Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Donna+/Jody, Alex, Claire, past Doug/Donna
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog 102: Gasp and 1_million_words Say What Friday: "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those matter don't mind."
Word Count: 1,580
Date Written: 13 March 2018 (I was going to write this yesterday, finally got it with the idea on Sunday, but my day got completely buggered went the water ran out on me mid-shower early yesterday morning! We've scantly had running water back for three hours now, and I just noticed this morning that our lovely mod here allows for an extra 24 hours after the posting of the new challenge for life's buggerments! Thank you, dear mod!!)
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
Donna sighed as she tugged her tired, aching feet free from her work boots and tossed them into the trash can. There’d be no saving them from tonight’s monster goo, and that was still more money she was out of. She wondered yet again how Dean and Sam always seemed to have plenty of money to get whatever tools they needed, whatever clothes they needed, and go wherever they needed. She really needed to learn those boys’ secrets, but at the same time, she wasn’t altogether certain she wanted to.
Just like she knew she didn’t want to do what came next. It was a nightly ritual of hers, one of the few she hadn’t abandoned since coming to live with Jody and the girls. Yet it would be the easiest one to give up and the one she most certainly wouldn’t miss. She hated doing this. She hated weighing herself and reminding herself yet again that that single doughnut she’d allowed herself to have early this morning somehow seemed to not only have the power to keep every ounce she’d ever weighed onto her hips but to even add to it.
But she needed to do it. She needed to remember that she wasn’t just fighting monsters. She wasn’t just fighting to make the world a better place and keep those she cared about safe. She wasn’t just fighting for herself, or for Jody, or for the girls, or even for the innocents they were now saving nightly. She had a personal life to live, and in that life, she had to fight the scariest monster of them all.
Heaving another great, weary sigh, Donna leaned forward and opened the cabinet. She wondered how many other women kicked ass all day and night long and then had to face this most awful device at the end of every night. Had they learned to let it go? If they had, could she?
Donna sat up so quickly that she almost hit her head on the sink. “Kinda busy, Jody-yo,” she called back.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted to share some cheesecake with me and the girls!”
Donna closed her eyes. Dear Lord, did the woman ever know how to tempt her! Cheesecake shared with her new girlfriend and their adopted girls, shared with her new family . . . It was so tempting, but at the same time, she knew that if she ate cheesecake at this time of the night, she’d wake up to thirty new pounds in the morning.
“No thank you. I’m just going to turn in,” she called back, reaching once more into the cabinet and withdrawing the device she always hated to have to face. She looked at the device and gasped before she ever sat one toe on it. She jumped to her socked feet, grabbed the scale to her device, and rushed out of the bathroom.
Reaching the kitchen, she demanded, “Who wants to tell me why someone’s been rooting around in my stuff?!”
“I haven’t -- “ Jody started, carefully laying down the knife she’d been using to serve the cheesecake.
Even from this distance, the pie smelled delicious to Donna, but she knew better than to give in. Besides, there were more important matters at hand, like the invasion of her privacy and the destruction of her property! “I didn’t think you would have, Jody-yo.” She turned angered, narrowed eyes onto the girls. The blonde had paused her bite of cheesecake halfway to her mouth while the brunette chewed noisily. “Girls?”
“You should join us,” Alex told her from around the scrumptious dessert in her mouth. She swallowed her bite and stabbed the next with her fork. “Nobody cares what you weigh.”
Donna’s eyes flashed. Jody moved quickly to intercept her. “It was you, wasn’t it?!” Donna exclaimed hotly from around Jody’s waving arms.
“That’s enough, Donna.”
“No, it’s not! Look at what she did to my stuff!”
Claire burst out giggling. She hid her smile behind her hand and swallowed her cheesecake a little harder than she’d intended when Donna's angry eyes cut onto her.
Jody, meanwhile, was staring at the scale that had clearly been sliced with a large blade. It wasn’t about to weigh anybody tonight! She fought to keep from smiling as she, too, turned to face Alex. “Is that why you asked me all those questions about Doug today?!”
