Reunited

The man stared at the screen. The image was fuzzy, but he could see. That was his daughter. The police were coming by again today and he was hoping for some answers. He wanted to know why his daughter was on the free way when she should have been at home.
A knock on the door caught his attention. It was about time. He had been pacing as he intently watched the screen.
He pulled open the door and frowned at the person there.
The man on his porch wasn't an officer. He wore a button up orange shirt tucked into a pair of khaki pants. His hair was combed back and his eyes were green.
"Hello. Are you lost?" The house didn't have anything but homes around it. the nearest gas station was a 10 minute drive away.
The man nodded, "Are you Gregor Thomps?"
Gregor arched a brow at the man. "I am. And you are?"
The man sighed with relief. "I've driven to 4 wrong houses looking for you. I'm Doctor Brain Bonner." He held out his hand to him. "It's very nice to finally meet you."
Gregor took the hand and returned a firm shake. "To what do I owe a doctor's visit?"
"I've been one of the doctors caring for your daughter Maureen," he stated slowly.
Gregor felt himself pale. This couldn't be happening. His little girl couldn't be dead. He hadn't even been allowed to see her at the hospital yet.
"She's still alive sir," Dr. Bonner assured.
Gregor sighed in relief. "What is her condition?"
"She's doing a lot better then when she first came to the hospital." Dr. Bonner stated. He turned to his car. It was a black car with dark windows. He waved at the car and the passenger door opened. A wheel chair was pulled out and unfolded by slender pale hands.
"Who is that?" Gregor asked.
Dr. Bonner smiled. "No worries. She's too stubborn to allow us to help."
Gregor could make out the top of the wig as a small form exited the car. She rolled the chair with some difficulty before closing the door. Her legs were in tact, but they didn't move. Gregor didn't recognize the young woman at first until she reached the first step of the porch. She glared at it as she could not get on the porch on her own. She looked up at him and smile.
It was her face. It was just like her face. Something seemed slightly off about her blue eyes. But it was her. It couldn't have been anyone else.
"Maureen," his voice trembled.
It sounded different. Scared and weak. It was not something Maureen had ever heard from her father. He had always been as hard as stone. The toughest of tough. She felt guilty for causing this type of voice to ever be heard from him.
She nodded with a sad smile. Her eyes glanced over the house. She remembered drawing with chalk on the porch. Practicing ballad in the soft grass. She climbed out the top of the window in her room to watch a neighbor's firework. So many memories happened here.
"They said you were in critical condition." Gregor stated as he walked down the stairs.
"Who is they?" Maureen inquired.
"The police," he was confused. How had his daughter not known the police were involved.
"Are they investigating the kidnapping?" Maureen looked passed her father and at Dr. Bonner.
"Kidnapping?" Gregor yelled before coughing and looking at the doctor for answers.
"Her memory isn't all there yet. But she did not run away. She had been bound," Dr. Bonner looked at Maureen's small wrists. He could still see the tape there even if the scars no longer existed. "When she had arrived at the hospital. Due to the damage of the car, she has had to undergo several surgeries. She has more to undergo. But the trauma has created memory lost as any trauma would."
"How come the police haven't told me any of this?" Gregor demanded.
Dr. Bonner shifted his weight. "I'm afraid they might suspect you or others around here. We don't want them getting rid of any evidence."
"Why am I a suspect?" Gregor growled.
"Because my last memory before the  hospital is of hearing you come home. You were on the phone." Maureen stated. "You're the last person I remember hearing or seeing."
"What day was this?" Gregor asked. He hadn't been home the night she went missing. He had been drinking with friends.
Maureen tilted her head as her brows crunched up. Her memory was still blurry and she had been half awake when she had heard them. "It might have been Friday night, maybe Saturday morning?" She mumbled.
"Take your time," Dr. Bonner spoke softly.
Maureen looked around the front of the home. She was looking for something.
"Let me get you inside," Gregor grabbed the handles of her wheel chair. "I bet you've been homesick."
Maureen's eyes widened as she looked from her father to Dr. Bonner.
When Brian did nothing, she frantically turned to her father, "I'm not staying."
"Not staying?" Gregor repeated with a confused look.
"I'm..." Maureen took a deep breath. "I'm not coming home." Her eyes became watery. "I only wanted to see how you were and take Calli with me."
"Where are you going?" Gregor questioned harshly.
"The hospital," Maureen answered as she shrunk back in her chair.
"Maureen, I can't afford all these hospital bills as it is. It would be best for you to come home. I can take care of you here." Gregor snapped.
"Sir," Dr. Bonner placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What do you want?" Gregor hissed.
"You will not be held accountable for Maureen's medical care," Dr. Bonner stated firmly.
"Oh! So you're going to put my daughter in debt?" Gregor yelled.
Maureen rolled her eyes. Her father was a hot head.
"No," Dr. Bonner shook his head. "A new medical technique was used to save Maureen's life. She needs to stay at the hospital to be observed for any side effects of the procedure."
"For how long?" Gregor glared at the doctor. He wasn't too fond of this man.
"A year at most of hospital stay. At least five years of monitoring afterwards." Dr. Bonner answered honestly.
"You're going to keep her in a hospital for a year?" Gregor shouted. "Who is paying for this?"
"The medical community," Dr. Bonner  answered. "You nor your daughter will need to pay for anything."
"Why did you use something experimental on her without my permission?" Gregor crossed his arms.
Maureen rolled herself to the porch swing since she was on the porch.
"Sir, when your daughter came to the emergency room, she was a jane doe. It was obvious that anything we would normally do, wouldn't work. So we did a new experimental procedure. She is the first person to undergo it. And she's survived. Your daughter right now is a medical breakthrough. But she needs to be monitored until we're sure she won't suffer any ill effects. Her health and safety is our number one concern."
Gregor took a deep breath to calm down. "How long will she be able to visit?"
"A little while won't hurt. I think being here might help with her memory." Dr. Bonner stated. He looked at Maureen. She had managed to crawl onto the porch swing. She was laying on the arm of the swing. "Maureen, would you like to go inside and see if anything helps your memory?"
Maureen sat up and looked at Gregor. "Where is Calli?"

