A/N: I have quite a bit of homework to do, but considering it's the weekend and you guys deserve a more willing-to-update author, I'm updating… Yes. I have a couple of ideas forming in the back of my mind for something similar to Plea From a Girl Named Danielle but nothing set in stone just yet… maybe.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that are owned by Jhonen Vasquez. Because I'm not him, bless his soul. But I do own any characters you don't recognize, such as my original character.

Warning: Wow. I don't know. This contains violence and swearing… And probably some other things that I haven't thought of just yet.

'Okay, Danielle, you've been a very good girl…' Doctor Monroe told the seven-year-old, who only sniffed loudly, and gingerly bent her right knee. She winced loudly as she pulled down the cuff of her jeans, and glanced up at the doctor. Johnny stood behind the man, who had stitched up Danielle's leg, his hands crossed over his chest. Squee stood beside him, looking ready to jump out the nearest window any minute.

'Okay, Doctor, you're free to go.' Johnny said briskly, pulling a key out of his pocket and unlocking the bolt that kept the physician chained to his lounge room floor. After finding out the gash on Danielle's leg was deeper than first suspected, Johnny had taken it in his position as a 'father figure', driven to the local medical practice, kidnapped the doctor on duty, and forced him to stitch up his 'daughters' leg at knife point. The doctor had done so as quickly (and painlessly) as possible, which almost made Johnny suspect such a thing had happened to him before.

Giving Danielle a forced smile, Doctor Monroe stood, grabbing his First Aid kit in one hand.

'Can I leave now? Your daughter's leg should heal quite well, and you can get the stitches removed in two weeks or so…' he drifted off, eyeing the door, but remaining in his position. Johnny nodded, and led his prisoner to the door. Opening it, he gave one of his infamous wide smiles.

'I'll see you in two weeks then!' he said cheerfully, and pushed the doctor out, slamming the door behind him.

Lunch consisted of peanut butter and tomato sandwiches. Although Danielle made a comment about how jelly would have been more traditional, Johnny just replied that experimenting was always fun, and the jelly was all run out. Danielle had forced Squee to stay for lunch, although the small boy wanted to return home, and in exchange for his prolonged stay, she promised she would do his math homework for him, although both knew Danielle's worst subject was math. Squee didn't mind though, he could get on with his writing quicker then.

All three of them sat on the front room floor, eating their sandwiches (despite the fact Johnny was more flicking crumbs at a cockroach on the floor. Squee, on the other hand, was more content to just eat his tomatoes and Danielle with scraping all the peanut butter off Squee's onto hers, and passing the tomatoes to the previously mentioned boy). The TV was blaring somewhere off in the distance, the channel set on the Discovery Channel, a repeat about the tale of Witchcraft on. Danielle's injured leg was out on an angle, the girl occasionally wincing as she changed her position so she was sitting on her left leg. The three had almost finished their meal- Johnny having ended up throwing the remains of his sandwich at the insect, Squee having eaten both his and Danielle's tomatoes, and Danielle shoving the rest of her peanut butter-coated bread in her mouth- when there was a loud knock on the door. All three raised their brows, and paused. Johnny stood finally, slowly, snatching a knife somewhere off the floor, and collected their plates. He crossed the room, setting the plates down on a crate with a gentle clinker of porcelain, and stopped in front of the door. Squee and Danielle stared at the man, both utterly confused. When another impatient knock sounded, Johnny swung the door open a crack.

'May I help you?' he asked slowly, warily.

'Yes, my name is Mark Frietzen… I wondering if my daughter- Danielle Frietzen- lived here…' came a male reply. Johnny cocked his head, took a step back, and slid his eyes to a pale-faced Danielle.

'Can you repeat that, please?' Johnny asked, his hand clutching the knife tightening the grip.

'Danielle Frietzen, I was wond-'

The man was cut off when a shriek sounded from the seven-year-old, as she jumped to her feet, fell over as her leg collapsed beneath her, and she more or less crawled her way to the door. Pushing Johnny out of the way, she threw open the front door, and stared at the tall man in front of her.

'Daddy!' she cried loudly, her eyes wide.

Johnny regained his balance soon enough, and stared at Danielle, shocked.

