I just beat the game Prey and it was so fun. I can't wait to replay it. Instead I settled for a crossover. That being said, there are spoilers in here. Starting with this one. This takes place right after the game with the choice to blow up the station but ignores that hidden place ending right after. You know the one I'm referring to. It does however use that idea. For those who haven't played it and don't know some terms can either look it up or ask and I'll clarify. For those who have played will notice that I tweaked a few things to better suit the story. I listened to the bands Daughter, Fleurie, and AURORA while writing this. I like the melancholy sound and hope it imprinted on the story. Enjoy!


The room was silent except for the strained breathing coming from the lone occupant tossing and turning in bed. The sheets were beginning to tangle in flinching limbs, facial features cringing at the images flashing behind closed eyes.

Images of death striking swiftly with barely contained lethality. People losing their lives in terrible ways, both torturously slow and lightning fast. No one stood a chance. The most frightening aspect of the very realistic dream was the way it made the dreamer feel. Nothing. It bothered her that she felt nothing for the lost lives when she knew she should.

Her body twisted and turned out of an instinct to take action, not because she was in any real danger. She knew it was her fault that these people were dying but not how or why. It was all so confusing yet made sense in a way. A small part of her felt like she understood why these events were haunting her dreams, even if she still didn't understand why. The last person fell to the destructive force and then she was jolting awake, ocean eyes taking in the early morning rays coming in from the wide window at the opposite side of the room.

The curtains had been left open again. She groaned at the bright light and draped an arm over her eyes. She took a moment before reaching over and shutting off the alarm that was due to sound in two minutes. She pushed aside the sheets and got out of bed, stretching out her aching body. Her dreams made her body tense. A call came in just then and she turned to pick up her TranScribe from the nightstand.

The rather wide face of the watch-like device displayed a picture of a scientist and sort-of-friend named Andre Harris. She categorized him as such because there was something about him that made her question his motives. There were a few times she remembered that he seemed troubled by their work while other times he was ecstatic. What caused him to be troubled was never explained and it bothered her that he didn't trust her enough to explain himself.

"Good afternoon. Did you enjoy sleeping in? I was expecting you to be up and ready to start those tests hours ago. Get over here as soon as you can, okay? Oh, and don't forget to wear your suit and use the Neuromod to help with regaining your memories."

She sighed and rubbed at her eyes before setting it down to get ready. She didn't really feel like eating so she used the Neuromod, jumped in the shower, and then slipped into her custom made suit. Andre insisted that it was a safety measure while they worked. She glanced around the small space that was her apartment while she strapped the TranScribe to the buckles of her gloved wrist. It wasn't much but it was home. It was all vaguely familiar but at the same time new. Somehow she knew to listen to Andre, but for reasons unknown to her. It left her with nothing to do but comply.

"Don't know if you remember how to get here but a map and directions are uploaded to your TranScribe if you need it."

Lost memories or scattered memories? She thought on that while looking through the mentioned information and then exited to find herself in the hall outside. She walked down it to the elevator which took her to the roof. There she as picked up by a helicopter that flew over the many buildings below to land on the tall office building of the company that was supposed to be helping her figure out her memory issue. As soon as she landed she got out and took an elevator to the correct floor. She stepped out into another hall and entered the office she was looking for. Andre stood waiting for her inside by the security desk.

"It's about time. You sleep like the dead, Jade," he greeted jokingly, a slight strain to his voice. There it was again. Something was bothering him. His bright demeanor never fooled her. She could practically feel his fidgeting every time he shared the same space as her.

"Hey," she responded gruffly, not one for words.

"Doing all right?" he questioned as she walked forward. She nodded.

"Sleep well?" he asked next. She paused a moment before deciding to respond with another nod. He seemed to catch her hesitation but said nothing about it.

"You know the drill. Through that door and take a seat. I'll be right with you to run the tests," he said with a point at the door. He spoke as if she remembered the past tests. Even when she was told there had been several, she could never remember a single one. She raised a brow at him, as if reminding him of that point, and he responded with an apologetic smile and another gesture at the door. She turned away and entered the small room. She pulled out the chair facing a desk. A computer sat atop it. Behind the desk was a window she couldn't see out of. Regardless, she knew she was being watched from the other side. She took a seat and waited for the computer to boot up. Once it was on, a question came up on the screen followed by multiple choice answers.

