An Alternate Ending (locked to Dr Grey)

But Savannah isn't alone. Surprise, surprise. Someone is watching her.

Savannah is totally oblivious. Lala, knitting without looking at the yarn, watching the sky for shooting stars.

Grey's had more than enough practice with this. He's all but completely and utterly silent as he approaches. He stops behind her and tilts his head a moment as if contemplating something. No... yes. He crouches down suddenly, one metallic hand reaching around to clamp over her mouth as he hits the button on his PINpoint.

By the time she eeks in surprise, they are somewhere else. She struggles frantically (very much dropping the knitting project) before her brain even realizes what has happened. All she knows is: grabbed!

Hello, Savannah. Welcome to Grey's sekret basement laboratory. It's a big, unfinished basement with two tiny cells and plenty of lab equipment. He releases her and takes a step back, looking conflicted. This was bad. Really. He can't forget what happened last time he took interest in someone in the Nexus. But... but...

He grins, a small attempt at pleasant. "Hello." As if he didn't just kidnap her.

"Wh..." She's shocked. And she looks around. Oooh, this was bad. "Grey - what are..." The fear is creeping in, and she tries to grab for the PINpoint in her pocket.

Heeey, right PINpoints. Forgot about that. Other people have those. Yeah. Grey lunges forward quickly, grabbing at her arm hopefully before she can pull it out.

Savannah is grabbed. "Hey, lemmie go, I mean it!" She tries to stomp on one of his feet.

Grey scowls at her and tries to grab the PINpoint away. "Things will be much easier if you cooperate."

"Things?" The PINpoint is grabbed from her, she isn't very strong. "What the fuck are you talking about? Why'm I here? Take me back! HALP! HALP!" Freaking out always helps!

Grey pockets the PINpoint and grits his teeth. She's noisy, does she have to be so noisy? He grabs her by the arm and attempts to yank her up. "I want your blood." Well, that didn't sound too creepy.

Savannah is yanked up, rather unwillingly. She's noisy because she's 16!

"What? What? All of it?" Valid question.

Grey looks at her strangely. "No." He releases her. "Are you going to cooperate or do I need to restrain you?"

"Restr- oh, I thought you were a crazy, but now I'm sure of it..." She kicks at him and scans frantically for an exit. A door, a window, anything. All in a semi-blind panic, this is definitely not her day.

There are no windows, the only light coming from the hanging fluorescent ones, and the only door is at the top of the basement stairs. It's also solid metal and requires a password typed into a keypad to open.

"Restraints it is." He growls, dodging the kick. He moves to grab her. He'll carry her or drag her if he has to!

"No no no no no no no!" Not that saying as such does her any good. What was he going to do, seriously? Her eyes...removing her eyeballs for further study was the top of her list of worries, as was the distinct possibility of rape (16 year old girl locked in basement by a man. What else could happen?), torture, death...certainly no returning to her home...her father, or Kurt...

And she is dragged, though Grey might find it easier than before, as she's shaking quite a bit and doesn't have that much control over her legs anymore.

Grey will lift her onto a surgical table then, moving to strap her limbs into restraints. He pauses, tilting his head. "What is your name...?" Wow. He doesn't even know that much.

I'm on a dissection table, I'm on a dissection table I'm on a disse - His question stops her frantic thoughts.

"My name? You kidnapped me and you don't even know my name?" She tries to flail against the restraints, but they're much stronger than she is and eventually she gives up, for the most part.

"I'm Savannah, Savannah Grey. ...Please let me go? I didn't do anything to you."

Grey snickers. "Let you go? Not yet. That would make the whole thing rather pointless you know." He ties a rubber tourniquet around her upper arm and starts setting things up to take blood.

Yet. He said Yet. She likes that word. But she gets a look at all his equipment and attempted struggles begin anew.

"Oh come on, I hate needles, you can't be serious..."

Grey could very well be lying you know. "I'm quite serious." He assures her, swabbing her arm. He carefully finds a vein and slides the needle in, taking a good few vials of blood from her.

Once he's finished he walks off with the vials, returning with a clipboard. "I have some questions." He wheels desk chair over and sits in it, looking pleased.

"Now... what exactly does your mutation entail?"

She loathes needles, but at least Grey is gentle about poking her, and she figures that maybe, if he was being so careful as to clean the site before poking at her, perhaps he didn't mean to kill her after all. It alarms her, though, how much blood he collects.

She can't wipe at her eyes or nose so she makes do by rubbing her face as best she can on her shoulders. "Mmm-my mutation?" She debates lying. Decides against it.

"It's only my eyes...I can see microscopic s-s-stuff...and things far away...you know, l-like a m-microscope or a t-t-telescope...Oh please don't take my eyeballs out or anything...please please I've never done anything to you..."

Grey is grinning as he jots on the clipboard. "Excellent. That's amazing." He completely ignores her plea not to have her eyes removed.

"Your parents... any abnormalities?"

More squirming! Isn't very effective, though.

"N-not my mom. M-my dad has the x-gene, h-he can do some stuff...uhm, he's a tele-tele-tel-er...he picks things up with his m-mind? And...and he c-can project uh...a ghost of himself anywhere he wants...a-and I think he's kinda telepathic."

She turns her head to squint at him, though it's a bit hard to do, through the tears. "Y-you're not from the Shop...are you? Oh G-God, if they t-tracked me d-down again..." She sniffles.

Grey pauses in his writing and looks at her. It's hard to say exactly what he's looking at her with. He just stares at her, even twitching when she gets to 'telepathic'.

He finally seems to realize she's asked him something and snaps out of it. "Shop?" He frowns. He certainly doesn't place it as scientific... I mean she said shop. What, did she steal something from a shop or something? Oh, whatever.

"No." He stands and draws a penlight from his pocket, moving to shine it into her eyes for a peek.