princess -johnny lawrence-

s2 e6

a/n: this is short, but i had to rewatch tommys death for this, so deal with it
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The next training, Johnny and Kreese had everyone doing burpees. "This all could be over in an instant. The decision's yours! Who trashed the Miyagi dojo? Y'all know I'm no fan of LaRusso's, but that sort of bullshit we don't teach in here. At least not anymore." Johnny says, looking at Kreese. "So I'm gonna ask you again. Who trashed Miyagi-Do?" He shouts. "It was not me, Sensei. I would never disrespect another man's dojo-" Ray starts. "Shut your cakehole, Chubs. I'm not looking for excuses. I'm looking for answers!" Johnny shouts. "Sensei, we really don't know who did it."

Miguel pants. "Somebody knows something. Question is... who's gonna break?" Kreese stares at Eli before switching his eyes to Torrence who's measuring her breathing so she doesn't pant. Johnny's phone rings. "Keep going. We can do this all day." Johnny says, walking to his office to answer it. "Sensei, we need a water break." Mitch says, walking up to Kreese. He scans over the room. "Two-minute break!" He calls out. "Get your bearings." He says when everyone sighs a breath of relief. Torrence walks to Eli after grabbing her water bottle. "Tell them." She hisses at him.

She walks away, going to Johnny's office. "Sensei-" "Jett, I've gotta go." He says. "Somewhere I can go?" She asks hopefully. She didn't trash the dojo and as she was just about to tell Johnny who did. "Actually, yes. Call your mom. I'll talk to Kreese." He tells her, walking out. She calls her mom, explaining that she would be with Johnny for a few days. "Be careful. Call me every night." Eliza tells her. "Of course, momma." She tells her, saying their goodbyes before she hangs up. Johnny waits for her at the door. She kisses Miguel's cheek as he talks to Tory. Tory scowls. "Just friends."

Torrence smirks. "Unless you want me to kiss your cheek too." She teases. "Torrence, let's go." Johnny says. Tory laughs, motioning the girl away. Torrence grabs her bag, following Johnny out. Soon enough, they're in his car, Torrence changing in the front seat as they drive. They reach San Bernardino, walking into the hospice center. Torrence holds Johnny's hand, comforting him as he walks to the counter. "I'm looking for a friend." He says before someone calls his name. He lets go of Torrence. "Hey, Bobby." "Hey." They hug. "Long time, man." "Yeah. You look good, man."

Bobby pulls away. "Few more wrinkles but, you know, not too bad." He laughs. "Yeah, what about you? You'd think with all that preaching and praying, you'd get some of that hair back." Johnny teases. "Yeah. Unfortunately, God doesn't work that way. But uh... I've definitely been doing a lot of praying since, you know..." Bobby nods behind him. "Yeah. How's he doing?" Johnny asks. "He'll be happy to see you, Johnny. And... the girl?" "Torrence. My girlfriend." Johnny says, pulling Torrence into his side. Bobby nods. "Bobby." He reaches a hand out. "Torrence." She takes it, smiling.

"Room 112." Bobby says, sighing. Torrence follows Johnny. "You're watching soccer? It's worse than I thought." Johnny says. "Johnny." The man lying in the bed says, turning off the tv. "You didn't have to come all the way out here." "Yeah, you gonna come and see me?" Johnny jokes. "Yeah. Right." The man laughs. "Does it hurt?" Johnny asks. "Nah. Meds do their job. Oh. Did you see they already got me a priest?" The man laughs again. "I'm a pastor, Tommy." Bobby says from the doorway. "But if you wanna confess about that fifty bucks you still owe me, the big guy's listening." He jokes.

Tommy laughs before coughing. "You're gonna fight this." Johnny says. "Nah. That part's done. It's in here now." Tommy pokes at his head. "Besides, you were always a better fighter." He says. "Bullshit. Remember that tournament back in 83? You beat Vidal to get to the semis." Johnny says. "Who beat me in the finals?" Tommy asks. "All right, yeah. But you didn't make it easy on me." Johnny says. "Yes, hon. I know. All right. I love you too." A man says as he walks in, setting down a basket. "All right, gotta go. Bye." He says, pulling the bluetooth out of his ear. "Hey, sorry I'm late."