trashchildren | For Joan

Ted smiles, as he doesn't mind too much, he just doesn't want to be a bother. And yeah, he really wouldn't like to fall over, what with the state of his knees, his hips - most parts of him, honestly.

"Alright, thanks--" He pauses to read her name tag. "Rosa. Lovely name," he says, and she chuckles at him.

With their powers combined, they manage to get him into the chair, and wheel him off to the bathroom. He also gets to wear one slipper, which amuses him for some reason.

"Alright, I think I can take it from here," he says, once they've gotten him onto the toilet. Pretty smart of them to have these hospital gowns that open in the back, so he doesn't have to drop his pants in front of strangers.

He's so good natured even in this situation, and Joan can't help but be both amused and heart-warmed by that. In most cases even the nicest of people can get a little difficult when in the hospital. Not Ted. He remains kind and considerate and personable. It's not a surprise, per se...because it's Ted...but it is remarkable.

Joan and Rosa wait outside the bathroom for him to finish.

The act itself doesn't take too long, since he didn't eat all Sunday and most of Monday, and then nothing heavy, so his stomach is still catching up a little bit.

But he does take a moment to just... sit there in silence. It's the first time he's been alone since he was found. He's glad it's brightly lit in here, since otherwise it might be more uncomfortable. But it's good to have just a little bit of privacy.

He reaches back and unties his gown, so he can pull it off his upper body, and inspect his sides. They look pretty brutal. The bruises haven't started fading, but they are turning different colors. There's a few on his arms too, but they're not as bad. He inspects his knees, and yeah, they're pretty awful too. No wonder they hurt. He wishes he could look at himself in the mirror, but he'd have to stand up for that.

He sighs, then puts the gown back on, though he has trouble reaching back to tie it again, and he mutters a mild swear. Oh well, he'll just have to ask for help with that.

"Alright, y'all ready to cart me back?" he says, loud enough for them to hear him outside.

She can tell he's taking longer than he probably needs to pee, and she can guess what he's doing is taking stock of his injuries. He hasn't really had a chance to do that, and Joan totally understands him wanting to see. She hopes it doesn't send him into a spiral, seeing the brutal damage done to him by a terrible man that had abused him mentally and emotionally as well.

When he calls for their help the two of them come in. Joan notices that his gown is untied, and she moves behind him to tie it up as the nurse is moving the wheelchair into position.

"Okay," the nurse says, holding onto one of Ted's arms and Joan holding onto the other. "Up we go!"

Ted gives her a small grateful smile as she ties together his gown even without him asking, and without commenting on it.

Turns out standing up is very difficult when your knees don't work properly, so he definitely requires their help to lift him up.

"Feel like a two year old in potty training..." he comments, and there's definitely a little bit more bitterness to it than Ted usually exhibits.

It's not that he feels infantilized, he just doesn't like feeling so helpless. "Thattaway, ladies," he says, nodding towards the sink. At least with both of their help for him to put his weight on, and somewhat stiff movements, he can actually manage to walk there.

Ah, there's a touch of bitterness. Joan doesn't fault him for it at all.

They help him hobble over to the sink, and Joan refrains from turning on the water for him, He can do it himself.

He leans against the sink to help steady himself, but at least his knees hold him when he's just standing still with something to help for balance. And he knows that while his broken leg will take a while to heal, his knees will get better quicker.

He washes his hands, and then looks at himself in the mirror. It's definitely not a pretty sight. Both his eyes are pretty unharmed, thankfully, but between the split lip and and bruised cheekbone, a solid portion of his face is discolored and swollen. He reaches up and touches it gently, frowning.

Crap. He hasn't seen his face before now. She can just imagine what a shock it must be.

"Hey," Joan says softly to get his attention. "It looks bad," she acknowledges, since the truth is important. "He really did a number on you. But you're okay. It's going to heal."

Ted glances over at her, then continues looking at himself. It's not that he's never been injured before, but it's never been this bad, nor has it come with such unpleasant memories.

"I just don't want to freak out Henry..." he answers softly, definitely with worry in his voice. He still has no idea how he's going to explain this to him.

