I regain consciousness in what looks like a med bay. My body hurts from it landing hard on the floor of the facility. As I shoot up to examine my surroundings, a woman rushes over and forces me back onto the pillow.

"Easy there, don't hurt yourself," she says.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"You're on the SSV Dragonfire, commanded by commander Thalia Lass," the woman says. "I'm Sasha, by the way. I'm the medical officer of this ship."

"Nice to meet you, I'd introduce myself, but I don't remember my name. I guess you can call me Jane Doe," I respond.

She laughs. "Well Jane, you seem to have a lot to catch up on, although you are in need of a physical. It seems to be around — oh — 150 years since you had one."

I chuckle as she goes to work. I guess poking and prodding never went out of style for doctors. After the exam, Sasha comes back with my results.

"You seem to have few obvious signs of being a lab rat. You're just a little dehydrated and a little thin. How long were you there?" she asks.

"I dunno," I respond. "A couple of months, maybe? I overheard them saying I had the most potential they'd seen in a while. I guess they didn't want to mistreat me as much."

"Same here. Were you ever exposed to any type of radiation in utero?"

"Not that I know of," I say. "Why?"

"I guess that was part of the testing," she mutters to herself. "As far as I can tell, you are what we call a 'biotic'. This means you have telekinetic powers from exposure to element zero. What did they do to you?"

"I'm not quite sure, to be perfectly honest. They used me as a pincushion for their drugs and what not. It was a blue solution of some kind that burned like hell going in." I shiver at the reminder of that feeling.

"That's strange that they didn't give you an implant," Sasha says, rubbing her chin in thought. "Yet from your demonstration, you have fair control over your power. Would you mind if I look a little more?"

"Sure," I say, with a shrug. "Knock yourself out."

"Well, first things first. In order for me to keep going, you may need to shower before I pass out from the smell." She fans her nose and smiles.

"Gee, thanks jerk," I grumble.

I hop into the shower, and am thankful for my first real one in what seems like ages. I breathe a sigh of relief when the water runs clear after running off of my body, as opposed to a murky brown. I grab the soap and proceeded to scrub myself clean. As the bubbles spiral down the drain, I spend a minute just enjoying the hot water, for I don't know if I'll get to feel this good for a while. I shut off the water, grab a towel and wrap it around me. As I re-enter the med bay, I find undergarments and a stretchy unitard. As I pull them on, I'm tickled to find them surprisingly warm.

I sit back down on the bed and try not to get too comfortable. I hear Sasha coming back with her needles, ready to get started.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back from the dead! (Braiiiins...) As I'm on break, I'm working on writing and posting chapters, so I'm hoping to get at least two more up by the end of the month. Thank you all for your support and reviews. A special thanks goes to socratescloset for editing and just being plain awesome. Ships are silly.

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