UNVEILING
Shaking his head vigorously in shock, Jesse whirled, staring around the room, eyes narrowed.
What the hell was that? Jesse thought to himself, scanning the room with his eyes, puzzled beyond belief.
He had felt the presence in his mind, invading his thoughts, probing for something. But what? And who had done it? Obviously it had been a psionic, but not Griff, or Mark. They were the only psionics here, and they weren't as powerful as the presence he had felt mere moments before.
And then he realised who it had been. It was so obvious; he wanted to punch himself for being so dense.
"Claire," he said, looking across the room to the glum elemental, who was still moping around after losing Brennan.
"What is it?" she grumbled unenthusiastically.
He crossed the room to her, and said, "There was a psionic reading me."
Claire's head rose immediately. "What?"
"I think it was Emma," he added, looking around with paranoid suspicion. What if she was here?
"Don't be ridiculous," she retorted, scoffing quietly.
"I'm not," he responded with spite, and paced back and forth for a moment, in thought. "What if they found out where we are? They'll come after us. Claire," he paused, staring her in the eye, "you know what that means."
She rolled her eyes, obviously not able to care less.
"Fine," he muttered impatiently under his breath, and left the room, quickly making his way down to Sampson's office, bursting in unannounced and uninvited.
"What do you want, Kilmartin?" he heard Sampson demand.
"I felt a psionic reading me," he told the man, "I think it was Emma deLauro."
Sampson shot up from behind his desk, stalking round to confront Jesse. "Do you know what that could mean?"
Jesse nodded.
The sharp pain shot through his skull again, and Jesse cried out in agony, dropping to his knees, clutching his head, breathing rapidly.
Sampson crouched down to Jesse's level, and hissed into his ear, "You could have led them right to us!"
Without looking up into the eyes of the other man, Jesse managed to say, "I didn't know until it was too late. There. there was nothing I could do about it."
Sampson squeezed the device again, activating the pain once more.
Jesse cried out again, dropping to his side in sheer agony, curling into a ball to try and shut out the pain, his breathing even more ragged and forced. He clutched his skull tightly, trying to will the feeling away.
Sampson paced over to him slowly. "I knew I shouldn't have kept you around, Kilmartin."
Jesse could do nothing to respond, only cry out again when the pain resurfaced with more intensity.
"Stop!" he cried suddenly.
"You're weak," Sampson told him sternly, bluntly, yet his words were filled with venom.
With another cry, Jesse yelled, "No, please! Stop it!"
Sampson, after a moment of consideration, released his hold on the device, deactivating it, pocketing it once again.
He crouched down, even as Jesse attempted to rise from the floor, not getting very far very fast. "I knew I would regret bringing you here. It was a mistake."
Jesse looked at the man with pained blue eyes, and panted, "I never wanted to come, you son-of-a-bitch. I know what you're doing, and you won't get away with it."
Sampson's face showed disbelief.
Jesse felt a weight suddenly lifted in his mind, and with it came a burning sensation that threatened to tear his skull apart from the inside. He hissed through clenched teeth, and held a hand to his temple, wincing.
It was then that he remembered all that he had done, and whom he had done it to. He gasped in horror, and nearly collapsed once again, only this time in disgust. with himself.
He stared up at Sampson in terror, and scrambled to his feet.
"How?" Sampson murmured, shaking his head. "That's impossible. It's irreversible."
Jesse paced backwards away from the man, coming into firm contact with the wall.
He heard the door lock behind him, and noticed that Sampson had activated a device from his desk that locked them in.
Jesse lowered his hand, even though the pain persisted, and stared into the inhuman gaze of Sampson.
Reaching into his desk, Sampson retrieved a firearm, and aimed it at Jesse's chest. "I won't let you out of here alive."
"You're forgetting one thing, moron," Jesse panted, in great pain, all over now, not just in his head. Sampson cocked his head, even as he started to squeeze the trigger. "I'm a molecular."