He knows Michelle must be worried sick, and he doesn't know how much Beard has told her. But she's probably held it together for Henry's sake, probably told him that daddy's in the hospital, but that he's going to be fine, and they just want to visit to help him get better. He can practically hear her voice in his head.

So very much like Ted to worry about those he loves more than about himself, and she loves him dearly for it.

"He might be a little freaked out," she says. "It would probably be a good idea to warn Michelle that your face is bruised, so that she can tell Henry what to expect. But you're still you, regardless of what your face looks like. Henry will know that. He knows you. He loves you."

Ted nods a little, and he knows she's right. What's more important is that Ted is conscious and happy to see him, and he can reassure Henry that everything's alright. He looks at Joan in the mirror and gives her a small grateful smile.

He's really glad she doesn't sugarcoat things, or try to ignore problems. Michelle had a tendency to do that, wanting to match his optimism, and eventually growing frustrated and guilty when she couldn't. Joan is more of a realist, still reassuring and kind, partly because she does see the problems and thinks about how to address them.

"Alright, I'm ready to head back," he says, and lets Joan and Rosa help him back into the wheelchair.

She answers that smile with a small reassuring one of her own. Joan is a realist, something that has served her well as a detective, a sober companion, and a surgeon. Ignoring problems only makes them worse in the long run. And her realism is one way in which Joan and Ted make each other better. She's able to see and face problems, while he's able to recognize the good things in situations and in people. They're quite a pair.

Joan and Rosa help him back into the wheelchair, and Joan wheels him back to the bed, pulling the IV stand along with them. Once they're there Joan and Rosa take his arms again to help him out of the wheelchair and back into bed.

Ted thanks Rosa for her help once he's all settled. He's not that tired anymore, so he asks Joan to fetch him some snacks from a vending machine, so he can eat something light, and he turns on the television.

And then they just sit there for the rest of the night, cuddled up in bed and watching Antiques Roadshow. Sure, it might be a hospital bed, but as far as nights go, it could be a lot worse.

When it's morning and people are starting to bustle around, Beard comes by before work, with some clothes for Ted so he can feel at least slightly more presentable before Michelle and Henry arrives. And so he can make sure to cover up his knees and his arms properly as well. There's not much that can be done about the face.

Keeley also comes to visit, and Rebecca's clearly warned her about Ted's state, because she doesn't show any shock at all at seeing him, just bringing her encouraging and lovely self to cheer him up. She brought balloons and flowers and a homemade card and everything, and Ted deeply appreciates it.

It's a nice way to spend the rest of the night, cuddling and watching gentle TV while snacking on hospital vending machine fare. It's surprisingly normal for them, like they could be on the couch in Ted's apartment and be doing the same thing. And that's good...it will help Ted recover to have things be as normal as possible, so that the memory of what happened to him has a chance to fade.

In the morning Joan helps Ted into the clothes Beard brought for him. When Keeley comes Joan asks her if she can stay with Ted for a little while so Joan can go home and freshen up. Keeley gives an enthusiastic yes, absolutely insisting that Joan take as much time as she needs.

She gives Ted a kiss and tells him she'll be back in a little bit, then leaves the hospital. It feels weird to step out into the sun and into London, where life is going on as if nothing happened. She flags down a cab and takes it to 221B. She wants to convey Ted's thanks to Sherlock, but the detective isn't home. Maybe he's still at the station questioning Turner Chapman.

She takes a shower and changes her clothes, and feels a hundred times better, as if the trauma of the day before had washed away with the hot water. She got another cab, heading back to the hospital, already missing Ted and eager to get back to him.

Beard texts him updates about Michelle and Henry's flight, so Ted knows when it's safe to call them. He does let her know that his face is bruised, and finds out how much Beard had told her. He's just said that Ted was attacked by someone, and Ted agrees that it might be best to leave it at that for now, until he can have a proper conversation about it later.

Ted's still really worried about Henry seeing him, but once that kid walks in the door, the relief and happiness at seeing him is so worth it.

Henry is definitely a little bit spooked at first, but as soon as hugs are had and Ted shows that he's still his enthusiastic loving self, it seems to fade. Henry gets to sit on the bed, as long as he's very careful about Ted's sides, and the kid is extraordinarily gentle and sweet and cautious.

