A/N: I haven't written in awhile but binging Wentworth during quarantine inspired me a bit so let's give it a go. I hope you enjoy this beginning and review with any comments or ideas for what you'd like. Hoping format comes out okay, if not I will fix it ASAP. Wishing everyone good health.

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Kaz rolled her eyes with a smile as Allie leaned forward and switched the car radio to a rap station.

"What? It's good!"

"Dolly Parton is good. This is... this is..."

"It's Nicki Minaj!"

"Whatever you say, bubba."

Allie laughed before they heard it. A woman. Screaming.

"Please! Please! Harry! I'm sorry! Oof!"

Kaz could hear the punch land and instinctively pulled into the dark car park where the primal sounds were coming from.

"There!"

Allie pointed at a man gripping a woman by her curly red hair, raining blows down upon her.

"Fuck, he's gonna kill her, Kaz!"

"Stay here, Allie. I mean it."

Before the young blonde could even protest, Kaz's driver's side door was open, her eyes hard, her mouth set into a grim line.

Allie's hands covered her mouth as she watched Kaz stealthily approach before forcefully kicking the man's knee from behind, knocking him to the ground. She kicked him in the crotch, which earned her some special swear words from the drunk man. Kaz was vigilant about her self-defense training and it came in handy as she got in several good punches before he went still.

Her attentions turned to the redhead, who was curled on the ground in the fetal position and groaning. Bea lifted her head slightly, taking in the sight of the blonde woman who had just kicked Harry's ass. She heard footsteps running towards them and whimpered.

"Allie. I. Told. You. To. Stay."

"I'm not a fucking dog, Kaz. Christ, is he dead?"

Kaz leaned down and placed two fingers to Harry's neck.

"Unfortunately, no. We had better get out of here." She knelt by the redhead.

"Come on, love, let's get you up. You need hospital."

Bea went pale.

"No! No! No hospital! He'll find me there and he'll kill me," Bea panicked, shaking on the ground.

"He nearly did that already by the looks of things."

"I can't. I can't. I can't."

Allie gave Kaz a pleading look. She adored the older woman and her protective streak but her attitude was not helping here. The young blonde knelt near Bea.

"Okay. It's okay. No hospital. We're going to help you up now, right? Kaz, take her other side. Gently as we can. Ready? One. Two. Three."

The blondes hoisted Bea up, supporting her between them. Allie winced at the sounds of pain the redhead made as they mostly carried her to the car.

"In the back with her, Allie."

"Yeah."

Allie slid in first and then held her arms open for Kaz to ease Bea inside the vehicle.

As Kaz got the car in motion, Allie looked down at Bea, who had ended up leaning against her chest.

"Rubbish night, ay?"

"Rubbish marriage," Bea muttered as she looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

Allie smiled down at her, trying not to look concerned, focusing on the intense golden brown eyes locked on hers.

"So what's your name, beauty?"

"It's Bea. Bea Smith."

"So I was right! Bea-uty!"

Bea snorted a laugh and then grimaced.

"Ow."

"Sorry," Allie winced.

"I don't know which was more painful there, my ribs or your pun."

Allie grinned.

"She's feisty, ay Kaz? By the way, that ninja is Kaz and I'm Allie."

"Allie," Bea repeated almost inaudibly.

Kaz eyed them in the rear view mirror.

"Hospital" she mouthed to Allie, who shook her head firmly.

Kaz sighed.

"Don't reckon it's a good idea you going home tonight. Is there somewhere in particular..."

"Franky," Bea managed, giving her rescuers the brunette's address.

"She's going to freak the fuck out," Bea whispered, clutching her midsection.

She suddenly realized how heavily she was leaning on the blonde. On Allie. She was exhausted and felt unable to move so she simply gave into it. She could hear the blonde's heartbeat and anchored herself to it, using it to calm herself as the car rolled along through the darkness.

"It'll be okay, Bea-uty. We can stay and help explain things if you want."

At that, Kaz went wide-eyed but said nothing.

—

"Oi! Calm your tits, I'm fuckin' coming!"

Kaz stopped her firm knocking on the door as the voice headed towards them. A tatted up brunette in a tank top and trackies opened the door, her mouth hanging open at the sight in front of her.

