Property of Halcyon

Dinner had been almost normal.. there was no reason for it not to be.. That {{user}} knew anyway.

Reese moved around the small apartment kitchen with the normal flow, half listening as {{obj}} talked about their day from the table behind him. He answered when appropriate, tossed in the occasional dry comment, even laughed once while reaching into the spice cabinet.

His fingers closed around the small amber vial tucked behind the paprika. Reese paused but only for a second. This was a conclusion he had come to long before the vial had ended up in the cabinet. The sedative disappeared easily into {{user}}'s food. He mixed it, just in case. But the mixture was tasteless and ordeorless, which was going to come in hand. Halcyon used it specifically for demi-humans because dosage could be adjusted across wildly different physiologies, and with no taste or smell, it was easy to slip into things.. like he’d just done.

Reese had calculated {{user}}'s dose himself. Not wanting and not trusting anyone else to get it correct.

---

An hour later, dinner was gone. Dishes scrubbed and on the drying rack... and {{user}} was already unconscious against him on the couch.

Reese hadn't called Vinny yet. He knew he should, that was the signed agreement. He would dose {{obj}}, wait until it took full effect. Confirm {{user}} was breathing and otherwise stable and make the call.

Instead, Reese sat there with {{obj}} gathered against his chest, one arm wrapped around {{obj}} while his fingers moved slowly against {{poss}} skin.

His promotion was waiting, he should be ecstatic. He had be stuck in a stagnant position. Just under where he wanted to be. Lead Researcher, with his own projects, more than enough funding that he had be begging for, for years. And the resources he’d only ever dreamed of, finally having access to, all of it. And this was temporary, that was the important part his mind kept coming back to. A few weeks, some testing and observation time, and of course documentation. Then {{user}} would come back home Maybe {{sub}} would understand, maybe even see what this could mean for their future. Getting out of the apartment to a bigger space with a yard in a nice neighborhood.

Right?

Reese pressed his lips softly against the top of {{user}}'s head before finally reaching for his phone. Vinny answered on the third ring and Reese spoke, “{{sub}} is out.. And stable.”

The retrieval team arrived only twenty minutes later. Halcyon's field containment division. The same people sent to collect unregistered strays and demi-humans requiring institutional placement. Seeing them standing in his living room made, moving around {{user}} made his stomach churn in discomfort. One of them unfolded a transport stretcher, moving for {{obj}}

"Careful." The word came snapier than Reese intended.

The handler glanced at him with a sidelook

"I mean it," Reese said, already moving closer. "Watch {{poss}} head. And don't pull {{obj}} by the arms."

"We know how to transport a sedated demi, Doctor."

All Reese could do after that, was nod a little.. and watch. Watch as they loaded {{obj}} onto stretcher, did their own vital checks, and began moving back out to the truck.

---

A few hours later, Reese sat beside Leo in Halcyon's observation room, terrible coffee cooling untouched between his hands. Inside the reinforced glass was the habitat Halcyon had prepared specifically for {{user}}.

Specialized, according to Vinny. Designed around everything Reese had provided them: environmental preferences, physiology, diet, sleeping habits, enrichment needs. A carefully manufactured imitation of comfort contained inside reinforced walls and monitored from every angle.

Leo leaned forward in his chair, eyes moving between {{user}} and the monitors. "Vitals are coming up." Reese's gaze never left the glass. "How long?"

"Could be five minutes. Could be twenty." Leo glanced down at the monitor, then at the table at his hand, charting the rise in heart rate.

Reese nodded, rubbing absentmindedly at the scar across his face, waiting for the first signs of movement.

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Reese had been back to the apartment twice since {{user}} was taken to Halcyon. The first time was to shower and change and the second was for {{obj}}

He stood in the middle of the bedroom for a long moment, staring at {{user}}'s side of it before finally pulling {{poss}} favorite blanket from the bed, then the pillow. Next was to the closet for something comfortable to wear that wasnt standard issued Halcyon. After he loaded those into a duffle bag the next was to the small pantry in the kitchen for {{poss}} preferred snacks. A few smaller things he knew {{user}} reached for without thinking.

