it as clear evidence that when we talk about John’s relationship with his sons, the focus should be on the emotional abuse, the codependency he developed with Dean from a very young age, his neglect of them both, his attempts to suppress Sam, etc. And I appreciate this about the show, because you can’t talk about any of those things without also talking about why they’re happening, why John thinks this is necessary, how he loves his sons and isolates them to protect them and ends up doing more and more damage that will never leave them through their entire lives.
I’m sure there’s depictions of John being physically abusive that handle it with the same amount of nuance that the show handles him being emotionally abusive in canon. I have not seen them, unfortunately. I’ve seen John being physically abusive 90% of the time just being used as shorthand for him being Bad and Evil and A Terrible Father. Which does not interest me. So I will remain here as a staunch defender of He Would Not Fucking Hit His Kids.)
Sorry, okay, we got off topic there this is about gay shit.
The point of All Of That was for me to be able to say, John’s not going to react to his sons being queer by beating them. He’s definitely not going to abandon them. Hello? John Winchester? Abandon his kids? John Winchester, the guy who has been keeping them in warded up motel rooms their whole lives and moving them across the country out of paranoia the demon who killed his wife could find them if they say anywhere too long? John Winchester who only trusted one or two people to ever look after his sons when he went on a hunting trip too long? We think that John would ditch his kid because they’re queer???
Like I said, I think the most realistic reaction for John, (if not just flat out him going ‘that’s fine, now load this gun while I time you because that’s more important for me to know that you can do’, because. He kind of has bigger priorities to worry about here. Like werewolves.) would be discomfort and pushing it out of his view, ignoring it. Which would still fucking hurt! And would have horrible effects on Sam and Dean both, would encourage Dean to repress it if he thinks his dad is ashamed of him, would push Sam away if he trusts John with this fact about himself and can’t be accepted easily.
I just think this is truer to John’s character.
Anyway. If nothing else here persuades anyone reading that John Would Not Fucking Do That, well. He thought his kid was demonspawn, remember? He thought Sam was corrupted and might not be able to be saved. I don’t think you can get more clear queercoding than that, and you know what John’s very telling response was to that information, to finding out something a thousand times more terrifying than Sam being gay ever could be? To refuse to look at it. To insist to himself that whatever Hell wanted with Sam, he wouldn’t let it happen. To tell Dean to take care of it, because even when John is certain that his son might literally become a demon, he could never bring himself to pull the trigger on him. Because he loves Sam.
So like. He literally would not do anything for the much smaller realization that Sam is gay. His son has demon blood that might turn him super evil, and John still wouldn’t hurt him.
I guess what I’m trying to say here is, I try to keep the fact that John loved his sons at the forefront of my mind when I’m writing stuff about him, because I think if you let that slide out of your head, you can very easily make him much worse, much more flat than he was in canon. The real picture of him is just an extremely flawed man in a terrible situation who fucks up his kids as much as he protects them.
And also he wouldn’t care about them being gay because JohnAzazel real and true and they fucked sloppy in that hospital basement-
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