The Mystical Attraction of Alpha - Season 4 Episode 14

Ella

“I really must insist,” Leon says awkwardly, looking around at the packed guest bedroom, “that we…thin the crowd. Just a bit.”

“Well, I’m not leaving,” I say, stepping forward and bouncing Rafe in my arms as I look down at my sister laying on the bed. Cora is awkward and uncomfortable as she looks around at the collection of investigators, at Roger, at me, Rafe, and Sinclair, all standing around her. Leon sits primly squeezed into a chair at her side.

“Perhaps…the child?” Leon suggests and I sigh, realizing that he’s right. I turn to Sinclair, my eyes pleading. “Can you?” I ask. Sinclair blanches at me. “Ella – I have to be here to hear this ”

“Please,” I say, stepping towards him.” Maybe we can…like, is there a way to make a video feed? Or sound? So you can hear in another room?”

Leon’s eyebrows go up. “That would work,” he says, looking at Sinclair, who nods firmly, reaching out for Rafe.

“I owe you,” I whisper to him, standing on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek and handing the baby to him. “I can’t leave her.”

“I understand,” Sinclair murmurs back, “I’ll send someone up with AV equipment in a few minutes.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb before signaling to the investigators to leave the room with him. I turn back to my sister and then blink when I see Roger still standing in the corner, his arms crossed.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask, surprised. Roger just stares at me for a moment, apparently appalled that I would ask. ” I’m the lead investigator on this, Ella!” he informs me, frustrated, throwing out an explanatory hand. “I need to be here! To ask questions! To guide the investigation!”

“Ooooookay!” I say, putting my hands up placatingly. “I just didn’t know lead investigators were usually so pissy.” “Pissy!” Roger gasps, leaning forward to me, aghast. “Ella, I -”

“Roger,” Leon says, holding up a hand towards him. “We need a calm environment for this to work, and your level of agitation is…non-conducive.”

Roger stares at Leon, his mouth open, shocked to have been put in his place so politely. “Yeah,” Cora says, grinning at Roger and wrinkling her nose at him. “So, in other words, stop being so pissy.”

Roger stares between us for a moment and then leans back against the wall with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and raising a hand to press the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Sisters…” he mutters, “I am never again spending any time at all with… sisters.”

A younger member of Sinclair’s team enters quietly then, nodding to me and beginning to set up a computer and a microphone on Cora’s far side. He works quickly while Roger composes himself and Leon prepares the ether shot. I sit down on the end of the bed, putting a hand on Cora’s ankle – the only thing near enough for me to touch and mouth “thank you” to her.

She sighs and leans her head back on the pillow, nodding to me and accepting her fate.

“Now Cora,” Leon says, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder that makes her flinch. I grimace, knowing how tense she is about this. “I know that you’re aware of some of Ella’s experiences with hypnosis, but everyone’s journeys are a little different. I’m going to give you the shot, and then I’ll guide you back to your memories of that day. You’ll hear my voice, and then, when you’ve accessed your memories, Roger will join me in asking you some questions. Is that all right?”

“Can I stop whenever I want?” Cora asks, looking anxiously up at the doctor. “If I get…scared?”

“Yes,” the doctor a*sures her, tightening his hand a little on her shoulder. “The antidote is right here. We will stop whenever you’d like. And if you’d like to give permission to your sister as well, we can stop whenever she gives the word as well, if she sees that you are in distress. Would you like to give your sister permission for that?”

Cora nods eagerly and looks at me for confirmation. I slowly bob my head, letting her know that I’ve got her back, as I always do.

“All right then,” Leon says, smiling around at Cora and Roger and me. Then let’s get this started, nice and easy.”

Cora exhales a deep breath and closes her eyes again. She doesn’t flinch at all as Leon presses the needle to her arm, though I suppose that is normal, as she’s a doctor who gives injections all day long.

I see Cora’s eyes start to flicker, though, a little behind her eyelids as the ether takes over and she quickly enters a dreamy half-awake state. I watch her, curious, wondering if I looked the same under Leon’s care. His eyes also on Cora, Roger comes and sits next to me on the bed, wanting to be closer to the action. I give him a warm little nudge of my shoulder, both in welcome and apology for teasing him a few minutes earlier. I’m glad he’s here.

“Hello Cora,” Leon says quietly after a few minutes. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m just fine,” she says, a peaceful smile on her face. “Where are you?” he asks. “I’m at my apartment,” Cora replies, her voice carefree. I blink, surprised. This is indeed different than my own hypnotic states.

“Ah,” Leon says, nodding and taking a little notepad out of the bag at his side, starting to write a little. “And is this a happy place for you?” Cora shrugs and makes a noncommittal noise. “Eh. I’d rather be at work.”

“Do you like work, Cora?” I see my sister nod and smile, my heart warming to see her happiness. “I like to be helpful,” she says, her voice breezy. “And busy.”

“That is lovely, Cora. Why don’t you go to work now, and tell me when you’re there.” There’s a pause and then Cora nods. Leon continues. “What day is it, Cora?” he asks, his voice gentle. “It’s today,” she says, almost as if Leon is stupid for asking. “Duh.” I bite my lip to hold back a little laugh.

“Well today is very dull isn’t it,” Leon says, his voice peaceful, soothing, and persuasive. “Let’s go back a little bit in time. To that day, a few months ago, when your sister came to you and you helped her conceive her little baby. Can you go there?”

Cora inhales a deep, peaceful breath and then a few moments later exhales it. “All right,” she says, her voice humming now with contentment and ease. “Ella is coming soon. I am excited.”

“Go ahead, Cora,” Leon encourages, and I shift my gaze to him, interested to see the different way that he’s handling my sister’s hypnosis. He took a much more hands-off approach when I was in his care, but I can see that his careful guidance here is really precisely what Cora needs. I smile at him, pleased that Sinclair had the forethought to bring him onto our team. “Tell us what is happening,” Leon continues.

“I’m preparing the sample,” Cora reports, a happy little smile on her lips. “We keep them onsite frozen in liquid nitrogen. We had…several vials of this patient.” She yawns a little, relaxing more deeply into the memory. “But I’m just taking out one.”

“And were you quite careful, Cora?” Leon asks, his voice more curious than accusatory. “To ensure that it was the sample from the donor that Ella selected?”

“Oh yes,” Cora murmurs. “No mistakes there. Donor 284726. I can see it on the vial as well as on the paperwork. It’s the right one.” My eyes raise, interested to see that under hypnosis she can remember such details.

“What’s next, Cora?” Leon prods, still calmly taking notes on his sheet. “I take it into the lab for thawing to room temperature,” she murmurs. Then, I will check it for motility to ensure that the specimen is viable.”

“Is that what you’re doing now?” Leon asks. “No,” Cora replies with a happy little sigh. “No, I can’t. Because there’s someone already in the lab,” she replies, content. My blood runs cold at her words, as I realize that this is a detail she didn’t tell us before.

“Who is it?” Leon says calmly, as if Cora just told him she saw a pretty bird and he’s asking what color its feathers were. His voice betrays none of my shock and anxiety.

“A priest,” she murmurs. “A priest?” Leon continues. “What kind of priest – a catholic priest? Or a priest of the goddess?”

“No,” she murmurs, shaking her head as if that’s a silly suggestion. “No, this one’s robes are like the goddess robes. But they’re all black.”