A/N: Apologies to those I know have been waiting! Life has been super busy and I can only post this while on an actual computer and usually I only have my phone lately. So I made this one a bit longer than usual to make up for it. Hopefully another chapter will come soon, but until then, enjoy! Also, a brief warning, this one does have some slightly disturbing content briefly, beyond the usual fare for the game.

Beatrix woke up some time later facedown on the floor. As she slowly came to, she was able to briefly entertain the delusion that everything had been a dream. Phoebe was just in her quarters or on another mission. Everything was fine. She then noticed the hole in the wall that simultaneously popped her delusion like a balloon. She got up and made her way to the medical bay, where sure enough, Phoebe laid in the chamber. She approached it and ran her hand over the glass. It killed her seeing her behind the glass, but she knew it was best. It actually made her look like a different princess. It was as if she were Snow White, just waiting for true love's kiss to wake her up.

With that thought in mind, she leaned closer and pressed her lips to the glass, then smiled, her leg popping up with a giggle. How she wished she were kissing her actual lips, even if they were now cold. There may not be blood running through them, but they're still hers. She turned her back to the machine, a smile still on her face, and slid down until she was sitting on the ground, not wanting to leave her again.

She sat there for hours, eventually falling asleep again. This became routine over the next few days. She spent nearly all of her free time in there by the chamber, sometimes even striking up one way conversations with her. She couldn't even bring herself to sleep in her own bed.

While in there alone one day, she hugged the glass and ran her fingers along it. "My beautiful Snow White….if only I could kiss those beautiful lips, blue as they are, you'd wake up." She giggled. "No, that's silly." Just then, something clicked. A kiss was ridiculous, yes, but what if she could figure something else out? Surely there must be some way. Beatrix kissed the glass once more. "I'll be back later, my love. I must research. Perhaps I can find a way to bring you back!" With that, she skipped away, happily humming to herself.

For the next week, she did absolutely nothing else besides what was required and looking for answers. Eventually, she came to a possible conclusion, using a mixture of Eldrid mysticism and good old science, much like Phoebe's swords. She gathered what she would need, prepared what was necessary, then waited for a perfect time when she wouldn't be interrupted.

Soon, that perfect moment came. Beatrix sneaked into the medical bay with all of the necessary items in tow and opened the stasis chamber. She attached a few things to Phoebe's body, then made a few markings on her face. She stroked her cheek and leaned in to kiss those lips at last. "Soon, my love, we'll be together again. I promise." She unbuttoned the shirt to draw on more markings, then cut off the tights to draw some on her legs. After she finished with those, she tapped her fingers on the glass of her injector, which had been cleaned out and filled with a different elixir, specifically for this occasion. She thought for a moment, then injected a bit into her thigh and her stomach.

Once finished, she closed her eyes and mumbled some Eldrid chants as she flipped switches and pushed buttons. By the end, she kissed her again, hoping it would be returned, but much to her dismay, it was not. The corpse was just as limp and lifeless as it was before. "My love….maybe you are like Snow White. Maybe your body needs more….stimulation."

She cut off her underwear and slipped the needle of her injector between her legs and inside of her, then began consistently but gently injecting the elixir. She bit her lip as she did so, squeezing her breast as well and moving her hand all over. "Get it moving all over you….it's meant to induce bloodflow anyways." She leaned in and suckled her nipple, then moved up to kiss her neck as she removed the injector. "You'll be awake soon….I promise….then you can feel all of this again." She suckled between her legs, even pushing out her fangs to bite it for moment before managing to pull herself away. "No, Beatrix….focus."

She gave her one last kiss and caressed her cheek, then double checked the markings and repeated the whole thing one more time. This time, the markings began to glow a bright green as she spoke the chants, and the body twitched more and more until it looked as though she were having a seizure. Finally, her eyes popped open and she gasped for air, looking around in terrified confusion as Beatrix quickly turned off everything, leaving her lying still again, aside from her heaving chest.

"Phoebe!" Beatrix kissed her, but her action was not met by a kiss in return as she had hoped and expected, but rather by the woman beneath her beginning to breathe heavily and panic. She quickly pulled back. "What's wrong?"

"Wh-who are you?" She looked around frantically. Her entire body shook wildly as fearful tears fell from her eyes, her chest heaving quickly with hyperventilation. "Where am I?"

Beatrix placed a finger on her lips. "Sshh….calm down….relax." She gently stroked her hair. "You're alright now. You're safe."

Somehow, as terrifying as this strange woman appeared, her touch was somehow comforting, at least enough to calm the hyperventilation a bit. "Wh-what's going on? Who are you?"

Beatrix frowned as tears swelled in the corner of her eye. "Do you really not remember me?" When Phoebe shook her head in response, she closed her eye and pursed her lips tightly for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "Okay." She opened her eye again. "My name is Dr. Beatrix Lucavi. You've been….unconscious for quite some time and I just got you up and awake again." She didn't think the shock of saying she had been dead would be a great idea with her already this panicked and confused. "You are Phoebe Elizabeth Audelia Hemsworth IV, but for now, just worry about remembering Phoebe. Do you think you can get up?"

