James Kirk's mouth worked like a fish as he tried to come to terms with what happened. "My sister was taken captive by a Klingon?" He still wasn't sure he'd heard Captain Pike right. "Yes, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the bastard got her."

"Well, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be going after her?" Bones asked. He didn't know Felicity very well, but he liked her so far, she wasn't like most annoying girls her age, and her wide eyed fascination with the human body was a connection point for the both of them.

Pike sighed. "I can't, the Federation has been barred from taking action." At this point, a Vulcan man stepped up. He had been introduced as Marek, Felicity's surrogate father. He had opted to stay behind on Earth to assuage her family's fears, Svalek only saw folly in the decision, but nonetheless the captain had let him stay. "I would like to inform everyone that even though Felicity is a mere sixteen years of age, she is highly resourceful in stressful situations."

"Highly resourceful in stressful situations?" James repeated, wanting nothing more than to punch the smug elf thing in the jaw. "That implies my sister has been kidnapped before." There was a pause. "She has. Yes." Marek didn't think denying them the truth would help at all. "What?!" Bones and James said at the same time.

Pike decided it was time he step in. "I think it's time to pull the plug on this operation, when the Vulcans get Felicity back, she's going home to Riverside."

"Don't you think that's for Felicity to decide?" Marek asked, suddenly, his decision not to hide the truth seemed very illogical, he should have taken into account the fact that they're human, and they hadn't been around Vulcans like Felicity had. "It seems to me that you can't keep tabs on Felicity, on Earth, that's called negligence, and you can be arrested for it."

"Trust humans to be highly unreasonable." Marek said. "Highly unreasonable? Trying to keep my sister safe is highly unreasonable?" James snapped, his blood was REALLY boiling now. "Felicity Talon Kirk is a girl who is made of tougher things than I believe ANY of you realize. She is under the care of one of the greatest Vulcan Captains to have ever been born. He is very fond of Felicity, and will do everything possible, and I believe IMPOSSIBLE, to bring her home safely, and for her, home is back on the ship, with her family."

"Excuse me, but her family is here, on earth." James continued to argue.

"If what you say is correct, then why is it Felicity has never expressed homesickness? Why has she never talked of you, or her parents? She hasn't said one thing about Earth, or the people here except when directly asked. Not only that, she has flourished under Vulcan rules. Her intellect has grown, just as her strength has. She has been given opportunities no one else has, and she's enjoyed it, why would you take that from her?"

"You're Vulcans, like she's going to open up to Vulcans? I bet you don't even know what her favorite color is." The comment had hurt James more than he wanted to admit even to himself. He knew Felicity didn't like life in Riverside. He had promised himself that he'd get her out as soon as possible, but he hadn't been able to do that yet, he couldn't seem to help himself from getting into trouble, no matter how badly he wanted to walk the straight line. Not to mention the fact that Marek was right, Felicity had flourished under Vulcan influence, she was a completely different girl from when she had last been on Earth. She went from a pale, unhealthy chubby girl with not so cute freckles to tanned, lean hot chick in two years. She even seemed happier now that she had gotten away from home, even if she was still a bit shy around new people.

"Her favorite color is green, her favorite genre to read switches from horror to historical fictions. She wants to do something in the medical field but doesn't know what that is. Spicy Plomeek broth is her favorite food on Vulcan. She's taken to Vulcan art, and studies diligently, she can't wear silver because then her skin itches and she breaks out into a rash, she wants to play the guitar, I know my daughter."

"Oh, she spends two years with you and all of a sudden she's YOUR daughter?"

"I think if you asked her, she'd agree." Marek knew he was being brought down to the humans' level, but he didn't want the satisfaction of that boy winning, he defiantly didn't want Felicity to be taken away. He had a soft spot in his heart for the human, and felt a tremendous need to protect her. He blamed his father for his emotions, the man had been one of THOSE people, the ones that thought you needed to experience emotions in order to control them, Marek was so disgusted with his own father, and himself, he couldn't even begin to think of what they were called.

Before anything else can be said, Pike interrupted. "Alright, Marek's right, Felicity is old enough to make her own decisions,"

"No she's not, she's a teenager, she's easily influenced!" James interrupted. "You're kidding right?" Bones asked. "whose side are you on?"

