Ominous Fortune

Billy had to leave with the other boys for a small mission. They were leaving you in the safe hands of Starlight. You had never met her and you were a little nervous to be around a woman. You were used to just being around all guys, well one guy.

'You must be Y/N,' you snapped out of your thoughts and looked to see her standing in front of you.

'Oh, yes. Yeah, I'm Y/N. It's wonderful to meet you,' you said with a smile.

'You too, you can call me Annie. I wish I could be more entertaining, but there's not much we can do. I guess we could watch TV, Hughie left his DVD stash here,' she said.

--

When the boys returned they found you and Annie curled up on the couch watching movies. You smiled when you saw Billy and sat up.

'Hey! How did it go?'

'The usual, blew some guys heads off and got what we needed,' Billy said.

After the team went their seperate ways you sat with Billy. He noticed your looked a little nervous and deep in thought. 'What's going through your brain, darling?'

'It's Homelander... I feel so betrayed, I mean I have memories of us meeting, our wedding, how kind he was to me, how gentle. Then I was suddenly awake and he was different, he would...call me mommy, b-breastfeed off me and I was uncomfortable. It didn't matter if I was though,' you whispered. Billy sighed and looked at you.

'Fuckin hell, luv... That's all kinds of fucked up,' he said. He moved closer and held your face in his hand. You smiled a little and nuzzled into it.

'How will this end...?' you whispered.

'I don't know, darling.'

--

The Boys had you sitting on the couch as they tried to check in on your clone, but not matter how hard they tried they couldn't. Frenchie stared at the device for a second before looking at you.

'He knows, mon Cher...' he whispered. Your eyes widened and you grabbed Billy's hand.

'What?'

'Your system is being overided,' Frenchie said as he plugged the device in and tried to keep up with the over ride. You looked at Billy and squeezed his hand.

'Bloody fix it, Frenchie!' Billy shouted. You pulled Billy towards you and looked at him.

'Find me... Okay? Promise you'll find me,' you whispered. He held your face in his hand and looked into your eyes.

'It's alright, we're gonna get through this. Frenchie can...' he trailed off when you collapsed backward onto the couch. Your eyes were open and empty as the team stared in shock.

'The body is empty now,' Frenchie whispered.

'Well, bloody get her back!' Billy shouted as he held your empty body.

'I can't, mon ami! She's gone... She's back in Vought's system,' Frenchie said. Billy held your face and looked down at you.

'I'll bloody find you... Alright?'

--

When you woke up again you were in a small white room. You looked around and glanced down to see you were completely naked. 'Billy... Billy!' The door opened and you looked up to see Homelander. You gasped and scurried away into the corner, his glare was deadly.

'I see Billy tried to get back at me for what I did to his wife,' he said. You paused and looked up at him.

'His wife...? What did you do to his wife?' you whispered as Homelander smiled sickly sweet.

'I kidnapped her and forced her to have my child,' he said like it was the most casual thing in the world.

'What? Why would you do that?'

'She was beautiful and easy,' he said. You felt sick to your artificial stomach and slowly stood up. 'So, tell me. Did he fuck you?'

'No... We didn't have sex,' you whispered. Homelander moved forward and looked at you, his body almost pressed against yours.

'I don't believe you,' he whispered as he reached down and ran his hand over your hip.

'He told me the truth. I know I'm not real, Homelander. I know you don't love me and I know I don't love you,' you said. He reached up and gripped your throat as you looked at him in fear.

'I can change that in a second, sweetheart. Reset that little brain, make you love me again. Before that I have a better idea,' he whispered as he gently ran his hand through your hair. You looked up at him and felt tears in your eyes, he saw a tear drop from your eyes and chuckled. 'It's going to be fun breaking you, sweetheart.'

--

You woke up again, but this time you felt...different. You groaned and slowly sat up to see you were in an endless black void. There was another figure standing further away and you realised it was Billy, without hesitation you began to run. 'Billy!'

He turned around in confusion before his eyes landed on you. He went to rush forward before an invisible force stopped you both. 'Darlin... What is this place? What's going on?' he asked as you looked at him.

'I don't know. I woke up in Vought with Homelander and now I'm here,' you said before you felt arms wrap around you. Homelander chuckled softly in your ear as he stared at Billy.

'Rumour has it you had a little turn with my wife,' Homelander said as he kissed your neck. You wanted to shove him away, but you couldn't, your body wouldn't let you. Billy remained quiet and just kept his eyes on you.

'I'm sorry,' you whispered, Billy could tell you were fighting your own programming.

'What the fuck is this place?' Billy grumbled as he looked at Homelander.

'Oh, just a little dream land I had a supe help me with. See I might not be able to track you down, but my little supe friend can track you through dreams,' Homelander said as his hand went under your shirt. 'And now, you get to watch me have what's rightfully mine,' Homelander said as Billy's jaw clenched. 'All while you're forced to watch,' he said with a small laugh in your ear. You looked at Billy and let out a choked sob as you watched him try to fight against his own body and break free from standing there frozen. Homelander began to touch you as you kept your eyes on Billy.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.'

'Don't you dare apologise, darlin. Focus on me, alright? Just focus on me,' he whispered as you continued to cry while Homelander touched you.

'Look at you, William. Trying to be all heroic to my little doll,' Homelander said before he forced you to bend over. 'We'll see how long that lasts.'

Billy woke up practically screaming when Frenchie and Kimiko rushed into his room.

'Y/N... Fuck!' he shouted as he slammed his fist into the wall beside him.

'Billy, what's wrong?'

'I saw Y/N... I don't know how but that bastard somehow fuckin made me watch what he did to her.'

'It was just a nightmare, mon Ami,' Frenchie said gently.

'No! It was bloody real! I know he fuckin did this. We need to find her,' Billy said as he stumbled out of his room.

'We can, but first you need to eat and drink something. You've been working non stop and that won't help anyone,' Frenchie said. Billy sighed and collapsed onto the couch.

'Fine...'

--

Homelander woke up and saw you beside him, he smiled and brought you against his body. He could see you were awake and terrified. 'I'll reset that little brain soon enough, but first I want you to know what happens when you go against me,' he whispered as he kissed your neck softly. 'I want you to be completely aware of everything I force you to do.'

You let out a sob as your body trembled and he chuckled softly. 'Why are you doing this?'

'Why? Because you're mine, sweetheart. You were made for me, your only purpose is to obey me and you couldn't even do that right. I'm just teaching you a lesson, making sure you're perfect,' he said as his grip tightened.

'Then I want you to know... No matter how much you reset me or reprogram me I will never truly love you. You can have my body and whatever else you want but my heart isn't yours,' you said as he laughed softly in your ear.

'That's a beautiful sentient, darling. Only one problem, you don't have a heart. You're not a person, you're just a piece of fucking scrap,' he growled. 'Without me you're a worthless pile of fucking parts. So, maybe be a little more grateful to me,' he said as he gripped your throat tightly. You whined and tried to move away as he brought you closer. He chuckled and nuzzled into your neck. 'I'll make you so perfect, darling.'

(details for Vought are inncorrect but oh well deal with it)

You knew you weren't exactly what your father had wanted in a daughter. He wanted a beautiful, blonde daughter. Not a pale, dark haired daughter with almost black eyes. With a bit of modification and a lot of hair dye you'd become perfect, apart from having to always wear glasses to hide your eyes. You could phase through walls and teleport, it came in handy especially when sparring with your father. Today was different, he wanted you to spar with a power dampening collar on. You stood across from him and he smirked when he saw how scared you were. 'Fear will weaken you, sweetheart. You can't be the future of Vought if you're scared of me,' he said as he stepped closer.

