Don't worry, there's nothing extreme in this little bonus either. (Unless you count extreme fluff, of course.) But this was just another little idea I had, the next night Blake spent down in the tunnels with Jason and Lisa. I'd recommend you to read Lady_Voorhees' "The Strange Good Girl" and my own little fan series, "Guardian Angels" first. Yet another adorable One Shot.
Guardian Angels:: Motherly Love
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*Evening, in the Tunnels*
A small smile curved upwards on Lisa's face, thinking about earlier that morning. The sight of the mighty Jason Voorhees, her mate, held captive by a little child's tender hold; oh, did it ever make her heart melt. Since he had been able to free himself of his miniature captor, Jason had left the two girls down in the tunnels while he patrolled his territory, preferably before any harsh weather hit.
Blake had been feeling much better, and although both Lisa and Jason did their best to keep her calm and quiet while she healed from her prior imprisonment, the two of them had to start thinking of ways to keep her from getting bored and unhappy while under their care. Earlier, with Jason's blessing, Lisa had taken Blake to explore more of the tunnels, under her watchful eye to ensure the child remained safe in the old mines.
"Jason keeps piles of treasure hidden everywhere, doesn't he?" Blake mentioned, taking a look inside of a room filled with various pieces of scrap metal and facets, "Where do you get all of it?"
Carefully, Lisa set her small flashlight down and pulled out her notepad and pen, -We find it. Or, we take it from bad people that trespass and leave it behind.-
At this explanation, Blake nodded, "Ah! Okay, that makes sense. As my daddy would say, waste not."
Lisa smiled and nodded, letting out a chirp-like whistle. She even allowed Blake to tinker around with some of the little trinkets that had been collected. Although the child would have liked to look around the vast system of tunnels and caverns even more, by the time the two of them reached the entrance concealed by the overturned bus, it was time to head back. Jason had been gone for a while and he'd want a hot meal when he returned. Though not before stopping by yet another storage room, this one being a makeshift library that Jason had created specially for his mate. The shelves were made out of whatever was available and usable, old milk crates, sheet metal, plywood, and other scraps that had been sculpted and worked into the earthen walls. There was a bit of a musty, damp scent, but in a world where those in "regular society" always had their noses in a computer, smart phone, or tablet, there was no substitute for the feeling of a real book in your hand and the textured pages against your fingers.
"You have books down here too?! C-can I...ummmm... borrow some?" Blake asked, both excitement and shyness lacing her tone as she glanced up hopefully to her guardian angel.
Lightly, Lisa ran her hand through Blake's hair, brushing it behind her ear in a motherly caress before mouthing, "Of course, little one."
While the young child darted around, seeing everything that Lisa had to offer and already picking out a few, she couldn't help but notice a separate section with a stockpile of empty notepads and an assortment of different pens, like the ones her protector always carried around. There were also some sketchpads and pencils; drawing was something else that Blake dearly loved to do and had missed for so long. Granted, while she was being dragged around from coven to coven with her captors, keeping up on her hobbies had become the least of her worries. When Blake glanced over to Lisa, silently asking for permission, her guardian nodded with a gentle smile.
"Thank you. I-it's really been quite a while since I've... g-gotten to do anything, really. T-the bad people... t-they never let me play... I've... almost forgotten what it's like."
Gently, Lisa put a supportive arm around Blake's shoulder and lightly kissed the top of her head. That was all in the past. Down here in this labyrinth, Blake was safe from her tormenters. Jason and Lisa saw to it every waking moment. With a soft, contented sigh, the child hugged her guardian, taking comfort from her motherly embrace.
"Thank you, Lisa."
Once Blake let go of her protector and collected the books, sketchpad, and pencils she had picked out, Lisa began scratching down on her notepad again, -You're welcome, Blake. You know, a while back, when I still had my voice, I would read to Jason when he was upset about something. Didn't really matter what, but it always helped settle him down and lift his spirits.-
"That-that's really sweet, Lisa. Daddy and I would read together too. I-I was very shy when I was younger... w-wait, I-I still am," Blake began, with a bit of a laugh, "Anyways, I had trouble talking to people, but reading out loud to my daddy really helped me. He was always nice and helped me with how to say things the right way."
-He truly sounds like a wonderful man, Blake.-" Lisa wrote down, -That's why Jason and I will see to your safe return to him.-
"I think he'd like you and Jason too."
