Title: Down A Different Path
Fandom: V
Rating: R
Summary: What if Diana had chosen a different Visitor to mate with Robin Maxwell? Perhaps someone a little closer to her? This story goes AU from the time Robin is captured and taken to the LA Mother ship.
Author: Dragonfan
Lieutenant Martin, personal aide to the Science Officer of the Visitor Fleet, walked into Diana's personal lab. "You wanted to see me Diana?" he asked calmly. Science Officer Diana, who wore the disguise of a dark haired Human woman, was seated at the desk on the far side of her lab. Martin knew well before he felt the press of the laser pistol to his head that Diana's current lover was there. He just hadn't expected to be held at gun point. 'Had Diana finally figured out who helped Donovan escape?' he wondered.
Mike Donovan, a Human camera man and investigative reporter had been caught earlier trying to sneak aboard the Mother ship. Both he and his sound man had been captured. But while his sound man had fallen to Diana's sick scientific curiosity and had lost his life, Martin had helped Donovan to escape.
"Ah Martin, so glad you could join us," Diana smiled. Martin knew that she wouldn't be smiling if she knew just what he'd been up to in opposing the Leader's plans. 'She must be up to something else.' He knew that he wouldn't like it, if only because of the pistol barrel resting against his head. But there was also the fact that he knew Diana.
Diana was one sick bitch as the Humans liked to say. He'd seen more than a few things over the last two years that only the discipline he'd learned from his martial arts teacher had kept him from losing the contents of his stomach over. But the look on her face would have had him sweating if his reptilian physiology had been capable of it. Fortunately Martin had long before learned how to keep outwardly perfectly composed around her, no matter what was happening.
"I know how difficult your orders from the Leader have been for you personally," Diana continued, oblivious to Martin's discomfort.
With that single sentence Martin realized what was going on. Diana wanted revenge for Martin's refusal to come to her bed. He would far rather give up sex than sleep with her. She was pissed that she couldn't have him, even though he was her personal aid. She believed that he should have been assisting her in that area as well. It didn't matter to her if he wanted to be her lover or not. To Diana, only her needs and appetites were important.
Martin knew from the way Diana was looking at him that she'd found a way around the Leader's edict that he not breed, even by accident without special permission from the Leader's breeding council. The Leader had also imposed strict laws regarding breeding for ordinary people as well. Publicly it was a measure to reduce their over population problems. In reality he was actually trying to breed better warriors and had been selecting certain people as special breeders for years. More warriors and fewer civilians made for a much easier population for the Leader to control.
Diana didn't know why Martin was on the list for special breeders. Martin had eliminated that information from his file as soon as he had found out that he was going to be assigned to the fleet. He didn't want anyone, especially someone as crazy as Diana to find out that he was one of the extremely rare twins to hatch alive.
But at the moment, that was neither here nor there. He had to deal with whatever new scheme Diana had cooked up this time. He watched as she slunk out of her chair and over to him. "Which is why I've done my best to figure out a way for you to, shall we say, relieve the stress he has placed you under. I don't wish to go against his orders of course," she smiled and Martin could see the vindictive pleasure both in her expression and body language. "But I just couldn't stand the thought of you suffering in silence any longer. Follow me."
Knowing that he wasn't about to get out of whatever Diana had planned for him, Martin silently followed. It would do no good to protest. When Diana got into one of these moods it was best to go along with her and take whatever punishment she dished out. At least he wasn't being ordered into her bed anymore. Diana led him down to one of the nicer security cells.
When he saw the dark haired young human girl though, his stomach sank. Diana really wasn't going to do what he thought she was, was she? Martin wasn't a prude, although he had projected that image at Diana so as not to be more desirable to her. He had been breed many times by the Leader, in hopes that more twins would hatch. Both he and his brother had become used to performing when ordered, although neither liked it.
But this was a Human girl. She couldn't be more than sixteen at most, if Martin's guess was accurate. He knew that Diana had taken Humans to her bed, most of them without their consent. But he had never been attracted to the way Humans looked. He had gotten used to the body suits that they wore to make them appear Human and had come to find Humans attractive in a distant, aesthetic sort of way, the way you would find any graceful creature. But the thought of mating with one had never crossed his mind in even in his wildest dreams.
He took a second look as they stepped into the cell and the girl backed away from them. 'Shit!' Martin thought with disgust. 'She can't be old enough to do this. And even if Diana did mate me with her there isn't a chance of any offspring.' The thought trailed away as he realized just what was going on. Diana would have her revenge in the nastiest way possible.
There was no way for a child to occur naturally between a Visitor and a Human. By mating him to a Human female, Diana was observing the Leader's orders that no child be conceived or at least that was what she would say if asked. Diana thought that he was a prude though. She probably thought that he'd refuse, thus giving her a reason to have him shot. And even if he didn't, she'd have the satisfaction of watching him have sex with a Human, something she thought he would abhor. She would be very pleased to see him humiliated.