Emma woke startled. Franticly she opened her mind and looked around.

Shalimar and Brennan were back, they were tired and tense. Adam was worried, tense and tired. And Jesse…Jesse was blissfully asleep. He was alive.

Emma breathed a great sigh of relief as she put on a pair of sweat pants. Calmly, but with hast, she headed for the lab. She wanted to see for herself that Jesse was alright, that the hart monitor was still beeping away.

When she got there, she was happy to see that Adam, Shalimar or Brennan wasn't hovering. The lab was dim, not dark, but dim so it wouldn't hurt Jesse's eyes. Jesse was stretched out on the table, pale, sickly, and weak, but alive. The only color he had came from the y-incision that had hints of red out lining it.

"Oh thank God," Emma said softly studying him.

The blanket that had been covering him had slipped off to the floor, showing that the paleness wasn't just on his chest. 'A bad sign,' Emma though as she went to retrieve the blanket. As she got closer to Jess she noticed that on the inner thigh of his right leg a blue-ish, green-ish mark stood out. It was about the shape and the size of three fingers pressing on something and all very strange to Emma.

'What the hell could that be,' she asked herself as she traced it with her finger.

A flash of color greeted her as she unexpectedly entered Jesse's mind. It was hard to get past the pain at first but soon she broke fear into the fear and panic. Once through that she got into the anger, the grief, then confusion and then to round it all off the pain was back. But that was the last of the basic emotions, and soon she was in Jesse's head.

She'd never been good at this, 'reading minds.' The mind never showed her the memory, it showed her the feeling and the feeling sometimes was clear and strong enough that she could see a picture. She kind of hoped that she wouldn't be able to see what Jesse was trying to tell her, words always hurt her less then direct contact.

Alas though, it was not to be so.

The feeling she got was one of her least favorite, in fact it was one of her most hated…violation…. It was so strong, and so focused that the picture Emma saw was better the HD.

A woman leaned over top of Jesse, dark hair fall into his face. She rubbed her fingers along Jesse's abs, and spoke to him in a false, motherly voice, "Welcome back, my little Freak."

Jesse shivered at the touch, and tried to pull away. He was disgusted, afraid and he couldn't move.

He tired to talk, but failed and the woman laughed. A soft, seductive sound that made Jesse's insides turn. "Don't worry my little Freak," she said as she rustled his hair, "Dr. Harrison will be with you shortly."

A blur, blind panic and a new focused.

She was touching him again, pressing the small sensor pads; first on his neck, then his chest, and then his stomach. But her hands didn't stop there; they traced a path down to his waist, under the waistband of his pants.

There were voices, then she patted Jesse's leg and turned to leave.

Flashes, haze…gave way to voices.

"Hello my darling Freak. How are you doing? What? Cat has your tongue? That's alright, I like the silent types." She leaned over him, her lips brushing agents his.

Desperate, get away, no… her hand was holding his head in place. "Oh, don't worry Freak; I don't bite on the first kiss." She pressed her lips against his. Anger, he spat in her face.

Stunned, she laughed, and smacked his face. Yanked his head up, by his hair, he had no choice but to look at her. "You can spit, so that means you can talk. Harrison will be thrilled to hear that. So now we can resume the testing." She let his head fall, and kissed him once more.

Emma pulled out of the series, but she was sure there was more in there, stumbling back, back to herself.

As the world came back into focused Emma could feel the tears in her eyes.

"Bitch…" it was the only thing she could think to say. "Bitch," she said again, clutching her hands into fists so tight, he nails dug into her palms.

"Em…" came a harsh whisper.

Emma looked over to see Jesse awake, barely. His eyes were soft and full of concern for the younger woman. He held out his hand as much as he could and she took it gently.

"Ok…I'm…ok," he said haggardly, like even those little words coasted him precious energy and air.

"Jesse…" Emma said softly, tears in his eyes. He had no idea what she's seen, he thought that she was upset because he was hurt. Or maybe he did know what she was thinking. Looking into his blue eyes Emma didn't know.

"You want me to get Adam?" she asked, because it was something to say, something to fill the silence and something to do. Right now that was all she wanted, something to do so she would have to see Jesse's memories over and over again and live with the knowledge of what had been done…what might have been.

"Don't…" Jesse said quickly, too quickly for it used more air then he had, so it took a moment for him to speak again, "focus on what ifs…don't." He could feel his eyes closing, and he was too weak to fight it. Emma held his hand and watched him drift off.

'He isn't dead, she didn't hurt him...to much,' Emma told herself, but it was hard to believe by looking at him.

Emma walked into the kitchen where Adam was filling Shalimar and Brennan in on Jesse's condition. "Adam," she called from the doorway.

"Hey Em," Shal said softly, a smile forming on her lips that didn't reach her eyes.

"Emma, what are you doing up?" Adam asked studying her, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Em sighed as she headed over to Brennan, who had held out a hand for her. "I just…there was a minuet that I thought Jesse had…I went to check on Jess. He woke up briefly," Em said, rubbing her head.

"That's good, he woke up sooner then I thought," Adam said, some of the stress easing out of his voice. "I think I'll go and check on him. You three get something to eat and stay put," Adam said as he got up to leave.

"Adam," Emma called, "He's having a little trouble breathing. He tired to speak and he couldn't catch his breath."

Adam nodded, "That's normal, I'd be amazed if he could speak well. Thanks Emma, and I mean it you three, eat." With that Adam was gone.

Shalimar sighed and stood. "What do you want?' she asked going to the fridge.

"I can't eat," Brennan said, "I think I'm just goanna go to bed."

"Yeah, I agree. But I'm going to wait to see Jess first," Shal said, closing the fridge and facing the others. Her eyes flicked over her teammates, studying them. Brennan was tired, sore, and really needed some rest. Emma was distant, troubled, something was bothering her. "What's the matter Em?" Shal asked.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong? What's got you thinking so hard?"

"And I thought I was suppose to be the one to read emotions," Emma said as she rubbed her head.

"Spill girl."

Emma looked at the others; she didn't know what to say. Part of her wanted to tell them what she learned. But the other part wanted to leave it up to Jesse. "I got a hit off Jess…I just... it scared me."

"How so?" Brennan asked, giving her a slight squeeze.

"What happened, what might have happened…I guess I'm just still freaked out that we almost lost him."

"You and me both," Brennan said reassuringly. "But he's ok now." Brennan stood and gave each girl a hug. "I'm off to bed."

"Night Bren," Emma chimed, sinking into his now vacant chair.

Shal gave him a smile, but her attention was completely on Emma. Once she was sure Brennan was gone she took the seat next to her and gently touched her shoulder. Emma looked up at Shal, and Shal didn't like the look in her eyes. "What aren't you telling me Em? What's really wrong?"

Normally Em would deny anything was wrong, but now she was worried, tired, and just plan upset. She took a deep breath and told Shal everything that she'd seen.