BurnedAtTheStake

Wednesday's child is full of Woe.

[secretlyawitch]

Hi! Could you please put your fics behind a "read more"? It's a LOT to scroll past in the tags... Thank you, and keep writing!

Hi there! I didn't even know that was a thing. I did some research and I hope I did it correctly. Please let me know and thank you for the tip :)

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall

Pairing: Yolanda Garcia/ Trinity Santos

Summary: Life was going well for Trinity Santos. By burying the hatchet with Langdon, being in a healthy and steady relationship with Yolanda and almost being done with her 3rd year Residency, she can say with all honesty that she is the happiest she has been in a long time.

But will a familiar face from her past showing up at the ED cause the downfall of Trinity Santos...again?

Warnings: Past Child Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Panic Attacks, Language, Depictions of Violence

Chapter 7

Trinity opens her eyes groggily, trying to get them to focus and remember what happened. Her whole body aches, as if she was hit by a thousand pound truck. A little noise leaves the back of her throat, her whole mouth feeling like sandpaper, when she feels a presence next to her and a cold, soft hand against her own.

"Hey there pretty girl," Yolanda says while squeezing her hand. "How are you feeling?"

"What happened?" Trinity manages to say weakly.

"What do you remember?" Yolanda opted to ask instead of answering immediately. Santos looks around and realises she is in one of the hospital rooms, no longer in the ED. She is in her scrub pants and the T- Shirt she wore underneath her scrub top. She has an IV drip going into the top of her hand. She glances at what she assumes is a saline drip with electrolytes. Dehydrated. Thank fuck. She was just dehydrated, that's all.

"Just looking for Dana, then someone yelling to page you. Was I that dehydrated?" She looks at Yolanda, but something about her expression tells her that there is more to the story than she thinks.

"You suffered from a severe anxiety attack Trin, I had to give you an injection to calm you down-"

"You sedated me?" Trinity cuts Yolanda off, her eyes widening and heart racing. "No, no absolutely not. This cannot be happening, especially at work. People are going to think I am crazy and that I can't handle being a doc-"

"Trin, you need to breathe for me please. No one knows exactly what happened, and those that do know, you can trust." Yolanda places her hand flat on Trinity's chest, trying to get her to calm down.

"Who-Who knows?"

"Perlah, Princess, Doctor King and me. I told all of them to leave and keep their mouths shut when they finished helping me. They won't say anything, I made it very clear." Yolanda says, her voice hardening ever so slightly.

"You don't know Mel, she is like a little deer in headlights. She'll fold immediately under any sort if pressure, and we can't blame her either." Trinity had grown fond of Mel over the last year. She is glad it was only her, Perlah and Princess that saw her at her worst, the two nurses like mothers to her besides Dana. What does this mean for her? She has done so well and she was actually proud of herself for how far she has come, is one person from her past showing up really going to ruin her? Again?

"What are you thinking about?" Trinity startles at Yolanda's voice, almost forgetting she's there.

"What if I can't handle this? What if I can't be a doctor anymore?" Trinity is crying now, still a bit drowsy from the sedative. She pulls her hand away from Yolanda's grip to wipe away at the tears. "These goddamn tears, can it just stop for a fucking second!" She is wiping so hard it feels like her cheeks might bruise. "And they paged you when I know you were busy in surgery cause we sent the construction worker up not even an hour earlier, I am keeping you from doing your job that you are so amazing at and people are going to start asking questions. I don't want to be the reason you lose or resent your job-"

Trinity's rant is cut short by soft lips pressing against hers. She freezes ever so slightly but almost immediately melts into the kiss, lifting her hand to cup the back of Yolanda's neck and pull her closer.

"Don't ever think like that. You are the most important person in my life and my top priority, surgery comes second. We are going to get through this together." Yolanda leans in again, kissing Trinity so softly like she is the most precious thing in the world.

"I don't think I will be able to do this alone." Trinity admits against Yolanda's lips. As they pull away Yolanda is looking at her with confusion lacing her features.

"You won't, I am right here and-"

"No, I meant us. I- think I'm going to need someone professional to help..." Trinity confesses softly, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Realisation dawns on Yolanda as her eyes soften.

"Like a therapist?" She asks in almost a whisper.

"Maybe something more serious." Yolanda immediately takes Trinity's hands in her own, nodding softly.

"We will find someone for you. I will start researching and looking at reviews. I know a couple doctors here who can give me some input if you want? Or would you prefer choosing someone yourself?" Yolanda asks squeezing her hand.

"We can find someone together, I just don't want other people to know about it." Trinity says, almost shamefully. Yolanda immediately notices and lifts her hands to cup Trinity's cheek, lifting her face to look her in the eyes.

"I am so proud of you." It's all Yolanda has to say before Trinity bursts out in tears. Yolanda gets on the bed and pulls her head onto her chest, rocking her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. "You made a med student cry?" Trinity asks with sniff and a small chuckle. Yolanda smiles softly.

"He was testing my patience the whole week. I am surprised I even allowed it to go on for so long."

"What did he do?" Trinity is tracing small circles on Yolanda's arm, watching as goosebumps appeared.

"He's arrogant, acting like he knows everything and almost causing a patient to code by ignoring my instructions and doing what he was apparently taught at med school. The moment your name left his lips I had enough, so I told him to get his smartass out of my OR. I don't remember exactly what I told him when I confronted him afterwards but apparently they found him crying in the on call room. Walsh asked me to apologise"

"Did you?"

"I told him to wash his face, review what needs to be done during the repair of a ruptured appendix and scrub in during the scheduled appendectomy." Yolanda sighs softly, kissing the top of Trinity's head.

"That is your way of apologising, he'll get used to it." Trinity chuckles. "You don't have to get in trouble to defend me Yo,"

"No one will talk negatively about you, especially in front of me." Yolanda says sternly.

"Thank you." Trinity leans up to kiss Yolanda before settling into her chest again.

Yolanda rubs Trinity's back until she feels her breath even out. She was also starting to dose off before a knock on the door startles her awake, she sighs annoyed and slowly gets up, trying not to wake the sleeping woman next to her. She opens the door with fury in her eyes to find Robby on the other side.

"How's she doing?"

"Sleeping." Yolanda answers curtly, looking at Robby expectingly.

"Good, she needs the rest. I want her to go through a psych eval before-"

"She doesn't need you to tell her what to do, we are working on it. How do you even know about this?" Yolanda interrupts. Crossing her arms over her chest.

"Dr King told me, very little but I put two and two together." Of course, Trinity called it. She tries not to get angry at the little deer, replaying Trinity's words. She sighs loudly through her nose. "She will be fine. She is getting the help she needs, I am making sure of it."

"Yolanda, I know you are, but right now it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of not only Santos, but other doctors and patients-"

"She has never allowed her work to falter—not once. She is an extraordinary doctor, she fiercely prioritizes her patients and their wellbeing above all else. You will not dare to question her abilities; you have no right to challenge her skills. What happened to her has only sharpened her focus and heightened her observance. You cannot diminish what she’s worked so hard to accomplish." Yolanda finishes sharply. "She is already doing better by just admitting that she needs help, and we are busy looking at professional help for her. The ED is her second home, she needs this in order to heal. Do not take this away from her Robinavitch, otherwise you will have to deal with me and I will make your life a living hell." Yolanda doesn't wait for a response before she is entering the room again and shutting the door in his face.

Deep down Yolanda knows that she is in no position to tell Robby what to do, but what she does know is that she will fight tooth and nail for Trinity, and that is enough.

She will not let Ronnie Allan be the downfall of Trinity Santos, not again.

[secretlyawitch]

I firmly believe that Garcia got her ass handed to her by one of her superiors upstairs because of a mistake that one of the Pittlings made and that is why she is so mean to everyone in the last episode, especially her interaction with Javadi. The way she says "Doctor Shamsi will be operating", her voice wavering slightly? That is NOT how Doctor Yolanda Garcia talks.

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall

Pairing: Yolanda Garcia/ Trinity Santos

Summary: Life was going well for Trinity Santos. By burying the hatchet with Langdon, being in a healthy and steady relationship with Yolanda and almost being done with her 3rd year Residency, she can say with all honesty that she is the happiest she has been in a long time.

But will a familiar face from her past showing up at the ED cause the downfall of Trinity Santos...again?

Warnings: Past Child Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Panic Attacks, Language, Depictions of Violence

Chapter 6

Trinity jerked awake, beads of sweat accumulating on her forehead, heart racing. She panics as she realizes she cannot move. She tries to break free from whatever is holding her down, unable to use her voice, only little mumbles coming out. She feels the weight from around her being lifted, a warm palm being placed on her cheek, wiping away the tears.

"Shh, it's only me. You're safe." She grips at Yolanda's wrist, breath evening out. The panic attacks have become less severe and less frequent, but still haven't disappeared completely. Once she catches her breath and becomes aware of her surroundings, she lays her head on Yolanda's chest, the feeling of fingers running through her hair calming her even more. She takes a moment to just listen to the beat of Yolanda's heart, realizing that today is going to be her first shift back after everything that has happened. She already had a feeling that everyone knew who the patient was and what happened, considering the messages she got from her frien- colleagues- weren't vague at all.

"Do they know?" She askes softly into Yolanda's chest.

"Who baby?" Yolanda asked, genuinely confused.

"People from the ED, or basically the whole Hospital. Do they know who he was and what he did?" She feels Yolanda tense up, her breathing stopping for a moment too long. Trinity only asked to try and put her mind at ease but considering Yolanda's reaction she immediately sits up, looking at Yolanda in disbelief. Yolanda avoids eye contact, her mouth opening and closing, trying to figure out what to say.

"Yolanda..." she hates hearing Trinity use her full name, it sounding almost foreign compared to the sweet nicknames she usually gets called.

"Look at me, do they know?" Trinity is sitting up, legs and arms crossed, regarding Yolanda with raised eyebrows.

"Yes..."

"How?!" Trinity almost yells. She is standing infront of the bed now, arms stretched out with her palms facing up in front of her in an exaggerated manner.

"Walsh told me a med student looked him up on the internet after seeing your reaction, and some old news articles came up. You were named in a couple of them." Yolanda finishes quietly, finally looking up at Trinity.

