Trinity jumped back and screamed in horror. She scrambled to pull Mercy into her lap. The door burst open. Alice looked down at Mercy, her eyes all black. "Jack...you need to handle this!" She flew passed them to avoid giving into her true nature.

"Jack, please! I think that someone shot her!" sobbed Trinity, panicking. She held onto Mercy's hand tightly.

Jack flew into action almost immediately, throwing his coat on the ground a few feet away. He dropped to his knees next to the women and motioned for Trinity to move, pulling Mercy's hand away from her stomach. "Keep her talking!" He barked to Trinity. Mercy coughed, blood trailing from the corner of her mouth."'m not die'n Jack" she coughed again, more blood splattering."Of course you're not!" Jack replied, bordering on hysteria. He didn't need this, not so soon after Tosh and Owen.

Tires screeched into the parking lot below. "Esme! Stay in the car." someone shouted. Mercy coughed as tears leaked out of her eyes. "It hurts." She squeaked.

"Mercy...look at me!" cried Trinity hysterically. Tears poured out from her eyes. "Tell me more about the Sanctuary! I want to know everything there is!" She ignored Carlisle when he came up. 'Please don't die on me! You're the closest thing that I have to a family now!' she cried out with her thoughts.

"'m not gonna die" Mercy said, slurring. Carlisle was by their side. He was telling Jack to put pressure on one place, and directed a shaking Trinity to keep talking. "Ask her simple questions." He said. "Hello again" He said to Jack.

"Hello" Jack said quietly. Carlisle emptied a syringe of something into Mercy's thigh. Mercy screamed.

Trinity squeezed her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head. She laid her head on Mercy's shoulder. "You can't die on me Mercy," she mumbled.

"'mnot.... fucking.... gonna...die!" She said between labored breaths. Her hand clenched convulsively in Trinity's. "She's going into shock!" Jack said, helping Carlisle keep Mercy still as he extracted the bullet.

Trinity was in uncontrollable sobs at this point. She felt a pang in her heart that she had never felt before. She had never gotten this close to anyone in her life. 'You're like the older sister I never had,' she managed to think. She glared up at Carlisle. "I don't know who you are-but you had better save her at all costs!" she choked out a scream. Her throat felt raw.

"she'll be fine" Carlisle assured her. "she's had much worse." and as if to prove his point, Mercy's labored breathing eased a fraction. "She'll bleed a lot, but the bullets out and it's already stemming." He rolled Mercy's t-shirt up to show the blood still flowing freely from the wound. "We can't move her for at least a half an hour though." Mercy cussed fluently in about 5 different languages, finishing in what sounded like welsh.

Trinity nodded slowly. She curled up next to Mercy and closed her eyes. She felt so fragile and useless. Her one and only friend had nearly died and all she could do was sit there. The sobs began to subside as exhaustion began to completely overtake her.

Jack looked up at Carlisle. "Do you think that its safe for Esme to come in?" He nodded to Trinity as if that explained everything.

"It'll be fine." Carlisle smiled slightly as he pulled wide gauze from his bag. "Hold this, Jack" He pressed the heavy pad to the wound and showed Jack where to hold it.

Esme walked in. Her eyes were dark, but she managed to control herself. She looked down at Mercy and Trinity. "Who's the child?" she asked softly.

Jack held the gauze where Carlisle directed him to. He looked up at Esme briefly. "Mercy will have to explain when she wakes up."

"She looks so...damaged," Esme murmured sadly.

"Which one?" Jack asked, looking down onto Mercy's peacefully pale face. She stirred slightly, but the painkillers were doing their job.

"Both of them," replied Esme. She looked at Carlisle adoringly for saving Mercy so effectively.

Mercy stirred again, seeming to fight against the painkillers effect. She murmured something almost unintelligible."What's she saying?" Jack asked."Quod Eris Sum, I think." Carlisle responded.

Esme smirked slightly. "When should they both wake?" she asked.

