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Close Your Eyes

Can We Keep Him?

Here goes nothing, Dasha thought as she climbed out of her car and slamming the door shut. Her hands were balled into tight fists, her face steamed red, and her jaw tightened at the mere image of her little sister when it popped into her head.

How dare she talk to her like that?

There she was, after a forty-eight hour nonstop shift at the hospital to pick up Willow's bags for the next few days she was going to be staying with her and Ivy had the audacity to stick her nose up at her. When she arrived, tired and a dire need of a relaxing bath, all she was thinking about was that soothing bath can forget about until later on until the evening than at that moment.

Knocking on the door, she waited for Ivy to open the door. Dasha never had the patience when it came to the younger woman. It seems like forever as the doctor had to bang on the door for Ivy Rae to open the stupid door. Once the door was open, Dasha raised a brow at the disarray look that she adorned as a scowl was on her face.

"What?" Ivy snapped.

Dasha put her hands on her hips, "Are you really going to do this? Right now?"

She had enough to deal with and having Ivy Rae acting like she was the one disturbing her…well let's just say that the younger woman shouldn't mess with her. Dasha stared into the eyes of her sister before Ivy realized what she was here for.

Her pink lips opened into an 'o' shape, "Oh right! You are here to pick up Willow's stuff. I'll be right back. Wait here!" she commanded Dasha. The brunette muttered under her breath that she didn't need to be told twice, there was no way in hell she was going to step into that house. She already knew it was a mess and knowing there was a man in there, she rather avoid it.

Dasha took a few steps back as she leaned on the small porch swing, waiting for her sister to come back with her niece's things. As she waited, she heard something inside. Her ears perked up at the sound as her head snuck a peek inside, hoping that Ivy didn't stumble and hurt herself once again while she was running around gathering her daughter's things. Just when Dasha opened her mouth, a large figure stumbled out of the door, making the woman take a few extra steps back in caution.

With guarded eyes, she looked at the man that murmured something under his breath before standing up to his full height. His hazel eyes stared right back at her before he gave her a smirk, showing some gold teeth, "Hey baby, how ya doing?"

Dasha scoffed, "Fuck off."

She wasn't impressed by this man. With his dark complexion that can rival the night sky and his stocky build that was covered in tattoos she can barely see. Dasha never knew why dark people would get tattoos when no one can see them, what's the point? From his stance and clothing, she assumed he was some type of gangbanger.

It was wrong for her to judge, but her mind simply went into overdrive watching the man in the white wife beater and grey saggy sweats along with a do rag on his head. He stepped closer to her with a smug look on his face; Dasha took a few steps back with a frown on her face, "What do you think you are doing?"

"What do you want me to do?" he countered.

Dasha couldn't help but show her disgust as she pushed his beefy form away from her with one of her hands, "I want you to get the hell away from me." Her nose caught the smell of sex and sweat that was lingering in the air as he stepped closer.

When he took those extra steps closer, her quick hands immediately pressed on his pressure points making his body lock down and fall to the ground with a thud. A smirk crept on her face as he groaned, then she heard a shriek, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Ivy quickly went to her man's side dropping the bags at the entrance of her house.

Her mocha eyes darted at her sister, "What is wrong with you?"

"Tell your man to keep his filthy hands to himself." Dasha snapped back, walking away from the scene gathering Willow's things and darting towards her car. While she walked towards her car, she can hear her lovely sister swearing every curse word in the book her way. She didn't care as she tossed the bags in her trunk when she heard, "You're such a fucking bitch!"

"Love you too!" Dasha shouted back with a victory smile on her face.

Climbing into her car she swerved out of the driveway and towards the little girl's school.

Now she was here, in front of Willow's school. Fixing her attire, she took a deep breath before walking into the school where lines of kids were running towards their parents. Her light brown eyes scanned the area to see if she can see the small braided hair girl looking around. She knew that once she saw Dasha she was going to be depressed.

No matter how much Ivy has mistreated or neglected the young girl, Willow loved her mother unconditionally. Willow was an extraordinary person for such a young person and she was right when the small girl's eyes found Dasha's form walking towards her with a small wave.