"I….I can try."

Beatrix forced a smile, though her lips were all that she could make change. "Alright. Try and sit up." She held her hand out. "If you need it."

Phoebe tried to sit up, but her muscles didn't want to listen to her at first, and seemed very weak. Reluctantly, she had to raise a trembling hand to take that of the strange woman beside her and try to pull on hers for assistance. It was cold, but strong, and felt somehow so familiar.

"That's it, Miss Hemsworth….good." She got her up and put her hand on her back to try and support her a bit. "Now, do you think you can button up your shirt?"

"Button….up…." She looked down and realized her shirt was fully undone, which she then continued to stare at. She touched a button with a trembling finger, then was puzzled when nothing happened and looked up at Beatrix, her lips pursed and eyes pleading for help.

Beatrix's heart sank as she realized she couldn't even do such a simple thing. She was back, but as an invalid. For the briefest of moments, a thought passed through her head that maybe it would be best to put her back out of her misery, but she quickly shot that down. No. She had to keep trying. She promised she would get her back and she would. One way or another, she

would reawaken whatever she needed to within that brain of hers to bring her fully back. This was her responsibility. She smiled and reached over to attempt to button one of them. "Sorry, this is a bit difficult with one arm, but you just put it through the hole here….like this."

"Oh." Phoebe pushed the sides of the shirt together and pushed one button through a hole in the other side. "Like this?"

"No….you've put it in the wrong hole. You need to match them or the shirt won't cover all of you."

"Oh." Phoebe pulled the button out and tried again. "Like this?"

Beatrix smiled and suddenly had to fight the urge to kiss her forehead. "Yes. Good job. Now try the rest." When she managed to get them and smiled, so proud of herself for such a small thing, everything thus far was already worth it. That one beautiful smile was all she needed to keep going. "Alright. Now, you're all covered up again. I think we can get around walking for now if we can just get you on your feet."

"What?"

Beatrix walked around to the other side and held her hand out. "Just try and get your legs over the edge. I have an idea to help after that."

"O-okay." Phoebe took her hand again and, with some effort, managed to pull her legs over. "There. Now what?"

"Hold onto that for balance if you need to, alright?" Beatrix bent down and looked at her boots, looking for the right spots to knock them together, if there were any. "Phoebe, dear, think about floating."

"What?"

"Think about floating, as if you were lighter than air. In your mind, tell your shoes make you float."

"Tell my….okay, I guess." Phoebe closed her eyes and tried to focus on doing as she said. Her focus was thrown off as Beatrix suddenly hit her feet together, but thankfully it was late enough that it worked. Her shoes now glowed blue with little rings of light emitting from the bottom. She stared with wide-eyed awe. "Wh-what is that?"

Beatrix stood up straight and held both her hand and the injector out. "Hold both, if you will, Miss Hemsworth. I promise the needle won't hurt you if you're just holding onto it."

Phoebe's hands trembled again, nervous to step onto her now glowing shoes. She reached out and took the other woman's hand, then held onto the needle of the injector. When Beatrix began to step backwards, she carefully and slowly slid off of the chamber, but instead of landing on her feet, never quite hit the ground. Her balance was almost nonexistent, so she was constantly tugging on Beatrix to stay upright, but she tried her best.

"Good….good, Miss Hemsworth. I'm taking you to your quarters. It was your personal living space here before….er, you went unconscious for so long."

"Oh….o-okay." Given that she couldn't remember a single thing about herself, she couldn't deny she was more than a little curious as to what it would be like. She saw someone run past down another hallway. "Who was that?"

"No one. Don't worry about the others for now." Beatrix wasn't about to introduce her to anyone else yet. "We're almost there. Focus on your balance. We don't want you falling."

"Right." Phoebe looked at her hands and feet almost exclusively as she tried to stay upright. Soon, they stopped and Beatrix let go of her with her hand to open a door before leading her through it. Inside, she unfortunately couldn't really identify much of anything to gather more information about herself, which made her suddenly sad. This was her room, with all of her things, and she couldn't remember a single one of them.

"Come on now. Sit down here on the bed." She guided her to it and helped her sit down, then took her shoes off, which instantly shut them off. She then got up to shut the door, hoping no one had seen. "Okay, Miss Hemsworth, do you recognize anything at all in this room?"

Phoebe's hands balled into fists in her lap as she shook her head. "No."

Beatrix sighed. "It's alright. I'm sure everything will come back with time." She sat in the armchair next to the bed. "In the meantime, I will be spending as much time as I can with you. Occasionally, I may have to leave for a while. When I do, I don't want you trying to do much, and I especially don't want you leaving this room. Alright?"

Phoebe looked down and away, feeling like a prisoner already, though she couldn't exactly argue. "Yes, Dr. Lucavi."

