Who: Jane and Davis What: A break and enter gone wrong. Where: The city centre. When: Just past 1am. Warnings: Will be swears.
Jane stalked through the pharmacy, making her way to the back where she knew the script medications were. It had been a simple enough job to get in; the alarm panel she had shorted by shoving a crowbar in to it, the door she pryed open on her second try. She was pretty sure that no-one had seen her, though she wasn't being quite as stealthy as she usually was. Her need was too great.
After the episode the night before, with Jack having to 'rescue' her, she knew she had to take action. A doctor was out of the question, besides, she had a pretty fair idea of what she needed. Perhaps her 'curse' (as she had started to call it) would even help her out. She needed drugs. Drugs would make it all better.
Jane reached the back counter, slipping behind after a quick scan at the security cameras. There was a heavy door, locked with a key, that she knew held all the important medications. Pulling out her makeshift lockpicking kit, she stared at the lock a few minutes until she could clearly see the mechanism in her head. She flipped it open with a hair pin and a small flathead screwdriver and pulled the door open, chaffing her injured hands in the process.
Rubbing her cut palms absently, she stepped in to the vaulted room and looked around her. There were millions of tablets, in thousands of boxes and bottles. It was perhaps, she admitted to herself, going to be more difficult than she thought.
She searched the shelves until she found something she thought she recognised. Scanning the packet, she began to look deeper at the tablets to see if she could find anything out. Instead, she got a breakdown of how the box they were in was constructed, a list of ingredients that were in the glue used to keep it together, the method of turning the pulp in to cardboard. She dropped the packet in disgust, then reached up and found another bottle.
Ignoring the bottle for now, she fumbled with the lid, trying to break the child lock with her injured hands. The lid finally sprang off in her hand, the pills scattering everwhere.
"Shit!" She exclaimed, dropping to her knees to pick up a tablet. She held the small white pill in her hand and focused. Her mind tried to wander around the tablet for a few moments, so in her frustration she opened her mind as far as she dared. The information hit her like a wave, taking her breath away and giving her an instant headache. The pain came with it, like her hands had been thrust in to the coldest water. She clenched her fists, gripping the tablet so tightly it cracked in her hand. She shut her eyes, frantic to stop the onslaught of information, but it was too late.
Jane gasped for air, sinking down to the floor, and pressed her cheek against the cold floor. She tried to remember how Jack had calmed her down, but she was helpless, drowning in wave after wave of nausea and agony. She rolled over, and before she could stop herself, she vomitted.