Trauma (Life's Like An Hour Glass Glued To The Table)

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Set after Rescue

TW: Past Childhood Trauma, C-PTSD

(Third Person Omniscient)

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It was the first time Alex was out past 8. Usually, she got home by 7 to cook dinner for Hugh and herself.

The first thing the ADA heard when she step out of the elevator was the smoke alarm blaring.

The blonde quickly sped inside to see what was going on.

Entering, she saw smoke coming out of the oven and Hugh trying to get a tray with indistinguishable objects in it.

"Let me get that." Rushing beside the kid, she grabbed a cloth and pulled the tray out of the oven, quickly disabling the smoke detector.

"I'm so sorry." The kid immediately apologized with tears in their eyes.

"Oh, don't worry. The good thing is you didn't get hurt." Hugging Hugh as she comforted them. "What were you trying to do?"

"I was trying to make us dinner 'cause you work so hard... And it's my responsibility to make dinner..." They said, their tears threatening to spill. "Don't be mad..."

"Awww, baby I'm not mad at all. I just want you safe." The kid burst out crying. "Shhh... It's okay... I got you..."

Once the kid calmed down, Alex said, "You know, it's not your responsibility to make dinner right?"

"It's not?"

"No, I'm here to care for you."

'What did those monsters do to this kid?' The thought of it made Alex furious.

"Let's see what's salvageable, okay?"

Hugh nodded.

"You made a successful pasta salad. Good job."

The kid teared up again.

"Hey, what's up?" The blonde said softly.

"My biological dad never said 'Good job' to me..."

"Ohhh... I love you, you don't have to worry about anything, okay?" Alex replied. "What were you baking in the oven?"

"Garlic bread."

"Okay. How 'bout we eat first, then I can clean up?"

Hugh nodded.

The kid sat down and ate in silence as Alex stared at them trying to figure out how to parent them.

The blonde cleaned up afterward.

It was late and both of them went to bed.

Laying in bed, Alex thought, 'This kid needs a lot of help. I need to reteach them the role of a parent.'

The ADA sighed and slowly she drifted off to sleep.

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AN:

This was chapter 2 called Dinner. But I just changed the title.

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