"Take her to the doctor. It is her time to fulfill her purpose."

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The next time Olivia opened her eyes, it was pitch black around her, her head was pounding, and she felt like her entire body weighed at least a thousand pounds. For a moment she had to blink, trying to remember what had happened, but then everything came flooding back to her like a tidal wave, and her heart felt to stop at the force of it.

Elliot was sick.

She had been drugged.

"It is her time to fulfill her purpose."

Automatically, she sat up, far too quickly for the circumstances, and the headache sliced through her head, causing the world to spin in her eyes. Panic began to grow inside her exponentially, beginning to make it difficult to breathe, and made her open her mouth:

"Elliot? El, are you here?" She asked, her voice hoarse, despite the fact that she could guess the answer. "Is there anyone here?"

"Go to sleep," a voice in the darkness made her flinch, but her panic eased a bit.

"Who is it?"

"Shut up!"

She cleared her throat and repeated in a slightly louder voice, ignoring the objections of the others: "El?"

"He's not here!"

The voices sounded familiar, so she figured she was back in the same room as before, and she hugged her knees to her chest. Biting her lip, she tried to take a deep breath and focus on remembering what had happened before, but after a moment of trying, she found it was futile. She had no idea what had happened to her after she lost consciousness, and the thought of it was horrifying.

Because there were possibilities for everything.

Finding that her memory was no help, she focused on listening to her body. There was no burning or pain between her legs, so at least she probably hadn't been raped. She felt otherwise relatively normal in all respects, except for the gnawing hunger and pounding headache, but that was no guarantee that nothing had happened.

Inevitably, her thoughts wandered to Elliot, whose condition she had no idea about. "Father" had mentioned electricity, and the thought of it made a nausea rise in her throat. The electricity was a means of forcibly collecting the sperm, and if her partner had been under the influence of some kind of drug or substance, he might not have known the whole thing.

And now it might be too late.

But just as she was about to sink deeper into the depths of her spiraling thoughts, the lights in the room snapped on, and the brightness made her close her eyes. Frustrated sighs and groans began to be heard around her as the other people covered their faces with their hands.

"Great, thank you a lot," someone grunted. "You organized so much happenings that I haven't really slept the whole night."

There were sounds of agreement here and there, and Olivia rubbed her eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can tell you that I would have been much happier without it," she answered, the heavy lump in her stomach turning again. She needed to know where her partner was, she needed to see him, she needed him, she needed…

But as if someone had heard her wish, the door of the room opened, and she was about to stand up to ask about Elliot, but then the guard's commanding voice made the others open their eyes as well:

"Step in, now!"

And when her partner entered the room, his whole being showing fatigue and surrender, but alive and in better condition than at night, tears of relief flooded Olivia's eyes, and she jumped to her feet, met her partner's weary blue eyes, and then she walked straight and unhesitating right into his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and she really had to bite her lip to stop her jaw from quivering.

Elliot seemed hesitant, and she knew him well enough to know that the night's incident was still gnawing at his mind, but she didn't want to think about it now. Right now, she just wanted to feel his warm, solid body, feel him breathing, feel the steady beat of his heart, as a proof that he was still here, alive, with her, so she tightened her grip around him and murmured:

"Don't ever do that again."

And then she felt his body relax, he let out a deep sigh, and finally she felt his arms around her as he closed her into his embrace.

Although Elliot's fever had gone down, he was still pretty weak, and his memories of the night before were relatively cloudy. However, as far as he could remember, he had been taken to the doctor for real, had had a drip in his vein, and had been told afterwards that he would be given antibiotics three times a day. Olivia had half expected him to balk at the idea, but apparently the incident had scared him enough that he didn't argue with her about it.

However, they hadn't been talking very long before his eyelids had grown heavy, and he had first leaned against her shoulder, but as he fell asleep, he had slowly drifted down until his head rested in her lap. Olivia was watching him, his calm face, and tears began to burn in the corners of her eyes, forcing her to lean the back of her head against the wall.

She wanted to tell Elliot what had happened. She had to tell him what had happened. But she couldn't. He needed rest, he was too sick to hear about something that hadn't necessarily even happened, and the chance of her being pregnant was very small. She knew him, she knew he would freak out, and after that he wouldn't be able to rest for a second. Nothing was even certain, and there was no point in risking his health by rushing.

I have time, she assured herself for the millionth time. I have time. I'll tell him eventually.

Biting her lip she lowered her gaze back to him, and without a second thought she raised her hand and began to lightly stroke his cheek. Just a couple of days earlier they had been at home, everything had been as usual, and they had been trying to dig up information about Annabel Simons, the woman who had managed to escape from this hell.

But she had been raped, a small evil voice in the back of her head reminded her. These people said they get to choose the way they do it, so if she didn't want sex, why was she…

And then a horrible, horrible thought crept into her mind, and her hand stopped on Elliot's cheek.

Maybe she was unconscious. Maybe she was raped without her knowledge…

No, no, that man said he didn't want to use his own sperm.

But what if…

No.

No.

Despite the growing panic and the squeezing feeling in her chest, Olivia forced her thoughts aside, and focused on feeling her partner's warm skin under her hand. She couldn't go down that road, she had to focus on what she had been told.

Because if, if she was pregnant, the only thing that kept her sane was the thought that the child was Elliot's.

Because if it wasn't…

And suddenly she couldn't see anything in her mind but her own mother's face, twisted by anger, screaming at her how she should never have been born.

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In the afternoon (or so Olivia assumed), after Elliot had been picked up for another doctor's check-up, they had been able to go outside. This time the outdoor activities had been more free; apparently the guards didn't see her alone as much of a threat as they did with her partner, and they had been allowed to move around the yard quite freely. The other people didn't seem to be planning to escape, but before Olivia was allowed to walk any further, one of the guards had pulled her against him and growled quietly in her ear:

"Remember, no surprising whims if your friend's well-being is important to you."

And since she didn't doubt for a moment that these people weren't capable of hurting Elliot if she decided to run away, she settled for pacing around the yard slowly, taking deep breaths of fresh air, and enjoying, if you could call it that, a moment of solitude that their simple room couldn't offer.

She walked to the far edge of the yard, sighed and leaned against the sturdy stone fence, directing her gaze to the shimmering pond behind the fence. But then her attention was drawn to the noises of birds that broke the otherwise profound silence surrounding the environment, and she squinted to see better. A flock of birds was hopping a little further at the water's edge, around some dark lump floating in the water, and involuntarily her police instincts started to activate as a bad feeling began to grow inside her. She glanced behind her, knew that leaving the yard was forbidden and especially risky for her, but then, as if on command, two men began to fight by the side of the house, and when the guards' attention was drawn to them, she quickly jumped over the fence and started running towards the birds as silently as she could.

The lump floating in the water wasn't far away, and even before she reached it, her heart began to beat faster in her chest as her suspicions of what it was were confirmed.

A dead body.

And not just any body.

The body of the woman whom the guards had picked up to carry out "Operation Noah's Ark" the day before.