'I'm not scared,' you whispered before he rushed forward and went to grab you but you quickly dodged his attack. You stepped back and tried to keep your eyes on him, it wasn't exactly fair considering you were seven years old with a power dampening collar on and he was a full grown man with powers. He stalked closer to you and went to hit you before you dodged again. 'You're good at playing defensive, sweetie. Why don't you try to actually fight back?' he said.

'I don't know how, father...'

'Like this, darling,' he said before hitting you in the stomach causing you to hit the ground. You whined and held your stomach begore standing up again. You stumbled towards him and tried to hit him again before he shoved you back down to the floor.

'Father... I don't know how to spar without my power. Can you teach me first before hurting me?' you whispered as he chuckled softly.

'I am teaching you, darling. You just need to get tougher,' he said as he forced you to stand up. You shoved him away from you and made him laugh softly. 'That's better, but you need to not hit like a girl.'

'But I am a girl...' you whispered.

--

Your father had taken your collar off after a rather unfair sparring match and you began to wander to halls as your wounds began to heal and regenerate. You decided to head to the lower grounds of Vought, you'd known your father said to never go there but you wanted to do something to make him angry. You had swiped a doctors card and headed for the lower levels, when the doors opened you saw just a singular door with no handle or keypad to unlock it. You glanced around before phasing through the wall. Suddenly you stood in green grass with trees around you. You glanced around in confusion before you heard a noise and quickly hid behind a tree. You saw a woman running around with a young boy in front of a house. Her eyes landed on you and you quickly hid further behind the tree.

'Stay here, Ryan...' she said before walking over. You peaked your head out and she let out a soft gasp when she saw your dark eyes and pale skin. 'Hello... Who are you?'

'I'm Y/N,' you whispered.

'How did you get in here?'

'I snuck in,' you said.

'Do you know where your parents are, sweetheart?'

'Father is in a meeting,' you said. She glanced over you and noticed a lot of bruises.

'A meeting... Does he know you're here?' she asked as you shook your head.

'I know this place is off limits and I wanted to know why... I didn't know there was a whole house down here. Why are you living here?' you whispered.

'It's a long story... A very bad man is keeping me here,' she said. You stepped closer to you and glanced up shyly.

'Do you want me to rescue you?'

'That's very sweet of you, darling... I don't think there's a way to do that,' she said. You glanced behind her to see the young boy running towards you.

'Mom! Who is that?' he asked.

'Ryan... This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my son, Ryan.'

'My father is homelander,' he said as your eyes widened.

'But...he's my father,' you said. The woman looked at you in shock.

'Homelander has a daughter?' she whispered.

'I didn't come out right...'

'What do you mean, sweetie?' she asked.

'My real hair is black and my eyes are ugly,' you whispered. She smiled and kneeled down.

'I think they're quite beautiful,' she said as you smiled a little.

'Y/N!' you heard a voice shout. You turned around to see your father and the woman could see the pure terror in your eyes. He stormed forward and grabbed you roughly.

'She was just lost, she didn't mean any harm,' she said as your father glared at her.

'Take Ryan and get the fuck back inside,' he growled. She looked at you and hesitated. 'Now, Becca!' he shouted as she nodded and quickly grabbed Ryan. You glanced up at your father.

'You're the bad man keeping her here... Aren't you?' you whispered. His jaw clenched as he dragged you away from the house and back into the sterile white room beyond the doors.

--

It had been ten years since then. Last you heard the woman you knew as Becca was long dead. You were sitting in the meeting room with your dark glasses covering your eyes when the doors opened and you glanced up to see your father and brother. Ever since Ryan had started living in vought and training your father had practically forgotten about you.

'Y/N, your roots are starting to show. Go to the hair stylist and get it redyed,' Homelander demanded as you rolled your eyes.

'Ryan has brown hair... Why does it matter if I have black hair?'

'Because black hair makes you not look like my daughter. Now, go!' he shouted. You stood up and shuffled away from them, not before shoving Ryan before you left. You had no intention of going to the stylist, you didn't care. Instead you decided to research something, Becca's grave. You wanted to know if she had anyone on the outside that had cared for her or even knew she died. Once you found the grave site you snuck past security and headed out into the streets of the city. You kept a hood over your head and your glasses on as you got onto the bus and sat down. You made it just outside the city to the graveyard and began to walk around until you found Becca's grave. You stopped whne you saw a man there staring at the grave. You lingered behind and pretended to look at another grave. He turned around slightly and glanced at you. 'Oi, Lennon what are you lingering back there for?'

'Sorry... Sorry, I just wanted to...I was going to,' you stuttered to try and find the words before you stepped closer but kept your head down. 'Was she your friend...?'

'No, she was my wife.'

'Your wife,' you whispered in shock. 'You're Billy, aren't you?'

'That I am, luv. And you are?'

You backed away and tried to keep your face covered. 'I should go, I'm sorry,' you whispered. He lunged forward and grabbed your arm to stop you. He reached up and ripped your hood off your head.

'Homelander's little girl... The bloody hell do you want?' he growled as you stared at him in fear.

'I wanted to know if the outside world knew Becca was gone... I wanted to see her grave,' you said. His grip lightened a bit as he looked at you.

'You knew her?'

'I met her once, a long time ago. I broke into where father was keeping her and I met her and Ryan. She was kind to me,' you said.

'You broke in but didn't think to try and help the woman who was being held Captive by your own father?' he said as his grip tightened again.

'I wanted to help, but I was seven! What the hell was I meant to do?' you said as he sighed and shook his head. He finally let go of you and you stumbled back a bit.

'Nothing will bring her back now anyway,' he said.

'I'm sorry, Billy... I was just a kid, one who didn't know anything.'

'I never heard much about you anymore after Ryan came into the picture,' Billy said. You stepped closer and looked down at Becca's grave.

'He's more suited to being Homelander's kid. Me, I'm just a mistake,' you said.

'So, the blonde hair ain't even real huh?' Billy said as he nodded to your black roots that were starting to grow out.

'Nope... I'm not what he wanted. I'm pale with black hair and black eyes, not exactly what the public wants to see,' you grumbled.

'Black eyes?' he asked. You looked at him and slowly took your glasses off as he looked at your black eyes with a slight yellow tinge in the centre.

'Bloody hell... And your father thinks this is ugly?'

'You don't?' you asked.

'No, they're unique and definitely interesting,' he said. You chuckled and put the glasses back on.

'So... What was Becca like? I only met her that once,' you said. Billy sighed and looked back at the grave.

'Kind and fearless... She gave everyone a chance no matter what. I don't think she would like who I've become,' he whispered.

'She was forced to live with a man she hated and have his kid. I'm pretty sure she would love you even more considering the fact that you haven't stopped trying to avenge her,' you said. He turned to you with shock in his eyes.

'You're bloody wise for a teenager. I guess you're right either way,' he grumbled. 'What's your power?'

'I can phase through walls and teleport. Comes in handy when I want to sneak into things. Father took my powers away for two years after I met Becca.'

'He made you wear one of those damn collars?' he asked.

'Yeah... I should get going, if father knows what I've done we'll have to have another sparring session.'

As you were about to leave Billy grabbed your wrist. 'Sparring? Does he hit you?'

