AN: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. However a few things to note:
1. Dubious consent
2. Medical theft/body violation
3. This version of the Hood is somewhere between TAG and the movieverse's Ben Kinglsey. YMMV.
The Madman's Heir
By the Lady Razorsharp
One: Procedural
Kayo threw herself against the bars of her prison. "You won't get away with this," she snarled. "Where's Scott?"
Her uncle grinned. "Don't worry; I didn't harm him. Well," he amended, "he's drugged pretty heavily, but he's intact, so-" He shrugged, then his smile crept back, and he walked forward as close as he dared. "You'll see him soon enough, my dear."
Despite her earlier invective, Kayo found herself edging backwards, away from the Hood's leering face. She felt as if cold hands had seized her by the throat, and she sat down hard on the iron cot in the cell. "What-" she cleared her throat. "What are you going to do?"
As if her words had been a summons, the door opposite grated open, and a man in a white lab coat entered, carrying a surgical kit. The Hood keyed a code on the door-damnit, her head was too fuzzy and he was too quick for her to work out the numbers-and the man stepped inside the bars. He knelt and withdrew a small metal tray from the large satchel, and began to unpack various items: A pair of tubes she knew were for the collection of blood samples; alcohol swabs and squares of gauze; surgical tape; a vial of clear liquid. Kayo had been subject to any number of surgeries and repairs over the course of her time with International Rescue, but that didn't stop her from gaping at the last item the man unpacked: A large syringe with a long, large-bore needle. When all the items were organized to his liking, the man tied a surgical mask around his face, then picked up the tray and walked calmly toward her.
"No," she muttered. She didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was, it would not happen. "No."
The Hood's voice rang out, echoing on the concrete of her prison. "I'm afraid you have little choice in the matter, my dear. If you are a good girl and do as I say, you and Scott both will be released, unharmed."
"You think I believe that?" she spat, pressing herself into the bars at her back. "Our family may be many things, Uncle, but stupidity does not run in our genes."
"I very much hope that's the case," the Hood replied cryptically. "If you fight me, I'll simply ask my friend here to put you out, and I'll still get what I want. It'll be easier if you just do what I say."
The man in the mask had stopped in the middle of the room, but now he took a few steps closer. Kayo had been readying herself to kick the man's tray into his face, but the Hood's words stopped her cold. If she was unconscious, there would be no way for her to do her job-which was protect Scott. Her uncle was a scoundrel, but he seemed to have something in mind that was more than just mere murder. Kayo scoffed internally; she wasn't sure which was worse. If she was alone, she would have gladly fought to her dying breath to deny the Hood whatever it was he wanted. However, fate had conspired to bring her and Scott down together, and now all she could do was make sure they lived through this.
"This won't take long," the Hood continued, his voice gaining an obscenely pleased edge when he saw her unclench from her defensive position. "Doctor, if you would begin the procedure."
The faceless doctor finally met Kayo's eyes, and she was shocked to note that they were the same shade of brown as Virgil's. Where her lover's eyes were full of life, these eyes were sad, as if he'd seen much more than he'd ever bargained for in this lifetime. Idly, she wondered if she would be able to rescue him, but that would have to wait to be seen.
"What's your name?" she asked him, as he knelt beside her.
He didn't answer, but he took up one of the alcohol swabs. "Please remove your flightsuit, Ms. Kyrano," he murmured.
"Usually I get to know someone before I take my clothes off for them," she quipped darkly, but he merely blinked as she took the zipper down and shrugged out of the tightly woven material. When she was down to her arming tunic and black hipsters, she made a calming little ritual of folding the flightsuit and placed the booties on top.
"Please remove your undergarments," he asked, and Kayo raised an eyebrow. "You may leave the top on."
The room was chilly and damp, but Kayo felt herself go colder still. She raised her head and sought out the luminous eyes visible in the darkness. "Turn around, you pervert," she snarled.
The Hood's only answer was a low chuckle, but he did as she demanded. When the scant beams of light reflected off the back of his bald head, Kayo once more turned her gaze to the man in front of her.
"Mind telling me what this is all about?" she asked the room in general, stripping off the microfiber garment and kicking it aside.