Trinity scoffs in disbelief and crosses her arms again, turning her body away from Yolanda.

"And were you ever going to tell me?" Trinity shakes her head at the silence that follows. She knows she shouldn't be angry at Yolanda, but she has always struggled with directing her emotions to the people that actually deserve it. She usually takes it out on people she feels safe with. Instead of voicing any of this, she turns and starts grabbing clothes out of the closet.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I have to go grab some things from my apartment before work." She turns and makes her way to the bathroom.

"Trin, please. Let me get ready and we can stop by your apartment on the way? We can pick Dennis up too." Yolanda tries to reason. She is also standing now, reaching out to grab Trinity's hand. She allows it which surprises Yolanda. She feels a light squeeze.

"I'm not mad at you, Yo. I just need some time alone before the shift. I will see you at work okay?" Trinity leans in and kisses her softly. Yolanda only nods reluctantly.

When Trinity gets out of the shower she sees Yolanda in the kitchen. She hands her a lunch bag and a flask of warm coffee. Trinity almost gives up on her plans but knows that she needs to get into a proper headspace before getting to the Hospital.

"Your uber will be here in 15 minutes."

Trinity knew Yolana will never allow her to walk. She walks over to her and kisses the worry line from her forehead and wraps her arms around her waist.

"I will see you at work okay? Try and be nice to the people today." Trinity smiles softly.

"I can't promise anything, especially with Ogilvie-" Yolanda immediately shuts her mouth, realizing her mistake.

"So it was him?" Trinity doesn't pull away from Yolanda, studying the frown on her face. "Please don't murder a med student. You won't do well in prison."

"I would thrive in prison thank you very much, and I will try and restrain myself."

"Mmh you're too much of a neat freak. I mean your surgical text books are alphabetical and size assorted, that's a talent." She smile and leans in to kiss Yolanda, her hands tightening around her waist. Yolanda reaches up to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss. Trinity smiles as Yolanda moans into her mouth. They break apart when her phone dings. She rolls her eyes at the intrusion.

"Your uber is here."

Trinity smiles and kisses her one more time, grabbing the lunch bag and backpack, shoots a smile over her shoulder and makes her way to the elevator. As soon as she is alone and distraction free, her mind starts to race again. The peace was good while it lasted.

She finds Dennis making breakfast when she enters the apartment. He looks up confused but is interrupted before he can say or ask anything.

"Just grabbing my nametag huckleberry, the uber is waiting for me downstairs." Trinity quickly mentions as she walks into her room.

"Your shift doesn't start for another hour-"

"Better to get there early considering I missed a couple days. See ya." The door shuts before Trinity could see the worried look on his face.

Trinity thanks the Uber driver and gets out of the car. She stares at the entrance, her nerves almost getting the upper hand, wanting her to turn around and go back home. She shakes off the feeling and heads inside. She is greeted by Ellis at the nurses station.

"Doctor Santos, good to have you back. You're early though." Ellis says, tapping Santos on the shoulder.

"Good to be back. Thought I should get an early start in case I missed something."

"I get you. Hey I have an interesting case of a foreign object where a foreign object should not be, wanna join?"

"Obviously." Santos chuckles as she follows Ellis. The rest of day shift slowly starts showing up, relieving nightshift. Ellis handed her a KitKat with a "call me if you need me" note attached. She appreciates Ellis for knowing how to be discreet and never pushing her to talk.

It's almost 4 hours into her shift when a trauma was called in. Construction worker versus rogue jackhammer. Multiple stab wounds in both his feet, lack of safety boots very evident. As she was busy assessing the damage, a familiar voice grabs her attention.

"What do we have Odds?" She looks up. Garcia sends her a quick wink and immediately goes back to assessing the damage. As she was busy Ogilvie enters frantically.

"Sorry I'm late, I was-"

"Too late Beanstalk, initial assessment is done. Surgery is a go. Prep him for transfer to the OR." Garcia interrupts as she takes her gloves off and pushes past him, sending a death threatening glare his way.

"Would this be the second med student you have bursting into tears today Yolanda? I heard about the poor soul who endured your wrath upstairs." Robby asks, slight amusement in his voice.

"I don't tolerate incompetence Robinavitch." She says as she exits the trauma room.

Everyone is quiet, Santos not even bothering to hide her smile. She removes her gloves as they wheel the patient out, and heads to a computer to continue with charting.

"Excuse me Doctor Santos." She braces herself as she turns in her chair.

"How can I help you Ogilvie?" Santos stands up and crosses her arms.

"I wanted to apologise for being late, and for looking you and that other patient, Ronnie, up-" Santos holds up her palm to stop him.

"If you are not presenting a case or querying about a patient, it's best for you to stay out of my way." She turns around and walks away. She sees Whitaker in her peripheral vision making his way to Ogilvie, but she doesn't stick around to hear what he says. She doesn't even know where she is going, she just needed to leave his general vicinity. She decides to check on a patient that came in earlier with a possible concussion. A 23 year old college student who tripped down the stairs running late for class.

She slides open the curtain to see Mckay already there. She gives her a tight lipped smile and goes over to the computer.

"Has the CT results been uploaded yet?" Santos asked, while checking the computer, not trusting herself with any unnecessary silence.

"Yes, mTBI. Relative Rest, limited screen time, Sleep and Acetaminophen for the first 24 hours followed by gradual activity and return to normal activities such as school after 48 hours. So Anthony, I will print out these instructions for you, but please don't cacoon yourself in a dark room for long okay?"

Anthony just smiles and nods shyly. Santos mimics his nod and makes her way out, McKay following behind.

"Hey, are you still doing okay? I know that's a stupid question. "

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks." Santos breaths out, fiddling with the stethoscope around her neck, looking everywhere except at Mckay.

"Okay, I won't push. Just so you know I accidentally bumped his leg more than once while checking on him, and Walsh went very light on the pain meds." McKay gives a small smile as she walks away. Santos could feel her eyes stinging. She knows she needs to find Dana or Whitaker because they are the only two people besides Garcia that can calm her down. She spots Whitaker busy in a Trauma, pre occupied with trying to stop a bleed so he is out. She spots Doctor King and makes her way over.

"Hey have you seen Dana?" She flinches as she hears the crack in her voice.

"Oh she's with a sexual assault patient. She is still the the only SANE nurse besides Emma, but she's nightshift." King explains softly. She finally looks up at Santos, her eyes immediately lacing with concern at the free flowing tear falling down her face.

No, no. Not here. Not now Santos. Get your shit together. Her chest tightens and she can barely breathe. She tries to walk away but it feels like she is frozen in place. She can faintly hear King call Perlah and Princess before she feels soft hands guide her to the bathroom, an empty room not available. The world spins and it feels like she is walking on Jello. She hears voices but cannot make out any coherent words. She falls to the floor and immediately backs up against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. She tries to ground herself and keep herself in this reality, but she hears one last sentence before she slips.

"Page Doctor Garcia now!"

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall- Update.

Hi guys. I know there hasn't been a chapter in a while and I am sorry for that. I got a dm that the way I am writing Yolanda is too OOC and not accurate and it has made me question the previous chapters and put a stunt in what I had planned. I am trying to not let it affect me and continue with my original plan but each time I type something I delete it because I feel it isn't correct. I wanted Yolanda to be in character considering they are heading back to work soon. Hopefully I will get the next chapter done in the following 24 hours. Thank you guys so much for understanding.

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall

Pairing: Yolanda Garcia/ Trinity Santos

Summary: Life was going well for Trinity Santos. By burying the hatchet with Langdon, being in a healthy and steady relationship with Yolanda and almost being done with her 3rd year Residency, she can say with all honesty that she is the happiest she has been in a long time.

But will a familiar face from her past showing up at the ED cause the downfall of Trinity Santos...again?

Warnings: Past Child Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Panic Attacks, Language, Depictions of Violence

Chapter 5

Yolanda pulled into an empty parking space. She took a second to look in the mirror before unbuckling her seatbelt and making her way to reception.

"Dr Garcia! What can I do for my favourite stoic surgeon?" The receptionist greeted kindly. Not a lot of people knew that Yolanda used to work at Westbridge. She has always been good at keeping her life closed off from those around her.

"Hi Janine. I am here to visit a patient that was transferred from PTMC yesterday. Ronnie Allan."

Janine proceeds to type the name into the computer. It takes minute to load, Yolanda looks around at the familiar hospital. Not much has changed since she has last been here.

"Ah! There we go. Second floor Room B12. Was he your patient before coming here? I can always call Doctor Fernández if you want to discuss-"

"No, thank you." Yolanda's gaze doesn't waver, her strong presence always finding a way to make other people stay quiet and listen. "I was in surgery when he came in and got transferred, I didn't get to see him before the paramedics took him."

"Oh so you know him personally?" Janine exclaims like pieces of a missing puzzle fell into place in her head. She has always been a sweet lady.

"Something like that." Yolanda answers with her lips pressed in a thin line, trying but failing to mimic a smile.

"Oki doki you can make your way up Dr Garcia. B12!" Yolanda just nods and goes to the elevator. She notices the tremble in her hands as she reaches out to press the button for the second floor. It confuses her because she is far from nervous. Yolanda Garcia doesn't get nervous. She tries to pinpoint what could've cause the tremors but was interrupted by the elevator door opening. She steps out and walks down the hall with the confidence of someone who knows who they are and where they belong.

She stops in front of room B12. The door is closed. She does nothing but stare at the white door in front of her.

Wrath.

That is what the feeling inside her chest is. That is what's causing her hands to shake. Yolanda steps back and takes a deep breath. She needs to be in complete control and not let her emotions take over. She does the same breathing technique she uses when she scrubs in on a difficult surgery and the tremble dissipates slowly. She reaches out and turns the handle, the door squeaks when opening. She looks at him just laying there, leg bandaged and propped up, eyes focused on the little TV screen above his bed. Yolanda feels her whole body flush with disgust. Control. Stay in control.

"Mr Allan. I'm the surgeon that was originally assigned to you at PTMC. How are you feeling?" Yolanda says while striding into the room

"Oh...Hi Doc. I'm feeling much better. They got me on the good stuff here. I swear I only got a Tylenol at PTMC even after telling your people I am in excruciating pain." He lets out a sarcastic laugh.

