Revelations by SLynn
Summary: In the end is the beginning. Sequel to 'Resurrection'.
Spoilers: AU after 'Fallout'
Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing and will return them all when I'm done, virtually untouched.

Notes: Yes, against all of my better judgement, I've jumped right into part three. Here's hoping it goes well! Thanks and enjoy!

Chapter 1: Warning

The pain ripped through him like an electrical current.

They were taking something out of him and simultaneously putting something in.

They were drilling a hole in his head; drilling a hole through his brain.

And the pain…

He screamed and screamed, eyes clamped together tightly, and still he could hear the laugh of someone not far off.

It was amusing to them.

His suffering was making them laugh, the knowledge of which only made him angrier and more humiliated over the situation – one he could do nothing about. He knew he couldn't stop them. They had him; he was there's for whatever purposes they desired. To be tortured and laughed at. To be used and discarded.

And they were using him.

They were taking a part of him, but he couldn't…

He couldn't…


Matt woke with a start in a cold sweat, sitting upright and looking around an all too familiar room.

It took a moment for him to recall exactly where he was, but only a moment.

He was home.

Matt swung his legs out and over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to forget that awful nightmare. It was only that after all, just a bad dream.

There was definitely something real, something disturbingly real about it, but in the light of the morning, yawning and stretching back to life, Matt found it hard to be too worried about it.

Just as he checked the clock on the bedside table, Matt heard the door creak open behind him.

"I was just coming to wake you."

Matt turned and smiled at Janice as an unfamiliar sense of relief washed over him. Relief so strong it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

"Everything alright?" she asked, moving to sit beside him on the bed and looking extremely concerned. "You look…"

"I'm fine," he said quickly, squeezing her hand in his. "I just… I'm happy to see you. It feels like… It feels like I haven't seen you in a long time and… Must have been the dream. That's all. I had a bad dream."

"Maybe you should call in sick," Janice said, still looking uneasy. "If you're not well. Matt, I don't like the idea of you out there…"

"I'm fine," he assured her, kissing her quickly on the cheek before standing to cross the room. "It's nothing. Really. I'm better already."

Matt looked at Janice, still sitting on the bed, and wanted to believe what he was saying, but he couldn't. The feeling, that sense of dread, couldn't be shaken loose.

Heading to the dresser to get a clean change of clothes, he knew there was definitely something wrong. Maybe not with him or with Janice, but with the room itself; there was something off about it.

Pausing with his hand on the drawer he turned back to Janice, but she remained unmoved.

Instead of opening it and continuing on like he knew he should, Matt reached up and took a picture frame from the top; an empty picture frame.

"Janice," he began, "what happened to this? Where…"

She was up and at his side in an instance, taking the frame from his hand.

"What do you mean?" she asked as she examined it for herself.

"Our wedding picture," Matt explained, as if it was obvious. "It's gone. It's…"

The words died in his throat as she handed it back.

The picture was there now, back in its frame where it belonged. Where it had always been. Just like he'd remembered it.

It was her favorite one. It had been Janice's favorite.


Shaking his head, Matt put the picture face down on the dresser and stared back at his wife.

"What's wrong?" she asked with an eerily familiar smile.

"Nothing," Matt answered, choosing to ignore it for now as he turned back to the dresser and finally opened the drawer.

Staring down, he wasn't surprised this time. It was as empty as he knew it would be.

That's when she laughed.

Matt turned back to Janice, except it wasn't Janice anymore; it was Jenny.

And it all came crashing back down on him like so many times before.

Janice was dead, had been for many years now. Audrey was dead, killed because she didn't fit into the plan. And Jenny, Jenny was still very much alive.

"You have to admit," she said smugly as the room around him shifted, "I'm getting better."

Matt shook his head as the room began to shimmer around him, returning to its natural state.

"I never can get the details out of you," Jenny said, moving across the room to her favorite spot behind a table that hadn't been there a moment before and talking to him much as she would an old friend. "They're all there, inside your head, I just… You won't give them up. It would be so much easier if you did."

Matt said nothing, just moved to his allotted spot across from her as he struggled, as he always did, with the guilt these little sessions caused.

"But, considering how long it's been, you do remember it remarkably well," Jenny continued, undisturbed by his obvious discomfort. "I suppose it's all still in there, if I dig deep enough, right? Is that how it works? Memories stay intact?"

"I wouldn't know," Matt said in a quiet voice, staring down at his hands intently. "I can't look inside your head."

"No," said Jenny with a satisfied grin, "you can't. I've taken care of that, haven't I?"

Matt didn't answer, but his hand did reach up unconsciously to touch the brace around his neck. The inhibitor she'd been making him wear now for nearly six months.

"I wish I could trust you enough to turn it off," Jenny continued insincerely, "but I just can't. Not after last time. Really, Matt, when are you going to stop fighting me?"

"When are you going to let us go?"

"You know I can't do that," she answered, leaning back in her chair with a self-satisfied smirk. "I'm keeping you here for your own safety. Do you know what would happen to you out there? Do you…"

"Stop it," Matt said sharply, looking her dead in the eyes. Hating what she was doing. Hating how she was creeping into his head again.

"I thought you'd be used to it by now."

"It's not necessary," Matt returned, trying to keep his temper in check. Knowing first hand the damage it could cause him and his friends. "I've already told you everything…"

"Everything you remember," Jenny spat back. "Yes, I know. The problem is, Matthew, you don't remember enough. That's why I have to keep doing this. That's why you and your friends are still here. If you would just let me in… If I could just see it all then I could stop."

