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"Talking"

This Is Not Your Home


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Six, Approx. Fifteen Minutes After The Crash

Six's entire body felt numb and her head was throbbing. She just managed to crack open her eyes and was once again hit by light that was filtered through her helmet. She glanced down at her hands and managed to make out that they were no longer bound together; at least something had gone her way.

Groaning, Six rolled over and discovered that she was lying on soft sand. Scattered around her were shards that bared little resemblance to shattered glass. The pieces were much bigger and appeared more metal in composition. No wonder she felt like she had bruises all over.

With everything still foggy and her limbs so sluggish it brought her shame, Six eventually managed to drag herself up and prop herself against the husk of the ship. As she sat there she thought; the pain of her wounds beginning to get to her. She wondered if this was the end. If after everything she was finally going to meet her end. She didn't regret anything; she had nothing to regret. No loved ones, no team and no friends were waiting for her to return home. They'd all been swallowed up in the war and for as long as she could remember she'd been alone. Apart from the only two days of her life she remembered before becoming a Spartan; the death of her Father by insurrectionist hands and the death of her Mother by the Covenant.

Nausea suddenly rolled through her, but she was not sick.

The pain began to grow, but she did not cry out.

Instead, her eyes darted around the dry landscape that was occupied by few things. Perhaps this was the placed named Requiem? That had been there intended destination. However, as she took a closer look the things she could see seemed familiar, but she could not place them. Her mind was much too clouded for that.

Six chuckled quietly to herself for no particular reason and sometime afterwards a floating orb appeared above the rolling horizon. It was the strange AI. The orb glided close to her and when it reached her it came to a stop in front of her.

"Your adversary still remains unconscious," the orb began. "Help shall arrive to attend to your wounds soon."

A familiar sound in the distance caused Six to frown, and noticing it the orb spoke to her, "The help I requested. They are primarily human as we have landed on Erde-Tyrere instead of Requiem."

There were many bits of information that stood out to Six in what the orb had just said and some of it didn't sound too good.

The orb made it sound as if the help was not just human, but also alien in origin, which was something she knew could not be possible. All the aliens that they'd come across wanted to kill them and she highly doubted they would even work with innies.

Then there was the fact that they were on a Human planet despite the fact she didn't recognise the name; a fact which she frowned at. There was something off about it and as she looked out over the horizon she noticed it; there was hardly anything there. Most cities usually had high reaching skyscrapers and even places like where she was currently would be occupied by something, be it farmland, parks or housing. But, this appeared to be neither. The colour blue was the only thing she could see apart from the burnt sand that surrounded the surprisingly undamaged ship.

The loud sound of engines she'd heard earlier prevented her from thinking any further and she instead tried to glance around the side of the ship. Six just about managed to catch a glimpse of a few strange military vehicles that she'd never seen before, along with a few less militarised. They looked too old to be anything the UNSC –or anyone- still used and while she thought about it being innies, the thought was quickly dismissed. The inneis were sometimes better equipped than the UNSC led the public to believe and with the war going on, it would only make it easier for them.

Six shifted as the ground beneath her rattled slightly and the sound of very heavy footsteps could be heard. She kept her eyes on where she knew they would appear and soon enough something came into sight.

Only it wasn't what she was expecting.

It was –for lack of a better term- a giant, red and blue robot. Roaming her eyes up and down the giant being she knew that if it decided it wanted to kill her, she wouldn't have much of a chance in her current state. Although there was still a chance she could defeat it, but that depended on how many others there were; perhaps she could outrun it?

The robot seemed to notice her as its gaze dropped and it gave her a look of kindness and sympathy. She wasn't fooled.

Six returned the look with a cold stare before looking at the orb, who looked very interested in the robot. So interested that it floated over to it, maybe she could use it as a distraction to get away? She wasn't usually one to run away from a battle. But, she wasn't a fool when it came to engaging the enemy either.

With her decision made Six began dragging herself onto her feet. She then turned on her active camouflage, which led to a warning message -about the use time on it being halved- appearing. A minute or so would be enough time to put distance between her and the robot, or so she hoped. Turning, Six began to limp away at a fast pace as her leg had been damaged in the crash.

As she left she heard human yelling and glanced back to see human soldiers appear next to the robot and talk to it. The orb was still hovering in the air next to the robot's head before it decided to investigate the soldiers, who appeared a little concerned.