"Hm," Yolanda makes a mental note to ask Walsh about about this since both of them are well known for making sure their patients are as comfortable as possible.

"Sorry Doctor, you said you were from PTMC, why are you here? Is something wrong." Ronnie asks with his brows furrowed.

"Oh no Mr Allan, I just heard that I missed having a celebrity as a patient, retired Olympic Gymnast and established coach, right?"

Ronnie barks out a laugh.

"So you've heard of me? Well I am honoured that a surgeon came all the way here just to meet me." He holds out his hand to shake hers. She just stares at it and looks back up at him. He retracts his hand with a tight smile on his lips.

"As for your question, yes! 1 bronze and 2 silver medals, although one should have been a gold. Judges and their vendettas..." he laughs lightly. Yolanda's expression has not changed. Stone cold and eyes focused solely on his, leaning slightly against the wall with her arms crossed. She takes a look at the IV drip he has on, recognises the antibiotics and morphine bags. She thinks how easy it will be for her to draw up a syringe at PTMC, come back here and push it into his veins. Cardiac Arrest. Nothing will show up on the tox screen.

No.

She is not like him. She is not a monster. Her hands are designed to save lives, not take them.

"Uh yeah and voted best coach in 4 different competitions. So I'm really not surprised you know me." He chuckles. Yolanda finally breaks the icy stare, her eyes moving back and forth between his. She smiles, not sincerely. Cold. Tight. Calculated.

"All those credentials and you forgot to mention the most important one..." she leans up from the wall, uncrosses her arms and slowly walks towards the door. She shuts is with a quiet thud, clicking the lock into place, mimicking the same thing he did to countless survivors- to Trinity so many times. She turns and walks back to the bed, grabbing the emergency call button and placing it back onto it's designated spot on the wall behind the bed. She regards Ronnie, her eyes darkening with pure hatred.

"...Rapist."

Ronnie's eyes widen so much they almost bulge out of their sockets. His heart rate picks up with at least 20 beats, indicated by the monitor. Yolanda rips off the pulse oximeter from his finger and discards it across the bed.

"I-"

"Shut up. You will listen and you will not interrupt me. Do you understand?" Yolanda demands, her voice eerily calm. She leans down on the top of his leg with her palm right where the fracture is. Ronnie wants to yell out but a hand slapping over his mouth muffles his attempt.

"Nod if you understand me, Ronnie." He nods frantically as Yolanda removes the weight from his leg.

"You know, they say that every life has a purpose. But some lives? They’re just a series of mistakes wrapped in a delusion of grandeur. You’ve played your hand, and now the game is over. All those choices you made, the pain you inflicted—what did you think it would lead to?" Yolanda reaches up to inspect the IV medication, tracing the IV line all the way back to where the needle is inserted in his arm.

"Imagine, for a moment, a world without you. What if I told you that I could make that happen? You could simply disappear, and no one would ever question it. Just another unsolved mystery, another ghost in the shadows. The pain you’ve caused? It would fade, and the lives you’ve shattered would begin to heal."

Yolanda retracts her hand to grab the pulse oximeter and slips is back onto his finger, the rapid beeping filling the silence almost immediately. Yolanda lets out a humourless chuckle. Her face turning back into a stone cold stare. She lowers her head close to his ear.

"This isn’t a threat; it’s a promise. You have the chance to walk away, to leave this all behind, to vanish and never show your face in or near Pittsburgh again. But you need to understand: if you stay, the consequences will be severe. You will lose everything." She finishes in a whisper. She straightens and makes her way back to the door, unlocks it but stops just before exiting.

"Oh and Ronnie, say hi to your son for me." The door shuts behind her, the rapid beeping fading into the distance as she walks away.

Yolanda has never felt such a big weight being lifted from her shoulders before. She knows that her message was received loud and clear if his heart rate was any indication. She wishes she could have done more, make him suffer the pain he has caused others, watch him squirm and beg for mercy.

She isn't an evil person. Yes, she can be rude, angry and anti- social. Yes, she does not express her feelings which make her seem like a psychopath, but deep down Yolanda Garcia has the heart of Gold, with an extra soft spot for the people she loves. So she will not risk throwing away her life for someone less important than a speck of dirt on this Earth. He doesn't deserve any more of her time than what she has already given him.

She sits in her car, gathering her thoughts when a familiar sound echoes in her ears. She picks up her phone and opens the message she just received.

Trin❤️

Hi there pretty lady. I know you're probably busy but I was wondering when you will be back? I miss you. Huckleberry's hungry and wants to go get something to eat. Should he pick something up for you?

Yolanda smiles at her phone, quickly pressing the call button. It only rings once before she hears the soft voice she fell in love with.

"Hi..." Trinity answers softly.

"Hi my love. Are you doing okay? Is Dennis still there?"

"Yeah but he wants to go get some food. Did you read your message?" Yolanda just chuckles at the hint of annoyance in her voice.

"I did, that's why I called. I will stop and pick something up, I don't want you to be alone right now. What would you like to eat? And ask farmboy for his order too. You can text it to me." Yolanda states as she starts the car.

"Can I have some of that Ramen from that place we like?" Trinity asks sheepishly "I know it's not on your way back from the hospital so you don't have to-"

"One order of Ramen on the way. Do you want it spicy this time." Yolanda interrups before Trinity could finish.

"Yes please." Yolanda could hear the smile in her voice. "You can get Dennis the same thing but no spice, I am not in the mood to take him to the ED with his white boy tastebuds."

Yolanda lets out the first genuine laugh since yesterday. She hears a little chuckle from Trinity as well. They hang up after a quick goodbye and Yolanda makes her way to the restaurant.

She thinks back on the last 48 hours. It's time for her focus to be a 100% on Trinity, to help her heal from everything she has endured. And then maybe she could start on her own journey.

As long as they have each other, they will be more than okay.

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall

Pairing: Yolanda Garcia/ Trinity Santos

Summary: Life was going well for Trinity Santos. By burying the hatchet with Langdon, being in a healthy and steady relationship with Yolanda and almost being done with her 3rd year Residency, she can say with all honesty that she is the happiest she has been in a long time.

But will a familiar face from her past showing up at the ED cause the downfall of Trinity Santos...again?

Warnings: Past Child Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Panic Attacks, Language, Depictions of Violence

Chapter 4

Trinity was still sound asleep next to her when Yolanda jerked awake, thankful that she got a couple hours of sleep. She glances at the digital clock on her bedside, the time reading 06:24. She grabs her phone and sees a text from Dennis that he has landed and on his way to their apartment around 01:30, asking if he can come over later today. That is what must have woken her up. She sends a quick text back confirming a time.

She looks at Trinity, her face so peaceful while sleeping. She wishes she can keep her like this forever. She kisses her forehead, trying not to wake her up. Seeing that she is still asleep, Yolanda slips out of bed. Trinity hasn't eaten anything except the couple bites of Alfredo yesterday, which she inevitably threw back up. Yolanda knows Trinity doesn't eat when she is upset, but she has to try and get something in her stomach.

She stores the soup of yesterday in some tupperware and glances inside the fridge, opting to make a fruit and granola bowl with greek yogurt for Trinity and herself.

She heard stirring in the room, a small smile forming before she can stop it. It didn't last long as she realised that Trinity was crying, whimpers coming from the room. She immediately rushed in and kneeled at the bedside. Trinity is thrashing, her face twisted in pain, eyes darting frantically underneath her eyelids. Yolanda places both her palms on Trinity's cheek, trying not to startle her. Trinity's eyes shoot open, trying to take in her surroundings.

"No! No! Get away from me!" She shouts as she pushes Yolanda backwards, her arm hitting the bedside table as she goes down. Yolanda gasps in surprise but doesn't stay down for long.

"Trin, it's me, Yolanda. You are safe. You are in my apartment, in bed. You just woke up. Barney is next to you. It's just me here. No one else." Yolanda keeps her voice steady and calm, not daring to reach out again.

Trinity blinks and everything seems to click in place. Her eyes searching Yolanda's finding nothing but love and patience. She takes a deep breath looking at Yolanda who is kneeling on the floor.

"Yo...did- did I hurt you?" Trinity asks shakily, her voice small and uncertain.

"No my love. I am fine. How are you, does something hurt?" Yolanda shoots down Trinity's concern immediately. She gets up slowly and sits on the bed, still keeping her hands to herself. She jerks back in surprise as Trinity wraps her arms around her shoulders, enveloping her in a bone crushing hug. She is breathing deeply but not crying. Yolanda wraps her arms around her waist, nuzzling her nose in Trinity's neck.

"I am here baby, right here." Yolanda reassures softly. Trinity pulls back first, looking at Yolanda as if searching for something.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you? I- I thought you were him..." she whispers. Yolanda keeps her hands in her own.

"I am sure Trin, you didn't hurt me." She leans in ever so slightly, her eyes staying on Trinity's trying to convince her that she is fine. Trinity just nods slightly, leaning forward and placing her lips on Yolanda's. It is slow and Trinity melts into the kiss. She reluctantly pulls away, but keeps her eyes on Yolanda.

"I love you."

"I love you, Trin." Yolanda almost tears up as she says it back, but keeps her composure.

"Do you think you will be able to eat something? I made my famous granola bowl that you like so much." Yolanda asks softly, brushing her thumb over Trinity's knuckles.

"I'll try..." she whispers. Yolanda smiles and helps Trinity up from the bed. They make their way to the kitchen. Yolanda grabs the 2 bowls from the fridge while Trinity goes to grab the spoons and honey.

"Hey, you sit down. I will get everything." Yolanda scolds jokingly.

"It's fine Yo, I want to help."

They take a seat next to each other, Yolanda taking a big bite from her yogurt. She hasn't realised how hungry she actually is, also having only eaten half a wrap yesterday. She watches silently as Trinity takes small experimental bites from hers. Their eyes meet and Trinity smiles apologetically.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this. You didn't even have time to relax before all this shit took place." She sighs loudly, going back to pushing the granola around with her spoon. Yolanda looks up at her with a mix of confusion and sadness. She reaches out her hand and firmly holds Trinity's face.

