Jesse was coming back to himself in a whirl wind. He was teetering on the edge of consciousness but he already new that he was bond eagle spread to a bed, he'd been striped to his boxers, and there was someone else near him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he opened his eyes, instantly regretting it. Even the small amount of dim light that reached him hurt his head and Jesse groaned as the aches and pain the marred his body made themselves known.

His right shoulder felt sprained, his chest was tight and it hurt to breath. He doubted that he'd be able to get enough air in his lungs to phase. Even if he could breath though, the pain in his head was so over powering that it nearly rendered him senseless. Besides that, he was cold and his limbs ached from being stretched. The only good thing that he could determine was that he hadn't been bitten.

His internal assessment done, he began careful looking around. He had now grown a costume to the light and was able to make out object, though the details were iffy. He was being held in a basement or a boiler room. Somewhere where there was a lot of pipes at least. There was junk that cluttered the floor and Jesse swore he could hear rats close by as well as the sound of mouse traps snapping shut. There was also the sound of even breathing coming from just left of the foot of the bed.

Slowly, so as not to cause anymore pain in his head, Jesse turned his gaze to where the sound was coming from and he was terrified by the sight that greeted him. There, hanging from the ceiling was Brennan. The older man had also been stripped to his boxers, and it was clear that he had been in a fight. There were bruises on his torso and worse yet, a bite mark on his neck. Jesse knew that, even though Brennan was awake, he was paralyzed by the venom.

"So'kay Bren…." Jesse mumbled slightly locking eyes with the element. "So'kay…." He repeated, trying to over some hope.

Brennan's eye lids fluttered, his only way of acknowledging Jesse, all the while wanting to scream that it wasn't. Jesse had been unconscious when the bastard had dragged them here. He had been unconscious as they were bound and stripped. He hadn't been forced to watch at the thing molested both of them or as the rats had climbed over Jesse's still body.

He hadn't been force to wait, and wonder if he was alive. It wasn't alright, it wasn't going to be alright, but Brennan understood that Jesse was trying. He was looking outside his own situation, his own, obvious, pain and trying to reassure Brennan. And for that Brennan was grateful.

Jesse fell silent, not knowing what to say, and not trusting his throat enough to speak. He was thirsty, and his throat felt like it was closing in on itself. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about what was going to happen to him and Brennan.

He didn't have long to wonder though, the sound of footsteps were coming down the hall….

The cockpit of the small private jet was silent. Adam started absent mindedly out into the distance, only half focused on the instruments. Emma sat next to him, the faithful companion, and tried not to drown in the overwhelming fear that was radiating from her mentor.

"Adam, please, just tell me what you're thinking," she pleaded, a hand going to her temple. She was drowning in him and had been since they had left the convention in the rented jet. Maybe even before that. It had been three hours since Shalimar called and told them the terrible news. Three hours since a past secret came to light and the fear and dread took hold. Never before had Emma ever seen Shalimar or Adam so panicked, and it scared her deeply. And now, with Adam's distracted silence and the emotion radiating from him in such a confined space, she was so close to overloading.

Adam looked over at her, a bit startled to be reminded of her presences and sighed an apology. "I'm sorry Emma, I know it's hard on you, but I can't stop thinking about the last time."

"I know, but just tell me what happened before I lose my mind please," Emma said, a little more harshly then she had wanted.

Adam didn't notice, or if he did, didn't care. "The last time Jesse was raped and strangled," the mentor said in a chocked voice.

Emma breathed sharply, she had known this from the earlier conversation with Shalimar, but it still was hard to hear. "There's something else isn't there?" she pushed after a moment.

Adam nodded, adjusted something on the instrument panel and then continued, "When Shalimar brought him back to me he was wild. He…it was as if he had lost his mind. It was understandable after what had happened, but it was still...indescribable. He was in the same state that we found him when we pulled him out of Genomex. But as always, Jess was able to pull his mind off the brink. It took some time, and a lot of convincing but I managed to get him to believe he was safe."

"What happened Adam, after he calmed down?" Emma pushed, sensing there was more.

Adam was silent for a few minuets, trying to voice the horror that was clouding his mind. There was no right way to say what he knew, so he decided to be blunt, "He told me what was done to him."

"The rape?"

"Not just that, but the…" here Adam stumbled to find the right word, "torture. His mind wasn't pushed so close to the edge because of the attack or almost dieing, it was pushed so close to the edge because of what the bastard made him do while he was helpless."

There was a brief silence as Emma waited for him to continue, and when he didn't she prompted, "What was he forced to do?"

"Not all of the blood I found on Jesse was his."

Emma cringed at that statement.

"Leaving without me?" Sam asked as he limped his way into the hanger. He had traded his tailored shirt for one of Jesse's old t shirts, hoping that it would be more comfortable against the bandage on his neck.

Shalimar looked him over taking in the pale complexion, the slightly glazed eyes and the determined set to his face. "Sam…"

"No Shalimar, I'm coming. I've been saving Jesse's butt a lot longer then you have and I'm not going to let him down now."

Shalimar let the ghost of a smile play at her lips, she had always like Sam better then any of Jesse's other's boy friends. "I was going to say Sam you can come, but you have to stay in the Helix. He's going to smell the blood and that'll give us away. Besides, you're still sluggish and that could be costly."

Sam just nodded, not wanting to argue with the already tense feral and took his spot in the co-pilot seat next to Shalimar. Once they were settled and the engines had been started, Shalimar eased the Helix out of the hanger into the air.

It took only an half hour for them to reach the same ally where they had last seen Brennan and Jesse and then only a few minuets more for Shalimar to pick up the sent.

"Let's go save our boys," she breathed before she took off.

Brennan had to close his eyes. He couldn't stand the sight of It on top of Jesse. Just hearing the younger man's plaintive moans and whimpers were bad enough.

"I want you…" Brennan heard him hiss and it was accompanied by a strangled gasp from Jesse.

"Na…na…noooo…." Jesse panted as he struggled a best he could with the weight of his attacker on him and the throbbing of his head. Nimble fingers stroked Jesse to hardness while a rough tongue was forced into his mouth. Jesse could feel panic rising in him and his struggles grew more fierce.

With out warning It stopped and climbed off of Jesse, a satisfied hiss on his lips. He looked down at the blond enjoying the flush look on his checks and the fear that radiated from him. "I want you….but later…play with the other first…."