Six turned her attention away from them and settled on seeing if Dot was still functioning, "Dot?"

"Yes, Noble Six?" came the usual calm reply.

"Any damage?"

"No, but I am detecting that you are severely injured and that the armor's cloaking device is not working to optimal standards."

The group of vehicles appeared in her vision and Six quickly climbed into the driver's side of one of the more robust looking ones. There were two other vehicles that looked like they could take a few hits, but she doubted they'd be able to hold her weight and they looked more like civilian transport.

"I know, Dot. Can you connect to any UNSC frequencies?" Six wouldn't lose hope; someone had to be out there.

"Unfortunately I am unable to find any." Six's hope dropped into oblivion and she slumped against the seat. "However, I am detecting multiple frequencies that have little or no security by UNSC standards."

Six sighed, where the hell am I? This is can't be a colony!

She took a shuddering breath before asking Dot to see if she could tap into any of them and send out a distress call. Her request was answered with a yes and dumb AI went to work after mentioning that it could take some time due to her limited capabilities. Although Six wasn't completely satisfied with the answer, she would have to make do.

While Dot looked for anything that would help Six, the Spartan in question decided to think about her options when she was safe. Just as Six started the engine she saw both of the cars transform into giant robots; now she was defiantly glad she didn't jump into one of those. They started towards her, but not wanting to stay with the robots a moment longer Six started the car and swiftly maneuvered down the road. Looking in one of the side mirrors, Six saw the two robots transforming back into cars and speeding after her. She pressed down on the accelerator more and was annoyed when her pursuers didn't fall behind at all.

Then, suddenly the radio crackled to life and a grouchy, rough voice spoke, "pull over, now!"

She glanced down at the radio and debated whether or not to answer, but it was at that point that she noticed a very large military looking base coming up on her left. Six debated over what kind of base it really was and when she realised she was getting nowhere soon, she pulled into it when it came up. Six knew it was a mistake when she saw even more old looking vehicles lined up on the asphalt and the robots continued following her; as if they held no fear towards the base.

Wincing from her wounds she began to make a U-turn when one of the robots transformed and grabbed onto the front of her vehicle. With it looking more likely that she'd have to try and fight them off, she made her decision.

As quick as she could, Six jumped out of the vehicle and began running up to the black robot. Without warning a giant metal hand struck out with the intention to grab her, but she swiftly dodged it. Pain shot through her with the movement and she promptly ignored it. With adrenaline pulsating through her veins, she jumped onto the black robot that had grabbed her vehicle. As she began jumping up the robot's arm it tried to shake her off when the other one yelled at it.

"Ironhide! Do not harm her!"

The one called 'Ironhide' grumbled back, "you wouldn't be saying that if she was trying to claw your optics out."

His other arm reached around and managed to grab her bad leg before she could move it. She hissed in pain before the robot placed her on the ground and pinned her down with its hand.

"Primus, she's heavy," it grumbled. "Do you thing Doc."

"Well I would, but your hand is in my way," the other –green- robot grumbled.

"The femme will run away if I move."

"'The femme' can hear you, toasters," Six snarled, pushing at the robot's hand. It wasn't the best idea as it made her chest hurt more.

The green robot looked at her, "do not strain yourself! You're in bad shape."

"Get off me!" Six snarled, pushed harder despite the pain.

"Will you run if I do?" Ironhide rumbled, its metallic face sending her a glare.

"What do you think?!"

The green robot persisted, "we need to heal-"

"No!" Six interrupted him. She pushed even harder against Ironhide's hand and kept going even with the light-headedness and dizziness that was flooding into her. Her teeth were ground together in pain, as she discovered with each push that the back of her ribs were slightly damaged and the skin bruised.

"I don't need help from a damn alien!"

Ironhide's hand lifted a little for just a second, but that was all Six needed. Grinning in satisfaction she rolled away from the hand and catching a deep breath she slowly started backing away. The two robots mirrored her movements by slowly taking steps towards her; the one named Ironhide appearing more irritated than the green one.

Footsteps padded around behind her and she realised that they were undoubtedly human. She read off at least a dozen contacts on her radar and then added more as a blue and red truck came speeding into the base. Six knew that the truck was one of the robots and her thoughts were confirmed when it transformed after a human and the orb materialised from inside it. Six tensed up as she curled her hands into fists and lowered herself into a fighting stance; ready to fight her way out.