"I will do anything for you." Staring into Trinity's eyes. Their moment was cut short by a ding from Yolanda's phone. She reluctantly releases Trinity and grabs her phone.

"It's Whitaker, he's gonna be here in 10 minutes." Yolanda reads while typing back.

"Does he know?" Trinity asks

"As much as I told him, which isn't a lot. Just that something happened in the ED and you are here with me. Are you ready to see him? I can text to cancel."

"It's fine, he is one of the only men I trust." Trinity says, voice wavering slightly. Her brows furrow like she wants to ask something.

"Whats wrong?" Concern evident in Yolanda's voice.

"Where is my phone? I haven't seen it since yesterday." Yolanda releases a breath she doesn't realize she was holding in, relief washing over her.

"It's charging on my desk, should I get it for you?"

Trinity nods slightly, still playing around with the granola. She probably took about 3 small bites but that is a success in Yolanda's opinion. Anything she keeps down is good. Yolanda puts het empty bowl in the sink and goes to the room, grabbing Trinity's phone and hands it to her.

Trinity's breath hitches in surprise as she unlocks it. "Holy shit..."

"Hmm?" Yolanda hums, looking back from washing her dishes.

"I have like a 100 messages, all from people in the ED." She says as she scrolls through everything.

"We care about you Trin, all of us." Yolanda dries her hands and makes her way to Trinity. She wraps her arms around her as she is seated at the kitchen table. Trinity leans her head against Yolanda's chest. They stay like that until a knock at the door forces them apart.

Yolanda walks over to the door and greets a worry filled Dennis at the door.

"She is in the kitchen." Yolanda follows behind as Dennis slowly approaches Trinity. As soon as Trinity's eyes meets Dennis, she breaks down and hugs him tightly. He hugs back and whispers something in her ear.

"I am going to take a shower while you guys talk." She walks over to Trinity and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Will you be okay?" She whispers softly, only hesitating slightly at the little nod from Trinity. She pulls away and nods curtly at Dennis before disappearing into the bathroom.

As soon as she closes the door behind her, her walls tumble. She breaks down crying, sliding down with her back against the door. Yolanda Garcia is not someone that cries. She has become an expert at compartmentalising, but seeing a person that she loves be in so much distress and emotional pain breaks something inside her. She clasps her hand over her mouth in order to keep her sobs quiet, not wanting Trinity or Whitaker to hear. She takes a couple deep breaths and pulls herself together enough to shower and get dressed. She pulls her purple scrub top over her head, ties her hair up in a bun and brushes her teeth.

When she comes out she sees that the dishes have been cleared, knowing the remainder of Trinity's breakfast is probably in the fridge. When Trinity looks up her frown deepens and eyebrows furrows together, eyes looking over Yolanda's uniform.

"You have work?" Trinity asks softly. Concern flickering in her eyes. Yolanda makes her way to Trinity and kisses her softly.

"I just have to go and take care of something really quickly. I will be back before you know it. Dennis is here and will call me if anything happens." Yolanda kisses Trinity again, for good measure. Her and Dennis exchanges knowing looks. She grabs her backpack and types in the location on her phone, the elevator doors closing with a ding.

Westbridge Hospital: ETA 17 minutes.

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall

Pairing- Yolanda Garcia/ Trinity Santos

Summary: Life was going well for Trinity Santos. By burying the hatchet with Langdon, being in a healthy and steady relationship with Yolanda and almost being done with her 3rd year Residency, she can say with all honesty that she is the happiest she has been in a long time.

But will a familiar face from her past showing up at the ED cause the downfall of Trinity Santos...again?

Warnings: Past Child Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Panic Attacks, Language, Depictions of Violence

Chapter 3

It took some time to get Trinity out of the hospital and into her car parked in the gargage of PTMC, because as soon as they stepped out of the hospital room all eyes were on them. Yolanda knew that was the last thing that Trinity needed so she took her the long and quieter route. Walsh had sent an intern down to drop off her bag containing her car keys so she had one less thing to worry about.

Once she got Trinity settled and buckled in, she climbed into the driver seat and shifted into reverse. She spared a glance at Trinity, her eyes cast downward to her hands on her lap, picking at the skin. Yolanda instinctively reached out but retracted her hand immediately when she saw Trinity flinch.

"I'm sorry." Trinity apologised just above a whisper. The sound of her scared voice breaking Yolanda's heart.

"Hey no apologies Trin. This is not your fault." Yolanda reassured, not risking to reach out again. She saw Trinity's bottom lip quivering, her eyes glossing over with fresh tears. The picking of the skin around her nails only worsening. Yolanda is frustrated that she doesn't know how to help. She wishes that she can take all the pain that Trinity had endured and make it disappear, but she just can't.

She has an iron grip on the steering wheel. The rest of the car ride passing too slow for Yolandas liking. When she finally pulls into her apartment complex she is out of the car and on the passenger side in seconds. She opens the door, helps Trinity unbuckle and get out. Supporting her in the elevator all the way to her apartment. She quickly swipes her key card and leads Trinity inside.

"Would you like to take a shower?" Yolanda asks softly. She lightly smiles at the little nod of Trinity's head and takes her to the bathroom. She absentmindedly starts to help Trinity undress. Her movements come to a halt at the sharp intake of breath from Trinity.

"Shit I am so sorry my love, I wasn't thinking. Would you like some privacy?" Yolanda internally scolds herself for being so reckless.

Trinity shakes her head, a fresh wave of tears falling down her cheeks.

"I shouldn't be afraid of you." She sobs out loud. Yolanda does not know what to respond the her confession, instead leaning in slowly and wrapping Trinity in a hug, her sobs shaking both if them.

"I feel...sick" Trinity barely breaths out before she is hunched over the toilet, dry heaving. Nothing but some spit coming out. Yolanda is at her side in an instant, keeping her hair out if her face. Once Trinity is done she stands up and accepts the glass of water Yolanda offered. Yolanda is thankful she kept a glass in the bathroom.

"Can I-" Trinity starts but cuts herself off by angrily wiping away more tears that just keeps on on falling.

"-be alone, just for this. Please." She finishes ever so softly, pointing at the shower.

"Of course. I am right outside okay?" Yolanda reassures softly. She steps out of the bathroom and shuts the door lightly. She makes her way to their room and grabs Trinity's favourite T-Shirt and sweatpants, a pair of underwear and socks and neatly places them on the edge of the bed. She also grabs her 3 pound weighted highland cow plushy from the closet and puts him on her side of the bed. She decided to leave the room to grant her some more privacy and goes to the kitchen.

She prepares some pre made soup and some of Trinity's favourite hot chocolate. She sits at the kitchen table and just listens. She can hear shuffling in the room indicating she is done with the shower. Trinity comes back out to the kitchen clutching Barney, her highland cow plushy and sits at the table. Yolanda's eyes tear up at the sight of Trinity, usually so strong and guarded, now broken and vulnerable all because one piece of shit is still allowed to walk ok Earth instead of burning in hell like it's supposed to.

Yolanda places a bowl of soup and a cup of hot chocolate in front of her. Trinity looks at the contents in front of her and with shaking hands pushes the bowl of soup away. She doesn't dare make eye contact, the underlying fear of doing something wrong brought back after so many years of bettering herself. She picks up the mug of hot chocolate and reluctantly takes a sip to please Yolanda. The warm liquid bringing bile to her throat but she manages to surpress the need to throw up.

"You don't have to force yourself my love."

She didn't even realise Yolanda was next to her. Trinity looks up at her, tears falling down her face yet again. She doesn't know how much more crying her body can handle. Her breathing starts to stagger, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and her hands clutch the fur of the plushy tightly. She looks at the kitchen counter that is starting to change shape and turn into the dark brown Oak desk, a weight on top of her keeping her from moving or breathing. Wandering hands and a pressure in her lower stomach...

Warm brown eyes meeting hers pulls her back to reality. She is sitting on the kitchen floor, back against the counter with her knees and Barney pulled tightly to her chest. Yolanda is kneeling in front of her, not touching but close enough to feel her presence. Her eyes are frantically searching for Trinity, to get het back from where her mind had so cruelly taken her.

Trinity reaches out to try and grasp any part of Yolanda, clawing at her bent knee. Yolanda is on the floor beside her before she even registers, cradling her head to her chest. She hears the pounding of Yolanda's heart, focusing on the beat of her chest instead of her thoughts.

"What do you need Trin? What can I do to help you?" Yolanda asks, desperation clear in her voice. Trinity just shakes her head, talking almost an impossible task.

"Need it to stop," she manages to get out between sobs. Yolanda wracks her brain, trying to figure out how she can help manage the pain of the younger woman in her arms. Her mind goes to the bathroom, and then the medicine cabinet that contains Alprazolam. The blue oval shaped tablets feeling like a saving grace. She is glad that she convinced Trinity to keep some of her prescription medication here just in case anything every happens. Nothing has up until now.

"Do you need one of your Xanax love? Do you think that will help you?" She asks, her mouth not leaving the top of Trinity's head. She feels her nod her head frantically and starts to manoeuvre herself and Trinity up. She leads her to the bedroom and gets her settled under the sheets. She quickly makes her way to the bathroom, rinsing the used glass of water that was still perched on the floor and refilling it. She takes a tablet out of it's container and heads back into the bedroom.

"Sit up for me?" Yolanda requests softly, placing the pill in Trinity's mouth and guides the glass of water to her lips. She watches as Trinity swallows and collaps back into bed. She remains seated next to her, tickling her back softly. She doesn't know how much time has passed before she saw her breathing evening out, most likely asleep. Yolanda gets up and tucks in both Trinity and Barney before going to the shower.

She was still in her scrubs, hair tight but messy. She looks at herself in the mirror, a mix of anger and worry making her eyes seem darker than normal. As she is taking off her scrub top she hears a vibration from somewhere in the bathroom. Her eyes land on her phone she haphazardly threw on the counter earlier. She has a bunch of missed calls and messages but only one catches her attention.

Emery:

He went in for surgery, I operated. He will recover but with a permanent disability in his leg due to the severe crush injuries. Who is this guy?

