"Have you started showing any symptoms?"

"No."

Rachel pursed her lips, squinting as she evaluated the response. Sarah was good at covering up concerns about herself. Fine, she always said.

"I'm not, kay?" Sarah insisted, leaning back in the chair. She watched Rachel strum her fingers on the desk across from her.

"Just know that as soon as you do. It's a matter of saving your life. And Kira—"

"No, we made a deal Kira would be left out."

"Yes. Unless something happens to you or that is potentially life threatening to either of you. She won't be bothered unnecessarily.

Sarah groaned and ran her hand through her dark hair, shaking her head in frustration. She hadn't been able to get away from the institute but she was at least able to work out a deal to keep Kira's life as far away from this as possible.

"We are not here to make things difficult for you, Sarah," Rachel tells her as she moves back from her desk to stand. Her fingers don't leave the desk and trail behind her as she comes around to lean against the front, just a few short feet away from Sarah.

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked to the other side of the office. Rachel's proximity made her a little uneasy but she didn't move.

"Why must you fight tooth and nail, Sarah?" she asks with a soft hum, leaning forward so that the bob of her hair curves against her jawline.

"You've got my labs, yeah?" she finally blurted, jumping from the chair. Rachel's closeness made her flush suddenly and it took great effort not to just sit back down. She let her fingers find the back of the chair for support, stepping behind it. Rachel didn't move from her position and just watched as Sarah cowered away.

"Yes. We got everything we need for this time. Remember. Two weeks or sooner if symptoms show," she instructed but Sarah didn't confirm. She stared a moment longer before she shrugged her jacket back over her shoulder and quickly left the office.

"Shite! Hey! Watch it, yeah?" she shouted, rolling her sleeves quickly down her arms.

"We told you, we reviewed your blood work and we have to give this to you."

Sarah stared at him, baffled, as if the explanation was meant to make sense.

"You need to cooperate."

"Or what? You'll get Leekie? Rachel?"

The doctors looked at each other, shrugging simultaneously.

"No, you know what, yeah. That's what I want. I want Rachel Duncan to come down here right now. I'll tell her. There's no damn way you're shoving that needle in my arm."

The doctor that had been on her right, gripping her arm, dropped her limb and pushed a few buttons of a monitor and beckoned for Rachel.

Sarah could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Her eyes widened suddenly as her breathing became labored and shallow. She sat quickly, her head dropping to her hands, and tried to calm herself down.

"Sarah?"

The familiar voice reached her but it ran across her skin like a blade. She jerked her head up to see Rachel standing in the doorway and she nearly spat out her questioning of her presence but she remembered demanding them before she became light headed. Sarah combed her fingers through her hair, shoving it to the side and out of her face.

"Are you all right?" asks Rachel, leaning forward slightly to grip her shoulder. Sarah flinches.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'm just… They were trying to inject me with some bozo poison without telling me what it was."

Rachel turned to one of the doctors and held out her hand. He placed the syringe in her grasp, giving her a chance to look it over.

"What it is?" Sarah asks, watching Rachel turn it over in her hands.

"Your blood work showed some deficiencies. Vitamin D, specifically. Among other things, of course. This has a slow release activated, allowing it to release over a period of weeks instead of relying on you to take medication. It is just easiest this way for everyone."

"And if I just wanna take the meds every day?"

"It's a very specific schedule, Sarah. This goes in once and works for weeks. You'll feel a difference in a few days as your body replenishes itself."

Sarah squinted at the syringe in Rachel's hand, glancing back to the doctors as she just watched. Rachel decided to wave them off, telling them she had it under control. They both disappeared after a few presses of the keypad.

Rachel held it up, showing the words written in small print on the side. Sarah read them quickly, or at least got the idea of what it really was.

"And how am I supposed to believe you? That you're not injectin' me with something that will kill me?"

"You think we fought this hard to get you just to kill you?"

"Yeah."

She stared at Sarah for a moment, watching defeat spread across her features. It looked like she was doing everything she could to keep it together. The needle next to her skin really sent a jolt down her spine and the threat of sedation caused her throat to lock.

"I don't know," she finally added and tried to lock her expression to one view. "You can't be blind to what this is, okay? I'm a lab rat. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm convinced I'm not even human."

She glanced up to see Rachel's face hadn't changed at all. It was the same robotic look she often had. She sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair, pushing up the sleeve of her shirt.

"Just. C'mon, get it over with. I'd rather you do it then those guys."

"You're not a lab rat."

Sarah laughed, shaking her head in clear disbelief.

Rachel jabbed the needle into Sarah's arm, causing a distorted cry in pain.

"Hey!"

"You're not a lab rat. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for your daughter. You wouldn't allow any of this if it didn't protect her."

Sarah looked up at her, thrown off course as Rachel tried to console her with mirrored distrust for the company.

"Are you all right now?" Rachel asks, running gauze over Sarah's arm to dab the blood left behind by the large needle.

Sarah nodded her head as she watched the delicate movements over her skin. Hatred for the proclone had been wound so tight inside her that the release of it was overwhelming. She tried to cling to those pieces, putting her wall back together. She wasn't supposed to trust her and here she let her shove a large needle in her arm. She couldn't tell Cosima or Alison or anyone about this.

"I need to go," Sarah tells her, feeling the words are too big for her mouth. "Ya got everything, yeah?"

Rachel nodded and leaned back as Sarah stood in front of her.

"Two weeks?"

"Or sooner," says Rachel as she side steps out of the way, letting Sarah out of the examination room.