She remembered. Having been engineered with a photographic memory, there was no way Blue could ever forget. Even through the haze of tranquilizers and never ending pain, voices swam up from the dark depths of memory, coupled with still-hazy but unmistakable images, faces that horrified her.

Blue clutched Omega with trembling hands, letting his nearness wash over her like a soothing wave, warm and unmistakably possessive, indicative of his unquestionable devotion. The taste of his mouth was calming, familiar, customarily gentle. Blue inhaled his breath, letting Omega once again fill her senses until she had to breathe again, leaning away slightly to rest her head against his.

Her skin felt dingy, dirty. Her hair was tangled from a week without a brush. She could still feel invisible hands on her body; touching, probing, exploring--she shuddered. Blue instinctively insinuated her way into Omega's arms, ignoring the protests of her abused muscles--she just needed a safe place to hide for a while, a place away from all prying eyes, a place where she could cry without question.