Blake let out another playful yet shy giggle as she and her guardian left the library and returned to the main living quarters of the old mines. Strangely enough to the child, this dimly lit underground lair was really beginning to feel like home. More like a home then anywhere she had been for the last two or so months. Blake set her books down on the overturned crates next to her bed and sat down, pulling off her boots before curling up in her nest of warm blankets and soft pillows. She had gotten a few hours to play and look around, more then she'd had in a long time. Now it was time to quiet down for the evening. Besides, if Jason returned and caught the child overexerting herself, he would probably forbid Blake from getting out of bed the next day. Lisa saw to it that her charge was made comfortable, helping her to sit up on a stack of pillows so that she could read or draw to her heart's content and set an electric lantern by her bedside so that she could see better. After that, Blake's wounds were redressed with fresh bandages and Lisa had even gotten the child a clean nightshirt to put on, since the old was was getting a bit dirty. Overall, she was pleased with how well the child was mending, physically and mentally.
"Now, I'm going to get dinner warming up. Jason should be back any time now." Lisa mouthed, after Blake settled in, "So no sneaking out of bed. Remember, Jason has a way of knowing."
The child nodded obediently, smiling as Lisa ruffed up her hair a little. She watched her protector with mild interest, catching sight of the beef and vegetable soup cans Lisa pulled out from under the work table while the hot plate heated up. Come to think of it, after all the exploring she had been doing today, Blake was feeling pretty hungry. Though as she began absentmindedly drawing Jason's mask, pretty well from memory alone, something that Lisa mentioned earlier kept replaying in her mind over and over again.
'You know, a while back, when I still had my voice, I would read to Jason when he was upset about something. Didn't really matter what, but it always helped settle him down and lift his spirits.'
The two of them had taken her in, gave her shelter, clean water, hot food, as well as fresh clothes and medicine. Maybe there was something that Blake could do for her guardians.
"Lisa? M-maybe... w-would you like me t-to read to you?" she offered, feeling a little unsure at first, even grabbing hold of her teddy bear and hugging it close to her chest for emotional support, "Y-you haven't really had anyone to talk to you in a long time, have you?"
At the child's offering, Lisa perked up, giving the soup a stir and leaving it to simmer before sitting down on Blake's bedside. Indeed, it had been quite some time and she dearly missed being able to use her own voice. Blake was quite the little blessing bestowed upon herself and Jason, even if it was only a temporary arrangement. Eagerly, Lisa nodded, almost emulating a child-like excitement herself as Blake picked out her first book to start with, titled "In your Nightmares". She had always loved stories about good vs evil, a team of heroes with varying talents and powers that traveled to wondrous, far off places and protected those that were oppressed and unable to defend themselves. Courage, knowledge, strength, fortitude, faith, and hope. Few who stood against many for what was right. For all it was worth, the child felt like she was living one of those sorts of stories right at this very moment!
"Guess the best place to start these sorts of things is at the beginning then..."
*A Little While Later*
Upon arriving back at his Mother's old cabin after a long day of checking, maintaining, and setting traps and hunting for any signs of intruders that would seek to defile his lands, Jason was grateful to be back. He shook himself free of the snow that had accumulated on his shoulders and boots and made sure to visit Mother's shrine before returning to his secluded den; more importantly, who were waiting for him down there. A few of the candles encircling the hole in the wall has burned out, to which Jason was quick to set them alight again.
"You've done good work, Jason. Mother is very pleased."
Hearing her voice in his head always helped to comfort him, ensuring Jason that he was doing the right thing to please Mother and honor her memory. He gazed at the decrepit, mummified skull longingly, which remained surrounded by trinkets and tokens of past victories.
'I have to keep you and my good girls safe.'
"Jason, my special, special boy, such a sweet boy. Go on child, they're waiting for you. I've been keeping an eye on them from time to time. Lisa has been taking very good care of little Blake." Mother whispered, gently.
Once Jason's visit with Mother was finished, he closed up her room, then swiftly flung open the trap door that led to his tunnels, sealing it shut behind him for the night. Finally... home sweet home! He shifted the duffel bag that was slung on his back, which was considerably heavier then when he had left, seeing as he made a stop by the ruined Counselor Training Center to clear out some bodies and loot for anything of value. Luckily, there had been no more signs of those devil-worshiping whack jobs hanging around his territory; with any luck he and Lisa had killed them all and any that did escape his righteous blade had fled far away and would be wise enough to never return.
