This is the sequel to "Silent Worship". It's not much, bu I hope you enjoy.

Set after "Vengeance", near the beginning of Season 4.

In a Moment

The plan was progressing well.

Their plan.

So simple really. They were alone. Abandoned by their own kind. Rejected. So they would create their own. Loyal. Stronger. Better than those before.

Hybrids.

His knowledge was not tainted. In fact, it was stronger than ever. His mind raced with these new ideas. There was so much that was available to him. So much possibility.

It was thrilling.

And she helped. After their escape. He knew of worlds, possible hiding places, possible working places. But she could go where he could not. Into the settlements, lure those he needed for the work to him. A very necessary piece of the plans. She had even begun the effort of converting spies to his cause. Those that could lurk, could report, could let him know where the next necessary piece would be available for him to take.

Strange. It was this next step that caused his worshipper (partner, assistant , lover)almost greatest anguish. She never spoke, but her displeasure was clear. After the loss of that one facility to the Lantians, these feelings of hers had increased. He would have to show her, have to prove, that this was merely the continuation of the plan. She was pushing herself, working harder, gathering more information for him, even helping him with the experiments.

The process was still far from perfect.

He had started by altering his own DNA, adjusting the balance between the human and wraith within him. The experiments had been… uncomfortable. But he persisted. Understanding of the retrovirus was crucial to the plan. At least now, his work could progress faster with the new assistance. She didn't know. It was not necessary and was not a threat to her involvement.

He felt warm air brush his neck. It appeared that she had been missing his company, as he had been missing hers. He turned to look into her deep brown eyes, now free of the dull terror that once filled them. Her head tilted questioningly at his appreciation of her. He felt her gently place a tablet into his hands. He glanced to it, then back at her. The set of her lips, the blank indifference of her face, to her tensed arms and clenched hands.

She had information on the next part of the plan.

Michael brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. She seemed to melt at his touch, leaning into his touch, eyes closed, savouring his presence. Her pleasure was infectious, making him draw her closer to him. If her information was what he believed, then he would have to leave again soon. He would return. He had to, to administer the treatment and gather information from the new source. And to receive any new information she would have for him. And to be with her, to lie with her and savour her.

Perhaps she knew how important this was to him. To both of them. She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. Placing her information on a nearby desk, he encircled his arms around her, holding her closer.

It was a moment that neither wanted to end, but both knew must.

They broke apart. She left his chambers, to continue the acquisition of intelligence. He stood, relishing the memory of her touch, her being, her scent. Breathing deeply, he took up the information she had given him. It was exactly what he had hoped it would be. A location, a settlement, a people, that he had known would be indispensable to the plan.

Now they would have more humans to continue the process.

Now they would have bait to lure and trap the next step of the plan.

Please R&R.

I've an idea for a third. I'll see what I can do...