A/N: Hello again, and welcome to my latest, multi chapter story. It's an alternative ending to Unexpected, and deals with the issues that I found really disturbing about this episode.

Many of them were played for comedy, which was fine for the writers. But, for me, there was nothing funny at all about what was done to Trip, and the position he found himself in afterwards.

One line in the episode struck me especially. "We have a good deal of experience with alien visitors."

To me, that suggests a more sinister motive, for all those times that the Xyrillian ship just happens to need its engines repaired. So with that in mind, here's the prologue for the story itself, just to set the scene for what follows.

Other commitments permitting, I'll be posting up the story as one chapter each day. I hope you enjoy!


Violations

Prologue

The hatch opened, allowing their latest subject to step into the viewing chamber. Into their appraising scrutiny.

Commander Charles Tucker III.

Home Planet - Earth.

Species - Human.

Project Number 8673/B.

Like all the others who'd come before him, this… human… was intrigued beyond his natural wariness for this new, strange environment. His voice held the same curiosity as he glanced around him.

"Hello?"

Unseen, those who'd arranged for his deliverance to them traded satisfied glances. Studying the console before him, one of them spoke.

"A male of the human species. Young. Healthy. Fertile. A perfect specimen."

Studying this Commander Tucker with the same shrewd approval, his companion nodded. None of her 'assignments' had aroused her interest, or her physical response, as much as this one. Once his conditioning was complete, testing his suitability for their needs would be… yes, a highly rewarding pleasure.

"Yes, he is. I am sure he will make an excellent subject," she agreed just as clinically, still watching him as she brushed her hand over the controls that would start the conditioning process. "First stage initiated. Full concentration."

His reaction to the gas that now swirled around him was as she'd expected. It made her smile widen. She always enjoyed this moment of confusion and panic.

"Hello?!"

Fear too, now, as he searched for escape that had already been taken from him. The little ship that had brought him here had undocked, and returned to its parent vessel. However frantically he looked for one, there was no way out. No escape.

Now she started phase two. Another part of her role in his processing. The offer of calming reassurance, to lull him into a false sense of security.

"Try to maintain your normal rate of respiration."

An experience so enjoyable for her, as she continued to watch him prowl around the chamber, as the helpless prisoner he would soon become. But, of course, the complete opposite for him.

"This stuff's burnin' my lungs!"

A sign of defiance? Resistance? She could quash them both, with just the touch of her hand - adding more powerful drugs to the gas that now thickened around him. More words of soothing falsehood, to nullify the effects they had upon him.

"Maintain your normal rate of respiration. The discomfort will subside."

It was just a matter of time now, before he succumbed to the drugs that were leeching into his mind, forcing it to comply with whatever they chose to do. In just three of his species' time-spells, these things they called 'hours', he would be theirs.

Hers.

She had three of these hours, then, to plan the next part of his testing and processing. The parts she always enjoyed the most - especially on a body and mind as strong, and as spirited, as this one.

Still watching him, Ah'Len's smile widened in anticipation. Yes, her assignment to her first human subject would be very enjoyable indeed.