Chapter 2

The lithe body of the genius blond was shaking, begging her to run, to blow of this stupid plan, but she couldn't. It was her fault alone that she was in this place and she had to live with the consequences, no matter how repulsive, how gruesome they were. She had to keep going. For them and for her or everything she'd worked for in the last years would fall into pieces.

She was lying on her cot in her room, that resembled a cell more than an actual living quarter. It was funny, considering that she was supposed to be free now.

She sighed. Freedom... Such a big word, but could anyone actually grasp what it really meant? That word was empty for her. An ideal nobody could accomplish no matter how hard they tried. Feeling free was a lie. There was always at least one rule, one person, one boundary that tainted the illusion to be able to think and do what you want. The only difference was that for some the rules, the boundaries were more lenient than for others.

You just had to decide which lie was the most convenient for you and then fit in if you are lucky. The moment the doctor had decided to find the truth, to build her own freedom was the moment her live had fallen apart. Things were difficult then, but she had always felt like she was making a difference like she could change something, but then Nadia happened. It had started as one of her many flings. She never had time for anything serious, never willing to be bound, but the curly haired beauty conquered her heart with her big smile and made her rethink her life. She'd been totally smitten by the photographer, she felt...free... For the first time. They had met in one of the hardest times of her life. Nadia met Lauren. The doctor, the healer, the researcher. Gone were Karen, Marian, Lucy and Ellis. Lauren was left. The military doctor who went from Afghanistan to the Congo, far away from her problems.

What was meant as an escape ended in her servitude to the Fae, changing everything she ever stood for. First she had been disgusted by herself for throwing away all she was, but when first a small and then a bigger part started to accept and partially even liked her position in the Fae world she feared she had finally lost herself.

By now she didn't know anymore who she was. Was she part of the human world or of the Fae? Was she an illusionist or a fool? A liar or truth seeker? A revolutionist or a rebel?

A healer or a killer...?

Her insides clenched, her head got dizzy and she felt like she'd throw up again. The images of this afternoon were painstakingly burned into her brain. Everytime she closed her eyes she saw the scene replaying over and over again, taunting her, torturing her. Instinctively her hand grabbed for her necklace only to not find it there. Nervously she brushed her hands through her damp hair instead. She needed another shower, she still felt dirty, just wanted to get rid of that feeling, but the only result was her skin being red and burning from the scrubbing.

„What have I got myself into?" she sighed. Silent tears were running down her face when she was rocking her body back and forth, a stuffed Penguin tightly in her arms. It still smelled like Bo and was the only thing that managed to keep her at least partially together. Thinking about her girlfriend (ex girlfriend?) shot a pang through her heart. She had to, there was no other way she told herself over and over again, but it still hurt like hell.

It wasn't the first time for her to cut ties to get things done and it wasn't the first time either for her to infiltrate an organization, but she never had been so alone before. When she fucked up this was it. No one to save her or the mission . Her plan had to work. For once she hopped she didn't overestimate her skills.

She was a genius, a scientist, a healer and perfectionists when it came to hiding emotions and faking ones. She always had a plan, knew how to use her resources, she could build a fucking bomb from a paperclip and a rubber band (almost... she wasn't McGuyver afterall), but when it came to brute force she was absolutely out of her field. Deliberating hurting others was her weak spot and only her last resort. She had always sworn to never willingly taking lives...

A fresh sat of memories flashed in front of her eyes and the nausea finally won. There wasn't anything left in her stomach, but she kept throwing up bile. Her insides were burning, her body heaving the little rest of liquid out of her body.

When she decided to get an inside look of Tafts „work" she had never imagined the gigantic scale of this decision.

She didn't trust Isaac. He may have been nice and charming all the time, but whenever he smiled there was this spark, a tiny blink in his eye that scared her. It was only there for a second or two filled with a tint of craziness.

He had been very forthcoming and a little too... nice for her taste, but she used it for her advantage. Maybe she wasn't a succubus, but she knew the effect she had on people. She knew that she was attractive though, she wasn't reminded of that in the last years. There wasn't any Fae that looked at her like that. She was chattel, human and the ward of the Ash. Even IF somebody had been interested in her, nobody dared to say so fearing the wrath of their leader.

She'd be lying when she said that she didn't enjoy the attention. It was refreshing to talk to someone... equal... for once. Somebody who respected her, understood her work and the big accomplishments she achieved. But the more they had talked, the tighter her gut clenched. He never said it aloud, but she knew. She knew that he knew about the Fae. It wasn't difficult to realise that whatever Dr. Taft was working on was a dangerous territory. She needed to stop him or the consequences could be provoking a war in the worst case.

That's why she was here. Without backup, without anyone knowing in this big clusterfuck that could start a war. everything in her hoped for Bo and Kenzi to find the clues she subconsciously left behind, even though she doubted it. Why should they help her? She broke Bo's heart, but Bo was still Bo. Trustworthy, through and through loyal, a hero, but unfortunately often oblivious to many things, though she would pull through her plan. Like hell she would be waiting like a good damsel in distress for her succubus on a white horse in shining armor. No, this was it. This was her way to show those... those stupid Fae what a single human woman was capable of.

