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My Dad's Mind Maze (Recovery AU)

Chapter 1: The Day a Bomb Exploded in My Father's Brain

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Warning: Strong language, mild sexual content

a/n: Hello everyone! So I'm finally getting back into writing a bit and this old draft is the first in line while I work on another Casanova request. Hope you all like it <3

"My daddy is like a superhero!" Little Ophelia said while the other girls talked about their dads after ballet class.

"Your dad's a plumber, catch yourself on," one of the girls said and the others laughed.

"Yeah! He's a plumber but he helps people so he's like a hero, and he's going to school too, and he can make me fly when he tosses me up. He's a hero!" She started getting upset at how the other girls giggled.

"What is going on here?" Alan asked when he entered the room.

"Dad!" Ophelia ran into his arms. "The girls were laughing at me cause they say you're not a hero."

"That's because they don't know what a hero is, sweetheart," he took his daughter in his arms. "They think heroes are always like superman or batman, but sometimes a hero is just someone who can make your life a little better."

"You make my life a lot better," she hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"See? Then I'm your hero, they're just jealous they don't have a hero of their own."

"They said you're just a plumber."

"I am, and I saved a woman today from having her entire house flooded, isn't that something? Her kitties would all be under water if it wasn't for me."

"She had kitties?"

"She did, three! They were called Larry, Garry, and Jerry."

"You're the best, Dad… you saved the kitties!" Ophelia laughed.

"Now come on, princess, let's get home so you can show me the new moves you learned. I need to improve my dancing!"

Time changes many things, it makes little girls grow up into women, it makes fathers turn from heroes to… slightly older heroes. But Ophelia's love for her father remained unchanged, if anything, it grew.

Her world was crushed when the police knocked on her door to let her and her family know that her dad was admitted to the hospital after being run over by a truck. Alan was in a coma for a while, but she didn't care that he wouldn't respond, she kept coming to see him every single day.

Ophelia would sing, bring different essential oils to stimmulate his senses. She took care of him in every way she possibly could, knowing her mother wasn't strong enough to handle everything, her twin Dean would most likely lash out because of how frustrated he was, and her younger brother Joel couldn't exactly understand what was going on.

"I can't keep watching him do nothing," Dean said.

"Will you shut up?" Ophelia cried. She also felt like that, but didn't have the courage to say it.

She was carefully trimming her father's nails. "There you go, all better. Maybe I should trim his beard too, I'll get the trimmer."

"Oph, you don't have to do this," Tricia said.

"I know, I want to," the girl said with tears in her eyes. "I can't spend time with him, but I can do this. At least we're Bonding."

"Daddy's girl…" she teased. That title had been given Ophelia from a very young age, ever since she was a baby and would only stop fussing on her dad's arms. More than once, she caught herself wishing her mother was the one in a coma instead of her father… not that she'd ever admit it.

Carefully, Ophelia trimmed her dad's beard while she covered his chest with a towel and then combed his hair.

"You're so handsome now, see?" She whispered and kissed his forehead. "Please come back to us, Daddy, please come back to me."

"He touched my boob the other day," Tricia murmured. "They said it was a spasm, a motor response, but… it felt like he knew."

"That sounds like Dad," Ophelia chuckled.

Tricia had been working double shifts to make sure the family would have enough money while Alan couldn't work, which left her eldest daughter to care for her father almost every day. She was out of school already, she graduated early six months before and was headed to a music conservatory, but none of that mattered anymore.

"He's up! He's awake!" Ophelia cried on the phone when she saw her dad open his eyes and carefully read the note that was hangin above his bed stating who he was, where he was, and why he was there.

"What? Really? I'll be there in fifteen minutes!" Tricia shouted and immediately hung up.

"Hey, Dad!" Ophelia smiled at him, but his expression was unchanged until he started screaming. He was confused and scared, he tried to get up, but the medical staff was trying to hold him down.

"Fuck off! Fuck off! Let me go!" He struggled and squirmed.

"What is happening?" She asked.

"Post coma agitation, it's very common," one of the nurses explained. "You've had an accident, Alan, that's why you're in hospital now."

"Don't you have any medication you can give him for that?"

"You!" Alan pointed at his daughter.

"It's me, Dad, it's me! I've been here the whole time!"

"Did you bring the outline drawings with the elevations?" he mumbled. "Unless I see the drawings I don't now weather I can build it for you or not in the time frame."

"Do you know who this is, Alan? Who is this girl?" The nurse asked.

"It's me, Daddy, it's Ophelia."

"Ophelia… that's a weird name," he snorted with laughter.

"I'm your daughter."

"My daughter? I haven't got a daughter."

