Katrina had woken up to the feel of fingers gently probing her skull, but it wasn't until the fingers pressed against the back of her head that she opened her eyes to see who was probing her skull. She felt the fingers freeze as her eyes focused on cold gray ones and she screamed thinking they belonged to Jericho and that he was going to repeat what he'd done before. Images flashed behind her eyes and she felt the ghostly feeling of Jericho's hands on her and she tried to get away from the man in front of her, flailing slightly as if to get the memory of the hands off her, her actions catching the tanned man sitting in front of her by surprise so he didn't react in time to avoid her hand colliding with his face.

"Captain!"

Katrina heard unfamiliar voices shout over the sound of her screaming and saw a guy with a hat on his head that said 'Penguin', a guy with a blue hat and red trim on, and a girl covered in some sort of black substance with a butcher knife in her hand all standing in the doorway looking at the man beside her, but Katrina only focused on the girl with the knife and screamed louder. Her attempts of getting away from the probing fingers and whoever they belonged to intensified as well, resulting in the table of medical tools that had been beside her getting knocked over and the brunette scrambling up onto the examination table she'd woken up on, she didn't stop until her back hit the wall of the room and even then she didn't stop screaming. Was it going to happen again? Was Jericho waiting to come for round two? Wasn't it bad enough he had violated her once already? The thought made Katrina shake in fear as she tried to curl in on herself to become as small as possible.

"Gah! Get out! All of you!"

Katrina heard a voice shout over her and she didn't stop screaming until they were all gone and the door was shut behind them.

Silence followed and Katrina pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly as she thought back to what had happened in the storage room. She had blacked out, she remembered that much. Had Jericho actually violated her? Someone had bust in at some point, had they stopped him? Who was it? Why had they chosen to save her? What did they want from her for doing so?

"Do not do that again."

A male voice said to her left, making Katrina flinch and look over to see Trafalgar Law drop his hands to his sides from where he'd been holding them over his ears in an attempt to deafen the sound of her screams.

Law? What's he doing here?

Katrina wondered as she looked around and paled when she realized she was in an infirmary of sorts. Metal and glass cabinets were screwed into the walls and secured to the floor. The table she was currently sitting on was metal beneath the sheet she now realized she was sitting on. The smell of antiseptic was everywhere and she could tell by the gentle swaying motion she felt that she was on a ship of some kind.

"Where-"

Katrina started, but Law cut her off as he walked back over to her and started probing her head without a word. She flinched upon his approach, but didn't react as violently as before.

"Well, it doesn't seem like you have a concussion."

He stated after a few minutes of silence and Katrina simply stayed put and watched Law with slightly wide eyes. With him this close she could take in his features. He was slim and rather tall, almost six foot three if Katrina had to guess, making him a full three inches taller than her. She noticed he had faint shadows right under his eyes which were a cold, stormy gray and had a small goatee and his dark black hair hidden under an already familiar fuzzy white hat with spots along the bottom near the rim. He had on a black and yellow colored hoodie with a black smiley face on the front. The sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, letting Katrina see the tattoos on his arms that stood out against his rather dark skin. His jeans were spotted much like his hat and she could see the sword she'd seen him with before leaning against the wall across from where she currently sat.

"Does it hurt anywhere other than your head?"

He asked, pulling Katrina from her thoughts as her eyes snapped up to his. She shook her head and felt herself start to tremble and tightened her grip around her knees to try and stop, but it was doing no good. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm down as her mind recalled what had happened to her. What she had been too powerless to stop. It was no different than before. Nothing had changed.

Law saw that Katrina's nerves finally seemed to catch up with her. He would have given her a sedative, but he wasn't comfortable with the idea of her sleeping so soon after having just woke up.

Without a word, Law walked out of the infirmary and into the galley where his crew were all sitting and arguing about something. He spotted the one he was looking for and called their name.

"Bepo, come here."

The Heart Pirate captain commanded and his furry subordinate got up without a question or comment and came to stand in front of him. Law turned around and headed back towards the infirmary, Bepo following without a word.

Once back at the infirmary, Law held open the door and let his polar bear friend walk in first before leaning against the door's frame and waving a tanned hand in Katrina's direction, giving a silent order for Bepo to comfort the girl in a way only a fluffy animal can.

Law watched as Bepo tentatively walked over to Katrina and managed to pull her off the steel cot and into his lap as he leaned against the wall. He wrapped his paws around her and Law heard a soft rumbling come from his furry friend's chest and saw Katrina's shaking calm down some. The dark doctor slipped out of the room, knowing Bepo would get him if it was necessary. She had no other injuries aside from a few bruises and the cut on the back of her head. It hadn't required stitches and seemed to be doing fine with just the qauze pad he had secured over it. He wanted to talk to the brunette, but she was in no state of mind for that. He would have to wait, as much as he disliked the idea. Sighing quietly to himself, Law made his way to the galley for the second time that day to try and find something to eat.

Bepo looked down at the girl in his lap and noticed the way she clung to him, even in her sleep. He wasn't really sure why his captain had called him into the infirmary to calm her down, but whatever the reason he was glad to see Katrina had calmed down. She had, after all, been nice enough to help him. Had he calmed down, he would have been able to find his captain's scent and simply found him that way. However, Bepo had become too frantic upon realizing he had lost his captain and crew to think of that option and been trying to spot them in the crowd of the Archipelago. Thankfully, Katrina had happened across him or who knows how long he would have gone before calming down enough to use his head.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours, all the while Bepo noticed that Katrina's grip on his fur never loosened. The door to the infirmary opened and Bepo found himself growling at whoever it was until he recognized the scent as his captain's.

