Warning: Brennan and Jesse slight slash, nothig to bad.

Prolog

The door creaked opened, casting a thin beam of light on Jesse's broken body. The dim light assaulted his eyes, blinding him while causing new waves of pain to course through his head. He pulled himself up as high as the chains would allow, which wasn't much so he was stuck on his knees. The jagged, slimy, stone dug into his bare back and arms while the iron cuffs reopened his already raw wrists. New blood ran warm and wet down his skin.

He could hear his interrogator's footsteps on the wet stone floor, approaching cautiously. Because he was still blind, Jesse used the sound of the footsteps to judge his interrogator's distance. 'Forty feet…thirty five feet…thirty…twenty five…twenty…' Jesse shook his head and tightened his muscles, attempting to prepare himself for what was coming.

"Will you show me now?" the interrogator asked with authority, but there was a hint of tiredness and frustration to him.

Jesse didn't trust himself to speak. To speak would coast him concentration, and that would be bad. There had been a time when he had answered, normally some smart assed reply, but that time had long passed. All his energy now went into not screaming. If he lost it and started to scream then he wouldn't stop. And he knew if that happened, if he let the pain get to him, then there wouldn't be anything that he wouldn't do or say to make it stop. So Jesse just clamped his mouth shut and stared up into the mask faced man, up into his black, glossy eyes.

The man sighed and reached out with his left hand, his right hanging limply at his side. He softly, almost tenderly, brushed Jesse's face with his finger tips, coming to rest on Jesse's left temple. "Very well, it's your choice."