Alex shrugged a single elbow and helped herself to another slice of cheesecake. “He’s an asshole.”
“Alex! What did I tell you about that language in this household, young lady?!”
Alex waved her fork. “You also taught me to go with my gut instinct. My gut instinct told me he was an asshole, but when I heard Donna crying over her weight last night -- “
“You were?” Jody asked, instantly looking back up at Donna as her concern replaced her anger.
Donna lowered her eyes and started to blush. “She was,” Alex answered for her, “and any man who makes a woman cry because she weighs a little too much is an asshole.”
Silence reigned in the kitchen for a good minute. Claire’s big, blue eyes nervously darted back and forth between the adults and Alex. They had a good thing going here, and she didn’t want to see it ruined. “She’s right, you know,” she finally said at length.
“They are right, Donna -- “ Jody said gently.
“But what about my stuff?! What about my privacy?! Are you going to buy me a new scale?” she demanded of Alex.
The teenager shrugged. “I’ll lift you one -- “
“ -- but only if you promise you won’t be crying over it and letting it dictate your life. He’s still got a hold on you, Donna. You know that, right?” she asked, her dark eyes lifting to Donna’s teary orbs. “That’s why you keep weighing yourself every day and night.”
“I just want to be healthy,” Donna grumbled, feeling her embarrassment heat her cheeks.
“As long as you’re able to keep up with us and kick the ass of every monster you come across,” Alex responded with a shrug, “I’d say you’re healthy enough.”
“You both have a point,” Jody said, taking command. “Alex, you shouldn’t have gone into Donna’s room without her permission. You shouldn’t have destroyed her stuff -- “
“But -- “
“No buts, young lady. There are better ways to make yourself heard than by cutting things.” Jody’s eyes narrowed at her, and she hushed and lowered her head a little.
“But, Donna,” Jody continued, turning back to her girlfriend and partner, “Alex has a point too. She was trying to make you see how you’re still allowing Doug to hurt and control you. She should have used her words, not her weapons, but she’s still learning how to do that. The bottom line is: She cares. She’s concerned that you’re still letting Doug do this to you, and she has a right to be concerned. If we don’t care about each other, we don’t stand a hootie hoot chance, as you’d say, of caring about others enough to save them.”
“You are a strong, beautiful woman,” she declared, searching to make eye contact with Donna and finally succeeding. “You don’t need a man to tell you that. You don’t need me to tell you that. You should be able to look in the window, see a woman who has saved countless lives already in our new lives as hunters, and recognize yourself as beautiful, proud, and strong. You’re a hero, Donna. You don’t need a stupid scale to tell you how much you matter -- and speaking of things that matter, those who mind your few extra pounds, or anything else they think is wrong with you just because it’s different from how they might want you to be, don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. We,” she gestured with a hand to encompass herself and both girls, “love you just the way you are.”
“I didn’t say I loved anybody,” Alex grumbled.
“Hush,” Jody commanded out of the corner of her mouth. “Lastly, you want me to tell you what you should do with this? This is what you should do with it!” Before Donna could stop her, Jody grabbed the scale out of her hands, walked over, and threw it hard into the kitchen trash can. Cheers erupted from the table.
“Now sit down and eat some damn cheesecake!”
“I’ll put a quarter in the jar tomorrow,” the girl said, grinning between mouthfuls, “but it’s worth it!” She gestured with her fork to the only chair at the table that didn’t have a saucer of cheesecake sitting in front of it. “We kicked butt tonight! It’s time to celebrate!”
“Gosh!” Donna exclaimed, still blushing as she looked around her at her new family. “I guess you do have a point.”
“Yes, she does, and I do,” Jody said, placing gently hands on her shoulders and steering her toward the table, “and you’re going to listen to us, sit down, hush, and enjoy yourself!”
“Yes, ma’am.” Donna said the words jokingly but with a grin she felt. She’d never been this loved before in all her life! Cheesecake at midnight couldn’t hurt for just one night. She could always start her diet again tomorrow, and she would, but for altogether different reasons. She didn’t have to deny herself everything. She had a family who loved her, but she wanted to be with them for a very long time to come.