❝tragic backstories and using the word "dude" romantically, that pretty much summed up carl grimes and elle coleman❞
[carl grimes x oc]
[seasons 3-11]
[not completed]
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"So, Elle, what do you want to talk about today?"
Never before had an eleven-year-old produced such an intimidating glare.
"You're the therapist, isn't that your job to decide?"
The doctor sighed. She had been stuck with the fiery redhead for a month now and had made absolutely no progress. She couldn't fault the young girl. The foster system was rough, there was no doubt about that. But if she could only open up for a few sessions there was a perfect family lined up to take Elle in.
"I guess it is," she finally responded, trying to make the encounter seem less professional and forced. "Let's talk about you. What do you want to do when you're older?"
Elle rolled her eyes as she rhetorically asked, "You're really getting paid to ask me that?"
"Answer the question."
With an irritated sigh, Elle told her, "The President of the United States. Don't tell me it's stupid. I know it is. Doesn't change my answer."
That was the one thing the doctor liked about Elle. Outside of her snarky comments and stubborn persona, she didn't beat around the bush. She was straight to the point when she wasn't being a little shit.
"Why?"
For once, Elle actually stopped to think about the question. Why had she decided that she wanted to be the president? Was it because she watched "Independence Day" with her brother all the damn time and thought she could defeat the aliens? Was it because her dad had been killed by a drunk driver and she wanted to make sure there were more laws so that wouldn't happen to anyone else? Was it because the nice sheriff had protected her from her mom and she knew she wanted to help people too?
"Something my dad told me," she decided after a long moment of contemplating. "He said that if you have the ability to help someone then you should help them. I've tried to do that since he died to honor him. Seems like the job that can help the most people is the president."
"That's a beautiful answer," the doctor said, happy they were getting somewhere. "I'm sure your dad would be very proud of you."
"I hope my mom's proud of me too," Elle said, surprising the doctor. Elle had yet to speak of her mother. The doctor knew the history, but she had been waiting for Elle to bring it up. "After dad would say that she'd always tell me to make sure I could kick their ass though just in case. Dad made sure I was nice. She made sure I was tough. I know she doesn't love me anymore, but I still want to make her proud."
