A/N- Thanks again guys, I think I am going to change the rating of this story, not for sex but some other disturbing content that I found my self writing in this chapter. I may end up posting two chapters that are the same only one with a sex scene, one without so people can choose what they want to read, I thought it was a neat idea never thought to do it before but hey, why not?

Chapter Ten

Gate to Romulus

M'ara looked at Serin's calm face, she envied his nearly full Vulcan blood at times like these. Uneasiness was growing now that they were only a few hours from Romulus. They had fallen into a comfortable silence through out the trip wanting to be as quiet as possible to keep the Romulans from entering the cargo bay until they had reached Romulus.

M'ara and Serin both looked at each other when they heard the ships engines dropping out of warp. They got back into their now loose restraints and lay down on the floor. The ship had begun to dock at the Romulan docking station.

The cargo bay door opened and Tomack and another of member of his crew walked in the light through the door hurt M'ara's eyes.

"Well, the trip is at an end, I trust you had a comfortable journey," Tomack taunted. He knew that they had not; the prisoners had no food or water in two days.

Silence was the only answer that Tomack's pathetic attempt at humor. Tomack walked over to M'ara and grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet while the other of his crew went over to Serin and pulled him up to his feet as well to face Tomack. The Romulan Captain grabbed his knife from his boots knife and moved it from M'ara's chest to her abdomen cutting open the shirt to her uniform.

"Now my good brave Vulcan friend, let's see how unemotional you are as you watch as I violate her and then slowly watch her bleed to death." Tomack said look at Serin with a dark smirk on his face. M'ara wanted to get free and fight off this monster but she knew that if she did they would know Serin was free and they could kill him.

"Oh don't get any ideas my dear that he will come to your rescue and kill me for you honor, that would not be hmmm… now what is your culture's favorite word oh yes…'logical'" ,Tomack said with a dark and lustful look on his face. His hands began to caress her naked chest and then he threw her to the cold steel floor with a lustful groan. M'ara looked at him with unemotional eyes, but then allowed her lips to slip into a smirk.

"What is so amusing my dear," With those words Tomack's eyes grew wide as he felt a thick Romulan blade being slammed into his back. Serin flipped the Romulan off of M'ara and to face him.

"You forget your Vulcan history, there are centuries of blood on Vulcan spilt for the right of Kali Fee, so you see we find killing for a mate..quite logical," Serin said with a cold and terrifying tone. Tomack was now convinced that he would not get out of the cargo hold alive.

"This young woman you have just offended is a doctor I would think that if you tell me what I want to know, she would be willing to save your life that is dripping out of your back." Serin's deep voice promised. He watched Tomack's eyes search for his guard. Don't worry about your friend; he will not be able to help you at the moment. You should probably make your decision with haste, I am afraid I inflicted a much larger wound than I had intended," Serin said his voice smooth, almost hypnotic.

"Alright…what do you want?" Tomack said in short breaths.

"First, I want to know who hired you to kill M'ara and destroy my ship and where I can find them," Serin asked calmly awaiting an answer.

"It was a group, called Brikar, they want to end peace for the federation and the empire, she was special because they intended to hurt someone with her death, they didn't tell me his name but it had something to do with the Empire, and information leaking out. There are located in the slums of R'lyeh Tomack said in quick raspy breaths.

"Good, now my second question, how many of your crew is left on this ship?"

"It was only us two that got away, everybody else was left behind," Tomack said, M'ara could tell that he was telling the truth. He was in to much pain to lie.

"Serin let me attend to him, he can not take much more," M'ara said, the doctor in her taking over. Serin nodded and walked away from Tomack. Tomack passed out as soon as Serin had moved away from him. M'ara knew that Serin needed to center himself and gain control of his emotions, he had lost it back there. M'ara was afraid that he was really going to kill Tomack. It was pretty close, and it was still too soon to tell whether he hadn't. M'ara couldn't bare the thought of Serin having blood on his hands for her sake. She was a healer, she was supposed to save lives not help get someone killed. Tomack had to live. She looked over at his guard and saw that Serin had only knocked him senseless, nothing more. Serin walked over to the Romulan and put a pair of the restraints on his hands and legs.

"Serin I need a med kit right away there should be one in the emergency locker on the bridge," M'ara said wanting to give him something to focus on other than his anger. As she checked over her patient he mind raced over the events that just took place. M'ara felt that there was something wrong with Serin, something that was compromising his control. He had scared her with the darkness of his actions and his words. She would just let things cool down for now and get to the bottom of her questions later.

M'ara took off her torn shirt leaving her in only a black bra. She ripped the shirt into pieces to make bandages and applied pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding until Serin returned. She would have to be really careful in removing the knife to prevent more tearing. Tomack could not withstand much more blood loss.

Serin returned with the med Kit handing it to her without a word. While M'ara quickly got out the equipment she needed for the surgery Serin took off his shirt and draped in over her shoulders. M'ara put on his shirt, realizing that it smelled of him, and Vulcan sand spice.

"Thank you" M'ara said feeling warmer and less like she had just been molested.

"Do you need assistance?" Serin asked his voice calm but M'ara could tell by his downward eyes that he was ashamed of what he had done.

"No, I think I can handle this, you need to plan our next move," M'ara said not wanting to admit that she was uncomfortable around him at the moment. Sending him to do his job seemed like a good idea since it will allow her self to calm down.

The surgery on Tomack was painstaking. When she finally got the knife out repairing the damage was a long and difficult process, especially since she did not have the tools available in a sickbay. However, Tomack would live to see anther day. He would be weak for a while since she did not have to tools for a blood transfusion that was needed for the blood loss but other than that he would be fine. Once the heavy drugs that she had pumped into his system wore off in a few hours he would be conscious. M'ara could not bring her self to feel much about that except relief for Serin's and her own continence.

M'ara got up and walked up to the bathroom of the upper level of the ship and washed the blood off her hands. She put some cool water on her face to wash away the perspiration that and built from doing the surgery. M'ara took a deep breath and let all of her fear and shame she had felt from the past few hours be controlled by her mind until it was only a whisper into her consciousness.

"Are you well?"

The sound of Serin voice made M'ara jump. She had thought she was alone. M'ara turned around in order to face him.

Serin's face went pale and his eyes were full of regret.

"Please, do not be afraid of me, I would never hurt you," He pleaded. M'ara could not help but trust his dark warm eyes. His expression was subtle but heartbreaking.

"I am aware of this Serin, I think all that has transpired just has me a little shaken," M'ara said taking a deep breath.

"That is understandable," Serin replied moving closer to her. He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. M'ara moved into his arms letting him hug her. It was a very human thing to do but since both of them had human blood in them, M'ara figured that they both also needed the comfort. After a little while M'ara released her self from Serin's embrace.

"What is the plan?" M'ara asked feeling much more at ease.

"We are going to dress in Romulan clothes and get a transport to R'lyeh" Serin informed her with a raised eyebrow, his tone implied that he was surprised to have to clarify the obvious.