"Answer each one as truthfully as you can."

She read the first one and wondered how it had anything to do with her memory. As she continued she couldn't help but feel like they were assessing her morals and personality. It did shine a light on the kind of person she was but didn't help with restoring the memories she had lost. As far as she knew, they hadn't told her how they were going to do that. But she had hope so she shouldered on to the final question. She hit submit and waited for their response. It was long and drawn out but eventually they addressed her.

"Head into the next room, please."

She stood from her chair to do as she was asked. She passed through the door into the next room to see an office set-up. They gave her various tasks, each making her questions flood in yet she remained quiet, determined not to let her frustration show. The tasks slowly went from every day actions to using the room as an obstacle course.

By the time she was told to get heavy boxes from one side of the room to the other in a limited time she was bordering on agitation. She beat the timer by chucking the boxes so that she didn't have to run back and forth, thus saving precious time and allowing her to mildly expend some frustration. When she was done she heard faint muttering. It sounded like arguing. She tilted her head and moved closer to the window at the front of the room.

"…she answered differently again…"

"…it's progress, however concerning…"

"…changes too much. It's unstable progress…"

"…I think she's doing well…"

She stepped back, mulling over the few words she heard between Andre and a man she also knew but didn't like nearly as much. Beck Oliver was the security chief for the TranStar Corporation. He oversaw any and all conflicts be it a verbal argument to a physical fight. Why he was there and actively against the tests was beyond her. He even sounded a bit suspicious. All she knew for sure was that his presence made her uncomfortable.

"Thank you. That will be all for today. Be sure to rest and get something to eat. We have a few more tests for you to complete later."

She nodded and left, retracing her steps back home almost mechanically. Her mind was racing. When will her memory betray her? Because obviously she didn't remember these tests before and had doubts they even happened yet the conversation between Andre and Beck said otherwise. She passed through the office and was just about to enter the elevator when the door slid open to reveal Victoria Vega, Andre's occasional assistant and head of engineering.

She took a step back, unsure about the situation. Seeing as her memory was spotty, filled in only by information provided to her by her TranScribe, she knew that the woman in front of her preferred to go by the nickname Tori. She had a bright and cheery disposition. Jade was in the middle of wondering how many times they could have met before when Tori waved and offered her a smile, personable as always.

"Coming in? Or are you gonna stand out there all day?" Tori asked, lighthearted. Jade stepped in but made sure to keep as much distance as she could in the space provided.

"You're probably wondering why I'm not stuck to Andre's side. Why I'm out and about looking for you," she began to say.

"No," Jade answered, eyes remaining ahead. Tori sighed quietly but continued.

"Right. You probably don't remember meeting me before. But Andre sent me the new test results and I heard that Beck was giving him a hard time. I was just on my way to talk to him in person and wanted to catch up with you if I could," she explained. Jade chanced a glance at the persistent assistant but remained quiet.

"It looks like you aren't much of a talker this time around, but I still want to know how you're doing," Tori said, concern in her tone.

"I'm fine," Jade eventually answered, capitalizing on the opening doors by taking a step forward. However, Tori stopped her with a hand on her arm.

"Jade," she pleaded, tightening her grip. When she didn't get a response she loosened her hold.

"Listen. The last time we met…we clicked, you know? We got along really well. The time before that you hated my guts," Tori said with a hesitant chuckle. When Jade didn't react she kept going.

"The point is, we got along at some point and you made great progress just talking to me. Now we're at square one and I don't want to lose that progress so can you please make an effort at conversation before we have to start all over again?" she inquired with a bit of impatience in her voice. The tone sparked something in Jade and she watched as a smile broke out on Tori's face seconds later.