"Sometime soon I should hope. we need to move to Drwgg Llarien" Carlisle said quietly. Jack reached for his coat and laid it over Trinity, making her look even more delicate than she was. Carlisle looked at his watch. "Help me move her down to the car, Jack" Jack nodded and moved to one side of Mercy while Carlisle moved to the could have carried Mercy himself quite easily, but it was safer to have her supported flat. Esme moved Trinity quite easily.

Trinity groaned at the sudden movement. "Get 'em away from me," she muttered.

Esme set Trinity into the back seat of Carlisle's Mercedes. She sat between Mercy and Trinity.

"S' cold," grumbled Trinity as Carlisle started the engine and drove away.

The sky was just turning pink when Mercy awoke the next day. She looked around warily. Jack and a younger man, whom she assumed to be Ianto Jones were conversing quietly in a corner. The Cullen's were nowhere to be seen. An older woman, who just screamed mother, was moving about, straightening things. Mercy looked to her other side and found a large window facing the bay. She started to sit up but was pushed back down by a cold hand on her shoulder.

Trinity stirred in her sleep. She was sprawled out on a rather comfortable couch. Her dreams were blurred and unfocused. She grumbled something about not wanting to loose anyone else ever again.

"You don't need to be moving." Drawled the velvet smooth voice of Jasper Hale.

"Jasper, constipated as always." Mercy replied with a smile. She looked around as Jack walked to her side.

"How're you feeling?" He asked, running a gentle hand down the side of her face.

"Like I've been shot." She replied dryly. "Oh look, I was." She lifted up the blanket covering her. "Who changed my clothes?" she asked, remarking on the clean white cotton dress she was now wearing.

"That would probably be Alice." Jasper replied

"Where's Trinity?"

"On the couch down there, sleeping like a log" Ianto spoke up.

"You're accent is adorable." Mercy said, causing the young man to blush.

"Down girl." Jack laughed. "He's mine."

"Can I sit up now?" Mercy asked, smiling. Jack nodded as Jasper moved to help her sit up. Jack sat on the bed behind her, pulling her between his legs so she could lean back on him for support. He pulled her close, tucking the blankets around her in a gentle manner. Mercy sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes briefly."I don't suppose anyone thought to bring me water." She asked quietly.

Jasper handed her a bottle with a straw in it. She took a long drink, almost downing half of it before Jack stopped her."slow down." He chided gently. Ianto sighed quietly. "Carlisle says you shouldn't eat for at least another few hours. Mercy winced as she shifted. Trinity stirred on the couch.

Trinity opened her eyes, afraid of what she might find. She closed them again. The last thing that she remembered was Mercy being shot and going into shock. The images were burned in her mind. A low whimper escaped her lips. She prayed to whatever god that would listen to her prayers that everything was just a dream.

"Welcome back, Sleepin' Beauty." Jack drawled from the other end of the room where he was sat with the wounded Mercy leaning back onto his chest. They looked so disparate, Mercy small and pale, Jack big and full of life. There was no force on earth that could compare to Jack Harkness when he was happy.

Trinity opened her eyes slowly to the source of Jack's voice. Her eyes immediately fell on Mercy. She blinked, trying to figure out how she had recovered so quickly from the gunshot. 'Was it all a dream? Am I delusional?' she thought. Her stomach growled loudly, making her blush

"You're not dreaming." Mercy called hoarsely. "And I haven't recovered. note how I'm not supporting myself." She coughed and reached for the bottle in Jack's hand.

Carlisle entered the room slightly slower than normal, but fast enough to grab attention."Why are you sitting up?" he asked, reaching for Mercy's wrist. She flinched at the chill of his touch.

"Because I can." She turned her head slightly to look at Jack. "And I heal fast."

Trinity clenched her fists into tight balls. "What do you think you're playing at?" she yelled angrily. "You nearly died and you're joking around like nothing happened!" She stood to her feet, feeling just slightly woozy. Her dark eyes narrowed at them all before she stormed out of the house and down the long driveway, tripping several times due to her anger.

"Trinity, wait!" The young man she didn't recognize was jogging to catch up with her.

