Night 53: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Elle Bishop]

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

Unlike most patients, this set-up would likely be familiar to Elle Bishop. Or so the doctor had assumed, at least. Even when she was only a child, she'd been examined and tested for her ability. Taking her back to those days probably wasn't the nicest of things to do be doing, but the doctor also didn't get paid to be nice.

Fully outfitted in a suit that would guarantee that her electricity would do him no damage, the doctor watched the girl's sleeping face pensively. They didn't usually allow patients to use their abilities during sleep studies, but Elle could be called a special case. Something had gone wrong with her ability -- something that the institute itself wasn't responsible for. If they corrected it, she wouldn't necessarily be back to her full power, but she would have that control.

If they could alter that, she would become far more useful in the long run.

While the walls of the room looked normal enough, they would also be able to withstand whatever wattage she released. With any luck, she would fall back into the patterns of forcing her own power to the brink, but if not? Then there were ways to persuade her to do so.

The doctor reached out and ran a gloved hand through the girl's hair. "Come on now, Elle," he said, sounding almost fatherly. "It's time to wake up."

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[highvoltagegirl.livejournal.com]

Elle awoke to someone … touching her face? That was weird. And definitely not the nurse protocol she'd become accustomed to in the last few days. Actually, what was even weirder was someone presumably on the staff calling her Elle. Wasn't she supposed to be Sarah now? She was about to mumble a response, but then she opened her eyes.

No. No no no.

She knew what they were going to do. She knew what this set up meant. And even if there was a tiny chance that she was wrong, she wasn't going to be talked out of her original assumption. The memories were all too clear. Even if it was years ago, it might as well have been yesterday. Test after test after test. She'd cried to stop, but they wouldn't let her. He wouldn't let her. She'd almost forgotten-- the Haitian made her forget most of it-- but Noah had reminded her, and parts of it came back, enough shattered fragments to--

The spike of adrenaline that came with remembering how Bob treated her triggered her power again. She shocked herself-- and the doctor, too, if he hadn't been wearing the right equipment. Instead of crying out in pain, her breath first caught in her chest and then turned into hyperventilating.

"No. I don't want to do this. I want to go home."

What did home even mean? Back to Hartsdale? Her room at the institute with her psychopath roommate? Was she already that brainwashed?

Well, where ever home was, she was damn sure it wasn't here.