It was the doctor who answered, if obliquely. "Please lie down on your back. Hold out your left arm, and hold it steady." He swabbed the fold of her elbow and took a blood sample so expertly that she barely felt the stab of the needle. She watched in morbid fascination as brilliant scarlet filled the tubes one by one, then he capped the needle and pressed a bit of gauze against the tiny wound. After shaking the tubes to distribute the blood into the diagnostic compound in the bottom, he stowed them in the bag and then wrapped the gauze in place with a length of tape.
"If all you wanted was my blood, you could have just asked," Kayo snapped. "I'm type O-and I didn't need to do your little striptease for that."
"That's not all I want," came the sly voice, still echoing against the concrete. "Doctor, the second part of the procedure, if you please."
A chill went down Kayo's spine as the doctor took up another alcohol swab and applied it to the skin of her abdomen. Then the doctor turned and filled a syringe with the clear liquid from the vial and pricked the skin halfway between her pubic bone and her hip; in a few heartbeats, half of her pelvic area was numb. Her heart began to thump in her ears as the doctor finally picked up the large-bore needle, but he also took out an instrument about the size of a cell phone from his pocket and thumbed it to life. A shimmer of blue light emitted from it both below and above, and he rested it on her abdomen, adjusting the position slightly every few seconds. From her position, Kayo was able to see a blobby shape swim into the view of the display.
"I've found it," the doctor announced. "It's healthy. No cysts."
"Good. Proceed."
With a sudden shock, Kayo realized what the Hood intended to do. "This is crazy," she spluttered. "What are you-"
Her words ended in a gurgle not of pain but of pressure and violation as the doctor plunged the needle into her left ovary. She lay there, frozen, as the doctor kept his eyes on his work, the words nonononono echoing through her brain but not quite reaching her mouth.
It seemed to take forever, but eventually the doctor removed the needle and its cargo of blood and serum-and, if the Hood was to be believed, who knew how many of her eggs. She blinked, and then there was a white patch of gauze and tape adorning the spot where the burglary had taken place.
"Now, my dear," said the Hood, as the doctor drew a light blanket over her, "Have a little rest. You want to be presentable for your reunion with Scott, don't you?"
With all that was within her, Kayo desperately wanted to rise, to strike, to flee and find Scott-but her body betrayed her. In seconds, she was asleep.
She woke up gasping from a nightmare; she and Scott had gone down, crashed in some featureless wilderness. Her last sight of him had been his face, bruised and bloody and twisted in pain, his arms stretched out toward her. She heard him screaming her name, the sound muffled as if she were underwater; then he was gone, and she was being thrust into the arms of a faceless mad scientist who pierced her with needles-
Kayo sat up, groaning and clutching her abdomen; she felt like she'd been kicked by a mule. Part of that hadn't been a dream, she realized. They really had gone down, they really had been separated. Scott really had screamed her name, but she hadn't been able to respond. As for the mad scientist-
She doubled over, peering at the patch of white on her stomach. Well, the doctor had been efficient, if not overly compassionate, but at least he hadn't been sadistic. However the painkiller had been a kindness that she hadn't figured the Hood would have bothered with. There were hidden depths to her Uncle, she mused, but the thought made her feel like she wanted to take a hot shower and scrub her skin raw.
She sighed. A hot shower-even a cold one-would be welcome; she felt grubby, and her teeth felt like they had fur on them. There was a stainless steel pitcher on the table in the corner, and a small plastic cup, and she decided to investigate. Slowly, she got to her feet, but the wound in her belly only gave a sharp twinge before returning to a dull ache, so she bent to retrieve her underwear and slipped them on. She padded on bare feet over to the table and picked up the pitcher, then gave it a tentative slosh. It was fairly full, so she unscrewed the top and took a long sniff. It appeared to be only water, but she poured a few fingers into the cup and sniffed again. There were plenty of poisons that were tasteless and colorless, but Kayo figured that the Hood had had several chances to kill her-and yet here she was. She took a tentative mouthful and swished, then spat the liquid into the corner of her cell. Only then did she take a sip, followed by another. That would do for now, she thought, not intending to ingest too much if the water was indeed drugged. She set the cup and pitcher back on the table, and for lack of anything else to do, went back to the cot and sat against the bars to think.
