Disclaimers: Just a girl having some fun.

Spoilers: Roni tries to deal with being in a wheelchair.

Rating: PG15 Strong themes...eventually.

Notes: What If? Belongs to Creed. Thanks to Chelle for proofing this, and incouraging me. If you take me down for this, take her too.

After spending a week in the hospital, Roni was finally released. But was she really? Abbey was most likely going to put up more of a fuss over Roni than all the nurses and doctors had. Most likely? Definitely.

Roni was pushed in to the hospital's wheelchair accessible van by an orderly, and was driven to the White House. The vehicle came to a stop right outside one of the wheelchair accessible doorways into the residence.

Jed and Abbey stood there waiting for Roni's return. As the driver came around back, he opened the door. He further directed Roni to roll onto the little elevator thing the van was equipped with. Roni did as she was told, and then the man pressed a button and down went Roni.

Before the man climbed back into the driver seat, he went around to the side door and took out a black leather suitcase filled with Roni's stuff she had at the hospital with her.

Jed thanked the man as the van drove off. He then went over and picked up the suitcase. "Come on, let's go inside." Jed said as Abbey went behind Roni and began to push her chair.

"I can push it myself, mom." Roni retorted as she had suddenly begun to move forward.

"Sorry, I didn't know." Abbey quietly responded. It hurt her so that Roni was so hurt. "I won't do it again."

When Abbey left from behind the chair, she went over to the door and held it open. "Am I allowed to open the door for you?" Abbey asked a little sarcasticly.

Roni just ignored the comment and rolled herself into the building Closely behind her were her parents.

As Roni rolled through the hallways of the White House, the same hallways she used to walk through everyday, she began to get depressed. It probably wasn't helping that everyone that walked past her was giving her a look of sympathy.

When Roni, Jed, and Abbey got off of the elevator on the same floor in which their bedrooms were, they piled out of the thing. As soon as she was out of it, she strolled herself off, went into her bedroom, and slammed the door shut. Before moving away from it, she made sure to lock the door. Then she made her way over to the bed.

Carefully, and very slowly, Roni managed to pick herself up out of the chair and onto the bed. It had been much easier at the hospital. But eventually, she made it. As she began to push herself further on the bed, her phone began to ring.

And ring.

And ring.

Roni refused to pick the phone up. She didn't care who was on the other end. She didn't feel like talking to anyone.

She finally got herself far enough on the bed, and having done so, she dropped her back down to the bed. Her head bounced off the pillow slightly as she did so.

Roni heard a knock at the door.

"Go away!" She shouted as she reached over to the nightstand and picked up the remote control for the stereo. Music began to blast through the speakers drowning out the knocking, and her crying.

I can't find a rhyme in all my reason
I've lost sense of time and all seasons
I feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds

I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out

What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?

Jed, who had been the one to knock on the door, finally went away. He had tried his hardest to get her to answer the door, but because of the music, he couldn't. He tried even harder to listen to the words of the song, but all he could hear was the blare of the music.

Not knowing what else to do, he had no choice but to leave.

I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine
Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind
Human pride sings a vengeful song
Inspired by the times you've been walked on

My stage is shared by many millions
Who lift their hands up high because they feel this
We are one
We are strong
The more you hold us down the more we press on

What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?


Roni sat up. She knew whomever was at her door had left. Not like she ever heard the person, she just knew whoever it was, was gone. She, being able to understand the words of the song, knowing what they were. Knowing what they meant, began to cry.

She hoped the song was right. She hoped she could press on from this tragic event in her life. But truth be known, she was too scared to do much of anything. She was even too scared to let anyone get close to her.


I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind
'Cause what consumes your thoughts controls your life
So I'll just ask a question
A lonely simply question
I'll just ask one question

What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?
What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?
What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?
What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?


As she reflected on that last little part of the song, she thought about what it said. What if I? What if it was her? Well, It was her. It was her sitting in that wheelchair. It was her holding the hate in her mind. She didn't care if it was controlling her life. She didn't have control over if she walked again, so why couldn't her thoughts control her life? Why couldn't that hatred she felt so strongly for the men who put her in the chair control her life?

What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?

What if your words could be judged like a crime?

What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?
What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?
What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?
What if? What if? What if? What if? What if I?


If Roni's words were judged like a crime, she'd be in a lot of trouble. She realized she had been pushing people away. Yelling at them. Lying to them. She wanted revenge against Superman and his gang, and she was taking it out on the people closest to her. She knew this, but she didn't care. It was her in the chair, not them.

Her.

TBC…