A/N: standard disclaimers apply
Blood Ties chapter 8
Wil woke suddenly sitting up abruptly. The sudden movement caused the pounding in his head to get even worse. The pain became so intense that Wil retched violently. Doubling over from the pain and the nausea, Wil found himself in a fetal position on the floor.
Slowly the sickness faded some allowing him to move from the fetal position and back to a sitting one. He looked around trying to ignore the savage pounding in his head.
The room was made of solid concrete with the exception of the large metal door that adorned the wall to his right.
Slowly Wil managed to make it to his feet even if he was a bit unsteady on them. "Must be the drugs they gave me" he remarked aloud.
As he finished speaking Wil could hear the bolt on the door being thrown. Slowly the huge door swung open revealing a woman in a lab coat followed by two men. One carried Chloe while the other carried Clark.
The woman looked at Wil as the orderlies dumped his cousin and girlfriend on the floor.
"Wil I'm Dr. Bryce. I need to give you an injection and take a sample of blood. Please don't resist me. If you do I will have to turn the emitters up and that could kill you."
"Why have you done this? Why have to taken us!" Wil screamed at her, but the sound only caused his head to nearly split with pain. Falling to his knees, Wil cradled his head in his hands as tears streamed down his face. Looking up at the woman before him he whispered "Why?"
Helen knelt beside him, placing the small blood work kit on the ground beside her.
"Give me your arm please."
Realizing that he could not resist, Wil grudgingly offered his arm to the doctor.
Looking at his arm as she worked Helen glanced back over her shoulder as she reached for a second sample tube.
"Smith, Johnson that will be all. He's too weak to resist. Go back to the lab and get the gas chromatograph ready. Make sure you run a base line with the glucose solution in the cabinet first."
"You sure doc?"
"Yes, I'll be fine. I still need to get samples from the other two as well. I'll meet you back in the lab soon."
Nodding to her the orderlies both turned and walked from the room closing the door behind them.
As the door swung closed Helen finished with the second sample and began preparing a larger needle. Gently she tilted his head to the side and pushed the needle into his neck.
"Wil, please listen to me. While you were unconscious you had a small capsule implanted in your neck. It originally held a small amount of the refined meteor rock, but I replaced it with emerald dust. I never meant for any of this to happen. Please forgive me." Helen's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. Finishing the injection in his neck, she moved to prepare the samples for the others.
"I gave you a protein mixture that will reduce the effects of the radiation from the emitters in the room. I'm sorry I can't do more."
Helen moved to Chloe and began to take a blood sample. Finishing the first sample Helen checked her pulse and listened to her heart for a moment.
"What did you do to her?" Wil asked as he looked on.
"I infected her with a retro virus that was designed to recode her DNA to match yours. I'm afraid that it's killing her, though. Her vitals are getting dangerously low." Pausing for a moment to get another vial, Helen looked down at the young woman and whispered to her.
"Hang on Chloe. I'm trying to get you out of here."
"We have to get her to my ship. It has a medical system that can heal her. Please let me take her."
Helen didn't respond. Moving to Clark she checked his vitals and then drew the samples of his blood she needed. Giving him the same protein injection she had given Wil she moved towards the door. She glanced back over her shoulder toward Wil.
"I'm sorry. I've done all I can."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jonathan sat in the small cell cradling his wife's head in his lap. She had been unconscious since the men that took them had hit her. She had a nasty lump on the back of her head and she was starting to loose the color from her face.
Tears streamed down his face as he sat there helplessly watching his wife slip away. One of the men had mentioned that they were waiting for Clark and that Mr. Luthor wanted both of the boys and the girl alive. Jonathan knew that they must be talking about his son, Wil and Chloe.
His heart sank when he thought about what they might want them for.
Looking down, Jonathan brushed a stray strand of hair from Martha's face. Softly he began to speak aloud.
"Our father who art in heaven..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Lionel sat in his large leather chair as Dr. Bryce spoke to him about the results of the experiment.
"... This will also serve to increase neuro transmitter levels in the subject increasing response time as well as allowing for increased brain function. If my estimates are correct we will see a 45% over all increase in..."
Lionel did his best to focus on her words, but all he could think of was the cancer that was slowly eating his brain. I can't let this beat me. I can't give in!
Standing suddenly, He glared at the doctor. "That will be quite enough medical jargon Doctor." Pausing for a moment, he stared at her with a baleful gaze. "Can you do this or not."
Swallowing hard, Helen looked up at the man before her.
"Yes sir. With the information I have gathered from the test on the Sullivan girl, I believe I can. I have already altered the mixture and the new sample should be ready within the hour."
"Very well. I feel I should tell you that my son will be here soon, so you might want to stay in the labs till I arrive. After all he thinks your dead."
"Yes sir"
"Oh and Helen? For your sake this had better work."
The look on Lionel Luthors face explained what the implied threat had not. If she failed He would not be the only one to die from her mistake. Turning from the desk Helen made her way toward the labs. Suddenly an idea sprang to mind. It was a gamble, but If it worked, she might just be able to save herself and the poor girl that she had very nearly dammed. ~*~*~*~*~*~
Blood Ties chapter 8
Wil woke suddenly sitting up abruptly. The sudden movement caused the pounding in his head to get even worse. The pain became so intense that Wil retched violently. Doubling over from the pain and the nausea, Wil found himself in a fetal position on the floor.