She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, there were heavy clanking noises and footsteps echoing against the concrete. It wasn't a drugged sleep, she was pleased to note; just the result of a brain exhausted by fear and stress, and she shook it off to watch as the doctor returned, followed closely by the Hood.
"Feeling better, my dear?" said the Hood in an oily voice. "You certainly look rested."
"No thanks to you," she gritted. "Where's Scott? I want to see him. Now."
Her uncle laughed. "Didn't I tell you that you'd see him?" The doctor opened the door and stepped aside to let the Hood into the cell. "Come, Tanusha," her uncle purred, holding out his hand. "Let's not keep him waiting."
Kayo tried to keep track of the corridors, but they were featureless, so she switched to formulating a plan to get them out of the stronghold. She thought the doctor might be swayed to their side, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. So far, the man had not deviated one bit from the Hood's wishes, either out of fear or some sort of hypnotic hold her uncle had over him, which might prove tricky.
In a moment, however, all of those thoughts were pushed aside as they came upon a glassed-in room that looked more like a hospital room than a jail cell. In the center of the room, Scott lay flat on his back in a hospital bed, his face purpled with bruises but peaceful in sleep. He too had been stripped of his blues and lay clad only in his black microfiber arming tunic, blanketed to the waist. A wave of fire flashed through her; had they done to him what they had done to her-or worse? The thought galvanized her, and she tensed, but the doctor's hand shot out and clamped around her arm. He still wore the obscuring mask, but his eyes were alive with fear. He gave a tiny shake of his head, warning her against action. Hope flared in Kayo's chest-was he going to help them? Obediently, she calmed herself, and let the Hood lead her into the quiet room.
When they were inside, the Hood stopped and quirked an eyebrow at her. He gestured silently to the prone body on the bed, and she didn't waste time. Kayo scurried to Scott's side, gripping his arm, laying her cheek against his. He was cool, but not clammy, and she could see the pulse throbbing steadily in his neck. Tears began at the corners of her eyes, and she laid her head on his chest, letting a few of them fall and soak into his shirt.
Scott stirred at the pressure of her laying against him, his hand coming up to brush the back of her head. "Kayo?" He muttered groggily. "What's going on?" He blinked at the brightness of the overhead lights. "The Hood-"
"Shh, shh." She laid a finger against his lips. "We're being held in his stronghold." She took a shuddering breath. "Scott, listen to me. We're going to get out of here, but you have to listen to me." She grabbed his chin and directed his bleary blue eyes to hers. "He's got some sort of plan, but I think he's going to let us go. You just need to follow my lead. Okay?"
She could see that he was having a hard time focusing, and she whipped her head around to stare down her uncle. "What did you give him?"
"Just a little something to make him a little more...compliant." The Hood's obscene grin was back, and Kayo's stomach did a nauseating flip. "You see, my dear, you're going to provide a service for me-well, you both are, really." He came closer, hands behind his back, and looked down at Scott, who was dozing again. "Such a fine young man-strong, healthy, good looking, intelligent. Jeff Tracy sure knew how to grow them, eh?" His delicate fingers explored Scott's muscled bicep, then touched the left side of Scott's face to bring the tousled dark head toward him. "Yes. He's a fine choice, although really, any of them would have done nicely. I just happened to hit the proverbial jackpot."
Kayo's heart was in her throat, rendering her absolutely speechless. He couldn't mean...he couldn't...
The thoughts ground to a halt as her uncle's eyes fastened onto hers. "You were always part of the equation, dear Tanusha," he murmured. "You see, I have no children of my own-in fact, I am unable to provide myself with an heir of my own issue, for reasons that I'm sure you will be grateful not to know. However, you-flesh of my brother's flesh-you are the closest genetic relative I have."
"You're going...you want…" The words stuck in her throat again, and she swallowed hard. "A child?"
"Don't look so stricken, my dear; you're not going to bear it-though that thought had crossed my mind," said the Hood, hands behind his back again as he paced the floor slowly. "However, that's too much time for International Rescue to try and retrieve you. I have a very willing surrogate who is waiting to receive your genetic material."
