Oversight - Final Part.
Pairing: Kit Walker x reader
OC: None
Warnings: None
Words: 1k1
Part. I, Part. II
The common room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the single bulb hanging from the ceiling. Kit could make out the figure of his wife Alma, lying on your shoulder. His heart sank as he recognized you. You were the woman he had promised to protect when he was himself a patient at Briarcliff.
You were lightly caressing Alma's hair while reading her a story you had written. Kit could not make out the words, but he could hear the soft cadence of your voice. The story was about a woman who was saved by a knight that ironically seemed to look like him.
Kit cleared his throat, and you looked up. He could see the surprise in your eyes when you recognized him. You stood up, and said, "I'm glad to see you again, Kit."
Kit could see the sadness in your eyes. You were still here, after all this time, and Briarcliff had become even harder for sane or insane people alike. Your scars had faded slightly over time, but due to the lack of access to care and the mistreatment of pseudo-nurses, new scratches were born. He nodded and stepped closer to Alma, taking in her peaceful sleeping form. He wanted to tell you that he was sorry for leaving you behind, but the words stuck in his throat.
You gently touched his arm and said, "I'm sure she'll be glad to see you when she wakes up." You smiled sadly at him before turning away, giving them some privacy.
Kit watched you go with a heavy heart. He had failed to protect you, just as he had failed to protect Alma. He only hoped that he would be able to do better this time. He knelt beside Alma and looked into her sleeping face, knowing that he would do everything in his power to save her.
You nervously shuffled into the other room, taking in the grim sight before you. Sister Jude, who had once been an intimidating figure of authority, now sat before you in a state of disarray. Her once crisp and pristine habit was now faded and tattered, her hands bound with chains, her figure slumped in defeat. You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy in your heart as you approached the former ruler of Briarcliff.
"Sister Jude, I'm here to see you." You said with a soft voice, the tension in the air palpable.
Jude looked up at you with a weary expression, her eyes sad and full of regret. You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You had every reason to hate this woman, every reason to want revenge. But instead, you found yourself wanting to help.
"I wanted to see how you were doing," you said, your voice gentle. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Jude looked away, ashamed. "No. I deserve to be here."
You took a few steps closer, your heart aching for this broken woman. "No, you don't. We all make mistakes, Jude. We can all be forgiven. And I'm here to help you."
You took Jude's hand and gently rubbed it, a small gesture of kindness. Tears filled Jude's eyes, and she looked up at you with gratitude.
"Thank you," she whispered.
You smiled back, your heart swelling with warmth. "Anytime."
From then on, your days were filled with nothing but your desire to see Jude and Alma slowly recover, and try to make them smile despite the environment they were in. But slowly Alma's condition began to deteriorate and one morning in 1969, Alma Walker was gone.
Kit arrived at Briarcliff late in the evening, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He had been informed of his wife's passing just earlier that day and he was determined to say his goodbyes. You had been staying in the morgue all day, with Alma's body.
You gently took him in your arms and held him close, offering your condolences. You were deeply affected by Alma's death and the sorrow in Kit's eyes was too much for you to bear. You wanted to do something to help him.
"You must be so lost without her," you said softly, your voice full of compassion.
Kit looked into your eyes, and in a sudden urge of desperation, he asked you. "Will you come with me? I can legally save you and bring you home with my daughter. Please, Y/N."
You were touched by his offer, but you shook your head. "I can't leave Sister Jude alone here. She has been through so much. I can't abandon her."
Kit did not understand at first. How could you care for someone who had hurt you so much? But as he watched you speak so lovingly about Jude, he began to understand.
You showed him how Jude had changed and he saw for himself the transformation of the woman. After several minutes of contemplation, Kit came to a decision.
"Then let us both go," he said. "I will take both of you home with me. You do not have to be alone anymore."
You were overwhelmed by his offer, and you gave him a tearful nod of agreement. Kit had just given you a chance to start a new life, free from the horrors of Briarcliff. It was a chance you would never forget.
You smiled as you watched Sister Jude walk out of Briarcliff Manor, the heavy wooden doors clanging shut behind her. She had been held against her will for far too long, and now finally she was free.
You offered your arm to Sister Jude, and the elderly nun took it, leaning heavily against you as they made their way to Kit Walker's car.
Kit was waiting for them, his eyes fixed on you as you approached. He opened his arms and you stepped into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Kit kissed you tenderly, his lips lingering on yours for a few moments.
"Thank you for freeing me," you said softly.
Kit merely smiled and nodded, but his eyes spoke volumes.
The three of you drove away from Briarcliff, leaving it far behind. You soon arrived at Kit's house, and you were amazed at the sight. It was a beautiful home, with a large garden and a bright, cheerful atmosphere.
Suddenly, a young girl dashed out of the house and ran up to Kit, wrapping her arms around him.
"Daddy!" she cried out happily.
"This is my daughter, Julia," Kit said, introducing her to you.
You smiled warmly at the girl, feeling a wave of warmth and happiness wash over you. You had finally found a family of your own.
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