When the transformation finished Six noticed that it was the red one who'd appeared so kind. She inwardly snorted at the idea of an alien being kind.

Suddenly another wave of dizziness hit her, but it was much stronger than before and Six felt herself stumble. She tried to clear her head but the dizziness wouldn't go away and the pain of her wounds only increased.

Six looked up and saw a human stood in by the robots along with the orb, which was starting to float towards her. As it did, the robots and single human looked slightly worried about something to do with her. Frowning, she glanced down only to have her eyebrows shoot up –and cause her more pain- in shock at what she saw.

Just above her hip was a huge burnt mess. It was a mix of the bubbled black of the undersuit with the pink of her flesh just appearing in a few spots where the undersuit had thinned out. The only feeling she got from the area was surprisingly just a bit of discomfort. The nerve endings are probably burnt out, Six thought wearily.

"Reclaimer," the orb said. "You need medical attention, that I-"

"You requested it from an organisation that I don't even know!" Six glared at the robots and the human, turning to the side to see the other humans behind her. "Why would I trust them?" Why would I trust you?

"Noble Six," Dot's voice came through the internal speakers. "I have managed to tap into the numerous 'NEST' frequencies in the area, and all a currently consistent with their claims to heal you. I've also found that we are on Earth, but the date appears to be incorrect."

All Six heard was the word Earth; the rest didn't matter. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't comprehend it. Aliens had found Earth. Everything the UNSC had sacrificed had been for nothing. It was...impossible. Her whole body felt numb despite the pain she was feeling.

"Noble Six?" Dot questioned, "I believe the date is of importance."

"What's it saying Dot?" Six asked as she snapped out of her daze and turned off her external speakers. She doubted anything the AI would say could give comfort to the fact that there were aliens on Earth. Did the UNSC know about this? She had to tell someone, let someone know!

She was not ready for what the AI had to say next.

"According to what I have found the date appears to be two thousand and eight."

The words hit her with the force of a supernova. Six knew the AI wasn't wrong as they rarely were, if at all. But, it was for that reason that Six was worried. If she was indeed in the year two thousand and eight then what did that mean? How could she get back? And what about these aliens? They weren't around in the future and the Covenant was defiantly Humanity's first contact with an alien race. Did that mean she was somewhere else entirely? She recalled the device she'd found in the ship and what had happened after she'd activated it; did that have something to do with it? Had it somehow sent her to another place? After all slip-space was made up of multiple dimensions, did that somehow have any bearing on her current predicament? She'd heard of the odd case of people disappearing because of slip-space, but she couldn't recall anyone that had returned. Did that mean that she wouldn't be able to return to the fight? And did it also mean that she would never know the outcome of the war?

Six squeezed her fists tighter, knowing that she wouldn't be there, fighting to the very end. She knew that humanity wouldn't survive the Covenant, unless some miracle happened, because the Covenant was just too strong.

She'd lost more than a team today. It was a chilling thought and Six knew that now was not the time to mull over it.

Thanking the AI she turned her external speakers on and caught the tail end of something the soldier had been saying to her.

"-trust us because we want to help you." He appeared legitimately truthful and Six now knew that they were speaking the truth. She had no time to pick and choose the people she wanted to trust and only hoped that these people weren't on the wrong side of the law.

Sighing she spoke words that she hoped she would never regret, "I'll go with you." For now.

The soldier who'd been prepared for rejection looked taken aback. He stumbled on his words before managing to speak to her, disbelief stark in his voice, "You will?"

She nodded, relaxing her stance in order to reinforce her words.

"Follow Ratchet –I'll have someone escort you- and we'll bring in the other guy from your ship."

"You would be better off killing him," Six snapped, a wooziness working it's into her, but she promptly ignored it. "He'll do the same to you, if he wakes up."

He gave her a dubious look. "Why would he kill us?"

"You're Human."

"What's that got to do with it?" He started confused, "We've never-"

She started forwards aggressively, accentuating each word with a forceful step. "His. Kind. Despise. Humans. They-" she stopped a moment, her breath coming short and her vision blurring as everything became tilted.

Swallowing air she continued on, somewhat less energetic, "they hate us and won't be happy until we're wiped off the face of the universe. S…Still…"

Her legs began to give out and the tilted floor rose up to embrace her.

"Want….to…"

Her vision became more blurred and darkness crept at the edge of her vision. "Risk…?"