Michelle is more worried, but she slowly relaxes once she sees that he's going to be fine. She makes a valiant effort not to cry in front of Henry, at seeing Ted so beat up, while she sits in the chair next to the bed.

They're happy to see Keeley too, who they met on their last visit, though she bows out right as Joan returns to the hospital.

Joan sees Keeley heading out as she enters, and the woman tells her Michelle and Henry are with Ted. Joan thanks her, for keeping Ted company and for letting her know his family is there. As Joan heads toward Ted's room, she tries to think of the best way to introduce herself to Ted's ex and their child. It's awkward and certainly not the circumstances in which she'd want to meet them, but things were the way they were.

When she reaches the room she halts outside the open door. Ted is there with Michelle and Henry. They're all laughing. Ted looks so happy. He looks at Michelle, and Joan can see the love he has for her. He loves her. She knew that, but seeing it...

No wonder he's never told Joan he loves her.

Joan takes a step back. She shouldn't interrupt this time he has with his family. He loves them. He should be with them.

Her phone buzzes. She fishes it out of her pocket and sees a message from Sherlock.

T.C. WS A PAWN

It's like a punch in the gut, and she staggers back. She had convinced herself that Chapman had just been a crazy football fan, nothing more. But she was wrong. He was used as a weapon to hurt, hell, to kill Ted.

She looks up at him, at how beat up he is, and sees very clearly how he looked in that basement, chained and beaten and near death.

Because of her. All because of her. Because he was close to her and Joan and Sherlock had gotten too close to Moriarty and she sent someone after Ted to take someone Joan loves...

She turns and hurries down the hall, toward the exit, her head down, her eyes brimming with tears, holding it together until she could flag a cab, get in, and give the cabbie an address.

Then she breaks down and sobs there in the back of the cab.

Edited 2021-07-06 06:53 (UTC)

Getting to spend time with Henry feels like the best medicine. While he was down in that basement, it was a comforting thought that Henry was halfway across the world, out of reach of any harm. But now that he's safe, he feels so much better being able to be with his kid.

Still, in a way it's also exhausting. He needs to be strong for them, to protect them from what really happened. It's not like with Joan, where he can let himself be vulnerable, knowing that she'll be able to take it, that she's signed up to be there for it.

He keeps checking the time, wondering when Joan will be back so he can introduce them. He knows it's not the best time to tell them they're dating, but he wants them to at least meet Joan, to see what a lovely person she is, and to give them the opportunity to thank her. Not that he'd tell then everything he did, but he figures he could at least say that Joan is responsible for finding the man who hurt Ted, and making sure he doesn't hurt anyone else.

After a few hours, he suspects she might have gone to join Sherlock with the investigation into Turner, or maybe they got a case or something. Still, he'd expect a text from her in that case.

When Michelle takes Henry to go get some snacks and some coffee, he takes the chance to just send Joan a short text.

Hey. When do you think you'll be back? -Ted

Joan is at 221B. She's cried out all of her tears, and now...now she feels empty. The exact opposite of numb, she is so deeply in pain that she can hardly register any other emotion. All she can think of is that Ted almost died because of her. She needs to stay away from him. And it's killing her.

She's sitting at her desk, her laptop in front of her, a travel website open and displaying a list of flights to New York.

When the phone buzzes, she sees a text from Ted, and it feels like she's been stabbed through the heart. He doesn't know. He doesn't know he's in the hospital because of her. He doesn't know that she needs to protect him. To let him be happy with his family. Alive with his family.

She thinks of not answering at all, but he deserves something. Even the barest thing she can say. She types the text.

I'm sorry.

She hits send. Then she turns off her phone. And selects a flight to New York that leaves tomorrow evening.

Ted frowns at the text. At first he assumes she's saying she's sorry about being late, or maybe she felt overwhelmed by the idea of meeting her ex-wife and kid. But neither seems exactly right. Like she's elaborate a bit more?

About what? What's wrong?

