I just want to say thank you to all of my watchers and readers. You all have really inspired me to write and I couldn't be happier. Now I just hope that you enjoy this chapter and how I wish for this story to progress. 3
~Aurora

Everything hurt…that was the only thing that Morgan could consciously think. She was somewhere comfy though so that made it better. That also made the panic spike.

'Oh god…he raped me! I'm probably in my bed right now…or GOD he's GOING to!' She didn't want to open her eyes now, the terror too strong. Plus, if he thought she was dead, maybe he'd just take what he wanted and left.

"I know you're awake." The voice still make her veins turn to ice. He was close by the sound of it. Hesitantly she opened her eyes, groaning some at the light. It was dark out but he had a lamp on, the brightest one by her desk. Why that one? There were a dozen lamps and he had to pick that one!

"Wh-wha…..who?" She tried to move her hands to rub her face but something held them. She blinked and looked up, seeing that they were hand cuffed together. From the cuffs a chain led down, somewhere under the couch and probably to the legs. 'Bastard' She thought unhappily, not appreciating this. Like she could hurt him and where did he get hand cuffs to begin with!

"Look…you have a choice…" He began slowly and taking her attention from the cuffs. He stood but his form was a little blurry and fuzzy to her still. "You're the top geneticist at Gentek."

Morgan snorted and interrupted.

"Not really… Peters is-"

"Top in your field…in what I need." He continued, cutting her off like she had him. Morgan didn't argue then, not sure what he was saying. "You've got to fix this….cure it." He reasoned looking at his hands.

"I'm not sure what you're talk-" Even through her bad vision she could see what was happening.

His hands...his hands were mutating, changing…morphing into something else. Her mind thought of Edward Scissorhands once it was all done, his hands huge and each finger a long, sickening blade. Something was seriously wrong with this guy.

"Uh…I…um…I don't think I can h-help you.." Morgan stuttered, her mind swirling with idea's. All theories but…

"Well then….I guess I'll have to go with option two..." He muttered. The claw hands vanished as fast as they came and one entire arm turned into a long blade. He walked over, swift and steady and placed the blade to her throat.

"W-WAIT!" Morgan gasped, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. If it was a choice between trying to figure out what this CRAZY guy wanted and death….she'd choose the crazy.

"You'll do it…?" He asked, the blade starting to cut into her skin.

"Y-yes….I'll try…I'll try and cure you…" She said, trying to lean her head away from the blade.

"Good." She screamed, watching as he pulled it back and threw it forward. She was sure he was taking her head off but…she felt her chains to her handcuffs loosen some and she realized he was freeing her. He reached down then, his hands normal at least as he yanked her up in a sitting position. She gave a weak eep before watching as he put a key into the cuffs and unlocked them.

Once they were off he moved away, putting them on the table by her tv. The first thing she did then was rub her wrists and then her eyes. She felt like her head was split in half. She groaned, sitting up and running her hands through her hair.

"What time is it?"

"A little past 11." She jumped, not expecting him to reply.

"Shit….I was out…" She winced and stood then moved to head to the kitchen. The man turned, seeming to tense.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting some Advil. This headache's a bitch." She groaned only to jump as he zipped around in front of her.

"We don't have the time."

"Okay…buddy look…" She had no idea where the budding courage was coming from but she had a feeling it was because she knew he wanted something from her…her help. "If we're going to be doing this I need to lay down some rules.." The man smirked, something about it seeming like he was amused.

"First of all…you broke into MY. HOUSE. Which means YOU….are a um….uninvited guest. Which means I can do whatever the hell I want, seeing as it is MY. HOUSE." She liked emphasizing the words. "Number two. If I don't take something I'm not going to get anything done. Headache equals no work. If you force me to work then you'll get shitty work." She felt like she was lecturing a child. "Got it?"

He just sneered and moved aside, the man looking around as she passed.

In the kitchen Morgan grabbed something to drink and the pills, downing them before looking for something to eat. She did glance at the man again and found it rather…well funny how awkward he seemed to be.