She wishes there were worse news but knows that any rational doctor would never risk their license for anyone, let alone scum of the Earth. She opens another message without replying.

Robby:

He will be transferred to Westbridge. It was the best I could do. How's Santos?

She sighs as she locks her phone. She knows everyone must be worried about her, she considers sending a message over the groupchat to let everyone know she is safe but her mind drifts to one person.

Huckleberry.

Shit. Does he know what happened? Did someone from the ED already tell him. Considering the lack of messages from him she takes that as a no. Yolanda knows that Dennis is like Trinity's brother and is sure that he is also aware of her past, but she doesn't want to risk saying anything without permission from Trinity. She unlocks her phone and searches for his contact.

Whitaker:

I know your'e with your family but I wanted to let you know before anyone else. Something happened with Trinity in the ED today. She is safe at my apartment and I am with her.

She receives a reply within minutes.

"I am on my way to the airport now. Should be there in a couple hours."

Yolanda looks at the time in the corner of her phone. 22:13. A flight from Nebraska to Pittsburgh is typically 3 to 5 hours. He should be here in the early morning hours.

Good, because Yolanda has some business to take care of at Westbridge tomorrow.

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall

Pairing: Yolanda Garcia/ Trinity Santos

Summary: Life was going well for Trinity Santos. By burying the hatchet with Langdon, being in a healthy and steady relationship with Yolanda and almost being done with her 3rd year Residency, she can say with all honesty that she is the happiest she has been in a long time.

But will a familiar face from her past showing up at the ED cause the downfall of Trinity Santos...again?

Warnings: Past Child Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Panic Attacks, Language, Depictions of Violence

Chapter 2

"Trinny, my office!"

15 year old Trinity Santos looks up from stretching at her gymnastics coach. A scruff retired gymnast named Ronny Allan. She looks around at her teammates, catching the eye of her best friend Mia, concern flickering in her hazel eyes. Trinity looks back at her coach but not moving from where she was standing.

"Trinity! Now!" The voice booms, the gym goes dead silent. She swore she could hear her own blood flow through her veins. Just as quickly everyone goes back to what they were doing. She quickly gets off the mat and grabs a towel to pat at the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, not from stretching but from sheer panic.

She makes her way to his office, leaving the door slightly ajar on purpose and hoping he wouldn't notice. She steps in front of his desk with her arms behind her back, hands clasping so tight that her knuckles turn white. She bites the inside of her cheek hard, not enough to draw blood but to keep herself from falling apart in front of him.

He is leaning against the desk, arms folded in front of him and an unreadable expression on his face. His desk is neatly organised with paperwork, small trophies that aren't in the trophy case and a framed picture of him, his wife and 6 year old son. He sighs as he straightens and starts walking towards Trinity.

She visibly tenses, her hands start shaking but she refuses to move or make eye contact. He brushes past her instead and walks to the door, grabbing the handle and shutting it with a light thud. She hears the lock click into place, footsteps coming closer. A rough calloused hand brushes the hair away from her neck and slides down her shoulders to her arms until it reaches her tightly clasped hands, forcing them apart.

"You know I don't like you so tensed up Trinny," his voice is gruff as he whispers in her ear.

"Loosen up, hands at your sides. Look at me." He demands. She gazes up from the floor and into his hollow grey eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek. She watches as he reaches up and swipes it away with his thumb. He leans down, close enough that his lips are almost touching her ear. His hand snakes behind her as he places a palm on her lower back.

"I don't know how else to make you listen. I explicitly told you that you had extra practice yesterday to work on your routine, but you never showed up. Care to explain to me why?" He whispers, not pulling away from her ear, his hands snaking lower.

Trinity has to bite back a sound forming in her throat, more tears already streaming down her face. She tries to take a breath in but it just gets caught in her throat. Her nails opted for digging into her palms, the tremor clearly visible.

"I'm sorry," she tries but her voice wavers, catching on the last syllable.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" He shouts, grasping her upper arm, dragging and bending her over his desk, his left arm swiping everything out of the way.

"No, no coach please," Trinity is full on crying, begging him at this point. She tries to get back up but a strong hand between her shoulder blades stop her from doing so. She is trying to grab something on the desk but everything is out of reach, she scratches the desk in a desperate attempt instead.

He leans back down, replacing the weight of his arm with his body, hands snaking lower and lower.

"You need to start obeying me Trinity, or you are just going to make things harder for yourself. You should learn from Mia, she knows what I want and what happens if I don't get it." Trinity's whole body is shaking as she feels his hand moving closer to his wanted destination. She sobs as she feels fingers entering her, and his crotch pressing against her upper thigh. She knows if she tries to fight it will only be worse, so she just grasps at the desk, closes her eyes and cries, waiting for it to be over.

"Next time I tell you that you have extra practice, you show up! Do you understand me Trinity?"

..."Trinity!"

Santos blinks back to reality. She takes a moment to observe where she is. She is holding a flashlight in trembling hands, in the ED. She looks around and everyone is looking at her. She feels tears running down her face, and a wave of nausea hits her. She drops the flashlight and stumbles to the nearest trashcan, the couple bites of alfredo leaving her stomach. She feels a hand on her back and immediately flinches away.

"Don't touch me!" She shouts between sobs. Her vision is blurry and she cannot make out who is kneeling in front of her. As she tries to focus, purple scrubs come into view and then warm brown eyes catches hers.

"Yo?" She asks quietly. When did Garcia get here? How long has she just been standing there before collapsing and throwing up?

"Let's get you up yeah? Can I touch you?" Garcia asks softly. Trinity only manages a slight nod and allows Yolanda to help her up. She can still hear the others talking over each other and ordering tests for the patient. She is basically leaning against Yolanda in an attempt to stay upright. They eventually get into an empty room. Garcia closes the door and privacy curtain. Her focus shifts back to Santos who was bracing herself against the wall. Gut wrenching sobs were coming out as Garcia guided her to lay down on the bed. She has obviously seen Santos cry before but not like this. This is different. She slowly reaches out giving Trintity enough time to pull away if she wants. She places both of her palms flat on Trinity's face, thumbs rubbing at the tear stained cheek. Trinity reached up and grabs Yolanda's wrists hard, as if trying to keep herself grounded.

"Trin, my love. Deep breaths. Can you do that for me? In for five seconds and out for five?" Yolanda asks quietly. And Trinity does try, but it is like there isn't enough oxygen in the room.

"I- trying-" she gasps, but the crying doesn't stop.

"Okay that's okay baby, just keep trying. I am gonna hook up an oxygen mask for you okay? I am still right here." Yolanda reassures as she is getting up to get the mask ready. She places the mask over Trinity's face, one hand on the mask and the other on the side of her head.

"How does that feel?"

Santos nods ever so slightly, oxygen finally filling her lungs. The crying has also slowed down a bit, she is instead focusing on the calming presence of Yolanda when the door suddenly opens. She jerks away and pulls her knees up to her chest, trying to make herself as small and invisible as possible. Yolanda immediately gets up and marches towards Robby.

"What the hell?-"

"Get out."

Robby blinks for a second trying to comprehend what is happening. He tries to move past Garcia put as she moves in front of him and stares him down with a look that can kill, he decided to stay put.

"What happened?" He asks, not frustrated but clearly not taking the situation into careful consideration.

"I am trying to figure that out, but in order to do that you, and everyone else need to step back. I am taking her home a soon as she calms down." Yolanda states, leaving no room for an argument.

Robby just looks between her and the curtain, sighs deeply and steps out. Closing the door softly. She turns and is back at Trinity's side.

"They're gone my love. It's just me." She says as she calmly runs her hand along Trinity's. She seemed to have calmed down, the oxygen mask discarded to the side as she looks at one point on the bed, eyes glassy and unfocused.

"Can you tell me what happened?" She tries again. Trinity audibly swallows, her eyes quickly darting to Yolanda and back to the bed.

"Coach," is all she manages to say. Her eyes welling up with tears. She has told Yolanda about her past as a gymnast, about the abuse and about how he received nothing but a slap on the wrist when she reported him. How Mia took her own life when she found out nothing happened to him, except being moved to another school in another state to continue training young gymnasts.

All color drains from Yolanda's face. Pure anger takes over as she slowly gets up and squeezes Trinity's hand once.

"I am calling Dana to come sit with you. Is that okay?" She manages out, knowing the last thing Trinity needs now is her being out of control.

"Yo don't-"

"I am just going to inform Robby and Walsh that I am removing myself from the case and taking you home. I will be right back okay?" She says softly.

Trinity nods slowly as Yolanda opens the door and scans the room for Dana. She spots her quickly and calls her over. At least she can trust that Dana won't be bombarding her with questions. They only nod at each other in mutual agreement and Yolanda makes it back to the trauma room where everything took place, but there is no one there.

"He's in X- Ray with Walsh." Robby says as he steps next to her. Yolanda nods, lowkey grateful she didn't have to see him. She turns and regards Robby with a serious expression.

"You make sure that bastard is out of this hospital by the end of the day Robinavitch. I don't care if you have to page Gloria to roll him out into the street. You get him out." She says through gritted teeth.

"Do you want to tell me what this is about?" Robby asks, not refusing her request outright at least.

"It is not my story to tell, but based on what happened in the last hour you should know that this is serious. " Yolanda tries to explain without risking Trinity's right to privacy.

"I will go and speak with Gloria. I will also tell Walsh that you are taking her home, she will take over for you while you're gone."

Yolanda only nods curtly and makes her way back to Trinity. It takes an immense amount of self control to not go up to X- Ray and put an end to a man's life.

She has the most important person in her life to take care of first.

[secretlyawitch]

Downfall

Pairing: Yolanda Garcia/ Trinity Santos

Summary: Life was going well for Trinity Santos. By burying the hatchet with Langdon, being in a healthy and steady relationship with Yolanda and almost being done with her 3rd year Residency, she can say with all honesty that she is the happiest she has been in a long time.

But will a familiar face from her past showing up at the ED cause the downfall of Trinity Santos...again?

Warnings: Past Child Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Panic Attacks, Language, Depictions of Violence.