"I'm on Felicity's side, as much as I hate to admit it, he's right," He nodded to Pike. "Felicity IS old enough to make up her own mind, and I don't think she's THAT easily influenced, after all, is she the one who went into Dr. Splitnecki's lab even though we told her not to. JUST because she was curious?" James groaned. "How about this, we'll put her up for a psychological evaluation, and extensive one," Pike said. "And then, based on a psychiatrist's recommendations as to whether she's sound of mind we'll let her decide what she wants to."

"What about the court meeting?" James asked, desperate to win this one. "Fine, we'll make it a legal issue then, until then, we just have to wait and see what happens." And that ended that.

Felicity's fingers flitted around the console, trying to see if she could bring the ship back to life. No such luck. She looked over to her Klingon kidnaper with disdain. "You broke it." She accused him. He merely looked at her. "We can get another ship." He grunted. "No problem." Felicity sighed and sat back in her chair. "But I like this one." She mumbled. It would've gotten her back to the Vulcan ship, and she could've just left the Klingon there. "Let's go, many people were bound to see that awful landing." He glared at her and she crossed her arms. "Excuse the fuck outta me for working with what I got!" She snapped. She didn't have to take lip from a Klingon like she had to with Svalek.

The male just looked at her, amused with her puny show of force and jerked his head towards the door. "Don't care, we need to go, that is, unless you want to be sold into slavery." Felicity's mouth dropped. "Just where in the hell did you take us?" She asked, scrambling after him. "You don't want to know." He replied. "Stay close, you're my ticket out of this situation, I don't plan on losing my bargaining chip." Felicity said nothing to that. At least she had some value to him, he just MIGHT listen to what she had to say.

The moment she placed a foot on the ground, Felicity was gasping for air and trying not to puke. The smell was horrible, and the air thick. Her eyes began to water and her companion waited until she had finally calmed down. It was worse than the Underbelly's air. "You'll get used to it." He said. "God, w-where are we?" She choked. "I know not the name of this planet, I just know it denizens are the worst of the worst. When they wish to escape from the Federation they come here. They find an odd sort of protection and form a brotherhood of which the likes you've never seen."

"It's a pirate colony?" She asked. She had heard about those, there were a few in the Federation. Entire planets that exist for nothing more than stirring up trouble. It was a place where it didn't really matter if you were human, Vulcan, Klingon, or any other sort of alien out there. You were accepted immediately, and those who caused the most trouble and got away with it, were considered kings. "And why did you drag me here?" she asked, following him with relative ease. He ignored her question. "At least tell me your name."

"K'mtar." Short, sweet, to the point. "I'm Felicity."

"I do not care." She huffed but continued to follow him. She felt sort of naked though, she didn't have her bag with her, or her journal, how would she deal with the cataclysmic events that were sure to happen? How would she vent? How would she sort through her feelings? She sighed and looked dejectedly at the ground, why was it her? Why always her? She felt a strong callused hand latch onto her wrist and she was being pulled to the ground. "What the-?" A hand clamped over her mouth and she was shoved behind a rock.

Dark shadows came from over the hill, and descended upon the Vulcan cruiser. "If you make a sound," K'mtar hissed. "I will not hesitate to kill you, my bargaining chip you may be, but you are always expendable." Her shoulders dropped. Ok, maybe she DIDN'T have any sort of value to him, and that scared her a little. K'mtar began to drag her by the hand, having removed one from her mouth. They made sure to stay out of sight behind the rock, and to tread lightly. This wasn't very hard considering the ground was loose soil with no sort of foliage to be seen for miles around.

K'mtar pointed ahead and she saw some sort of vehicle. Two people were on the lookout, in case something happened, they had guns. "We're taking that cruiser." He whispered. "So help me, if you get-"

"I get the message," Felicity hissed. "Help as much as I can, and the moment I screw it up, I'm dead. Now, can we go? The sooner we're done here, the sooner I can get back home." K'mtar nodded and they scuttle across an open space. Felicity got in front of K'mtar and snuck up on the first guard, she tried a neck pinch like Svalek had made her practice. This time, unbelievably, she got it right. She smiled at herself and went around the other side. K'mtar looked at her reasonably impressed and grabbed the gun, then got into the driver's seat. Felicity tried the pinch again, this time, it didn't work, in fact, it surprised the guard so bad, he let out a girlish squeal and turned. "Shit!" Felicity reacted before she could think and punched him in the nose, he stumbled and dropped his weapon. Felicity grabbed it and jumped into the cruiser just as K'mtar slammed on the gas.

