Dany Targaryen (AU Daenerys Targaryen, ASOIAF) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dancingdragon) wrote2012-04-03 03:12 am
dancingdragon) wrote2012-04-03 03:12 am
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Title: Complainte de la Butte
Who: Dany Targaryen and Jon Snow
When: November 2011
Warnings: no way to slice it: this is about abortion. Avoid if you have any kind of pregnancy or abortion trigger. Also mentions of incest.
Notes: I snuck a link in here to the song this is named after. The cut text is also lyrics from it. Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brisé translates to "The princess of the street is welcome in my broken heart" which I thought was kinda sweet and pretty fitting for Dany, lol.
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brisé
Dany gave Jon time and address, and told him that he'd need to come inside to pick her up. She didn't want to sit on the curb in a wheelchair, or be seen getting wheeled out. When the time came, she was sitting in the chair closest to the door, trying to hold her head upright. It seemed like she felt normal, but when she tried to stand she fell down, so she figured the anesthesia must still be messing with her. Whatever. She trusted Jon, he'd handle her.
"Hey." Dany felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. It took a minute for the image to coagulate into something that made sense, but she recognized Jon and smiled.
"Hey. Let's go." Her words were a little slurred, almost like being drunk, but without the buzz. What a gyp. She stood up, clutching Jon's arm for balance. Walking wasn't easy, but she at least managed to stand in one place for a second.
"Are you sure you don't want a chair, sweetie?" A nurse had bustled over when Dany wasn't looking, and she waved a hand vaguely, trying to think how to explain the situation in as few words as possible.
"I've got her," Jon said quietly, and Dany leaned against him, glad she'd called him. She'd looked up what was going to actually happen and realized she'd need help getting home. Jon had been the only person she thought of and the only person she could imagine thinking of. There was no one else she trusted this much.
Navigating the door was a slight production, but Dany made it through on legs that felt like water. Then Jon's arm was around her waist and she was able to lean on him and hold her head up. She wrapped one arm around him, curving up his back with her hand on the shoulder she was leaning on. It looked casual while giving her plenty of support, and Dany just hoped that the slack-anesthesia-face could pass for bored, with dark sunglasses over it.
"Why didn't you want a chair?" Jon asked, helping her to the curb and pouring her into a cab.
"Rhaegar," she answered, trying to make her hands cooperate long enough to dig through her purse. Jon slid into the other side of the seat and took it away from her.
"What are you looking for?"
"Wallet." She laid her head against the window of the cab and tried to think sober thoughts, closing her eyes. That made her want to sleep, so she opened them again. "Camera. Look normal. Explain. Secret."
There was a slight pause before Jon spoke. "You think someone might get a picture of you coming out of a Planned Parenthood. You wanted to look normal so you can explain it away later, because the...procedure has to be a secret."
Dany rolled her eyes and felt a little more human. "Abortion." She nodded, though. "Birth control."
"If anything happens now, you can tell your brothers you were just getting birth control."
She nodded. When she looked over, Jon was nodding slowly too. "They'll buy that. Rhaegar likes it when you're responsible about that stuff."
Dany nodded again and smiled, shifting over to lay her head on Jon's shoulder. She was pleased that he could interpret her anesthesia-failure. She dimly felt his arm come up around her shoulders, even though her body was still mostly numb.
She didn't remember falling asleep, but she was aware of waking up, and Jon speaking quietly as he gently shook her shoulder. "Hey. We're here."
Dany lifted her head and looked around. So they were, and she was feeling much more solid. She reached for her purse, then remembered. "Do you have my wallet?"
He handed it over and she paid their cab fare, then slid out. She had to clutch the door for strength while she waited for Jon, but she managed it, pushing it shut once he was out. That seemed to propel her backward more than she was expecting, but Jon was behind her, hands on her back to subtly catch her.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" she asked, turning and wrapping an arm through his, letting him guide her up to the door. The numbness wearing off made it a lot easier to walk, but it also made her more aware of the cramps. She'd had worse from periods, but then, she hadn't completely shaken off the anesthesia.
She was briefly worried about calling out when they came in the door, wondering if her voice would sound normal, but for once in his god damn life, Viserys was useful. He was standing in the hall when they stepped inside.
"Dany's home!" he called out, sorting through mail. "And her hipster friend is here!"