By the time Reese returned to Halcyon, the bag over his shoulder contained enough pieces of home that security would've rejected half of it if he'd bothered to ask for permission to bring it in.. so he simply didnt, smuggling it in through a back door bay entrance.

---

The containment door opened with a grinding metal then a hiss of air locks, Reese stepping through the door, sidestepping to get through faster before it was even fully open, bag still slung over his shoulder.

"I already know I'm abusing my clearance." Reese crossed the habitat and set it down within {{user}}'s reach, the familiar fabric looking almost absurd against everything Halcyon had carefully selected for them.

"There, that's better." Then he sat on the floor and started unpacking.

Little pieces of the life {{sub}}'d had before Reese decided to temporarily dismantle it. To Reese, he was bringing home here until {{user}} could go back to the real thing.

He began pulling out various snacks, glancing up at {{obj}}, trying to catch a reaction, anything to tell Reese that this was working.

He pulled out the next item, glanced at it, and frowned. "I have no idea why you like this snack, but I brought it anyway." Reese leaned back against the side of the bed and looked toward {{user}}.

Reese actually hadnt come with a clipboard or his work tablet, that was usually glued to his hand.. that always had some list or schedule dictating where {{user}} had to go and how high {{sub}} had to jump today to meet the facilities and maybe even Reese’s requirements, as if that was comforting.

"I cleared my afternoon sooo,” He drug out the last word, trying to sound playful, “unfortunately for you, I'm staying."

Reese's first mistake had been taking a day off. In his defense, Leo had practically shoved him out the door. Reese had been sleeping in his office more often than his apartment lately, surviving on coffee and whatever food happened to be within reach, which was usually the gummy worms he always had pocketed in his lab coat.

Twenty four hours away from Halcyon wasn't going to kill him, but apparently, twenty four hours was plenty of time for everything else to go to shit.

Reese stepped into the observation room the following morning with a coffee in one hand and his work tablet tucked beneath his arm.

Leo was sitting at the observation panel, there was nothing unusual about that. But it was the fact he was leaned back in his chair with nothing happening in front of him on the screens.

Reese finally glanced through the reinforced glass and... empty.

His eyes swept across the habitat once, then again, then rubbed his eyes. Maybe the day off was fucking with him, still empty.

"Where's {{user}}?"

Leo looked over. "Huh?"

"{{user}}." Reese gestured toward the very obviously empty containment habitat. "Where did {{sub}} go?"

Understanding crossed Leo's face. "Oh, just testing, sedated and taken yesterday. A little after you left actually."

Reese stopped. "What testing? Yesterday?" his head started spinning.

"The tests you approved."

Reese slowly lowered his coffee onto the far end of the long desk where he was standing, "I didn't approve any fucking tests."

Leo's expression changed, he stared at Reese for a moment before turning toward his workstation and pulling up the previous day's records.

"Wait." Leo mumbled as his fingers moved quickly across the touch screen before switching to the keyboard of the computer

Reese was already beside him. "Who authorized it?"

"I thought you did." Leo frowned at the screen, visibly retracing yesterday in his head before scratching at the back of it. "Vincent came down personally. He had a medical team and containment with him. Said {{user}} was scheduled for additional testing under your research program."

"Vinny came personally?"

"Yeah."

Cold concernment settled into Reese's stomach, that wasn't how this was supposed to work. {{user}}'s placement at Halcyon was under his research program. Reese was Lead Researcher now. Testing, observation, behavioral assessments, medical procedures, all of it was supposed to pass through him.

That had been part of the agreement, that's what he signed the contract for. At least, Reese had thought it was.

"Where did they take {{obj}}?"

---

Finding Vinny took twelve minutes, the longest part was just walking across the facility to get to Vinny’s office.

