Don't give me no hard luck story
I've got problems of my own (huh).
I've got a hunger deep inside me
And my hunger's grown and grown (Yeah!)

So Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
I want it!
So Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
I need it!
So Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
Or I'll take it and make it mine!

Don't tell me no tales of glory
Charity begins right here (here)
I'm lookin' out for number one,
Do I make my message clear (ya hear)?

The technician in the booth signaled for them to stop, an angry expression covering Pizzazz's face as she glared at the new recording tech. Stormer knew that it wasn't the man's fault, the song did sound a little off but she wasn't sure why. Then again, she had a feeling a big part of it was because Pizzazz was anxious about their late shipment from Japan on their latest album. It was Friday morning now and the shipment should have arrived by Wednesday night at the latest. Luckily they were informed that the shipment was shipped via air freight last night and was being given top priority and was being brought straight there from the air field this morning.

"Why did you stop us?" Pizzazz demanded speaking over the microphone, her anger growing by the second.

"I-I'm sorry, Ma'am." The tech stammered, "The shipment that you were waiting for just arrived. Th-there is a s-small problem with it?"

"Problem?" Pizzazz screeched, face going bright red in rage as she glared at the poor man through the window invoking the blue haired woman's sympathy for him. "What kind of PROBLEM?"

"I don't know, M-Ma'am." The man said shaking a little, "I'm just telling you what I w-was told."

"Calm down, Pizzazz." Jetta said trying to calm the irate woman down a little.

"Yeah, let's just go see for ourselves." Roxy said already heading for the door. Stormer sighed in relief as Pizzazz left the man alone and followed, Jetta and Stormer following the blonde themselves. The trek from the studio down to the ground level where the receiving docks were was spent pretty much in silence, Stormer glad that it looked like their leader cooled off as they walked.

As the group passed what used to be the section where they used to manufacture their discs Stormer felt a tinge of regret though she was glad that she convinced Raymond to find new positions for the employees that once worked there before they started sending their master disc to Japan to mass produce their discs. The Japan plant made ten times the amount of their discs that they could under half the time and at a quarter of the cost. Stormer did love the new labels they made, the cover art so much better than anything Misfit Music had ever come up with.

"What the hell is up?" Pizzazz demanded as soon as the entered the receiving docks, the four women noticing how everyone was standing around the open bay door. "Why are all of you standing around?"

"Someone is in there?" A pale worker said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "They're dead."

"Wh-What?" Stormer asked quietly, unable to believe it. She never seen a dead person before and didn't really want to start now but something was drawing her to the trailer. Her feet slowly, unsteadily taking her to where her mind kept saying she didn't want to go while she barely heard Pizzazz's tirade behind her.

"What the hell? How did someone get killed in the trailer?" Pizzazz demanded angrily.

"I don't know, Ma'am." The worker explained shakily, "She was already in there when we opened the lock."

"Oh my god." Stormer whispered in horror when she could see inside the trailer. A teenage girl in ruined red and black clothes was laying on top of some crushed boxes, dried blood all over them and her. Carefully making her way to the girl Stormer couldn't help letting a few tears fall for the girl, a waste of life how ever it happened. It seemed more like the girl should be up and about smiling and laughing, not a victim of what ever happened to her. Gently Stormer reached out, brushing some stray strands of hair from the girl's face and tucking them behind the girl's ear she could have sworn she felt a very faint hint of breath against her hand as she was pulling it away.

"Oh my god." Roxy said from just above Stormer's shoulder startling the blue haired woman. "What do you think happened, Stormer?"

"I don't know." Stormer said reaching for the younger girl's neck and feeling for a pulse. Smiling a little when she felt a pulse, even if it was very weak, she called back. "She's alive, somebody call an ambulance."

"They are already on their way, Ma'am." The worker said.

"Are you sure, Stormer?" Roxy asked, her hand squeezing Stormer's shoulder softly.

"I'm sure, but her pulse is very weak. We have to get her to a hospital." Stormer said softly, almost a whisper.

