Title: It'll Do
Genre: Friendship
Couple: Very faint Damian/Steph
Rating: K+
His trousers are ripped, and she feels a strange impulse to fix the damage.
The jean is difficult to sew. She has to tug the thread, cursing when the material escapes the needle. She isn't much of a sewer. In fact, this is probably the first time she has attempted repairing trousers. That boy had better be grateful – puh, unlikely.
'Ah!' The needle's sharp tip nips her finger. Another cut to join the crowd that tattoos her body. Biting her lip, she carefully drives the needle into the jean.
It is a horrific resemblance: she needs fixing. Her scars need to be sewed together, make her whole again. Of course there is no one willing to take the needle and give her attention. The needle has trouble piercing the jean; it will be tricky and challenging to merge her shameful past, bringing it towards a fresh beginning. Nah, the thread won't be long enough anyway.
It is well past midnight, but she doesn't want to stop. These trousers need to be sewed back together! He has to have these. What would he wear? He would grow cold and look silly without a pair of trousers. Poor Damian.
She wants to fix these jeans. It makes her feel somewhat secure. The guilt swirls down the drain, although some parts still stick to the sink. She wants to help this kid. If she helps him, then maybe she won't kill herself for turning away from her own flesh and blood.
Maybe that's what this is all about. She needs to fill the loss of a child, so chooses him. It's pathetic really. He clearly has no idea, not that she expects him to.
By five in the morning, Stephanie finishes with one last tug. Her hands are bloodied, and she laughs by how awful she is at sewing. Isn't being good at sewing a trait a woman should naturally have?
When she hands the boy his fixed trousers, he notices her trembling, abused fingers. Plasters cover her hands, and she can still smile at him.
'You are really stupid,' he says. 'God, I could do sewing better than you!'
Of course she can open the doors and see him. Perfectly. He appreciates her warming gift, and loves her for it.
The jeans fit, and the damages are hardly noticeable. Damian admires himself in the mirror, pursing his lips. '. . . It'll do.'
She smirks.
author's note: It's probably terrible because I haven't read the series, but I really felt like writing about these two. Hope it's acceptable. Thank you very much for reading!