This isn't a popular fandom at all, but hey, one of my other stories makes up the entire category. Besides, I couldn't help but write another Bale-based story.

"Help!"

Meghan limped along the burnt and dead land holding her bad arm with her other hand.

"Someone! Please help me!"

She saw a castle ahead of her, the first welcome sight she had seen in a while, and prayed that someone was in there and could hear her. She couldn't go on like this much longer.

"Anyone! Help me!"

Finally, Meghan saw two people coming towards her evidently having heard her cries. One of them had kind of curly hair while the other had a beard and mustache with unkempt brown hair.

"Help," she said weakly. She tried to walk forward, but her legs finally gave out on her. The bearded man caught her immediately and hefted her up bridal style. Weighed down by fear, starvation, weariness, and injuries, Meghan passed out in his arms.

"We need to get her inside!" Quinn said urgently to his friend, Creedy.

The two men quickly ran back into the castle and were hounded by all those who resided there wondering who this woman was. Quinn quickly carried her to his room and set her down on one of the extra beds.

"Creedy, get me a wet cloth and some bandages," he ordered. Creedy did as he was told and quickly brought back the necessary supplies. Quinn began fixing up the massive cut on her arm after placing the wet cloth on her head.

Creedy pushed away all the prying eyes attempting to peer into Quinn's room, insisting that there was nothing to see.

Not long after her arm was bandaged, Quinn placed his hand on her forehead overtop of the cloth. Suddenly, Meghan woke with a start and took some heaving breaths.

"Hey, hey, it's okay!" Quinn said to her. "You're safe now."

"Where am I?" she asked weakly as Creedy came to the other side of her.

"You're in a castle in Northumberland. We're refugees trying to keep safe from the dragons. I'm Quinn and this is Creedy."

"Nice to meet you," Creedy said with a thick Scottish accent. "What's your name?"

"Meghan. Meghan Burke."

"I've bandaged the gash on your arm," Quinn continued. "You have a small fever that should go away in a few days. You also have a dislocated knee. I'll have to push it back into place."

Meghan nodded. "Just do it."

Quinn moved down to her left knee. "You might want to hold Creedy's hand. This isn't gonna feel good." Creedy took hold of her hand and Quinn placed his hands on her knee. "One…two…three." He quickly pushed the dislocated knee back into place. Meghan groaned in pain and squeezed Creedy's hand tightly for a moment.

"Thanks," she breathed.

"Get some rest," Quinn told her. "You need it."

Meghan nodded and fell into a fitful sleep. When she awoke, a little boy who couldn't have been older than three was sitting cross-legged next to the bed. "Hey," she said softly.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Meghan Burke. Who are you?"

"Jackson."

"It's nice to meet you, Jackson."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm a bit sick right now."

"Jackson!" Quinn said from the entrance. "Leave her alone to sleep."

"He's fine," Meghan said, but the tiredness of her voice betrayed her words. Jackson bolted up and left the room.

"Sorry about that," Quinn apologized as he came next to her. "The kids love hanging out in here. I told them not to in order to let you sleep, but you know kids."

Meghan smiled. Quinn came over to her and felt her forehead.

"It looks like your fever is beginning to break. You should eat something." He left and then came back with a piece of bread and some grapes. He helped her sit up and fed her the food slowly so she didn't up getting sick. Once she had eaten enough, he replaced the cloth on her forehead and left her to rest once more.

After Meghan's fever had gone and she was able to walk again, Quinn went about finding her a more permanent place to stay since she couldn't stay in his room forever.

He returned to find her sitting on the spare bed, staring into space.

"Meghan?" he said sitting next to her. "You alright?"

After a pause, she said quietly, "Everyone I know is gone."

Quinn looked at her, understanding how she felt. "Where did you come from?"

"A few miles south of here. It was me and maybe a few dozen other people including my brothers and sister and my friends. We were just so hungry. We just needed something to eat. So some of us ventured out to see if we could find something, anything at all. But it found them. And then it found us. I was the only one to make it out alive. They're all gone."

Two huge fat tears dripped from her eyes to the floor, missing her cheeks almost completely. Quinn lightly put his arm around her and she began sobbing into his chest as the reality hit her that everyone she knew had been burned alive.

Meghan eventually moved into another bunk room with three other girls, Georgia, Lauren, and Katy. Meghan was to share a bed with Katy. It was a little awkward for Meghan, but Katy was used to sharing a bed with strangers as many girls had come and gone from their bunk room and the "newbies" usually were put with Katy.

"What was it like in Quinn's room?" Katy asked with a smile as they both lied down in the bed and prepared to go to sleep.

"Um…it was…roomy?"

"Come on, you gotta give me more than that! Did you guys share a bed?"

"No, he had a spare one that he leant me."

"Was it nice?"

"Well, I mean it can only look so good considering the circumstances. But it was pretty spacey so he can accommodate people like me."

Katy sighed. "You are the luckiest girl in this whole castle."

"I am?"

"You have no idea how many of us would kill to stay in Quinn's room. It's no secret that most of us have a crush on him. We would kill to be in your shoes."

Meghan frowned. "You want to have all your family and friends burned to death then walk for miles and miles on end with a massive cut and dislocated knee all while watching the sky every second and hoping a dragon isn't coming after you because you have no place to hide?"

Katy's eyes widened. "Oh, Meghan, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"It's okay. It's not your fault. And it's over now."

"My family was burned too. They were actually among the first to go when the first dragon was found."

"I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago. And I've found family here, so it's alright."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Georgia and Lauren are like my sisters. There's this other woman around here named Meera who's like a mother to me. And a lot of the kids look up to me as a motherly figure towards them."

"I've only met Jackson."

Katy laughed. "He's a sweetheart. But he's very shy and I sometimes have trouble getting him to talk to the other kids."

"That makes two of us."

"Well, maybe you can do a better job with him than I have. Oh, and Meghan? No matter what anyone says, we're glad you're here."