Jay laid in a partial wake state, eyes closed and breath slow. She opened her eyes, immediately squinting from the light. She lifted her torso, looking around the room while nerves flooded her body. Where the hell was she?

"Relax," a man said. He had a medical mask on and a bloody apron. Not the best image to wake up to, assuming she is awake and not in some horrid nightmare.

She flailed her legs closer to herself as he approached. "I'm not going to steal your organs," he chuckled, taking the thoughts right from her. "I already had that chance when the big guy brought you in."

"W-who are you? Where am I? W-where's Krieg?" she began frantically questioning the guy.

"Zed, doctor Zed. You are in Sanctuary. I couldn't-"

"Sanctuary?" she couldn't believe her ears.

"That's right. Krieg? I suppose he's the one who brought you here. The one you're looking for. Real big guy, not much sense to make of'm." Zed fiddled with a few sketchy looking tools on a medical stand. "Yeah, I'm sure he isn't far. I could barely get him to leave your side, something about a fire, uh, I'm not entirely sure what he was trying to get at."

Jay furrowed her brows and averted her attention to the floor. Fire? she looked at the small part of her tattoo that was visible on her finger. She couldn't stand the sight of it, but knew something happened. "I have to go."

"Leaving so soon?" Zed asked casually. She grunted as her leg fell limp over the edge. She noticed it was neatly wrapped in a white cloth bandage. "I-I can't feel my leg.."

"Don't worry, I numbed you up a bit. Should get feeling back within a few hours," he said, watching as she continued to get up. She hobbled to her feet, doing the best she could to walk.

"You're not gonna try and stop me, are you?" she questioned, although he didn't look like he was in any rush to do so.

"No, but I must ask if you'll do me a favor for my work. Just a small one."

"Uh, oh, yes, Absolutely," she agreed. He initially scared her, but he seemed harmless for now. Plus, she was feeling better compared to before.

He went into a cubby and pulled out a small package. "There's a small bar just around the corner, you can't miss it. Bright lights, loud music and the beautiful owner Moxxi. Just give that to her and we're even," he walked the package over to her.

As she took it, she couldn't help but wonder what could be inside, but didn't ask. The name Moxxi had a familiar ring to it, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. "No problem. And thank you for everything."

"They don't call me doctor for nothin'." He let out a laugh that would make any patient anxious. Like, was he even licensed? She smirked anyway, limping through the door. The first thing on her mind was Krieg.

It was light out, even brighter than inside. She put a hand over her eyes until they adjusted.Time really must have gone by...it's light out already. She thought, considering how long Pandora's days and nights were.

She looked around, not seeing him anywhere. Fortunately, everyone was still alive. She didn't know his exact level of control, but by the looks of things, it seems like he didn't start anything.

She struggled her way around, looking down the small alleyways. The place wasn't big at all yet he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he just left her. Like he'd know the difference.

Jay found herself in front of a building with faint music coming from it. Looking up, you couldn't miss the neon sign even if you tried. "Moxxi's," she read to herself, taking note of the extra 'X' and woman's leg that would blink to make it appear to be moving.

She slowly took a step inside, the air changing as soon as she passed through the door. The lighting was dim, but it was still easy to see. There were seats with people drinking and eating pizza.

"Welcome, sugar! What brings a lady such as yourself here? Lookin' for someone to cuddle?" the accented voice was friendly. The woman behind the bar was leaned over on her elbow, back arched, waiting for an answer. It was hard not to stare at her breasts that were basically spilling from her top. "Moxxi," Jay smiled to herself as the woman became a face she's seen. She finally knew why the name rang a bell. "You're on the pizza box I saw." Jay cringed, realizing that wasn't exactly the way to greet someone. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't worry, sug, I love the recognition, trust me. Now, can I get you a drink?" she pushed herself up, grabbing a glass.

"Oh, no, thank you. I'm actually here to drop something off for, doctor..Zed?" Moxxi's eyes lit up immediately as Jay placed it near a silly jar that caught her attention. The sign pointing in was a large pair of lips with "insert your tip" painted on it. The arrow pointing inside seemed interesting.

"I've been waiting for this," Moxxi grabbed it with a smile. "I don't like to be disrespected by men." She placed the box under the counter with a pout.

"Let me give you a drink on the house, beautiful," Moxxi mixed up a drink with a few different bottles, achieving a pink liquid that seemed to glow. "I insist."

Krieg was on her mind, though. Where could he have gone? Zed said he wouldn't leave her side, but he is nowhere to be found.

She decided to sit down for the drink. "You didn't happen to see a man with a mask," she gestured her hand over her face, "big, he may have yelled inappropriate things. He has a sharp axe-type weapon..?"

"Mmm, yes. How could I miss a man like that walking into my bar? With a body like that, mmm, the things I'd do to him." Jay's brows perked up. Moxxi wasn't afraid to show her feelings, that's for sure. "Yeah, I saw him. He wouldn't stop babbling about another woman, I guess that's you? Nice catch, darling."

"What? N-no, we're, no, not together, like that," Jay scrambled her words at the idea, her cheeks burning bright red.

"No? But you want to, I see," she smirked, wiping the counter space with a wet rag.

"No, no. I- no." Jay took a sip of the pink drink, her heart beating a little faster.

"It's ok to have feelings, sugar. It's only natural," she laughed seductively.

"It's not that, it's just. Well...I don't think he's capable of..being involved. With feelings, or, or, anything else really," she took another sip, this time a bigger gulp.

"Honey, if you can breathe, you're capable of feelings."

That small statement moved mountains for Jay. She thought about it, looking into her drink. She bit her lip and finished off the drink. Even if he was capable, she didn't like him like that..right? She wasn't ready for anything like that. She could barely accept herself, let alone another person.


I'm sorry it's been so long. I've had a few personal things going on this year that really made focusing on this difficult. I will warn that I may update slowly, but I'm not giving up on the story. Hope you're still interested! Let me know.