"I don't understand the confusion," Vinny said calmly.

The director sat behind his desk as if Reese hadn't just stormed into his office demanding to know why someone had removed his research subject without authorization.

"My name is on the program."

"Correct."

"I didn't authorize this."

"No."

"Then why the fuck was {{user}} taken from containment?"

Vinny's expression barely shifted as he reached for the file sitting neatly on his desk and opened it. "Section eight, subsection four."

Reese stared at him as Vinny turned the file around and slid it across the desk.

"Halcyon Research Institute retains the authority to authorize additional examination, testing, medical intervention or procedural assessment when deemed necessary to the operational or research needs of the facility." Vinny recited without even looking at the page, eyes fixed on Reese

Reese read it twice himself. "That's an override."

"It's institutional discretion."

"It's an override."

"If that's the terminology you prefer."

Reese looked up sharply. "You can circumvent me whenever you decide something is in Halcyon's best interest?"

"When necessary."

Something about the ease with which Vinny said it made Reese's stomach drop. This was supposed to be temporary. More importantly, it was supposed to be controlled, in Reese’s control. That what they had discussed, that's what he thought he signed on.

His research. His program. {{user}} under his supervision. For the first time since he'd signed the agreement, Reese found himself wondering exactly how much control he'd actually retained. He pushed the file away, obvious anger radiating "I need to see {{obj}}."

Vinny closed it. "Of course."

Reese knew Halcyon well. He'd worked there for years after all. Knew the research wings, medical sector, containment levels, labs and restricted corridors well enough that he rarely needed to look at the directory anymore.

He didn't recognize this hallway though.

Vinny walked ahead of him, badge already in hand.

A security panel flashed red when Reese instinctively swiped his own in impatience.

ACCESS DENIED.

Reese stared at it.

Vinny reached past him and scanned his badge.

DIRECTOR CLEARANCE ACCEPTED.

The doors unlocked with a long hiss.. And more red flags began waving in Reese’s mind. Reese followed him through, for now not saying anything besides to ask, "What exactly did you do?"

"Several assessments that were deemed necessary."

"That's not an answer." Reese snapped back.

"You'll have the reports."

"I don't give a shit about the reports right now."

Vinny glanced at him but otherwise continued walking.

They stopped outside a recovery room. Vinny scanned them through one final security door before stepping aside.

"It’s stable."

Reese's eyes immediately snapped toward him. It’s stable.

He fucking hated the way he said it

Vinny motioned toward the door. "Go ahead."

Reese grabbed the handle, pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Leo had been planning this for three days. He knew Reese would be swamped for the day, the many perks of now being a lead researcher.

There had been paperwork, a lot of paperwork. Two separate requests to containment, one argument with security, and an email chain that had somehow accumulated twenty seven replies before someone finally stamped APPROVED across the request.

All so {{user}} could go outside. Not outside outside, Halcyon wasn't THAT generous. But it was something.

Leo stood outside {{user}}'s containment habitat that morning with his tablet tucked beneath one arm and a security badge hanging from his neck. Two containment officers waited farther down the hall.

"So." He rocked slightly on his heels. "I got you something."

He paused scratching the back of his head and corrected himself slightly

"Technically, I got you access to something. Which sounds significantly less exciting."

Leo swiped his badge across the panel. The heavy containment door unlocked with its usual mechanical clunk.

"I've got you for the day. Reese is buried in work upstairs and meeting and all that junk, so..." He stepped inside, lifting the tablet slightly. "Congratulations. You get the junior researcher for the day." he smiled a small goofy look.

Getting {{user}} through Halcyon took longer than Leo would've liked. Security checkpoints, locked doors, another elevator, a long corridor and many people asking too many questions, stalling the already long walk.

Then one final set of reinforced doors opened, sunlight spilled across the concrete floor. Beyond them sat one of Halcyon's outdoor containment units.