"Yeah you do, look," she pulled out of her bag a photo album and opened to show him a picture of him holding her and his twin brother. "Look, it's you and this is me, this is Dean, your son."

"Don't be daft, that's not you… this is a baby, you're not a baby."

"I was a baby one day. Look, do you know who this is?" Ophelia turned the page to show a picture of her mother holding her.

"Is that… have I seen her before?"

"Yeah! She's your wife, Tricia. My mother."

"My wife? Cheryl! Yeah, that's Cheryl!" Alan smiled, quite proud of himself for remembering.

"No, Dad, Cheryl was your high school girlfriend, this is my mum, Tricia. You married her after."

"Did I?"

"Yeah, look at you two in Portugal," Ophelia pointed. "That's you and that's her. You remember that? You went on holiday together."

"It was hot," he murmured. "On a hovercraft together."

"Holiday," she giggled.

"Honeycomb… Yeah, a honeycomb."

"Holiday," she tried not to laugh, but it was too silly. If her father wasn't the one with a life changing brain injury, she would've been cackling.

She rememebered he used to do that game when she was child, a game in which he'd pronounce words wrong just so she'd correct him and he'd say 'but what did I say?' so she'd repeat his mispronounciation and he'd ask again 'and what's the right one?' until she would get pouty and irritated and he'd laugh… He loved to annoy his little girl, that is every father's favorite pastime, after all.

"What the fuck am I doing here anyway?" Alan got upset after being corrected and tried to take his shirt off. "I wanna go home!"

"Hey hey, calm down, sorry for laughing," Ophelia held him in place and once she was on top of him he smirked.

"Come here often?" He teased.

"Yes, because I'm your daughter and you're my father and I'm taking care of you."

The nurse assured that the amnesia would go away, even if his recovery took months or years, he's at least remember who she was, who the rest of the family and his old friends were. It was comforting to think at least that much was true, but it was undeniable that something was broken. That wasn't her father, that was somebody else she'd need to learn how to love and avoid pressuring with her expectations of who whe was supposed to be.

Ophelia frowned, thinking of what her life would look like from now on, what his life would look like. How could someone she looked up to and admired so much, someone who cared for her and was supposed to make her feel protected was now this shell of a man? He needed protection, he needed to be taken care of now. There's something so depressing about having to care for the ones who cared for you.

And of course, the harrassment started. Alan's impulse control was gone and he's make the most ludicrous comments without a filter, he's touch women innapropriately simply for not understanding what was or not appropriate anymore. And his daughter wasn't an exception. Three times, three times it happened that day

"Nice ass!" Alan reached to grab Ophelia from behind.

"No!" She screamed, swatting his hand away. "Dad, don't do that. This isn't right and I don't like it. You can't do this, remember the father-daughter touches I taught you just now?"

"But it's so nice, you're so sexy, you look like my girlfriend."

"That's because you married that girlfriend and had me, I'm your daughter, I'm Ophelia. Remember?"

"Tricia…"

"No, not Tricia. Ophelia."

"Ophelia," Alan murmured.

"Yes!" For a moment she had hope, he understood. She saw it in his eyes that he remembered her and all the good times they shared when she grew up.

"Oh look at the tits on ya…" he went to fondle her again and once more she had to push him away.

"Dad! Don't! Please, Daddy," she was on the verge of crying. The nurse told her the amnesia would go away soon, but it was painful.

"Damn right I'm your daddy, you're Daddy's good girl, huh? Why don't you come sit in Daddy's lap for a little ride?"

"Please stop," she had to look down to hide her tears.

"But you're so beautiful, Trish, just a little. I can't help myself, just looking at you gives me a hard on."

"Please, Dad, please remember me," Ophelia held up a photo of herself in her old ballet uniform.

"That's my daughter, she's taking fencing lessons."

"Dancing lessons, Dad. That's your daughter, that's me when I was four!"

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I grew up, it's been seventeen years."

Ophelia couldn't hold back, she let out a pained sob and hid her face behind her hands. She just wanted her father back, the wanted him to protect her and tell her everything would be fine.

"Ophelia," Alan finally said, taking her in his arms. "Oph, my baby, it's alright. Daddy's here, it's alright. Remember what mum said? Breathe and count to ten, shall we?"

"Dad…"

"Yeah."

"I love you," she hugged him tightly.

"Why are you crying, princess? I love you too, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing."

"Baby, what did I do?" He asked suddenly, even though she knew in an hour he'd forget she wasn't Tricia again and try to touch her. "I didn't mean to."

"I want my Daddy," tears shed down her face though she tried to hold back for his sake.

"I'm here, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

"I'm not the daddy I used to be? I'm so sorry, my little darling, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. You're a different daddy, but I love you all the same."

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