Chapter 1

It was almost 6 hours into her 15 hour shift. Yes she was physically exhausted since she had to cover some extra shifts for Whitaker since he had to go home for a few days due to a family emergency, but she was having a good day or even a good couple weeks if she was brave enough to admit it.

Since Trinity decided that she needed to have a conversation with Langdon like an adult and them agreeing that being professional is the best course of action for peak patient care, a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Of course they weren't going to waltz around like besties, but just being able to be in the same room without biting each other's heads off was a massive improvement. Everyone working in the ED would agree.

Her and Yolanda also decided that tiptoeing around each other and their feelings was going to lead them nowhere. They are now approaching their 6 month anniversary of officially being together.

So yes, Trinity was having a good couple weeks.

Charting has also become much easier since finishing her R2 year. She has a steadfast process on how to maximise charting in minimum time. Call it a routine if you will. She was currently sat at a desk typing up a chart for her recent patient. A 42 year old female with severe heart burn and acid reflux. An easy case with barely any effort needed and should be discharged in the next hour, when she got a text from none other than Yolanda.

Y❤️

"Hi there stranger, just finished with surgery and gonna head to the restaurant downstairs for something to eat. Care to join for a quick lunch?"

Trinity smiled down at her phone and typed a quick "meet you in 10". She finished the last couple of sentences and saved the chart before logging out and heading to Dana.

"Hey Dana, is it cool with you if I take a quick lunch break? I'm starving." She looks at Dana with hopeful eyes. Even if the ED was quiet today, Dana always found a way to keep her busy. Dana looked up from her own computer and shot Trinity a small mother- like smile.

"Go ahead Santos, I will have Mel cover for you while you're gone. But keep your eyes on your pager!" Dana yells at an already retreating Trinity.

"Dana I love you and I thank you!" She shouts back making her way to the cute little restaurant downstairs. She almost immediately spots Yolanda at their usual table, their eyes meeting as Trinity approaches and takes a seat across from Yolanda. She lightly clasps her hand under the table, smiling softly.

"Dr Garcia," she acknowledges.

"Dr Santos," Yolanda greets back.

Although basically everyone knew that the two doctors were official, they made a unanimous decision to keep things at work private and professional, choosing to focus solely on their jobs when at PTMC. But that doesn't mean that the two can't have lunch together as co workers.

"How was the surgery?" Trinity asked, seeing tired lines around Yolanda's eyes, slight indentations of the mask she wore during operations still visible around her nose.

"Longer than expected, there were some complications that were not entirely expected but we got it under control in time at least. The patient is now recovering in ICU." Trinity could see there was an internal battle that Yolanda was fighting. She knew the surgeon did not like when something was out of her control. Just as she was about to express her concern the waiter came over putting 2 plates in front of the doctors.

"You ordered for me?" Trinity asked, not too surprised.

"Yes, I didn't want to waste time knowing either of us could be paged at any second before getting to eat." Yolanda explained, taking a bite out of her bacon, avocado and feta wrap.

Trinity looked down at her bowl of chicken and mushroom alfredo, her stomach growling slightly just at the sight of the delicious looking pasta. She picks up a hearty bite with her fork almost needing to contain a moan when the flavours hit her tongue, opting for a sigh instead.

"Thank you. Why did you get something so healthy, not that it even surprises me." She laughs after swallowing the bite of food.

"I'm not too hungry today, wanted to keep it light." Yolanda says as she puts the half she was eating back down on the plate. That immediately concerns Trinity. Now she knows something is wrong. She lightly takes the hand that Yolanda was busy wiping in her own, brows furrowed and green eyes staring into the distracted brown ones.

"Hey, talk to me. What happened in there?" She asks softly, referring to the surgery that just took place. Yolanda squeezes her hand, eyes darting from side to side trying to find the right words.

"There shouldn't have been any complications. It was supposed to be a less than 2 hour procedure but turned into almost double that." She explains, not keeping eye contact.

"Every surgery or procedure has the chance of complications Yo, you know you can't blame yourself for that." Trinity tries to reassure the surgeon, knowing she can be hard on herself.

"I was the one that did the initial assessment in the ED. I concluded that there would be no risks. I don't know why or how I could have missed an internal bleed. I should have triple checked. This is not something that should be happening in my OR. Now Walsh got her ass handed to her by Shamsi because of my negligence since she was the lead surgeon." Yolanda retracts her hand from Trinity's grip to rub a palm over her face.

"What did Walsh say?" Trinity asks softly. Putting her hands back on her lap.

"She also didn't catch it. And that there were no indications of a bleed, but she didn't do the primary survey. That was on me. She was just trying to make me feel better." Yolanda sighs. She is not one that likes to be pitied. If she did something wrong she wants to hear it straight.

"Out of everyone in the OR, no one saw or depicted a bleed. I am guessing you were the first one to catch it?" Trinity states more than actually asks.

"Yes, bu-"

"And you stopped the bleed and stabilised the patient, who is now alive and recovering?" She interrupted quietly.

"Yes."

"Then you did an amazing job and saved a patient's life. You are an immensely skilled surgeon Yolanda. Don't doubt yourself over something that was nearly impossible to see during the initial assessment." Trinity explains softly, holding out her hand, palm facing upwards and motioning for Yolanda to take her hand. Yolanda looks at her and then her outstretched arm, sighs and takes it into her own.

"Thank you, Trin." She says almost as a whisper. Trinity shoots her a smile and wink while squeeing her hand. Just as she was about to take another bite of her alfredo, her pager went off.

"Fuck, MVA trauma incoming. ETA 3 minutes." Trinity states as she is already getting up from the booth.

"I will get your food to go, they are most likely going to ask for a surgery consult so I will see you shortly, Dr Santos." Yolanda smiled up at her as she was waving over their waiter, professionalism already taking over again like second nature.

"I'm counting on it, Dr Garcia." Trinity smiles back as she turns and jogs to the ER. She makes it just in time to see the paramedics wheel a gurney in, Dr Robby, Mel and Cassie already at the sides.

"What do we got?" Robby asks as she joins them, not yet getting a good look at the patients face, more assessing the obvious broken leg in front of her.

" 62 year old male, MVA, swerved off the road and collided with a telephone pole. Multiple lacerations, possible femur fracture with crush injuries on the lower right leg. No obvious signs of a concussion. BP slightly elevated 146/92, pulse 96 and respiration 18. Alert and talking." Paramedics relay the information as they wheel to an empty room.

"On my count...1,2,3 and lift! Santos I need you to check airway, breathing and circulation as well a pupil reaction time. Get a hold on the bleeding head lac while you're at it and someone page Garcia!" Robby demands as the others get to work on the rest of the injuries. Trinity bumps into Mckay as she is making her way to the head of the patient, almost smiling at the mention of the surgery fellow. She was always right when it came to depicting whether a surgical consult is necessary.

"Oh excuse me. Sir I am Doctor Santos, can you tell me your name?" She asks as she is reaching for her flashlight in her front pocket.

"Trinny?" The man on the bed asks as he looks up at Santos.

And as soon as Santos makes eye contact her whole body goes rigid and her breathing stops. The flashbacks come without warning.

[secretlyawitch]

(Wednesday answering the Crystal Ball)

Wednesday: Mother, Father. Thank you for contacting me, but I wish to speak to Pugsley alone.

Morticia: Very well dear. We'll be in the other room if you need us.

Pugsley: What's up sis?

Wednesday: Pugsley as much as I hate to admit this to you, for an unfathomable reason I seem to trust you, so do not break that trust. Understood?

Pugsley: Got you.

Wednesday: I have succumbed to the Addams Family curse, my heart is no longer my own anymore.

Pugsley: That's awesome! With who?

Wednesday (looking away): Enid...

(Puglsey reaching out to a hand that gives him $100.)

Wednesday: Father, I told you I wanted to speak to Pugsley alone.

Gomez: My apologies my little stormcloud. We had a bet going!

(Wednesday proceeds to throw the crystal ball from their balcony.)

[secretlyawitch]

Hi!! I just wanted to say that I REALLY liked the legacy and that I cant wait to read more from you!!

I'm so glad you liked it!

I will try and post more stories but I think I'm going to stick with one shots for now. So if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know :)

[secretlyawitch]

The legacy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams × Fem Reader

Summary: You were Infatuated by Wednesday Addams. Little does she know you have a dark past.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. It was inspired by "First Kill". There are going to be multiple parts. I will try to post daily so I hope you guys enjoy. Please give me feedback.

Warnings: Violent Descriptions.

Part 9

Part 10

After filling in Wednesday on everything that happened, you were crying. You are not sure whether it was because of sadness or anger. Wednesday had a murderous glint in her eyes.

"I can call my parents and uncle Fester. We can make it look like an accident." Wednesday says, her voice low and dangerous. You feel safe knowing that she is there for you, as well as her family. But you promised yourself you will never be the cause of someone else's hurt or death ever again.

"No don't worry, Principal Weems handled it. I doubt I'll see them again." You smile softly at her. You were laying on your bed, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Wednesday sighs slightly.

"I just want you to be safe." She says. You feel the butterflies awaken in your stomach again.

"I know. I appreciate you so much, thank you for being here for me." You say sincerely. You feel Wednesday shift, then feel her lips press against your forehead. You cuddle deeper into her. You wish you can stay here forever, but then you glance at the clock. 7:03 pm. It's time.

"We have to head to the cage." You say softly your voice shaking a little. You feel Wednesday tense underneath you.

"What time do you start to turn?" She asks you, lacking any emotion, which made you suspicious.

"Around 8. We have to be there earlier to get everything ready. You don't have to come if you don't want to." You say, sadness evident in you voice.

"Don't be ridiculous. I am coming with you, whether you like it or not." She says quickly, barely giving you a chance to think about it. Wednesday stands up from the bed, holding out her hand for you to take.

You look up and smile at her while grabbing her hand. She pulls you into her arms, and leans in to kiss you so softly, as if any hard touch can break you.

"You will be fine." She says reassuringly. You can only nod you head, not trusting your voice. You give her one last hug and make your way to the cage.

You make unknown twists and turns, Wednesday following beside you, until you finally reach it. It was placed so discreetly that no one will be able to locate it without knowing about it. You turn to look at Wednesday but her eyes are glued to the cage, an unreadable expression on her face.

