This one has been on my mind for a while, so beware of Stone Ocean spoilers (minor though they may be, since this is set at the beginning of Part 6). Any comedy to be found in this one-shot is unintentional. This is basically the scene where Jotaro visits Jolyne with the backstory from Jolyne's earlier chapter included (plus their Stands). There are slight differences because of this (also due to me avoiding referencing the actual source material while writing it).

There was a part of her that wondered, no matter how calm she made herself out to be, whether her father could tell what she was thinking. He certainly didn't look like it, but that didn't mean much considering that he never looked like he cared about anything. She used to think that it made him cool, and had always fancied herself to one day be as unflappable as he was when put under pressure, but as she got older those childish notions had given way under the crushing weight of reality. Instead of considering it cool, she equated his stoicism to apathy, his silence to indifference, and his hardened gaze to disdain.

As he stared at her across the room, composed even after watching her knock the guard unconscious, that was all she could think about: her rage, her frustration, her annoyance—but most of all, her inability to hate him. She could feel Stone Free resisting her restraints, eager to come out, perhaps sensing the impending confrontation. So she even recognized her own father as an enemy now? She would have laughed, if the situation weren't so pathetic.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Maybe now they'll put me in solitary," she spat. "At least then I won't have to see your face."

"Jolyne—"

"I don't want to hear it. After all this time, now you want to act like a father?" It hurt to say it, since she could remember occasions where he had acted like it—but even those had been few and far between, and around the time she turned nine, with the divorce and his frequent trips, it was as though he forgot she even existed at all.

Besides, it had mostly been his Stand that acted like a father, anyway.

She tensed when he stood up and started walking closer to her, his expression and stance both utterly unreadable. His brows were furrowed, his eyes shining with something she couldn't recognize—was he going to hit her, maybe? Slap her for being disrespectful, not to mention knocking out a prison guard? At this point, nothing would surprise her.

"Stone Free!" She finally managed to make her mouth move, and her Stand emerged just as her father closed the distance between them—not enough time for her to retaliate, or maybe she just knew she wouldn't. She closed her eyes, prepared to take the hit, but it never came. Instead, she heard a very familiar battle cry, and an instant later felt the chain of her handcuffs slacken and fall away.

"Jolyne."

She knew what she would see before she opened her eyes—or what she hoped she would—but still felt her throat tighten when she saw her old friend standing by her father's side, his expression forlorn as he stared at her.

"Star Platinum…" she whispered. The name sounded strange after all these years. It hurt to remember, but she couldn't have forgotten even if she tried. Stone Free hovered over her shoulder, her head timidly peaking out from behind her user. You want to go see him, don't you? Well, that's not surprising. I always said you two would be friends when I grew up. Look how that turned out, huh? Her Stand, as she always did, confirmed her expectations, the desire to step forward so strong that Jolyne had a hard time discerning which one of them it came from, if not both. A part of her wondered if Stone Free considered Star Platinum to be some kind of father figure. It wouldn't surprise her, really. Her Stand was a part of her, after all. It would stand up to scrutiny that Stone Free might possess some of her psychological hang-ups.

"We have to get out of here quickly," she heard her father say, pulling her back to the situation at hand. "More guards will come soon. I don't want to have to do this, but if you refuse, I'll have no choice but to force you to come with me."

It didn't take long for her anger to come back in full force. "There you go again, not listening to what anyone else says. You always think you're in the right, don't you? Well, I already told you: I'm not going with you. I don't want anything to do with you. Besides, there's something going on in here that I'm interested in." Sighing, she turned away; it hurt to look at him and see the same person—people?—she'd revered as a young girl.

He was silent. She tried not to look at his face, though she could see how still he was in her peripheral vision. She shoved her emotions down, down, down, kept them from flowing over, kept him from seeing that he was still her weakness.

"Ora?"

When she saw a purple arm reach towards her, her gaze snapped back to him reflexively: Star Platinum was reaching out to her, that look still on his face, the one that threatened to tear her heart out of her chest. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that.

When she felt something wet fall on her shoulder, she glanced behind her and received a shock to the system: Stone Free was…crying? She didn't believe it at first and tried to rationalize it with the possibility that her mind was playing tricks on her, but what else could be rolling down the Stand's face from behind her shades? What else could be dripping onto her shoulder? She could practically hear her Stand crying, though she couldn't be sure if that was because of the psychological connection or her own delusion. And in her head, playing like a mantra, she could hear something else, too.

I'm sorry. I'll forgive you. I don't want to lose you. Don't stop loving me. Tell me that what I did wasn't wrong, that I'm a good kid, that I'm not a burden or useless or a waste of space. Tell me that you love me, that you care. I'm sorry.

I'll forgive you, so please, don't stop loving me.

It felt to her like all the things she had wanted to tell him over the years—all that she'd never gotten the chance to say, because no matter what she did or how much trouble she got in he had never come to see her. No, not even that: they were her deepest insecurities, the reassurances she had wanted but never received from the person she needed them from most. Was she still that pathetic? No, she didn't need to hear those kinds of reassurances—she wasn't a kid anymore, after all. But there was still something she wanted to hear him say.

"Jolyne."

She numbly looked at her father, who for his part looked like he was having as hard a time restraining his thoughts as she was. How she could tell, she wasn't sure, but it hurt.

"I'm sorry," he told her, and it only made the ache in her chest worse.

He...he actually said it. "…What are you sorry for?"

"For leaving you alone. I had hoped not to get you involved in this, but it looks like that's not possible now. You may hate me, but what I'm asking you to do now will make sense later. I can explain everything."

He said it all so matter-of-factly, in the same bored tone he always used, that she found it difficult to believe the words she was hearing. "What do you…?" But then she glanced back at Star Platinum, at his stricken expression, and for the second time she could hear a pleading voice in her head, but this time it wasn't hers.

You can hate me, but please stay safe.

"Dad…" she said quietly, her throat constricting.

Then, for the briefest instant, she thought something changed—the air around her felt different, as though some unknowable force had descended upon them without her noticing—but it must've been her imagination, because as far as she could tell nothing around them had changed at all. Her father was still standing right in front of her, Star Platinum by his side, his worried expression remaining but tinged with hope, and Stone Free was still behind her.

The only difference she could sense was that, where her body had previously felt cold, there was now an unmistakable sensation of warmth, wrapped around her like a blanket, and the ghost of a touch on her face that felt suspiciously like a person's hand.

And of course we all know what happens afterwards (or at least those of us who've read Part 6 to its conclusion). This isn't really a fix-it fic, though I did find myself wanting more exploration of Jolyne's obvious daddy issues, as well as Jotaro providing more than the sparse lines of paternal dialogue afforded to him in the manga. Unfortunately I couldn't go too far without him feeling OOC, but I guess that's to be expected.

Anyway, sorry if this sucks. I wrote it mostly for peace of mind, but hopefully someone else out there will like it. I'm thinking Killer Queen's chapter is overdue.