Jason shook himself of those rage-educing, blood-soaked thoughts when his keen ears picked up on a small, familiar child's voice echoing throughout the old mines. A pleasant, savory scent wafted through the normally thick air, overtaking the usual aroma of moist dirt and pine. Something was cooking. A good thing too, as Jason was quite hungry. When he rounded the corner into the main chamber, his expression beneath his battle-scarred hockey mask softened upon the sight that greeted him. His girls were both resting comfortably on the bed, a soft, faux fur blanket pulled up over their laps and a book open and shared between them while Blake read out loud. Both of them glanced up when they saw his massive form peering from the shadows, smiling at him. Jason grunted softly, setting his load down beside the table before greeting the two of them. Lisa and Blake had obviously missed him. This was something he could get used to. This feeling of being wanted. Being needed.
"Jason! I'm glad you're back safe." Blake piped up, sounding much more chipper then she had that morning.
Lisa let out a string of song-like whistles, tilting her head to the side, mirroring her mate's movements. With a deep, rumbling growl emanating from his chest, Jason bent down, pulling his girl into a hug as he nuzzled against her and took in her familiar, comforting scent. Lightly, Lisa kissed him on the forehead, mouthing the words, "I love you, Jason."
Next, Jason ran his hand through Blake's shoulder length brown hair. The gentle giant was pleased with what he was seeing, Lisa had played with her, kept her fed and hydrated, and even gave her a change of clothes. Overall, the little girl just seemed perkier then she had been over the course of the last few days.
"D-did you... get anymore of them... t-the bad people?" Blake asked, nervously.
Grunting softly, Jason shook his head.
"W-what if t-they're all gone?" Blake whispered to herself, with a giggle, "You and Lisa both must have scared them all away." she added, snuggling against her protector, "We-we were reading a story. W-would you like me to read to you too?"
This time, Jason nodded. While he could read at a basic level, at least as much as his mother taught him, he liked it when she read to him when he was little. Lisa had read to him as well, before that horrid excuse for life robbed her of her voice. Though before Blake could start up again, her silent companion motioned for her to wait a moment, as dinner was nearly ready. However, seeing how comfortable Lisa was, Jason gave his hand gesture for "stay" and saw to it that the soup was dished out.
Glancing over his shoulder, he could see his mate mouth something to Blake before pulling the child into a hug, causing her to giggle and squeak in a fashion he found rather endearing. It reminded him of a time when he was little, around Blake's age. It was always just him and his Mother. The way she held him, spoke to him, protected him. Now, Jason was seeing that all over again, within his mate. Ever since they took Blake under their care, he had seen a part of Lisa she hadn't shown until recently. Sure, she was kind and caring towards him and gave the great brute her love and affection willingly, but there was something different that the girl displayed with Blake. Lisa was very patient, gentle, and nurturing towards the child. Almost... no... she was motherly.
'She... My Lisa, my good girl, she's a very good mother. Just like you.' Jason found himself thinking, fondly.
"Yes, my sweet boy, she most certainly is," Mother affirmed, approval in her voice, "And you, Jason. You've proven to be an excellent father to the young one."
Having never really known his own father, Jason didn't have much to compare himself to in terms of other male role models considering he had lived most of his life hidden away from the world. But, if Mother said he was doing a good job, then it must have been true. After all, Mother always knew best.
"A most welcome trait should you put a child inside of her." Mother muttered offhandedly, in such a low tone she might not have intended for her son to hear it.
Upon hearing those words, Jason nearly spilled a ladle-full of beef and vegetable soup on the earthen ground, hastily straightening himself and pretending like nothing happened. Did-did he hear his Mother correctly?!
'Mother... how would I do that?' Jason questioned mentally, glancing back towards Lisa and Blake again with a horribly perplexed look hidden beneath his mask.
He tilted his head again, unsure how exactly that would work. Sure, Blake was small, smaller than Lisa, but she wasn't THAT small! There was no way he'd be able to fit someone of that size inside his mate... could he? Just what was Mother talking about? The brute couldn't help but hear her laughing in the back of his mind; not like the cruel jeering from the other kids at the camp all those years ago, it was more of an endearing tone.
"You and I still have much to discuss, child. But another time, Jason, sweetie. There's nothing to worry about. Go on now, your good girls are waiting for you."
Although still confused at what exactly Mother was going on about, he shrugged it off, putting it to the back of his mind. He gave Lisa and Blake their bowls, for which they were grateful, before getting his own, which was pretty much everything that was left. Jason was a big man, and it took a lot of food to keep him full and content, Lisa was used to it by now. Though as they ate their meals, Blake couldn't help but look around, ears perked and alert.
"Huh... thought... thought I heard something." she muttered, with a puzzled look on her face.
Overhearing this, Lisa glanced around as well. The bells remained silent, and it was just Blake, herself, and Jason, and Blake was the only one who could speak.
