Morning had come far sooner than I would have liked. I had been right in assuming sleep would be next to nonexistant after my little escapade last night... and I was an avid lover of sleep.

That being said, I had absolutly no regrets for what I had done. In fact, I felt quite the opposite. Last night had been liberating. But it had also served as a stark reminder to how wrongfully Jayce had been treated.

I glanced over to Tony (moreover to the tray he held) falling in stride beside him.

We were on our way to Jayce's room to start another monotonous day of exercise and study.

"Is that all he eats?" I asked, nodding toward the tall glass of fibreous looking brown sludge. It smelled worse than it looked, if that was even possible.

All I had ever seen him consume was those disgusting shakes at breakfast and a few bottles of water throughout the day. Surely a man of his incredible size and stature needed more than that.

"This is a highly concentrated shake, containing all of his dietary needs." Tony replied, stepping aside once we reached the door to Jayce's room.

"I bet if you sat a steak down in front of the man he would beg to differ with that." I muttered, punching in the code on the key pad and pulling the door open.

Tony went in ahead of me, not bothering to wait, and sat the glass on a table beside a black loveseat he had moved in to make a more comfortable setting for me.

I kicked back in the loveseat, not paying any mind to what my uncle was doing while he woke Jayce.

Today was a no-injection day (as were most days) so I had a good half an hour before I had to worry about Jayce who had likely not forgotten last night.

I had not considered whether or not he may say something to Tony about me waking him... hopefully he would keep that mouth of his shut.

I was in the middle of reading another science book, one of many that I had stolen from Tony, when Jayce finally sat up.

I peeked over the edge of my book, watching timidly for the moment he realized I was there.

He stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Seconds later he had looked up, scanning the room. He froze when his eyes landed on me, his golden irises narrowing in an I-have-not-forgotten scowl.

I smirked right back at him. If he wanted to soil my good mood he would have to try a lot harder than that. So I slammed a door on his face... it was not like it had even hurt him.

"That is odd," I heard Tony mutter, speaking for the first time in nearly an hour.

He was standing across the room with the drawer to Jayce's medicine chest open... the same one I had broken in to the night before.

"I could have sworn I counted eight syringes in here."

The air died in my lungs. My eyes shot from Tony to Jayce who sat with his distugsting sludge in hand. He was shooting me another dark look.

This was all my fault.

"Jayce," Tony spoke, directing his scrutinizing gaze to the alien in question, "has anyone besides me and Dr. Short woke you within the last twenty four hours?"

My stomach twisted into knots, my palms were sweaty. Was it getting increasingly warm in here or was it just me?

Seconds ticked by in silence, but it felt like an eternity before anyone spoke. The tension had grown so thick it could have been cut with a knife.

Was I the only one freaking out here?

"No." Jayce finally replied, stoic and void of any emotion what so ever. He looked away from Tony and resumed gulping down his shake just as casually as if we had been discussing the weather.

He looked so innocent, so completely oblivious to what was happening that I would have believed him myself... if I did not already know better that is.

How had he learned to lie so well? What else has he lied about? Had he lied to me?

My god, I was growing more paranoid by the second.

"Very well," Tony sighed, turning back to the drawer, "I must have miscounted."

That was it? Again, I was left completely baffaled. There was the potential that a syringe had gone missing and he was really not going to persue the matter...

I stared on in disbelief at this utter madness and waited on the erratic pounding in my chest to slow.

Eventually things settled back down to their noral pace. I sat at my chair, skimming through my science book. I had been stuck on the current page for the last ten minutes, reading and rereading the heavily...