AN: Hey, this is my first Sanctuary fic :) so no flames please.

Disclaimer: I don't own. Wish I did. This fits in somewhere in the start of season 2.

CAUTION, CONTENTS CONTAIN SPOILER FOR END OF SEASON1/START OF SEASON 2.

The sun beat down harshly on the road, as a teenage girl ran full pelt down the street. Her patchy coloured hair streamed out behind her, as she panted for breath not daring to look behind her. Turning down an alley in an effort to escape, she caught her breath in the shadows. Jogging down the alley she searched for escape, but was met by a dead end. Cursing her luck she spun quickly, in the hopes that her pursuers hadn't found her. She was met with a large black van blocking the entrance. Panting, she tried to calm down, backing down the alleyway. A squad of about six men clambered out of the van. Heavily armed, it was hard to imagine why six men were sent to hunt down a young girl, much less heavily armoured men with tranquiliser guns. She wasn't petite, but she hardly seemed a threat. Continuing to back away, she held out her hand, concentrating heavily on the men trying to surround her. She let them get closer before there was a flash of light and the CCTV camera goes blank.

"And that's where it ends boss," stated Henry. Will, Helen and Henry stood around the computer screen, all trying to figure out what they had just seen.
"Well it was clearly the cabal," stated Will, running his hands through his hair. "The real question is who she is, and why they wanted her," he finished, stating the obvious.

"Rewind the footage please Henry," asked Helen, peering closely at the screen. "Pause it there." The trio stared at the frozen picture on the screen. From the girl's outstretched hand, there seemed to be a fork of electricity twisting out and striking one of the men.

"Well at least we know how the camera got fried," joked Henry.

CABAL

The bright overhead lights blinded her, as she tried to open her eyes. Voices came in and out of focus. Waking up with a start, she twisted her head to see where she was. A room with the feel of a science lab greeted her, as she found that she was thoroughly strapped to a chair, with several cameras aimed at her head. She also found that she wasn't alone. "It is great of you to join us, Amber," came the smarmy voice of someone who has seen this sort of thing before and enjoys every minute of it. "I'm Diane, and I'm sure we're going to be the best of friends."

"Nobody ever calls me Amber," came her angry reply, "and in your dreams, bitch". She wasn't surprised when the woman ignored it. She had met this kind of person before.

"Now Amber, you are going to help us here today," continued the woman.

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" her sarcasm giving a bite to the words.

"You can either choose to help us by your own free will, or by force. It is your choice, although I can tell you that the former will be more pleasant," she finished with a smile.

"Hmm, help my kidnappers? Sure I'll help you stick that crazy idea back up your…" came her angry retort before she was interrupted by the stick of a needle forcing her into silence.

"And I was so hoping you'd co-operate" were the last words she heard before blackness fell.

SANCTUARY

Henry sat at the computer, trying to figure out where they could be keeping this strange girl. He started by tracking the different cabal networks. When that came up with hundreds of results he started thinking of how he could narrow this down. Then a brain wave. Collecting his findings he rushed off to find Helen.

"So first I tried tracking down areas of isolated power usage, and then I thought, what if this girl was being used as a power source, so I looked for a dip in the power use," he paused momentarily from his speedy speech. "Now look here," he said, pointing at a map, "This area was registering as a high use of electricity at 12pm yesterday, but it spiked at one and here, nothing. Completely off the map." Henry beamed up at Helen, clearly pleased with the result.

"Great," replied Magnus, looking over the map handed to her, "You and Will can drive there straight away, I have more business to attend to here," she finished, before turning back to her work. Henry hurried from the room, eager to gather his supplies for the outing.

CABAL
She was running. Streets everywhere, they all looked the same. The van was here and she was scared. She was scared of the men in military outfits that were in the van. That were coming to take her. To hurt her. In the distance came the wordless screeching of a creature in pain.

Sweat ran down her face despite the cold and her palms tingled with electricity. She never had enough. No matter how many she shocked they just kept coming. There were too many. The screeching of tyres urged her on faster as they began to catch up. She was never fast enough. She could never escape. She stopped, and turned around, ready to meet them. Like the last time, she would face them. The van stopped abruptly and the men poured out. Sparks shot from her fingers to find them. But they were sucked into the air, gone before reaching them. Terror shot through her as she realised that she was defenceless. The men got closer as she turned to run again. Pain lanced through her chest. This time they weren't shooting tranquiliser darts. Crumpling to the ground she began to scream, as they dragged her back to the van before the world faded to blackness again…

… She was running. Streets everywhere, they all looked the same. The van was here and she was scared. She was scared of the men in military outfits that were in the van. That were coming to take her. To hurt her. In the distance came the wordless screeching of a creature in pain…

The guard outside her door peered in again as the muffled and desperate cries of the unconscious girl within disturbed him from his post. A woman in a power suit stalked up with a doctor holding medical charts, pausing in front of the clear Perspex door. "How is the treatment working?" she asked as the doctor perused his charts.

