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[ockette]

Clair is cocky, when she feels things are going her way.  And she's had Grey in her custody for weeks.  He's not beaten, she knows, but he knows the lay of the land, and what lines not to cross.  She knows this.

If she didn't, she'd never have opened his cell without her arms.  His next dose, the strongest yet, is in her hand, the taser gun casually

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[grey_matter]

And Grey is standing right there as the door opens. Right there. He regards her with an almost robotic stoicism and stillness. It's pretty easy to see the darkened circles under his eyes at this point.

For a moment he almost thinks he's seeing things. There's no way he's this lucky. Clair couldn't possibly be here without her arms. ...It's perfect.

Grey suddenly reaches out in a lightening fast grab for the hand holding the taser.

[ockette]

She expected him across the room. He'd been across the room when she checked the monitors on her way here. It's not until his hand is on the taser gun that she reacts, losing it as she jerks backwards.

"Grey!" It's the same bark of command she'd make with the arms on, but there is a tremor. Definitely a tremor. "What the Hell do you think you're doing?!"

[grey_matter]

If her voice meets his ears there's no reaction. None whatsoever. He steps forward with one foot, intending to slide the taser back and across the room where she can't reach it again as he grabs for her syringe hand now.

[ockette]

His reach is a lot longer than hers, unaided, and he's fast. Clair scrambles back, but her hand, and the syringe in it, are caught.

"Grey! Let go! Don't make me turn you into a god-damned vegetable, I've put too much effort into you!"