Forewarning
Summary: Charles Meade has guilt about killing Nick. Little does he know his daughter has guilt, too. A hurt/comfort/family one-shot between Charles and Diana.
Forewarning
I woke up on the beach near the dry docks, my black dress plastered to my body with water. My head was pounding, and the air chilled my wet body. Slowly, I sat up. What was going on?
"Hello, Diana." A voice came from my left. Quickly, I looked to the side, gasping when I saw him. Nick. At least I thought it was Nick. He looked normal, although he too was dripping wet. The only thing that made me uncertain was how dark his energy felt. "How about you and I go for a swim?" The next second, we were submerged underwater but I was surprised that I could both breathe and see clearly.
"What's going on? Why can I breathe?" I faced Nick-or whoever he was-, fighting to stay calm. "Who are you?"
"My name, sweet Diana, is Abaddon." Nick's voice changed like Melissa's had, and I tensed up. How did he know who I was? As if reading my mind, he continued to speak. "It's all here in Nick's head. Everything about you and the rest of the Circle." He reached out a stroked my face, but I flinched away.
"Don't touch me." My voice was firm, authoritative.
He laughed. It was a hollow, scary sound. "You're definitely your father's daughter, Diana." His tone was almost impressed.
"What do you want with me?" I asked. None of this made any sense.
"You're asking the wrong questions, lovely." Nick-or Abaddon, I still wasn't sure- purred. What was he talking about now?
Then a question hit me. "How do you know my father?"
He smiled coldly. "All will be explained in time, sweet Diana." I wished he would stop calling me that. It was creepy. "Tell no one of our rendezvous, capiche?" Slowly I nodded, and his smile widened. "Well, until next time then." The next second he was gone, and I couldn't breathe anymore. Water was slowly filling up my lungs, and I was trying in vain to get to the surface. Drowning was a horrible way to go. Pretty soon, I realized it was no use and just let myself go as everything went black.
I woke up half-screaming and half-sobbing as someone shook me. But, instead of looking into Abaddon's piercing blue eyes, I saw the warm brown ones of my dad, who enveloped me in a hug. This only made me break down sobbing fully.
He shushed me and stroked my hair. "Honey, what's wrong?" he whispered.
I couldn't tell him the real reason why I was like this, so, once again, I lied. But it was only a partial lie this time. "I had a nightmare I was drowning. It was horrible." I longed to tell him everything. But I knew that wasn't possible, he would never understand. I hated lying to him, though.
"I know, Diana." Dad whispered, holding me close. "But what matters is that's all it was. A horrible nightmare." He wiped my tears away and kissed my forehead.
"I'm sorry if I woke you." I said apologetically.
"You're more important." he responded. "And you only woke me halfway."
"Dad," I started, feeling ashamed that I was actually going to ask this.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Can you stay with me tonight?" I hated how helpless I sounded. I was sixteen, not six. But maybe if he was with, Abaddon would stay out of my dreams.
His face softened. "Sure, honey." I moved over so he could lie down and then snuggled into him, feeling better already. Even though Adam was my boyfriend, and he'd done his share of comforting me, there was really no security blanket like a dad. "Good night, Diana. Sweet dreams. I love you." He whispered, kissing the top of my head.
"Night, Dad. I love you too." I whispered, closing my eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.
AN: I love the father/daughter relationship these two have. Their actors are brilliant at conveying a father/daughter relationship. So, what did you guys think? Leave a comment, but don't be too harsh please.