Lee had known from the moment the hand touched her shoulder that she was in trouble. Known, because she hadn’t felt the person approaching her, because as far as her powers were concerned, there was no one beside her. In fact, as far as her powers were concerned, there was now no one anywhere around her, despite the fact that her eyes were telling her differently as she stood on the busy sidewalk.

That knowledge of being in trouble skyrocketed up to barely held panic as she felt something cold and hard, very hard, poking her in the side at the same moment that she had heard a voice saying he’d shoot if she screamed.

She hadn’t screamed, she didn’t think she would have screamed even if he hadn’t said anything.

The bigger problems she faced, as her eyes had desperately searched the crowd and found no help whatsoever, was that he was obviously an adapted, or at least someone who was still very close and hadn’t moved was, he had a gun pointing directly at her, and she was pregnant.

She froze, muscles tense, body rigid.

It had not taken long at that point. He had ordered her to move, to get in to a car that was parked nearby. A taxi, specifically. One of who knew how many on the street at that moment. He still had the gun pointing at her, so she had obeyed, wondering the whole time why no one was doing anything, even if this was New York where no one ever got involved. But they didn’t even seem to notice anything strange about her being pushed into the car.

The worst part was, she didn’t even have her purse or anything to drop this time.

And then, as the man had closed the door behind her, she realized why; his hand that had been holding the gun had been tucked inside a light coat he was wearing. Not too heavy to draw much notice, but a coat that had hid the gun she saw him now tucking back into the waistband of his pants.

Watching him carefully, closely, from the backseat of the small, dingy car, Lee waited for him to take his hand off the gun and to move around to the back as he moved over to the driver’s side of the vehicle. Then she moved quickly, or at least as quickly as she could manage without access to her powers. Hands reaching, she tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t work, they were locked. Moving her hand up a bit more, she unlocked the door…except it was already unlocked. The door she had been shoved into just would not open from the inside. Scooting across the bench seat in the back, since the plastic divider prevented her from trying the front, Lee tried the other door to the same effect.

Just in time for the guy to get in the front seat and glare back at her. “Stop making a scene, or I will shoot you,”

When they got wherever they were going, or at least she had guessed that the old shed behind some sort of industrial building was where he was taking her, he stopped, and climbed into the backseat with her as she squeezed as far away from him as she could. It wasn’t enough as he reached out a wet cloth and held it to her face, despite her attempts at fighting him off.
When she woke up, Lee found that she had been locked in what appeared to be a bedroom, but she could only guess where she was; there were windows, but they were shuttered.

There had only been one, soft lamp on when she had woken up, laying on a small bed. Once she had gotten her balance and focus back after whatever that man had drugged her with, she found that there was not much else in the room, just a small table and chair, and an old rug under her feet. There were two doors leading out of the room that she could see.

Pushing herself up off the bed, Lee made her way to the window first door, which opened into a fully enclosed bathroom. Not even a window or a vent in it.

The second door was locked. Not that she had actually been expecting to be able to leave the room at this point, but she had to try. Just as she had to try pulling it open despite the fact that it was locked and she knew that she did not have the energy nor the strength to be able to do it. If she had just been around Tarin more that morning, had touched him more…

Tarin…Lee felt a couple tears come unbidden to her eyes as her hands went to her stomach. She was only starting to show, but the baby, Tarin’s baby, was still in there. And Tarin would have no idea what had happened to her.

She blinked the tears away before they even had the chance to fall.

Still, she had to try.

And that’s when she felt it. It was very faint, must be quite a ways off, but it was unmistakably the feeling of energy, of her siphoning. It was coming from the other side of the door. Lee wasn’t even sure how far away it was, she had never felt her siphoning be this weak before, probably because living in New York, there was always someone closer.

But that meant that there was someone else there, somewhere, a person that was not the adapted who had kidnapped her. And that he was not near enough to stop her powers from working, though she wasn’t yet sure how close he had to be for that.

“Help me!” Lee yelled as she started pounding on the locked door in front of her. It might not help, but she had to try, just as she had had to try opening the door. “Can anyone hear me? Let me out!”

The days passed slowly. Very slowly. And Lee was incredibly tired. She could only ever feel just that one other source of energy, too far away for her to be able to siphon enough to be comfortable.

But at least she could get that little bit, if she was near the door, when the man wasn’t around. Anton, he had said his name was. Lee didn’t know whether that was actually his name or not, but it was all she had.

At least she could siphon from the mystery person for part of the day. Anton spent time in the room with her every day, trying to talk to her, trying to stop her anger towards him. Lee didn’t see that happening any time soon, especially since when he was there, she was getting even less energy. So much less energy than she had ever had to live with. Even when she had been trapped in the camps, she had been getting more energy than this because there were people around. There was just no energy here for her.

How she had managed to even stay sitting in the chair as long as she did, Lee didn’t know. She had moved it over to beside the door so that she could sit there and get what little energy she could.

But after a few days, at least Lee thought it was a few days based on when Anton came to ‘visit’ and when he brought food, she gave up on even the pretence of the chair, settling on simply staying curled up in the blankets she had dragged over from the bed. Laying there, curled up. Except for when Anton came to talk with her and dragged her out. Each day, getting up even with his ‘help’ had been growing more difficult.

Lee had lost all sense of time. She had no idea how long she had been there at this point. It might have been as short as a week, maybe a month. She didn’t know. She didn’t have the energy to even try and figure it out.

The only things that were keeping her going were the thought of Tarin, and the baby. But even then, she wasn’t sure how she was managing to even survive with the minuscule amount of energy she was getting. Even simply trying to eat was a force of wills, hers against her body. She didn’t have the energy to lift her hand, to bring her fork to her mouth, but day after day, it did, she forced herself to eat, because she knew she had to, for the baby.

Even if doing that used up all the energy, and then some, that she had. So much so that there were times Lee had had accidents because she hadn’t had the energy to drag herself the short distance over to the bathroom in time.

At least in that way, Anton was sort of taking care of her, and despite how much she hated him, despised him really, she was grateful that he didn’t let her just lay there in filth. Even if he made it obvious that he was not happy that she wasn’t doing her ‘job’ as a woman and taking care of the house.

((Continued in Lost...but found again