He waits for a response, and still hasn't gotten anything by the time his family is back, so he puts it aside for now. Maybe Joan needs a little time.

Eventually he gets tired, and Michelle tells Henry that they need to let daddy get some rest, and they can visit him later. Ted offers them the use of his apartment, since it's just standing there empty anyway, but they end up going to a hotel near the hospital instead.

Ted checks his phone again, and there's still nothing, so he sends another text: Are you on a case? What's up?

That one gets him nothing either, so he tries calling, and it goes to voice mail. Is her phone off? (He tries not to get paranoid about something happening to her, and he's not wholly successful.)

So he texts Sherlock.

Hey. Is Joan with you? I can't reach her.

Sherlock is hard at work trying to track down this person who set Turner Chapman on the path of kidnapping and attempting to murder Ted. When his phone buzzes he expects it to be Watson. When he sees it's Ted Lasso asking where Joan is it pulls him up short. He would have thought she was with him. But finding out that she's not, that he has no idea where she is, he has some idea of what might be going on. He was there when Joan was dealing with Andrew's death. It turned her life upside down, and it took her months to come back to herself again.

Has she told him?

He texts back, in legible vernacular instead of his usual text speak.

She is not. Does the name Andrew ring a bell?

It definitely rings a bell. In fact, when Sherlock brings it up, it rings a pretty big alarm bell.

Her boyfriend who died because someone was targeting Joan. Ted feels incredibly stupid that it didn't occur to him this might trigger some feelings related to that. Even if Ted was just attacked by some random guy, and it had nothing to do with Joan, she's probably feeling pretty upset.

Part of him is also annoyed, because why couldn't she just say so, instead of worrying him like that? But he knows that thought is unfair, so he pushes it down.

It does. Thank you. When you see her, please make sure she's alright. I understand if she needs some space, but I'd also like to know she's okay.

After that he tries (and mostly fails) to put it from his mind. He worries about her, and misses her. He wants to be the one to comfort her, even as he understands that just seeing him might be triggering her memories, and that she's too focused on taking care of him to let herself be vulnerable. It's a painful position for the both of them.

Beard and Nate come by after work. Nate is a little bit of a wreck, and clearly has no idea how to act, while still trying desperately to be comforting. It's sweet, and a little bit funny. He doesn't stay too long though, but Beard sticks around.

They talk a little bit about the team, about strategy for the next match, just to get Ted's mind off of things, and let him feel like he's not totally useless, stuck in the hospital.

Beard can clearly tell Ted is worried though, and after a bit, Ted opens up about Joan. He stays vague about Andrew, not wanting to disclose all of Joan's personal stuff, but does let Beard know she's lost someone and might be blaming herself for it. Beard can easily tell it's taking a heavy toll on Ted that Joan's not talking to him about it at all.

So the next day, at lunch, Beard texts to ask if Joan has reached out to him yet. When he finds out she hasn't, he takes a cab up to 221B and rings on the doorbell.

Joan has her bags packed. She hasn't even told Sherlock that she's leaving, wholly wrapped up in guilt and fear and pain. She tries not to think about Ted, but it's impossible. She can't not think of him, not miss him, not feel incredibly empty in the knowledge that she can't be with him. She tries to pass the time until she leaves for the airport, but winds up mostly staring at the wall.

When the doorbell rings she frowns, not expecting anyone. She's tempted to just not answer. She looks like a mess, and she doesn't really want to see anyone right now. But maybe it's someone for Sherlock.

She goes down and opens the door, and is surprised to see Beard there.

"Um...hey," she says.

Beard nods in greeting. "Ted wants to see you," he says, getting to the point immediately.

Not that Ted has asked him to come here, but sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands for the sake of your friends. And it's fairly obvious that Joan is going through something, and she'd probably be better off for seeing Ted too.

She swallows and looks down for a moment before lifting her head. Beard can doubtless see the pain in her expression.

"It might be for the best if he doesn't," she says softly, grief in every syllable.

"Then you should tell him to his face," Beard answers immediately. He'd clearly anticipated this possibility, and is having absolutely none of it. "He deserves that much, don't you think?"

The cab that took Beard here is still waiting at the side of the road.

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