Blind Justice

Tessa blinked, trying to clear the spots from her eyes. It had been warm- hot, too hot. And now it was cold. But not the good kind of cold, when it bit at her skin and left her feeling fresh and awake. It was a numb kind of cold, like she was losing all sense of touch.

"I'm.. here." She felt tingly all over, like her entire body had gone to sleep on her. She almost had to laugh at the sensation. The pins and needles would hurt like a bitch when this was all said and done. If, her mind morbidly whispered. You're dying.

"Clint... Y--you need to save Jessie..." Bio-alchemy could only do so much, and she refused to let him kill himself trying to keep her alive. "Find the... the ship. I wr-" Tessa nearly swallowed her tongue when the roar of the flames picked up. It was like a monster. growing louder and louder until she could barely hear the crackling of the branches. Like they were walking into the gullet of some great beast-

Or the engine of a ship.

Light washed over the pond, highlighting the two struggling figures in the water. Hewlett didn't even need to think, as soon as he saw that flash of blonde hair. There was no way this was a coincedence. A rebel ship spotted- and presumably downed- nearby, fire in the mountains, and that now familiar head of blonde hair? He didn't recognize the man with her, but he was hopeful. Maybe he'd finally struck gold.

"Get us closer! I'm going to grab the rope and pull them in!" The soldier saluted, navigating the small ship as close as he dared without causing too much disturbance in the water below.

"Hey! can you hear me!" Two faces turned up towards the opening bottom hatch. Hewlett tossed the long coil of rope- looped at the end in a makeshift cradle- down towards the surface of the water. "I'll pull you up! Hold tight!"

The deck was a flurry of activity- a difficult feat for a small crew of no more then ten members to accomplish. But there it was, like a hive of overturned bees, as the crew tried to make sense of the chaos. Finally, after much arguing, Tessa and Clint were set up in the medical bay, Tessa attached to various machines and liquid drips, and Clint being watched by the disgruntled medic.

"I am perfectly qualified as a doctor thank you very much- and I don't need that one telling me any different!" Hewlett rested his hands on the doctors shoulders heavily, trying for a small ounce of sympathy. Dael had hand picked every single one of the men for this particular venture- all for the wonderful ability to keep their mouth shut. Hewlett had known why this doctor was so inclined within moments of meeting him. The good doctor was miserly with words- and scroogish when it came to his job. He hadn't been impressed by Tessa's companion.

"They made it this far, McCoy, I'm sure they'll be fine now. I need to speak to them, privately." The doctors mouth stretched into a grim line, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Please." Hewlett added on. The doctor left without another word, the door to his office slamming shut behind him. Hewlett could hear the grumbled mutterings from behind the solid wood. Great. Now he'd offended the doctor as well. Running one hand over his face wearily, Hewlett took in the sad looking motley in front of him. Two bedraggled, exhausted, and injured people, and one small crippled wolf pup.

How the hell did he even start?

"My names Hewlett, now that I finally have a chance to introduce myself." That was a good start, though all it earned him from the pale blonde was a confused blink. She hadn't said more then two words- and he could see why. She'd almost died of blood loss.

Well. This was going smashingly well so far.

"We've been looking for you, well, more specifically.. we've been looking for her." Hewlett nodded his head in Tessa's direction, quickly lifting his hands to show he meant no harm by it. The dark haired man had been touchy enough when it came to his blonde companion. And he really didn't want to have to tell Tessa- Jessie, he corrected himself in his mind- that he'd had to hurt one of her former...current crew members. Damn, it was all so confusing.

Twins. Who'd have thought.

"Her sister is very... concerned. And the captain is aware of their..." He threw a hesitant glance to the doctors closed doors. His grumbling had ceased, and Hewlett had no doubt he was listening closely. "...Unique circumstances."

Hopefully that would be enough to keep the man from getting too out of hand. He looked just about ready to drop, and the last thing he wanted was either of them dying of exhaustion before he could reunite the two twins.

"He sent me to help, in whatever way I could."