Jesse laid helplessly caught in his own thoughts. His body was rebelling against him. The pain was far worse any he had experienced before. He couldn't breath without pain spreading through him. It was a burning, shredding, pulsing sensation that never died. However, Jesse did nothing to stop it. 'I deserve it, everything that I get I deserve. He was right, I had a choice, there's always a choice…I deserve this…'
Jessica watched him, holding onto his hand. She knew he was in pain, and not just physical. Whatever Witson had done to him had hurt him far worse then anything Harrison could do to him. He was crying, for the first time since this whole thing had begun, he was crying. They were silent sobs, but they shook his whole body, and Jessica knew it was painful.
"Hush Jesse. It's alright, it's almost over. It's going to be alright…" she whispered into his ear.
"All say it'll be alright," came a seductive yet frightening voice from behind them. Jessica froze and she felt Jesse's hand tighten around hers. The click of heels on tile grew louder as she grew closer and closer, causing Jesse to shudder. He practically jumped off the table when he felt the soft warm skin touch his cold clammy skin.
"Witson has captured another freak my dear," Laura told Jesse, stroking his hair. "He's given Dr. Harrison free rain with you," she bent down closer to Jesse. "We get to start over, run a different test now. You don't have to worry about having your ribs broken or lungs fried, oh no, not now. We have something else in mind, which you're going to enjoy just as much," Laura smiled and leaned in still closer.
She disgusted Jessica, and she could feel Jesse's own fear as well. "What are you going to do to him?" she demanded from her.
"Oh, I think Jesse knows, I think he knows exactly what we're going to do," Laura said, now tracing a line around Jesse's scalp with her finger. "He knows exactly what we're going to do. But before we get to that, we need to take care of the nasty little cut," Now Laura looked up at Jessica and addressed her. "You said you were a trained med tech? By any chance do you know how to do stitches? Dr. Harrison is going to be a while and he told me to stitch our lovely freak closed, if you could help then it'll take less time."
"Fine, as long as we clean the wounds first," Jessica hissed.
The two women set to work, first removing the clamps holding the skin separated. Jessica then cleaned the still bleeding incisions, knowing that they were already infected. Laura started setting up the stitch kits as she called them, and waited for Jessica to get out of the way. Jesse for his part, shut his eyes and bit his lip, trying to keep calm. It took them a half hour to finish, but finally it was over and Jesse could relax slightly.
"How you doing Jess?" Jessica asked as she and Laura washed their hands.
"Can I have some water? Please?" Jesse asked, his throat tight.
Jessica glanced up at Laura, who had no intention of doing anything to help Jesse. "Yes, I'll go get you some, I'll be right back ok?"
Jesse nodded, closing his eyes and letting his head roll to one side. Jessica was afraid to leave him alone with Laura, but right now dehydration wouldn't be any help to the blond man. She'd have to risk it.
"Don't touch him," she hissed at Laura, knowing exactly what the woman would do as soon as Jessica was gone.
"Oh, aren't we a protective little girl? Why so little girl? Afraid that he'll die before you get your chance to get into his pants?" Laura said, leaning closer to her.
"Hah! I just don't want to be the one telling Eckhart that a member of Mutant X is dead before the integration is over," Jessica hissed.
"There's another one. A very cute one from what I hear. More a man then this freak here."
"This freak here is named Jesse, and he's a mutant, like you and me. And at least Jesse is still human," and with that Jessica turned and walked out.
There was silence for a few minuets as Laura pouted and Jesse's mind raced. 'They have Brennan? No! They can't have him, it's not possible. Brennan would never let himself get captured. He's not like me, he's not weak…Oh God, what are they going to do to him?'
Jesse heard Laura laugh behind him. "Oh but they do have him Jesse. Poor, poor Brennan, what are they going to do to him? Well, lets see," Laura said leaning into him, her fingers tracing the now stitched wound. "What would work on an electric element? Shocking him wouldn't do very much, and with his body our agents will be long tired before he'd break. Hmm…maybe we'll make him watch as we cut you open and play with your brain? Or maybe we'll decide to run a few more tests before then," Laura said now brushing her lips against Jesse's.
Jesse turned away from her, anger written all over his face. But she took a hold of his chine and forced him to look at her. Again she pressed her mouth over his, and forced her tongue in. Jesse froze in horror, the straps on his arm and legs keeping him from pushing her away, from saving himself. He felt her hands trace down his body, he felt her at his waistband, pushing it lower.
Jesse's breath started to become ragged. His mind was screaming for her to stop, fear and pain engulfing him. He could feel her hands now lower, on his hips, making their way closer to his thighs, closer to his groin. Her mouth still on his, her tongue still rapping his mouth. Her hands almost at their goal…then she stopped. She pulled away, removed her hands.
"Someone's coming my darling freak, we'll have to finish latter," she said smiling at him, her sick seductive smile, and Jesse turned his head away.