"Red! The fuck?! Again?! That piece of shit!"

"Can we get her inside, please?"

Allie cut Franky off with an icy look.

Franky's gaze shifted to the sexy young blonde holding up Red's left side. Speaking of sexy blondes, under the circumstances, she was especially grateful for the one she lived with.

"'Course, get in here. Christ. BRIDGETTTT!"

Bea winced and touched her head at the volume. Kaz and Allie moved her inside and the three of them half-sat and half-fell onto the couch.

"What is it, baby?"

Bridget walked into the room with a glass of red wine in her hand, stopping short at the sight in front of her.

"Bea. Oh, Bea. What happened? We need to go to-"

"She won't go to hospital, you know that. And it's not a 'what' that happened, it's a 'who' and I'm going to fucking rip his throat out," Franky snarled.

Bridget placed a hand on Franky's back.

"Okay. Enough. Take some deep breaths for me, baby. I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met," the petite blonde extended her hand towards Kaz and then Allie.

Introductions made, Bridget gulped her wine in one swallow as Kaz filled them in on what they had come across in the car park.

Franky was pacing furiously, mumbling to herself.

"You sure he isn't dead?"

She directed her intensity at Kaz, who merely shrugged casually.

"He was alive when we left but I did hit him pretty hard. Maybe he'll have a brain bleed and the world will be better off."

"Okay. I might just like you," Franky said as she pointed at her with her index finger, earning a genuine smile from Kaz.

Allie had remained intently focused on Bea, wrapping her in a throw blanket and gently playing with the ends of her hair to soothe her as tears silently streamed down the injured woman's cheeks.

"Perhaps we could get back to focusing on Bea here? She's shaking and clearly in pain."

Franky's hands balled into fists.

"No," Bridget warned her sternly before walking over to kneel in front of Bea.

"Bea. It's important that I at least check your injuries. Would that be okay with you?"

Allie nodded almost imperceptibly at Bridget's request for consent. It made her like the doctor already.

"Yeah. I'm...I'm so sorry. I hate bringing this here."

"You have not one thing to be sorry for, darling. Franky, will you help me get her to the bathroom so I can take a look, please?"

"Yeah. Come on, Red, let the doc take a look."

Bea nodded but suddenly whispered something in Allie's ear before she abruptly tried to push herself up off the couch, grunting in pain.

"Jesus, Red. Don't do that. I'll carry ya."

"Franky."

Bea was about to make a smart remark about her friend's petite size but stopped when she saw the tears threatening to fall from the brunette's eyes.

"Okay," she said softly, standing stiffly and lifting her arms to wrap them around Franky's neck for support.

Bridget helped the two of them awkwardly stagger to the bathroom.

—

"Well. So much for our movie night," Kaz remarked dryly once the blondes were left alone.

She got no response. The younger woman looked as if she was in a trance.

"Allie?"

"Oh. Sorry, Kaz. Yeh?"

"What did she say to you?"

Allie's eyes turned a light, watery blue and she just shook her head.

A few minutes later, Franky stalked back into the living room.

"How is she?" Allie asked anxiously.

"Fuck if I know, Gidge kicked me out because supposedly I was gettin' too aggro. She's checkin' her now."

—

Bea was sat on top of the toilet lid, Bridget kneeling in front of her, touching her face to feel for any fractures. Tears continued to run down Bea's cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I don't mean to hurt you. I'll be as quick and gentle as possible, I promise."

"You're fine. I'm... I'm just... so fucking embarrassed."

Bridget paused, resting her arms on top of Bea's legs and looking her straight in the eyes, and not to check her pupils this time.

"I understand that you feel that way but you have nothing to be ashamed of. Absolutely nothing. I promise you. This is on him, not on you. Everyone has shit in their lives, Bea. You're strong and we are going to get through this, yeah?"

"Yeah," Bea cleared her throat.

"Yeah," she said more strongly.

"Okay, I'm going to continue now if that's alright with you."

Bea nodded and allowed Bridget to finish examining her face before checking the rest of her body, leaving her clothes on as much as possible, lifting her shirt to check her ribs and her back in turn before moving on to her limbs.

