It's Time for a Change
A/N: I OWN NONE OF THE RECGONIZABLE REBA OR SVU CHARACTERS! This is a Crossover AU story!
PREVIOUSLY:
They are distracted by the sound of crying from the living room. Reba rushes to the little girl's side, "Honey, what's wrong?"
Cheyenne doesn't say anything, just continues to cry. Reba isn't surprised by her refusal to answer, because she knows that a little less than three hours ago, she watched her mother get shot and die. The redheaded woman sits on the couch next to her, "Come here sweetheart…"
The blonde child scoots closer to her and buries her head in he woman's chest, sobbing. Reba gently rubs her back and whispers soothing words in her ear. Brock comes in the living room and sees the tiny blonde leaning into his wife and sighs. He knew how much Reba wanted a daughter, but he never thought that this would be the way they would get one, but he knew that technically she wasn't their daughter, yet. Reba was going to fight for that, and he knew all too well the toll it would take on her. They were in for a long journey, and this was only the beginning.
*SVU*
TWENTY MINUTES LATER.
HART RESIDENCE
10PM
Cheyenne was beginning to fall asleep and Reba notices, "Honey, do you want to go lay down in bed?"
"Stay with me…" the little girl yawns.
"Okay baby girl, I will. Now, I know you don't have any of your things, but I borrowed some pajamas from the hospital…" the redheaded woman explains.
"Whatever. I just wanna sleep…" she whimpers.
"Alright, let's get you ready for bed." Reba smiles.
"Kay… I'm sleepy…"
"It's ten at night, you've had a long day. I want you to get some sleep…" the woman replies.
"Do I have to go to school tomorrow, it's Monday?" the little girl asks.
"No honey. You can stay here. But if you want to go, you can…" Reba answers.
"I really don't think I can do it…" the eight year old yawns.
"Okay, then you can stay here. I'm not working, so I'll be with you. And I'll stay with you until you fall asleep too…" Reba smiles, handing the little girl her pajamas.
Five minutes later Cheyenne comes out of the bathroom in the same pink pajamas she had on earlier and climbs into the bed. Reba pulls the covers up over her and brushes the hair out of her face. "Shhhh… it'll be okay, just close your eyes and try to get some sleep…"
"I'm scared…" she whimpers.
"I know baby, I'm right here. You're safe with me…" Reba reassures her.
The little girl just closes her eyes and tries to fall asleep. Fifteen minutes later she's sleeping. Reba turns on a nightlight in the corner of the room and quietly walks out.
She sees Brock sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee, "there's more in the kitchen…" he smiles.
"Okay. She's scared, but I don't blame her. I'm pretty sure the next couple of nights are going to be rough, but I've taken the whole week off at night. So I'm working from eleven to six all week…" the woman explains.
"Okay, so during the day, do I need to take off to stay with her? Or will she be going back to school?" he asks.
"No, I'm taking tomorrow off because I'm sure she's not ready to go back, this was not an easy weekend for her. And if she's ready on Tuesday, I'm letting her go back to school…"
"That's fine with me, and I'll let my boss know that if for some reason she doesn't want to be at school anymore, that I need to pick her up…" Brock replies.
"that'll be good…" Reba yawns, glancing at the clock on the wall, "I'm gonna head to bed, it's been a long day…"
Brock gives her a hug and a kiss, "good night honey, I'll be there as soon as I finish my coffee…"
The redheaded woman walks into her bedroom, glancing at a picture of her best friend on the shelf. She sighs, I have no idea why this happened, Ashley was completely innocent for all I know, there's nothing she or Cheyenne did that was horrible. I never really liked Josh to begin with, he always kinda scared me, even though I'm five years older than him…
Brock walks into the bedroom and sees his wife staring at the picture of her best friend and gently rubs her shoulders, "Hey, I'm really sorry honey… I hate that this happened…"
"It's okay… I need to stay strong for Cheyenne…" the woman sighs.
"Honey, it's her mom, she knows that you were best friends, I think it would be okay if she saw you cry…" the brown haired man smiles.
"I just don't want her to see me upset. I think it would hurt her more if I was upset too…" she quietly says.
"Well when its just us, you can cry all you want to, okay? It's late, you're exhausted, I'm tired and we both need some sleep…"
"okay…" Reba yawns and goes into the bathroom to wash her face and later crawls into bed next to Brock, snuggles into him and falls into a fitful sleep. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and she sighs.
*SVU*
6 HOURS LATER
5 AM.
The couple is awakened by Brock's alarm and Reba starts to get up because normally she works early mornings but he makes her go back to sleep. "I need to check on her… I'm surprised she slept through the night…"
"Okay. But get a little more sleep…" Brock smiles, heading to take a shower.
Reba slowly walks into the guest bedroom to find Cheyenne tossing and turning in the bed clutching her purple bunny. She sighs and slowly makes her way to the girls bedside and gently fixes the sheets. The little girl's eyes open and she faintly smiles at Reba.
"Hey sweetie…" the woman smiles.
"R… Reba…" the little girl yawns.
"Yes baby girl, did you sleep good last night?"
"Kinda… can I go to school?" the girl yawns.
"Baby, do you really want to? I was going to let you stay here today and rest…" Reba replies.
"Spelling bee auditions are today!" she whimpers.
"Sweetie… we can't really go into your house to get you something to wear… and I don't think you can wear pajamas to school…" the redheaded woman says.
"But I wanna be in the spelling bee. I always make As on my spelling tests!" the blonde pouts.
Reba sighs, honey, it's only five in the morning, sleep for a little while longer, school doesn't start until eight. I'll figure something out…"
Cheyenne sighs and rolls over in bed. Reba walks out of the bedroom and back into hers. She finds her husband brushing his teeth, "Honey, she wants to go to school today…"
"Do you think she's ready?" the man asks.
"I really don't know. But she told me that spelling bee auditions are today and she really wanted to do it. But we can't get back in her house to get her clothes, because it's a crime scene…" the woman says.
"Here's an idea, ask her if she knows what time auditions are, and take her to get something new to wear, and then to school before auditions…" he smiles.
She hugs him, "you're a genius. I would have never thought of that…"
He smiles and rinses off his toothbrush as the redheaded woman leaves the room. She quietly walks back into the guest bedroom and gently rubs Cheyenne's shoulder. The little blonde yawns and looks up at her, "Did you figure it out?"
"Mr. Brock did, he said that we could go get you something to wear and get you to school before the auditions started…" the woman smiles.
"Okay, I think they're at 11ish, but I'm not really sure…" the girl yawns.
"I can always call the school too. I also need to tell them that you're staying with us because of what happened this weekend…" the woman calmly explains.
"Fine. Just don't tell them about uncle Jeremy, cuz they'll make me go with him…" she mutters.
"Baby, I won't. Now I'm going to go take a quick shower, then I'm gonna make you some breakfast and then we can run to Target to find you something to wear to school okay?" Reba smiles.
"Yeah. That's cool. I'm tired…" Cheyenne yawns.
Reba gently rubs the little girl's shoulder and walks out of the room as Brock is leaving. "We're gonna do like you said. I have to tell the school what happened… and after school I'll probably take her to get a few more things…"
"Sounds good. If you need anything call me. I really don't have a busy day today…" he smiles, giving her a hug and a kiss before he walks out the door to work.
A/N: I'm so glad I got this update finished before my semester starts on Wednesday. Please let me know if you liked this chapter by reviewing. There's not really much drama right now, since this is sort of a filler chapter. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this so ideas would be highly appreciated.
