"Get her out of there for me, promise me - promise..."
June had not promised Damon, he had succumbed to his injuries before she could. June shook her head trying to clear the flashback. June dressed, and headed for the kitchen. Quickly she prepared herself a bowl of cereal and a juice, and then she sat. The cereal went uneaten, the orange unsipped, June's eyes focused somewhere between the kitchen table and the sink.
"Get her out of there for me, promise me - promise..."
"Get her out of there for me, promise me - promise..."
"Get her out of there for me, promise me - promise..."
The horrific evening replayed itself, time and time again. June was roused by the clatter of the morning paper shooting through the swinging letterbox. She made an instant decision; grabbed her car keys and headed for the garage.
30 minutes later the last 20 pence fell into the parking meter at the hospital. June walked briskly to the reception area.
"I wonder if you can help me, was an injured motorist brought in here last night?" June enquired.
"One moment, I'll check,"
June watched the blonde girl teeter away on heels that were far too high for work, 'I'll be seeing you for back problems - soon' she reflected silently.
"Here we are, unidentified male - Lacrosse ward," the blonde stated.
"Can I see him?" June asked.
"Only if you are a relative - he's quite poorly," the blonde looked straight at June, "but perhaps you could identify him for us?"
"No, I'm a just friend - his name is Damon Saunders," June replied, "Look I'm a physio at the Health Centre, any chance of bending the rules?"
"I'll get one of his nurses' - it's the best I can do," the blond girl added with a smile, "take a seat."
June fidgeted for a couple of minutes, before picking up a magazine, seconds later the nurse arrived.
"Staff Nurse Patel, I understand you know our mystery man?" the young woman peered over her spectacles.
"Yes, how is he?" June asked.
"Heavily sedated, he'll probably be out of it for a few more hours. How do you know him?" the nurse enquired.
"He's a patient..." June sobbed; "I found him last night..." tears flowed freely, "Oh god, I'm sorry..."
"No need to apologise, he has a lot to thank you for when he comes to," Nurse Patel held forward a spotless white handkerchief.
"Did he say anything, anything at all?" June sobbed.
"Yes, not that it made any sense to me" the nurse replied.
"He said, 'Get her out of there for me'," The nurse paused, "It's a bit odd really, he was alone in the car?" the nurse asked.
Nurse Patel moved to comfort June, as soon as the attractive nurses flesh touched hers, June jumped.
"Christ, I have to go!" June stood, and abruptly turned to leave.
"Wait, I'm not sure you should drive, just calm down a little first!" called the staff nurse.
"No time" shouted June as the reception door swung closed behind her.
Lorraine entered the lab, and as had been her habit during the night, her first stop was at Alice's pod to check her condition. The vital signs were good, and she appeared to be responding well. Lorraine gazed into Alice's face to see if she was regaining consciousness. Alice's eyes flickered, and then opened widely.
Lorraine was hit by the colour of the irises, a deep purple that wavered and pulsed with an inner life. Lorraine felt herself relax, and grow warm, so warm and comfortable. Suddenly it ended, Alice's eyes returned to their cool blue shade, and Lorraine was released. The scientist slumped a little, she felt cheated; she wanted it back. Shivering a little Lorraine steadied herself.
She heard a small chuckle behind her and turned to see Geraint.
"She let you go, the vector works - we are protected - disqualified as targets," Geraint explained.
"You mean she knows we are not terrorists, how?" Lorraine queried.
"She knows we are not targets, Lorraine - it never did have anything to do with terrorists!" Geraint beamed.
"Nothing to do..." Lorraine struggled to comprehend, "but the Ministry, the brief..."
"All subterfuge, to cover the real mission objective," Geraint paused, and then looked directly at her, "you are now part of that mission, Dr Skelly"
Geraint's eyes flickered, and then his purple gaze caught Lorraine, much as a spider catches a fly. Lorraine stood motionless as Geraint moved to open Alice's pod.
"W,dot,W,dot,W,dot - executive override code wonderful. Subject Lorraine Skelly - remove protection. Vector code 435-698 - activate!" Geraint chanted the words rhythmically.
Alice moved forwards until she was toe tip to toe tip with Lorraine Skelly's motionless form. Alice's eyes swam with the same intense colour as Geraint's. Delicately Alice leant forward to kiss Lorraine; slowly, tenderly Lorraine responded. She returned the kiss, and felt the desire burning though her frame. The lab was gone, Geraint was gone - there was only lust, a deep burning passion. Gently Alice pushed Lorraine to the tiled floor, fumbling open the buttons of her lab coat.
Geraint turned and walked from the lab, his burgeoning erection eliciting a slight limp as he moved. He opened the door, took a lingering look at the writhing women and walked into the corridor. Once he was safely ensconced in his office Geraint relaxed. He drew down the shutters on his office windows and stood erect in the centre of the room. Without further ado, Geraint stripped himself naked; the change began.