"No! Throw her to the Wretched. I'm sure they could use a good meal," Immortan Joe said and began turning to leave. It was then that the Mechanic spoke up, initiating the final part of the plan.

"She might still be worth something," He rubbed his chin, trying to act as if he weren't somewhat desperate for this to work. He didn't care about the girl one way or another, but he was deep enough in that the failure would be a personal one.

"What makes you say that?" Joe asked, sounding skeptical.

"Well, from the looks of it she survived about four days in the desert naked and alone without any food or water and then was crazy enough to rip her own eye out and not give up there. Even after cutting her own throat she's still kicking somehow. I say wait and see if infection doesn't set in then throw her to the Warboys. Maybe she wouldn't make a good wife, but that doesn't mean you can't use her," The Mechanic continued to look Fawn over, afraid of looking at Immortan Joe lest he give himself away.

"She's weak. She trembled before me," Joe spat.

"Mentally, sure, but physically? That sounds like a benefit for you if you ask me," At this Joe gave pause and ran his eyes over the girl. Perhaps he was on to something.

"Very well. Keep her alive, but if she becomes too much of a hassle you know what to do," With that Joe left the room, Rictus trailing behind, and their plan was so far a success.

It wasn't until the next evening that Fawn awoke. Upon opening her one good eye she had completely forgotten the previous day's events. When she realized she was inside she remembered the Citadel and when she reached up to see what was blocking the vision of her right eye and found bandages she remembered her suicide mission. She tried to sit up, suddenly both panicked and excited.

"Not a good idea," The Mechanic warned as he pushed her back down. "Don't go talking either. It's going to be a long time before anything comes out of that mouth. You really did a number on yourself," He plopped down in a chair next to her bed and put his feet up against her side.

"Mission accomplished, I guess. Bravo. I didn't think you had it in you. Didn't have to lie too much to the Immortan Asshole either. Those Warboys will make a man of you yet," Fawn smiled weakly and rolled her eyes. At least it worked.

"Oh, yeah. Gigantor brought this for you," The Mechanic tossed a plastic, blue eyed baby doll head onto her stomach. "You must be special. He hoards those fucking things. Creepy if you ask me," Fawn picked up the head in her thankfully lightly damaged hands and gave it the once over. It was a little creepy, but she wouldn't give it up for the world.

"The hell do you see in him anyway?" The Mechanic grumbled.

Fawn smiled, flexed one arm, and winked, doing all she could not to laugh at herself.

"Oh, yeah, the muscle, huh? Doesn't matter that his head's a fucking bolder, I guess," She kept smiling at his sarcasm. "The guy has the brain of a six year old. He can't even read! And besides that, remember Furiosa? Immortan Joe had to hire her to guard the wives because Rictus doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself," Fawn shrugged. While that was unfortunate it wasn't exactly a problem for her. If he tried anything she sure as hell wasn't going to stop him.

Fawn gestured to herself and gave the Mechanic and questioning thumbs up.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll be fine," He waved away her worry. "Your throat will heal and you'll have a wicked scar, which will get you props with the Warboys. Flushing your eye is going to be fun for the next week or so. You can consider that payback for me putting my neck on the line for you," She made a face of indifferent agreement. She probably deserved it.

"Aside from that all you came in here with was a wicked full body sunburn and feet cut all to hell. You're one of the healthiest son's-of-bitches I've seen in ages. Try not to fuck it up," Something about his grumpy sarcasm was refreshing. He continued to complain about her and the situation she'd gotten him in until she fell asleep, this time much more peacefully.

When she awoke again it was due to the feeling of eyes on her. She opened her eye to find Rictus leaning over her. When he saw she was awake he shot her a toothy grin. She waved sleepily at him.