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Breathe.

The Vians took him away. He has tried every avenue to find Jim but the technology defeats him. He pushes down his fear, if Jim returns, no, when he returns, he will need him.

Breathe.

Jim lies broken on the bed. Each breath is agony. He is beyond speech. The doctor can do little. The Vians want to test his limits. Gem reveals what must not be revealed when she touches his shoulder.

Breathe.

They bicker, argue to forget their fear that Jim will either succumb to his injuries or be taken again and damaged beyond what the doctor can repair.

Treachery. He slides into unconsciousness with the hiss of the hypo spray.

Breathe.

They are uncomfortable with each other. All three have revealed too much. He is shamed. He feels so much; anger, regret, fear, hatred . . . love. His controls are shattering as he watches Jim push his chess piece into a trap. He can't. He can't hurt him, even if he knows Jim enjoys the surprise of losing.

Breathe.

I want him. I want to sink into his mind, to be one with him. I cannot allow emotions to overcome me. He is not for me. I am not for him.