"Well, this is it." You breath out. You make your way to Principal Weems, who is already waiting for you.

"Miss Addams, I didn't know you would be accompanying Y/N tonight." Principal Weems said suspiciously.

"Don't worry Principal Weems, she knows about everything, and I want her here tonight." You say while looking over at Wednesday, but her eyes are still glued to the cage. You grab her hand and give it a light sqeeze. She finally looks at you and you give her a reassuring nod.

"Very well. Are you ready Y/N?" Principal Weems asks. You sigh and nod your head. You step into the cage, it feels foreign yet familiar at the same time. You lead Wednesday into the cage with you. She looks at you with confusion written on her face.

"I want you here every step of the way, I want you to fasten my chains, and be here when Weems unties me again. I want you to be here. For me." You say. Wednesday could tell you were scared.

"Okay." That one word sounded so reassuring to you. You stand in the middle of the cage, it's not big, but you always feel small when standing inside it. You lift your arms at your side, waiting for Wednesday to tie the shackles around your wrists.

She steps forward, grabbing the chains from off the floor, and clasps it around your right wrist. She tightens it a little.

"Tighter." You say, your voice shaking.

"It's already very tight..." you cut her off.

"Tighter Wednesday. Please." You tell her, holding back tears. She nods slightly and tightens it. You bite your lip trying to ignore the pain shooting through your wrist. She moves on to the left wrist and repeats the action. Once she is finished, you let out a sigh of relief.

She gently caresses your cheek and leans in for a soft kiss. You savour the moment even though it only lasted a couple of seconds.

"You will be fine Mi Amor." You melt at the new nickname she gave you. You only nod, not being able to form a lot of words since you arrived. A single tear falls from your cheek. Wednesday is quick to wipe it away.

"Y/N, it's almost time. Wednesday please exit the cage." Principal Weems said. Wednesday gives you hand one last squeeze and leave the cage. Principal Weems shuts the door and gives you a small smile.

A couple of minutes have passed, your eyes not leaving Wednesday's. All of a sudden you feel the shift start to happen. Muscle aches, blurred vision, pain in your mouth from your fangs coming out, mind foggy, and unexplainable hunger forming in your stomach. You let out a gut wrenching scream and pull at your restraints.

Wednesday watches, she flinches as she sees you pull at the chains, bruises already forming on your wrists. She looks into your eyes, but it's not you. It's not the soft look she is used to. All she sees is pure hatred and fury in your now bloodshot eyes. She now understands why you chose to be chained up.

"Wednesday, please go to my office, look behind the portrait of the school and bring me the cooler box that is behind it." Principal Weems said.

"What is it?" She asks.

"It's her blood bags. She is extremely hungry when she turns back." Principal Weems said, her eyes not leaving you.

After a while, Wednesday returns with the cooler box, she sees that you have now calmed down. You are seated in the corner of the cage, knees pulled up to your chest with a deathly grip around them. You seem frustrated.

A couple hours have passed, and Wednesday finally allows herself to close her eyes and rest. She doesn't know how much time has passed when she is awoken by a piercing scream. She immediately stands up and looks at the cage. You are on your knees, screaming and clawing at the floor.

"What is happening?" She asks Weems worriedly.

"She is shifting back. You've been asleep for a couple of hours now." Weems said.

"What time is it?" She asks, not believing she slept so long.

"5:00 am. Hurry and get the blood bags ready while I inspect her." Weems said while walking to you.

You finally open your eyes and come to your senses. You look around, your body aching. You are crying due to the pain and hunger. You finally see Principal Weems and immediately wrap your arms around her. She hugs you tightly.

"How do you feel?" She asks softly.

"Hungry and sore." You sniff out. You see a second person coming into view. Wednesday. You try to get up but the chains are holding you back. You wince at the pain. Principal Weems immediately starts to unchain you. Wednesday kneels next to you, concern and worry on her face. Once you were free you immediately wrap your arms around her. She grabs you and holds onto you tightly.

"Y/N. You have to drink this now." Principal Weems said, handing you a blood bag. "I'll leave you two alone for now, once you are done please head to the infirmary for a checkup." You nod as Principal Weems leaves.

"Drink this my love." Wednesday said. You immediately take a sip of the blood, sighing in satisfaction as the hunger is finally quenched. Wednesday looks at your wrists, which were severely bruised, she takes one of your hands and starts messaging the bruises softly. Once you were done drinking, you look at Wednesday. She wipes the small blood drop from your mouth and leans in to kiss you, the metallic taste still on your tongue.

She pulls back and rests her head on your chest. You wrap your arms tightly around her. Contentment filling your heart and your mind.

Right here, with the love of your life in your arms, you knew everything will be okay. You are not going to follow in the footsteps of your parents, but instead, you're going to create your own legacy.

END.

---------------------------------------------------

Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who took the time out of their day to read this story. I appreciate each and every one of you. <3

[secretlyawitch]

The legacy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams × Fem Reader

Summary: You were Infatuated by Wednesday Addams. Little does she know you have a dark past.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. It was inspired by "First Kill". There are going to be multiple parts. I will try to post daily so I hope you guys enjoy. Please give me feedback.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse. Swearing.

Part 8

Part 9

You were standing in Principal Weems' office, eyes wide and words refusing to come out of your mouth. You look between Weems and your parents, and Weems looks both furious and concerned at the same time. You brain tries to comprehend the situation, but fails at the task.

"Well, aren't you going to greet us?". Your mother asks, her signature smug look sitting tight on her face. Your mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

"Still as incompetent and disrespectful as always." Your father says all of a sudden. You swear you could see Weems hold herself back from jumping over her desk.

"Y/N, why don't you take a seat..." Principal Weems more suggests to you than demand of you. The shock is starting to wear off, you shake your head side to side slightly. "I think I prefer to stand here." You mutter softly.

You hear you father scoff loudly. You immediately turn your eyes to the floor, the feeling of fear and embarrassment filling your body.

"What do you wish to discuss Mr and Mrs L/N?" Principal Weems asks as she stares at them, pure hatred in her eyes.

"Well, we want to talk with Y/N privately." Your mother says. You head shoots up quickly, the thought of running out of the office filling you head. You can't be alone with them, they'll hurt you, or worse.

"That is not possible." Principal Weems says sternly. "Because of the visit not being a special occasion, all conversations take place in my office with me present.". You let out a sigh of relief.

"Very well," you mother said, clearly annoyed. "We are here to pull Y/N out of school, she is coming back with us." Your mother said smugly. Your father continued.

"We need her back at home, since our powers are not..." he takes a moment to think, "what they used to be." He finally finishes. No. No no no no, this can't be happening.

"No..." you say before you can stop yourself.

"Quiet." You father snarls. " You don't get to demand anything!" He says the last word loudly, making you jump. Your hands start shaking as you lower your head back down to the floor.

"Oh that will also not be possible." Weems said, a small smile grazing her face.

"What?" You father asks, looking slightly taken aback.

"Well you see, since we were unable to get in touch with any of you in the first month that Y/N attended Nevermore, the city council has granted me full guardianship over her. You have no say on where she goes or what she does." Weems finishes, looking at them with the same smug look that they had on a couple of moments ago.

"You can't do that." You have never seen your father so insecure before.

"I already did. Now I demand that you leave the premises immediately and do not return. Campus security will escort you out once you exit the office. With your weakening powers, I suggest you don't put up a fight." Principal Weems says seriously, a deadly glint in her eyes. Your father walks past you and roughly grabs your arm.

"You are pathetic and useless. You will never amount to anything without us, I'm so happy I no longer need to call you my daughter." He hisses like a venomous snake.

"That's enough! Leave. Now." Principal Weems said threatingly. He pushes your arm away and leaves the office. Tears are welling up in your eyes.

"Y/N, are you..."

"Thank you Principal Weems, I will see you tonight." You say while quickly making your way out of her office.

You turn in the direction of your dorm, rage surging through you, ignoring everyone you are passing. How dare they come here? How dare they talk to you like that? Who gives them the right?

You open your door, slamming it shut behind you. As soon as you are alone, you let out a thunderous scream, grabbing the first thing you find, which happens to be your desk lamp, and throw it at the wall. It shatters completely on impact. You let out a frustrated sigh and sit on your bed. You bury your face in your hands. A knock echoes through the room.

"Just fuck off!" You shout.

"I may not know what happened, but speak to me like that again and you will be six feet deep." Shit.

You quickly get up and open the door. The Raven girl is standing in front of you. "I'm so sorry Wednesday." You apologize sincerely.

She gives you a small nod. "May I come in?" She asks. You move to the side and let her in. As soon as she turns around and you get to see her face clearly, you immediately make your way towards her and wrap you arms around her. She freezes slightly for a second but then returns the hug, holding you tightly.

"What happened?" She asks, her voice muffled due to her head being buried in the crook of your neck. You pull away and look in her eyes, she sees the tears streaming down your face.

"My parents were here."

Part 10

[secretlyawitch]

The legacy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams × Fem Reader

Summary: You were Infatuated by Wednesday Addams. Little does she know you have a dark past.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. It was inspired by "First Kill". There are going to be multiple parts. I will try to post daily so I hope you guys enjoy. Please give me feedback.

Warnings: None.

Part 7

Part 8

The next morning, you were woken up by slight movement. You open your eyes and try to adjust to the bright lighting, but before that you notice that you were not laying on a pillow, but instead on something a little harder, but much more comfortable.

You look up to see that you were laying on Wednesday's shoulder while she is leaning against the headboard, one arm around you and the other one clutching a book. You take a glance at the title of the book. 'The encyclopedia of funerals and mourning.' The title read. Why is she reading that? Oh yeah, she's Wednesday Addams. You smile slightly to yourself.

"Morning Y/N." She says softly, closing the book and putting it on the bedside table.

"Morning." You smile at her while sitting upright. You immediately start to miss the warmth and comfort that her shoulder brought you.

"How long have you been awake?" She asks, her dark eyes looking deeply into yours.

"Not long, what time is it?" You ask lazily while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You also feel a headache forming, probably because of the events of last night. You immediately start blushing, remembering the important moment you and Wednesday had shared.