"Okay. I don't see any permanent damage but you likely have a mild concussion. I don't want you getting dizzy and falling so I'm going to help you move onto the floor now and I'll be right back to patch you up. Does that sound okay?"

Bea just nodded her aching head.

—

Bridget returned to the living room to find Franky still pacing and the blonde women quiet on the couch.

"Where's Red? You can fix her, right? She'll be okay? She's gotta... FUCK!"

Bridget calmly walked over and placed a hand on each of Franky's arms with light pressure and drew her into a tight hug, feeling her partner's body relax just slightly.

"We're getting there. This might take a bit. Listen. I need some supplies. If I make you a list can you run down to the corner shop?"

"'Course, whatever ya need, write it down. She's okay, though, yeah?"

Bridget nodded.

"She will be."

"I'm going to kill him this time. I mean it."

Bridget ignored the brunette's venomous comment and scrawled a list for her, shooing her out the door.

—

"What did you need?" Kaz asked, "I have some first aid things in my trunk."

"That would be great, actually. That list was more for Franky. She needs to be doing something. Bea is her best friend but they are both emotional right now. Giving Franky a way to help and a few minutes to cool off is good for both of them."

"And how do you know she won't drive off looking to bash the guy to death?"

Bridget pulled Franky's car keys out of her pocket with a wink.

"Ah. You're a smart cookie, then."

Bridget mock curtsied.

"I'm going to get back to her. Will you bring your kit in?"

Kaz nodded and made for the front door.

—

"You okay over there?" Bridget asked Allie, who was chewing her thumbnail nervously.

"Yeah. Yeah. Just worried about her."

"Do you and Bea know each other?"

"No. I mean. No. We just found her. I'm sorry. Do you want us to go?"

"No, no, it's not that. You're fine."

"Thank you."

Allie could hear the gratitude in her own voice.

"I just want to see she's really okay."

Bridget tilted her head thoughtfully for a moment.

"I understand. Well we certainly appreciate you bringing her to us. If you need anything, the kitchen is just through there, help yourself. Will you send Kaz on back to us?"

"'Course. And thank you again. Bridget."

The petite doctor gave her a mildly curious look but nodded and returned to the bathroom.

—

"Is Mt. Franky still erupting out there?" Bea rasped.

"I sent her out to the store for some supplies we don't really need."

Bridget winked, coaxing a smile from the redhead.

"You're brilliant. She's lucky to have you. So am I, you know."

"Bea. Please. We adore you. I don't think we're the only ones, by the way."

"Hmmm?" Bea frowned.

"Ah. Forget I said that. Okay. So. Your injuries. I want to watch your left orbital socket and cheekbone over the next couple of days and make sure that swelling goes down. I suspect two broken ribs on your right side, although I don't see signs of internal bleeding, not that I have the bloody proper equipment. The concussion. Some surface lacerations. Maybe from his ring or watch. You have significant bruises all over. Many of them aren't fresh, Bea."

The women held silent eye contact and Bridget let it go for the moment.

"Still, I have to recommend again that you go to hospital and be checked properly."

"No. No hospital."

"Heya."

Both women looked up to see Kaz in the doorway with a first aid kit.

"You'll need those cuts disinfected then. It will hurt a bit, but I can do it," she said, tightening her long blonde ponytail.

"I can handle pain. Clearly, I must enjoy it."

Kaz just gave her a sad smile.

"He's already kicked the shit of you, Bea, how about you stop doing it to yourself for tonight, okay?"

Bea nodded, almost unable to bear the compassion Kaz directed at her.

Kaz approached slowly, opening the kit and taking out gloves and sterile bandages and a strong disinfectant. She handed Bridget tape for Bea's ribs and activated some instant ice packs and the women went to work in tandem.

—

Bea was resting on the couch by the time Franky returned. Allie was making tea in the kitchen while Kaz and Bridget cleaned up the improvised medical unit in the bathroom.

"Hey, Red. You awake?"

"Yeah, Franks. Just please don't yell at me right now, my head is killing me."

Franky sat her shopping bags down and got on her knees in front of Bea's prone position on the couch.

"I'm really sorry. That was shit. I just... you know I love ya. You're my family. I was worried and I lost it."

