"Again!" Sarge shouted, walking around the ring.

Goat shook his head. He couldn't take another beating from this man. Slaughter had thoroughly earned his name. He had already taken down Destroyer, Portman, Duke and Mac. He never seemed to wear out, he never seemed to get hurt and he never seemed to back down. This was the third round in a row.

"No way," Goat said, "I'm sorry, Sarge, but I can't do this again."

Sarge rolled his eyes, then turned to Reaper. He had been observing the fights the whole time. Not making comment, not moving, just observing. Well, enough. If his entire team could be taken down by some new kid, then it was obvious they needed to be retrained.

"Grimm," he said, his voice gruff, "get your ass in there. Maybe you'll last longer than thirty seconds."

Grimm grinned, "Sure, Sarge, whatever you say." He walked toward the lithe man, who turned to face him. There wasn't a scratch on him. His face was sweaty, his beater was wrinkled and his work out pants was tighter than necessary. He was very delicious looking, if Grimm said so himself.

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Reaper released Slaughter, carefully. The smaller man relaxed completely, before turning to him. Looking down at him, looking dazed and disoriented, it caused something to stir within him. His hair was an absolute mess, but when wasn't it? It looked like he'd just woken or had had really rough sex. His eyes were confused, staring up at him, his lips pouty with concern. He was so mouthwatering.

No, he heard the voice of Bones from within him. Dammit, shut up! He whispered fiercely back.

Harry sighed, "Reaper, what happened? I-I… the last thing I remember… I'm not sure." He frowned, looking down, his eyes searching the ground.

Reaper could sense his distress and this caused him to become angry. Whoever had done this to him was going to pay. They would pay very dearly.

Suddenly, Harry looked up at Reaper, "My god… what have I done? I-I killed, Reap. I killed people who were just… just in the way." He nearly collapsed, but Reaper wrapped his arms around him. "I-I couldn't stop it… I'm… just a puppet." He leaned his head forward on to Reapers chest, all of his weight coming on to the larger man.

Reaper leant down and swooped his hands under his legs. He walked to the shield and stared out. He could see the Captain and First Officer staring at him in confusion. No doubt they had heard everything Harry had said. This included the name he'd been called. Boy, there was gonna be a backlashing for no explanations beforehand. He wasn't worried, though. All he had to do was merge with Bones. Then everything would be…. Well not fine, but better.

Reaper was not going to be buried again. It was time Bones accepted this. It was time he used the training and power that came so naturally to him. He wasn't a weakling. He had a mate to protect. This was the most important thing he would ever do. And if Bones didn't want to protect Slaughter… then Bones would be out of the picture. Forever.

Excuse me, came the mental prod from Bones, I can hear you. I have no intention of allowing Harry to leave. He is staying. We are going to protect him. Reaper felt a pleased growl course through him. Good.

"It's okay, Jim," Reaper soothed, "you can let us out."

Jim looked down at the man cradled in Bones' arms. What was he going to do? The man was a prisoner. While, no he technically had nothing to do with the crimes Harrison had committed, he was still an accomplice. There was no way that Star Fleet would allow anyone who could be considered an accomplice to be "let go".

On the other hand, Bones had bested him in a fight. How, he wasn't too sure. But it appeared Bones could control him. And he looked so fragile in Bones' arms like that. Almost like he was a child. Nah that sexy ass man could never look like a child. But he still looked fragile. He was shaking. From fear or from frustration, Jim couldn't tell.

He turned to the side, when he saw movement, to see Harrison pacing. He was looking at Bones and Harry with an unreadable expression. It was angry, agitated. It was unpredictable. He knew he couldn't let Harrison near Harry. He didn't know why, he just knew he couldn't.

"Open the cell," Jim said, not taking his eyes off of Harrison. He felt Spock turn to look at him, but ignored him. He could just tell that Harry was the least of their problems right now. Still, without taking his eyes from Harrison, he knelt down to pick up the tricorder and hypo full of blood. "Kirk to Checkov," he said, hitting the intercom, "what's our status report?"

"Keptin," came the little Russian voice, "Ve still need more-aya!- time. I am tryink to figure out ze main reason for ze delay!"

"Keep us posted," he released the button, and then turned to Bones. "Ensign Martin," he called.

An ensign with a red shirt stepped forward. Jim handed the two pieces of medical equipment to him.

"Follow the Doctor to MedBay." This was for both the protection of the ship and for his own sanity. He felt better having a security officer there. "Spock," Jim said, keeping his eye on Harrison, "to the Bridge."

They both turned to leave, when they heard Harrison's voice sound behind them, "Something stopping the ship from leaving, Captain?" He sounded amused, "A damaged warp core perhaps?"

They both stopped and turned to look at him. What the hell did he know?

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Reaper walked into the MedBay carrying Harry. He ignored the confused looks from his medical team. Fuck them. They knew nothing. He walked into his office, set Harry on the desk and stepped away. He needed to merge with Bones. It was now or never, but he couldn't be interrupted.

"Harry," Reaper whispered, causing the dazed man to look up at him, "I need you to ward the door."

Harry looked confused, but lifted his hand anyway and proceeded to ward the entrance to the office. The door shimmered slightly, before returning to its normal color. Then, Reaper let out a sigh. He knew Harry's wards would protect them from just about anything.

"I'm going to connect with myself." Reaper said, closing his eyes, calling to Bones.

"What does that mean, Reap?" Harry asked.

"It means you're gonna meet a whole new me," he replied, stepping forward. He didn't have to open his eyes when he leant down to kiss Harry. He knew Harry better then he knew himself.

Oh, it was like coming home. Harry opened his mouth immediately allowing Reapers tongue to invade. They battled for dominance, but Harry happily conceded, and Reaper growled in pleasure. Harry ground his hips up, brushing a growing arousal into the larger man, causing his control to waver. Reapers hands found their way to his waist and began to lift his shirt to-

Not now, whispered Bones. This caused Reaper to jump away, leaving an aroused and wanting Harry confused even more. Breath, Bones whispered. Soon, we will have him. But now, we need to merge.

"Okay," Reaper growled to himself. "Okay, time to do this." He looked up to Harry, and smiled, "See you on the other side, Slaughter."

Harry frowned, but nodded, "I'll be waiting."

AN: In a couple of days I head back to work, so I won't be able to update every day like I have been. Thank you all for all of the crack! Also, I will be writing as often as I can and updating mostly on my days off! Please keep reviewing! It's that itch I need scratched!