'He says it's to train me, but it's just a reason to beat the shit out of me.'

Billy sighed and shook his head. 'God, he's a cunt. Listen... I'll talk to you again, alright?'

'How?' you asked.

'I'll figure it out... Stay safe, kid.'

--

You were in your father's apartment when Ryan walked in. You looked at him and went to leave before he stopped you. 'Wait... Why do you hate me?' he asked. You stopped and looked at him in shock, he had never been so forward.

'I don't...hate you,' you grumbled.

'Yes, you do. You avoid me, shove me, call me names. What the hell did I do to you?' he said.

'You got to know her!' you shouted. He looked at you in confusion and let go of you.

'What...? Who?'

'Becca... Your mother, Billy's wife. You got to know her, you got to love her and she loved you. It isn't fair,' you muttered as you backed away.

'It isn't fair that I grew up imprisoned in a fucking simulation? You got to grow up in Vought tower,' he said.

'I didn't get a mother! And I got a father that hated me so much he wants me to change everything about me! A father that would beat the fuck out of me,' you said with tears in your eyes. Ryan stopped and looked at you in shock.

'He hurt you...?'

'You know how father likes to spar with us? To train us, well you get to use your powers, I don't.'

'I don't understand,' he muttered.

'I have to wear a power dampening collar when we spar. He gets to beat the crap out of me and I can't escape,' you explained. Ryan stepped forward and looked at you.

'Y/N... I didn't know about it. I'm sorry, he just always talks about how spoilt and bitchy you are. I guess I believed him,' he said.

'I guess your childhood wasn't that great either. I'm just...I'm jealous,' you whispered.

'You're jealous of me? Why?'

'You're the centre of attention, father loves you more and...you got to have Becca,' you whispered.

'How did you find out about my mother?'

'I met her... When I was young, I guess you were too young to remember. After father hurt me I was feeling rebellious and found you guys. Becca was so kind to me, then father found me and dragged me back,' you whispered.

'I don't remember it... I'm sorry, Y/N.'

'I'm sorry too... I funnelled my hate into you instead of father,' you whispered.

'Maybe we could actually get to know each other?' he said as you smiled.

'I think that would be nice.'

'So, why do you always wear glasses? Even inside,' Ryan asked as you followed him to the couch. You sat down and slowly took your glasses off and Ryan looked into your eyes. 'Woah...'

'Father doesn't want people to see my real eyes. I dye my hair, tan my skin, wear the damn glasses...'

'He wants you to look different? Why?'

'Please, he's all about appearances. He wants a blonde bimbo daughter, not whatever the hell I am,' you mumbled.

'For what it's worth, I think you're beautiful the way you are,' he said. You chuckled softly and smiled.

'You sound like Billy.'

'You've met Billy...?' he asked.

'Yeah, like an hour ago. Please don't tell father. I wanted to know if Becca had a grave,' you said.

'And...does she?'

'Yeah, she does. It's really nice out there. I spoke to Billy for a bit, he's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be,' you whispered.

'He isn't, he's always looked out for me despite who my father is.'

'I wish someone cared about me. Cared enough to want to protect me...'

'Well, I know we aren't that close but I still care about you. I would protect you and...I should protect you. I just didn't know father hurt you,' he whispered. You could tell he was feeling guilty about it.

'It's okay, it's not your fault. Thankfully these days we don't spar as much as we used to,' you said before the front door opened and you glanced up to see your father.

'Look at this, my two children finally getting along. I never thought I would see this day, especially after what Y/N did to your mother, Ryan,' he said as Ryan looked at him in confusion.

'What are you talking about?' he asked.

'Oh... You didn't know, look at me running my mouth again,' he said. You stood up and looked at him in confusion.

'Father, I didn't do anything to Becca,' you said. He stepped closer and gently tucked your hair behind your ear.

'You don't remember, you were too young and wrapped up in your own little selfish world. After you had visited her that one time you went back, I suppose you were jealous,' he said as he continued to play with your hair. 'Don't you remember, Ryan? You woke up to a trail of blood and found your mother bleeding out on the ground?' he said as Ryan glanced at you and then back at your father.

'No, that was an accident... She fell over on the glass table,' Ryan said as he stood up. You continued to stare at your father in confusion.

'Father, I didn't go back after that time. You kept a power dampening collar on me,' you said as he reached down and held your throat.

'You know I don't like when you tell lies, sweetheart. I know you don't want to look like a monster, but he deserves the truth doesn't he?'

'Father, you're hurting her,' Ryan said as he stepped closer.

'You really want to get close with your sister? The one who hurt your mother, the one that hates you, the one that lies and manipulates us both?' Homelander said as he gripped your throat tighter. You teleported out of his grip and stumbled onto the ground behind him.

'Ryan, don't listen to him... I never hurt her, I promise,' you said as Ryan rushed forward. He helped you stand up and made sure you were okay.

'It's okay, sis... I believe you,' he said. You smiled and let out a breath of relief as your father glared at you both.

'You want to side with her, Ryan? Not with your own father? The one who helped raise you? Your sister is a monster who will hurt you, do you have any idea the things she's done? The people she's killed?' he said as you looked at him in shock.

'Stop...' you whispered as the memories began to rush back to you.

'What, sweetheart? You don't want your little brother to know how dangerous you are?' Homelander taunted as he stepped closer. You felt tears in your eyes as the memories of blood and guts bombarded your mind. 'Remember all those times you lost control? Phasing through people like they were nothing. Killing them without a second though,' he continued as you began to cry.

'No, it was an accident! I was a child, I didn't know how to control my powers!' you said as your body began to phase in and out. You stepped back in fear and stared at your hands.

'Father enough!' Ryan said as he stepped in front of you. You sobbed and held your head as you tried to stay in control. You didn't exactly want to phase through the floor.

'I don't want to phase... I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' you whispered as Homelander smirked.

'See? She's dangerous and unpredictable, son.'

'No! She's afraid! I'm not letting you hurt her anymore,' Ryan said as he turned around and looked at you. He made sure to not touch you. 'Y/N, it's okay. You're not going to hurt anyone, just focus on me,' he said.

'You know you need your collar on, sweetheart. You wouldn't want to kill your own brother would you?' Homelander said as you cried more.

'You don't need the collar, Y/N. You can control this!' Ryan said. You shook your head as you felt your feet starting to phase.

'No! I need the collar!' you shouted as Homelander smirked and grabbed it off the bench. He handed it to you and you quickly attached it around your neck before falling to your knees. You panted and glanced up at Ryan. 'I'm sorry...'

'It's okay. I know you're scared,' he said as he knelt down with you. Homelander smiled and stood beside you as he played with your hair.

'See, sweetheart? It doesn't matter if you're a monster because your family is here to make sure you stay on your little leash,' he said in a condescending tone.

'Haven't you got another meeting, father?' Ryan grumbled.

'Yes, I do. Stay out of trouble, don't try to take that collar off her. I'm the only one that can take it off anyway. Sweetheart, think about your little tantrum, there will be consequences,' Homelander said as he began to leave.

'Yes, father...' you whispered before the door closed. You glanced at Ryan sadly. 'I'm sorry I caved... I was just so scared, I didn't want to hurt you.'

'Was he telling the truth... About you hurting my Mom?' he asked. You nodded a little and could feel the memory in the back of your head.

'I think I remember... It's just small snippets, for some reason the collar was off and I snuck in again. I remember hugging her and then...I accidentally phased and must've hurt her somehow. I don't remember much else,' you whispered.

