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You Said...Cont.//John Hart & Donna

Donna had gone inside. She went inside because she didn’t want to accidentally shoot John.

Though, if he was trying to keep her from shooting that bastard because he didn’t think he deserved it; well then, maybe she shouldn’t have gone inside after all.

She tossed the gun net to the bottles of liquor she had brought in earlier and grabbed one at random - not even looking to see what it was. Right now, she didn’t care.

Donna numbly made her way downstairs, past the bar, the lounge, the pool table (drinking straight from the bottle as she went) until she was back in the recording booth and facing the black baby grand piano.

She scowled at it. It wasn’t her piano. Gordon destroyed her piano. Her piano was laying in splintered fragment in some garbage pile somewhere.

This was just some replacement. It wasn’t the real thing.

Donna approached it as if it were the enemy. She started playing whatever came out of her and what came out of her was wild, untamed and aggressive!

Sometimes classical, sometimes rock, but always fast, furious and unrelenting! She gave up sitting on the bench as she hammered away at the keys. This was the type of playing that would invoke sore arm and back muscles tomorrow, but that was tomorrow. Her hair swung loose and in her face, but that was okay, she wasn’t using any sheet music.

Finally needing to pause to take a breath, a panting Donna took another long drink from the bottle and finally sat at the piano bench. Her heart was racing as she forced herself to be still.

She closed her eyes and started playing Queen’s “Save Me”, this time singing along.

There was so much running through her head right now that focusing on the song was the only thing keeping her from screaming and smashing something.

She had no idea how this night ended up going so incredibly wrong.

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Surprise Visitor-Starter//John Hart

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Donna tucked her hands into the pockets of her brown leather jacket after she paid the cab driver. Truth be told, the cabbie nearly sped away without all his fare he was in such a hurry to get out of this part of the city.

She had to admit, it had been a long time since she was on the east end and for lack of a better word, it was pretty rough.

Still, she remembered this is where John said he was staying (and she did have everyone’s contact information from work) and despite the early hour... Well, early for people who work at a night club that is, Donna wasn’t apologetic about showing up unannounced. She tightened her grip on the bag of bagels and muffins (a peace offering for the interrupted sleep, perhaps?) and shifted the carrier containing the two large coffees. 

It had been a handful of days since Captain John Hart showed up at Saxon’s and things between the two of them had gotten decidedly... Complicated. After walking home from work a few hours before, she decided to see what she could do about that. A quick shower and a change of clothes later, Donna found herself hailing a cab to head over to John’s flat. 

She wanted, no needed, to see him in his own environment and off guard. Donna had a pretty good idea this would do it. This wasn’t a malicious move; just perhaps a bit underhanded.

She made her way past a surprisingly busy street corner, turned down three offers from men propositioning her for money, and brushed off a few others offering to sell her drugs. She caught sight of his building and felt a bit bad honestly. It really was as bad as she imagined. With a huff, Donna started climbing the stairs until she found herself at his door.

She took a deep breath and knocked firmly on the door since the state of the door chime told her it probably didn’t work any longer.