"S-sometimes, I-I think I j-just hear things that aren't really there. Especially when I don't have my dream medicine." Blake sighed, "But this one was different. It wasn't mean l-like the ones w-with the bad people. S-she actually sounded nice."
While Lisa thought it may have just been a trick of some sort from the child's exhausted mind, Jason paused for a moment. Blake... she-she couldn't have been talking about Mother... could she?
'No... even Lisa can't hear Mother.' he reasoned with himself, shaking his head.
Jason kept a careful vigil over his girls as they ate the rest of their dinner. After cleanup, Blake decided to read a few more chapters to both her silent guardians. In all honesty, despite what had happened or where she was now, the child couldn't have felt more at ease and at home. It was nearly ten at night before Blake could barely keep her eyes open. That was to be expected, it was way past her bedtime, as Lisa reminded her.
"T-thank you, Lisa, Jason. I... I actually missed h-having... a -yawn- bedtime..." Blake muttered, sleepily, "Good night."
'Sleep well, little one.' Lisa whispered in the back of her mind, pulling the girl closer in a warm embrace before kissing the top of her head.
Jason grunted softly, lightly brushing his fingers against Blake's cheek. The child... she was so tender and gentle. So innocent. It was up to Jason and his beloved to see to it that she remained that way.
However, as Lisa made to get off the bed and tuck Blake in, she found it somewhat difficult to move. Looking down, it became rather obvious. Blake had fallen fast asleep already, one hand clutching her teddy bear, and the other her guardian. She snuggled up to Lisa, making herself quite comfy. When Lisa shot a 'help me' glance to her mate, Jason's only response was a low, gravely sound emanating from his throat. Yes... he was laughing at her.
'Hmph, VERY funny, you... you musclebound landmass!'
Lisa leveled a playful glare to her beloved, wishing that she'd have been able to actually voice her thoughts to him. She didn't just want to get up, not since Blake had already settled down. Instead, Lisa gave into her softening heart, giving Jason a bit of a defeated pout at he covered both her and the child up with a blanket to keep them warm for the night. It seemed as though Blake was in for another very comfortable night, as the little smile turned up on her lips gave all the hint needed.
Now, Lisa wasn't angry with the little girl, far from it, actually. She of all people knew what it was like to crave, to need, the affection of another person. Besides, it was she herself who told Blake that they'd see what they could do for the child to keep the nightmares at bay. Sighing in contentment, the guardian settled in, watching over her young charge while she slept. Jason gruffed softly, nodding in approval. His girl, his Lisa... he couldn't recall a time when she looked more beautiful to him.
With a deep, rumbling purr echoing in his chest, Jason approached his mate, nuzzling against her and lifting up his mask. Lightly, he kissed the scar on her throat, then made his way to her lips. It wasn't his usual rough, wild, and dominating kiss, it was different. But Lisa found herself liking it. Curiously, she tilted her head to one side and whistled softly as Jason sat down on the old bed, not taking his eye off of her.
"What is it, Jason?" she mouthed.
Jason wished he could have answered. He wanted to tell her. He liked seeing this side of her. Hoping that she would understand, he gestured to her, then to Blake and nodded. Much to Jason's delight, a slight creep of red began to blush across Lisa's exposed skin. Most excellent. She understood.
'Huh... I... I guess I've had it in me all along.' Lisa found herself thinking, with a smile.
She never really considered being a mother, despite having past experience with children from her teen years and her old job she had before moving out here. But being with Blake, it brought all those feelings back up to the surface. The sweet child, so kind and loving. Precious. Lisa liked it. In fact, she liked it very much. And even Jason Voorhees, the brutal Crystal Lake Killer, could appreciate the true beauty that could only come from a mother's love.
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Author's Notes:: I succumbed once more. But what am I supposed to do when another cute oneshot enters my head?
Yes, yes, I know, super fluffy and cuddly... deal with it. Anyways, Jason gets a lot of attention so I thought some bonding time with Lisa and Blake would be really cute.
In particular though, I think Jason's mom dropping "the proverbial bombshell" on her son was just hilarious. When you really think about it, all he knows about sex is that it's something people come onto his lands to do, and it's something that mother has given her blessing for him to do with Lisa. Not that it's his fault, no one has really... taught him. So Jason's not stupid, he just doesn't know. Probably a good thing Lisa can't hear Jason's mother.
Disclaimer:: You should know by now that I don't claim to own Ft13th, Jason Voorhees, Crystal Lake, etc. Lisa is owned by Lady Voorhees, used with permission.
