Responsibility

Callie Jacob sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office, ice bag held to her nose. The brunette had resented the idea of coming to the hospital, but Jude was relentless. It had taken one day and a half to convince Callie to go get her nose checked out.

The 13-year-old boy held her hand as they waited for her name to be called.

"Callie Jacob?" A nurse called, making the brunette to look up.

"Want me to come with you?" The 13-year-old offered, though what he reality meant was I'm coming with you no matter what you say.

"Sure." The brunette said with a shrug, keeping hold of his hand as the two got up and headed for the room.

And of course, just as the brunette entered the room Lena and Stef came in. Jude had called them and told them everything they knew. Though the last thing he had expected was for them to show up.

Luckily, it turned out that the brunette's nose hadn't broken. It was just heavily bruised, which sucked.

"Callie are you okay?" Stef asked, wrapping the surprised girl in a hug, "You okay sweets?"

"I'm fine. It's just bruised, not broken."

"How exactly did this happen, though?" Lena asked, wrapping an arm around the girl's shoulder as they walked out.

"There was this guy I was waiting on at work. He wanted to substitute an entree for a side, and I told him we couldn't do that. He started screaming at me, then my manager came over and kicked him out. Then later he found me and punched me in the face for not listening to him."

"Alright, I'll call Mike and we'll go book 'em. Harassing a minor, this is ridiculous." Punching in her ex-husband's number, Callie grabbed the cop's arm and shook her head, "You don't need to do that."

"Of course, I need to do this! He hurt you, Cal. Besides, this isn't up for discussion."

"Now, Stef, let's think rationally about this. We don't want this man to have any more reasons to come after her."

"Then what are we supposed to do, Lena? That guy almost killed our daughter!"

Daughter?

This had been the third time she had heard Stef refer to her that way. Looking down at her brother, she saw a shocked expression on his face.

Clearing her throat, the brunette grabbed her brother's hand, "I should probably take Jude home. It's past his bedtime." She explained, leading him forward.

"Bedtime? What am I, six?" He protested, "I want to stay up more!"

"You have school tomorrow."

"So?"

Picking him up, the 16-year-old carried the boy out of the hospital waiting room and into the car.

"You still think they're going to be alright on their own now Lena?" Stef asked her wife, who was biting her cuticles nervously.

"I do." She admitted, "Callie was able to defend herself, which is good. She's also very responsible and seems to be taking good care of her brother."

"But at what cost, love? Things like this happen all the time to women! She can't survive on her own forever, Lena."

"But she's not on her own. She's with Jude. And I have a feeling that she'll be safe as long as she's with him."

"So, Jude is like, her protector or something? He's a 13-year-old boy, Lena, how could that be possible?"

"Because he gives her a reason to fight."

Nodding, Stef looked out the window to watch Callie's car drive away. A smile crept up the blonde woman's face, "You're right. They are going to be just fine."

A/N: Short but cute! Sorry I haven't updated in the past few days, I've had quite a few things going on in my life. Nevertheless, I hope y'all like it! Tell me what you think!

~Sellybelly411