'I knew you'd never mean to hurt anyone, despite what father says. Come on, come sit down and I'll get you some food,' he said as he helped you stand up. You smiled and sat down on the couch.

You were alone in Homelander's penthouse as you stared out into the city. Like usual you were dressed in expensive silks and covered in expensive perfumes and lotions. You caught your reflection in in the window and saw the collar around your neck. It helped control your powers, you enjoyed wearing it considering it stopped your body from phasing in and out of reality. You heard the door open and glanced back to see Ryan. You smiled and stepped closer to him.

'Ryan... How were your lessons?' you asked as he ignored you and stormed into his room. You sighed and went into the kitchen to prepare some snacks for him. Once you had a small plate you made your way to his room and knocked gently. 'Ryan? I made some snacks for you,' you said as the door opened. He looked at you.

'What are you doing?'

'I made snacks,' you said with a small smile.

'Why are you trying to be my mother?' he said as your smile faded.

'I'm not, I promise. I just thought you might be hungry,' you whispered.

'I've told you, I don't need you,' he said as he slammed the door and the food fell to the ground. You stood in stunned silence before you slowly went to your knees and began to clean up the food.

'What are you doing?' you heard Homelander say as you turned and smiled.

'Oh, you're home! Sorry, I was just a little clumsy bringing this food to Ryan,' you said as he stared down at you.

'Hurry up and clean this mess. I need a massage,' he muttered before walking away. You quickly cleaned up and placed the tray in the kitchen before making your way to the main bedroom. You saw Homelander laying down on his stomach with his shirt off. You took off your robe and left yourself in your silk nightie. You straddled Homelander's back and grabbed some lotion. You didn't mind the marriage, he didn't kiss you, hug you, have sex with you or anything like that. He did that with other women, and you were more than happy to let him. You didn't mind playing the housewife he never touched considering you felt sick to your stomach at the thought of him touching you. You began to massage his back as he relaxed against the bed, you knew not to talk unless he spoke to you. He made a small noise of pleasure as you continued to massage him.

Once you were done he went to shower while you prepared dinner. Ryan came out of his room and stood and just watched you cook. You smiled a little and he came closer.

'Did you know my mother?' he asked. You looked at him in shock, he had never brought her up before.

'No, I didn't. I know she was a good woman,' you said.

'Why was she with him then?'

'Your father?'

'Yes... If she was such a good woman, then why the hell would she be with him! He's a monster and...so is Billy. So, maybe she wasn't such a good person,' he muttered. You cleaned your hands off and stepped closer.

'Well, I don't know the situation completely, but I do know there's a lot neither of us know. Sometimes...women have to do things they don't want to in order to protect themselves or their child,' you said. Ryan looked at you sadly and crossed his arms.

'Is that what you do? Is that why you're with him?' Ryan whispered.

'Yes, it is. I've done what I've needed to protect myself and...'

'And?'

'And my child,' you whispered as Ryan looked at you in shock. He stepped closer and looked at you.

'You have a child?' he asked.

'Yes, Homelander doesn't know about him. Your father and I aren't...intimate, but in the early days we did a few times. One of the Vought doctors helped me come up with a reason that I could be gone for an entire year. He didn't worry too much considering I didn't mean much to him. I gave birth and the doctor took my son and promised to protect him,' you explained. Ryan looked at you sadly.

'What was his name?'

'His name was Luka... He would be about five eight years old now,' you said. Ryan smiled a little.

'I guess that's why you look out for me so much...'

'Yeah, I may not have known Becca but I know she would've wanted someone to look out for her son,' you said. Ryan sighed and leaned against the counter.

'I'm sorry I've given you such a hard time. I assumed you were as bad as him because you're married. I guess I didn't stop to think it wasn't your choice,' he said. You smiled and stepped a little closer to him.

'It's okay, I understand. Do you...want a hug?' you asked. He moved forward nervously before you gently wrapped your arms around him. He closed his eyes and hugged you tightly as you smiled. 'You can come to me about anything... Okay?' you whispered. You held him tighter, it was making you miss your own son more than anything.

'I will... Thank you, Y/N.'

'What's going on?' you heard Homelander say as you quickly pulled away.

'I was just comforting Ryan,' you said as Homelander raised an eyebrow.

'And why was he coming to you and not his father?'

'Y/N was just helping me with something, okay?' Ryan muttered.

'Go to your room, Ryan,' Homelander said. Ryan glanced at you nervously.

'I'll be okay,' you said with a kind smile. Ryan left and you turned to Homelander.

'Want to tell me what you two were talking about?'

'He likes a girl in one of his classes and was asking me advice,' you lied as Homelander stepped closer.

'Well, next time he comes to you. You tell him to come to me, I'm his father. You're not his family, got it?'

'Of course, sir... Dinner's almost ready,' you said with a smile.

'Good...' he grumbled before walking away.

Once dinner was ready you went into Ryan's room and knocked on the door. He opened it and looked at you. 'Did he get angry at you?'

'No, it's okay. I just told him I gave you advice on a girl you liked,' you said as he nodded.

'Good idea. Thanks again,' Ryan said.

'You're welcome, do you want some dinner?'

'Yeah, actually...'

--

You were in the penthouse alone again like usual. You were cleaning up when you heard a noise. You glanced around. 'Ryan? Is that you?'

'Not Ryan, darling,' the voice said. You looked up and saw Billy.

'Billy...' you whispered. It had been a hell of a long time since you'd seen him.

'Been a while, hasn't it?'

'You shouldn't be here,' you whispered. He stepped closer and smiled.

'You been taking care of Ryan like I asked?' he asked. You nodded and nervously fiddled with your dress. He chuckled softly. 'Still nervous around me, are you?'

'You know damn well why I'm nervous around you,' you whispered. He stepped even closer and placed his hand on your hip.

'Because you're scared of me, Y/N. Which is exactly how it should be,' he said. He reached up and held your face in his hand. 'I need your help again, darling.'

'No... Homelander near killed me the last time I helped you.'

'But you didn't die, you can't die, sweetheart. That's the great thing about having a little thing like you in my side,' he said as he stroked your cheek.

'Billy, is this about...'

'Of course it is,' he grumbled as his grip on your hip tightened.

'I tried to save her, Billy...'

'You didn't try hard enough, did you? Ended up hurting her even more and almost killing Ryan. Does he even remember it?' Billy said as you looked away. He forced your gaze back onto him.

'No... He doesn't remember it. I didn't mean it, I wanted to save her. My powers have always been unpredictable,' you whispered. Billy smiled and continued to rub your hip.

'You promised you would make it up to me, didn't you? That when I needed you, you'd be there. So, what do you say?' he said.

'I can do it,' you whispered as he smirked.

'There's a good girl. Now, I'm going to need those little powers of yours to find a few things out. Think you can keep our little secret again?' he said. You looked at him and nodded as he leaned in closer. He smirked before kissing you roughly, you yelped a little in shock and gripped his upper arm. You should've pulled away and slapped him, but you hadn't had any kind of affection in so long. You whined softly and continued to kiss him back. He lifted you up onto the counter and chuckled. 'Still as easy as ever, huh?'

'I'm not easy... I'm just,' you trailed off.

'Lonely, darlin?' he asked before he started kissing your neck around you collar.

'Billy... We shouldn't do this. You're manipulating me, blackmailing me,' you whispered. He sighed and pulled away. He gripped your hips and brought you closer to him.

