Disclaimer: I own absolutely, positivity, nothing. CBS does. So I'm not making any money out of it, I'm just taking my favourite people for a spin around the universe...

This is in response to the August AU challenge at The Delphic Expanse, which was...

You will be assigned an episode at random, and write a story that imagines the consequences if that episode had ended differently.

My episode was Two Days and Two Nights.

This story has a dose of nearly everything...

Friendship - Jon/Trip Slash by the end.

Het

Angst

Drama

Action

Violence

Humor

Rated NC17 due to 1 het sex scene, and violence.

This is Jon/Trip centric, however, all the crew do make an appearance.

Anyhoo, my thanks to Tish who beta'd this for me. *hugs*

Okie dokie then, here ya go...

Heat rushed through his body in an aching need as he kissed her forcefully - hungrily.

He moaned when their tongues met, entwining in the dance of nature's force.

Frantically undressing each other, they stumbled up the steps to the captain's bedroom loft.

The captain didn't break their kiss when the back of his legs came into contact with the king sized bed. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Keyla and pulled her with him as they collapsed onto the mattress.

His gasped when Keyla's naked body made contact with his. He ran his hands roughly over her supple breasts - her erect nipples.

Overwhelmed with lust, Archer broke the kiss and quickly took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking like a man dying of thirst.

He groaned, and engulfed her nipple deeper, when he felt her hand on his arousal, caressing him hard.

Sweat itched down his back, and his chest heaved with desire as twisted, covering his naked body over hers, thrusting urgently as pleasure raced to his groin.

The spell was broken when he felt a sharp sting on his arm. Archer slowed, and laughed breathlessly. "I think your nails need…"

The rest of his sentence was cut short when his head spun, and his stomach churned. The room swam in his vision as rough hands rolled him onto his back. He closed his eyes, trying to quell the nausea that threatened to rise from his stomach.

"What's going on?" Archer tried to ask, but his tongue felt swollen, and his lips refused to move. The captain forced his eyes opened, and found himself staring into dark eyes.

It was the last thing he saw…

"Should we contact the captain and tell him about Travis?" Crewman Cutler asked as she fussed with the sheet that covered Doctor Phlox.

T'Pol contemplated the question while she checked on Ensign Mayweather. The ensign's breathing had stabilized and his pallor had returned to near normal, though he still seemed to be quite unaware of his surroundings. Overall, T'Pol thought he appeared to be improving.

The Sub-Commander folded her arms behind her back. "As the ensign seems to be recovering well, I see no reason to interrupt the captain's recreational time," she finally answered.

Cutler smiled. "And what should we do with Phlox?" she asked patting the inert from under the sheet lightly.

T'Pol raised an eyebrow at the tender gesture but said nothing as she walked over to where the doctor had fallen asleep once more. "There is no point in trying to awaken him and return him to his quarters," she said turning toward the door. "It would be best to let him continue his hibernation where he is currently lying."

"Aye, Sub-Commander."

"You did well, my dear."

"Thank you, my love."

I know those voices, Archer thought sluggishly.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Keyla?" the captain tried to say, but was surprised when no sound materialized.

He attempted to swallow and clear his throat to try again, but his mouth was as dry as a desert. He couldn't get any saliva going.

"Well, Keyla, we're going to get the truth from our dear captain."

Archer's pulse raced when he finally recognized the man's voice. He frantically tried turning his head and opening his eyes, but his muscles refused to cooperate.

"And how are you going to do that?"

Archer felt a prick on his arm.

"Just wait and see my dear."

The captain fought to open his eyes so he could look at the man that had put him and Ensign Mayweather through hell, but his body still refused to obey his mind.

"He appears to be waking," Keyla said.

Archer groaned as he finally managed to open his eyes to stare at the distorted face before him. "Grat," he rasped.

Colonel Grat curled his lips. "Welcome back, Captain."

Archer willed his eyes to focus on Keyla who was standing slightly behind Grat. There was something in her eyes that the captain couldn't quite recognize, but for the moment he had uglier things to worry about.

"Waddya want, you sonofabitch?" he slurred, still unable to get his mouth moving properly.

"What I want, Captain, is information," Grat said.

"We've been through this before. I don't know anything."

"Oh… I beg to differ, Captain."

The captain tried to sit up but could only raise his head. He looked around confused and for the first time noticed that his hands and feet were tied to the bed. "You won't get away with this. Enterprise will come for me," he hissed.

Grat walked along the length of the bed. "I believe that you are not due back at your ship for another twelve hours. That gives us plenty of time to get reacquainted, Captain. And for me to find out all I want to know."

Archer squirmed when pain flared in his chest.

"Oh, and I must inform you that the drug we've used," Grat preened as he ran his fingers over the captain's chest until he reached Archer's face. "Is highly experimental," he said lifting the captain's chin. "I have no idea how it will affect the human body, but it proved quite effective against the Suliban that we recaptured."

Archer felt sick at the thought that Danik and his daughter, Narra, would be back at the mercy of this monster; he only hoped that they were the ones that got away.

"They didn't know much. This I knew," Grat continued cocking an eyebrow. "But they were very helpful in assisting me in tracking you down."

Archer's heart started to beat faster and sweat trickled down his face. He wasn't sure if it was from the drugs Grat had administered, or if his fear was starting to take hold, but whatever it was, he didn't like the demented look of the man in front of him.

Grat stroked his fingers along the captain's cheek. "One in particular told me where you were going." Grat pinned his eyes on the captain. "The Torothan home world."

Archer's heart skipped a beat.

"I heard that you had quite an adventure. I do hope that Commander Tucker is fully recovered. From what I saw earlier," Grat smirked, "he appears to have not learned his lesson about exposing himself to danger."

"You leave the commander out of this," Archer warned.

"Oh, I have no interest in Commander Tucker, though he may prove to be useful if you refuse to answer my questions."

Archer looked at Keyla then back at Grat. "What do you want with the cabal?"

"I'll keep that to myself," Grat said.

Archer gasped when pain itched at his skin.

Grat stroked the captain's face again. "Don't worry, Captain," he baited. "Scream as much as you like. No one will hear you."

Archer frowned. "What are you…"

Then it hit - pain so intense that it sucked the air right out of him, closing his throat so that he couldn't emit a sound.

Archer squirmed as another wave of fire ran through his body. He tried to curl into a ball, but even that proved fruitless. He was tied down. He groaned when another surge of pain assaulted his body.

Closing his eyes, he thought of one person. "Trip…"

To Be Continued…