17 years old - 3.5 months later

"Finally!" Novak exclaims, as he rapidly clicks at his key board. "This is what was missing." He mutters nonsense under his breath, excited over something. Garnet couldn't find the energy to give a crap about what whatever he was so damn excited about.

It was kind of ironic, though. Since she just had a little under 500,000 volts of electricity run through her body for the past 2, almost 3 hours. If the clock is right.

Garnet rolled her eyes and pulled at the restraints half-assed. A little bit of blood dribbles down from her wrist and forearm - since they added another restraint to each limb and around her waist. It was highly uncomfortable. And made garnet think that Novak had some kind of bondage kink.

Novak stood up, suddenly and stalked over to his table of goodies, Ashen standing off to the side, and Garnet stares, dead eyed, at him. It makes him uncomfortable, and amuses Garnet. It was her only source nowadays.

Novak mutters more nonsense to himself and rushes over to a cabinet somewhere out of Garnet's eye sight, and returns quickly, hunched over the table. There was the sound of a liquid falling into another liquid and there was stream hissing. Novak laughing as he puts the liquid into large needle.

He finally turns to Garnet, her amber eyes watching his movements closely. A wicked and slightly mad smile spreads across his face. Garnet felt her stomach tighten, her heart beat speeding up. But she kept her breathing even and face skillfully blank, jaw and hands clenched.

"Well, Miss Hagen, if this goes correctly, then this will be one of the last times we see each other." Novak stated, and before Garnet could even think, the needle was being pushed into her neck and the metallic being injected right into her bloodstream.

Nothing happened at first, but then pain flared up through her entire body so quickly that it ripped a scream from Garnet's already raw throat. It felt like every nerve was being directly hit with lightning.

With her eyes so tightly closed, Garnet couldn't see the electricity that began to move from the machine into her. Novak having to be dragged away from his 'masterpiece' by Ashen.

Flashes of electricity hitting random points, exploding metal shelves, destroying cabinets and computers. Damaging the walls and floors and ceiling. Scorching the metal and breaking through her bonds as her body seizes, taking in the electricity. All of it. Even as it spirals out of control.

Garnet's eyes jerk open and lightning rains down from the sky and strikes the Earth. Over and over until it reaches Garnet, blasting her.

But this time, it doesn't hurt.

It actually feels good, filling her to the brim with energy. With life.

Garnet rises from the table, her clothes dust, but she didn't care. She looked around, feeling the pulse of electricity all around her. But there was this different kind, more erratic... organic.

Human.

Her feet barely touch the ground, before she's sprinting towards them, letting the sound of their electrical pulse be her guide.

Garnet caught up to her captors, easily, cutting off their escape, by welding the doors closed, and smiled at them as they turned to her.

"It's my turn."

2.5 months later

Garnet stumbled into streets of a small middle east town. From what she gathers, Garnet believes she's in Turkey. She's a little rusty with country flags. Once she gets back to Gotham, she'll study more world and country facts.

She was in some crappy clothing she managed to find, that fit her somewhat and was getting a lot of sideways looks. garnet would look at herself sideways to.

Fiery hair cut down to the scalp, skin too pale, body too thin. Dark circles under her probably dead looking amber eyes, electrical scars littering her bare skin, lack of shoes on her feet, nails bitten down the nub. Thick, pale pink scars around her wrists and ankles.

Garnet probably looked like some kind of ghost.

She kind of felt like it.

But the pounding in her head, from the electricity pulsing around her, was a reminder that she wasn't actually dead. She kind of wishes she was though.

Garnet bit down on her lip, and forged ahead, going into the first store, she spotted. Garnet barely made it to the grimy glass counter, before her knees gave out.

"Phone." She rasped and the man looked confused, worried and slightly scared. "Phone." She repeated, pointing to the the phone on the back counter. The man looked towards it and grabbed it, putting it in her hand. Watching her as she typed in Jason's number.

Or at least, she was sure it was his.

Now that she sees the date, it's been about a year and a half since she was taken.

It rings a few times, before someone picks up. And Garnet nearly starts to cry at his voice.

"How do have this number?" Jason's gruff, deeper, voice answers.

"Jason." Garnet manages to get pass the lump of emotion in her throat. There was silence on the other side, for a very long time. So long, Garnet was afraid that he hung up on her.

"...Garnet...?" Finally came the tentative response, his voice tight, and breathless. And Garnet actually did start to cry.

"Jason, Jason, Jason..." She was only able to mumble out his name as she cried, sliding down the side of the counter, the cashier beginning to freak out.

"Oh, God, Garnet. Where are you. We're coming to get you now. Talk to me, please." Jason felt the air rush out of him as he listens to Garnet crying on the other side of the line, also feeling like crying as he rushed over to the replacement. Writing down the number and telling to find where it comes from.

Tim doesn't question him and does as asked as Jason talks Garnet through her mental breakdown. The only word managing to get pass her lips is his name.

After a couple minutes, Tim tells him that number comes from a small town a couple miles north of Izmir, Turkey. Jason nods and quickly tells him to get ready and get Dick and Dad. Again Tim doesn't question him. The 14 year old did as told and left Jason alone in the Bat Cave with Garnet on the phone.

Jason clenched his hand tightly. "Garnet, baby, we're going to be there soon, please, stay on the phone till then. Can you do that?" He plead. He needed to know.

"Yes." Garnet managed to gasp out, barely, through the choking tears, "Jason, don't leave."

"Never."