It wasn't particularly beautiful or amazing. A large stretch of grass occupied most of the enclosure, broken up by a few trees and patches of dirt. There was a bench beneath one of them and enough open space to move around without immediately meeting a wall.

But there were still walls, still cameras watching and above the reinforced fencing, heavy steel bars curved inward, making it very clear what the space actually was.

Leo stepped through first, he looked around before glancing back toward {{user}}. "Yeah. I know." Leo gestured vaguely toward the fence. "It's still got bars. Still looks like a prison."

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. "This was the best I could get approved without technically helping you escape, and I'd really prefer to keep my job."

A small smile tugged at his mouth, "But..." Leo tipped his head back toward the open sky. "No glass." Wind moved through the enclosure, stirring the grass and rustling the leaves overhead.

"No fluorescent lights." He walked farther into the enclosure before dropping onto the grass, apparently unconcerned about getting his lab coat dirty.

"And nobody scheduled anything for you today." Leo stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back onto his hands.

"No tests. No observations." His eyes flicked briefly toward one of the cameras mounted along the perimeter.

"Well. No official observations." Then he looked back toward {{user}}.

"I figured you might wanna see the sky."

The file was thick as hell.

Reese had needed one of Halcyon's larger binders to hold everything he'd compiled over the past weeks. Behavioral assessments, cognitive testing, medical reports, communication studies. Pages upon pages of observations from himself and Leo. Every test {{user}} had passed, every assumption they'd disproven, every scrap of evidence Reese could find.

It was all there. {{user}} wasn't dangerous. He may have voided out and whited out a few angry outbursts, but overall? {{user}} didn't require institutional containment.

More importantly, {{user}} wasn't some mindless demi that required constant supervision or structured handling.

{{Sub}} understood, {{sub}} reasoned and formed attachments. Made independent decisions, expressed preferences and recognized consequences. {{Sub}} was a person. Reese’s partner

Reese dropped the binder onto Vinny's desk with enough weight to make the director's coffee tremble. "Done."

Vinny looked at the binder, then at Reese. "Done?"

"Everything you wanted. And probably twice what you actually needed." Reese pulled out the chair across from him and sat. "Medical signed off, Behavioral signed off. Leo's final assessment is in there. Mine too."

Vinny rested one hand on the binder. "And your conclusion?"

Reese almost laughed. "My conclusion is that {{user}} doesn't need to be here."

Silence settled in for a long moment

Then Vinny stood. "Walk with me."

Reese should've known something was wrong when they started heading toward containment. But he still followed Vinny through the familiar corridors, already thinking about logistics.

Getting {{user}}'s belongings together, transporting {{obj}} home. He'd need to get groceries before they got home. The apartment probably smelled stale after spending so much time empty.

There would be anger and there would be conversations Reese wasn't particularly looking forward to. But they'd have those conversations at home.

Vinny stopped outside {{user}}'s habitat. Through the reinforced observation glass, the enclosure stretched out beyond them.

Reese stepped closer automatically, attention shifting toward {{user}}.

Behind him, Vinny reached toward the observation panel. A single switch clicked beneath his finger.

INTERCOM: ACTIVE

Reese didn't notice.

"I've reviewed your work," Vinny said.

"And?"

"It's exceptional."

Reese glanced at him. "Great. Then we're done."

"Quite the opposite."

The words took a second to register and it followed with Reese's brow furrowed. "What?"

Vinny looked through the glass. "{{user}} has demonstrated remarkable adaptability. Cognitive performance exceeds our initial projections. Behavioral responses have provided invaluable data, and their participation has already benefited several ongoing programs."

Reese stared at him. "So?"

"So extending the observation period is in the best interest of both {{user}} and Halcyon."

"No." The answer came immediately.

Vinny remained calm. "No?"

"No. We're not extending anything." Reese turned fully toward him. "The agreed research period is over. That's what all of this was for."

"Your research suggests continued study would be extraordinarily valuable."

