Author's Note: Okay, and in comes more of the story. I don't have much to drabble on about when it comes to the actual movie; what I do have or want to say about it can probably all be seen in my writing… Enjoy!

I was at the bar in the back of the dining room before the theater when Blue and the priest, the same appearance as Babydoll's stepfather, came with her while she bore a schoolgirl uniform that was dark blue with off-white trim. That's when Sweet Pea stopped the rehearsal of a show upon the stage. It was an odd one: it showed a mental patient, most ironically, about to get lobotomized. Did it not scare the gentlemen who came here that such things were portrayed? Of course not…

It is a rather gruesome procedure in which my mind was reminded of the definition of, recalling the memories and knowledge of my true self. It is a process in which a surgical device similar to a needle-pointed chisel is placed just under the edge of the bottom eyelid, just above the bone where the eye's socket ends, and is hammered swiftly in a single, clean movement. What the objective is, other than permanently blind the eye by severing the nerve connections so viciously, is to reach the prefrontal cortex that lies a bit farther in. By causing damage on purpose, it is supposed to effect speech and behavioral response, decision-making devices, and other motor skills that require the mind's instinct of thinking beforehand. Only effective about seventy percent of the time, thirty percent that are its failures often lead to the repair of the nerve cells within about the time of a single month or, even on the smaller percentage of ten, the complete miss of striking the goal and leaving only the one-eyed blindness… It does always succeed in one thing: scarring its patient for life mentally and physically.

But what creeped me out even more? Sweet Pea's costume, even wig, looked just like that of Babydoll's… Perhaps irony was everywhere just on that day. I saw Blue and the priest talk for a bit in hushed tones, especially when I past by when Gorski called me over to help the dancers settle down over Sweet Pea's stopping the show, suppressing the claims that it was just another skit. That's when Blue called over Sweet Pea. She looked back at Gorski, whom she'd been speaking with upon changing the theme, then headed towards the small group, turning back for a few moments to make a flourishing gesture as she said, "I'm the star of the show, remember?"

Rocket sighed quietly, a bit of a distance away from my figure, as she looked over to the group on the dining room floor before us, "She's kind of cute."

I raised my brow. "Who do you mean? Surely you're not speaking about your sister, now are you, dear?"

A blush crossed her cheeks. She looked over to me and squeaked, "O-oh, you were listening… I was, um, talking about… Babydoll."

I looked a bit bemused and couldn't help but chuckle, "That's adorable; our little Rocket's growing up and falling in love at last."

Rocket stuck out her tongue at me. From anybody else, it would have been a rude gesture but, on her, it was just her way of being childishly defensive. She retorted in a muttered breath, "Well, excuse me if I happen to."

"Rocket!" Sweet Pea's voice called to her. Rocket sighed and gave a half-smile, her skin flushing away the pink hue, and pulled off her nurse's hat and wig in one move before placing atop my clipboard.

She ruffled out her red hair and sighed, "Wish me good luck. There's no doubt that I'm replacing sis on touring duty… Again."

I shook my head lightly as she walked off-stage and down to greet Babydoll like they had never met, even though I knew they had in reality, going along with the whole scenario. Babydoll looked just as scared as ever, but a shot of defiance swelled in her for a few seconds as the priest good-byed her, and she spit in his face. Rocket's laugh could be heard as she tugged Babydoll away and to the backstage area to the left of the theater, the priest cursing after the pair, and Blue left to calm the man down.

"So much for being a man of ze Holy Spirit, huh?"

I turned to find that Gorski was now standing behind me. That's when I took in that the other dancers had already went to the dressing room to change out, get ready for dinner, and, eventually, bedtime. She clicked her tongue lightly before saying, "Listen, Blaire. I've got zis very, very important job for you that I zink you're already aware of… I vant you to vatch over Babydoll. There's just… Something I feel inside… Blue let her into zis world. He might vant her, and you know vat I mean by that."

I nodded curtly, agreeing completely. I liked how we were able to hold these conversations in our dreams and know them to be truthful. We seemed to be the only ones so concerned about this mysterious bridge between these visual sets of truth and lies… But it was fine with us. It made us all the more aware while everyone was so into this daze. "I'll make sure Blue doesn't try to harm her on my life."

It was the middle of the night in the brothel, though I was spending the last hours before waking into reality watching the girls of A-3 in a corner of the sleeping quarters, trying to stick to the shadows of the room… That's when I heard small sobs coming from the bathroom outside and down the hall. Then a whisper from the farthest corner across, where I knew my group slept. "Rocket… Rocket."