'What?' came the unison reply from Squee and Johnny. Danielle just whimpered in response, and took a step back, as though confused at who was at the door, although she knew very well.

'Danielle!' came her father's reply, as he took a step into the house. Johnny lunged forward, ready to stab the man, but Danielle just shook her head.

'Danielle,' Johnny started, glaring, 'who is this man? Is he your father?'

Danielle nodded, taking a small step backwards, ignoring the pain that rushed through her leg.

'Y-yes… I… I think so anyway, he looks like the man in a photo Mummy showed me once…'

Tension filled the air, before Johnny turned to the man. Now that he could see the man clearly, he could see the resemblance between he and Danielle. Danielle clearly took her facial features from him. Both had a straight, ski-slope knows, high cheekbones, and large, round eyes. Both had dark, brown hair, although Danielle's had a reddish tinge to it, and both had long, lanky arms that gave them a way of standing that made them look unsure as what to do with themselves.

After a long pause, Johnny spoke again.

'Look, sir, would you care to tell us about your business here before I gouge your eyes out and shove them up your arse?'

Taken aback, Danielle's father turned to Johnny.

'I've come to collect my daughter. I found out my ex-wife moved here, but couldn't find her. So I went to all the school's in the district, found Danielle's address, and came here… Could I please speak to my ex-wife?'

Danielle twitched, and took a step towards Johnny.

'She's not here…' she mumbled quietly.

'Well, where is she?' Mark snapped.

'Not here.' Danielle mumbled.

Mark frowned, crossed his long arms over his chest, and sighed impatiently. Squee, from behind Johnny, spoke up suddenly.

'Hey, you're the guy that just got out of prison!'

Johnny spun his head, Danielle's father opened his mouth in shock, and Danielle snatched onto Johnny's belt loop on his pants. Turning back, Johnny turned to Mark.

'Yes, you are. Mark Frietzen, right? On what side of the law do you think you'll be getting Danielle back? Her mother's not even here, no papers have been filed, and you just got out of prison. What were you in prison for again? Assault… theft?'

'Look, her mother fell out a window when she was three months pregnant with Danielle and claimed I pushed her so she could reap the rewards.' Mark replied quickly. 'And when is Cheryl going to be here, I'm on a tight schedule.'

'Johnny…' Danielle mumbled somewhere in her hand. 'Don't make me go…'

Johnny frowned, placed a hand on Danielle's head, and glared at Mark. He still clutched the knife.

'I can't let you go anywhere with Danielle.'

'Who are you, her guardian? Cheryl's man-whore?' Mark stormed towards Johnny, his face red with anger. 'Give me my fucking daughter, you bastard!'

'I'm not going to! You have no rights over her, I know her much better than you! I'm not the one who just got out of prison!'

'And I'm not the one who's toting a knife about like some pansy!'

There was a loud shriek from the girl as Mark flew forward, and slammed Johnny to the floor, knocking Danielle out of the way. She landed on Squee, who had moved right behind her, knocking them both to the floor. Mark was wrestling with Johnny, the knife slipping from the latter's hand in the process. There was a scramble, Johnny finding the knife like a cat finding a warm place to sleep, and slashed wildly, Mark's hand blocking his view. Blood soon spilt on the floor, and Mark flung himself back, a fresh gash on his side. Before Johnny could get to his feet, he was out the door, leaving a few speckles of blood behind. Johnny was about to make chase, when Danielle snatched his wrist, limping as pain ran up and down her leg.

'Let him go, Johnny, he's caused enough trouble already…'

Johnny sighed, stuck between the two options. Opting for Danielle's option, he nodded, dropped the knife and shut the door. Silence filled the room, making it uncomfortable. Squee finally cleared his throat, and turned to the corridor leading to Danielle's room.

'I better go…' he muttered. Danielle nodded, and within a few minutes, he had left the house, whispering a soft 'see you on Monday' as he did so. And when he left, Danielle just sat in the corner she had sat in on the day of her mother's murder, hugging her knees, and wondering what the future lay in store for her.

A/N: Oh, geez, my shoulder really hurts. I think I pulled a muscle typing this somehow…

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