Hey there. So this definitely isn't my finest work, but it was a really difficult scene to write. Apologies for the profanity, but it really couldn't be written without it. Also, TRIGGER WARNING for abuse. Don't read if you will be triggered!

By the way, I don't own any of Warehouse 13, none. Just this story.

Claudia awoke with a pounding headache. She moaned and opened her eyes only to quickly sit up, realizing where she was. He had taken her back here. She was in the home where she had spent eight months of misery before finally running away. This was the dimly lit, smelly basement where she had spent so many nights being hurt. She couldn't get out of here by herself, she knew that much immediately. The door had a deadbolt. She began to shake. Flashbacks started to seep into the edges of her mind, and she desperately pushed them back. Checking her pockets, she realized Mr. Peterson had taken her phone and Farnsworth.

"Crap." she whispered, shuddering. The redhead put her hand to her throbbing head and found the side had begun to swell. "Crap crap crap." She didn't have any technology, or even her tesla. She was just as ill-equipped to defend herself against her foster dad as she had been years ago. Suddenly she remembered the self-defense training Pete and Myka had drilled into her during slow days at the Warehouse.

It might just work.

She didn't know when he would come back, or what he was planning, but she knew she had to prepare herself. Standing up from the dingy carpet, she began to practice the moves that might just save her.

Artie typed frantically on the computer. "Looks like her last foster parents were the Petersons in Altoona, Wisconsin. It's about an hour from where you are.

"What's the address?"

"Wait, Steve you need back up. Bring the police with you."

"Fine, okay. Just tell me the address!"

Artie rattled it off, and Steve hung up.

Claudia was practicing her drop-kick when she heard the lock rattling at the top of the stairs. Quickly, she layed down on the ground, where she had woken up, and pretended to be asleep. It would be better if he wasn't expecting a fight. She heard the door open, then shut and lock. The heavy, slow footsteps echoed down the stairs and Claudia's heart beat faster and faster. She felt his hand rest on her jeans-covered thigh, and she acted. Quickly, she sat up and jammed her hand into his neck with force. He staggered backward and she got up, but he grabbed her waist and pushed her to the floor on her stomach. She kicked at his legs, but he moved to clutch her by the arms in a way she couldn't wrench out of. The man pulled her up by her arms and pushed her to sit on a table.

"What are you thinking, you little idiot?" he yelled. "Did you really think you could fight me off?" She kicked him hard in the groin and pushed her knee into his stomach, getting up again and starting for the stairs, but he grabbed her arm and swung her around, his fist making contact with her stomach. She sank into the punch, groaning, then wrenched her wrist out of his grasp, but he countered by ramming his fist into the small of her back and she sank to the ground in pain. He kicked her a few times in the stomach.

"You're going to pay for what you did." he said, chuckling maniacally. His boot hit her face and Claudia saw stars. Things came back into focus and the man pulled Claudia to her feet. She swayed, and things got blurry again. Her nose was bleeding.

"Just let me go." she mumbled through the pain. He hit her in the stomach again and she groaned and staggered back. "You know kidnapping's a crime right? As soon as I get out of here you'll be going to jail. Might as well leave it there, not add anything to the list." The words came out before she realized what she was saying, and she closed her eyes, cursing inwardly.

"Oh, you really shouldn't have said that." He said, a terrifying sparkle in his eye.

"And why's that?" she asked, feigning courage.

"Cause now I'm going to have to kill you." he stepped toward her.

"There'll be evidence. There always is." she said quickly, voice raised.

"Not if I burn your body. And you'll be a hell of a lot less trouble to me dead than alive."

A terrifying coldness gripped Claudia. "You don't want to do this, Mr. Peterson."

"Oh, I really do. I've been wanting to do this since the moment your pathetic existence made its way into my life."

"I don't really get why you've always hated me so much. Or why you even took me in the first place." She wanted to keep him talking, but felt like she was going to pass out from the amount of pain she was experiencing.

"You know why I hate you so much?" He asked, leering. "Because you're a no good, crazy bitch who leeches on people's lives. You are a burden to everyone you know. The only reason I took you in the first place was because my wife wouldn't stop whining about wanting a daughter. No one really wants you, Claudia. No one could ever love you. I bet you don't have anyone who cares about you, do you?" His cold dark eyes peered at her, daring her to answer.

"As a matter of fact, I do." She said, chin up.

"Oh really?"

"Yep. My brother and my friends care about me a lot."

"Your brother?" he laughed unpleasantly. "You really are crazy." He slapped her in the face.

"I'm not crazy." She said defiantly.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her to the floor again, kicking her leg. She let out a cry of pain. "Now tell me your brother is dead."

"He's not dead." She said through gritted teeth.

"Yes he is, you little bitch. When will you learn to respect your elders?"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Mr. Peterson. This is a crime. It was back then, and it is now." He kicked her again in the ribs and she let out a dull moan.

"Shut up!" he yelled. Her eyes were closed and she was bracing herself for another kick when she heard his footsteps going up the stairs. She hoped he was going to leave her alone, but knew better. Curling up in a ball, she put her hands over her throbbing head and let out a few of the tears she had been fiercely holding in. It hurt to breathe, which made her cry harder and breathe faster, which made it hurt more. She began hyperventilating, little sobs going out with each breath. Hearing the door rattling, she became panicky. After a moment, she opened one eye to see Mr. Peterson coming at her with knife and started screaming. He lunged toward her and held the knife to her neck. She was spewing out incoherent babble in screams when she heard a voice yell, "Hank Peterson, drop your weapon NOW!" Several voices echoed the first, and there were footsteps and yelling, but Claudia wasn't paying attention anymore. She was crying hysterically, curled up in the fetal position and shaking, hands crossed defensively over her face and neck. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she screamed and pulled away.

"Claude?" Jinksy's voice sounded scared. "Claude, it's me. It's okay. It's all over. It's okay. It's okay."

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