It was one of the weakest moments that Jane had felt since she'd waken in the tank.

She didn't wake up screaming in agony, like she had when Able had programmed this body. She felt too weak for that. And strangely enough, getting shot three times was a picnic to what Able told her getting burned felt like.

She opened her eyes and found herself in the infirmary; she was attached to all sorts of computers that monitored her vitals.

"Jane," Lisa appeared in her line of vision, "Try not to move, you're still healing. There was…an incident. You were shot with a large caliber weapon-"

"I remember," She said, although it felt like her voice was heavy in her throat, "I'm going to kill Kyrie."

"You're not going to do much of anything for a while, half of your internal organs were sprayed on the floor and furniture-"

Her eyes grew when she remembered that she'd been in the company of someone else who for all purposes probably thought that he'd just watched her get murdered brutally right in front of him, "Where's Luke?"

"He's in the examination room; I just finished my initial examination. Other than a concussion and some severe mental trauma, he should be alright."

He was going to have a heart attack but she had to talk to him, "Can I see him?"

"I don't think that would be advisable."

"Why?" Jane asked, her eyes growing with dread. They didn't tell him that she'd been killed had they? It'd be horrible if they were talking about the next step in their relationship and she was shot and they told him that she'd been killed and she'd have to spend the rest of her life in hiding.

"You need to rest," Lisa said, "And you explaining that you're a clone would take energy that you desperately need right now."

"I don't care," she said, "I want to see him."

Lisa considered it and pocketed her penlight, "Alright."

Jane ran her hand through her hair and struggled to take a breath, several scenarios' played in her mind, but none of them were going to work. She'd lied to him, she'd made him think that she was normal and he had to watch as she was shot in front of him.

This incident was probably going to hold up alliance negotiations.

She stopped as that last thought ran through her mind and laughed at how inappropriate and random it was. She shouldn't laugh…it was wrong but she couldn't help herself.

The door opened and she sat up as far as she could as Luke walked into the room with Lisa trailing behind. His eyes grew in surprise and a cry escaped from his throat when he saw her. She watched him carefully but other than shock she couldn't tell if he was angry or happy to see her.

"I'll give you a little while alone," Lisa said and closed the door.

Well, here went nothing. "Okay, I know you've probably got a lot of questions running through your mind, but I'll be more than happy to explain why-"

He rushed to her and for a second he thought she was going to hit her. His stance wasn't threatening but when she was confronted with someone whose reactions she wasn't sure of, violence usually followed.

He grabbed her by her shoulders and pressed his lips against hers. She pulled back in shock and pushed him away, "Luke wait…we…"

"Whatever you're about to say, as long as you're not a zombie, I don't care."

"Wait," she stopped him from kissing her again, "I'm a clone. I'm not human…I know I shouldn't have lied to you, but I didn't want you to look at me like some others do. I mean, not the group, they think of me as one of them but-"

"Jane," he said and put his hands on either side of her face, "I don't care."

Jane felt a smile tug at her lips as Luke pulled her more gently this time for another kiss.


"I hope that you understand the full consequence of what you've done."

Kyrie pulled her gaze away from the passenger window and looked at Frederic, "I do."

She understood more than he realized. She just didn't care. She'd lost everything, her job, her friends, any chance she had at belonging... But they'd still looked at her like she was an outsider. They still ignored her, and she could tell in their eyes that they hated her. To these people, if you worked for the Facility, or were made in the Facility there was a chance to be redeemed, but you had to bend over backwards twelve times in order to get them to consider it. And if you were an assistant to Frederic Braun it was a totally different story. They just tolerated her when Able had been gone. When he had returned she was just outright ignored.

And then they got ahold of Agent Braun, she knew it could never end well. Joseph could never forgive him for what he did and she doubted his pushover of a sister would lift a finger to help him. And Frederic had lost just as much as Kyrie had, more even. And they were going to treat him like that. He wasn't the nicest person but he'd done his best to make sure his kids were always safe. Had he made mistakes? Yes, obviously. And maybe he deserved what they putting him through but he was still their father. He had still given everything to save them and redeem himself for what he did.

She sighed, "So you were in the future."

"Yes," Frederic said.

"Tell me everything that happened."


Naomi sat against the chain linked fence on the roof and stared at the setting son.

"What time did you get back?" she asked at the approaching shadow.

"A little while ago," David said and handed her a bottle of water.

"I got home sometime this afternoon," she said and looked down, "Kyrie's gone. She attacked Jane and ran off with Frederic."

"And you're not looking for them?"

Naomi shook her head, "They're probably long gone by now, dad's certainly an expert and disappearing."

"You're angry with me," David noted.

"Yes," Naomi said.

"You do realize that he was going to kill me. There was no choice but what you did."

Naomi rolled her eyes, "You could've slowed down time or frozen it."

"And risked my own life," David reminded her, "Naomi, one day you're going to have to be a leader. And that will mean that you have to make the hard decisions that most people won't understand or like you for. In fact, they'll most likely end up hating you, and you'll end up hating yourself but the faster you realize that these decisions have to be made, the better you will be. Yes, he was a kid, but he was going to hurt someone one day. Did you see how quickly he stuck his hand in my chest? You need to realize quickly that just because someone doesn't look threatening…or they look too young or too old doesn't mean anything. They're still a threat. And you especially need to be careful because that's going to be how Bernard gets you to let your guard down. He makes you see something that isn't a threat."

"And how am I supposed to protect myself from that?"

"I don't know. I was going to suggest you start asking your father for lessons but since that won't happen you need to start learning how to fight back. You need to learn how to start making these decisions without the help of anyone else. One day you won't have as much time to think about it as you did today."

Naomi smiled and took another sip of water, "Why do you even care?"

He pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to Naomi, 'I don't know what this is completely, Your father showed it to me when I visited him."

Naomi took the photo from him and looked at it. Her eyes grew in mind surprise. It was a black and white photo in which she and David were sitting on a couch looking pretty close and happy in a romantic sense.

"This is…" she said slowly.

"Yeah," David sat down.

"So today was just…."

"To bring you along to help me solve the case," he sighed, "And to see where we stood."

She looked back down at the photo. She couldn't be angry at him for keeping this from her, or shocked that it looked like they might be together one day... She was too tired of t now. She was just so very tired.

"Oh," was all she said.

The End.