She heard Rhaegar calling back some confirmation. She'd been hoping at least one of them would be gone, but she didn't plan on leaving her room for awhile, so she supposed it was fine. She just rolled her eyes as she kicked off her shoes and took off the sunglasses. "Everyone who's cooler than you is not automatically a hipster, Viserys," she said, ignoring the fact that she called Jon a hipster at least twice a day.
"Why are you wearing the paparazzi glasses?" he asked as she tucked them into her purse. "It's been overcast all day."
"Some of us don't want crow's feet by the time we're twenty-four." Having sent Viserys running to the nearest mirror, she tugged on Jon's arm a little. She hadn't let go of him for the whole exchange, and he'd stood there, solid and silent. The stairs were challenging, but with his help she managed them, then led him to her room and shut the door.
Jon let her wobble across the room and turn some music on before he spoke. It wasn't loud, but enough to drown out a quiet conversation to someone passing by in the hallway. "Whose was it?" he asked, sitting down on the bed.
Dany dropped her purse on the floor and flopped onto the bed, sighing. It felt good to lay in her own bed after that. "Honestly?" She laughed a little and dragged herself up until she could sit against the headboard. Jon moved, propping a pillow behind her back. It was ridiculous and unnecessary, but it made her love him.
"I don't know," she said quietly, giving him a little smile. "Could be Drogo's. Could be Sallador Saan's. There's a very small chance it was Theon's." And a pretty reasonable chance it was Rhaegar's. "I honestly cannot say for sure, and I don't even know if that was all the options. I blacked out a couple times in that window."
Jon looked a little stunned, and Dany rubbed her hands over her face so she wouldn't have to see it. "Yeah, I know," she said.
"Hey, no judgment," he assured her, reaching out and putting a hand on her knee. "Honestly I'm glad you dealt with it, instead of just ignoring it or something. Especially if it was Theon's." He looked mildly grossed out. "That part I judge you for. What even possessed you?"
Dany laughed, a real laugh, and shoved at his hand. "We were drunk, god! And I don't know, he's kinda hot in that like, skinny Eurotrash way, you know?"
"No." Jon was shaking his head. "No, I most definitely do not know."
"Tsk, whatever." Dany rolled her eyes, but she was smiling again.
They were quiet for a minute, before Jon spoke again. "Are you gonna be able to dance, with this? I mean, I read some stuff, and it said you're not supposed to do certain stuff..."
Dany shrugged. "Not really, no. I'm not allowed strenuous physical activity until two weeks have passed and I'm not bleeding much. I'll tell my professors what's going on and they'll let me take it easy. I'll tell everyone else I'm injured. If you manage to bust an ab and your back at the same time pretty much everything else is shot, so no one'll question it."
Jon nodded slowly again. "You thought it through."
"Don't sound so surprised."
"I'm not," he said, finally cracking a smile. "You really are smart, even if you sell yourself short a lot of the time."
Dany smiled some and looked down. "Could you, like, you know...stay awhile, maybe?" she asked, picking at a bit of lint on her bedspread. "Like just until dinner or something, and I'll make Rhaegar order pizza and I'll drive you home? I just..."
She would have trailed off, except he cut her off first. "Of course." He moved up, so he was sitting next to her, and put an arm around her shoulders. "You don't have to tell me. I know."
Dany nodded. She was relieved and glad she'd done it, she just felt a little...vulnerable. A little raw, and the cramps getting progressively worse as the last remnants of drug faded weren't helping. She shifted so she was laying across Jon's chest, more or less, and closed her eyes as he wrapped both arms around her.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really. It's not even a thing. It just..."
He waited this time, only speaking when no more seemed forthcoming. "Sucks?"
"A little."
He gave her a squeeze and settled a little, so they were both comfortable. "I get that."
Dany flinched a little and curled up slightly as a bad cramp hit her. "Fuck, fuck fuck."
"That's how you got into this."
Dany laughed a little, although it sounded pained. Jon just held her tighter until it passed and she spoke again. "My sheets are gonna look like a crime scene tomorrow."
"Ew. TMI."
She smiled and reached up, eyes still closed, and put her hand on Jon's arm, squeezing. "I think you're my best friend, Jon."