She was halfway out of the vehicle as the Klingon made a hard turn and she felt her leg whack something hard. "Holy shit!" She screeched, managed to pull herself into the vehicle. She brought her leg to her and saw that nothing broke skin, checking the sore area she found that it only seemed tender, and it hadn't broken. "Oh thank God." She sighed, grabbing her chest and righting herself. "Where are we going?"

"You ask too many questions."

"I'm human, it's in my nature. It's how Adam and Eve were damned." K'mtar looked at her confused. "Religious figures on my planet." She muttered. "Adam and Eve?" She made a sound of affirmation and looked out over the horizon. The planet looked as bad as it smelled. Dark, dank, and dirty with nothing growing. Whatever DID grow looked sickly and non-edible. "Explain." K'mtar said. "About what?"

"This Adam and Eve person. They are equals are they not?"

"Not."

"How can they not be equals?"

"Well, to make a long story short, Eve damned all of mankind by eating an apple." There was silence in the car as K'mtar thought over her words. "Your religion is very strange." He said. "I'm sure I'd think the same thing about the way you worship." Felicity said. She didn't bear any ill will to the Klingon for calling her religion strange, they were alien to each other, cultural clashes were bound to happen. "So, why were you going to prison?"

"I never said I was going to prison."

"You were in handcuffs when we met, I'm pretty sure that meant you were in some sort of legal trouble." K'mtar was silent for a long moment. "I was wrongly accused." He finally relented. "Of what?"

"Murder and the conspiracy to commit murder." Felicity nodded and didn't say anything else. She didn't even know what she COULD say to that. The rest of the ride was quiet and they came upon a town at least two hours later. Felicity had almost gone to sleep when she heard the sound of other voices. Raising her head and opening her eyes, she was surprised. Yes, the town was very dirty, and ugly looking, hastily made out of necessity and never grown into something more majestic, but boy was town life booming. As K'mtar steered the vehicle on the small streets she noted many of the shops around, or at least that's what they looked like to her, she couldn't read the alien writing. She even saw a few prostitutes.

Eventually they stopped on the other side of the town, next to a seedy bar. "Do not stray far from me, these people are not too forgiving with new comers. I wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours." Felicity blushed, not used to being called pretty. Nevertheless she dropped down from the car and shouldered her stolen weapon and walked into the building behind K'mtar.

The smell inside the bar was no better than outside, but at least it was clean. Felicity noted the almost lounge like feel inside. It was warm, and people talked in hushed voices. Smoke hung thickly in the air and skimpy clothed girls sauntered through the establishment, bringing food and drink to patrons. K'mtar took no notice of the girls even though they looked at him and winked, body language promising a night full of fun. Instead, he went straight to the bar and sat down. Felicity sat next to him and she noted to look of surprise on the Bartender's face. "K-K-K'mtar!" He squeaked.

The man was a mousy brown color, with darker brown spots. His face was flat and his nose were mere slits in his face. When he talked he had sharp teeth. His eyes were very large, orb-like and blue. "I want my old room." He said. The man nodded and fished around for something under the table. "You're in luck," the man squeaked. "No one's taken that room, it's very popular you know" K'mtar merely looked on without much of a worry. The man slipped him a key. "Do you want the usual order of delights?" The way the man asked it made Felicity feel sleazy. "No," K'mtar placed a hand on Felicity's shoulder. "She delights me just fine." The man gave a smile to K'mtar that Felicity did not like very much. It meant to say he knew something about K'mtar's taste in 'delights' Felicity didn't know about. "She must be a special girl if she can satisfy YOUR needs, eh old friend?" Felicity rolled her eyes to the ceiling, cursing her luck.

K'mtar merely chuckled and squeezed her shoulder and brought her closer. "The best I've ever had." The man chuckled and K'mtar took the key. "We had to leave a bit hastily from our last outpost," K'mtar said getting up, Felicity copied him. "We need clothes, weapons, food, and drinks." The man nodded. "Right away." And he began shuffling around the small bar. Felicity and her companion moved off to a side door and disappeared up a few flights of stairs.