'So, why don't we do what we used to? Ignore who we are, what we are and everything else just for a bit. I'm gonna guess the last time you've had a good fucking was three years ago when it was me,' he said. Your cheeks flushed and you glanced down. He tilted your head up and kissed you softly. 'Tell me to piss off and I will, darlin. I'll fuck off and just come back when I need your power, but I can tell you don't want that. Something tells me you want to ignore everything and let me fuck you,' he said. Your cheeks went even redder as you looked at him.

'Okay... We ignore everything. You're not Billy, I'm not Y/N,' you whispered. He chuckled and went back to kissing your neck.

'That's what I thought, baby.'

--

You were naked in your room that thankfully was seperate to Homelander's when you heard the door open to the penthouse. You rushed to quickly get changed and suddenly noticed you had hickies on your neck. You cursed and quickly turned your collar off and let your power rush over you to heal the wounds.

'Y/N? Are you home?' Ryan called out as you sighed in relief. You were glad it wasn't Homelander.

'Just a minute!' you shouted as you quickly got your clothes on. You stumbled out of your room and smiled. 'Ryan... How was your classes?'

'Are you okay? You looked flushed,' he asked as you smiled and shook your head.

'Oh, that's nothing. Just was um cleaning,' you said with a smile.

'That's what you call what we were doing, love?' you heard Billy say as you turned to see him in the kitchen drinking tea. Ryan turned to him and looked in confusion.

'Billy, what are you doing here?'

'Well, kid. I'm doing your father's wife,' he said as your cheeks went red from embarrassment.

'Billy!'

'What? The kid is a teenager, he knows what sex is.'

'You two are...together?' Ryan asked as he looked at you with betrayal in his eyes.

'Ryan, listen it's complicated, okay?'

'So, you console me about my dead mother and then sleep with her husband!' he shouted. Billy stared in shock before he stepped forward.

'Easy, kid. No need to be screaming at her. She's helping me take down your Father,' Billy said.

'You two are working together?' Ryan asked.

'Sort of... I made a promise to Billy a long time ago. We do want the same things,' you said. Ryan looked at you and then to Billy.

'How long have you been sleeping together?'

'Few years.'

'And what about Becca?' Ryan said with sadness in his voice. Billy sighed and glanced at you.

'Give us a moment.'

'No, I should be here,' you said as Billy's gaze darkened.

'Y/N, out,' he demanded as you looked at him with a hint of betrayal. You nodded and left the room. Ryan looked at Billy.

'Why are you treating her like that? She's a person, not a damn robot,' Ryan grumbled.

'It's best you stay out of it, kid. There's a lot you don't know,' Billy replied as Ryan stepped closer.

'She's helping you, why are you treating her badly?'

'She's not doing it willingly, kid. She's doing it because she has to,' Billy said.

'Why does she have to?'

'She made a promise to me after she failed to save your mother and hurt you in the process. She promised to make up for what she did,' Billy said.

'She...was there that day?'

'Yes, I told her to save Becca. To go and get help, something, but she couldn't fucking do anything. She couldn't phase, she ended up trying to phase and hurt you in the process,' Billy explained.

'So, you're angry because she tried to help save Becca?'

'I'm angry because she failed to save her!' Billy yelled as Ryan stepped back.

'So did you, Billy! So did I! What the hell is your point? Why hate her?'

'Because I want him to know what it's like! I want him to know what it's like for everything you love to be taken away,' Billy said with tears in his eyes.

'Hurting Y/N won't do that. He barely likes her, she's just convenient, Billy.'

'Doesn't change the fact I need her,' Billy said as he went to leave.

'But it can change the fact how you treat her. She's done what you've failed all these years. She's protected me,' Ryan said as Billy paused and glanced back at him. He didn't say another word before he left. You peaked out from behind the wall and looked at Ryan.

'Sorry... I was eavesdropping,' you said.

'It's okay. Maybe he'll have time to think about all this.'

'I'm sorry, Ryan. For everything, I've just always been sworn to never speak about it. It never even crossed my mind to speak of it,' you whispered.

'I understand, Y/N. I can help you through this. Make sure Billy isn't being too much of an asshole,' he said as you smiled a little.

Billy was up one night having a few drinks when he received a call from his daughter, you two didn't speak much considering after Becca died he kind of abandoned you to fight supes.

'Hey, kid.'

'Dad...' you whispered. Your voice was strained and panicked. Billy stood up quickly and grabbed his coat.

'Talk to me, what's wrong, baby girl?'

'It was Homelander,' you whispered. Billy felt his blood run cold when he heard that name.

'Fuck, stay there. Where are you?'

'At...at Aunty Lisa's,' you whispered.

'Boys! Get the fuck up!' Billy shouted as he bashed on the walls. Hughie, Frenchie and Kimiko stumbled out of their rooms as Billy tossed them a coat each.

'What's going on?' Hughie asked.

'Homelander got to Y/N,' Billy said as he grabbed his gun. 'Stay on the phone, baby girl. Talk to me, I'm here.' You let out a choked sob and Billy felt his heart breaking.

'I don't want to die, dad,' you whispered. The boys got into the van as Frenchie sped off.

'I ain't gonna let that happen, darlin. Where's aunt Lisa?'

'She's dead... He killed her,' you sobbed.

'Fucking hell, alright... It's okay just focus on me okay? Focus on dad,' he said into the phone.

After an excruciating five minutes the boys made it to your Aunt's house to see it almost completely wrecked. Billy ran inside and looked around. 'Y/N!' he shouted.

'In here,' you voice called out. He ran in and froze as he felt himself about to vomit. Rage and fear filled his body as he looked at his baby girl on the ground with her legs cut off.

'Y/N...' he whispered. He rushed forward and knelt by you as you sobbed.

'Daddy, I'm scared,' you whispered through your tears.

'Shh, I know. I know, baby. I'm here, daddy's here,' he said as he held your face.

'Hughie! Call a bloody ambulance!' he screamed out as tears formed in his eyes.

'I tried to save Aunty... I couldn't save her,' you whispered.

'Shh, it's okay. Don't focus on that, you just focus on me,' he whispered. He reached up on your bed to find the teddy he had given you when you were five and placed it on your lap. 'Remember when I got you this? You won your first soccer game,' he said with a smile. You chuckled softly and smiled.

'Only...because I threw up on the field and they felt bad for me,' you said as he laughed softly.

'The ambulance is on it's way. They said to keep her distracted,' Hughie said. Billy nodded and held your face in his hand.

'I'll buy you a million bloody teddies after this, okay? As many as you want,' he said. You laughed softly and leant into his hand.

'I missed...you, dad,' you whispered.

'I know, baby girl. I missed you too, so much. Just focus on me. Let's play that game we used to play, when you would get nervous. You mix two animals together and come up with a name,' he said as you laughed weakly.

'My favourite of yours was the walrus and cow mix, the cowrus,' you said. He laughed and continued to stroke your cheek gently.

They heard the ambulance arrive and Billy stayed right by your side as the paramedics assessed your condition and brought in a stretcher.

'What relation do you have to her?' one of them asked Billy.

'I'm her father, I'm going with her,' he said. She nodded as they carried you out. Billy grabbed your teddy and followed closely behind. He sat in the front of the ambulance as they sped through the traffic, he gripped the teddy bear close to his chest and tried his hardest to not break down.

They made it to the hospital and Billy watched as you disappeared down the hallway. A nurse stayed behind to ask him questions about what had happened. He knew there would have to be police involved, he would probably even be blamed for it. Right now he didn't care, all that mattered was you.