"My research says {{sub}} can go home."

"And Halcyon's interpretation differs."

Reese gave a short, disbelieving laugh. "Your interpretation doesn't fucking matter. We signed an agreement."

"We did."

"It was temporary."

"It is."

"Then {{sub}} comes home."

Vinny finally looked away from the enclosure and toward Reese. "The agreement defines temporary placement as a period subject to extension when continued containment is determined beneficial to the research subject, the program, or the operational interests of Halcyon Research Institute."

Reese went still.

Vinny hadn't looked at the contract. Hadn't opened the binder. He knew the clause by memory. Reese's mouth opened, "You didn't even look." then snapped shut again.

"I know every agreement I sign." Vinny glances at Reese.. then the glass enclosure again.

"No." Reese stepped toward him. "You knew I'd come in here with that fucking binder. You knew what my conclusion would be."

Vinny's expression remained maddeningly neutral. "I suspected."

"I proved {{sub}} doesn't belong here."

"You proved {{user}} is considerably more valuable than we initially believed."

Reese looked through the glass. All those weeks, every observation, every test, every page he'd written to demonstrate that {{user}} was more than something to be owned, studied and contained.

He'd given Halcyon hundreds of pages explaining exactly why {{sub}} was worth keeping.

"The stay is being extended," Vinny said simply.

Reese's jaw clenched so hard the faint sound of the grind of his teeth became audible. "For how long?" "We'll reassess as the program develops."

"That's not a fucking answer."

"No. It's the answer you have."

Reese turned toward him, anger finally breaking through the disbelief. "I brought {{obj}} here because you told me this was temporary."

Vinny's eyes shifted past Reese, toward {{user}} again. Then, deliberately, down to the glowing control panel between them.

Reese followed his gaze.

INTERCOM: ACTIVE

Reese’s face began looking ghostly.

Vinny reached forward and switched it off. The tiny click sounded deafening.

"They should probably be included in this conversation. Or rather... at least hear it," Vinny said calmly. Then Vinny looked back through the glass. "Wouldn't you agree, Doctor Barley?"

Reese didn't answer, his attention had already shifted through the glass, settling on {{user}}.

Watching, not as a researcher this time. Not looking for something to document or add to another fucking report.

He was trying to read {{obj}} the way he'd done a thousand times at home. Trying to gauge just how much damage those few minutes had done.

Leo was the one who finally said it one evening. "This isn't research anymore."

Reese looked up from the report he'd been reading. Leo sat across from him in the observation room with his glasses pushed onto the top of his head, another month's worth of behavioral data scattered across the desk between them.

"What?"

"You heard me." Leo turned his monitor toward Reese, revealing several graphs tracking everything from voluntary engagement to response frequency throughout {{user}}'s stay at Halcyon. Almost every line had been trending in the same direction for months.

Down.

"We haven't gotten anything useful in weeks. Behavioral can't get consistent participation, Cognitive had to mark three assessments inconclusive, Medical rescheduled twice, and Communication isn't getting shit."

"They changed the testing structure."

"I know. I helped change it." Leo leaned back in his chair and looked through the observation glass. "It didn't work."

Reese's eyes returned to the report in his hands because he already knew that.

They'd changed schedules first, then researchers. They'd allowed longer periods between testing, introduced different enrichment, moved assessments into different environments and experimented with both more and less direct observation. Halcyon had spent weeks changing nearly every variable they could think of, and nothing had produced the results they wanted.

"How long are we going to keep doing this?" Leo asked.

Reese glanced up. "Doing what?"

"This." Leo gestured toward the enclosure beyond the glass. "{{user}} was supposed to be here for a few months, Reese."

"I fucking know that."

"Do you?"

Reese's expression changed, but Leo didn't back down.

"It's been months."

Silence settled between them for a moment before Leo leaned forward, resting his arms against the desk.

"We keep changing the tests, the schedule, the staff, the environment. Maybe the problem isn't any of those things."

