"Well, I hope you're happy," Emma said with a sad look over to Shalimar on the table. "You finally killed me."

Shalimar lifted her head the little bit she was able to and looked at the sad psionic standing against the wall. She pushed herself away from it and slowly walked over to the strapped down feral.

"And all because I wouldn't love you. You don't even deserve my love."

Emma shook her head in disgust as she looked down at the feral.

"Stop it," Shalimar managed to breathe out. "Stop doing this to me."

"How dare you say that to me after what you've done. You couldn't even protect me, Shal. What good are you? I guess I shouldn't be too surprised I mean, after all this isn't the first time you've let me die."

Shalimar turned her face to watch the psionic who walked around her table.

"Why don't you just kill me?" she asked.

"That's not what you really want, Shal. No, what you really want is to kill me and it looks to me like you've done it, again."

Emma made her way behind Shalimar and trailed her hand across her shoulders as she did so. She stopped as she reached herself lying on the table a few feet from the feral. Emma stood over her body and looked down at herself with a sad expression. She ran her hands up her own motionless arms and across her face ever so gently.

"You promised you'd always watch over me and keep me safe. You said you'd always be there if I needed you. But you weren't were you?"

"What?" Shalimar tried to speak among gasps for breath. "What are you talking about?" Shalimar looked to the psionic who still stood beside the table mourning herself.

"How could you let me die, Shal?"

Emma turned her face up to the feral. Shalimar felt her heart breaking further at seeing the saddened looked in her eyes.

"You don't remember do you?" Emma asked. She reached down and lifted a bouquet of roses and smelled them. "Roses from Brennan. At least he gives me something other than bruises."

In the living room the guys all stood in silence trying to decide which of their feelings to act upon, the anger, sadness, or confusion.

"Adam," Brennan finally spoke. "How can you propose we let one of our friends die?"

"I'm proposing we try and save one of them before it's too late."

"Adam, I'm not gonna decide which of my friends I want to live more."

"We have to make a decision in the next few minutes or it can be very fatal to both of them."

"Why don't we take them to the hospital?" Jesse suggested.

"No, there's not enough time. Besides they wouldn't know how to deal with it."

"Well, it's worth a shot. We can't just accept that one of our friends will die, Adam."

"I don't think they can survive long enough without the supports to make it to the hospital."

Brennan slammed his fist into the wall in anger. He shook it off at feeling the pain it produced.

"So then what are we gonna do?"

"Well," Adam answered. "That's what we have to decide. Which one of them are we going to try and save?"

Emma walked through the grassy field making her way to the large oak tree before her. It was so beautiful and sunny and she smiled at feeling the sunlight on her bare shoulders.

Shalimar looked up from the blanket under the tree where she sat. She looked around her surroundings feeling confused and somewhat out of place. She noticed a picnic basket beside her and looked across the field to see Emma heading towards her wearing a tiny, blue tube top and denim jeans. She smiled as the psionic slowly sat herself down next to her. Emma smiled and inched herself closer beside Shalimar and took her hand within her own. Shalimar noticed how she didn't feel the way she had been feeling before. She felt normal; like she could think and feel without all the doubt she'd had in her mind.

"Emma," she began. "I'm sorry."

Emma reached up and stroked the ferals hair back from her face. She ran the back of her hand down her cheek slowly and smiled sweetly at her.

"It's ok, Shal."

"No, I killed you. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"No you didn't, Shal. I'm not dead."

"What? You're alive?"

Shalimar smiled and threw her arms around the psionic to hug her and kiss her cheek.

"But, I thought I attacked you. I don't remember it but I know I did. I tried to kill you."

"It's ok, Shal, I forgive you."

"You shouldn't."

Shalimar released her hold on Emma and turned to hide her face from her, feeling ashamed of her actions.

"I understand, Shal, that wasn't you."

"No but it was. Somewhere underneath everything that's happening to me I'm still me. It was me on some level."

Now that she could think clearly Shalimar couldn't believe the way she'd acted. She couldn't forgive herself for hurting the one person she'd never wanted to hurt and the one person she loved more than anyone else and Emma's forgiving her was only making her feel more guilty.