Six lost all feeling in her body and her warning was left incomplete. She vaguely registered her legs bucking even more and getting closer to the floor. She felt lighter than air and as darkness encompassed her vision the last thing she registered was Dot calling her.

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Will Lennox

Concern and confusion worked their way into Will as he watched the large armored being crumple to the floor. She –he assumed it was a she because of its feminine voice- didn't move from her spot, and no one knew if she was either unconscious or playing a game with them because of the armor. Not even Ratchet could get a scan through it; he'd said that something appeared to be blocking it. Suddenly, something happened that gave everyone an answer, but also made them even more cautious.

"Noble Six is in need of immediate medical attention," a synthetic and relatively emotionless voice said. The voice came from the armor, as if there were two people inside of it. But, it seemed less human and uncaring except for a small hint of concern.

"Right," Will muttered, almost speechless. "Ratchet, you know what to do."

The green Cybertronian walked over to the armored figure and picked her up, "I'll need to be left alone." He glanced down at the figure that seemed to weigh considerably in his hands. "I'll probably need a pair of experienced Human hands."

"I'll have someone meet you at the Med Bay," Will confirmed. "We'll bring the other to you as soon as we can."

"I will make sure they are kept apart," Ratchet growled as he strolled off. The last thing being heard was the synthetic voice.

"In order to ensure optimal medical care is provided, specialised tools are required to remove the armor." Nothing else was heard as Ratched sped up, grumbling the whole way.

After the mech had disappeared Will radioed in for a medic to get down to Ratchet's Med Bay; of which the medic was slightly nervous about. Will knew there wasn't much he could do at the moment, as the only thing they could do was ensure that the two from the crash survived. He wasn't completely sure about the ship as the strange floating orb had told them very little.

Speak of the devil, Will thought as the orb came floating over to him. Time to get some answers.

"I want some answers," He insisted as it came to a stop in front of him. "And I want them now."

"Of course Human, I shall tell you all that I can." Came the ever gleeful reply.

"Who're you?" he asked, deciding to start with a simple question.

"I am five-three-seven Guardian's Approach, Monitor of Outpost zero-seven," it said simply.

So much for simple, Will sighed. He had no idea what it was taking about. Ironhide and Optimus both shifted their stances slightly as they stared at the being that had decided to call them 'hybrids'. Will wasn't sure what to do with the orb after he'd gained all the information he needed. Hell, he didn't even know what to do with the other two when they recovered.

"Should that mean something to me?" He asked.

"The Reclaimer did appear confused like you, but seeing as she blew up my outpost there is no need to explain its function anymore."

"Sounds like my kind of femme," Ironhide commented. "If she's not trying to offline me," he added not so silently.

Will raised an eye brow, "She blew it up? Just like that?"

"She was given the option to use it kill her enemies who she believed would gain knowledge from my outpost." It sounded slightly perturbed at this, "this is something that does not suit Humanity."

"Why'd you say that?"

The orb –which had been floating around them- came to a stop and positioned itself in front of Will.

"Because it is us who know you the most."

The way it was said made it seemed like there would be no more talk on that subject. And given that Will had no idea what its capabilities were, he decided to change to a subject that –he hoped- was safer.

"Why did you call these guys 'hybrids'?" Will gestured at Optimus and Ironhide.

"I did not refer to them as just 'hybrids', I referred to them as Ancilla Hybrids," it corrected.

"Guardian, right? Why call them that?" Will asked again, shortening the orb's name as it was much too long to constantly repeat.

Guardian twitched slightly at the name, "they are similar to an Ancilla but there is something much more different about them." Guardian hovered in front of Optimus' chest, "something here. It is as if they are like a living organism. However, the idea is preposterous as nothing akin was ever discovered by my makers." Guardian floated away as if dismissing the idea, before it addressed Optimus.

"Who are your makers?"

Will looked up at Optimus and found that the Prime wasn't that insulted by Guardian's conviction.

"It was the All Spark that gave us life," Optimus said calmly and simply.

"This is most interesting, which part of the universe do you come from? Perhaps that is why my makes never encountered you," Guardian paused for a second. Before anyone could answer he continued, "but, that would mean your kind was never was never catalogued and you would not exist, unless you came from outside the range of the Halo Array. Even that reached beyond where we had travelled…"

"The what Array?" Will was getting more confused by the second.

