Even though Jane was faster than any human or first generation clone in existence, she felt like her legs were weighed down with cement.

They had taken Lisa away when she started seizuring. They were saying that she wasn't waking up and now there was nothing that they could do for her now. On the off chance that a cure could be assembled, it was very possible that Lisa wasn't going to partake in it.

Jane brushed past the guards and walked into the room that Lisa was being monitored in. There were new doctors here and they needed to record her vitals since she was the newest one to pass out. Jane understood that but it didn't make them treating her like a lab rat any less offensive in Jane's eyes. The woman was dying, give her some respect.

Jane moved behind the doctors and stood on tiptoe to make sure that Lisa was alright. There was a man in a biohazard suit checking her vitals.

A blonde doctor looked over his shoulder at Jane and then whispered in a voice too low for the human ear to hear, "Who is that?"

"I heard she's a clone," one of his companions whispered back, "Came with the patient."

Jane's existence seemed to shock the young doctor and he as well as some others that overheard did a double take at her. She did her best to keep her face blank as if she didn't hear them but she really wished they'd turn around and do their jobs.

"I wasn't aware that technology was that advanced," someone whispered. Jane really didn't like being referred to like she was some sort of machine but she knew that she wouldn't be functioning if it weren't for her programming so she supposed it fit.

"Tell me about it," the first woman said, "If some of the companies that are well off enough to create her gave the government that money then we wouldn't be so in debt."

Jane felt anger rising in her chest and wanted to tell them that she could hear everything they were saying but she was distracted by the machines going wild. Lisa's heart was racing and her breathing started to become uneven.

That wasn't supposed to happen yet…

Jane straightened and noticed that the man who was suited up in there had his hand on her wrist, "What's he doing?"

"Checking her vitals," the blonde one said in annoyance, "With all due respect, you need to be quiet so that we can observe."

Jane ignored him and raced for the door that separated this room from the one that Lisa was in. Once someone went into a coma, they were serene until towards the end. Lisa still had some hours left.

The man looked up when he saw her and pulled out a knife. Jane lowered herself as she ran and hit the man full force. He crashed him against the wall and pulled off his hood, "What are you doing?"

A shaggy haired man stared back at her with a smirk, "You just infected yourself."

"No," she said, "I just infected you."

She shoved him towards the guards that had come in and bent over Lisa with a knife.

"Get Mr. Eisley in here right now."

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Mr. Eisley came in ten minutes later; she saw the same burning anger in his eyes that burned in Joseph's when he was really angry about something which was about 90% of the time, "He's a dreamer."

Jane tilted her head, "And what can he do?"

"He controls someone's dreams. He said Lisa experimented on his sister when they were at the Facility and he was getting revenge."

Jane looked down, "She's dying, isn't that punishment enough?"

"Not to some. It wouldn't be to me," Robert circled to Lisa's other side and took her hand, "How long does she have?"

"I don't know…about maybe four hours?"

She watched his face crumble and he looked at her, "Your friend called, they found the person responsible."

Jane looked up in hope, "They have?"

He nodded, "But she's not giving them the cure, so they're bringing her here so that we can have exactly another thing to deal with."

She looked down, reality quickly set in. The person in question would have to be interrogated, a cure would have to be given and they'd have to get said ingredients to make the cure…"They won't get here in time."

"They're with time traveler's and they can slow down time…they'll be here."

"Well pardon me if I don't feel too hopeful."

He sat on the opposite side of her, "I know."

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Lisa woke up with a start and found herself lying face down on something cold.

She looked around the room to find that she didn't recognize it. She placed her palms under her to push herself up and realized that she was lying on an autopsy table in the middle of an abandoned room.

When she realized what exactly it was she was laying on, she scrambled up away from it and tumbled to the hard tile floor. She landed on her arm awkwardly and she felt pain sear down from her shoulder to the wrist.

She yelped, grabbed it in pain and struggled to her feet.

Where was she?

There was a dirty window over to the opposite side of the room and she hurried to it and looked out.

Whatever city she'd occupied…it wasn't a city anymore. The only thing on the ground was large piles of rubble that she guessed used to be tall buildings.

The sounds of screaming and heavy footsteps reached her ears and she turned and winced at the pain in her arm to see the door behind her fly open.

Someone in full combat armor pointed a gun at her and fear shot through her and she felt her heart hammering in her chest.

What was happening? Why was she here? She couldn't remember…

"Don't shoot!" she pleaded and got on her knees, "I'm not…I'm not armed, please don't shoot!

The man hesitated and then grabbed her by her bad shoulder and forced her to lie on her stomach. She screamed out in pain when he forced her arms behind her back and handcuffed her.

"What did I do?" she demanded and cried out again when he forced her to her feet.

Another man walked in and took off his helmet. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was John Walker, "John-"

"Hello Mrs. Eisley," he greeted, "We've been looking for you."

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The phone call came just as Bernard Harving had dropped off to sleep.

With a moan he turned over on his back and yanked the phone off the nightstand. He'd forgotten to unplug it from the wall earlier, "What?"

"We found her, sir."

He sat up, "What? You have?"

"She gave up without a struggle in the labs down by what used to be Chicago."

He furrowed his brow in confusion, "That's not like her."

"What do you want us to do?"

"Um," he rubbed his hand through his black hair, "Put her in isolation, I'll be there as soon as I can."

He hung up the phone and threw the covers back.

Next to him, his wife lifted her head, "What happened?"

He looked at the gold wedding band on her hand and smiled, "Nothing Naomi. Go back to sleep."

The End