First outing

Maureen glared at the machine. It had been beeping for nearly an hour. She wanted to unplug the stupid thing, but she was sure the doctors would be upset if she unplugged the medical equipment.
Dr. Bonner came into the room with a bag and a noteboard. He placed the bag in a chair to the side of the room. Maureen chuckled as he also glared at the machine as well.
"How are you Maureen?" Dr. Bonner asked as he walked over to the machine.
"I want to unplug that machine." Maureen nodded her head at the machine.
"No need for that," Dr. Bonner waved his hand in the air. He moved around the machine for a few moments. "Here it is," he pressed a button on the machine. The beepinh instantly stopped. "This button mutes the machine." He grabbed the stool and pulled it up to the long bench table Maureen sat on. He pulled out his clipboard and flipped to a few pages. "Ok, so today we're going to to test your reflexes in your legs."
"Hammer to the knees, got it." Maureen shifted on the table.
"Yep," Dr. Bonner nodded, "And then you'll meed to change clothes. We're going out." He gestured to the bag in the chair.
"Really?" Maureen beamed with excitment.
"Yes and Cheryl got you an outfit you liked online." Dr. Bonner stated as he got up to grab the small hammer from a drawer.
"I hope it covers my seams." Maureen ran her hand along the seams of her shoulder. The mechanical body wasn't as streamline as the ones she saw in sci-fi films and anime. She still looked like herself, but there were major differences. Seams in the layer of skin allowed the mechanical parts to breath.
"We'll find out once we're done with this check up," Dr. Bonner assured her.
The test didn't take ling. Dr. Bonner said reflexes were fine. He handed her the bag of clothes before leaving the room. It took a few minutes for Maureen to get off the table. She womdered if it would be possible for them to make her an inch or two taller. She guessed that might be impossible given that they had already built her body. She wondered if she would have to pay for her body.
She didn't look forward to that bill.
She flattened the dress against her legs. It was a cute simple, but the ribbon design on it almost made her look like a lolita. The black pants she wore with it didn't help negate the Lolita at all. The dress was a soft orange with a black ribbon at the neck. She wore black slip on shoes with it. She stepped outside the room and found Dr. Bonner standing at the counter talking to Cheryl.
"Oh! Aren't you cute!" Cheryl coed from her seat. Her golden hair was braided into a bun on the back of her head.
Dr. Bonner looked back at her and nodded, "Are you ready to go on your first outing?"
Maureen looked at her reflection in the glossy counter. Her head was bawled and she could see the the seams in her head. "Can i have a hat?" She asked, "Like a beanie or something?"
"How about a wig?" Cheryl handed Dr. Bonner a box.
"It's not your real hair, but it's something," Dr. Bonner pulled out a wig with shoulder length hair. It was a glossy black.
Maureen smiled brightly, "I can wear that?"
Dr. Bonner nodded as he placed it on her head. "It'll take a moment to get it on right though." He stood up and looked Cheryl. "Can you help Maureen get this wig on right?"
Cheryl laughed as the cahir creaked as she slowly got up. She beamed as she walked up to them. Her large stomach made moving around difficult, but she was determined to work until she gave birth it seemed. Cheryl had Maureen's wig on perfectly in a matter of seconds.

