Mouse, Lance and Theodore
Mouse sat in the corner of the white tiled room, curled up tightly. Now she could feel everyone around her, and she almost wished she couldn't. They saw her as an animal, a useful lump of tissue and blood that they could learn from. Oh god. She wasn't even really alive to them. Was this what it had been like for Spike? She shivered and huddled closer to herself. Please, oh god, please, don't let them do anything to my brain.
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"Morning, Dr Danjermond. What's so important that you called me in off my vacation time?" Lance arched his eyebrow as he shrugged his labcoat on. He had a strong Australian accent, in no way adulterated by his many years in the US.
"You won't believe our luck." The corners of Danjermond's eyes had crinkled slightly, the equivalent of a beaming smile for the reserved older man. "We have a new test subject."
"Really?" Lance was curious, but when he saw the view from the video set up in Mouse's cell, he turned on Danhermnd, eyes glinting with fury. "It's a girl! How can you tell me that she's our new subject?!" Danjermond drew himself up.
"It is an alien. A Semirellian-Dathrian hybrid with empathic powers. It is a test subject we are very lucky to have," Danjermond told Lance coldly. "I suggest you get a hold of your emotions."
"I apologise. I didn't think they looked so simliar to humans, that is all." Lance locked any feeling from his face. "Are there any experiments in mind?"
"Yes." Danjermond decided that the emotional outburst was over. Greene was young...he would learn in time. "Blakesley has already started his proposal. I suggest you go and gather some biological samples."
"Good idea." Lance nodded and set off down towards the practical research levels. God, he had to get this girl out of here. But how? If Danjermond even suspected what he was thinking...
Mouse and Lance
Lance stepped into Mouse's cell and she cowered even further away from him. Inside, his heart ached.
Mouse dared to glance up, dirty hair falling over her eyes. This one re actually felt like he had a heart. "So, who are you?"
"My name is Dr Greene. Now, what I am going to do, and I would prefer it if you co-operated, is take some samples." Lance stepped closer to her, and warned off the gaurds behind him with a subtle hand movement.
"What I'm here for, isn't it? God, still getting screwed over by the brass, I am. But since I don't want to make your *job*," she spat the word out with venom, "any easier, why don't you take that shiny needle and stuff it up your ass, whitecoat? Sit and spin!" She flipped the bird at Lance.
Lance sighed. He had really wanted to make this easier for her, at least until he could get her out. If he could...no, he would get her out. He wouldn't leave any sentinent being here in conditions like this. The Ka'Millians and Fuzzles were bad enough, but to have an actual person in here... "Then you leave me no choice. Men. Sedate her." Mouse fought tooth and nail against the men, sending her terror into their minds. They managed to slip the needle into her vein and she went down. "Sorry, little one," he mumured into her ear as he knelt beside her. He took the samples he needed and then got up again. He went to his lab to look at the blood, skin and bone samples and tinker around with them.