Emma turned back to Jesse and Adam unable to ignore their judgmental presences. It was enough to bring about another headache for the psionic and she walked over to the door deciding she needed to take a break.
"Emma, where ya going?" Jesse called to the red head.
"I'm going to lie down and I've wanted to change these clothes all day," she informed and began to step through the door. Before she could complete the task Jesse's hand was on her arm pulling her back into the room gently. She turned to meet his caring eyes with her own and looked to his open palm where he held her comlink. She paused for a moment shifting her eyes between the ring and the molecular. He pushed his hand forward and she reached out slowly to accept his offering, slipping the ring back onto her right ring finger, one of the emptiness's inside her slightly filled at the task. She smiled slightly before leaving the lab and heading back to her room.
Passing the feral's closed door she stopped as she was hit with a flood of memories and emotions. She turned to the wooden barrier between her and the feral inside and took a step closer until she was literally an inch from the door. She reached out almost instinctively placing her hand on the door before her. The love and confusion she sensed from the woman inside the room was enough to break her heart and she drew in an unsteady breath as she blinked back the few tears that threatened her eyes.
The feral sat up on her bed at the sudden presence of the psionic on the other side of her door. Half of her wanted to swing it open and invite the woman in and the other half wanted to swing it open and slam it in her face. She remained motionless, stiff, for a moment as the thoughts each danced across her mind. She stood from the bed and walked to the door surprised herself that she'd somehow made the movement. She reached for the handle, swallowing hard as she prepared to confront the red head. Before her hand could clench the knob she felt herself pulling back unsure if she was ready to take the dramatic step. Sighing she let her head fall forward to rest against the door as she listened to the jagged breathing of the woman on the other side. She trailed her hand up the door in slow strokes the way she used to glide across the psionic's welcoming skin instantly remembering the remarkable touch of the woman. She sighed taking in the scent of the woman and smiled as she could almost feel the warmth of the psionic through the door. She felt herself tremble at the increasing desire to be closer to her as the familiar feelings came back to her.
Emma gently slid her hand from the door as the pain was becoming too much for her to take. The last thing she needed on top of her headache was heartache too. Sighing she turned to continue back on down the hall turning once more to look at the feral's door before making her way into her own room.
Closing the door behind her she sighed a long sigh of relief before heading over to the dresser. Another sigh of relief upon finally being able to change her clothes escaped her lips as she opened her top drawer. Before she could begin to search for something else to wear she turned to the right as something red caught her eye. Blue eyes fell upon the red thong bearing the feral's name still lying across her chair in her negligence to put it away earlier. She forced her attention back onto the items still in her drawer but couldn't seem to look away from the anniversary present from Shalimar. Fed up with the distraction she reached for the small thong and stuffed it under her bed and out of sight leaving herself free to search through her clothes.
Bracing her hands on the corners of the drawer she hung her head as she scanned her clothes for something satisfactory to wear. It hadn't occurred to her just how many of those clothes were given to her by Shalimar before but she realized almost half of them were from the feral. A frustrated sigh erupted from her gut as she shut the drawer knowing she couldn't possibly wear anything from the feral right then. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and suddenly remembered Shalimar had also giving her the green shirt now barely gracing her back. She wanted to rip it off but found her fingers stalling as she gripped the bottom of the garment before allowing herself to remove the shirt and drop it to the floor.
Turning back to the mirror she looked for the first time at the pictures in the corners of her and Shalimar portraying happy times and laughter. She wasn't sure if the sights and memories made her angry or sad but quickly reached into the middle drawer and grabbed the first thing she got her hands on, doing the same in her pants drawer. She turned her back on the happy images gracing her mirror and pulled the white, sleeveless top over her head sighing now that she was given more breathing room within this garment. She wrestled with the tightpants before managing to pull them down her legs, kicking her shoes off before pulling up the tight fitting, faded, blue jeans.
Feeling herself grow more mentally weary she crawled onto her bed letting herself drop to the sheets resting her aching head on the pillow. She smiled at the comfort it provided her with before suddenly lifting her head to look down at it as she remembered it was the feral's pillow. That was when she used a pillow and didn't sleep snuggled up against her at night. She looked closer and could even see a few small blonde hairs still slightly noticeable on the pillow cover. She smiled surprisingly and drew in a breath catching Shalimar's scent in the air. The thoughts of all the memories and nights she'd shared with the feral in her room were instantly overtaking her mind and she sat up knowing she couldn't possibly rest in the room. As far as she was concerned it wasn't her room. It was hers and Shalimar's. Now that there was no her and Shalimar she couldn't bring herself to sit in the room they'd made together. She headed for the door and opened it, taking one last look at her old home, a smile coming to her lips, before closing the door and heading down the hall.
"So what do you think about what Emma said?" Jesse asked looking up to Adam from his computer screen.
"About Lara? I don't know. I haven't known Lara very long but I think it's clear whoever's behind this is powerful. Very powerful. Unless Lara's made some new friends we don't know about I'd find it unlikely she's involved."
"Yeah. I don't think she's involved either but it occurred to me that Shalimar was fine until she was alone in her room with Lara. I went in there and it was like all of a sudden they were in love. I don't really know what to think."
"I think I might know what to think," Adam informed looking at the test results on the screen. His expression drew the molecular to him and the two stood examining their findings.
Emma opened the door to Brennan's room and stepped inside. She looked around smiling thinking about how this was going to be her new home. This is where she'd spend every night and where she'd wake up every morning. She could see it happening, she thought, not that she couldn't see the same thing in her old room when she was with Shalimar.
She sat on the bed sprawling her fingers into the soft comforter beneath and smiling with thoughts of her new husband. Her happiness didn't last long however as she remembered the danger he was probably in.
She scoot herself back onto the bed and brought her legs up to sit Indian style. She drew in a deep breath as she prepared for another attempt at connecting with the elemental. Concentrating she let her mind reach out searching for the man trying as hard as she could to get a fix on him as she desperately needed to know if he was ok. Feeling her headache increasing by the second she held herself there still trying to reach the elemental. The pain came in wave after wave but she refused to give up the determination driving her to find her husband. She didn't even hear the whimpers she was emitting as she continued trying to connect through all her mental pain but Jesse's concern arose and he quickly rushed to Brennan's room.
"Emma?" Jesse's voice was barely audible to her as he showed himself into the room and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Emma, can you hear me?" he asked shaking her in an attempt to gain her attention.
Her eyes opened and looked at him. It occurred to her she was slightly shivering and she tried to calm herself down and catch her breath.
"Emma, what happened?" he asked in obvious concern leaning himself closer to look into her tired eyes.
"I tried to connect to Brennan again. It didn't work," she answered turning her sad face up to his. "I don't know what to do, Jesse." Her disappointed voice saddened the molecular and he rubbed her back slowly trying to comfort and calm her down.
"Adam has a few ideas. Why don't you come to the lab," he suggested helping her off the bed. She nodded and stood up as he escorting her out of the room and back down the hall.