Discovering Body Ch1

The music was playing softly as two voices spoke over head. Maureen shifted and felt a pang in her back. It felt like something was digging into her back. She attempted to rub her back but froze as she found her hands bound. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself laid across the back seat of a car. Tape bound her hands in front of her. She could hear the air pushing against the car. Panic over came her as she looked out the window without moving her body. It was a dark night sky. She recongized the street lights that lit up the highways. She looked forward. She couldn't see the driver, but she could see the silhouette of the passenger. The lights from passing lights and cars gave Maureen a good look at him. She recognized his short, nearly shaved head. She could easily see the tattoo on the back of his shoulder. She could easily guess who might be in the driver seat.
She glared as her panic turned to rage.
How dare they?
She looked at the door and found it unlocked. She rolled over into the floor board and pretended to be asleep.
"What was that?" The driver asked.
The passenger looked in the back seat. "She rolled over in her sleep. She sure squirms a lot."
Maureen closed her eyes and allowed drull to leak from her mouth. 
"She's still asleep too." The passenger stated as he turned back around.
Maureen waited a moment before squirming toward the door. She was lucky the two didn't notice. They were probably the worse kidnappers ever. She recognized their voices. There was no doubt in her mind who they were. She was sure to turn them over to police once she got away.
The door handle was easy enough to reach. She felt the car begin to shift into the opposite lane. She took this chance to gain distance. She pulled the handle and pushed against the door. It flung open and she tumbled out.
She clenched her teeth as the concrete scrapped up her back, arms, and legs. She was glad that she wore jeans to bed. Otherwise she would be in a lot worse condition. The rush of movement made her dizzy. She needed to run and get away from them. It was dark and yet bright all at once. Her legs felt like jello, but she turned and ran away from where she thought the car was. Her ears rang from hearing several horns go off. Burnt rubber and gasoline surrounded her as she tried to run in a zig zag motion. She knew one of them had a gun. She wasn't sure how far she had gotten before a car had hit her. She heard the squeals of the brakes as she rolled onto the hot hood of the car. There were several squeals and Maureen soon lost the ability to differentiate the sounds as she rolled off the car hood and onto the ground. She laid like a sack of potatos on the ground. Her mind screamed to run, but her body didn't comply and soon she lost consciousness.

Halloween party

Maureen felt nervous. She was wearing something she was sure would cause her ridicule. The loose flowy fabric felt fantastic on her skin and she was in love with the jingling jewelry. She took a deep breath as she spun around in her bedroom mirror.
The mirror was long and touched the floor. It had a dark wood frame with an elegant seashell designat the top.
A soft knock sounded at the door. "Are we going to the Halloween party or not?"
Maureen turned away from the mirror and opened the door. Before her stood Frankenstein. Or at least the one that appeared in the Munsters show. His charcoal suit was nicely pressed and his tie was adorn with black cats.
"You look very nice Dr. Bonner." Maureen complemented.
Dr. Bonner nodded as he stared at her. "Please change clothes. You can't go in that attire." He stated flatly.
"What's wrong we my costume?" Maureen questioned.
"I don't want to look like the guy from Lolita?" He answered with a shurg.
"Isn't lolita a fashion style of dressing up like a doll?" Maureen tilted her head. She was dressed as a belly dancer, not a doll.
"It is, but the name comes from the title of a book." Dr. Bonner sighed.
"What's it about?" Maureen asked full of inncoence.
"A guy who kidnaps his land lord's daughter so he can travel across the country having sex with her. Now please change clothes so people don't think I'm that guy," Dr. Bonner pled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"But I spent forever on this," Maureen whined. "Plus, I'm covered," she gestured to the black shorts she wore under the outfit. "And I have a white shirt on underneath."
"That's all well and good, but I don't want to hear the jokes tonight." Dr. Bonner stated.
"No one is going to call you a pedophile," Maureen shook her head. "You're a very well respected doctor."
"I'm willing to bet five bucks someone will."
"I have no money to bet with," Maureen pouted. "But I bet you're wrong."
"What do I get if I'm right?" He mused.
Maureen thought for a long moment.  There wasn't much she could do. She had no money. A light bulb lit up above her head. "I won't complain or cry for the next round of tests I have to take."
"What? Not more then one?" Dr. Bonner tilted his head.
"It'll be too hard for me to not cry more the one time in a row." Maureen answered.
"You'll be surprised how quickly the tests will go if you're not crying." He teased.
"Are we going to test this bet?" Maureen smiled as she stepped out of her room.
Dr. Bonner sighed. "I got tricked. This is what I get."
"Come on," Maureen called as she reached the living room. Her cat sat up from his spot on the window frame to look at her. Maureen smiled as she petted him. "We're going to a Halloween party. We'll be back in about 2 hours."
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Krissie: and this is as far as I got into writing this scene last night. I'll add more later.