"You can sit you know.." she sighed, figuring that he was going to be like this all night. He didn't accept the offer but she let it go, moving back to her computer. She booted it up before going back to the kitchen to find something to eat. It'd have to be something fast so she grabbed some dip from the freezer and tossed the plastic tray in the microwave. She waited, tapping her foot as she tried to start thinking through her headache. How could this be possible…this man…he was like something out of a sick SyFy movie. The microwave beeped then and she took out the tray, stirred the dip some then put it back in.

"Hurry it up." The man snapped, Morgan glaring at him through a wall. She silently mouthed back what he had said, not all enjoying his attitude. Once the dip was done she grabbed some chips she slipped back over to the computer. The small meal was put on a pull up table by the desk and her drink by the keyboard. Once the computer was up and running she sighed and turned to him hesitantly.

"Soo…..do you have any idea what's…erm…happening?" She made a funny little gesture to him and he came over.

"It's a virus."

"Oookkaayy…" She had never heard of something like this before…except for in Syfy movies of course. She had to fight a smirk as she thought about those cheesy yet entertaining movies.

"A Gentek virus." His voice snapped her right out of her thoughts and she looked at him again.

"Gentek doesn't make virus's…we cure them." She reasoned. That seemed to make another sneer appear on his face.

"You're just like them…" Morgan raised an eye and just shook her head before watching him move away. She turned back to the computer and brought up a blank word page to start writing.

"Well….what are your symptoms?" She asked, figuring that if he was right and it was a virus he would have some.

"I don't have any."

Again she turned and gave him a look.

"What the hell kind of virus do you have?" She demanded before she shrunk down in her chair some. He was glaring…those icy eyes locked on her as tendrils of what she assumed was this 'virus' snapped and whipped around him. He was ppiisseedd….

"That. That is your job to figure out." He growled, Morgan hesitantly scooping some of the dip on a chip and nibbling it.

"Sssoorrryyy." She dragged out lowly before she sat up and started to type. She just listed things to get her mind flowing and theories brewing. The sound of keys being pressed in an almost musical fashion filled the air for some time before there was a snort from the man.

Morgan jumped and pulled her hands back as she looked up. He was hovering above her and his eyes were on the screen.

"Subject appears to suffer from severe masochism and shows signs of paranoia?" He asked, his voice sounding beyond amused again. "Why is that under symptoms?" He added, looking at her. Seeing that he didn't seem pissed again she smirked a little and highlighted what she wrote.

"Oh…you're right. These should be under Character Traits." She smirked as she moved the text under that sections of the form she had created. There were categories for name, age and various other things like that. Of course those two were empty though she had made a guess.

"I'm not 40." He growled, the slight annoyance in his voice lost to Morgan who just grinned.

"Oh…well I just making educated guesses so…" She reasoned before cringing. He had grabbed her chair and pushed her away. It was a rolly chair so not only did Morgan slide away rather swiftly but she spun. She stopped herself before she went too far though, peeking over to see the man typing away.

"Hey! Don't mess that up!" She growled as she started to scoot back over.

"I'm not….I'm fixing it." He snapped again before moving back. Morgan would come over to look then, seeing that some of the blanks had been filled in. She blinked, tempted to thank him but she decided not to give him the pleasure.

"So um….how long have you been like this?" She asked, moving to make a new page in order to take notes. The man paused then as he thought, Morgan noticing he had been heading over to a wall with most of her personal pictures on it.

"I think…." He looked around and paused when he saw a calendar. "Four…years…." He seemed a little shocked himself and Morgan raised an eye. HOW could you loose track of how long you'd been able to shape shift your body into hideous spikes!

"You think? Or you know?" She pressed as she ate a few more chips.

"A little over four years." He nodded then, sounding more sure as he moved back to look at the calendar. He groaned, hands going to his head as he seemed to be hit by some sort of headache or attack. He crumpled some, one hand remaining on his head while the other rested against the wall in order to support himself.