"Wait," Shalimar began and turned back to meet Emma's eyes with her own. "How come I feel like this?" she looked over the psionic before her and realized in her eyes that she was really there with her for the first time. "How come it's really you here with me?"

"I've connected our minds, Shal. Actually, I brought you over here into mine in hopes you wouldn't suffer with your own problems here."

"But how? How did you get here?"

"After…," Emma began but stopped and tried to prevent herself from shifting her eyes away from Shalimar's, "you attacked me, I entered into a coma and that's why I'm here in my own mind."

"Oh God," Shalimar sighed at the realization of what she'd done. She looked to Emma and her eyes began to fill with tears.

Emma reached out to pull Shalimar close to her. The feral rested her head on the psionics shoulder and wept at her actions. She clutched her back tightly as the psionic rocked her in her arms. She couldn't even think of how to begin to make it up to her.

"It's ok if you hate me," Shalimar said as she cried on her friends shoulder.

Emma felt the dampness of the ferals tears on her shoulder and held her friend tighter.

"Shh," Emma said as she tried to comfort her. "It's ok, I don't hate you."

"You should," Shalimar protested. She pulled back to look at the psionic who saw all the pain she held behind her tear filled eyes. "I beat you into a coma, Emma. I don't deserve your forgiveness."

Emma cupped the ferals face within her hands and brushed back her tears with her thumbs.

"Well, you've got it."

"I'm sorry I said I hated you. I didn't mean it."

"I know."

"Are you going to be ok?"

Emma paused as she thought about the question. She looked down to the blanket between them and returned her gaze to Shalimar's concerned filled eyes.

"I don't know. Let's just relax while we can ok."

Emma reclined herself to rest her back against the tree and pulled Shalimar with her to lie in her arms. Emma wrapped her arms around the feral as Shalimar rested her head against Emma's breasts. Shalimar smiled and held the psionics hands tightly. She felt so relived she was able to think and feel without doubting herself every second.

"I missed you," she said.

Emma smiled and twisted to find a more comfortable position.

"I missed you too."

"I don't wanna leave here. I can't think or function right otherwise. I don't wanna leave you."

"You have to eventually, Shal. You need to figure yourself out."

"I know, but…ow." Shalimar twitched against Emma and pushed herself up and removed her hair from the psionics belly. She braced herself on her arms aside Emma's hips and looked up at her.

"What is it?"

"Nothing just had my hair caught in your naval ring." Shalimar laughed and picked a long blonde strand from the psionics silver ring and dropped it beside them.

"Oh, sorry," Emma laughed as Shalimar dropped the hair.

Shalimar leaned her head forward to kiss Emma's belly softly and turned her face back up to meet her eyes.

"Everything feels so real here. Can't we just stay here together?"

"It doesn't work like that, Shal."

"Emma," Shalimar said and sat herself up to take the psionics hands in her own again. "There's a lot of things I need to talk about with you." Shalimar paused and began to pant softly. Concern quickly spread across Emma's face.

"Shal, are you ok?"

Shalimar coughed and panted more causing Emma to reach out and place her hands on her shoulders.

"Shalimar, what's wrong?"

Shalimar continued to cough and moved herself forward to lie on the blanket as Emma assisted her down. Emma rubbed the ferals back and turned her over to cup her face.

"Emma, what's happening?" Shalimar finally managed to ask among gasps for breath.

"I don't know," Emma answered. "Try to stay calm."

Back in the lab Brennan and Jesse stood over a flipping out Shalimar and tried to keep her under control. Jesse held her down against the restraints as she fought with all her might to break free. She gasped for breath and Jesse quickly turned to Adam at the control board.

"She still can't breathe, Adam! Something's gone wrong!"

"I'm working on it," Adam answered. "Try to keep her still."

Shalimar twitched violently from side to side and raised her chest as she attempted to get more air.

"Adam, she's flipping out!"

Adam rushed to Shalimar's side as she suddenly let herself drop back down to the table with a thud. She lie motionless before them and Adam reached for her throat to check her pulse.

"Her heart's stopped," he informed.