"8:34, but there are no classes scheduled due to the full moon tonight." She says, a hint of concern in her voice.

The full moon. You completely forgot about it once more, you always seem to forget about the worst night of you life when you are around Wednesday. She fills you with a sense of calm and serenity. "Oh, right." You answer her.

"Shall we lay down a little longer?" She asks you. You nod your head and lay down next to her. Keeping a little distance to avoid causing her any discomfort. "That is not exactly what I meant Y/N." She stated. You look up to her, not sure what else she could have meant. She looks to her shoulder and back to you. You heart jumps in your chest as you catch the hint. You adjust your position and lay your head on her shoulder, her arm slowly snakes itself around you. You smile softly, trying to ignore the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"You never told me why you came to the party after telling me you're not going." You say.

She sighs. "That night when I was in Weems's office, I was asking her about information about descendant witches, I found a book on how to control visions, and I have nearly perfected the ability, so when I had a vision about you getting hurt, I immediately came to get you before that can happen." She states matter of factly, causing the butterflies in your stomach to awaken. Before you can answer, she changes the subject.

"Do you wish to talk about tonight?" She asks, but the tone in her voice tells you that she is not forcing you to say anything if you don't want to.

"I'm just afraid. I know that I'm going to be chained in a tremendously strong cage, but I'm still scared that...the monster will be able to break free and hurt everyone in it's way." You say, your voice shaking a little. Wednesday notices that you detach the monster from you, talking as if it is separate from you.

"Chained in a cage?" She asks. You can't tell whether she is curious or concerned.

"Yes. I requested it from principal Weems. She usually stays at the cage with me to keep an eye on things. It's completely separate from the rest, so no one knows where it is and no one can find out what I am." You say, sadness evident in your eyes as you look up at Wednesday.

"I want to come with you." She says all of a sudden.

"What?" You ask her, not believing what she just said.

"I wish to be there with you, for you. I care about you, all of you. I do not care about what you are. It will not change my mind, thoughts and feelings about you. Allow me to there. To take care of you." She says. Tears are welling up in your eyes. You look at her, complete adoration in both her and your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask softly.

She nods her head. You lean in and she cups your face with one hand. As your lips meet, the grip you have on her waist tightens. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss, the door swings open. You pull away quickly as Enid stands at the door looking at you suspiciously.

"Okay even if it physically hurts me, I'm not gonna ask. Not now anyway. Y/N, principal Weems said she wants to talk to you, as in like, right now." Enid says, you can see she is trying not to freak out. You look at Wednesday as you get up from the bed.

"Okay thanks Enid. I'll be right back." You glance at Wednesday and she looks at you anxiously.

You make your way towards principle Weems' office. You knock on the door and hear her voice telling you to enter. You enter her office, greeting her as you turn to close the door.

"You wanted to see me..." You freeze in place and your eyes widen, staring at the two familiar figures seated in front of her desk.

"Mom, Dad?"

Part 9

[secretlyawitch]

The legacy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams × Fem Reader

Summary: You were Infatuated by Wednesday Addams. Little does she know you have a dark past.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. It was inspired by "First Kill". There are going to be multiple parts. I will try to post daily so I hope you guys enjoy. Please give me feedback.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption. Kissing.

Part 6

Part 7

You were standing in the corner, red solo cup with unidentified liquid in one hand, music you don't listen to blaring. The lights consistently changing colours giving you a headache. A pretty cliché teen party, you thought to yourself.

Bodies were smashing against each other, grinding and twerking with no shame. Wednesday's prediction is accurate as ever. She never seems to be wrong about anything. And you never seem to not think about her. You still wonder why she decided to not attend. But that was her choice. Taking a sip out of the plastic cup, you scrunch up your nose. Who made this? It's definitely not Yoko's since she is an expert beginner mixologist.

Enid comes stumbling towards you, the bodies pushing her around. She finally reaches you. "I think Xavier added too much alcohol in the punch." She stated. She takes a look around. "I haven't seen Wednesday, where is she?" She asks curiously.

"Yeah it's pretty strong." You say while chugging your drink, avoiding the question Enid asked. She looks at you suspiciously. Knowing her she is going to push you for answers.

"Answer my question Y/N." She states sternly.

"She said she's not coming."

"What! Why?"

"I don't know Enid, and I need another drink." You sigh. Walking away from the concerned blonde and finding the drink table. You pour yourself another weirdly coloured drink and down it.

"Woah there, slow down." Bianca stands next to you. You look at her and slightly roll your eyes. You don't know why you became so annoyed all of a sudden. But then it hits you. You always get extremely irritated the night before you turn. You need to get to your dorm before you hurt someone, even if you didn't shift into a vampire, you're still a danger. You shouldn't have come to this stupid party.

You turn to leave but your head spins, and your struggle to stand with everyone bumping into you. You should not have downed that last drink. Just when you thought you were going to burst out in a fit of rage, a hand grabs your arm roughly and starts dragging you towards the door. You can't see who it is yet, but you get a weird calming feeling and let the mystery person continue to lead you.

When you were outside in the hall you could clearly see who it was. Wednesday. You smile widely. "Hii Wens!" You slur out slowly. She ignores you completely and continues to drag you until you reach her dorm. She throws open the door, pulling you inside and shutting the door.

"Sit." She orders while pointing at the bed.

"Noo I don't wanna!"

"Sit. Down. Y/N". She says, her voice low and dangerous. You immediately sit down. No questions asked. "Stay there." She says while going into the bathroom. She comes back out with a glass of water. "Drink." She orders. You take a couple of sips.

"All of it." She says. You drink the rest of the water. She sits down at her desk. After a while, She looks at you, you're laying with your head against the headboard of the bed. Eyes scrunched shut, due to a headache, she assumed.

"Have you sobered up?" She asks monotonously.

"A little, my head is killing me." You say, your voice hoarse.

She gets up from the desk and goes into her closet. She comes back with an oversized black t-shirt and throws it at you.

"Good." She says and turns back around to continue typing. You take that as your que to put on the t- shirt. "Why are you being so short with me?" You ask. You know that you should thank her for helping you, but because of your attitude and heightened temperament due to turning tomorrow, you can't help but be a little offended.

"Because for some unfathomable reason I seem to care about you Y/N." She says, frustration laced in her voice.

You are taken aback. You look at her, unsure of what to say. "What do you mean?" You ask her.

She sighs loudly and stands up from the desk.

"I always told my parents that I would never have a cliché romance love story like them. And I meant it with my whole soul. I told myself I would never fall in love and be a housewife. I would always be alone and that I would enjoy the solitude that it brings me. But then you came along, and made my whole body warm with your presence. And when I am away for you, I kept wishing the solitude away. I wanted you near me all the time, and I'm not supposed to feel that way. I'm not supposed to like y-"

You cut her off, your mouth against hers. You expected her to push you away and murder you on the spot, but instead her body relaxes and she melts into the kiss. Her lips are soft, the taste of black cherry and the smell of Dark wood and Vanilla filling your senses. You can stay there forever, but then it ended when she pulls away.

"Why did you do that?" She asked, face flushed and out of breath.

"Because I needed you to shut up to tell you that I like you too. Please don't kill me." You asked her nervously, stepping away slightly and wary of her every move.

She stomps forward, grabbing your shirt and slams your lips together once more.

Part 8

[secretlyawitch]

The legacy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams × Fem Reader

Summary: You were Infatuated by Wednesday Addams. Little does she know you have a dark past.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. It was inspired by "First Kill". There are going to be multiple parts. I will try to post daily so I hope you guys enjoy. Please give me feedback.

Warnings: None

Part 5

Part 6

The next morning you were sitting in Botany class. Everyone was talking about the party taking place that night. 'The pre full moon party' is what they called it. You were strongly contemplating not to go, not feeling in the mood to be in one small room with a bunch of 'Unsupervised feral creatures' as Wednesday would say. You smile softly thinking about her.

"You look nauseatingly happy." Wednesday says, sitting down next to you. Her shoulder brushes against you and you busy yourself with the notebook in front of you. "Hi Wednesday." You greet the raven girl.

"Well are you going to tell me why you are smiling for nothing like a psychopath?". She asks while gathering her books. "I'm just excited for the party, that's all." You avoid eye contact completely so she doesn't see through your obvious lie. But she doesn't even look at you, her mind seems completely pre occupied with other thoughts.

"Why? It's nothing you've never seen before. Alcoholic teenagers dancing in close proximity with each other in a small room, not an appealing thing to be excited about." She says, annoyance lacing her voice.

"Yeah, well at least you're not gonna be there to witness it, lucky..." you say the last part in a whisper. " Who said anything about me not going?"

"Wait, you are?"

"Of course." She says in an obvious tone.

"Why?" You ask, believing that your ears are deceiving you. There is no way Wednesday Addams is going to a party without an underlying reason.

"Because you are going to be there."

Shock. That's all you are, and most likely the only emotion evident on your face. "Aw, are you worried about me Wednesday Addams?"

You say, trying to get over the shocked feeling before she notices. She shoots you a glare and rolls her eyes, not amused by your statement. At. All.

"Listen," you say softly, looking at her. "I know you're the only student who knows about me, but the full moon isn't tonight, it's tomorrow. The party is only so we can calm our nerves about turning, that's all. I will be okay." You say reassuringly. Before she can answer, miss Thornhill walks in and starts the lesson. You could feel Wednesday glancing at you every now and then.

Later that evening you're in your dormroom getting ready for the party. Although you didn't want to go, you promised Enid. And you never break your promises. Three hours, you told yourself that's the longest you're going to be there. As you were just finished with your hair, a knock on the door echoes through the room. You open it to see none other than Wednesday standing at the door, and definitely not in party attire.

"Wednesday? You're not dressed."

"I took your words into consideration and decided not to attend the party tonight." She says rather quickly.

"That's okay." You say, hating to admit that you were a little disappointed. "But I am forcing you to go to the Rav'N next year as a consolation gift." You smile. She looks at you quickly and before turning around and leaving, she mutters "Your outfit is adequate."

Did she just call you beautiful?

Part 7