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Biobomb woke up in agony. What had happened? Oh yeah, she and Dad had been attacked. But where was Dad? She pealed her eyes open, and looked around. She was in a large, white room, and there were forms bent over her.

"Dad?" she croaked out. One of the people looked up, revealing ancient eyes.

"Hush," he said. "Quiet child; I am Avus Tempus, or Grandfather Time, if you speak Latin. Do not bother us right now; we are studying your body and might just accidentally hurt you."

Bio quieted down. What did they want with her? What were they planning to do? Fifteen minutes later, one of the fairies gave a cry of alarm, and began speaking quickly to the others in Sciencebabble. It was as confusing as Technobabble, just used by Scientists, not Techies.

"What," she choked out. "What's going on? Grandfather Time, what's happening?"

Grandfather Time turned to her with an awed smile on his face. "My dear, you are a truly fascinating creature. For some amazing reason, your body, it-it has stopped, well, we believe that it has stopped ageing. We need more study, but it shows that you have not aged at all in the two years. It seems that you were not named the 'Ultimate Child' for nothing. Apparently your body is going to keep you in the form of a child for the rest of your amazingly incredible life."

Excited, he turned back to her body.

"I've stopped ageing," she whimpered. "Oh, no!"

She wouldn't grow older; ever? She wasn't sure if this was good or bad, but she would have preferred to find out when she was not strapped to a table, and scientists were giggling excitedly over her. What if they killed her? What if the didn't? Oh, she hoped that her father was alright.

She wiggled her toes. The tracker was gone. The wonderful tracker that had been painful, but had been her sense of security that she would never be lost in any way, was gone. How was her family going to find her now? Well, she couldn't just give up hope, they did have a lot of very powerful people helping them; she knew that they'd find a way to get her out of here.

She lay there for hours. At one point in time, she was given food. Finally, they left. Exhausted, she fell asleep. According to the wall clock, it was exactly eight hours later that the Scientist reentered the room.

"Rise and shine," cried Grandfather Time. "We have a big day of experiments before us, so let's get busy."

They fed her, gave her an anesthetic, and continued working on her. She found that there was nothing more tiring than lying on a table, feeling completely useless, as a group of crazy scientists cut her open. She wanted Disasteress, or her dad, or Artemis, or Butler; someone who could help. They would have done something by now, but she, Bio, was completely helpless. She couldn't do anything, so she just lay there, terrified, cold, and miserable. Occasionally, she gave a whimper as a stab of a pain made its way through the anesthetic; she wondered why.

This happened for two days. Continuous getting up at seven o'clock in the morning, having breakfast, experiments, lunch, experiments, pain, pain, pain till six thirty, dinner, and then the Scientists leaving her at seven o'clock. Then, on the third day, in the middle of an experiment, she felt a lot of pain, and then a huge burst of magic. More magic than she could ever have imagined exploded inside her. She cried out, as did the Scientists. The places where they had cut her open instantly healed themselves, blue sparks pouring over her. Still, her body hurt. One certain place hurt, actually. Gasping, she looked down at herself. Her body had been healed, but her stomach ached.

The Scientists shakily stood up. "My scalpel," one of them wailed. He glared at her, and exclaimed angrily. "You have my favorite scalpel in your stomach, and I want it back."

She panted in pain. "Get it out. Please, get it out."

They descended on her, cutting into her stomach. She screamed in pain. The anesthetic had been burned off by the magic, and if she healed herself now, more objects could be left in her body.

It was half an hour later when a Scientist gave a triumphant, "Got it."

He pulled out the Scalpel, and began wiping it off. She waited for them to remove their hands, and then she allowed the healing magic to course through the gash in her stomach. She gasped and panted, slowly calming down. The Scientists were looking at her strangely. They hurried out the room; leaving her panting, lying there.

She was hungry, thirsty, naked, and tired, but she was too excited to sleep, and had no food or water. She felt raw power inside her. There was magic; magic, and a bit of something else. They had said something along the lines of her no longer ageing. But that couldn't be true, could it. She felt a great amount of strength in her body that was in a way connected to the mind.

If it wasn't magic, and it wasn't the not ageing thingy, then what the heck was it? Still, that wasn't her problem; she could worry about strange levels of energy later, right now she had to focus on getting food, water, and on finding a way out of this hellhole. She twisted her hands, determining how tight her cuffs were. It was no use; they were tight, almost too tight, for comfort's sake at least. She looked around, trying to see if there was anything there that could help her.

There, on the hook next to the door, she saw a card. It seemed to look to serve her purpose of opening the cuffs that held her down. It was as if that card was taunting, hanging tantalizingly close to her, a mere six and a half feet away. She glared at her, willing it to come to her, when, to Bio's shock, the card moved!

Yay, possibly my first cliffie. Please review and thank you all for favoriting and following my story.

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