--

Hughie had stayed behind with Billy and they had been in the waiting area for ten hours now. A doctor entered and gestured for them to follow him where they took Billy and Hughie into another room.

'Your daughter is stable, Mr. Butcher. The surgery went well and she's just resting.'

'Can I see her?' he asked.

'Yes, but an officer will need to accompany you,' he said. Usually Billy would've told them to fuck right off, but he just needed to see you. He followed a doctor and two officers into your room where you were unconscious. He rushed forward and sat beside your bed. He didn't care if he was being watched, he couldn't hold the tears in any longer. He gripped your hand and sobbed into the sheets on the bed. 'I'm sorry, baby girl. I'm so sorry I wasn't there,' he whispered. Suddenly the fire alarms blared at the officers ran out with the doctor. Hughie slipped in and looked at him.

'Thought you could use some time alone so I pulled the fire alarm,' he said as Billy chuckled softly through his tears.

'Smart bastard,' he said. Hughie stood on the other side of your bed and looked down at you.

'She looks so much like Becca,' Hughie whispered.

'I suppose you've never even met Y/N. This ain't how I wanted it to go,' Billy said. Hughie smiled sadly and sat down beside your bed.

'I heard the cops talking and they said it looks like the skin had been melted away and almost lasered off. Surely that would make them think it was a supe and not you,' Hughie whispered. Billy looked down at your pale face and gently placed your teddy on your chest.

'They can speculate whatever the fuck they want. I'm staying here by her side and planning how to cave Homelander's fuckin head in.'

--

You hadn't woken up until the next morning and you glanced to see you father asleep in a small couch. You whined and reached out for him.

'Dad...' you whispered. Billy immediately jumped up and grabbed your hand.

'Baby, I'm here. I'm right here,' he said as you began to cry.

'Can you hold me?' you whispered. Billy climbed into the bed and gently brought you against him. You cried and cuddled into his chest as you sobbed.

'Why did you leave me?' you cried softly. Billy closed his eyes and kissed the top of your head.

'I thought it was what was best for you. I was so wrapped up in avenging your mother that I became dangerous. I didn't want you around me when I was like that,’ he whispered. Your tears finally slowed down and Billy played with your hair gently.

‘He killed Lisa like she was nothing… I hate him, I hate him so much. He’s taken everything, my mother, my father, my brother, my aunty… My legs,’ you whispered the last part.

You laid with your father for a while until the doctor and nurse came in. Billy gave them some space and headed out to grab some coffee. When he came back he saw you sitting up with Hughie beside you.

'What did the doctors say?' Billy asked.

'They said for now we just need to take it day by day... Right now it's just managing medications after the surgery,' you explained. Billy sat down beside you and looked at you.

'Hughie, can we have a moment, mate?'

'Yeah, of course. Y/N told me she likes to draw, I'll head out and grab some art stuff,' Hughie said with a smile. Billy tried to hide the small smile on his face as Hughie left.

'He's really nice,' you said.

'He is... He's a good kid. How are you feeling, sweetheart?'

'I don't know. I think my brain is trying to block out what happened, I'm not ready to process what...what I saw and the pain,' you whispered as Billy noticed your face going pale. He reached up and took your hand.

'That's alright, darlin. You process it whenever you feel like you need to, okay? In the meantime you've got nothing to worry about. I'm gonna take care of everything,' he said. You squeezed his hand a little.

'You know how I was having trouble with my knees from playing soccer?' you asked as Billy looked at you in confusion.

'Yeah... What about it?'

'Well, I won't have to worry now,' you said. Billy chuckled and shook his head.

'Bloody hell, love. You definitely got my terrible dark sense of humour,' he said as you both smiled.

'I'm terrified, dad,' you whispered. Billy looked up to see you avoiding his gaze.

'I know, but I swear you're safe, alright? I'm going to sort all of this out and that bastard will never get near you again. I'm not going anywhere,' he said.

--

Billy had left that night to sort a few things out. You woke up in the middle of the night to someone entering the room.

'Dad...?' you whispered.

'Not your daddy, sweetheart,' the voice said as your eyes widened. You panicked and tried to grab the emergency button but he grabbed your hand. 'You look just like your mother...' he said as he ran his hand through your hair.

'Get the fuck away from me,' you growled as he chuckled softly. He ran his hand down your chest as you cried softly.

'I didn't do all of this just to hurt you, Y/N. I did this to make you better, to show you how wrong your father is. Being a supe isn't bad, it will make you powerful,' he said as he pulled out a needle. You shook your head and tried to move away.

'No, no please. Help me!' you screamed before he covered your mouth and injected the V into your arm. You screamed and cried under his hand as you felt the V burning your blood stream. Homelander chuckled softly and kissed your forehead before he left. You screamed in pain as your body convulsed and doctors rushed in. 'No! Get away! Get away from me!' you screamed as they tried to hold you down. You screamed and threw the nurse against the wall. The doctors stepped back as you stood up, they stared in shock to see shadowy black legs supporting your body. You looked at them as shadows began to swirl around you. 'I want...my dad,' you grumbled before you fell to the ground unconscious and the shadows disappeared.

'Get a Vought representative here now!'

--

When Billy returned to the hospital he found you room and saw you weren't there, just your teddy. He rushed after a doctor and grabbed him. 'Oi! Where the bloody hell is my daughter?'

'She's been transferred to somewhere...safer,' he said. Billy grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

'Where the hell is she!'

'She's at a Vought facility. We had an...incident and she almost killed the staff members. We weren't aware she was a supe,' he said. Billy backed away and felt like he was going to pass out.

'She ain't a bloody supe, what the hell do you mean?'

'She's dangerous. I'll give you the number to call to see if you can visit her.'

Billy didn't bother taking the number. He made his way back to the base and the boys began to hack into the Vought systems to find where you were. Once they did they grabbed their weapons and were on their way.

'She wasn't always a supe... Right?' Hughie asked as Billy looked at him.

'No, Homelander did this. I know it was him,' he grumbled.

The boys stayed in the van outside to make sure they could get Billy inside the facility. He had to kill a few people, but he didn't care. He made it to the cell they were keeping you in and busted in. He looked down to see you curled up and sobbing. He rushed forward and kneeled down. 'Baby...'

'No! Get away!' you shouted as shadows formed around you. Billy backed away as you glared at him. 'You promised! You promised to protect me!' you screamed as shadowy legs formed again and you stood up. You stumbled forward and your eyes turned black.

'Baby girl, it's okay. I'm taking you home, okay?' he said. You cried softly and collapsed again as the shadows left. You sobbed and Billy rushed forward to hold you.

'What's happening to me, dad?' you whispered as he cradled you.

'It's okay, I'm here. We'll figure this out. Come on, I'm taking you home,' he said as he picked you up.

'I don't want to hurt you,' you whispered as you tested your head on his chest.

'You won't, baby... You won't hurt me, I've got you.'

--

Once you were back at the base Billy sat beside you and gently played with your hair as you slept. 'I should've stayed that night...'

'You can't start blaming yourself, mon ami. Even if you were there he would've done it,' Frenchie said.

'I've fuckin failed her. From the moment Becca was taken, I've failed her,' Billy whispered as he watched you sleep.

'Maybe, now you make up for it. You can dwell on your mistakes or can fix them. Right now, she needs her father and she needs someone who can help guide her through these powers... Perhaps we ask Starlight for help,' Frenchie suggested.