Beatrix had to close her eyes for a moment to regain her composure after she called her 'Dr. Lucavi'. She had longed to hear those words in her voice again, and now she had, yet it brought more pain than happiness; more misery than pleasure. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, looking at her patient. "Good. I just want you safe."

Even Phoebe, as blissfully ignorant of nearly everything as she was right now, couldn't miss the concern and pain lingering in the remaining eye of her doctor. It was clear there was a lot here that she was missing, or rather forgetting, and she felt terribly guilty for it, even though she knew she had no control over it. "Dr. Lucavi….what….what happened? What put me in this state?"

"That's….a bit of a long story since it seems you don't remember anything at all."

"Well, I certainly have time if you do." She chuckled nervously.

Beatrix smiled. "I do, as far as I'm aware." She adjusted her position a bit to get more comfortable and cleared her throat. "However, I'm not sure you should hear all of it quite yet, so I'll give you a shortened version. We are at war, currently, and you were helping us to wage it. You took a rather bad blow and that landed us here."

"War…." Phoebe scrunched her face slightly in thought, then it faded to sadness. "That's….a lot of….battle, death, fighting….right?" Beatrix nodded. "I was participating in that?"

"Indeed you were, Miss Hemsworth." She smiled, hoping to comfort her since the thought had clearly upset her. "You were protecting the whole universe and fighting to make sure everything else could continue living. Believe me, you were unquestionably on the right side of that war."

Phoebe went wide-eyed and blushed. "R-really?"

"Yes. You're such a brave and noble woman. When you got hit, you actually saved someone's life."

"I….I did?"

"Yes. You did."

"Beatrix Frankenstein is wanted in the principal's office. Cue children ooooooing." Nova's voice came over the speakers in the room.

Phoebe was startled by the sudden, unknown, and disembodied voice. "Wh-what? Where did that come from?" She began looking around for anyone else in the room.

Beatrix stood up, already having a feeling she knew what this was about, given what she had just called her. "Relax, Miss Hemsworth. It's Nova. She's the ship's AI. She's not a physical person and her voice came over a speaker. And Nova, does that mean Ghalt wants to see me?"

"Yes."

Beatrix's eyes narrowed. "Is it because of her?"

"Also yes, you psycho."

Beatrix growled, then turned to Phoebe. "Okay, I guess I have to go see the captain. You wait here and remember what I said, alright?"

Phoebe nodded, even more confused now.

"Good. I'll bring back some food and water for you when I return." She smiled, trying to stay cheerful and friendly, at least to her, then left the room and shut the door behind her. She hurried to the command room and forced a smile before entering. "Yes, Ghalt?"

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"

Beatrix smiled nervously. "Whatever are you-"

"Don't play dumb, you psychopath!" Kleese interrupted. "You know exactly what he's talking about!"

Beatrix sighed. "Okay okay, yes I know what you're talking about."

Ghalt was the next to respond again. "What in the world made you think that was okay, trying to reanimate the damn dead like that?! Do you realize how wrong that could have gone?!"

"Captain, Kleese, please calm yourselves." Deande spoke up. Truth be told, she wasn't as surprised as she probably should have been by the fact she tried. For someone who had known Beatrix as long as she had, it wasn't a huge shock that she would try something as extreme as that. The part that surprised her was that she had succeeded.

"I will not calm myself, Deande!" Kleese barked. "We have a damned zombie on the ship now!"

"Don't you DARE call her that!" Beatrix shouted, her fangs protruding a bit instinctually from anger. "Her memories are gone and her physical state obviously needs some recovery and work because her muscles and nervous system are clearly weakened, but she's NOT a brainless oaf and don't you DARE compare her to one!"

Ghalt took a deep breath. "Kleese, she's right, we need to calm down about this. It's already done. We need to figure out what we're going to do about it from here on out."

"You better not be planning on making me reverse this. I swear to god, if you-"

"Relax, Beatrix." Deande reassured her, before she could get too worked up again. "That's the last thing we want to do if you truly succeeded."

"I did. She's in her quarters now, alone I might add and she couldn't even button up her shirt, so we may want to hurry."

Ghalt was the next to continue. "Deande, will you go keep an eye on her? I need to talk to Beatrix for a bit longer."

"Let me come with her first and I'll come back. I don't know how she'll react to someone completely new by herself." Ghalt agreed and Beatrix walked with Deande back to the waiting woman. Once she opened the door, she saw her, still sitting on the bed, kicking her feet up and down.

Phoebe looked up at them. "Oh….who are you?"

Beatrix smiled and closed the door behind them again, still wanting to decrease the risk of anyone else seeing. "This is Deande. It seems I'm going to be a while talking to Captain Ghalt, so she's going to stay in here with you for a little while."

"Deande?"

Deande got a friendly smile and sat down in the chair across from her. "Yes. I'm not a doctor like Beatrix, but I can at least give you some company."

Phoebe smiled, glad to at least not be alone now. "Good."

"I'll be back soon. Don't let her do anything too dangerous, and remember she hasn't even walked yet. I helped her float here." Beatrix cast one last worried glance at Phoebe, then left to return to Ghalt.