"Someone call us?" A feminine voice asked.

"There's a girl in the trailer." The worker said, "She may be alive."

"Come on, Stormer." Roxy said, gently pulling Stormer from the trailer where she couldn't see in as a woman and man in paramedic uniforms rushed into the trailer with a bag a piece.

"What do you think happened?" Stormer asked, sorrow filing her voice. Looking at Roxy shocked Stormer, even the white haired woman seemed visibly upset and shaken by the display of the injured red haired teen.

"Don't know Stormer, but it looked like someone roughed her up pretty good." Roxy said clenching her fist in anger, "And if I ever get my hands on them I swear I'll kick their ass."

"Why are you two getting so worked up over some little punk?" Jetta asked in her heavy English accent.

"Don't you have a heart?" Stormer asked, a little angrily until she looked at the dark haired woman's face. The woman may have been acting tough like usual but the worried expression in her eyes told otherwise.

"Of course I have a heart but I don't care about every waif who comes along." Jetta said, trying to sound uncaring but the wavering in her voice telling otherwise. Stormer was going to replay but the male paramedic hurried out of the trailer and out of the room which confused Stormer, making her a little angry. Where did he think he was going, there was a severely injured girl lying in the trailer. She started to go back to the trailer but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Looking at the offending hand and following it to Roxy, the white haired woman shook her head sadly.

"Don't Stormer, let them work." Roxy said.

"But he just took off." Stormer said, her voice cracking as she could feel her cheeks becoming wet as tears were free falling now.

"He's back, look." Jetta said pointing to the man hurrying back with a stretcher. Stormer watched as he hurried into the trailer to reemerge moments later with the woman and stretcher between them.

"I want to go with her." Stormer said.

"Only family can ride in the ambulance." The male paramedic said coldly.

"I-I'm her sister." Stormer blurted out, surprising not only everyone there but herself as well.

"Yeah right." The man scoffed.

"We don't have time to argue." The female paramedic said, glaring at the man. "Come on, Miss."

"What about recording our album?" Jetta asked in shock.

"Let her go, we can do it tomorrow." Pizzazz sighed.

"But tomorrow is Saturday." Jetta whined.

"Do you honestly think we would get anything done with the way Stormer is acting?" Pizzazz asked. "Don't think this gets you out of tomorrow Stormer."

"Thanks Pizzazz." Stormer called as she disappeared out of the room following the paramedics closely so not to lose them. The man kept glaring at her as they loaded the teen into the back before he headed to the front from the outside. The woman helped Stormer into the back before following in closing the back door behind her.

"I'm sure she'll be okay, Stormer." The woman said, "What happened to her?"

Stormer looked up unsure of what to say to the woman, what could she say after all? The girl wasn't really her sister and the teen arrived there with the shipment of discs. If she told them that they could throw her out or she may even get in trouble but if she didn't say anything then what?

"Don't worry, I know she's not your sister but I can tell you are really worried about her." The woman said, "My name is Jenny."

"Thanks Jenny." Stormer said as the woman tried to steady herself as she checked the teen's vitals again. "Truthfully, I don't know. She showed up like that in our shipment."

"It's okay." Jenny said sitting back down in front of the woman, "I've seen people com in in way worse condition and pull through easily. The worst she'll need is a blood transfusion, it looks like she may have lost a lot."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Stormer asked feeling completely helpless as she watched the teen with worry.

Stormer soon became lost in her worries and thoughts as they sped the rest of the short trip to the hospital where they rushed the teen into emergency surgery while directing Stormer to a waiting room where she was thankfully the only person present. She sat down, rather fell down in a chair ignoring the television with the bad reception and picked up a magazine. Flipping through the pages she tried to concentrate on the words but her mind wouldn't let her as it kept wondering back to the redhead.

"You are the girl's sister?" A man in scrubs asked walking into the waiting room, disbelief clearly written on his face. When Stormer didn't respond the man sighed sadly shaking his head. "She has a rare blood type and unfortunately we don't have any on hand after an emergency yesterday. I was hoping that you being her sister you may have had type B blood as well."

