Disclaimer: I'm honestly not sure what to put here, so... Apart from Bailey/Broken Arrow, I do not own the characters. Um... other legal stuff... If anyone has a better way to phrase this part, please let me know so I can update it.

After breakfast, she went over to Aunty Charlotte. They were about to finish a big project, so she felt like she had to go. I can’t let her think anything is wrong, Bailey thought, stopping just outside the door. She let out a big breath, then smiled, trying to hide her pain.

Stepping inside, Bailey walked over to the now familiar corner. It brought a genuine smile to her face. “Good morning, Aunty Charlotte,” Bailey said, sitting down next to the old doe.

“Good morning, Bailey,” Aunty Charlotte said, noting Bailey’s sadness that she was trying to hide. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Bailey said, turning away from Aunty Charlotte so that her face didn’t reveal anything. “Just tired, that’s all.”

“Okay,” Aunty Charlotte said gently, knowing that Bailey was trying to act brave. “If you’re tired maybe you should go get some sleep. We can finish this later.”

“I’m fine,” Bailey repeated. The pain of the morning was threatening to overwhelm her. She tried not to cry.

“Well,” Aunty Charlotte said, “Let’s get started then.” They started to work on the project, and for some reason that made Bailey even more sad. They had been working for about five minutes when she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Bailey started to cry and she turned away from Aunty Charlotte so she wouldn’t see.

“Do you want to tell me what happened now?” Aunty Charlotte asked, setting down the project and putting an arm around Bailey. Bailey tried to say something, but she just started to cry harder. They sat there and Aunty Charlotte let Bailey cry.

After a couple of minutes, Bailey was able to control her crying enough to talk. “I don’t feel like I belong anywhere,” Bailey choked out through sobs, “and I hurt the only other friend I’ve made. I wish I never came here. I wish I could go home.”

“I understand,” Aunty Charlotte said, gently rubbing Bailey’s arm. “When I was younger, I lost my home. I had to move several times, which made it hard for me to make friends. I hated the feeling of leaving them, so I closed myself off. But soon I realised it was better to try and reach out than to always be lonely.”

“But it’s not like that,” Bailey said, still crying, “I’m different and if people knew who I really was…”

“Did Caleb find out that you are a wolf?” Aunty Charlotte asked gently.

Bailey jumped up, backing away from Aunty Charlotte. She stopped crying, her sadness replaced by fear. “H-how do you know?” she stammered, surprised. She ran a hand through her fur and started to mutter to herself. “I never left without my mask, wait, did I?” She started to hyperventilate.

“Calm down, child,” Aunty Charlotte said soothingly. “It was nothing you did.”

Bailey’s breathing calmed. “How did you know, then?”

“Well, you were always wearing a mask and cloak, and you came with Uncle Wilfred. Also, his constant worry about you being ‘found out’. I just put two and two together.” She shrugged.

Bailey’s mouth dropped open. “You’re like some sort of Sherlock Holmes!” she exclaimed, her original worry overcome with awe.

“I have been reading those stories lately,” Aunty Charlotte admitted. “It inspired me to pay more attention to my surroundings.”

“Wow,” Bailey said, then she frowned again. “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

“Not a soul,” Aunty Charlotte replied. “I knew you had a good reason to keep your secret, so I didn’t see the point.”

“Why did you just trust me though?” Bailey asked, perplexed.

“I saw how you were kind and thoughtful, especially of the younger does and bucks,” Aunty Charlotte explained, “I didn’t think a spy would care so much. Besides, what spy would spend time cross stitching anyway?” She chuckled.

“Yeah,” Bailey said smiling. Then she frowned again, remembering Caleb. “How am I supposed to make it up to Caleb?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think there is much you can do other than give him some time,” Aunty Charlotte said. “But, giving him this might help.” She shook their current project back and forth a little bit. Bailey smiled.

“We need to finish it first,” Aunty Charlotte continued, patting the seat next to her. Bailey sat back down and they got to work. They talked a lot about Sherlock Holmes.

By the time they finished, Bailey felt a lot better. “Now we just need the frame,” Bailey said, taking it off of the frame. “I really do not want to go to Master Turner today,” she groaned, frowning.

“Well, you're in luck,” Aunty Charlotte said, walking over to her desk. “I have just what we need for this project.” She pulled out some beautiful fabric.

“What’s that for?” Bailey asked, confused.

“We can make a quilt out of it,” Aunty Charlotte explained. “Something he can use.”

Bailey looked down at the cross stitch. It was big, but not big enough for a quilt. “I think we need a bigger pattern,” Bailey said, skeptical, “or a tiny buck.”

“The cross stitch will go in the middle,” Aunty Charlotte said, grabbing another quilt from behind the desk. She showed it to Bailey. “And we can do some embroidery around the sides.”

“Oooh!” Bailey said, “I like that idea.” They got to work and by about lunchtime.

“It looks amazing! Thank you so much!” Bailey said, hugging Aunty Charlotte, “It looks wonderful!” She frowned again, “I hope he likes it.”

“If Caleb is half the buck I think he is, he will,” Aunty Charlotte said. Bailey smiled, then rolled up the quilt.

After saying goodbye to Aunty Charlotte, Bailey skipped out of the room. She thought of everything that had happened over the past week. It had been a crazy time, but she had a lot of fun too. She remembered joking around with Caleb. Then she frowned, I hope we are still friends.

Bailey started to walk quicker, thinking about other stuff as well. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going. She accidentally bumped into one of the soldiers. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword. Even if the buck wasn't going to attack her, the hostile look in his eye scared her.

"Sorry," Bailey stammered, backing up. She bumped into the wall.

The buck was getting closer. "What were you doing?"

"I didn't mean anything," Bailey said, hugging the quilt tighter. "I just was lost in thought."

"Sure you were," the buck sneered.

"What are you doing, Alex?" Bailey heard a familiar voice ask. "Leave the young doe alone. She didn't mean anything." She turned to see Caleb. A smile crossed her face.

Alex turned towards Caleb. "It's Alexander," the soldier said, arrogance plain in his voice. "And you don't tell me what to do, Caleb. I’m still your commanding officer." He was about a head taller than Caleb.

"Well," Caleb said, his eyes bright, "if we are talking about what we are and are not supposed to do, then you shouldn't be threatening the doe."

"We have to make sure there are no threats, Caleb," Alexander spat back, "and she might be carrying something in her quilt." He roughly pulled it from her arms.

"Give that back!" Bailey exclaimed, lunging forward to try and grab it.

"You don't command me," Alexander growled, pushing her into the wall. Her hood fell backwards, just enough for them to see one of her ears. Bailey quickly adjusted her hood, but it was too late. Surprise crossed Alexander's face. He quickly threw the quilt aside and drew his sword.

I may have one more chapter I am going to post soon. When I started working with @Fleck Cove for chapter 12, I really wanted to write, so I got a lot done. The end of this was partially written from a plan to have it in an earlier chapter, but I didn't want to get rid of it, so it's here now. Bailey's emotions though are all over the place. I was not sure how to write that, so it ended up like that. But, she did have a hard day, so...

As always, feedback is appreciated and I hope you like it!