She was afraid of the answer, but she made herself ask anyway. "Why do you need Scott?"
Now the Hood's smile was definitely a leer. "Oh, Tanusha. Didn't my brother ever tell you where babies come from?" At her growl, he laughed. "Come on, my girl. You know the answer to that as well as I do. I already have your material-and now I need his." He turned toward the oblivious pilot on the bed. "And you're going to help me get it."
Kayo backed away, her mind whirling. "No," she stated flatly. " I won't."
The doctor stepped up behind her and clamped his hands around her arms; she struggled, but at the sight of Scott laying on the bed, she sagged in her captor's hands.
"I could do this very brusquely," the Hood continued. "A few strokes from a gentle, if uninterested hand, and voila-I have all the material I need. However, I find this way to be much more interesting-and a little bit of poetic justice." He shrugged. "Dramatic, true, but what's the point of villainy if you don't have some fun with it?"
"You sick bastard," Kayo snarled. "I'm not going to do this so you can get your rocks off watching the playback."
The Hood leveled his piercing gaze at her. "I told you, that's not going to happen; extrapolate as you will. I may be many things, my dear, but I am not a cretin. I do have some sense of propriety."
The doctor at her back squeezed her arm rhythmically, and it took a moment for her to realize it was Morse code. Please, he telegraphed. I'm sorry.
The nausea was returning, and Kayo swallowed the bile back down with a shudder. "Let's get this over with," she snarled. "I want you both out of the room until it's over."
As soon as they had left, Kayo fell across Scott's chest, burying her face in his shirt and just letting the familiar scent of him fill her with courage. She tried to recall all the times they'd spent growing up together, laughing, fighting, learning side by side. The missions they'd gone on, the sparring matches they'd held, running together on the beach, teasing each other across the dinner table-all of it flowed through her mind until her eyes were swimming with tears.
"I love you," she whispered to him. She touched his cheek, making his eyelids flutter. "After this is over, just remember." She leaned her forehead against his. "Just remember how much I love you."
With tears rolling down her face, Kayo climbed up on the bed and tapped his cheek. "Scott. Wake up, Scott. I need you to wake up." She tapped a little harder, just below a slap. "Wake up, Scott. Please, just wake up for me."
His lashes were long and dark, and they dipped and rose a few times before coming to half mast, revealing foggy blue irises. "Kayo," he whispered. "Are you all right?"
"Yes," she whispered back. "I'm fine. But listen to me-I need you to do something for me. Huh? Can you do something?"
He nodded, eyes slowly losing their fogginess. "I...I think so. Depends on what it is." A smile crooked one corner of his mouth. "If it's dancing the watusi, I think you're out of luck."
She smiled at him through her tears, then sobered. "Scott-I know this might sound strange, but I promise, it'll make sense later." She took a deep breath. "Kiss me."
His brows drew together. "I don't understand."
She shook her head, willing the tears back. "Listen. I'm going to get us out of here, but first, I need you to kiss me."
"But-Virgil-"
The name of the man she loved was a dagger in her heart, but she pressed on. "No, don't worry. I'll explain everything to him." She took Scott's face in her hands. "Just trust me."
She felt him nod, then she tipped forward and kissed him.
It was odd at first, but then Scott's hands rose to her shoulders and slid down her back, his hands palming her toned rear end as she knelt above him. Kayo found herself warming to his touch, her tongue delving deep into Scott's mouth, and then his hands had found their way under the microfiber of her underwear and she shimmied out of them. Her hands pulled away the blanket to reveal that he too had been stripped, and his reaction was becoming very clear. Whatever it was the Hood had given him, it had made Scott open to more suggestion than she'd thought possible, but that was in their favor. It'll be over soon, she told herself.
Biting her lip, she straddled his hips and brushed her pelvis against him. He gasped and twitched, and she took that moment to rise up and settle herself over him. She closed her eyes so she couldn't see his face, and began to move-slowly at first, then quickening until she heard the breath catch in his throat. His fingers dug into her, pushing her against him until he was deep inside of her, his breath ragged inbetween moans of need.
