A.N: Chickadee, You are a genius, I hadn't even though of that as a possibility, IT'S PERFECT! It's adorable, it has meaning and it's pretty damn embarrassing, It's everything a nickname from an older sibling should be. You also raise a good point, about me not really giving much detail towards Jenny as a character. so here is a chapter that I rewrote to address that. I guess in a way, this one's for you :)
As for what Jenny looks like, That is entirely up to the reader to decide using the few facts I've given so far. Like I said before, I find stories are better when I can let my own imagination flesh out characters, It lets me get more engrossed in the universe that the story creates. If it helps, when I imagine Jenny, I think of Bonnie Wright / Ginny Weasley circa 'The Chamber of Secrets'
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Jenny sat beside Rick lost in her own thoughts, there were people milling all around her but she felt alone, Fletcher was inside the RV, Daryl had helped him get inside and now Amy was helping to relocate his shoulder. Occasionally, Jenny could hear him yell in pain, she didn't know whether that was better or worse than the silence. The moment she had fallen out of the RV, after the noise had died down, she had looked for him. The minute she had seen him lying on the floor covered in blood, she felt sick; she hadn't felt that way before. When her mother had died, she had still been recovering from being attacked, Fletcher was constantly there, helping without her even asking, seeing him lying there, looking dead had caused a lump in her throat she had found it hard to breath, She had nearly become totally alone.

Sure, Sophia and her were friends, but she had her own family; Miss Carol was nice but Jenny didn't want to be a burden to her, and she didn't like Ed all that much anyway. Daryl might have looked after her for a while, but he didn't know how to make her smile like Fletcher, He still got angry when people looked at him too long, and Jenny didn't like Merle, and she knew that Fletcher didn't either, though he'd never said it out loud. She knew that Merle had left them in that cell on purpose, she had awoken that morning hearing Fletcher struggling to reach for the keys and she had wondered why he didn't just ask Merle or Daryl for help, then the pieces all fit, and she realized they were gone.

She had just rolled over and cried silently, not because she thought they were going to die there, Fletcher wouldn't let that happen, It was because in the time she'd spent with the Dixon's, she had liked them, and that hadn't meant anything in the end. She didn't like that, if people wanted to be your friend they should stick around, you should never pretend, that wasn't a nice thing to do. That was one of the things her mom had taught her. At the thought of her how her mother had been when she was alive, she paused; her mother was dead. She was never coming back. Jenny would never hear her telling bedtime stories again, never be able to go to her for a hug if she was hurt or upset. If Fletcher turned out to be okay, it wouldn't be the same, but it would be something. If he didn't.. then Jenny wouldn't have anybody.

Jenny's musing was cut short as Gibbs walked over and sat directly below the door of the RV, staring at the door, letting out a whimper every time he heard Fletcher in pain. Jenny understood, she didn't like hearing it either, Fletcher was supposed to be indestructible, He'd got Joe and his goons by himself, He'd killed more of the monsters than she could even remember and he'd always been there, like it hadn't even made him breathe heavily. He reminded her of a toy soldier she had had when she was little, she'd never liked dolls 'cause they were too girly. The toy soldier would go missing for days, but He'd always show up, right where Jenny would last remember seeing him, Covered in dirt and grime, but he always cleaned up fine. Fletcher would be there to scare the monsters away, and it didn't matter if she ever lost him, she'd always find him again eventually.

Seeing Gibbs was still sitting, staring at the door to the RV, Jenny stood and walked over. Sitting beside the dog, she spoke "He'll be okay." Gibbs looked at her for a moment before he resumed staring at the door and the both lapsed into silence again. Gibbs flopped to the side and lay his head in Jenny's lap, eyes still focused on the door. Together, they waited.

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Amy was worried, Fletcher's arm was relocated back in the socket but he was still complaining about being in pain, there was physically nothing more wrong with his shoulder, he would just have to wait for it to settle but Fletcher wasn't coherent enough to make much sense when he spoke. So after a fifth round of expletives mumbled into the pillow she finally snapped, lightly hitting his arm she spoke in a stern voice, trying to get through to him "Fletcher! You're not making any sense, I need you to either take some pain killers or tell me what's wrong."

Fletcher calmed and grimaced, speaking through clenched teeth "Painkillers."

Amy balked at how simple it had been to get a coherent answer from him 'Had I really not asked before then?' before she quickly moved to grab him some painkillers which he dry swallowed as soon as they were placed in his hand.

"Urgh.. I hate painkillers. Anything I say when these kick in cannot be held against me." The last part was accompanied by a chuckle which abruptly ended as his breath hitched. "I think my bottom left rib is out of place."

Amy stared at him, not contemplating how he could be so calm about an injury like that; she quickly composed herself and proceeded to attempt to check him over.

"Woah there, Nurse Blondie, if you want me out of my shirt just ask. But we'll need to take it slow" a lazy smirk had spread across Fletcher's face as he spoke.

"Fletcher. Shut up. I need to check your rib and I can't do that through this shirt. It's coming off." Amy steeled herself, trying her hardest not to blush as she once again moved to start undoing the buttons again.

"Feisty. I like that." Fletcher let out a short chuckle, lighter this time so as not to jostle his rib.

Amy tried harder not to blush but she knew she was failing, as she finally undid the last button and pulled his shirt open she paused to take in the sight before her. Fletcher was toned, he had clearly defined muscles but didn't look overly bulky but that wasn't what caught Amy's attention, covering his torso were a collection of mismatched scars, approximately 40 all in all, ranging from small indentations to large web like scars that spanned a few inches in diameter.

