Disclaimer: I own neither Star Trek nor its characters; I just take them out to play and bring them back far happier than they were when they left.
Author's Note: This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are, as always, mine.
"Take me. Leave her and take me. I'm stronger than she is, I'll last longer." - Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
The sound of the cell door opening brings her to her feet. She's exhausted, worn down by the continuous interrogations, but she can't - and won't - tell them what they want to know. Her years in Starfleet have trained her to resist the aliens' various techniques but she's getting tired. She can't back down, though; the officer with her is depending on her to get him back to the ship so the Doctor can heal his internal injuries.
"Bring him."
The guard's command is met with her glare and a brisk shake of her head.
"He's injured. He'll be of no use to you," she says, lifting her chin. "I'm the senior officer, I'm far more useful."
"The General doesn't want you, puny female. He's not impressed with your lack of respect for his position and your unwilingness to talk," the guard answers snidely. "Bring him."
"No. Leave him and I'll talk to the General," she says, standing with her hands on her hips as she faces down the alien. She won't back down and the alien seems to recognize that.
"Very well. Talk and he lives."
She glances back at her officer's prone form as she's escorted from the dark cell and silently vows to hold out until their ship can find them.
'I'll get you home,' she promises silently and then goes to face the interrogator once more.