A frown creased on her face as she took steps towards Dasha, "Mommy's not coming?" the hurtful voice that lingered in her tone made her flinch. Dasha shook her head as she knelt down to her level, "I'm sorry, Willie. Your mom has to work a lot for the next few days so you are going to be staying with me." Willow's head cast down as tears glossed in her eyes, Dasha picked up her niece's head, "We are going to have lots of fun together." she promised.

In all hopes, Dasha prays that her work load would lighten during Willow's stay. She couldn't deal with having a child around at all times when she was working such long hours. Sticking her hand out for Willow to take, the small girl grasp her hand and let Dasha lead her out towards the car with a heavy heart.

Dasha fiercely scrubbed her hands as she stared into the now empty operating room; it has been a long and tedious surgery. She almost lost her patience not once, but three times today and it was a really close call. Her stress levels were high while her legs ached from standing up for so long, the surgery took longer than anticipated as well.

Now all she had to do was tell the parents that their little boy had a successful surgery. A sigh fell from her lips as she dried her hands with paper towels before walking out of the small cleaning room. Her eyes were focused as she took the ride down the elevator to the main waiting room. Dasha scan the room with one clean swipe to see the two parents a nervous wreck.

The mother was in tears as she wringed her hands so tightly it looked like she was about to break her own hands, as she walked closer she can see her lips moving in a mutter, probably some type of prayer while the father was staring off into the distance with a vacant look in his eyes.

When the father saw movement heading their way, his light eyes glanced up to see Dasha with an expressionless face. He tapped his wife's shoulder as she bolted up with red rimmed eyes, "Is Ricky alright? Please tell us that he's alright." She pleaded. Dasha looked at the frantic mother before she licked her lips, "You're son is fine." Once that one sentence was said, she can see the relief both parents had as she started to explain the complications, "We need to monitor him overnight closely and if all is well then he will be cleared to leave within a week."

"Thank you Dr. Swan." The mother removed her hands from her mouth as she engulfed the woman into a tight hug; Dasha wrapped her arms around her lightly, knowing it was futile to refuse a hug from someone that is so emotional. "Thank you." She kept muttering. The father gave his thanks as well before Dasha stepped back and told them that they could see their son despite him still being unconscious.

The brunette woman was happy that it was her final surgery for the day, having a few spare hours before it was midnight, she ushered herself towards the daycare center where Willow was. Another thing, Ivy Rae didn't share with Dasha was that Willow had the next few days off.

The days that Dasha would be taking care of her; that set her off. Why does Ivy have to be such a selfish bitch? She probably just wanted to have some porn party at her house and having a child around would tamper the mood.

As she walked towards her office, she saw her dear friend Amy grinning like a fool. "Why are you in such a happy mood? Did you get released from your interns?" Dasha joked, only a little. She wished she was released from her interns that have been running around all day not knowing what they were doing. She swears a group of chimps can do better a job. Amy just shook her head as she fell into step with her fellow surgeon, "No, but they are actually improving. How are yours doing?"

"It's hell. Absolutely hell. They don't know the difference between CT and an EMG if their lives depended on it."

"Hey, cut them some slack. I bet you didn't know the difference either or what approach to use with certain patients." Amy defended the interns. It was hard being an intern, Dasha knew that, but for some reason her bunch of interns were just…lazy and unmotivated. Was it her fault that they were like that? Of course not, but it did reflect badly on her so she had to pull up the slack on top of pulling the weight of a typical fourth year resident.

"Sure, sure. You still haven't answered my question." Pushing the subject aside as the glint in the doctor's eyes kept gleaming. It made her slightly nervous as the smirk pulled even farther upwards, "You'll find out soon enough." She replied, she continued her walk down the hall making Dasha furrow her brows.

What the hell is she talking about?

Her mocha eyes focused on the reddish door as she pulled it open to reveal exactly what Amy was grinning like a fool for. There it was. The one image she thought she could keep from becoming a reality. It was her worst nightmare.

Willow was sitting on the floor chatting away, probably asking questions to the one and only Tony Stark as he grinned. She couldn't exactly hear what they were conversing about since her ears decided to tune out what they were saying. All she could feel was someone pushing her away from her office and closing the door. Once her eyes saw the door was closed, her golden eyes flickered over to Jak who stood there sheepishly.

"Hey Ash."

Dasha frowned, "What is going on?"