"If you're going to keep staring, can you go and get Andrea to keep watch? I don't want her walking in and getting the wrong idea. I only have so many ribs." Fletcher had tapered off towards the end of that sentence but Amy had heard him loud and clear, Andrea's kick had been what caused his rib injury, Fletcher had saved her life and Andrea had put him through hell because she'd jumped to conclusions. The minute she was finished here, Andrea was getting yelled at. A lot.

As if sensing her train of thought, Fletcher placed his hand over hers, stilling her movements before he spoke "It's okay you know, I get why she did it. You're all she has left and she doesn't know me. She doesn't know that I could have made a throw twice that distance with my eyes closed. She doesn't know that I knew what I was doing. She didn't even know that I was injured until after she had kicked me." Fletcher lowered his head to try and catch Amy's eye before continuing "I'm not saying don't yell, in fact Yell all you want. The thought of you defending my honour is touching in a weird sort of way. But don't hold it against her, she was just really worried. Perhaps just give her a lecture about getting all the details before she violently attacks a man who is lying on the floor?" Amy snorted at Fletcher's attempt to lighten the mood, immediately embarrassing herself by making such a noise in front of someone who she wasn't related to, she quickly dropped her head into her hands, silently laughing at the situation she was in.

"Hey giggle-fest later, rib first. If that's okay?" Fletcher looked at her with a lopsided smirk.

Amy sat up straighter and got to work, proceeding with checking his injury and then wrapping it in a thick layer of gauze for support.

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Jenny and Gibbs remained seated, waiting for word that Fletcher was okay. Both of them perked up when the door opened and Amy stepped out, a stormy look in her eyes, and looked around the camp.

Jenny spoke up "Hey, Miss Amy.. Is Fletcher okay?"

Amy's gaze dropped down to the girls face before her face softened "He's fine sweetie, Hes taken some pain killers but he's still hurting." Amy paused and looked to be mulling over her next words "I'm sure he'd like to see you, but you've gotta be careful, His shoulder is going to be pretty sore, and so is his rib."

Jenny jumped up and made to go into the RV before she stopped and turned around "Can Gibbs come too?"

Amy started, she hadn't expected that. She turned to look at the dog and saw the most adorable doe-eyes staring up at her, she couldn't say no to that face. She moved to the side "Sure, go ahead"

Before Amy had even finished speaking Gibbs was already inside the RV and Jenny was disappearing from view. Amy smiled and then her smile fell and her resolve settled in again. She looked around again 'Where the hell is my sister?'

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"Gibssgibbsgibbsgibbsgibss.. How are you buddy, I missed you, you did a good job today, I'm so proud of you for protecting the girls like you did, It was just like we practiced." Fletcher continued mumbling incoherently to the dog that had jumped up beside him to share the bed. Jenny just stood awkwardly out of reach not sure what to do, She wanted to hug Fletcher, she wanted to make sure that he was really okay but she wasn't sure if he would be okay with that. So she waited.

It took a minute or two before Fletcher noticed her "Hey, what's up Jen?" he asked, looking puzzled at her silence.

"Ar-..Are you okay?" she hated that she sounded so small in that moment, she Wanted to be strong in front of Fletcher.

"Course I am.." He looked at her and waved her closer leaning to whisper in her ear as she approached "I'm Batman" before he grabbed her ad pulled her onto the bed next to him nestled comfortably into his side under his good arm.

Fletcher was rewarded by an earth-splitting Smile and giggling, Jenny wasn't sad anymore, Fletcher new all the right things to say.

A few minutes later, once the giggles had died down, Fletcher began feeling tired, so the three occupants settled in to sleep. Gibbs was relegated to the floor as it was too hot to share the bed with a dog his size in the middle of a Georgia summer. That left Fletcher and Jenny on the bed, Fletcher lay half under the cover, still wearing his baggy trousers and his open shirt whilst Jenny was curled into his side. They still spoke occasionally, but it was more hushed now.

"You won't leave me, right?" Jenny's voice held a small note of pleading as she spoke.

"Why would I do that? Who would I share my Jelly Beans with then?" Fletcher tone held mirth and his eyes sparkled with barely controlled amusement.

Jenny just hit him lightly in the middle of his chest, 'He can be such a dweeb!' before she spoke" "Not what I meant" before turning her face further into his chest.

Fletcher heard the petulance in her tone so he spoke again " I promise that as long as I can help it, I will never leave you alone, and if I ever do, You have my word that I'll always come back. Pinky swear." He finished by raising his arm that wasn't wrapped around Jenny's shoulder careful not to jostle his own injuries, one pinky raised as an offering to the girl, Jenny smiled and linked her own pinky and they shook on it. They were silent for a moment "Besides I wasn't kidding, I'd have nobody to share my jelly beans with, and wasting them all would just be unethical. So resign yourself to eating them for a while, we've got quite a few left to eat. And I only like the blue ones" before he shuffled lower into his pillows. "I think I might start calling you Jenny bean." Jenny looked up at this to see if he was serious, but could only see that his eyes were closed and he had a small smile on his face. 'Yeah.. He is definitely such a dweeb.' But she curled up tighter and went to sleep anyway. 'This might not be the same as having my parents, But it pretty okay too.'