Chapter 7

He was cold, yet he knew he was practically burning up, he couldn't trust his senses. Lili was sat next to him. She was holding a damp cloth in her hands, her head lolling to one side, she was asleep.

            He was thirsty, he couldn't speak. He tried to move. He couldn't manage that either.

            Lili woke up and looked at him. No. it wasn't Lili. It was the woman who had done this to him, he tried to move away, but still nothing.

            She was speaking now, leaning over him, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. He felt as though he needed to sleep, but he was in trouble, a captive, he knew he couldn't sleep.

            She laid the cool piece of cloth over his forehead, it felt good. Why was she helping him? Wasn't she the one who did this to him? His mind was not yet working, he knew that, but knowing didn't seem to help. It didn't make the images or sounds any clearer.

            "You're going to be fine." She soothed, though she wished she could be sure he understood her.

            Though his mind was cloudy, he could remember a time when he had been at peace with everything. He tried to reach out to that moment, to draw it to him, and it came. Peacefulness, everything around him came suddenly into focus, he could hear the sound of the woman breathing, the faint sound of some one talking down the hallway.

            Then he wasn't here any more, he was somewhere else, he was home. No. This wasn't his home was it? It wasn't Earth, that was obvious, the sky wasn't blue, but a mixture of scarlet and purple. This was his fathers home. He could remember it vividly.

            He became aware of his surrounding once again, some one was talking to him. He opened his eyes. There was only the woman in the room, the men were nowhere to be seen. He could get past her, he was sure of it, but then what? How far would he get before they shot him down, and gave what was left to Zo'or?

            "Can you understand me?"

            He could understand her perfectly now, but there was no need for her to know that, so he stayed quiet.

            She was concerned. How did he know that? How could he tell? He wasn't sure.

            He sat up slowly so as not to upset his head, the last thing he wanted was to pas out again. That was one experience he would have gladly gone without.

            "How do you feel?" She asked.

            "Like I've been drugged." He tried to stretch his neck muscles but they hurt, must have been laid funny he decided.

            "I've never seen any one react that way before. We almost lost you." She admitted.

            "Then Zo'or would have been upset, he wouldn't have been able to watch me disintegrate in a blue-tank." Liam pointed out.

            "A what?" She frowned.

            "A blue-tank." He repeated. "It's how the Taelon's kill people they don't like." He said flatly.

            "You still say they're going to kill you?"

            "Not right away they won't, they want me alive for now, but they'll get bored eventually." He reasoned.

            "Why would they want you so badly?"

            "They think I killed one of them, isn't that reason enough?" He returned.

            "I suppose so."

            "So who are you people anyway?" Liam asked, he had nothing to lose now. They were going to give him to Zo'or, what did he have to lose?

            "My name is Kathryn." She held out her ID card.

            "Spelt the Irish way." He observed.

            "How do you know?"

            "My mother was Irish." He told her.

            "What was her name?" She was aware that he was speaking in the past tense, she was obviously dead, but it was the first lead they had on his back-ground.

            "Beckett." He said simply.

            "You use your fathers name then?" She pushed.

            "No." He looked at her, time to change the topic. "Why are you doing this, your name doesn't tell me who you are." He pointed out.

            "I lead a resistance cell."

            "Your not a part of the organised movement." Liam pointed out.

            "What makes you think that?" Kathryn questioned.

            "Because I've never heard of you before."

            "You think you know about every cell in the resistance?" She scoffed.

            "Yeah, I usually organise them."

            That stunned her for a moment. Then she realised that he was trying to trick her into giving away the name of the real leader. It wouldn't work, she knew that Doors had stepped down, but she didn't know who was in charge now.

            "If you think I'm going to tell you who the leader of the resistance is then you can forget it."

            He shook his head. "You're not listening to me. I'm the head of the resistance. If Zo'or gets me he'll find out in the end, and my people will be exposed. Some of them are in very delicate positions." He confided. It was obvious that she was resistance, even if she wasn't part of his group. There was no way she would tell the Taelon's, that much he believed, either that or the drugs she had given him were still having an effect on him. If that was the case it was too late now, the damage was done, but he didn't think he was wrong.