Open: Wendy comes to town

[lost_wendy]

Who: Wendy and open
Where: By the bakery
When: Tonight, late at night
What: Wendy comes to town
Status: Open and in progress
Rating: PG

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[shut_up_wesley]

Wes had been considering going to the house warming party to meet the new youngest member of Aternaville--he was earnesly curious and not too tired. But about halfway there he debated how much he really wanted to and turned back, opting to just talk a walk instead. Being surrounded by stars was a comfortable thing for Wesley, who was always something of a night-owl anyway.

Living aboard a star ship and being among the elder children had given Wesley a keen ear for other children in distress--So he knew the sound coming from near the bakery the moment he heard and jogged over, dark brows creased worriedly.

What he saw made his jaw go loose. A girl, filthy and crying and chained. He ran to her, heart pounding...who would do this?

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay." Wesley said, kneeling by her. "You're okay now...hold on." He examined the chains in the dim light of the alley--had someone kept her prisoner? How had she escaped. "Alright, I'm going to get you out of these, can you walk?" Her legs didn't look hurt, but it was difficult to tell.

[lost_wendy]

Wendy heard someone coming, but she didn't look up. It might be a doctor coming, and she didn't want to see if she was back in the asylum.

It wasn't a doctor, though, and Wendy looked up to see a boy about her age. Oh, no, not a boy; that was how it had begun last time. Still, he was offering to help her.

"What's happening?" Wendy whispered, bewildered. Kindness left her confused; it was so rare. Perhaps Peter... "Did he send you?"

[shut_up_wesley]

"You're in a alley, you don't remember what happened?" Wesley inquired softly, "And no one sent me...but it's okay. Can you tell me your name? I'm Wesley...who...did this to you?" The chains would be too much to remove here, but maybe he could cut them? Either way he needed to get her out of the alley and somewhere safe.

"Hold on..." Wes said again, pulling at one of the chains to move it. "We're going somewhere safe." He managed to get both arms under her and lift a little, but the chains made it impossibly awkward. Even if he could walk with her like that, he wouldn't get far. With a harsh curse Wes set her down again gently. "Alright, hang on, I'll be right back."

Wes had been taught something very early in life, and that was the doctors were people you could always go to, for just about anything, and that when you weren't sure of something--talk to a doctor. So Wesley darted off to the nearest pay-phone, across the street, rummaged for change, and pounded the keypad to reach the hospital.

[bfpierce]

Hawk picked up the phone on his desk all the way over in the clinic, "Aternaville clinic, Dr. Pierce talking, WHAT."