"I think that's the drugs talking," he answered. "Sleep it off, dopey." But he was grinning like a moron.
Who: Dany Targaryen and Jon Snow
When: November 2011
Warnings: no way to slice it: this is about abortion. Avoid if you have any kind of pregnancy or abortion trigger. Also mentions of incest.
Notes: I snuck a link in here to the song this is named after. The cut text is also lyrics from it. Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brisé translates to "The princess of the street is welcome in my broken heart" which I thought was kinda sweet and pretty fitting for Dany, lol.
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur brisé
Dany gave Jon time and address, and told him that he'd need to come inside to pick her up. She didn't want to sit on the curb in a wheelchair, or be seen getting wheeled out. When the time came, she was sitting in the chair closest to the door, trying to hold her head upright. It seemed like she felt normal, but when she tried to stand she fell down, so she figured the anesthesia must still be messing with her. Whatever. She trusted Jon, he'd handle her.
"Hey." Dany felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. It took a minute for the image to coagulate into something that made sense, but she recognized Jon and smiled.
"Hey. Let's go." Her words were a little slurred, almost like being drunk, but without the buzz. What a gyp. She stood up, clutching Jon's arm for balance. Walking wasn't easy, but she at least managed to stand in one place for a second.
"Are you sure you don't want a chair, sweetie?" A nurse had bustled over when Dany wasn't looking, and she waved a hand vaguely, trying to think how to explain the situation in as few words as possible.
"I've got her," Jon said quietly, and Dany leaned against him, glad she'd called him. She'd looked up what was going to actually happen and realized she'd need help getting home. Jon had been the only person she thought of and the only person she could imagine thinking of. There was no one else she trusted this much.
Navigating the door was a slight production, but Dany made it through on legs that felt like water. Then Jon's arm was around her waist and she was able to lean on him and hold her head up. She wrapped one arm around him, curving up his back with her hand on the shoulder she was leaning on. It looked casual while giving her plenty of support, and Dany just hoped that the slack-anesthesia-face could pass for bored, with dark sunglasses over it.
"Why didn't you want a chair?" Jon asked, helping her to the curb and pouring her into a cab.
"Rhaegar," she answered, trying to make her hands cooperate long enough to dig through her purse. Jon slid into the other side of the seat and took it away from her.
"What are you looking for?"
"Wallet." She laid her head against the window of the cab and tried to think sober thoughts, closing her eyes. That made her want to sleep, so she opened them again. "Camera. Look normal. Explain. Secret."
There was a slight pause before Jon spoke. "You think someone might get a picture of you coming out of a Planned Parenthood. You wanted to look normal so you can explain it away later, because the...procedure has to be a secret."
Dany rolled her eyes and felt a little more human. "Abortion." She nodded, though. "Birth control."
"If anything happens now, you can tell your brothers you were just getting birth control."
She nodded. When she looked over, Jon was nodding slowly too. "They'll buy that. Rhaegar likes it when you're responsible about that stuff."
Dany nodded again and smiled, shifting over to lay her head on Jon's shoulder. She was pleased that he could interpret her anesthesia-failure. She dimly felt his arm come up around her shoulders, even though her body was still mostly numb.
She didn't remember falling asleep, but she was aware of waking up, and Jon speaking quietly as he gently shook her shoulder. "Hey. We're here."
Dany lifted her head and looked around. So they were, and she was feeling much more solid. She reached for her purse, then remembered. "Do you have my wallet?"
He handed it over and she paid their cab fare, then slid out. She had to clutch the door for strength while she waited for Jon, but she managed it, pushing it shut once he was out. That seemed to propel her backward more than she was expecting, but Jon was behind her, hands on her back to subtly catch her.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" she asked, turning and wrapping an arm through his, letting him guide her up to the door. The numbness wearing off made it a lot easier to walk, but it also made her more aware of the cramps. She'd had worse from periods, but then, she hadn't completely shaken off the anesthesia.
She was briefly worried about calling out when they came in the door, wondering if her voice would sound normal, but for once in his god damn life, Viserys was useful. He was standing in the hall when they stepped inside.
"Dany's home!" he called out, sorting through mail. "And her hipster friend is here!"