'Yeah, maybe. She might understand the whole supe shit more than me. Just glad the V didn't make her explode of give her a bloody second head,' Billy said as Frenchie let out a small laugh. You began to wake up and Billy took your hand gently.

'Dad...' you whispered.

'I'm here, sweetheart. I'm right here,' he said.

'I'm in pain,' you whispered. Billy nodded and gently brushed your shit our of your face.

'Okay, we'll get you some pain killers, darling,' Billy said as he nodded to Frenchie. You squeezed your father's hand and looked at him.

'Did I hurt anyone?'

'You broke a nurses back, but she's alive,' he said. You nodded a little.

'I thought...I thought he was going to...rape me,' you whispered. Billy's jaw clenched and he gripped your hand.

'Did he touch you?'

'He ran his hand down my chest,' you said. Billy felt like he could blow the entire world up just for that sentence. 'I'm a supe now... Aren't I?'

'Yeah, darlin... We'll figure it out.'

'Do you hate me now?' you whispered.

'No, no sweetheart. I could never hate you, okay? We're gonna get through this. Together, and I promise I ain't going anywhere.' Billy leaned in and kissed your forehead.

'I love you, baby girl.'

Hannibal was having a dinner party and one of his colleagues was attending with his daughter. He was yet to meet you after all this time. Your father never seemed to talk about you all that much. He was mingling when he heard voices coming from the hallway. He peaked out to see your father gripping your arm tightly and scolding you. He stepped out and smiled. 'Is everything okay?' Hannibal asked. Your father looked up and smiled and let go of your arm.

'Oh, quite alright. My clumsy daughter here knocked over a vase. I promise I'll pay for it and she will be reprimanded,' he said. Hannibal looked at you and could see how embarrassed and scared you were.

'May I speak to your daughter alone?'

'Of course, Dr. Lecter,' he said politely before leaving you alone with Hannibal. You glanced up him in fear.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy and I can't help it, I promise I'll make it up to you,' you said with tears in your eyes.

'My dear, it's merely a vase. You didn't mean it,' he said. You looked at him in shock and he watched as you fiddled with your dress. You kneeled down and started to pick up the pieces he could see you struggled with picking them up. He quickly stopped you and helped you to stand back up again. 'I know this may seem out of the blue,' he said as he unbuttoned the cuff on his suit. He held his wrist out to you. 'Would you button this back up for me?' he asked. You looked at him nervously before you reached up and tried to button it. He could see how much you were struggling with it.

'I'm just nervous, I'm sorry.'

'It's alright, my darling,' he said as he took his hand away. 'Do you struggle with this even when you're not nervous?' he asked. You looked at him and nodded a little.

'Yes... I'm just really clumsy.'

'Have you heard of dyspraxia, my dear?' he asked. You looked at him in confusion and shook your head.

'No... I don't know what that is. I'm sorry.'

'Have you always been clumsy? Dropping things, struggling to walk, write and other things?' he asked.

'Yes... Things are really hard for me. I try my hardest, but I can't help it. Father hates it.'

'It sounds like more than just being clumsy, my dear. Dyspraxia is a neurological condition that effects motor functions. I've dealt with a few patients with it before,' he said. You shook your head and looked anywhere but his face.

'No, no it's not that. I'm just clumsy, I promise,' you muttered nervously.

'I assume your father gets rather upset with you?'

'Yeah, but I understand. I always break things, or take forever to get ready for school and stuff,' you said. Hannibal looked at you in thought. He pulled out a business card.

'Here, I'm free tomorrow afternoon. I want you to come by and we can speak. If your father asks what you’re doing, just tell him you’re doing some gardening for me to make up for the vase,’ he said. You to the business card and nodded.

‘Okay, I’ll come by after school.’

—

The next day Hannibal saw you being dropped off by your father. He smiled politely and led you inside once your father was gone. He led you into his office where there were a few things set out. You sat down and he handed you a piece of paper and some scissor. ‘I want you to cut a circle for me,’ he said. You nodded and looked at the paper, he could see how nervous you are. ‘Whatever the outcome you’re not in trouble, Y/N.’

You nodded again and began to cut the paper into a circle. He could see how much you were struggling, your hands not working in the way you wanted. He could see you getting frustrated and tears welling in your eyes. He knelt down in front of you and placed his hand on your knee. ‘I can’t do it, I’m sorry.’

‘My dear, that’s okay. It’s just a test to help me better understand all of this. If you get anything wrong, that’s okay,’ he said. You nodded and wiped away your tears as he grabbed a notepad and pen. He handed you a piece of paper with words written down. ‘I want you to copy this text in writing,’ he said. You nodded and composed yourself before you began writing. He watched the pure concentration on your face and the way your hand was so tense around the pen. Hannibal stood back up and watched as you continued to write slowly. You paused and tried to keep writing but your hand would hold the pen properly. You groaned in frustration and threw the pen across the room.

‘I can’t do it!’ You screamed. Hannibal stepped forward and took the page from you. You began to cry and buried your head in your hands. Hannibal knew that your father and teachers had probably always punished you for something you couldn’t control.

‘Let’s take a break. How about we take a walk?’ He asked. You sniffled and nodded as you stood up and he handed you some tissues.

'I'm sorry... I didn't mean to throw a tantrum. It's just so frustrating,' you whispered as you wiped your eyes.

'There's no need to apologise, Y/N. I can't imagine how frustrating it is, especially when people around you get so frustrated with you.'

You looked at him sadly. 'I don't mean to be a bad kid.'

'I know you don't, my dear. Come on, let's go for a walk.'

Hannibal had disguised a test as just a simple walk, but it was actually a test to see if your suspected dyspraxia effected your walking. He made sure to make his glances towards you subtle as he took note of how much you focused on a simple task like walking. He enjoyed that you were more relaxed and talking about your likes and dislikes. He knew there weren't any adults in your life that you trusted. You suddenly stopped yourself and looked at him.

'I'm talking a lot...' you muttered. He chuckled and looked down at you.

'I don't mind it one bit, my dear. I rather enjoy hearing you speak so passionately.’

‘You’re really nice. I haven’t met any adults that are nice to me,’ you said nervously.

‘Well, adults are usually very caught up in their own lives and take a lot of their frustrations out on children. Can I ask about your mother? Is she in the picture?’

‘No… She left with my older sister when I was two years old.’

‘Why didn’t she take you?’ He asked. You stopped and glanced down. ‘You don’t have to answer, my darling.’

‘My father had an affair with another woman while my mother was pregnant with me. Apparently she couldn’t look at me without thinking about his betrayal. I’ve never spoken to her,’ you replied. Hannibal looked at you sadly, he didn’t understand how a parent could be so heartless towards their own child.

‘I’m sorry you’ve had to live with that, Y/N. If you were to talk to your father about possibly having dyspraxia would he be understanding?’ Hannibal asked, even thought he already knew the answer.

‘Not really… He doesn’t believe in that stuff. He thinks I do it on purpose,’ you whispered.

‘Well, we don’t need to tell him. How about you tell your father that you enjoyed helping me and we make it a fortnightly appointment. That way I can start to help you through some of this without your father knowing,’ he said. You looked up at him in shock.

‘I don’t have any money,’ you said as he chuckled softly.

‘I’m aware, my dear. I’m not after money, I just wish to help you. How about every Wednesday afternoon?’ He asked. He could tell you were still apprehensive about it, he knew you didn’t trust adults.

