Disclaimer: No clever disclaimers here. You know this. Sanctuary ain't mine. This nightgown is. There's an OC. You don't like OC's? Don't read.

A Brief Author's Note: I think this series of Baby Grands may have some continuity to it. Of course, some of these will probably be stand-alone ficlets, but this is going to be an actual story. Also may contain a slight exaggeration of Ashley's temper. This is for comedic effect. Flames unwelcome.

Beginning

Wild-caught Abnormals varied in how they adjusted to life at the Sanctuary. A comparable few fought until Helen ordered tranquilizers and, in extreme cases, restraints. Some fit right in and were going about like everything was normal in nothing flat. As per usual, the great majority of cases took the middle of the road, seeing new individuals adapting to the new situation within due time. A partially-human Siren, as Tesla had deduced they were working with, was a new experience though. Sally was pure mermaid and remained quite happy in her tank. This one, on the other hand, was a completely different story.

Things had started out innocuously enough. Doctor Magnus had wrapped the young lady in a blanket and she had taken to this fairly readily, probably just out of being cold. Will and Ashley had been assigned to take her to a habitable suite and get her properly dressed. Nikola Tesla decided upon accompanying them.

"Tesla, far be it from me to ask," Will prefaced. "But… why?"

The forensic psychologist, being sort of the Sidney Freedman of the Sanctuary, handled some of the more difficult arrivals. She had yet to cause a problem, but Helen definitely saw some… difficulty… in this one.

"Because, Will," replied the vampire, with exaggerated politeness. "This promises to be more amusing than anything else going on around here!"

Surprisingly enough, the Siren didn't try to fight them as they led her along the corridors and she didn't try to bite Will when he laid a hand on her shoulder to usher her in.

Ashley immediately shuffled through the chest of drawers and found a pair of panties with a matching camisole for the young lady – bras weren't something they kept on hand. Will had ventured over to the wardrobe and produced a knee-length, London-grey cotton jumper with a bow in the front. Everything looked like it would fit and be age-appropriate on someone who looked like she could pass for about twenty in human age. Will turned his back as Ashley approached the Siren with the assembled clothing draped over one arm. Tesla leaned against the four-post bed and watched with a smug grin. The Siren tilted her head and obediently let the blonde tell her which piece went where and how to put it on. Ashley then thrust the clothing into the other girl's arms and told her to get dressed.

The Siren stared at her with a patient look on her face, as if to say "Yes, but what am I supposed to do now?" Exasperated, Ashley took the panties from her and mimed putting them on – Will, who had sneaked a peek over his shoulder, suppressed a laugh. Nikola didn't bother covering his short bark of laughter. When the Siren continued to stare at her with that infuriatingly serene expression, she tossed the dress and camisole on the dresser. The Siren narrowed her eyes as Ashley advanced on her, brandishing the panties like a gun. Those green eyes turned yellow and shark-like again and her lip curled back, showing teeth that hadn't been serrated a second ago. Ashley's eyes widened as the two middle fingers of the girl's hands fused and her fingernails grew into inch-and-a-half-long claws.

"Okay, calm down, huh?" the blonde tried to encourage the Siren. She extended her hand, proffering the underpants. "Just do me a favor and put these on, make life a little easier on all of us."

Yellow, shark-y eyes narrowed dangerously, but Ashley pressed on, taking a step forward.

"Look, you're not doing anybody any good standing around like that!" she insisted, irritated with this process already.

"Oh! On the contrary," Tesla announced jovially. "This is providing me with excellent entertainment!"

Ashley glowered at him over her shoulder.

"Ugh. You're not doing anyone who matters any good!" she shot back, nearly throwing the panties at the Siren.

Tesla fastidiously ignored that remark and continued studying the naked female form – it was all in the name of science, of course. The Siren bared her over-sharp teeth at Ashley while Will turned around, carefully keeping his gaze above her neck. He held up his hands to show her that he meant no harm and carefully inched over to Ashley's side.

"Okay… okay… Now, we're not going to hurt you," he assured her in his charmingly neurotic way. "We would just… appreciate it if you'd put these on."

"If you don't like the color, I can find another pair," Ashley chimed in, waving the panties.

Nikola snorted, cracking his neck and continuing to watch, of course being completely useless to the whole effort.

"Look, cut out the bullshit, okay?" demanded Ashley. "Just get dressed and we can all get on with our regularly bizarre and twisted lives!"

The Siren stared, those slitted pupils fixing malignantly on the blonde as a growl rumbled up from the back of the throat. Finally, Ashley got entirely sick of this little charade and, before Will could stop her, jumped the poor girl, pinning her arms to her sides! Will swore and reached down to pull the two women off each other. Tesla laughed until a normal man would have tears running down his face as, in the ensuing struggle, everyone got bitten at least twice. The nefarious panties fluttered out of the fray to lie abandoned on the floor.

Will managed to right himself and he stood up, with Ashley by one shoulder and the Siren by the scruff of her neck. The growling continued, but her fingers had un-fused and fingernails had returned to a half an inch in length.

"Maybe she could just put the dress on?" asked the psychologist.

Ashley responded with a black curse, the Siren scratched his hand, and Nikola pushed up off the bed. He took a few steps forward, the problematic underwear about an inch from his left foot. He bent down and picked them up, letting them dangle from one long, slim finger.

"Well my dear," he addressed the Siren, grinning. "Welcome."