Jackson lost track of time. How long has he been in here? When was the last time he slept? Does he even sleep? Sweating, head hurting like a hell and shaking he just laid there on the little Bed bench. He gave up yelling at his Daughter.

He started to see her in the corner, pointing and laughing at him. What the fuck are you laughing at? You little bitch, you did this to me. It's all your fault. I'll kill you. " Launching at her with his hands out to choke her he just met with the wall. Looking around she stood now in the opposite corner, taunting him, laughing, singing about how she is going to crush him. "Who is going to believe you Daddy? I'm just a little, innocent Girl who will pull their heads around her little finger. You're gonna rot in here." Starting to skip around him, Jackson yelled her to stop and he kept swinging into the Air. He was shouting for hours until he couldn't take it anymore. Cowering in the corner with his hands over his ears just begging for it to stop.

At one point he was yelling into the camera. "What the fuck are you doing here. Stop that nonsense, I won't take it anymore." 3 times a day some soldier showed up to bring him some food and water. " Let me out of here right now. I Demand to see Commander Taylor. I want to see him right now. " Banging on the doors, trying to get attention.

Then Finally one day Commander Taylor showed up. Jackson got up quickly . "About damn time you show up here. I demand to know what's going on here and why you are playing fucking games with me." Entering the Cell with 2 armed soldiers Taylor stood eye to eye with Jackson.

" Subject you cannot demand a damn thing here. I saw you yelling and screaming like a little vermin. And you better stop now and listen up. I just had an interesting Conversation with your Daughter."

Ready to just push Taylor out of his way Jackson heard weapons charging up. Grinding his teeth looking with slit eyes at Taylor. " I don't know what that little slut told you , but all she does is lie. Just like her Moth..."

Stopping Jackson by grabbing him by the throat to continue on Taylor pushed him against the wall.

"Subject, not another word out of your mouth. Understood."

Not able to breathe Jackson nodded quickly coughing and inhaling deeply when Taylor let him go.

"The evidence speaks loud and clear against you. Terra Nova can be heaven or hell. You have chosen hell and I WILL make it a living hell for you."

WIth that Taylor turned around and left the cell.

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Later the same day Commander Taylor had set up a meeting which included Sheriff Shannon and his wife Dr. Shannon. Sitting around Taylor's Table he started the Meeting. " Thank you for taking the time to meet. First off, how is Miss Bell doing now? "

" Opening up took a great toll on her, her emotions were all over the place turning into a full-blown panic you already know,I had to give her a sedative to get well needed rest. Spc. Gorman was by her side the whole time and still refuses to leave her. Which in my opinion is helping Jasmine more than we know. She was drowning and he is the anker she desperately need right now to survive. "

Taylor nodded, seeing first hand how she completely broke down after telling her horrendous ordeal. Branded in his mind Jasmine was in a place of plain survival , Crying, screaming, letting no one near her, fighting off attempts to calm until Spc. Gorman embraced her into a hug, not letting her go no matter how much she fought. With his help Dr. Shannon was finally able to inject Jasmine with the sedative. Within minutes Jasmine calmed down and slowly collapsed on the ground with Dirk holding her tightly. Trying to get her comfortable in his arms her head landed softly on his shoulder, shaking every so often when her breath skipped. Gently he slipped his hands under her legs getting up slowly and carrying her to the bio bed.

Blinking away the memory he refocused on the meeting. "Yes, I know." Clearing his throat he continued. "With Miss Bell ... Father, I hate to use this word but that's what he is, our main focus in this lies solely on the future for Miss Bell. Her Overall Well - being does not call for her to be living alone rooming with other kids her age, which we have a few, Considering her Age. Under the Circumstances I find myself in the position to Find her a temporary Family to help her grow as well as heal. "

" I agree" Dr. Shannon added " Jasmine is too unstable to live on her own yet. She'll need a lot of support, love and understanding overcoming her earlier life style. "

" Do you have someone in mind?" Jim asked .

Taylor nodded, but directed the question back to Elizabeth. "Dr. Shannon, would you like to answer?

"Yes of course. Nurse Susan, if Jasmine is alright with this of course, and her husband Jared offered to take her in. Their Daughter Rebecca is 16 and I think Jasmine would fit in perfectly. And I'm sure Spc. Gorman is more than willing to help as well with Jasmine's recovery. "

" Is everyone in agreement?" Everyone agreed in nodding.

" Than it's settled. Dr. Shannon? Could you excuse us for now, I would like to have some word with your Husband. "

" Of course Commander Taylor. I have to go back to the infirmary anyway. " Elizabeth got up smiling at both men pleased with the outcome so far.

Commander Taylor waited until Dr. Shannon left, than came straight to the point.

" Jackson Bell." He paused for a moment as if he was trying to find the right words. " The course of action for him. His actions speak clearly against him and I should throw him OTG. But ..." shaking his head . "I'm not in a Merciful mood when it comes to abuse in any form and I'd rather make his life a living hell from this point forward. "

"My thoughts exactly" Jim said.

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A/N: I can't believe I have over 1,000 Viewers. That is so amazing, Thank you all soooo much. I decided to end the story, but it is far from over. I will soon post part 2, ideas already spinning in my head. If you have Ideas on how the story should/could evolve please feel free to PM me or simply Comment. Again Thank you for taking time to read my Story. See you soon.