"I've told you everything I can," Matt returned, quiet once more. "And don't call me that."

"But your dreams… your dreams tell another story," Jenny said, beginning to calm down once more, ignoring his last request. "If we're going to stop them, we have to know. I need to know everything they did. I need to know exactly what Primatech has planned and you're the only one that can tell me."

"You're monitoring my dreams," he said, annoyed by her tone. As if he was purposely holding back. "Isn't that enough? You don't have…"

"Don't have to what?" she snapped back.

Matt didn't answer; they both knew what he was going to say anyway.

Of course Jenny didn't have to make him think he was back with his wife; that everything was still okay and would be. She didn't have to make him believe that this might all be just one huge, awful nightmare. She did it because she found it amusing. It was her form of torture and entertainment.

She'd never stop.

"You're as bad as the doctor," Jenny said, slamming her hands on the table. "No one seems capable of doing their job around here but me."

Matt said nothing. It was better to say nothing when Jenny started to rant this way.

"He keeps saying, over and over, that he can't do it but I know that he can," Jenny continued. "Liar. I know he can. He just doesn't want to. He doesn't realize that he's not just helping me, he's helping his friends too."

Matt continued to maintain his steady silence, despite feeling Jenny's eyes on him.

"What should I do?"

He only shook his head in response.

"Matt," she urged, reaching across the table in a gesture that was too familiar and too disturbing for him to tolerate. "You have to do something. You have to make Dr. Suresh cooperate. Tell me how to make him do it. Make him help me."

Matt fought down a violent shudder as Jenny put her hands over his.

"I can't… I can't make him do it if… He's trying his best," Matt stammered out. "Mohinder is doing everything…"

"He's doing nothing!" Jenny shouted, jumping to her feet. "Nothing! And I know… I know he can! He can do it, he just doesn't want to. He wants us dead, Matt. He's going to let us die!"

"You can't just expect him to come up with a cure…"

"But he can," Jenny interrupted. "He can. I know it. He's the one."

"You've said that before and I still…"

"He's the one," she repeated, almost maniacally. "He's the one and… And he just won't. Why won't he? Why? You have to… Matt, you have to make him do it."

"I can't," Matt said, growing disturbed by her continued raving. "What do you expect me to do? If you can't make him then…"

"Don't lie to me!" she shouted nearly nose-to-nose with him now. "Don't!"

"Jenny, I…"

"I know what you can do," she whispered fiercely, not backing down a single inch. "I know, Matt."

Matt shook his head again, feeling her back inside his mind further than she'd ever been before.

Twitching slightly, he tried in vain to shake her off, but she held firm.

"I know," she repeated quietly.

For a moment, a long moment, Matt was really worried. Scared that maybe she did know. That Jenny had finally figured it out and that she was simply toying with him, waiting for him to make a mistake.

"I don't know…"

Jenny let out a grunt of frustration, finally backing away and pacing the room.

"It's so frustrating," she raged as she walked. "You can do it. You will be able to. I know it… never been wrong… but why do I have to wait. How long…"

Matt watched her progress back and forth across the room, but said nothing. As much as he wanted to know what she was muttering about, he didn't want to attract her attention any more than necessary.

"I wonder if it's the inhibitor," she continued on as if he wasn't even there. "Maybe… but the last time I turned it off…"

She stopped now and looked at him, struggling with some decision.

It didn't take a mind reader to wonder at what it was. Matt knew she was torn between wanting him to use his power and not wanting him to. She loved holding it over him, having that control, but it was evident that whatever it was she thought he could do to persuade Mohinder to work harder involved using that power.

And the last time she had 'let him' use it, it hadn't gone well. The first thing Matt had done was close off his mind to her, and she hadn't liked that one bit. Matt was stronger than she was, better at controlling his gift, and she didn't like that either.

"We're done for today," she finished abruptly, walking to the door having decided not to risk it.

Matt only nodded, watching as she tapped on the door roughly and waited for the guard.

"Take him to the lab with the others," Jenny ordered the man who came to the door.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, walking over to where Matt was now standing.

Jenny gave Matt one last hard, probing glance before leaving. A final reminder of what she could do and what he couldn't. A little more salt in the wound in her own special way; rewarded with a flinch at the unwelcome and pointless invasion.

"Let's go, Parkman," the guard huffed, taking him by the arm more as a matter of protocol than out of any real need. It wasn't like Matt and his friends were going to escape. They hadn't even tried once.

"Are they already there?" Matt asked as they walked down the hall, knowing the way by heart.

He wasn't exactly friendly with any of the guards, Jenny made sure to rotate them regularly, but none of them were exceedingly hostile either.

"Yeah, they're there," was the reply.

Matt nodded.

"They should be having breakfast soon," the guard continued as they neared their final destination. "I'll have them send up yours."

"Thanks," said Matt, honestly meaning it.

The guard jerked his head in acknowledgment.

'Poor bastard, if he knew what the scribe was saying… the trouble he's in…'

"In you go," he said instead, opening the door for Matt and waving him inside.

'Him and that doctor. If they don't produce results soon, it's not going to be pretty. I'd hate to have to see…'

"Thanks," Matt said again before the door shut, this time not just for the kindness but for the warning the guard hadn't realized he'd given him.