Trinity turned and glared at him. Angry tears were built up in her eyes, but she refused to let another soul see her cry again. "Who are you, and what do you want?" she croaked. 'Damn it, why can't I just be left alone in peace? I'm probably not going to live long anyways compared to the rest of these people...bet everyone is immortal around here. What's the point of them worrying over me if I'll be dead within the next century and they'll all still be young?'

Ianto just looked at her. only seeing a broken 17 year old girl. "I'm Ianto Jones. Mercy and Jack didn't want you to be alone." He stood still, looking for all the world like the 25 year old boy he was, thrust into something so beyond him, he could only nod and go along with it.

"Of course they didn't," growled Trinity. She turned her head away. She saw flashes of the past couple months fly at random in her mind's eye. All she wanted was for it to all be over, for the pain to go away. Her eyes snapped back to Ianto, a look of shame in them. "You're Jack's Welshman, aren't you?" she asked, not able to think of another way to say it.

"Yes." Ianto replied, shedding his Jacket and offering it to Trinity. "Does it make any difference?"

Trinity grudgingly allowed for him to put the coat over her shoulders. "No," she mumbled. She looked over at the water and felt a sense of calm. She unintentionally locked her knees and fell to the ground.

Ianto caught her just before she crashed, scooping her up into his arms. "Are you alright?" He shook her gently.

Trinity blinked back the dizziness. "Hn? Just...locked my knees," she mumbled. She got to her feet again and walked without saying a word back to the house. Her feet moved slowly. She entered through the sliding glass door, looking exhausted. She glanced over at Mercy, feeling slightly guilty about shouting, but still felt betrayed. She collapsed wordlessly on the couch, pinching the bridge of her nose. 'Why? Who shot you and why?' she thought at Mercy.

Ianto followed her silently. This was getting too weird for him."If I knew who shot me, I'd tell you." Mercy called from the other room. "And be nice to Ianto."

Trinity grunted loudly. 'Mind readers.'

Edward appeared in the room. He glanced down at Trinity. His face hardened at her scent. 'What do you propose we do about this? Bella nearly lost her life with Reneseme.'

Trinity glanced up at Edward. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. 'Why is everyone looking at me like I'm a freak all the time?' she wondered

"Actually, only Edward and I are psychics" Mercy corrected. "Alice is a teller, Jasper's a controller. Carlisle's a doctor, and Esme's a mother" She squeaked indignantly and Jack took the bottle of water away again.

Carlisle sighed unnecessarily. "You two are worse than children!" He chided gently. Both Immortals shot him puppy-dog eyes. Carlisle smiled, shaking his head

Trinity nodded slowly, feeling calmer than before. 'Please tell me that no one else is coming,' she begged through her thoughts.

Edward glanced up at Mercy. 'She's not good with too many people, I take it,' he thought.

"And please no private conversations," Trinity groaned.

Alice danced into the room. She went to Jasper's side and smiled at everyone. "Its no use, Trinity. They're always like this!" This only earned another loud groan from Trinity.

"No one else is coming." Mercy promised tiredly. "At least no one is expected." She grumbled. The older women who had until now been quietly straightening the room spoke up."Anyone want breakfast?"

Trinity sighed with relief. She glanced up at the unknown woman for the first time since she woke up with slightly wide eyes. She was taken aback by the offer for food. "Erm...." She felt like the odd one out. It was like she didn't really belong. In all reality, she shouldn't even be alive right now. She looked around at everyone else.

"I'll help," Ianto offered. He turned to Jack as if to say, let someone else tend to Mercy.

"Thank you dear." She looked at both the girls. "I'm Lynne by the way." Jack looked up.

"Jack" He waved a hand in hello

"Mercy"

"Alice"

"Jasper"

"Carlisle"

"Ianto"

"I'm Edward."

Trinity shifted as she felt everyone's gazes on her. "Erm...Trinity." She looked down at her hands. Her eyes shifted to the Cullen's. She thought that there was something extremely different about them, but her mind was moving too slowly to figure it out. She couldn't remember the last meal that she had held down successfully. And she knew that if she couldn't eat, she wouldn't last that much longer. She laid her head back down on the couch and curled up, closing her eyes, but still remaining awake.