Guardian didn't say anything for a second, but when it did it appeared to have had an idea.

"This is not good," Guardian sounded doubtful. "I must find the Reclaimer, she has something."

Without another word Guardian whizzed off in what they all knew was the direction of Ratchet's Med Bay. Will cast a concerned glance up to the Autobots and found that both had similar look on their faces.

"Ratchet doesn't like visitors does he?" Will asked, somewhat hopeful that the answer would be yes.

"No," Ironhide mummed. "He hates them."

"Then let us hurry," Optimus rumbled before the three of them ran all the way to Ratchets Med Bay. Will yelled out orders for everyone and as well as telling them to expect another arrival.

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Noble Six

Six woke up for the second time that day in pain. She didn't move as she discovered that she was no longer wearing her helmet. She could hear talking, but couldn't quite make it out what was being said. Her vision was blurred and was making it difficult to see anything.

Vibrations across the surface she was lying on brought her out of her internal log. Six closed her eyes, remained very still and kept her breathing steady as if she were still unconscious. When she thought the cause of the vibrations was near her, she opened her eyes and grabbed the arm of someone who was knelt next to her.

A short yelp came from the person, which was followed by a flustered, "woah! Hold on! Hold on! You need to remain still!"

Six narrowed her eyes and focused them on the brown haired woman kneeling next to her. She eyed the catheter in the woman's gloved hand and then the uniform, which had familiar letters stitched into it. When she thought about it, information came flooding back and she relaxed a little; the woman was with 'NEST'. She would comply; for the moment.

When Six let go of the woman's hand she gave a thankful look, "the name's Catherine Jones, but everyone just calls me 'Legs'. It's 'cause I'm so tall and mostly legs, but that what makes tall people tall really. So…what about you?"

Six smirked at the nervous woman, "Six or Spartan, take your pick."

"Those aren't names," Catherine said, frowning. "You've gotta have a real one."

"Spartan-Bee-Three-One-Two," Six said seriously.

Catherine sighed, "maybe the Major will get it out of you. I'm going to need to sedate you," she held up the catheter, "so we can fix you."

Six gave the catheter a dubious look; she doubted its contents would be able to knock her out. Catherine noticed the look raised a brow at Six.

"What's wrong?"

Six lent forwards and reached for the black case on her leg. As she did so Catherine held up her gloved hands –one still holding the catheter- and attempted to push her back down with one hand. It was a futile attempt as Six was a Spartan.

"You need to lie still," she protested. "Ratchet will blow a…tailpipe? No that's not it…. gasket, that's it. I'm still getting used to the Autobot's, have you met any aliens?"

"Many." Six pulled out a small metal case.

"Really? What're they like?" She eyed the case curiously.

Six handed her the case and replied bluntly, "too busy killing them to find out."

Catherine's eyes widened as she took the case and opened it. Before she could ask what the contents was Six told her.

"Polypseudomorphine, the amber one will knock me out for a few hours, use that," Six explained, lying back down.

"Oh," Catherine murmured as she closed the case and moved away.

A few moments later she came back and tried to examine the wound on Six's abdomen. She frowned a bit and looked back at Six.

"I guess knocking you out will be easier after Ratchet gets you out of your armor. Where do you feel pain?" She asked.

"Not there," Six indicated to the right side of her abdomen where the large burn was. "But here," she pointed to the gashes on her face. "Here," she pointed to her leg. "Here," She circled her over her chest. "And here," she tried to indicate to the back of her ribs.

"Well, I'll clean up what I can," Catherine nodded before she proceeded to clean up the gashes on Six's face without a word. Six inwardly snorted at the fact that the woman was scared of her because she killed aliens; if only she knew.

Just as Catherine finished up stitching up the gashes –after applying local anaesthetic- the orb came bursting through the large door with two robots and human hot on its tail.

With two clanging thuds the one named Ratchet turned around, not looking very happy. A large wrench was clutched in his tight grip.

"I believe I mentioned that I was to be left alone," he growled.

"I'm sorry old friend, but Guardian's Approach insisted on seeing the human," Optimus rumbled sincerely.

Ratchet eyed the orb with irritation, "If he doesn't leave, there won't be a human to see."

"You're overreacting," Six growled, her eyes narrowed at Ratchet.

He snorted and gave her no further attention. Instead he turned on Guardian's Approach, "whatever you want from her can wait. She's my patient."

