Summary: So I'm sending you a little Christmas, wrapped up with love, a little peace, a little light, to remind you of, I'm waiting for you, praying for you, I wanted you to see, that I'm sending you a little Christmas, until you go home with me.
A/N: This is one of those 'what if' type fics. In this, Emma never died, Adam never disappeared, and Lexa (or whatever her name is) never happened. This chapter is not so horrible short as the last, and is more along the lines of how long my chapters are. I find that, as both a writer and a reader, longer chapters are so much more fulfilling. Therefore, I write lots, and the more reviews that come in, the longer they get.
If you dislike it, please tell me, but if you're going to resort to horribly insulting flames, please stick to e-mail or instant messaging. I'm not the type of person who likes insults to be very public. I'm still open for preferences for pairings.
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Sending You . . .
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Chapter 5 – Window to the Past
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"Truth Serum?" Brennan echoed, and turned to Adam, confusion written obviously across his face.
Adam's eyes never left his charges' faces, but his mouth turned down in the corners with a disappointed frown. "Before I left Genomex, we were given a top secret assignment from the government."
Shalimar raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you say no?" she ran her tongue over her front teeth.
"For an obvious reason." Adam said, and sighed. "Genomex was a government funded program. Without that funding we wouldn't have been there, and so were obligated to pay off our debt by doing – favors – of sorts."
"Let me guess." Jesse butted in. "A truth serum for them?"
"Precisely." Adam sat down in a chair nearby, and held his hand to his forhead for a minute, before dropping it back down to his lap. "We were given the order to create a truth serum, something that agencies like the Counter-Terrorist Unit could use. Nothing worked. We spent months on it, and finally came up with something that seemed to work.
"We tested it several times on new mutants like you guys, and came up with a startling realization. We didn't create a truth serum, but a mind control device. We left it named as a truth serum, and disposed of all but a small vial, which we left enclosed in a safety deposit box under a fake name."
Shalimar threw her arms to her side, eyes flashing gold. "You mean you never destroyed it?"
Adam nodded, glancing around. "We didn't destroy it – we couldn't. If worse came to worse, we had a way to turn our enemies against each other. We had a way to make convicts turn into model citizens. We could control anybody. Our only problem was if it became public. We'd have no way of knowing if a terrorist organization had control, or if somebody dominated the president. It could end our country."
Jesse smiled slightly. "You've got to have some idea of how to reverse this though, right?"
"Partially. When we created it, we had only partially figured out an antidote, and when we put it in the deposit box, it was the last time any of us even saw the formula for it."
Brennan looked up, and ran his hand through his hair. "So, this thing is sittin in some bank, wasting away and Eckhart has duplicated it?"
"No." Adam stood up from the bench. "It was opened and taken out a few days ago."
"You're just telling us this now?" Brennan fumed, "Why?"
Adam looked at all the faces that watched him. "Because some things are best left unknown as long as possible."
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A/N: Thank you to my reviewers! Please tell others about my story.
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Warren: Don't worry. That's not it. I'm just spacing it out right now, working on getting other chapters up for other stories too. I can't focus on only one story at a time.
Empathducky: I'm glad to hear that you like it so much. I'll take your opinion into account, but I'm still listening to other opinions and tallying up the votes. This is going to be a very long story.