She heard Rhaegar calling back some confirmation. She'd been hoping at least one of them would be gone, but she didn't plan on leaving her room for awhile, so she supposed it was fine. She just rolled her eyes as she kicked off her shoes and took off the sunglasses. "Everyone who's cooler than you is not automatically a hipster, Viserys," she said, ignoring the fact that she called Jon a hipster at least twice a day.
"Why are you wearing the paparazzi glasses?" he asked as she tucked them into her purse. "It's been overcast all day."
"Some of us don't want crow's feet by the time we're twenty-four." Having sent Viserys running to the nearest mirror, she tugged on Jon's arm a little. She hadn't let go of him for the whole exchange, and he'd stood there, solid and silent. The stairs were challenging, but with his help she managed them, then led him to her room and shut the door.
Jon let her wobble across the room and turn some music on before he spoke. It wasn't loud, but enough to drown out a quiet conversation to someone passing by in the hallway. "Whose was it?" he asked, sitting down on the bed.
Dany dropped her purse on the floor and flopped onto the bed, sighing. It felt good to lay in her own bed after that. "Honestly?" She laughed a little and dragged herself up until she could sit against the headboard. Jon moved, propping a pillow behind her back. It was ridiculous and unnecessary, but it made her love him.
"I don't know," she said quietly, giving him a little smile. "Could be Drogo's. Could be Sallador Saan's. There's a very small chance it was Theon's." And a pretty reasonable chance it was Rhaegar's. "I honestly cannot say for sure, and I don't even know if that was all the options. I blacked out a couple times in that window."
Jon looked a little stunned, and Dany rubbed her hands over her face so she wouldn't have to see it. "Yeah, I know," she said.
"Hey, no judgment," he assured her, reaching out and putting a hand on her knee. "Honestly I'm glad you dealt with it, instead of just ignoring it or something. Especially if it was Theon's." He looked mildly grossed out. "That part I judge you for. What even possessed you?"
Dany laughed, a real laugh, and shoved at his hand. "We were drunk, god! And I don't know, he's kinda hot in that like, skinny Eurotrash way, you know?"
"No." Jon was shaking his head. "No, I most definitely do not know."
"Tsk, whatever." Dany rolled her eyes, but she was smiling again.
They were quiet for a minute, before Jon spoke again. "Are you gonna be able to dance, with this? I mean, I read some stuff, and it said you're not supposed to do certain stuff..."
Dany shrugged. "Not really, no. I'm not allowed strenuous physical activity until two weeks have passed and I'm not bleeding much. I'll tell my professors what's going on and they'll let me take it easy. I'll tell everyone else I'm injured. If you manage to bust an ab and your back at the same time pretty much everything else is shot, so no one'll question it."
Jon nodded slowly again. "You thought it through."
"Don't sound so surprised."
"I'm not," he said, finally cracking a smile. "You really are smart, even if you sell yourself short a lot of the time."
Dany smiled some and looked down. "Could you, like, you know...stay awhile, maybe?" she asked, picking at a bit of lint on her bedspread. "Like just until dinner or something, and I'll make Rhaegar order pizza and I'll drive you home? I just..."
She would have trailed off, except he cut her off first. "Of course." He moved up, so he was sitting next to her, and put an arm around her shoulders. "You don't have to tell me. I know."
Dany nodded. She was relieved and glad she'd done it, she just felt a little...vulnerable. A little raw, and the cramps getting progressively worse as the last remnants of drug faded weren't helping. She shifted so she was laying across Jon's chest, more or less, and closed her eyes as he wrapped both arms around her.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really. It's not even a thing. It just..."
He waited this time, only speaking when no more seemed forthcoming. "Sucks?"
"A little."
He gave her a squeeze and settled a little, so they were both comfortable. "I get that."
Dany flinched a little and curled up slightly as a bad cramp hit her. "Fuck, fuck fuck."
"That's how you got into this."
Dany laughed a little, although it sounded pained. Jon just held her tighter until it passed and she spoke again. "My sheets are gonna look like a crime scene tomorrow."
"Ew. TMI."
She smiled and reached up, eyes still closed, and put her hand on Jon's arm, squeezing. "I think you're my best friend, Jon."
"I think that's the drugs talking," he answered. "Sleep it off, dopey." But he was grinning like a moron.
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you handled a delicate subject amazingly well, bb. i really enjoyed reading this. thank you so much for sharing it. ♥