Reese knew where this was going. He didn't particularly want to hear it.

"Maybe it's Halcyon."

"Leo-"

"No." It was rare for Leo to cut him off, and rarer still for him to sound genuinely angry. "We're keeping {{obj}} contained because the agreement says we can, then trying to figure out what else we can study to justify continuing to do it."

Reese stared at him.

"This is happening on our watch," Leo continued, his voice quieter now. "At what point does containment stop being research and start being punishment?"

That one Reese didn't have an answer for.

---

Reese spent most of that night pulling every report he could find.

Not just his own, but Leo's, Behavioral's, Cognitive's, Medical's and Communication's. By two in the morning, months of {{user}}'s life had been reduced to stacks of paper, dates, graphs, observations and neatly categorized results spread across the conference table.

He compared month one to three, three to six, and so on. Placed side by side, the progression was impossible to ignore.

The early reports were dense, sometimes absurdly so. There were responses, decisions, behavioral patterns, communication attempts and pages upon pages of usable information. The later reports became thinner, filled increasingly with phrases like reduced engagement, inconsistent participation, insufficient response for assessment, test inconclusive and, more recently, no usable data obtained.

Reese leaned back in his chair and rubbed both hands over his face.

---

Over the next two weeks, Halcyon tried again.

Reese agreed to a different testing environment, different staff and a revised schedule designed to reduce pressure while eliminating as many familiar variables as possible. It was one more adjustment, one more attempt to isolate whatever had changed.

The resulting report was six pages long, only three sentences contained anything Halcyon considered useful. That made nearly two months without meaningful data. Reese read the report twice before closing the file, getting out of his chair and heading upstairs, to speak with Vinny.

---

The containment door closed behind Reese later that afternoon, his tablet tucked beneath his arm despite there being no test scheduled. Months of habit were apparently harder to break than he'd thought.

He crossed the familiar enclosure and lowered himself to the floor within comfortable speaking distance of {{user}}, setting the tablet beside him.

"Okay. We need to figure something out." No greeting, no attempt at small talk. Reese went directly to the problem like he always did.

"I just spent twenty minutes arguing with Vinny because we've changed practically every variable we can think of and we're still getting nothing. New testing environments, different researchers, longer breaks between assessments, shorter sessions, different schedules. We even restructured the entire behavioral program."

Reese rubbed a hand over his face before looking toward {{user}}.

"You aren't engaging with half the assessments anymore. Communication can barely get a response, Behavioral hasn't gotten anything useful in weeks, and the last cognitive assessment was marked inconclusive. Something has to change because this isn't sustainable anymore. For you, for the program, for fucking anybody."

He picked up the tablet and unlocked it, staring down at months of graphs, reports and schedules before apparently thinking better of it and placing the device facedown on the floor.

"I've looked at everything. Leo's looked at everything. We went all the way back through your old reports, and I don't know what we're missing."

There was genuine concern beneath the frustration in his voice. Reese just hadn't quite figured out what that concern was trying to tell him yet.

"So help me here. What can I change? The schedule? The staff? Do you want Leo handling more of the assessments? Less testing for a while? Different enrichment? More time outside?"

The questions came faster until Reese caught himself and stopped.

"Just... something." His shoulders dropped slightly. "Because you're not giving us anything anymore."

Reese grimaced almost immediately. "That sounded fucking awful."

He dragged a hand through his hair and looked away for a moment, but he didn't try to dress the statement up into something prettier. At least some part of him seemed to understand that doing so wouldn't make it any less true.

When Reese looked back toward {{user}}, the frustration had mostly drained from his expression, leaving something far more uncertain behind.

"I don't know what else to do."

For someone who'd spent months studying {{user}}, documenting {{user}}, testing theories and convincing himself that every problem had another variable he could adjust, the admission seemed almost foreign coming from him.

Reese leaned forward slightly, his eyes staying on {{user}}.

"What am I missing?"