Anon: [U/S] AU: Jane & Maura are eleven years old. They go to the same school for a year. Jane locks herself in the bathroom one day, crying hysterically. Maura comes in and sees that she started her period and explains what's going on with her.
She can hear the stifled cry behind the door, and Maura isn't really sure how she should approach this.
She walks up to the stall and raises her hand to knock, but pauses.
"I'm fine." comes through a sob.
Maura turns and brings her ear close to the door; "You don't sound all that fine."
She can hear her pull at the roll and the dispenser rattle.
She blows her nose; "I'm kinda, bleeding."
Maura straightens up; "Are you hurt? Do you want me to get the nurse? Apply pressure to the area."
She hears a snort and a soft laugh; "I'm not hurt. I'm just-" her voice trails off.
Maura's eyes dart around the bathroom, then widen; "Oh. Oh!"
She flips her book bag off her shoulders and opens a small zipper on the side; pulling out a soft square, she kneels and waves it under the stall door; "Here ya' go."
A little tentative hand takes it and then quickly disappears; "You just put the sticky part on your under-"
"I know." comes a gruff voice.
"Ok, sorry. Sheesh." Maura's voice is tiny. She takes a step back and leans against the wall; "It's completely normal. It is your body is just shedding its endometrium."
Maura bites her lip, regretting her over informational mouth.
"Right. Of course it is."
Well at least she didn't make fun of her. Maura chalks this up as a small triumph.
"Ugh. It's stuck to my jeans."
"Do you need another one?" Maura's head perks up; "Nah. I got it."
The latch turns and a grumpy looking brunette comes walking out, pulling at the back of her jeans; "I feel like I'm wearing a diaper."
As she washes her hands, Maura looks over her. She is wearing a faded blue Red Sox shirt and jeans with little holes at the knees. They are dirty and grass stained. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her book bag hangs haphazardly over her shoulder.
Little droplets of water hitting her face snaps Maura back to reality.
The girl is flicking her hands at her.
"I said do you wanna walk to class with me?"
Maura squares her shoulders and smiles; "Yes."
"Ok." she smiles; "I'm Jane." she says walking towards the door.
"I'm Maura."