Jak fidgeted under his best friend's gaze as he cleared this throat, "You see, what happened was…the funny thing is we are going to look back and laugh at this one day." He paused seeing the murderous glare Dasha was giving him, so he went straight to the point, "Willow was getting a little anxious so since you were in surgery, Maggie asked me to take Wills off her hands and occupy her. Since it is hard to maintain that six year old child on my own who wanted to run around in the hospital bumped into Tony along the way and the rest is history."

The doctor clenched her fists into tight balls as she gritted her teeth, "How can you let a six year old run around in a hospital? Do you know how much damage that could cause in a wing like this?" her heart was in a panic, what if Willow had run into a gurney or someone that actually had was some delicate case.

She couldn't afford to lose her job over something as small as that; having interns running around like they have no idea what to do along with her best friend that let her six year old niece run loose. "I didn't let her run free. She escaped and I chased after her. If it makes you feel better, Tony has been occupying her time since he got here."

"That doesn't make me feel better. You know how Willow gets with men." She muttered.

How much as she loved her little niece, she had an attachment problem with men. Once she saw that the man she was around was good, loving, nurturing, and caring just like her grandfather, she would attach herself like a leech and never let go. It seems like Tony was her next victim. When Dasha realized that, her eyes widened as she pushed Jak out of the way to open the door. Her heart literally tore as she saw Willow's arms wrapped around Tony's with a smile on her face. The man looked a little awkward as he patted her back with a stiff smile.

"Willow." Dasha called out, grabbing the little girl's attention.

The hazel eyes glanced back with her arms still locked in Tony's and a huge smile plastered on her face, "I love him! Can we keep him?"

She wanted to let out a groan as Tony rose a brow, "Hey now, I am not anyone's piece of property…unless Dasha wants to claim me then I have no problem with that." He chuckled seeing the pissed off look that was written on her face. "So Dash." She flinched at the nickname that he picked himself, "Is this what you were hiding from me? That you have a kid?" the grin was still on his face.

Dasha could see the playful look on his face, clearly he knew that this wasn't her child, but he couldn't help but pull her chain. Well, she was going to pull right back, "Actually," she placed a hand on her hip, "She is mine."

The playful look fell off his face as he glances down at the small child muttering if it was possible for someone like her to have a child. Willow caught the conversation as she shook her head, "You're not my mommy. You're my auntie, Dasha." Tony gave the woman who tricked him a look as he murmured that he knew it all along.

It was then; Dasha realized that Tony was afraid of children. Well, women who had children. The woman had a million thoughts running through her head; if only she had a child then this man would leave her alone…that is preposterous! What a pathetic way to get rid of a man! She was way better than this! She can deal with him; all she had to do was take this one day at a time.

She watched as Tony tried to pry Willow's arms off of his as gentle as he could without hurting her feelings. Thankfully, Dasha didn't want Willow attached to him either so she commanded the little one to release him. Willow pouted as she held on tighter, "Willow Raven Swan, you let go of him right now."

The two had a stare down before the hazel eyed girl let go of Tony before she glanced up at him, "Will I see you again?"

Tony shifted uncomfortably as he tried to avoid the huge doe hazel innocent eyes that were trying to stare into his soul. It was some kind of trick that all kids played, they did play the 'cute' card to get what they want, but it wouldn't work on Tony. He wasn't a kid person, never will be, but…the more he looked in the direction of the little girl the more it made sense to him.

In order for him to get close to Dasha, he had to get close to the one thing that she holds dear to her heart, which was Willow. Despite her foul mood, she can see the love and concern that was held in the woman's eyes as she stared the little girl down. His brown eyes finally glanced down at the little gremlin before he softly smiled at her, "Of course. Why don't you and your Auntie Dasha come to my house tomorrow? I can show you a few gadgets."

Willow beamed as she jumped up and down in her spot. That was easy. Even though he was a little iffy having a six year old around his stuff, he had to remind himself to make sure that he replaced his in progress items with old gadgets that he didn't use anymore. Seeing the irritated look on Dasha's face always amused him and seeing it now just made him smirk. "Can we Auntie? Pwease?" her evil siren eyes were now planted on Dasha as she jutted out her lower lip.

He can see the older woman tearing down, more quickly than him. Sighing, she muttered an agreement as he grinned. What a wonderful day tomorrow is going to be.
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