Her eyes were red. Not albino red, though she did have white hair. They were the unattractive and puffy kind of red.

"You need to take responsibility for the babies at least. If you're keeping us here, please, you need to check on them. I need vitamins. And healthy food."

She was snubbing the brown paper bag they'd stuffed through the slot. Admittedly, the grease from the cheeseburger inside was turning the brown paper clear…

"S-somebody? Surely somebody can hear me…"

Aw crap. The fire in the girl's voice was getting watered down. She was going to start crying again. Lori hated that. It was downright annoying.

Initial orders were to kill the girl to warp the unicorn. Upon learning she was pregnant… well, plans change. Lori couldn't possibly pass up this genetic opportunity. The union of two mutants had produced twins. Twins! A fantastic little genetic anomaly all on it's own even if they weren't 75% guaranteed to be mutant twins.

Lori was hoping they'd be identical and both carry the gene. How would it affect a baby to have an active gene? Would they have identical powers? What about activating them in the uterus? What would that do to the mother? Would it be bad to activate the gene before the fetuses were fully developed?

Ugh. And there went the water works. Lori wandered off to go get a lab coat and see if there was anyone who could teach her about pre-natal care. The girl did have one thing right, Lori wanted those babies healthy.

When she'd agreed to not use her ability, Maya never expected a situation like this.

At what point did she dare risk the children's lives to escape? They were feeding her. Not what she would be eating, but it was food. No one had done anything horrible to her beyond her initial capture. In fact, she hadn't seen anyone in days.

She decided that if the children were at risk, if they were in more danger than her own power would put them in, that was when she would try to leave.

Sebastian was probably worried out of his head.

Why her? Why now? Maya wrapped her arms around the swell of her stomach and tried for the millionth time not to stress herself out. Stress was bad for the babies. Stress was bad for her mutation.

Maybe she should ask for a shock collar. Maya was terrified of ghosting in her sleep.

She didn't understand the thinking, but Lori agreed to the shock collar. Well, shock bracelet. She didn't want to jeopardize the buns by shocking the oven too bad in the neck.

"You're sure this won't bother you too much?" Lori attached the bracelet to the girl's skinny right wrist. The girl was right handed so it would get in the way, but the left wrist made too direct a line to the heart.

Today, she'd brought in a three bean salad, an apple, a cup of pretzels and a vanilla milkshake to go along with a deep purple prescription strength pre-natal vitamin. Maya seemed happiest when the meals didn't have any kind of meat, but that meant juggling around the nutrition. Funny, the things you learn when taking care of a pregnant lady.

"Makes me feel better to have it, actually. This way I can't slip up."

"You can't escape now. You know that, right?"

"Lily, why do you work for these people?"

Why did she work for these people? Because she was these people. "If I didn't, who'd be looking out for you?" The blonde's sappy smile earned her a hug from the baby momma. Sometimes, Lori felt the tiniest twinge of guilt. Usually in moments like these. The blonde grunted instead of just plain shoving her affection off.

"Come on, I've got to take your blood pressure and then we'll see if we can hear those baby heart beats." Nothing got cooperation out of a baby momma like a promise of hearing the heart beat. Lori only checked in personally as often as a practitioner would. As her pretend practitioner, it was only right and besides… it meant that she got to do all the fun stuff like monitoring the heart beats. Unfortunately, her magnetic field was likely to throw off the ultrasound. Someone else would have to do that.

Maya fidgeted as she passed the mirrored window at the front of her cell. Her hair was growing out and it looked like she had a bad dye job. Since she'd stopped ghosting, her roots were growing brown again. No doubt Dr. Ingram would be fascinated. Dr. Lily seemed interested enough.

She decided to knock at the mirror. "Uhm… is somebody out there?"

These walls were boring. The space was small. The ledge that doubled as a bed was uncomfortable. She couldn't even practice with her mutation. For exercise and sanity, she'd taken to pacing. And counting her paces. And telling her babies stories about their father and brother and uncle. She left their grandparents out of it. That was just too confusing for little minds to understand.

"I-uh, hate to be ungrateful but could I get a book? Maybe? Or some yarn?"