When she entered the facility yesterday she was in awe. She had worked in many laboratories before, high class and makeshift ones, brick buildings and tents, big halls and tiny basements.

She had to find out were the money came from. Equipment and facilities like these were expensive and she highly doubted that the government or any official corporation were funding this project.

Her first day was very uneventful. Isaac was showing her the basics, never leaving her side for a minute. He seemed proud when he talked about his project, but on the same time he seemed totally obsessed with it. With every additional word the blonds heart was beating faster. He was a maniac. This was bad and she instantly knew she couldn't afford even the slightest mistake or he could blow. She needed to earn his complete trust if she ever wanted to have a chance to get out of here in one piece taking the organization down on her way out. Piece of cake, that was no different than her day to day work... not. She knew what she had to do. It was no secret that he was attracted to her. His advances were obvious. She felt physically ill about what she probably had to do. Her heart, her body even the biggest part of her usually rational brain screamed no. It was her last resort she'd only use if there was no other way. Even thinking about it was almost too much. She had still her genius mind, there were other ways or weren't?

The underground facility was gigantic and nothing she had imagined from the doctor. The halls and rooms which once were part of a vault complex were converted to various labs (almost as good stocked as the light Fae compound!), living quarters (Cells she liked to call them), a cinema (yep and she was still not sure about that one), several offices (plain offices with computer and paper and folders) all seated underground of an old manor, that served as a facade to the outer world

The security was tight, even tighter than at the light Fae compound. There were cameras in every corner, guards in every room and every door.

It was almost impossible to sneak the filled syringe out of the lab into her room. fortunately there weren't any cameras in the private quarters, but she was sure the room was bugged. Carefully she put down the syringe on the small desk at the corner and sat down on the chair after getting rid of her jacket.

For a long time she looked at the familiar tool in her hands. Hormones. When the worst comes to the worst. It was her rational mind remembering her. Just to be on the safe side, it didn't mean that she would...Safety... protection. She'd rather die than getting pregnant by this bastard. Her hand was slightly shaking. Why was this so hard? Precaution, Precaution damn it. She wasn't sure how long it took her to finally inject the hormones, but it took her excessively long.

Sleep quickly caught up with her. Her body still hurt from the attack of the delinquent and she was emotionally exhausted.

When she woke up the next day, Isaac was already there sitting in the chair legs crossed, watching her like a creepy stalker sipping his coffee

„Good morning Karen" he smiled. Ever since she arrived he called her Karen and it freaked her out. Karen was dead, died in the war. She was Lauren, but didn't dare to tell him otherwise, still playing it safe.

The blond slowly sat up in her bed, her heart hammering still shocked seeing this man in her quarter. Not even one of the Ash's dared to enter her bedroom and she had been their fucking slave. She wondered why Taft was so obsessed with her.

„Isotopes..." he grinned.

„wha.. I mean, what are you talking about?"

A smug grin plastered his face when he took another sip of his coffee, devouring the taste of the brown liquid.

„You are talking in your sleep doctor... cute"

The blond internally shivered. How dared he to watch her sleep? He promised so called freedom but this?

When did he move?

She felt his hand on her face, putting a streak of hair behind her hair and cupping her cheek with his right hand. She started to panic. Her puls raced, but she was petrified. She just closed her eyes, trying to find her strength. Why couldn't she move?

„You are a brilliant and beautiful woman Karen..." he breathed leaning forward.

NOOOO her mind screamed, but her muscles still didn't budge.

He slowly pressed a lingering kiss on her cheek, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

„God... you smell so good..." he gripped her shoulder, still closing the distance.

„No Isaac!" finally her strength returned when she not so gently pushed him of her. She was sure that Bo probably would have ripped his throat out if she had seen this. His aura must have been sparking.

With an ungraciusly thud Taft landed on the floor.

She had to control herself to not punch this man into the next century.

„This" she pointed between her and him

„Won't happen. I'm sorry, but I am here for the science Isaac and not to be your plaything..."

Taft self consciously rubbed his neck, visibly blushing.

„Of course, of course. I am so sorry doctor. I got carried away. I hope you can forgive me. Your a valuable asset, we can't lose you because of my stupidity..." The apology seemed genuine what surprised her.

After the fiasco this morning Isaac had been really distant and the blond prefered it that way, she only hoped that she didn't mess her plan completely up.

Today she was going to see block E of the facility, the only place she hadn't seen so far. The access was restricted and only the employes with the highest clearance level were allowed to enter. Isaac called it the centerpiece of the facility.

She wished she had never sat a foot in this godforsaken place. If she had known what was waiting for her... She should have run.

A/N: tadaaaa cliffhanger xD The funny thing is that I got totally carried away in this chapter. I wanted to write what was about to happen block E... Well then... then I started this. Hope you still like it. I know that this is probably waaaaay of from what probably is going to happen on the show, but... hmmm yeah ;)