I yawned as the light above me flickered on. I groaned and hid my face in my pillow. The door creaked open and I felt Owen's unnaturally cold hands roll me over.
"Good morning, sunshine." I smiled up at Owen. Owen ignored me and pulled me to a standing position before putting me back in cuffs. "I've grown quite used to these cuffs. They are almost starting to be comfortable." Owen tightened them. "Ow... I thought you had Mel for those kind of things." Owen stiffened.
"What about Mel?" He snapped as he dragged me out of my cell. I laughed and felt the familiar tingling feeling in my stomach when I was about to launch a plan.
"You know what I'm talking about. Or is Mel not into that kind of thing?" I walked behind Owen, nicely today, not putting up a fight.
"Again, what the hell are you talking about?" Owen put me up on the exam table, this time not unlocking my cuffs.
"You and Mel are sleeping together." I stated obviously. Owen looked up into my face, but avoided my eyes. "Don't deny it, we both know it's true. Or are you hiding it because you still have feeling for Diane?" I smiled. Owen's face fell from it's usual annoyed look and he stared at me.
"You don't even know the half of it, now sit still or I could kill you with this." He held up a needle. I made a face, but sat still as he prepared my arm. He drew a blood sample and put a bandage on my arm. "Now, be a good girl for Mel. In fact, don't even talk to her." Owen handed me off to Mel, who didn't even look at me. She took my arm tightly in her hand and pulled me downstairs.
"Aren't we pushy today?" I did a quick scan of Melanie's file, looking for something to send her over the edge. "Are you afraid of me? Afraid of what I know?" I looked at Melanie as she put me back in my cell and uncuffed me. "How has it been since Blake and Valerie died?" Mel froze, her eyes widening. I kept a straight face as she looked up at me for the first time in two days. Her face was pale and her eyes looked glossy, as if she were about to cry.
"You freak, you get into our heads and bring us down from the inside." She said as she tried to keep her voice from shaking. I just stared at her, watching her internal battle for composure. "You deserve to be killed." She slammed the door behind her and I heard the lock click into place. I smiled to myself. They were beginning to be scared of me, the way I wanted them to be.
Ianto didn't come down for dinner that night. Toshiko gave me my plate and left, not even looking at me. I set my tray on my lap and looked over my food. A pile of corn, a mound of odd mashed potatoes and a small slice of meat. I pushed the corn around with the plastic fork they gave me, wondering where Ianto was. The thing was, I was where I wanted to be. I was alone. The weevil hadn't made any noise all day, so it was fairly quiet. Only the buzzing sound of the lights above me, the soft breathing of me and the weevil and the sound of my fork pushing around my corn. I tried to find the comfort I once felt in the solidarity, but in my small cell, it wasn't as satisfying. I ate my corn and had a bite of mash potatoes before setting my tray down and laying on the bench.
I ran through math equations again. Numbers made more sense to me then people did. I liked numbers, they were definite. They didn't change, they stayed the same. One would always equal one. They were always there, they never left, they were always right there in my brain, ready to be recounted. They didn't judge, they didn't even talk, they just existed. It's the same thing with science. Science was just math with actual life thrown in. I let my eyes drift closed, my mind still calculating until I drifted off to sleep.
I heard a soft knock on the glass the next morning. I didn't groan like I usually would, I just laid there, waiting for the door to swing open for my next test. There was just another knock on the glass. I sat up and looked out to see Jack holding a textbook.
"Good morning." He said flatly. I gave him a slight smile, it was too early to mess with anymore. I wasn't what you would call a morning person.
"Can I have breakfast before I have to hold a conversation? I don't think as well when I'm this tired." I rubbed my eyes, my back sore from the hard bed.
"You don't think as well? You have the highest IQ I've ever seen and you're complaining that you don't think as well in the morning." Jack laughed. I just stared at him, blankly.
"Breakfast." I grumbled, laying back down. Jack knocked again. "I won't talk to you until you get me breakfast." I buried my face in my pillow. The knock came again.
"Charlotte, your breakfast is on it's way. I just wanted to talk to you. You don't have to say anything back, just listen." I rolled my eyes and sat up, propped on my elbows.
"Speak." I sighed, watching him. Jack looked down at the textbook and then at me. I raised an eyebrow. "Feel free to start talking whenever."
"I've run out of tests. You are perfectly normal, besides your IQ. I'm not really sure what to do with you now, so I brought you some entertainment." He held up the book. "Advanced Metaphysics Calculus. Deals with the mathematics of black-holes and all that fun stuff." He smiled. "Sounds fun, right?" I rolled my eyes.
"Jack, that's child's play for me." I fully sat up and shrugged. "Whatever, just leave it. I could use something to do." Jack nodded and went around to hand me the book, a notebook and a pencil.
"Have fun." He tried to sound sincere.
"Oh, I definitely will." I said sarcastically.