The room was amazing to say the least. Furnished with a bed and couch, plus what looked like a mini-bar, it nonetheless made Felicity feel like she had entered the bedroom of royalty. "Wow." She breathed, running her hand over one of the couch pillows. It was soft, and the fabric seemed to flow through her fingers like water. It was bathed in red and rust colors, kind of like Svalek's room. She winced. He wanted to marry her, which made her feel awkward. Hadn't she yelled at him for messing with her, she'd even slapped the guy, why the hell would he want to marry her?

"You can have the bed." K'mtar called. "CANNON BALL!" Felicity let out a screech of laughter as she jumped onto the bed, forgetting all her problems with Svalek. It was the softest thing she had ever been on. "Oh my God! This is so wonderful!" She giggled snuggling into the sheets. K'mtar merely looked at her, wondering if that was how every one of her species acted. "Have you slept on this thing?" She asked. "It's so freaking amazing."

"I've done more than sleep on it." Felicity's nose screwed up and she slowly crawled off the bed. "I think I'll take the couch." She said, making her way over to it. "I've done more than sleep on that too." Felicity paused. "I don't care, I'm taking the bed." K'mtar chuckled and shook his head. A knock on the door was soon heard. "It's food." He said. Felicity looked at him. "So?"

"So, answer the door." K'mtar snapped. Felicity merely looked at him. "Get. The. Door." K'mtar said. Felicity got to her knees and glared at him. "You kidnapped me, what makes you think I'm going to do anything you say other than when my life's in immediate danger? Just because we talked a little doesn't mean we're friends." K'mtar growled. Felicity growled back. K'mtar stalked towards the door and wrenched it open. Felicity heard a squeak, and a clanking of plates. Her companion growled something to the mystery person and slammed the door. He placed the tray roughly on a small table. "Eat." He said. "You eat it first."

"It's not poisoned."

"I should believe you why?" K'mtar let out another growl, Felicity didn't tempt fate this time, instead, she remained quiet as K'mtar sampled bit of food in each of the bowls. He even took a long swig of the blue stuff in the bottle. Felicity bit her lip, she didn't think the food was poisoned, not really, K'mtar and the owner (she assumed the mousy thing was the owner) seemed to be on good terms, if he trusted the thing, so should she.

Crawling off the comfortable space of the bed, she inspected the food. It didn't smell too bad, but it didn't look good either. "Survival of the fittest." She muttered, and she fully planned to survive this little adventure. "So, you're tracking down a guy that can give you information right?" K'mtar looked at her thoughtfully. "Yes." He said. "The one I seek knows were my treacherous brother is."

"So, you brother killed someone, blamed it on you, and now you're looking to bring him to justice."

"Yes." Felicity took a small bit of the food. It was slimy and gummy, but she had eaten slop, so she was sure she could eat this. "What if that doesn't work?" she asked, making a face. "What do you mean 'what if that doesn't work'? Do you see a flaw in my plans?"

"A big one." K'mtar crossed his arms. "What if it goes wrong? What if you get captured again?"

"I will not be captured."

"Don't be so sure, my captain is very adept in battle." She noted the small amount of pride she had in her voice, even though she was just repeating what other had told her. "You mean your Vulcan mate?" Felicity blushed. "He's not my mate."

"You have rejected his advances?" Felicity chewed the slimy food thoughtfully and washed it down with some of the blue liquid, it burned her throat pleasantly, and it didn't cross her mind that she was drinking alcohol. "I haven't decided yet." She said honestly.

"Is there something wrong with him?"

"Besides the fact that I'm sixteen years old?"

"Yes, besides that fact. If he such a great warrior as you say, then what is wrong with him?"

"He's an asshole." She gritted her teeth thinking of all the teasing he had put her through. "He's manipulative," That was for the comment he made about being fascinated by her reactions. "AND He's an emotionally distant alien. I don't think I could handle that."

"Which part?"

"Why am I even telling you this?!" Felicity threw her hands in the air. K'mtar merely looked at her thoughtfully. "There will be more men." He said finally. "You're not that bad looking for a human."

"And you're not that bad looking for a Klingon."

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