A/N: Hmmm...what's that, little plot bunny? A twist, huh? Sounds good to me! You're such a good little plot bunny...so well-fed and happy from the reviews...let's keep you that way, okay?

Chapter Four

Zack and Amy walked into Sinclair's office in silence. Despite the late hour, the commander had called them and told them he needed to speak to them right away, so they had arrived to find him sitting at his desk with a grim expression.

"Thank you for coming," he told them, indicating for them to sit in the chairs in front of his desk. Once they were seated, the commander leaned back in his chair. "I apologize for the late hour, Amy, but we think we may have found the reason for your current situation, and what we discovered couldn't wait."

The atmosphere in the room turned suddenly tense; Zack had a sudden, irrational flash of some horrible secret she had hidden, like being a serial killer, while Amy was on edge to learn the reason why her life had been ripped apart.

"It took a lot of digging, but everything you told us about your identity checked out," Sinclair started, walking over to his view screen and switching it on, revealing her file. "However, we found one thing you neglected to tell us that you may not have known about or thought important."

"What is it?" Amy asked, her tone both weary and confused.

"When you enlisted in the army, do you remember giving any DNA samples?"

"Vaguely…the idea was to have the DNA of every soldier on file, so if they were killed in combat, like in an explosion, they would be able to identify the remains using the DNA on file," she replied. "Why?"

"Well…" Sinclair hesitated a moment before answering. "Apparently those samples weren't only used for those purposes. In our digging, we learned that in your time, there was a secret government agency that looked for people with certain genetic markers. The markers they looked for had to do with special abilities…I believe in your time, the people that carried this gene were called psychics."

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Amy exclaimed, scrambling to her feet awkwardly. Inwardly, Zack was both relieved and confused. Psychic? That term didn't seem to fit Amy at all. She started hobbling to and fro, obviously agitated about what she had been told. "I mean, you're telling me they grabbed me from that car accident and stuck me in a freezer because I could see two of my kindergarten classmates using me as the rope in tug-of-war on the playground days before they actually did it?"

Sinclair and Zack shared a stunned look; she had confirmed their findings, but she seemed to find her abilities completely irrelevant. Zack had heard of psychics before, but the images of cheesy commercials in vids had implanted the idea that they were all quacks or con artists. Nothing could have prepared him for the comparison she had made—it sounded ridiculous when she worded it that way, but surely there had been more to it?

"So you really are psychic?" Zack asked, his voice incredulous. The question made Amy snort as she kept up her uneven pacing.

"Yeah, right," she huffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I could tell you the winning numbers of the next lottery draw, read your palm, and tell you who you'll marry and how you'll die…it's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard! I saw little things! Past tense! I haven't seen anything since I was a kid, and even then I only saw mundane, everyday crap! Practically nobody knew about it, because I never said anything because it wasn't important!"

Her frustration started to fizzle out, and both Zack and Sinclair could see the pain and grief of her situation begin to resurface. Hesitantly, Zack stood up and walked over to her, and she leaned into his uncertain, comforting touch as her eyes watered again. Sinclair hesitated for a moment before giving the rest of the information he'd found.

"Apparently, this agency was disbanded around the time of your ship's launch…the cover for the ship was that it was supposed to be a shuttle bound for Mars, since we were colonizing at the time, but when the ship never reached the planet, it was reported as lost and that was that. However, we learned from studying the system on the ship that it was never meant to reach Mars, as I expected from speaking with you…the government in place at the time simply wanted a convenient excuse to dispose of all the people they had in cryostasis."

Zack could feel Amy start trembling at Sinclair's words, and he couldn't even begin to imagine what she was feeling, although he certainly tried. After all, being torn from your family—your children—and being put in cryostasis involuntarily, then being shot into space to hide the government's dirty secret of what they'd done, all because you had visions of mundane events as a child? It was incomprehensible to both men in the room, yet the reality was right there in the room with them, now crying into the security officer's shoulder.

"I should probably get her back to my quarters, sir…was there anything else?" Zack asked as he gingerly led her toward the door. The commander shook his head, so the security officer turned away and focused on the woman in his arms as he tried to soothe her with no effect. A few moments after they left, Ivanova walked in, and Sinclair sank back down in his chair, exhausted both from the late hour and the meeting that had just ended.

"Commander, I just learned something that I found deeply disturbing, and I thought you would want to know as well," she began, then truly looked at her friend. "Jeff, you look horrible…have you talked to Amy yet?"

"She and Zack just left a moment before you arrived…she confirmed what we learned about the conspiracy, about her having visions, but she claims that she only had them as a child, and everything she saw was ordinary, everyday events. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure it only upset her even more," Sinclair stated, rubbing his temple to fend off the headache building. "What'd you find?"

"The agency that abducted her?" Susan began, but hesitated due to the lump in her throat that formed whenever she tried to speak of the one taboo subject in her life. Jeff noticed her hesitation and looked up, surprised to find a somewhat sad expression on her face.

"What about it? What is it, Susan?" he pried gently, shaking his second out of the silence she had fallen into.

"The agency?…it was a precursor of PsiCorps."