BAMF!

If Lucy had had to pee at that moment, she would have all over her pants. She could feel that cold steel blade grazing her neck and when the colonel sheathed it lucy swore she felt the first layer of skin get shaved away. This man was no joke and perhaps she should keep her opinions to herself until she was cleaned up, watered, and set free. Lucy knew that enthusiasts often lived in the moment one hundred percent but these guys went above and beyond, it frightened her. Her body eased from the tension of her fear and shock that the colonel's reaction to her very obvious protestation caused. She watched as the man turned and strutted away, disappearing inside a tent leaving her with the four thugs that harassed her before his interuption. She looked up at them and smiled awkwardly, they were still not amused nor impressed by her public displays of aggression.

"If you could please show me where the medical place is..." She was getting dragged by two of the men. Literally dragged so fast her feet couldn't balance and she put up no fuss. Well, she didn't have time to put up a fuss before she was shoved into a foul smelling tent. Lucy stood there and processed her surroundings. There were two tables, one with some sort of blanket on it and another half covered by a curtain hanging from the tent poles. There was a large pot with steaming water, some tools haphazardly tossed into the liquid. On an end table there were some clean(ish) tools and, dear god!, was that a bone saw? Lucy's stomach turned and she looked everywhere but at that particular object until her eyes swung towards the other table and she now noticed the brownish stains in the wood. Lucy felt weak and the urge to vomit, her knees gave out but arms caught her. It was then that she felt a pain shoot through her torso like someone was poking at her with a hot iron. She cried out.

"Hold on. It will hurt for a moment while we get you to the table." a calm voice stated as she was aided to the not-horrifying table. She eased up onto the table and sat grimacing. That had really hurt "It appears that you may have a couple of broken ribs." The man then lifted up Lucy's tank top before she could protest and she yelped in pain as fingers prodded her ribs "Indeed, you have discoloration and swelling on your ribs."

"No kidding." Lucy stated through gaspy whispers.

"You were thrown from your horse is what I was told?" He noted her nod "You're lucky to be alive, miss."

Lucy got a look at the "doctor". He couldn't have been more than twenty-one, this was so not right; she needed a real doctor with real pain meds and not a creepy bone saw for removing septic appendages. Before she could speak, her shirt was being sliced from her body.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Lucy protested.

"I have to examine you. What is this contraption?" The doc said as he tugged at Lucy's bra.

That was it for Lucy. These men were taking this too far, now they're pretending that they've never seen bras? Maybe they hadn't but seriously? Lucy tried to scramble off the table but she squealed in pain and landed with a nice OOMPH onto her ass. She sat here full of chagrin and considered throwing an outright temper tantrum. The doctor kneeled down and looked at her face.

"I'm sorry, miss. I mean you no harm. I am a young physician but I'm what we have. I'll do my best to treat you."

Lucy, for an instant, felt sorry for this kid. She nodded her head and agreed to be hoisted back onto the table. The doctor left her bra alone and wrapped material tightly around her rib cage. He examined her head wound, placed a couple of extremely painful stitches into her scalp and poured alcohol over every single open scrape and cut she had. He also allowed Lucy to use hot water and a cloth to wash herself up with and gave her a cup of cold water to drink. He then handed her some sort of tunic shirt, a man's shirt to wear in place of the one he destroyed. Before she exited the tent to be escorted to the colonel's tent, she turned and looked at the kid.

"Thank you. For everything." She smiled and to her surprise, he smiled back.

Lucy was led back to the colonel's tent not dragged this time, probably because Doogie Howser had warned them not to due to her ribs. They didn't look too happy that they couldn't abuse her. They flung open the flaps of the tent and waited for Lucy to enter, once she did the flaps closed and she was left alone with the colonel. He stood behind a large table that held a map. There were little figurines on the map, like the game of Risk.

"Come closer." The voice commanded and Lucy obeyed because she didn't want to get gutted like a fish with that shiny sword of his. "I see you have been tended to."

"Look. I don't know what you guys are playing at..." Interrupted by a harsh shoosh.

"You think this is a game? This is far from a game. We are in the middle of a war and everyone is suspect. I have to ensure that you are not a spy for the colonial resistance." He stated without pausing to breathe. Lucy decided that she was just going to play along. These men were obviously way too into their little world and she wanted to walk out of it alive with all her parts still attached to her body. Even as ridiculous as all this was.

"Fine. What do you want to know?"

The colonel stepped out from around his table with his hands locked behind his back. It was a decidely Mr. Darcy maneuver. He paced and circled Lucy, she could feel those chilling eyes on herself.

"Who sent you?"

"No one. I live here. I've told you that." Lucy knew that she would have to create a character of her own in order to get out of this tent with her head. She remembered the observations of the colonel's men "I'm a Spaniard."

"From Florida, I presume? Where is your family?"

"Dead. I am all that is left." She lied.

The colonel crossed infront of her and locked those eyes onto her face. He had long eyelashes Lucy noticed and they grazed the very tops of his cheekbones when he blinked or lowered them to look lower than her face.

"How does one so small and lovely survive the journey from Florida to South Carolina?"

"I had my methods." Lucy was searching her mind for past history lessons "Ladies have ways of accomplishing such feats." She spoke as properly as she could and she was probably failing. Lucy was known for her mouth and she could get super trailer-park when she wanted too, especially during karaoke.

The colonel smirked "No. Ladies cannot but whores certainly can."

A whore? Niiice. Not the angle Lucy was going for but what the heck, it's not like she was a virgin or anything "you figured me out. I'm a whore. Peddling my wares to the highest bidder." she was being sarcastic but sarcasm is often lost on the sarcastics...or something.

The colonel moved closer to her and made a disdainful sniff "I suspected as much. Girls that dress as you do are not respectable." He turned and paced away from Lucy. She was boiling inside but she kept her focus on his sword and gun. She kept her focus on the fact that this man would take that sword and cut her in half, after he plundered "her wares" if he even was remotely interested in said wares.

"Can I go now? Being as it is established that I am just a useless slut and not a spy?"

The colonel snapped back at her, his eyes glistening in the sunlight that trickled through the slats of the tent "Leave? Absolutely not. No. We need all the help we can get on our journeys. No. You will go and assist the young physician. His nurse has recently died from a fever."

Lucy felt her heart sink. She did not want to play this game. If she had wanted to reenact battles of the days of yore and live a primitive life, she would joined one of those WarCraft groups where people form countries and beat each other with foam weapons. This was so not her cup of tea but she was also still scared of that sword. She knew that the colonel was still uneasy about her intentions at this camp and he wanted her under his thumb. Play his stupid battle games and maybe she'll get a cookie and cold beer when this was all over. Maybe she'd even kick this man where it counts for being a general jack ass.

Lucy backed out of the tent and the colonel kept his eyes locked on her form.