Chapter XIX
The next sound I heard was the sound of a steady beeping. A beeping that was parallel to my own heart rate. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in our Medical Unit. My head was killing me and I was really dizzy.
The vision and the drugs. I concluded. I started to asses my surroundings, a habit. Suddenly a doctor walked in. He was dressed in the usual doctor gear, blue scrubs covered by a white lab coat. He had salt and pepper brown hair and a well-trimmed beard. He kind of reminded my of John. His nametag gleamed, begging me to read it.
Dr. Strange. That name did not comfort me in the least.
"Good morning Jaylynn." He said without looking up.
Psychic. I concluded. He just smiled without looking up from his clip board that no doubt held my medical chart.
"It seems that more of us psychics survived than not." He said. I raised an eyebrow and it sent pain shooting through my head. I cried out.
"The vision you had cause a minor Cerebral Seizure. You will be out of commission for a week, maximum." He said.
He must know about my…
"You're advanced, accelerate tissue regeneration. Yes, I know."
Okay so Dean was right, having someone read your thoughts is just weird. I concluded. The doctor let out a deep laugh.
"Sam! Dean! You can come in now." The doctor called while still scribbling notes in my file. Sam came in with a bouquet of Sterling Roses. I smiled, causing more pain. Sam put the roses in a vase beside my bed. The smell of roses was my favorite and the roses themselves where my favorite. I wondered where he had been able to find them.
"Hey kiddo." John's words jumped right out of Dean's mouth, causing my heart to skip a beat.
"How ya doin'?" His worry was genuine.
"I am okay." I said. "Did you get the guy?" I asked them. Sam looked back at Dean and then back at me.
"He ran. He left everything he had and what he had been working on behind. We have a recovery team out searching for him right now. We don't think he got the new virus out, but he got away." I nodded.
"At least he didn't blow up the compound." I said. Dean's eyes went wide.
"Yes Dean, he had planned to load the fuel tanks with this virus and blow up the compound." Dean just shook his head.
"The explosion would have made the virus into an airborne pathogen, no one would have been able to escape it." Except us. I thought, remembering myself and Sam with our scars. The scars had been both physical and psychological.
"Doc says that you should stay here for week." Sam said. I shook my head.
"I want to sleep in our bed. I have been sleeping on the shoe for two months. I want to sleep in a bed where I know I belong." Sam nodded. He didn't want me staying in the Medical Unit either. He missed me.
"I will talk with the doctor. I am sure he will let me take you home." I smiled as Sam walked out of the room in search for Dr. Strange. Dean looked at me, there was something different about him. There was a glimmer in his eyes. I smiled.
"What's her name?" I asked. Dean's eye went wide.
"No I am not reading you thoughts. I am reading your eyes." Dean blushed.
"Charlie." Was all he said. I nodded to the best of my ability. Sam re-entered the room with a wheel chair. I nearly jumped out of the bed myself.
"Doc says that he will come by twice a day to change out your IV bags and to check on you. He says that he understands that you hate hospitals and Medical Wings. As long as there is no …. strenuous activities, you should be good as new in a week." I felt my cheeks colour at the thought of the good doctor reading Sam's thoughts. We had not made love in three months and I was starting to get the itch. But I figured that the doc knew best.
Sam and Dean helped me into the wheel chair. Sam pushed it as I held on to the rolling IV stand. When we got to the room, Sam wheeled me right next to the bed, Dean pulled back the covers and Sam laid me down. Dean winked at both of us, which said to me 'I am going to go see my girl,' and left the room. I just smiled, again to the best of my ability. Sam kissed me on the forehead and covered me up.
Now I am not on to be babied but having Sam take care of me was something else. And sure enough, no strenuous activities and I was good as new in a week. I was back to the military schedule, which had changed, up a 0430, two hours of PT, breakfast, and shift one starting at 0700 hrs ending at 1900 hrs. The general had divided the Force into two groups. Shift one, 1900hrs to 0400 hrs, mine and Sam's shift, and Shift two, 0700hrs to 1900hrs, Dean and his new girl Charlie. Who I still had not met.
It was first night back on shift and I could feel it was going to be a hell of a night. They were bringing South back in. They had found him, curled up under a large rock .He was under 24 hour watch and in a shoe cell. The general wanted me to question him. Why? I am sure you are wondering. Because the general had recently become aware of a talent I had. I can hear the truth, even when someone is spouting lies. I would hear it or see it. It was a blessing and a curse. It had destroyed many friendships and relationships, but I had saved hundreds of lives before when I worked for the FBI as Jaylin McDermount.
I waited out side the interrogation room. South was sitting in there sweating like a pig that knows it is going to be feed to a panther. I was in a pair of black BDU's that had been bloused, exposing part of my shin high combat boots. I was in a black, skin tight long sleeve shirt, my Desert Eagles in the shoulder holsters and an 18-inch machete with a hand guard strapped to my left thigh at a slight angle, making it easier to draw.