Morgan watched and added onto to the symptoms list. She minimized the word document then pulled up the internet. After some typing she pulled up Web MD and soon the symptom checker. She started clicking through symptoms, wondering if this would help put her in the right direction. However, just like before the man snuck back over and soon made his presence know.

"Agitation, anxiety, compulsive behavior, emotional detachment and impaired social skills!" He roared, Morgan looked up then.

"What? If I'm missing anything please let me know." She had only just started and there were still a good number on the list that she needed to go through.

"This isn't going to help me you bitch!" He roared, Morgan diving out of her chair and to the side then as he reeled back. She screamed as she heard the chair crunch, her arms over her head and her body curled in the fetal position. Wheels rolled away from the small crater in the room where the chair had been, pieces of plastic flying like shrapnel before clattering to the floor. Morgan stayed in place, shaking slightly and taking in shallow breaths. The silence would fill the room then but Morgan had a slight ringing in her ears from the attack. She could hear the man taking in deep breathes, each one making him sound like a seething bull. She didn't dare move, not until she knew for sure that she would be able to walk away from this with both her legs. The minutes ticked by and once the man moved away from her computer she uncurled herself and looked at him. She watched him head into the shadows, his shoulders seeming to shake as he moved to sit in a chair at her dining room table and fume. She would look away then, sighing as she looked to where he chair had been. Great…just great…that had been her favorite rolly chair…

She would move into the kitchen then to get a broom and dust pan then returned as she started sweeping up the mess. It took awhile but soon the disaster was cleaned up and she pulled a normal chair from a hallway to sit at. Okay…time to really focus….

After the mans outburst that night he seemed to be in the sour mood. He kept her up until 4 am that first morning making her work and draw up theories before she was finally headed to bed. She slept in til 7 then rose to get ready for work. However it was there that things took an….interesting turn.

She had locked the door to her bathroom, sighing some as she moved to get in the shower. She turned the knob before just about jumping out of her skin The door to the bathroom would suddenly shake violently before a booming voice followed.

"What the hell are you doing up?" He snarled as Morgan rushed to grab a robe to cover herself with. That door was sure to fall off the hinges if he kept that up.

"I'm taking a shower! What do you think I'm doing!" She snapped back, grumpy since she had only gotten 3 hours of sleep.

"Why?" He asked, seeming to grow more agitated. "Who said you were leaving this house?" She could hear the sneer in his voice, that same sneer that had her blood run cold.

"I…I have to go to work….they're going to wonder where I am.." Morgan reasoned.

"Call in sick."

"I only get 7 sick days a year though!" She whined, her head resting against a wall.

"That's not my problem. Call in sick for the week."

"THE WEEK!"

"You have the flu." He reasoned, that voice threatening…

She couldn't argue with him though, it was either his way or the grave at this point and she rather liked the view she had above ground.

"Damn this…" She growled, moving to unlock the door. Might as well go back to bed at this rate right? She shook the door some, making sure he was off it before she opened it up and glared. Her look paled in comparison to his but she tired.

"Fine...I'll call in…now get out of my room. I'm going back to bed." She reasoned as she moved to lay down and get on her cell.

"You're already up…you might as well get back to work..."

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" She roared, snapping her head around to look at him. "Look dude…I only got 3 hours of sleep last night. So unless you want me to screw up EVERYTHING I've gotten done then keep pushing." She hissed, her phone in her hand. The man just smirked, turning his back then and heading out of the room. GOD he was infuriating! Half the time he either smirked or almost took her head off. He had to have some sort of mental thing going on with the freaky Syfy virus.

With him gone Morgan would call in, making herself sound like hell (which wasn't too hard with the lack of sleep making her voice sound like sand). No one questioned her and the women on the phone wished her well. Once that was done Morgan turned over and tried to go back to sleep. Her dreams turned into cruel nightmares. Her plans of spending a week in the Bahama's ruined. Images of the beaches faded away, becoming infected by tendrils while meteors made of rolly chairs left craters in the sand...