"This does not concern you, Hybrid," Guardian snarled in a degrading tone. "The Reclaimer took something."

Six looked down to the object Guardian was talking about and sighed. Leaning forwards she pulled it off her leg –ignoring Catherine's protests- and before Ratchet could snap back a comment, she held it up to Guardian.

"This?"

If orb's could smile, Six was sure Guardian would have. A blue light then stretched from his eye piece and curled around the object.

"My thanks Reclaimer." Was all Guardian said before leaving room and everyone in it confused.

The big red robot looked down at Six and asked, "what was the device you gave Guardian?"

Six shrugged, "something the..." what was their name? "…Forerunners created?"

"This race is not familiar to you?" he asked.

"No."

"So you really are human," it was more of a statement than a question from the soldier who was sat on Ironhide's shoulder.

She eyed them both wearily, "Yes."

His brows knitted together in confusion, but before he could say more Ratchet ushered them all out the room.

When they'd all left Ratchet came over to her with three metal tools. They were all chunky around the middle, but at each end they were a different thin shape. She assumed that he'd somehow managed to get the measurements from her armor, as Dot didn't carry that kind of information. He placed the tools down gently by Catherine and returned to his work bench.

"Get her out of the armor and get her prepared." Being all he said.

"Right," Catherine mumbled. "Hopefully this won't take long…"

The process didn't take as long as Six thought, as Catherine managed to steadily work her way down the armor. Each piece came off Six with relative ease. It seemed Ratchet was competent enough to manage to build the tools to the exact size, a feat which made Six suspicious.

When all the pieces had been removed –which only took a few minutes- Catherine could just about push them into a neat pile that was out of the way.

Of course the whole thing was done in silence.

"Urmmm, Ratchet?" the yellow robot turned around at the sound of his name.

"What?" He grumbled.

Catherine swallowed, "I think you can scan her now."

Ratchet said nothing as he acted on the woman's words. A faint blue yellow light shot from him to Six before it was gone after a few seconds. The light seemed to bring a small tingling sensation with it that left Six scowling in suspicion.

"Bruised ribs at the back, some internal bleeding, numerous burns that appear to have been caused by….plasma? And a small crack in the right tibia," Ratchet listed before something else seemed to get his attention. His face snapped up and he looked right at her.

"What did you do to yourself?"

"It's called war," Six sneered.

"I'm not talking about the wounds," he growled. "What did you do to your body?!"

Realisation struck her and Six gave a low chuckle, "oh that? It's classified."

"Why you-"

"Urmm, excuse me? Ratchet?" Catherine cut in nervously. "Maybe you should talk to the Major about this after we've fixed her?"

"Yes," he said steely, eyeing Six. "We'll be having words later."

"Don't kid yourself Doc," Six snarked while Ratchet walked away muttering things about dangerous modifications.

"I'm going to need you to remove the suit carefully, please," Catherine said softly, tapping the thick black material. "I'll get the rest of the stuff while you do."

Six nodded in acknowledgement and while Catherine moved away to grab some items, she gently slipped herself out of her undersuit. It stuck a few times to some of the wounds she'd gathered over the hours of battling, but it did eventually come off with little pain. Six placed the undersuit next to her and on the cool metal, of which she was lying on.

"I'm sorry, but this is going to be a skeleton operation. It wouldn't be so bad if we were at the Human Med Bay, but they insisted on bringing you here," Catherine sighed as she propped up a small IV drip. There was a single bag of clear coloured liquid currently hanging from it.

Catherine pointed to a small silver bag, "do you know your blood type?"

Six pulled off her dog tag that hung around her neck and threw it at Catherine.

"So you're oh-negative? Good," she muttered to herself as she undid the bag and quickly pulled out a pouch of dark red blood. "I'm just going to-"

"Just do it." Six waved her along irritably, which made the woman hurry up.

When the drip was finally connected to her, Six began leaning back when Catherine stopped her again. Scowling at the woman she waited until a pillow was placed under her head, before she finally reclined back.

"Ratchet? I'm just going to sedate her," Catherine called over to the 'Bot. She then gently injected the substance Six had given her earlier. The Spartan in question watched as the clear liquid was injected into her blood stream. She found the sensation strange a first, as if water was running into her body, but it soon went away. It was a few moments later that Six found herself becoming more and more numb until she fell into unconsciousness for the third time that day.

I better not wake up in pain, again.


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