Warehouse 13/Rise of the Guardians
Deals with suicide attempts and abuse.
No matter how much the Guardians wished to believe otherwise, the threats children faced grew darker, harsher, and closer to home. So, Man in the Moon found the Protectors. Figures with no desire to be seen, or to ever hear their names spoken. They worked to protect the children from physical harm, abuse, and even death.
"Where were you?" Claudia whispered when HG appeared on the roof.
HG looked the girl over, taking in her stance and blank expression. A flash of pain gripped her heart.
"He went after her again," she sighed as she started to pace across the roof.
"And he nearly went too far this time. Then she almost did too."
HG froze.
"It took me three hours to talk her down," Claudia added.
HG walked to the edge of the roof, and jumped down. She landed on a windowsill, and crouched down enough to look inside.
The room was dark, but HG could make everything out. The meticulously organized closet. The books piled on every surface. The completed school work open on the desk. The razor still resting on the textbook. The teenaged girl curled up on the bed, still shaking, tears still falling from her eyes.
Claudia lightly landed on the next windowsill over.
"I was caught up helping a trio of young siblings in Atlanta, I wanted to come, but I couldn't leave them," HG muttered.
"Yeah, well, I don't know if she'll pull through next time."
"I can't just abandon every other child in the world."
Claudia's anger dissipated slightly. "I know. She's just…"
"I know."
They crouched on the windowsills until Myka Bering was completely asleep.
"Do you think we'll save her?" Claudia tentatively asked.
"I certainly hope so," HG responded. "But we can't save them all."