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I'm not sure where I was when the bag came off my head. It was an extremely dark room with a light blinding me.

I squinted as I looked around the room for any signs of life or danger. For some reason, I kept expecting to see Tom, the old man, to pop up and tell me that I was in danger...it would have been late, but at least it would continue our traditions.

Panchet's voice echoed in the dark room, "I hope this room is adequate enough for your comfort."

"Why are you suddenly concerned about my comfort? And on a side note, why are you suddenly becoming a facetious jerk?" I asked sarcastically. Hey, two can play this game...three if Guilly the Creep was still listening.

Panchet laughed and he said, "I see that your sense of humor is still as great as ever!"

"Why are you hiding in the dark? Afraid of my seeing you for what you really are?" I asked. Why was I suddenly becoming an irritating person? Was I trying to get myself killed?

I heard footsteps approaching from within the dark. "Is this better for you?" he asked as he emerged from the darkness.

I didn't bother answering him. Instead, I was already praying to Sheppard to come and rescue me...I wanted to say that he needed to bring Ronon with him, so that he could kill these guys.

"Let me say that it is an absolute privilege to get to examine you," Panchet started to explain.

I couldn't help myself and asked, "What do you mean? You don't normally know your test subjects personally?"

He laughed. "Of course not. You are the first we've been able to actually meet in person before kidnapping them."

"How many have you studied?" I couldn't help but ask.

Panchet walked around me as he explained, "Studied is such a loose description of what we really do."

I swallowed and realized that I was tied to the chair that they had placed me in. I hadn't noticed the binds before now. I asked, "So, do you mind explaining to me what it is that you really do?"

"There are some tests that we perform but it's really more of a dissection," he admitted.

I clenched my fingers on the arms of the chair. "What kind of dissection are you referring?"

Suddenly, Guilly was standing next to me holding a syringe. Panchet continued, "For example, we're going to take your eyes out and ingest them." Gross.

"You do realize that by eating my eyes, doesn't mean that you're going to get the ability to see the future. I should point out to you that even if you did get the ability to see the future, it would suck!" I stated.

Guilly laughed as he said, "It's not really about that..."

"Then what is it?" I questioned.

Panchet lowered himself to look deep into my eyes as he stated, "There's really no explaining it to you, but since you've been so determined to know, I'll tell you this..."

As he spoke, Guilly began to inject the solution in the syringe into my neck. My neck of all places! Do you realize how much that hurts?!

Panchet continued, "The solution that Guilly just injected into you will allow us to use your organs that we're going to harvest, to be able to recreate your gifts."

I felt sick to my stomach. I didn't realize that it was even possible for someone to harvest my insides and use them against me...well, to use the gifts the way they were talking about.

Panchet continued, "You are the first Gifted that we've run across that has no idea what they truly are. We've had so many problems with the ones in the past. We haven't been able to continue our research on them before they've disappeared or killed themselves. This is a rare treat for us that you haven't figured things out until now."

I suddenly realized that he was calling me stupid. I was furious. Now, I really wanted the gang to come in, guns blazing and kill these guys...however, I realized that I was still praying for them, and yet no one was coming. Where were they? Playing cards!?

Panchet chuckled as he added, "Oh, and if I were you, I wouldn't bother praying that your friend would come for you. He's here already."

My eyes shot up to meet his. "What?"

Panchet turned my chair to face another one across the darkened room. There, strapped to a chair, was Ronon. "You see," Panchet stated, "He can't help you anymore than you can help yourself, but it will be so entertaining to hear him shout and complain as he watches your demise."

"You've seriously got some issues. I think you need to some help," I stated.

"I will have all of the time to resolve my...issues, once we're finished with you," Panchet stated.

I looked at Ronon. He was sitting in his chair, silently watching Panchet with killer eyes. My eyes pleaded with him to calm me somehow. Before I could see what he was doing, Panchet turned my chair to face him.

I asked, "What are you going to do?" I understood what he was going to do, but I wanted to know how he was going to start.

Guilly began to unwrap my bandages on my arms. As soon as he got one of the bandages off, he stopped. He stared at my skin. I looked at him, suddenly confused as to why he stopped. He looked just as confused as I was. He got up, still staring at me. He began to say, "Panchet? We might have a slight problem."

Panchet sighed. "What?"

Guilly held the bloody bandage in his right hand, and pointed to my arm. "She's a healer."

My eyes grew wide. I realized that by his reaction, they hadn't run across something like this, like me, before. I also had the epiphany moment...by knowing that I'm now officially screwed.

Panchet asked, "What are you talking about? What do you mean she's a healer?"

Guilly pointed to my arm again as he explained, "I just took this bandage off...there's not a mark on her."

"I saw the wounds when she came in for those bandages," Panchet recalled. He approached me and touched my arm, as if I had the wounds hidden somehow.

Guilly asked, "How is that possible? We've never seen this before..."

Panchet stated, "Well, this will make the experiments much more interesting." He stood straight up and peered over his left shoulder to look at Ronon as he stated, "It should be exciting to watch as we strip your friend of her skin."

Guilly continued to look at my arm as he continued to remove the rest of the bandages. His eyes suddenly fell upon my jade necklace, the one that Daniel gave me. He continued to stare at it, as he reached for it.
I'm not sure why, but I flinched from his touch. I didn't want him to take it...and I knew that trying to flinch away from him was futile as I couldn't move much as it was, being tied to the chair and all.

He grabbed the stone and pulled it off my neck, which the cord slightly burned my neck as it was ripped off. I whimpered as I heard the snap of the cord.

Guilly stared at the jade heart that sat in his hand. He looked up at me, asking, "What is the significance of this?"

I looked up at him and replied, "It's a necklace..."

"Is this how you heal?" he questioned. What kind of question was that? I wanted to ask him if he was the idiot after all.

Panchet shouted, "Guilly! Let's get this moving!"

Guilly tossed the necklace to the side and it slid towards Ronon's feet. He said, "We're ready, Panchet."

Panchet approached me. I noticed that he was holding something shiny. This couldn't be good.

I whispered, "Don't do this...it's not worth it."

"Not worth it for whom? You?" he chuckled as he continued, "I've heard this speech before. 'Don't do this, please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything'. You know, there hasn't been one person who has said this that I believed that I could just let them live without my experiments."

I sighed. There was no point in continuing to reason with him. He was going to cut me open and steal all of my insides. All I could do was pray that Sheppard would really hear me before it was too late. He needed to save both Ronon and me...unless a miracle happened, but my luck sucks, so I know that it would have to be the former.

Panchet lowered down to me level and I saw what the shiny object was...a scalpel. With a little pressure, he pricked the skin on my right arm. Blood bubbled out of the small wound.

I was confused as to why he just stood there and watched the wound with anticipation. Within a few moments, his reaction told me that something was happening. I looked down at my right arm at the wound, and watched as the skin closed up.

The look on Panchet's face had turned from surprise into absolute madness. He smiled like a Cheshire Cat. I knew that this was really bad.