"Very well Ma'am, the adrenaline serum is working fantastically, we are getting an amazing output of energy, it's just a shame about the nightmares,"

"Yes, a shame," stated the woman coldly, barely glancing at the young girl screaming in the chair.

SANCTUARY

"So lets go over the plan again," said Henry, before checking through his equipment on the way to the car.

"We've been through this several times now Henry," stated Will, getting exasperated. "You shut down their security, we head in, find the girl, grab her and then get out."

"Yeah, well I want to get this right, you know, it's my first mission since…" Henry broke off, making the silence awkward. It had been only a little while since Ashley had died. Changing tack Henry said, "Hey, what if she's all, you know," Henry mimed electricity, "Sparky," he finished. "Hey, I'll be right back," he said before running back into the sanctuary.

CABAL

The rhythmic sound of typing filled the bleak room lit by computer screens. The cabals top scientists worked their hardest, as they were currently being scrutinised by Diane.

"Uh, ma'am, I think you should come and see this," came the voice of one of the programmers, breaking the monotony of sound.

Further down the hall, Henry and Will had found the girl. "Holy crap," exclaimed Henry, peering in to see the mass of wires surrounding this one girl before applying the pink dishwashing gloves. Flashes of light periodically shone through the Perspex door. "Glad I brought the gloves now," joked Henry grimly, setting to work on the electronic lock on the door.

"Yeah, well lets just get her out of here," stated Will, keeping lookout down the corridor, "we don't know what it is they've done to her."

"Hey, I got it, you keep watch here, I'll see if I can get her out," said Henry as the door swung open. Will nodded his answer as Henry turned to go into the room. Jumping slightly at each flash of escaping electricity he made his way over to the chair in the center of the room. His eyes scanned over the multitude of electrodes stuck to points on the girl lying in the chair. Her forehead was covered in sweat and her eyelids flickered constantly as a liquid trickled slowly down the tube inserted into her arm. Every now and then a hoarse whimper came from her throat. He quickly found where the electricity was being collected. Her hands were firmly strapped onto clear globes where lightning flickered down into wires.

"I think we have company," called Will, getting his stunner ready.

"Ok, ok," Henry muttered to himself as he began to undo the leather straps and started pulling off the multiples of electrodes. Her eyelids flickered groggily, barely focusing on the man releasing her before slipping back into unconsciousness. After releasing the last strap, he eased her hands off the sphere they were attached to, finding a tiny needle that had been inserted into her palm. On its removal, a cascade of sparks filled the room, stinging him, as they no longer had anywhere to escape to. He scooped her up, careful to avoid skin on skin contact. Hurrying from the room he headed back up the corridor, with Will holding the rear, not too close to the dangerous girl.

She was running again. This time was different. They were still after her, and she was still scared, but the previous terror had eased a little. There was a new face. Out of focus, he appeared in a blue light, concentrating on something else. This vision disrupted her sky before she slipped back into her usual routine of fleeing. Someone was there. By now she had established that none of this was happening. All of it was a dream. But that didn't make it any less terrifying. It didn't take away the pain as they shot her. She struggled harder this time, a desperate attempt to resurface. Find a break in the constant waves of adrenaline she was swimming in. Slowly her world broke up, the bright lights of the sun fading into the dim interior of a van. A voice resonated around her head, unclear and out of focus.

"Her muscle spasms have died down heaps, and she isn't shocking me as damn much," came a tired male voice. It took her a moment to realise that he was talking about her. "How much longer until we get to the sanctuary?" She attempted to speak, giving little more than a groan from her abused vocal chords. She flexed her arms, attempting movement, but found them firmly strapped down to her sides. "Oh shit, she's coming round," came the now slightly panicked voice. She tried moving her legs, but found them strapped down too. A last surge of adrenaline came through her system, as she started to struggle wildly. She was vaguely aware of the discharged electricity surging through her hands and was puzzled slightly at how it was remaining contained within a short space of her hands.

"Just try to calm her down," came a second, less panicked voice from what seemed to be the front of the van. "We don't know what it was that they were drugging her with," he continued.

"What's going on?" came her hoarse whisper, as she finally forced the words out. Her voice sounded weak and abused. A face came into focus just above her, and she recognised it as the one that had interrupted her nightmare earlier. Her muscles spasmed with the memory. Looking thoroughly lost in the situation, he took her hand, revealing the reason of the ineffectiveness of her lightning. Rubber gloves. With his other hand he started stroking her hair, a surprisingly reassuring gesture.