I had an odd feeling that South had injected himself with the virus. I warned the general and his only reply was 'Guess we better hurry if we want information.' I just shook my head. I finally got the go ahead from the general and went into the room. When South saw me walk into the room, he cried out. I smirked, slapping the file down on the table. I spun the chair around and straddled it.
Oh God! Oh God! He thought. I watched as South put his hands in the prayer position.
"What are you praying for, South? I am pretty sure the Big Man does not like people who try to kill his works of art." I said, South just kept looking down. I tilted my head a little bit.
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna kill you." I said, he relaxed a little bit. I reached out with lighting speed and grabbed on of his hands and brought it toward me, so that his arm was out stretched across the table.
"I am going to torture you until you give me the information I want." I said, squeezing his wrist.
"You can't touch me, what if I am infected?" he asked, shaking. I made a tsking sound at him.
"Oh, you mean with that nifty new virus of yours?" I asked, I stood up and slammed my fist down right next to his arm. He screamed. I have good aim, my knuckle barely grazed the side of his arm.
"You messed up on that one, sugar. You left a perfect strand of the viral DNA in you lab when you ran. So the other scientists worked up a cure for it real quick. The whole compound has been given the shot. And it had been sent to the other compounds, as well as Head Quarters. Your virus can do shit to me." I said getting right in his face.
"Now." I let his wrist go. "I don't take pleasure in what I do, but I do take pride in it." I said standing by the window, praying that Sam was not watching. If this guy refused my offer, things were going to get messy.
"You have two options. Option A – you give me what I need to know and I wouldn't harm you." I paused for the dramatic effect. "Or Option B – I make you tell me what I need to know." I turned to him with yellow eyes and a feral grin.
"I would suggest that you take Option A." He was shaking real bad now. I think he even pissed himself, but he refused to answer me. I took out my restraints and zip-tied him to the seat he was in. I made sure to use three restraint, thick ones, just in case.
"One last chance Doctor. Who are you working for?" I wrapped my hand around one of his fingers. He started whimpering.
"I will give you to the count of five…..four….three…..two…..one." I pulled back on his finger, feeling it break. He cried out in pain and his eyes started watering.
"I can do this with all of your remaining digits before I move on the more painful things, Doctor. You have 206 bones that I can destroy one by one. If that doesn't work, well, then I will start removing certain parts of your anatomy. Just make it end," I broke another one of his fingers.
"Tell me what I need to know." He just kept shaking his head.
"Wrong Answer," I growled. I was slightly impressed with the little guy, I was all the way threw breaking his fingers and moving on to the other foot to break the last set of toes before he confessed. He spilled everything.
He didn't know the guy's name, but he did know that he was one of the original Scientists that had been working on Project XY. The release of the virus had not been a mistake. That little bit of information shocked me; I had suspected it but… South told me that this Scientist had put something in the viral DNA that would make the Zombies obedient to him, how I am not sure. But the Virus was mutating unexpectedly so the new generations of Zombies were not obeying the orders. This Scientist had created an anti-virus for himself so that he would not have been infected when he released the original virus. According to South, it had some unforeseen side effects. South said that every time he meets with the Scientist, he was fully clothed and wearing sunglasses. Not an inch of his skin was showing, he even wore gloves. South was unclear about how the Scientist had recruited him, but those were details that I didn't care for. South told me that the Scientist was never in the same place for long, he had half of the Points Zero's guarding him at any giving point. With over half the continental US at his disposal it was going to be hard to lock down a location on him. He gave me the last location where he was suppose to meet the Scientist with the new virus. But my vision had accelerated his plans and he had indeed injected himself with the virus.
He said that according to his theories, the virus would take weeks, if not months to mutate his genes and basic DNA strands to the point of becoming one of the Zombies. I nodded, turning around to leave the room.
"I will send the doctors in to fix you up." I said before closing the door. I was wiping my hands off with a cleansing cloth when I came face to face with Dean, who had been watching. His arms were crossed and he had this look on his face, as if he had seen a side of me that he never knew existed. Which if he had been watching, he had.
"Jay …" Dean started I held up my hand.
"I kept this side of my nature hidden from the two of you." I stated, headed up to get the doctors and to give the recording to the general.
"For a reason, Dean." He walked beside me in his urban camouflage bloused pants and his black skintight tee shirt, hands behind his back.
"One question?" He asked, I nodded.
"Where did you learn?" he asked. I sighed.
"It was part of my training with the Federal Government. We where trained in all of the …. less than legal interrogation tactics." I stated.
"Does Sam know?" He asked. I stopped and turned to him.
"I granted you one question, Dean." Dean looked at me.
"I never told Sam. I didn't want him to know about the ….. darker side." Dean nodded.
"I'll tell Sam." I said, Dean gave me his famous 'Really?' look.
"Eventually." I stated, unsure if I really would. Dean nodded and we headed to the general's office.