Shaking his head vigorously in shock, Jesse whirled, staring around the room, eyes narrowed.
What the hell was that? Jesse thought to himself, scanning the room with his eyes, puzzled beyond belief.
He had felt the presence in his mind, invading his thoughts, probing for something. But what? And who had done it? Obviously it had been a psionic, but not Griff, or Mark. They were the only psionics here, and they weren't as powerful as the presence he had felt mere moments before.
And then he realised who it had been. It was so obvious; he wanted to punch himself for being so dense.
"Claire," he said, looking across the room to the glum elemental, who was still moping around after losing Brennan.
"What is it?" she grumbled unenthusiastically.
He crossed the room to her, and said, "There was a psionic reading me."
Claire's head rose immediately. "What?"
"I think it was Emma," he added, looking around with paranoid suspicion. What if she was here?
"Don't be ridiculous," she retorted, scoffing quietly.
"I'm not," he responded with spite, and paced back and forth for a moment, in thought. "What if they found out where we are? They'll come after us. Claire," he paused, staring her in the eye, "you know what that means."
She rolled her eyes, obviously not able to care less.
"Fine," he muttered impatiently under his breath, and left the room, quickly making his way down to Sampson's office, bursting in unannounced and uninvited.
"What do you want, Kilmartin?" he heard Sampson demand.
"I felt a psionic reading me," he told the man, "I think it was Emma deLauro."
Sampson shot up from behind his desk, stalking round to confront Jesse. "Do you know what that could mean?"
Jesse nodded.
The sharp pain shot through his skull again, and Jesse cried out in agony, dropping to his knees, clutching his head, breathing rapidly.
Sampson crouched down to Jesse's level, and hissed into his ear, "You could have led them right to us!"
Without looking up into the eyes of the other man, Jesse managed to say, "I didn't know until it was too late. There. there was nothing I could do about it."
Sampson squeezed the device again, activating the pain once more.
Jesse cried out again, dropping to his side in sheer agony, curling into a ball to try and shut out the pain, his breathing even more ragged and forced. He clutched his skull tightly, trying to will the feeling away.
Sampson paced over to him slowly. "I knew I shouldn't have kept you around, Kilmartin."
Jesse could do nothing to respond, only cry out again when the pain resurfaced with more intensity.
"Stop!" he cried suddenly.
"You're weak," Sampson told him sternly, bluntly, yet his words were filled with venom.
With another cry, Jesse yelled, "No, please! Stop it!"
Sampson, after a moment of consideration, released his hold on the device, deactivating it, pocketing it once again.
He crouched down, even as Jesse attempted to rise from the floor, not getting very far very fast. "I knew I would regret bringing you here. It was a mistake."
Jesse looked at the man with pained blue eyes, and panted, "I never wanted to come, you son-of-a-bitch. I know what you're doing, and you won't get away with it."
Sampson's face showed disbelief.
Jesse felt a weight suddenly lifted in his mind, and with it came a burning sensation that threatened to tear his skull apart from the inside. He hissed through clenched teeth, and held a hand to his temple, wincing.
It was then that he remembered all that he had done, and whom he had done it to. He gasped in horror, and nearly collapsed once again, only this time in disgust. with himself.
He stared up at Sampson in terror, and scrambled to his feet.
"How?" Sampson murmured, shaking his head. "That's impossible. It's irreversible."
Jesse paced backwards away from the man, coming into firm contact with the wall.
He heard the door lock behind him, and noticed that Sampson had activated a device from his desk that locked them in.
Jesse lowered his hand, even though the pain persisted, and stared into the inhuman gaze of Sampson.
Reaching into his desk, Sampson retrieved a firearm, and aimed it at Jesse's chest. "I won't let you out of here alive."
"You're forgetting one thing, moron," Jesse panted, in great pain, all over now, not just in his head. Sampson cocked his head, even as he started to squeeze the trigger. "I'm a molecular."