"So what you're saying is that they pumped her full of adrenaline to keep her producing electricity?" restated Will, a horrified look on his face.

"Yes, although why they would need that kind of supply is beyond me," said Magnus thoughtfully, "What they were planning could hardly be for the long term, as she seems to have deteriorated quite a lot in the time she has been hostage."

Helen calmly put on her own rubber gloves, a system that seemed vital at this stage, before entering the room with the patient with Will following suit. "Now what they were injecting her with seems to be a solution that would contain a high dosage of adrenaline and other essential nutrients. They clearly weren't feeding her properly," she continued, monitoring the various screens arranged around the room. "I would be surprised if she regained consciousness anytime soon."

"Well that's the thing," started Will, leaning against one of the tables, his arms folded, "Henry told me that she was awake for some of the trip back, and apparently put up a bit of a fight," he concluded, casting a casual eye over the still-restrained patient.

A knock came from the window of the room causing Helen and Will to look up. Henry gestured to his graphic screen from outside the room.

"So, I did a background check on our girl here," Henry started when Helen and Will were outside the room. "Amber Armstrong, 19, moved here from Australia about two weeks ago, renting a small place not far from where we saw that footage of her, good school records, no criminal record, and that's about all I could find about her," stated Henry, looking please with himself. "She was quite hard to find on any database, most of them are wiped clean," He continued, "She clearly didn't want anyone to find her, I had to link disturbances in the electrical grid and cross reference them to even find her name."

"Thankyou Henry," said Magnus, "I'm quite sure that she was keeping a low profile to escape situations like this," she finished.

An alarm from within the room started going off, drawing the attention of the trio outside. It was apparent that the girl was now awake. All three hurried into the room. Checking the monitor on her way, Helen walked up to the girl with Henry and Will staying in the background. As the girl was about to speak, Helen interrupted her "It is best if you didn't talk, I imagine your throat would be sore after your ordeal." This statement caused her to close her mouth again. Helen continued looking at the charts, considerably surprised that her patient was now lucid. The girl looked around the room, her reaction neutral. She hadn't the energy to be scared anymore. The escape had left her exhausted. She caught the eyes of the two men who had helped her escape, and the last piece of tension left her, allowing her to smile.

"You seem to be recovering at a very good rate, even for an abnormal," said Magnus, finishing her check-up on the screens. "Although it will be a little time before you can use your ability like before," she said kindly. "I'm Helen and this is Will and Henry, if you need anything all you have to do is ask," she paused, before nodding to Will that he could talk to her and then leaving the room. Will pulled up a chair, whilst keeping an eye on the girl for her reaction of his closeness.

"Henry can you put up the CCTV footage of the kidnapping?" asked Will before turning back to the patient as Henry started scribbling away on his handheld touch screen. "Hey I'm Will," he started, giving her a quick smile, "and I just have a few questions about what happened a few days ago," he glanced up, aware that she was no longer paying attention. He eyes were focussed on Henry, as he passed the screen to Will. Wordlessly, Will held the screen up for her to watch. As she stared at the girl on the screen comparisons became clear. All puppy fat had gone, and she was considerably thinner, giving her a gaunt look. The colour had leached out of her system, her hair and skin paler than before. The premature grey that had been only slightly noticeable was more prominent now, a side effect of the extended use of her abilities. As the scene drew to a close she closed her eyes. She couldn't watch this. Will went to give the screen back to Henry, before she grabbed his wrist. He gave her a surprised look before handing her the screen. Finding an outlet quickly, and not trusting her voice to explain, she hoped that she could still do this whilst exhausted. She placed her finger over the outlet before concentrating on her memories. Small sparks trickled into the socket, as a distorted image appeared on the screen. Will and Henry stared openly at the screen as the memory came in and out of focus. Most of the images were blurry and out of focus, except for one woman. She remained in focus the entire time.

"It is great of you to join us, Amber," The fuzzy distorted voice said, "I'm Diane, and I'm sure we're going to be the best of friends."

"Nobody ever calls me Amber, and in your dreams, bitch" Came another voice, clearer. It took a while for the two men to realise that this belonged to Amber.

"Now Amber, you are going to help us here today," continued the dialogue.

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" sarcasm clearly evident.

"You can either choose to help us by your own free will, or by force. It is your choice, although I can tell you that the former will be more pleasant," she finished with a smile that remained in focus the entire time, only flickering once on the screen.

"Hmm, help my kidnappers? Sure I'll help you stick that crazy idea back up your…" Here the screen became static, crackling like crazy before becoming fully black.

Here the girl looked up, eyes flicking in between Will and Henry, before some text flitted across the screen.

"SHE NEEDS TO PAY"