Yes! I am alive! Hope this makes up for the wait.

Witson stormed down the hallway, causing any security that was in his way to duck into labs and offices with their tales between the legs. To say that he was pissed would be an understatement. He turned a corner then entered an office on his right where he sat flopped down behind the desk.

He had been tormenting Jesse, the monster of his every nightmare, at least one of them, he had just about been ready to break Jesse's ribs himself when that prick Jessica came back. She'd blasted him again, knocking him into the wall and ordered him and Harrison to come nowhere near Jesse for another ten minuets.

Witson growled, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this bitch? He's going to go through hell! I'll kill him! I'll…kill…him…."

"They would have killed me! I didn't have a choice!" Jesse cried out.

"There's always a choice!" Witson screamed as he slammed his fist into the concrete wall behind him, splintering it. 'What is there wasn't? That doctor hurt you, he got control of you, what about Kilmartin? What did he do to Kilmartin?'

Witson closed his eyes and forced himself to be calm. He opened his mind to the world, opened his eyes so he could see everything. From all directions windows into the world rushed at him. Flashes of families on a picnic speed by followed by pictures of fights or dogs or whatever the person was looking at. But this was all now, this was happening. Witson wanted what had happed. In a blink of an eye the windows switched directions. They started going away from him, thousands of them, taking him back years and years. Then he saw it. The window he wanted.

It was an easy matter, step inside, and he was there, and since he had a connection with Jesse, however forced it was, he could see everything that this memory would allow. Witson entered through one of the agents standing watch by a door.

There was a blond boy, no older then fifth teen. He was wearing scrubs, no shoes, a governor, and handcuffs. The man in front of him, the fat doctor with no hair, was talking to him.

Witson moved closer. He smirked when he saw the reason for the handcuffs; the doctor had gotten to close the obviously angry boy and received a shiner.

"Now Jesse, may I call you Jesse?" there was no reply from the boy, only a glare. "My name is Dr. Simon, and I am a Nero surgeon and researcher. Do you know what that is?" Jesse blinked at him; he wasn't taking to kindly to being treated like a child. The doctor smiled, catching on to the boy's feelings.

"Yes, you're right. You are a very bright child, and I shouldn't talk down to you. Well Jesse, let me not beat around the bush any longer. From what I have heard is that you have an extraordinary ability, well actually two. You are fifth teen, am I right?"

Again, no answer from Jesse, but Simon didn't care. "And already you are able, weather it is controlled or not, to make your molecules basically spread thin or pack together. I must admit that you are the first molecular to be able to do that at such a young age."

Jesse glared and tugged on the handcuffs, it was clear that he wanted to take another swing at the good doctor. "Now then, you probably want to know what I want with you. Well Jesse, I have a patient that I need to do some surgery on. I need to open his skull and place a devise in his brain."

Simon paused and looked up at Jesse, whose angry glare had turned to one of horror as his brain caught on to what the doctor wanted. "And surgery will take to long you want me to…you want me to do it…"

"I knew you were a smart boy. That's exactly it."

"No. No I won't. I won't…you…."

"Can't make you?" Simon said with a smile, only this time it held no amusement just that smug look that people get when they know they have you beat. "Oh, but I can," he motioned for the two agents that were standing behind Jesse to hold him.

Jesse struggled in the grasp, twisting and jerking, until one of them griped his throat and picked him up. Jesse stopped his struggling almost instantly, giving into his need for air. Simon chuckled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange looking governor.

"Even if I did do it," Jesse hissed out, "I couldn't make him gassy, I can only make myself…."

"That's what this is for," Simon said gesturing to the governor, "I'll be in control. Once you activate your powers it'll give me the ability to control what they do. And so you know, if you refuse to use your powers it works just like a regular governor, only once it starts to shock you, it wont stop. It'll take thirty minuets to an hour for you to die and the electrical current will be with you all the way…."

Witson pulled himself out of the window. He'd been there to long, but now he knew the truth. He cursed himself for being so stupid, for blaming the wrong person. He should have…'what's this?'

Witson had passed a window, it caught his attention. There was the feral member of Mutant X, she was fighting off four agents the most drawn out and painful way her situation would allow. She was pissed.

'The others must be looking for Kilmartin,' Witson thought as he tried to enter the window. But he was blocked, something wouldn't let him in, not fully. 'Damn, it's the telempath, I'll never get in….'

Witson watched as the girls headed down a hall, a lot like the ones in the place he was. For a second he hoped that they were there, that they were on their way to save Jesse from this mess, however those hopes were soon crushed when he saw the writing on the wall. 'Genomex Testing Level."

'Damn it! You're at the wrong place! Damn it!' Witson started to yell and bang on the window. 'This will get me no where,' Witson pulled himself together and quickly took several deep breaths. He concentrated on getting to Emma, on talking to Emma. Then he felt it, the pull, like strings on a kite, guiding him, pulling him in. And he found himself face to face with an angry looking telempath….