Author's Note: An insight to Talia's thoughts towards the end of the episode. Susan/Talia – Set in Divided Loyalties. Influenced by the painting by: Edvard Munch
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Rating: K+
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Most Excellent Beta: Layhee
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The Scream
Walking through the corridors that lead to the captain's office, her thoughts were all about a woman – and not just any woman, but a woman who had attitude, intelligence, beauty, and who inspired fear and respect wherever she went.
But last night, all that had changed. All that was her outward appearance, but the person on the inside was very, very, different. She was caring, sexy, and most definitely loving, she added, fighting back a blush as she thought back to their activities last night. Last night had been…well…amazing.
She remembered back to when they had first met. No matter how many times she'd tried to check in with the then lieutenant-commander, she was given in no uncertain terms the very cold shoulder.
But that was then, this was now, and a lot of things had changed. She'd met up briefly with her former lover, Jason Ironheart, who had told her of the experiments on telepaths to increase their abilities. Then, she'd met the members of the Underground Railroad who had told her their histories with the Corps and how it had manipulated them by any and all means necessary.
Then there'd been Matt Stoner, the guy she'd been married to – briefly. And that was too long in her books. They had even experimented on him, turning him from a telepath to an empath.
She'd been told time and time again, 'The Corps is Mother, and the Corps is Father.' She no longer held to that ideal. What kind of parents would commit such cruel acts against their own children?
As she turned around the corner to enter the captain's office, she saw the command staff in attendance, as well as a young woman with red hair cut into a bob.
"Ah, captain, there you are."
He was turning to face her when she felt a presence in her mind.
Control, alpha, awaken, beta, dominate, 13, dominate, Jessica dominate.
Pain, all she could feel was pain – the pain of being forcefully removed from her consciousness by someone or something else stronger and being placed in an invisible cell that would allow her to see and hear everything around her. Now, suddenly, she was a helpless bystander, unable to act.
"Bitch!" her own voice shouted. "You've blown my cover!"
From the bottom of her lungs, she cried her lover's name, but no words left her mouth. She felt her body reaching for Mr. Garibaldi's PPG. She willed her hands to drop the weapon, but instead her fingers pressed the firing trigger and the shot went wide. She felt the gun being pried from her hands as she was taken into custody.
Her voice spat with venom. "The Corps will find you…do you hear? The Corps is mother….we will find you…you're all dead!"
She caught the horrified gaze on the commander's face as she was lead away to her quarters.
Talia screamed a silent plea for help that no one would hear.
End.