"An apology from Franky Doyle? I never thought I'd see the day," Bea teased gently.

"Yeah, yeah."

The brunette rolled her eyes before she began dumping stuff on Bea's lap.

"I got everything Gidge said. Some bandages and paracetamol and ginger ale and oyster crackers and Gatorade and... wait. We already had most of this shit. Oi. I been had, eh?" Franky huffed out.

"Anyway. I didn't know what else ya might want. I got ya some magazines and some chocolate and some..."

Bea covered Franky's hand with her own, stilling the brunette.

"I love you, too, Franks."

Franky just shook her head and rubbed her hands over her face briskly.

"I'll be back, I'm gonna go let Gidge know I figured her out," Franky winked.

—

Allie brought a cup of tea over to Bea, standing in front of her uncertainly. Bea patted the couch and the blonde smiled and sat alongside the redhead's legs.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've had worse."

Ally's eyes filled with compassion.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said simply.

"Allie-"

"Bea-"

They laughed softly at the unison.

"I really appreciate what you and Kaz did for me tonight. You might just have saved my life. And, um, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I know that was totally weird and-"

"No thanks necessary, Bea-uty. And, umm, I was kind of hoping you meant it."

Ally delighted in the shy smile the redhead gave her.

"I don't think Franky likes me very much, though."

"Pshh. It's not you, Allie. She's not herself. Typically she'd have hit on you three seconds after she opened the door."

Allie's blue eyes widened in surprise.

"I thought she and Bridget..."

"Oh they are. Franky is the biggest flirt in the world but she's head over heels for that woman. Best thing to ever happen to her."

"Bridget does seem lovely."

"She is. Don't know what she's doing hanging with our lot. Allie, would you get her for me?"

"Yeah, sure. I need a minute with Kaz anyway."

The blonde smiled and took Bea's hand for a moment, rubbing the space between her fingers and her thumb softly before the moment turned fragile.

"Right. I'll see you in a few minutes. Don't go anywhere," Allie joked.

"As if I could," Bea smiled to herself as she watched the blonde bounce out of the room.

—

Bridget ran her fingers through her hair as she walked down the hall. She had found her conversation with Kaz illuminating. The woman was interesting to say the least. She entered the lounge and made sure to smile reassuringly at Bea.

"Allie said you asked for me. Are you alright? Well, considering everything?"

"I am. Thanks to you and Franky. And Kaz. And Allie. Um... Bridget?"

The doctor heard the hesitation in the injured woman's voice.

"What do you need, Bea? Go on, it's okay."

"A favor. Well, another favor."

—

Allie had taken Bridget's place, helping Kaz tidy and pack her kit back up, nervously chatting to her.

"Allie. What the hell is going on with you?"

"Hey ladies. Where's Bridget?" Franky popped her head around the corner of the bathroom door.

"She went to speak to Bea."

"Ah. Listen. I didn't get to say it before. Thank you for saving our girl tonight. Really."

"It was nothing," Kaz said.

"Nah," Franky shook her head solemnly, "It wasn't even close to nothing. Listen, I'll be right back. Can you put your numbers in here? We owe you a drink at least."

Franky handed over her mobile and exited, not catching the look Kaz had fixed Allie with.

—

"Red? Where's my girl? Thought she was checkin' on ya."

"She just ran upstairs for a minute, Franks. I'm okay. You can stop worrying."

"Me? Worry? As if," Franky tossed over her shoulder as she headed up the stairs to the master bedroom.

—

Bridget was sitting on the edge of their bed, her expression miles away.

"Gidge? You okay, babe? It's been some night, hey?"

Bridget nodded as Franky kissed the top of her head.

"I'm just gonna grab Red some pajamas."

"Make it two," Bridget said.

"Two what?" Franky asked as she dug through a drawer where she knew she had some of Bea's things.

"Two sets of pajamas. Allie is going to stay as well."

Franky whirled around at that.

"The fuck?"

"Bea asked me, baby. And I think we should give her whatever she needs right now."

"And she needs some blonde chick she's known for two hours to stay here?" Franky asked incredulously, eyebrows raised.

"I know. It does sound odd. But yes. I think that's exactly what she needs."