"There's that smirk I know so well," she mumbled, finally letting go of her arm. Only then was Jade aware of the expression on her lips. She adopted a neutral one to take its place and then stepped out, away from the small space and caring expression on Tori's own face. She climbed in the helicopter without looking back and didn't allow herself to think about it until she was done eating and curled up in bed.

Apparently, some part of her enjoyed Tori's presence, and that too bothered her. But what didn't nowadays? She briefly wondered why it felt so normal to talk to Tori but felt so stiff conversing with Andre when her mind wandered off and her eyes closed.

She jumped awake to the same images playing in her head. She hadn't meant to sleep away the day, but according to the night sky outside her window it looked like she had.

"Hey, Jade. Ready to come in for more tests?"

"Do I have a choice?" she grumbled.

"Nope."

With a long-suffering groan she rolled out of bed to get dressed. Her head hurt when she stood up and she pressed a hand to her forehead. It stung right behind her eyes a moment but gradually ebbed away. She took a bit longer to get ready but eventually made her way back to the testing facility.

More mundane and useless tests were completed. The last test went over safety procedures that everyone involved needed to know. She was halfway through them when she heard an argument outside the window. There was a loud crash and then the Looking Glass cleared away to show Beck's angry expression as he gripped Andre roughly by the collar of his suit. In their scuffle, Andre must have hit the controls because his back was pressed against the screen of the computer. Other assistants stood back, alarmed and too shocked to do anything.

Something inside Jade reacted to the scene playing out in front of her. Something jagged and unexpected. Beck was a threat in her eyes and she had to do something. She quickly ran at the glass and flung her fist forward, cracking the surface which splintered and cut her hand. She swung again, shattering it. By now everyone's attention diverted to the new threat. The lights in the two rooms began to flicker, a bulb overhead bursting in a shower of sparks. Someone gasped and words were shouted.

Jade got ready to climb the small step up, eyes locked on Beck, when a chill swept down her spine and she faltered. She slipped and fell back into the small testing room. Pain wracked her frame and she cried out. The last thing she heard was flurried movement and Andre calling her name. The last thing she saw was her hand flickering with the lights, a shadow cast over it. And then she lost consciousness.

"Jade? Hey, wake up."

Her eyes slowly opened to see that she was lying in bed. Her small apartment space surrounded her. The room was familiar and she recalled every part of it perfectly in her mind. She remembered on her own. Worry soon set in and she was left puzzled until she remembered that something had gone wrong. But what?

"Jade, are you feeling all right?"

There was the voice again. She turned her head to see Andre sitting at the edge of her bed. In response she groaned tiredly and closed her eyes. He chuckled.

"You never did like to be woken up. At least that never changed," he commented, a bit of relief in his voice.

"What happened?" Jade asked.

"Oh, you remember?" he answered. She simply nodded and then sat up, holding a hand to her throbbing head.

"How much?" he inquired evasively.

"Enough to know something isn't right," she replied, belatedly realizing that the string of words felt foreign to her for a moment. Andre studied her a moment.

"The tests were going well. Your subconscious seems to walk you through most things even if you don't know why you're doing them. I was observing until Beck stormed in. He's been against the tests for some time now and I guess he was going to personally put a stop to them, 'for the good of everyone'. You're to be contained in here until further notice," Andre shared.

"Contained?" Jade repeated, hating how it was applied. She wasn't an animal and told him so.

"You're right. You're something more," he responded, expression even. She only stared at him, waiting for some clarification. Instead, she got rambling.

"He thinks you're a danger to yourself and everyone else. You know, Tori wanted to see you but he told her she wasn't allowed. Technically she's my assistant and head of engineering so we should both have a say in what she can and can't do but I figured I should let him think he had authority so that he would back off," Andre spoke unnecessarily. Jade huffed out an impatient breath, halting him from continuing. He sighed heavily and rubbed at his face.

"Ok, look. I owe you a proper explanation," he relented.

"Go on," she pressed.

"Let me start at the beginning. I want you to know everything," he insisted. She wanted him to cut to the chase, but his grim expression fought back the urge so she settled in for the long haul of information she would be receiving.


This thing was pretty long. I feel like readers don't appreciate going through all that in one run so I cut it up into four parts.