Slowly the sickness faded some allowing him to move from the fetal position and back to a sitting one. He looked around trying to ignore the savage pounding in his head.
The room was made of solid concrete with the exception of the large metal door that adorned the wall to his right.
Slowly Wil managed to make it to his feet even if he was a bit unsteady on them. "Must be the drugs they gave me" he remarked aloud.
As he finished speaking Wil could hear the bolt on the door being thrown. Slowly the huge door swung open revealing a woman in a lab coat followed by two men. One carried Chloe while the other carried Clark.
The woman looked at Wil as the orderlies dumped his cousin and girlfriend on the floor.
"Wil I'm Dr. Bryce. I need to give you an injection and take a sample of blood. Please don't resist me. If you do I will have to turn the emitters up and that could kill you."
"Why have you done this? Why have to taken us!" Wil screamed at her, but the sound only caused his head to nearly split with pain. Falling to his knees, Wil cradled his head in his hands as tears streamed down his face. Looking up at the woman before him he whispered "Why?"
Helen knelt beside him, placing the small blood work kit on the ground beside her.
"Give me your arm please."
Realizing that he could not resist, Wil grudgingly offered his arm to the doctor.
Looking at his arm as she worked Helen glanced back over her shoulder as she reached for a second sample tube.
"Smith, Johnson that will be all. He's too weak to resist. Go back to the lab and get the gas chromatograph ready. Make sure you run a base line with the glucose solution in the cabinet first."
"You sure doc?"
"Yes, I'll be fine. I still need to get samples from the other two as well. I'll meet you back in the lab soon."
Nodding to her the orderlies both turned and walked from the room closing the door behind them.
As the door swung closed Helen finished with the second sample and began preparing a larger needle. Gently she tilted his head to the side and pushed the needle into his neck.
"Wil, please listen to me. While you were unconscious you had a small capsule implanted in your neck. It originally held a small amount of the refined meteor rock, but I replaced it with emerald dust. I never meant for any of this to happen. Please forgive me." Helen's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. Finishing the injection in his neck, she moved to prepare the samples for the others.
"I gave you a protein mixture that will reduce the effects of the radiation from the emitters in the room. I'm sorry I can't do more."
Helen moved to Chloe and began to take a blood sample. Finishing the first sample Helen checked her pulse and listened to her heart for a moment.
"What did you do to her?" Wil asked as he looked on.
"I infected her with a retro virus that was designed to recode her DNA to match yours. I'm afraid that it's killing her, though. Her vitals are getting dangerously low." Pausing for a moment to get another vial, Helen looked down at the young woman and whispered to her.
"Hang on Chloe. I'm trying to get you out of here."
"We have to get her to my ship. It has a medical system that can heal her. Please let me take her."
Helen didn't respond. Moving to Clark she checked his vitals and then drew the samples of his blood she needed. Giving him the same protein injection she had given Wil she moved towards the door. She glanced back over her shoulder toward Wil.
"I'm sorry. I've done all I can."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jonathan sat in the small cell cradling his wife's head in his lap. She had been unconscious since the men that took them had hit her. She had a nasty lump on the back of her head and she was starting to loose the color from her face.
Tears streamed down his face as he sat there helplessly watching his wife slip away. One of the men had mentioned that they were waiting for Clark and that Mr. Luthor wanted both of the boys and the girl alive. Jonathan knew that they must be talking about his son, Wil and Chloe.
His heart sank when he thought about what they might want them for.
Looking down, Jonathan brushed a stray strand of hair from Martha's face. Softly he began to speak aloud.
"Our father who art in heaven..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Lionel sat in his large leather chair as Dr. Bryce spoke to him about the results of the experiment.
"... This will also serve to increase neuro transmitter levels in the subject increasing response time as well as allowing for increased brain function. If my estimates are correct we will see a 45% over all increase in..."
Lionel did his best to focus on her words, but all he could think of was the cancer that was slowly eating his brain. I can't let this beat me. I can't give in!
Standing suddenly, He glared at the doctor. "That will be quite enough medical jargon Doctor." Pausing for a moment, he stared at her with a baleful gaze. "Can you do this or not."
Swallowing hard, Helen looked up at the man before her.
"Yes sir. With the information I have gathered from the test on the Sullivan girl, I believe I can. I have already altered the mixture and the new sample should be ready within the hour."
"Very well. I feel I should tell you that my son will be here soon, so you might want to stay in the labs till I arrive. After all he thinks your dead."
"Yes sir"
"Oh and Helen? For your sake this had better work."
The look on Lionel Luthors face explained what the implied threat had not. If she failed He would not be the only one to die from her mistake. Turning from the desk Helen made her way toward the labs. Suddenly an idea sprang to mind. It was a gamble, but If it worked, she might just be able to save herself and the poor girl that she had very nearly dammed. ~*~*~*~*~*~