"How is she?"

The dark doctor asked as he came and crouched in front of Bepo.

"She fell asleep shortly after having calmed down."

Bepo said, his eyes moving from his captain to Katrina's sleeping form.

"She won't let go of my fur."

He said the second sentence mostly as an afterthought that was more to himself than his captain, but the surgeon still heard and chuckled slightly.

"Seems I was right in thinking she'd relax with you around."

Law said and Bepo looked at his captain, wondering what he'd do with Katrina now. He spoke again as he stood back up, while Bepo looked back down at Katrina before carefully getting to his feet with the sleeping girl still clinging to him.

"We should move her out of the infirmary."

Bepo followed his captain out of the room and further into the submarine until they reached his room. Bepo didn't question when Law opened the door and motioned Bepo to lay Katrina on the bed. The polar bear backed up after finally managing to free his fur from Katrina's fingers, then followed after his captain as he left and closed the door after them. Even as they walked away, Bepo's mind couldn't help but stay with the girl. He had so many questions. Why had she helped him? What was going on in the room before his captain stepped in? How badly had Jericho hurt her? What was his captain going to do with the girl now?

"Come on Kat, let's play Pirates and Marines."

A boy with dark brown hair cut around his neck and dark blue eyes called to a young light brown haired girl currently reading a book. The girl looked up from her book and her blue-green eyes met the dark blue of her older brother.

"Mommy said not to play that game."

The little girl said and was going to go back to her book of adventures at sea when it was suddenly pulled out of her hands by an auburn haired boy with green eyes.

"Nicholas! Give it back!"

Katrina cried as she got to her feet and tried to get her book back from her eldest brother.

"Captain Clark! What is this pirate doing out of her cell!?"

Nicholas called to the brown haired boy who smiled at his older brother.

"My apologies Admiral Nicholas, I'll take her back immediately."

Clark said and grabbed Katrina's arms and roughly pulled them behind her back, earning a pained gasp from the brown haired girl.

"No."

Nicholas said making both Clark and Katrina stop and look at him.

"This pirate has been a pain, always escaping from her cell and stealing from us."

Nicholas said, holding up Katrina's book like it was some great treasure.

"Tie her up and gag her, it's time this pirate scum learned her place."

Nicholas said with a smirk and Clark smiled in response as he dragged a struggling Katrina to the treehouse and tied her arms and feet to keep her in place as Nicholas climbed into the treehouse with a blood-caked whip in hand.

"Nick! Clark! Please no! I don't wanna play this game anymore! Please!"

Katrina begged, her eyes wide in fear at the whip being held in her eldest brother's hand.

"Silence you pirate!"

He shouted at her before drawing his arm back, then bringing it forward so that the straps of stripped leather from the whip tore through the back of the white summer dress Katrina was wearing and bit into the already marred flesh of the little six year old girl's back and a blood-curdling scream filled the air.

Katrina shot up from the bed she was lying in and slapped a hand over her mouth to cut off the scream that had ripped from her throat, but it did nothing to stop the sound of it from her memories. She lifted a shaking hand to her head and ran her fingers through her hair a few times in an attempt to calm herself. She stopped with a hiss when her hands hit the gauze and the tape holding it place over a spot on the back of her head. It was only then that she realized she wasn't in the same place she'd fallen asleep. Instead of lying in the lap of an orange suit wearing polar bear, she was in a queen sized bed covered in dark, satin sheets.

Where am I?

Katrina wondered to herself as she looked around the room. She could see several bookshelves full of books lined up against beige colored walls of the room she was in. There was a desk littered with papers and open books over in the corner of the spacious room and there were two doors that she could see. One to the left of the bed she was currently sitting in, the other directly across from it.

Throwing the covers to the side, Katrina slowly got to her feet. She shivered at the feel of the cold metal of the floor before heading for the door across the room. She silently opened the door to an empty hallway. The brown haired girl heard voices carrying from down the hall and cautiously walked along the metal corridor with a few doors here and there leading to other parts of whatever ship she was on until she came to a room with a table big enough to fit seven people in the middle of it with people sitting around it. She recognized the guy with the penguin hat, the guy with the blue hat and red trim, and the blonde girl covered in some dark substance that looked like grease or maybe oil, as the people from earlier when she'd been in the infirmary with Law. She blinked in shock when the blonde leapt at the boy with the blue hat and forced a rather odd colored substance in his mouth and held his nose to force him to swallow whatever it was.

Everything got quiet before the guy in the blue hat suddenly keeled over and his soul floated out of his body and hovered in the air above his unconscious form.

"Shachi!"

The guy in the penguin hat shouted in alarm as he ran to the other one.

"He's just being over dramatic!"

The blonde girl shouted and crossed her arms in a pout.

Just where the hell am I?

Katrina wondered with wide eyes as she watched the people in the room in front of her. She was so focused on the scene in front of her that she didn't notice when a certain furry haired polar bear picked up on her scent and looked her way before alerting his captain to her presence.

"Hello Miss Katrina, you slept well I hope."

Law said and smiled when she snapped her attention to him.