A/N: Okay, so I've decided that since one of my favorite things to write are Lucy oneshots, I figured, why not just make a collection of a bunch of oneshots instead of posting them separately? So that's what I've decided to do! I don't know how many chapters, or oneshots, there will be, but I'm hoping you'll enjoy! And besides, I figured this will at least give me something to do while I suffer from writer's block on my other stories, which I promise I will update soon, hopefully. So here's the first oneshot in the collection! Enjoy, and review if you do :)
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Stickin' Up For Myself
"Lucy, come here for a minute."
Seven year old Lucy slowly walked into the kitchen, dreading the conversation that lay ahead for her. She saw her father sitting at the kitchen table, his face in his hands, the phone next to him. She cleared her throat to let him know she was there. He looked up and motioned for her to sit in the chair across from him. She hesitated for a second, but she did as he wanted. Once she sat, it was silent for a minute. He just stared at her as if he didn't know what to say and he was trying to figure itout. Finally, he spoke.
"Why the hell did you punch Brad Sanders today?"
Lucy felt herself slide down in her chair a little. By the tone of his voice, she could tell he wasn't too happy.
"Oh, so you know about that?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah, I know about that. I just got off the phone with your teacher. She said you jumped him in class and that she had to pull you off him! What the hell were you thinking?!" he shouted, causing Lucy to flinch. He hardly ever got this mad at her.
Lucy just shrugged, even though she knew it would probably piss him off even more.
"He made me mad, that's all," she stated simply.
"Well, what'd he do?" Danny asked, this time in a softer tone. He hated yelling at his daughter, and even after she'd gotten in a fight, he still couldn't really do it. Besides, he couldn't help but see himself when he looked at her. He couldn't count how many times his own parents would lecture him for fighting at school when he was her age.
"Brad's just mean, okay! He made fun of me for who I chose to write about for my hero essay, sayin' I couldn't write about that person, so I just hit him," she admitted.
"Baby, you attacked the boy. He went home crying." Danny saw a small smile form on Lucy's face when he said this, and part of him wanted to smile with her. Lucy had been talking about how horrible this boy was since kindegarten. He was actually kind of happy Lucy had finally given him what he'd deserved, but he knew Lindsay would kick his ass if he didn't punish her in some way.
"Daddy, you can't be too mad at me. You're the one who says I should stick up for myself."
Danny leaned back in his chair and sighed. It was as if she could read his mind. Like mother, like daughter he supposed.
"Well maybe next time you could find a less violent way of solving your problems. Talk about it to your teacher, or just ignore him. He'll go away eventually," he said.
Lucy nodded.
"Okay," she said.
"But Luce,"
"Yeah, Daddy?"
"I am proud of you for sticking up for yourself."
Lucy grinned and jumped out of her chair so she could give him a hug.
"But," he continued, "I do have to give you a punishment. Two weeks, no tv, no dessert. Got it?"
"Got it," she said. She turned to go to her room, but Danny stopped her.
"I want to know, who'd you write about anyway? What, is he a huge Superman fan and you wrote about Batman?"
Lucy shook her head.
"No, it's nothing like that."
"So then who'd you write about?" he asked again.
Lucy smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You."