It was Sweet Pea's voice. I saw her head deftly rotate to its right, and the person lying in the bed in that direction shift through the sheets. "I know. I can hear her, too." Her slim figure slipped out, her feet padding the tile floor so silently. She gave a last glance in her sister's direction, a small smile upon her face. "I can handle it myself."

Sweet Pea sighed, "Alright. But don't get caught."

The younger one's silhouette made its way past the other beds and through the door. I didn't know what she was going to do, but I had a good hunch what it was. Staying as secretive as possible, I decided to follow from a distance, leaving through the open door. Rocket was already at the entrance of the bathroom, and her moves became careful and cautious before disappearing through the lit way. The crying ceased slowly into that of muffled whimpers, and I raised a brow, collecting myself before making the rest of my calm way over there.

That's when I saw the two together for the very first time: Rocket was sitting next to Babydoll, her back against the bathroom's tiled wall, and the blonde's head on her shoulder so comfortingly as the tears freely flowed. The redhead had her arm wrapped around the other's shoulder, and she planted a tender kiss on Babydoll's forehead after moving away some of the platinum bangs, causing her to nuzzle slightly. "Thanks…" the smaller girl managed to say, the whimpers paused for a moment.

Rocket beamed a bit and her hand squeezed the shoulder just barely as she smiled, "It's okay. I know it's tough… But we can help you make it."

Babydoll looked up to Rocket. "I-I mean thank you… For your kindness." That made Rocket blushed just the same way as I remembered from earlier.

I stepped away from doorway, leaving the two alone. Clearly, things were just fine as they are, and I could feel that love, most certainly, would bloom. I went back to the sleeping quarters and over to Sweet Pea, who was still awake. She looked up to me and said simply, "Hey Blaire."

I looked to her, a friendly smile apparent as I replied, "Rocket and Babydoll… Are you truly alright with that?"

She sat up, but was looking away. "Of course… I just- I don't know… Wish Rocket wasn't so reckless about all of it."

I sat down on Rocket's bed, looking quizzical. "What do you mean?"

Sweet Pea huffed. "Look, I know what love can do, and what the outcomes can be. You're a prime example; you and Blondie… I don't want Rocket to end up as the broken one, just like you are… Just like I am."

As much as that stung, I couldn't get over the last part. "Just like you are? Wait, what do you mean by that?"

Sweet Pea looked down at her lap, cursing under her breath, "Shit, I shouldn't have said that."

My hand went onto one of her knees as I looked to her, my head tilted slightly, my gestures that of comfort. "Come on, Sarah…" I only ever uttered anybody's real name when I was being serious, "You can tell me."

She looked up, right into my eyes. "Okay. Promise you won't tell?"

I nodded, "Promising."

"I've liked Amber since I saw her." For the very first time in my life, I saw a pink-red color creep up, and she gulped before continuing: "But Amber likes Blondie, and I-I'm just here. Stuck without anybody except Rocket… And, there she is, giving her heart to somebody else… You're here, already having given your own to Blondie, and she gave that away to Amber… You have no more left to give, and I have no one who will receive mine. It all seems lost… Hopeless."

I didn't know when, but a few tears had slid past my cheeks, and I had to close my eyes as the observations and truths of hers sank in. She was right; all that really had happened. And we were the marooned ones on an island, surrounded by the love and affection of everybody else. My eyelids fluttered open as I took a few deep breaths before saying, "I promised Gorski that I wouldn't let Babydoll get into any harm, especially from Blue. If she's accepted into our group by the others, then it gives me justifiable reason to watch every single one of you… Something's up with Blue… And I won't let him hurt any of you, just like I promised. And I plan to go through with all of this, alright? There is a light at the end of the tunnel… Everything will be okay." I placed my hand under Sweet Pea's chin so that our eyes met once again, a clash of brown and green. "I swear, on my life, that things will be much better, okay? No more backstabbing. No more heartbreak. No more pain. No more sorrow… Be strong."

If I had known back then that there were other people listening, I would have never done that in such an emotionally moving manner. But, had I known that it would have been Blondie listening, I would've been listening to my surroundings… My guard was down as well as Sweet Pea's. Rocket and Babydoll were in the bathroom. Amber was fast asleep. And I didn't hear the most soothing whisper that spoke from the darkness under their covers: "I love you. And I hope that you succeed."

Author's Note: Aww… Okay, cue sappy love songs. Reviews, please! And thank you!