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You Can Stay With Me

finally finished this fic where Doc takes care of an abandoned child, I hope you guys like it! tw: child abandonment, everything else is fluff

Despite the lateness in the month of October, it is scorching in the town of Lincoln. Doc walks out onto the school house's stoop and squints from the red hot sun. There are storm clouds a way's away and he hopes they bring rain and not another useless lightning storm. Stepping back inside he makes his way around the small desks, cleaning up loose papers and rearranging books. He runs a hand across his sweat-dampened cheek and curses himself for not shaving it off, or at least trimming his beard. Because of the small size of the school house it is usually packed with children of all ages. So cleaning up afterwards does take him some time. Of course everything feels ten times longer in agonizing dry heat.

Doc turns to begin sweeping around the doorway but nearly jumps as he's no longer alone. A small child now stands on the stoop, a little girl not much older than a toddler. With a mass of wavy chestnut hair it almost looks like a halo as she gazes silently at him with large green eyes. She is wearing what appears to be a man's nightshirt, worn and dirty. Looking to her dirty and scratched feet Doc realizes how far she's come, town about a mile or two away. "What are you doing all the way out here little one?" The child just stands there, almost looking terrified to speak as her dust covered cheeks are streaked with tears. Doc leans down to her level, tentative as if she is a fawn he's afraid to scare off. He looks back to the town, hoping to see someone after her but there is no one. "Where is your mother?" She says nothing, just looking at him with those green eyes. "Your father...?"

This seems to hit a nerve as her eyes widen and begin to well with tears. "They-they said he don't want me..." Her chin wobbles as tears begin to stream down her small face, washing the dust off of her cheeks in little trails. She hiccups as her little body rocks with sobs, clearly unable to say anymore.

"No, no! Don't cry it's alright!" Doc pulls her close and wipes the tears from her face as she leans into his touch. "Please don't cry..."  He looks up to see the storm clouds are coming closer and this child is obviously not fit to go back from wherever she came. Carefully he picks her up in his arms as he little hands wrap around his neck, her eyes still wet with tears. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" She nods quickly, burying her face into his neck and holding on tight. Doc smiles slightly at her closeness to him. "What's your name?"

She looks up at him from her place in his shoulder. "Laura."

"Laura. That's a very pretty name. Well you can just call me Doc." For the first time a smile appears on her face along with a small giggle. "You didn't think that would be name?" She shakes her head with a smile as he walks through the door. "Well none of my students call me that...but that's my name." He makes his way into the back room through his neat little home, the room where students will occasionally stay. Carefully he sets her down on the small yet sturdy bed and begins to grab a water basin and cloth. He goes to move but feels a hand grip into his sleeve.

Laura stared up at him, her eyes wide with fright as she grips his shirt like a lifeline. "Please-please don't leave." Surprised by the touch Doc frowns, but it softens into a smile as he can't help but feel pity for a child so small, to already be abandoned and scared to be alone. He knows exactly how she feels.

He motions to the basin right outside of the room's doorway. "It's alright, I'll be right here." With this reassurance she lets go of his sleeve. He takes the basin and dampens the cloth, cleaning her face, finishing by using the leftover water to wash her little feet. When that is done, Doc sifts through the room's set of drawers and finds her a nightgown. Despite it being much too big for her it's the smallest he has, being used to elementary and older students. Doc helps her into these clean clothes and he can't help but smile as her eyes grow in awe at what to her is the nicest thing she's ever worn. Doc takes a comb from the room's dresser and carefully begins to brush through her thick chestnut hair. Laura smiles happily seeing her reflection in the mirror, and then notices a small basket next to the bed. It is merely an old wicker basket but inside are multiple items other children have contributed to future visitors. Peeking out of the box is a stuffed dog, and the child can't tear her eyes from it. Doc turns to see this and smiles fondly and takes the toy from the box. "Do you like this one?" Laura meets his gaze silently, and nods. Doc chuckles and slips the stuffed animal into her arms. "It's all yours."

Laura's eyes grow wide as she looks down at her first real toy. "Mine...?"

Doc smiles warmly. "Of course." Finishing on her hair he runs his hand through the last few tangles and returns the brush to his place. "There we go, now we can have supper." He picks her up off the bed and gently leads her down the hall into his small kitchen. Entering, Doc lights a small oil lamp on the table and using another match, lights the oven. Off of the small counter he puts a leftover roast into the oven and takes a can of beans from the cupboard. "I would make more, but that would take time." Laura doesn't say a word, just sitting herself at the wooden table admiring her new toy. Doc notices this and can't help but smile. After a few minutes the beans and meat have heated and he sets two plates, along with a glass of milk each from the ice box.

As soon as the plate is set before her, Laura's eyes grown wide, looking at her meager meal as if it's a feast. "Thank you..."

After a good ten minutes the two silently finish their supper, and Doc cleans the dishes before leading Laura into the living room. Doc moves to his chair and lights the lamp and turns to see Laura waiting patiently. His eyes scan the room to find his bookshelf and he smiles gently. "Would you like me to read you a book?" The child tilts her head slightly, thinking over what Doc said. Doc laughs softly and picks a book from his shelf and settles into his chair, motioning for Laura to sit next to him. Without a second thought the child pulls herself up into the chair as Doc settles her on his lap, opening Aesop's Fables. "This one is like a collection of stories–"

Laura perks up at this. "Oh–! Nice ladies would tell me stories before!" She flips through the books pages, smiling as it's ink illustrations flip through. "I wanna read this one, please."

Doc grins at her enthusiasm and opens the book. After about two hours or so he finishes the last story. "...The end." He glances to his clock at the table reading nine-thirty. "Alright...it's probably time for bed..." Looking down he sees Laura fast asleep against his chest, her stuffed dog held tight in her little hands. Carefully Doc takes the afghan from his love seat and drapes it over the two of them, holding her close. "Well...maybe bed can be here tonight." As Doc drifts off, the sound of steady rain pattering on the roof.

The La Bamba one is something I would die to see :')

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