"Ah-" he gasped, tensing beneath her-and then he was heaving a great sigh, his hands slipping from her body. Only then did she dare to open her eyes, and saw his face, beaded with sweat, eyelids still at half mast, irises glimmering like hidden lakes of blue.
"Kayo." His voice was shaky. "Oh, Kayo-what...Oh, God, I'm sorry."
She buried her head in his chest again, sobbing. "It's all right," she crooned, unsure if she was trying to comfort him or herself-or both. "It's all right."
Hands were pulling her off him then, and she would later chalk her inaction up to a moment of utter despair. So it was that when she should have exploded into action, she found herself laid on the bed opposite Scott, strapped down, and her knees pressed cruelly apart. Something was inside her now, a tool of some sort-then the doctor was bending to do something, and he came away holding a swab encased in a glass tube. The tube was handed off to a technician, who hurried out of the room with it cradled in his hands as if it contained either gold or nitroglycerin.
"You know your chances are slim," Kayo forced out. "There's no guarantee you'll get what you're after."
The Hood stepped forward to loom over her, grinning in triumph. "Ah, but there again, I just might." He nodded to the doctor. "I believe we're finished here." He lowered his gaze to Kayo. "Give us fifteen minutes, then you're free to call for help. Goodbye, my dear." He kissed her cheek, and she twitched away from him. "Please give my apologies to your strapping sperm donor; he performed admirably."
They left, taking their prize with them. Kayo lay where she was, and gave in to a fit of bitter tears.
After a few minutes, Kayo made herself sit up. To her surprise, her wrists had been freed, and she rubbed at them where the leather straps had dug into her skin. It took all of her strength to climb down, find her underwear, and put them on, and when it was done she sank down on the floor beside Scott's bed and just sat for a few moments to collect herself. The thought of what had just occurred was pressing on her for analysis, for dissection, for classification, but she pushed it away and focused on getting them out of this place.
"Kayo?" Scott's voice, quiet and small and still shaky, coming from above her. "Are you still there?"
A hand lowered over the side of the bed, and Kayo took it, pressing it to her cheek. "I'm here," she confirmed. "We're going to get out of here."
She pushed up onto her feet, still holding his hand in one of hers. When she was standing over him, she noticed that the drug the Hood had given him was beginning to wear off, and the eyes of the pilot below her were more aware than they had been a few moments ago. "What is he-why did he make us-" The words were too horrible to say aloud, and he stuttered to a stop. He squeezed her arm. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She smiled. "No, you didn't hurt me." Her smile faded. "He told me that he wants a child. He can't have one of his own."
"And you're the closest relative he has," Scott filled in. His eyes went wide. "You're not going to-"
Kayo cut him off. "No. He has a surrogate. He just wanted our...genetic material, as he called it." She pulled back her undergarment to show him the patch of gauze on her abdomen. "He harvested my eggs, but he…" Now it was her turn to stutter to a stop, unable to continue.
"He didn't have to do that," Scott spat. "Sick bastard, making us...what, is he gonna sell the footage to the highest bidder and blackmail us?"
She shook her head. "He said he wasn't filming it. I think he's impotent, or he may be asexual; he didn't want this for recreational purposes, if you get my meaning."
Scott turned an alarming shade of green. "Ugh. I think I'm gonna be sick."
Kayo snatched a basin from a tray of instruments, and held it as Scott did just that. After the spasm passed, she wiped his face and stowed the basin in the farthest corner of the room. "You okay?" she asked, coming to stand beside him once more.
He coughed. "Yeah. I dunno if it was the mickey he slipped me, or the thought of being blackmailed, or both, but-ugh. I'm better now." Slowly, he sat up with his head in his hands. "God, Kay. What are we going to do with this?"
"We'll worry about that later," she told him, bending to grab up his arming shorts. "Here, put these on. He told me to wait for fifteen minutes before calling for help, but he's only getting ten from me."
She waited until he was dressed, then went to where Scott's blues lay in a heap on the floor. She picked up his silver baldric and pressed the iR logo; it lit up with a reassuring glimmer of light. "Thunderbird Shadow to Thunderbird Five," she called. "John, it's Kayo." She glanced over at her friend, her brother-and now, very possibly, the father to her child. "I've got Scott with me. We need extraction."