Recombinant 026 (Various)

                                    

                                          
Recombinant 026 
The scent of antiseptic and the lingering smell of isopropyl alcohol wafted throughout the infirmary. Killjoy never saw it as something to cause her discomfort. In fact, she always found it assuring because not only did it mean aid was nearby, but it also reminded her of how clean and pristine the smell was of Viper's laboratory. 
That was exactly what it reminded her of. The scents prompted the memory of a lab, but it wasn't the one that belonged to the Viper she knew. 
Dealing with matters no ordinary person would ever find themselves involved in wasn't anything new for her. She and the rest of the agents had become used to charging out there on the field, always so confident with their skill, always so sure that there would be no consequences if a bullet was propelled into their skulls. 
In the end, they always assumed they would return to headquarters. 
Until she and Fade didn't. 
Killjoy may be free now, but Fade was still out there and in the Legion's clutches. 
The scent that once reminded her of health and medicine now prompted memories of her capture. Battered with no mercy or remorse, healed and treated only for her to be put under the identical torment, taunted and mocked by a woman that bore the same voice and appearance of her lover. 
Physical injuries dealt and healed, freedom once again fully attained, yet in the infirmary with no present company, Killjoy finally realized what she survived. The consequence that could have truly ended her. She was right there, but for some unexplainable reason, she was assisted with her escape and she managed to dodge the axe of death that fell on the spot where her head was once laid. 
Killjoy certainly suffered, and recalling everything she went through was a harsh reminder of her position in her world. She was one of the people that was fighting for it, but now she was there in the medical bay, situated on a hospital bed and clad in a plain white gown. She stared down at the overbed table where a tray of her day's brunch was laid atop, ultimately feeling like a little child that wanted to bawl. 
Most people were expected to cry in both happiness and trauma once they're freed from whatever captors that took them, but for Killjoy, all she thought at the time of her escape and return was her girlfriend and their adoptive son. All she focused her head on was the goal of getting back to them and showing that she was alive and as well as someone that was tortured could be. 
Yet right now, Killjoy felt alone. Viper was there with her when she slept, but when she woke up from her much-needed rest, the chemist was gone. One of the doctors in the infirmary that immediately checked on her upon her awakening was the one Viper chose to assign to her before she left the medical bay. 
According to said medical personnel, Brimstone was rushing Viper to handle a pressing matter. There was also, of course, the responsibility of taking care of their young boy, which Killjoy was sure had befallen Viper personally after the series of events that made Luthor distrust the techie upon her return. With everything that happened, she doubted that the chemist would leave the boy under anyone's care but her own. 
Why Viper wasn't there was clear, and from what Astra and Omen had told her during their travel, it was completely understandable why Luthor didn't want to be around her. 
Killjoy wanted them to be there for her. It was a selfish desire and maybe it was insensitive of them not to realize it themselves, but she also knew that this was one of the cons of being an agent of the Protocol. She was not Viper's priority at the time, and Killjoy knew she shouldn't take it personally. And as for Luthor, the child still had issues that he needed to overcome.