‘Okay… We can try for a bit,’ you said.

Hannibal had planned a kill, one that would look like a complete accident. The man he wanted to kill was known for drunk driving anyway. What Hannibal hadn't planned was that the man's daughter would be in the car as well. Will paced in front of Hannibal, he was seething.

'You hurt an innocent child! Her entire life has changed because of you,' Will shouted.

'I hadn't planned on her being there with him. I also wasn't aware he had a daughter. He kept her rather hidden throughout her life. I'll fix this,' Hannibal said as he stood up.

'How the hell will you fix this, Hannibal? She lost her arm and probably has a shit load of trauma,' Will said. Hannibal sighed and looked at his friend.

'I'll handle it, you don't need to worry about it.'

--

Hannibal eventually found the hospital and room you were in and entered to see you eating ice cream. He expected to see a sad and terrified child, not one that was happily binging on ice cream with only one arm. You glanced up with ice cream all over your face and smiled. 'Hi! I haven't seen you yet, are you a doctor? I like your coat, is that your uniform? How many times do you wash your clothes? They look really clean? Oh what's your favourite ice cream?' you asked question after question. Hannibal chuckled and moved closer.

'I'm not a doctor at this specific hospital, but I am a psychiatrist. My name is Hannibal Lecter. I don't eat much ice cream, but if I do I indulge in chocolate,' he said. You smiled and chuckled as he pulled a tissue out of his coat pocket and handed it to you. You mumbled a small thanks and began to clean your mouth.

'I can't believe they let me eat ice cream here! I also get to watch cartoons whenever I want and they even got me a teddy!' you said as you held up the teddy bear beside you. Hannibal kept his kind smile up, but he was already studying you. There was more to this than he was seeing. A father who kept their daughter secret, a child who had been in a terrible accident who was seemingly happy and unbothered. Hannibal sat down and kept his eyes on you.

'Have they been asking you a lot of questions?'

'Yeah... This lady keeps coming in and talking to me about my dad. She always seems mad at me and everyone is being really weird around me. They think I killed him,' you muttered. Hannibal couldn't hide the small hint of shock in his face as he looked at you.

'Why on earth do they believe it's your fault?'

'They said it's because I'm not sad he's gone and that I seem like an irrational thinker,' you explained. He didn't think a child being excited was enough to accuse them of murder.

'My dear, is there a reason you aren't sad he's gone? I promise whatever answer you give is okay. You won't be in trouble,' he said. Hannibal could see you were quite relaxed around him.

'I didn't like dad very much,' you muttered as you hugged your teddy.

'Why not, darling?'

'He was mean to me a lot... He would say mean stuff and hurt me. I was never allowed anything. Like ice cream or toys or TV. I barely ever got to go outside,' you said quietly.

'What was your living situation like, Y/N? Did you have your own room? Did you often go out of your room? Did you eat meals?' he asked. You glanced at him nervously.

'I didn't leave my room much. Dad would lock me in most of the time, I had a small bathroom I could use though. Sometimes he would unlock the door after he had a few drinks and I would get some stuff to eat,' you said. Hannibal continued to examine you, underneath the wounds from the car accident he would see scars.

'How did your father hurt you?'

'He used to hit me a lot and he would throw stuff at my head. One time he put a cigarette out on my arm. I had a scar there but...my arm is gone,' you said as you looked at your bandaged forearm.

'Do you have anyone to care for you?'

'No... They're trying to contact my mom, but I don't think she'll come. I don't want her to either,' you paused for a moment and held your bear tighter. 'I'm scared.'

Hannibal could see tears in your eyes and he wanted nothing more than to scoop you up into his arms. He was the reason you were like this, but he was also the reason you were now free of your abusive father. Perhaps with a few forged documents he could make things right for you.

--

Hannibal returned the next day to see you watching some cartoons. He smiled with a new teddy in his arms. You looked up with excitement. 'Is that for me?' you asked with excitement.

'It surely is, my darling.' He handed you the bear and you giggled as you cuddled it. He sat beside your bed and smile. 'I wanted to talk to you about something. I know you're afraid of what will happen now. I might be able to help you.'

'In what way Mr. Lecter?' you asked. He chuckled at your innocent question.

'I have a rather large house, one that gets lonely. I would have plenty of room for you,' he said. You looked at him in shock.

'You want me to go with you? You wouldn't hurt me, right? Like if I do something bad and I wouldn't have to like...do stuff?' you asked as you played with the bear.

'I would never hurt you, my dear. I can also promise you I would never expect anything from you. I simply wish to give you somewhere safe to grow. All you have to do is be yourself,' he said. You looked a little uncertain and stared down at the teddy.

'They were saying I have to go into foster care. I don't want that,' you whispered.

'If you come with me you won't have to. You let me handle everything, okay? Do you want to come with me, Y/N?' he asked as he leaned forward. You smiled a little and looked at him.

'Would I get a room to myself and...and outside time?' you asked. Hannibal smiled and looked at your innocent face.

'Yes, you would get your own room. You would also get to go outside whenever you like, my dear,’ he said. You looked at him with excitement in your eyes.

'And you would make sure those people wouldn't ask me anymore questions?' you asked nervously.

'I'll make sure they don't bother you ever again. We could even look into getting you a new arm,' he said. You stared at him in shock.

'That's possible!?'

'It is, my dear. It wouldn't be the same as your old one, but it would definitely help,' he said with a small smile. You looked at him nervously.

'Are you sure I don't have to do anything?'

'I promise from the bottom of my heart there's nothing you will need to do.'

--

After some tampering with legal documents, Hannibal was able to take you home. You sat in the back of his car and glanced around nervously. Hannibal looked through the rear view mirror. 'It's okay to be nervous, my darling.'

'Do you have any dogs?'

'I don't, but my good friend has six dogs. How about I get him to bring one of the smaller ones over this afternoon?' Hannibal asked as he watched you perk up.

'Really? I love dogs!' you said happily. Hannibal chuckled softly and focused on the road again.

He drove up to his house and glanced back to see your mouth agape in awe. 'You live in a castle!' you shouted in excitement.

'I suppose to someone your side it is a castle,' he said before getting out of the car. He helped you out and you immediately ran towards the door before you tripped over. Hannibal rushed forward and helped you up as you giggled.

'I'm okay!’ You shouted before Hannibal saw Will’s care pulling up. He saw his smallest mutt int he seat beside him and turned to see you staring in excitement. You giggled and bounced up and down as Will opened the door and the dog ran out. ‘Puppy!’ You shouted as the dog ran straight for you. You giggled and sat down on the ground so the dog could lick you. Will stepped out and looked at Hannibal with a glare.

‘What the hell did you do?’ He growled in a whisper.

‘I took care of the situation I caused,’ Hannibal whispered back. Will glanced down at you as you happily played with his dog. He hadn’t expected a girl who just lost her arm and father to be in such good spirits. You looked up at Will and smiled.

‘I’m Y/N!’ You said. Will smiled softly and his attitude softened.

‘I’m Will, and that little guy is Jones,’ he said. You giggled and hugged the dog tightly. ‘Safe to say he’s found a new best friend.’

Hannibal took you inside and led you to one of the spare rooms. You stood inside of it with the dog still beside you. Hannibal noticed you were quiet and nervous all of a sudden. ‘What’s wrong, my darling?’

‘I don’t think I deserve this, Mr. Lecter,’ you whispered. Hannibal looked at you sadly and kneeled down to your height.