"Isn't there something you can do?" Stormer asked, her heart dropping until she realized what the doctor said. "Wait, that's my blood type!"

"Are you willing to donate some to help her?" The man asked.

"Of course I am." Stormer snapped throwing down the magazine. As if the man had to ask, anyone with any kind of decency would give a little blood to help save someone, relation or not. True, she hated the sight of blood but this was an emergency and she wasn't about to le the girl die. "Just tell me what I have to do."

It seemed like forever before a groggy Stormer was allowed to leave the room they had taken her blood from. It was an experience she never wanted to go through again as she had passed out from it and thankfully they had let her sleep it off after trying to wake her up several times though she fell right back to sleep. It had been several hours and the nurse walking with her had told her that she had been out for several hours and the girl was stable and in her own room already which was where the nurse was taking Stormer now.

Stormer stopped outside a room that the nurse indicated looking at the door silently. She started to go in but nervousness overtook her. Did she really have a right to be here, she truly didn't know the girl but then again the girl didn't have anyone else here so why not? The girl deserved someone there for her didn't she?

"You can stay a few minutes but please don't take too long since visiting hours will be over shortly." The nurse said softly before leaving Stormer alone at the entrance to the teen's room. Quietly the blue haired woman made her way into the room to find the younger girl still unconscious with wires and tubes from various machines running to her.

Studying the sleeping form Stormer had to smile a little, the red head was breathing deeply and more color had returned to her skin that was there earlier. She wasn't sure how but the bruises and cuts had already faded greatly from the girl. At first she thought that maybe she over exaggerated the injuries in her own mind but she was positive that they were a lot worse. They must have healed greatly but in such a short time? It had to be a miracle or something.

"Sleep tightly, kiddo." Stormer whispered as she bent over the bed kissing the teen on the forehead, "I'll be here in the morning first thing to check on you."

"I'm sorry but I have to ask you to leave." A man said in a white coat as he walked into the room, "She'll be fine and you can visit her in the morning."

"Can't I stay?" Stormer asked hoping in a way that she could. She wasn't too sure why she cared so much but thinking back at the prone, injured form in the trailer had shaken her really badly and she really wouldn't get any rest until she knew the girl was okay.

"It would be best if you just went home tonight and rested." The man said sadly, "You won't do her or yourself any good. She is stable and will be okay but you won't if you don't go get something to eat and some rest after giving as much blood as you did."

"I'll be here first thing in the morning." Stormer said.

"I'll be here, just ask for Michael." Michael said.

"Thank you." Stormer said.

"No, thank you." Michael said, "You are so different from how I imagined a Misfit would be like. You saved the girl's life you know."

"I'm just glad I could help." Stormer said, turning and leaving the room. As she walked down the hall she was sure she heard the others' voices but she wrote it off as someone probably watching them on television. Walking into the lobby she was shocked to see Pizzazz, Roxy and Jetta sitting the waiting room next to it.

"Is she okay?" Roxy asked.

"Yeah, I had to donate some blood though." Stormer said, "I have to come in first thing in the morning."

"How do you plan to do that and work on the album?" Pizzazz asked, a little anger entering her voice.

"I'm so sorry." Stormer gasped, not able to believe that she forgot. Pizzazz was probably going to flip out now and throw one of her tantrums. Stormer had to see about the girl in the morning, she wouldn't have peace of mind until she knew for one hundred percent that the red head was okay.

"Monday morning, no more screwing around and no excuses." Pizzazz grumbled.

"Thank you!" Stormer cried glomping Pizzazz tightly.

"C-Can't breath, Stormer." Pizzazz gasped, her face starting to match Stormer's hair.

"Sorry." Stormer eeped jumping back.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride home." Roxy said.

SLR

AN: Thank you every one for reviewing and your comments and hope you all liked this chapter. Please read and review, give me any feedback to anything I may be doing wrong as well. Thankies.

Until Next Time,

Ja Ne