A/N: Here's some more.

It was refreshing to be back on a Cardassian ship. There were absolutely no perks to living on a Kazon vessel. Not only was their technology crude and outdated compared to what Seska was accostumed too, they weren't the brightest blubs in the bunch to be working for. She didn't regret her decision for leaving behind Voyager. Captain Janeway's high and mighty principles were only going to get her ship destroyed someday. Thinking about all that technology being wasted made Seska's stomach cringe. Janeway could have used that technology to gain alliances, gain more technology to make her ship even more advanced. Instead she insisted that they stick to their principles.

Seska hadn't been surprised by Voyager's movements since leaving the ship. For the most part they had roamed lonely sectors of the quadrant, staying out of the path of the Kazon and the Gerroan. She hadn't been interested in their movements until recently, when Maje Cullah had heard rumors of Voyager traveling to Gerroa Prime.

Cullah hadn't cared to investigate, Seska did. What she had learned wasn't entirely surprising. Janeway had flown her ship into the heart of Gerroan territory to attempt a rescue of Sarah Barrett, abducted by Dellon Casius. Seska wouldn't have wasted resources on an officer, but Barrett was Janeway's golden bird; the Captain would never leave behind her project even if it meant killing more of her crew along the way to save her. Voyager had managed to limp out of Gerroan space with two things accomplished, saving Barrett and destroying the rule of Dellon Casius who had been crushed in the Central Nexus when it had collapsed. Cullah had been overjoyed that they no longer had to worry about Gerroan ships. Casius was ruthless and would destroy for the sake of destroying.

Seska was glad he was out of the way as well. It meant no one else was gunning for Voyager. Since joining forces with the Kazon she had plotted with Cullah on how to obtain the ship. She couldn't wait to see the looks on Janeway's and Chakotay's faces as she deposited them on some backwater world, leaving with their precious starship.

Cullah hadn't been too receptive of her at first. Kazon women were treated like vermin. But he tolerated her because she had what he needed, information about Voyager. It had been made easier now that she had inside help. Janeway was blind to think she had been the only one unhappy. She'd always believed Janeway to be an idolistic fool. Chakotay was quickly following in her wake. It made Seska sick to her stomach to think how he doted on her and those obnoxious children of hers. She wouldn't be shocked to discover if he was sleeping in her bed every night. Unless of course Janeway was using principles to keep that from happening as well; another reason she believed Janeway foolish. Chakotay was a perfectly good man to bed.

The thought caused her breath to quicken. When she was with the Maquis, undercover, she had only started the relationship with Chakotay to get information, but their lovemaking had been unexpected. She'd actually enjoyed every moment of it. For a man that was supposed to be her enemy he had fore filled her quite nicely.

But she knew that they would never be together in that way again. She had betrayed him and put the lives of people that he cared for deeply in danger. If there was one thing that she had learned about him in their time together was that he was fiercely protective of the ones that he loved. And she had warned Cullah of this devotion, the rage that really was hidden underneath the surface of a calm and steady hand. Cullah may not have noticed it in the chaos of Main Engineering the last time she had been on Voyager, but Seska had, when she had fired on Kathryn Janeway. In that moment she knew, he was in love with the foolhearted Starfleet captain.

"Is everything ready?" Seska demanded entering a barren room. "We're already behind schedule by five hours."

"We'll proceed when we're ready," First Maje Cullah snapped, arms folded across his chest.

"Voyager could be out of our territory in that time," Seska snapped back. "It wouldn't look good if we pulled this in another Kazon sect's territory. We already know the Rulora have an interest in Janeway and Voyager. Do you want to let them get their hands on the ship before we do?"

"No," Cullah grumbled, "but these things take time."

Seska felt like snarling. "Time isn't on our side, Maje."

Cullah turned his back on her. She wasn't a Kazon and she was a woman, two things that were hindering her from seeing the necessity of certain things. He tolerated her because she had the information he needed to obtain Voyager, Seska knew he tolerated her because of this, she would remind him on several occasions. If he had his way he would have been done with her, as it was the first attempt to obtain the replicator technology had ended in disaster. He had lost one of his best ships and a crew of eighty trained Kazon soldiers. When fleeing Voyager he had taken Seska with him with the hopes that they would follow the ship a few days later. Seska had wanted to put it off, stating that they had to prepare better and here she was complaining how time wasn't on their side. "I am quite aware that time is not on our side. If you keep bothering us we'll never get this mission underway."

"Yeah, Seska, leave them alone. They're doing their best."

Seska scowled at the person sitting in the middle of the room. If she had known that drugging Tom Paris was going to make him even more obnoxious she wouldn't have done it. He was grinning wickedly at her right now. She almost wanted to order Cullah to wipe the smirk off his face but beating him didn't seem to bother him. It was as if the drugs were acting as a numbing agent. When they wore off she made a mental note to try a different drug.

Cullah straightened his back and turned away from Paris. "The drug you gave him has had very little effect—he just speaks more non-sense than before."

"We don't have time for this—Voyager is probably on their way to retrieve their crew."

"Scans haven't picked up the Federation ship."

"Doesn't mean it's not out there," Paris said with a chuckle.

"Our ship had trouble finding Voyager as well," Gul Kavar said stoically. "She's out there."

Seska glared at Paris. "Contact her."

Paris scoffed. "Why so you can find her?"

"If you don't help us—I can't be held responsible for what happens to Sarah, Tom," Seska drawled slyly.

His eyes clouded over, the happy effect of the drug suddenly wearing off. "Leave Sarah alone. She's only here because I forced her to play along."

Seska knew she had him. Before she had left Voyager it was no secret how much the pilot cared for Sarah. If threatening Sarah was going to get Paris to talk, then so be it. "Fine then, if you don't want to see her hurt, tell us how to find Voyager."

"Voyager is using a shield frequency that we adapted to travel into Gerroan space. You'll have to adjust your sensors to locate her."

"See, Maje, that wasn't so hard," Seska replied whimiscally. "Take Mister Paris to the bridge and adapt the sensors."

Kavar growled and pulled Paris to his feet. "Just so we have some leverage, Gorset bring Lieutenant Barrett to the Bridge—just in case Lieutenant Paris tries to pull a fast one over us."

Paris grumbled something inaudible to the gathered Kazon and Cardassians as Kavar dragged him through the ship towards the bridge. This hadn't been his worst day in the Delta Quadrant—he'd had worse, like the Vidiian prison ship. He supposed that the drugs Seska had pumped him with hoping to get him give up information about Voyager probably had something to do with his laid back outlook. He wondered what she had given him, a sedative maybe.

Kavar led him towards a station and demanded that he type in the shield modifications. "Remember, I'm not as forgiving as Seska. If this doesn't work you will receive more than drugs for a punishment."

"This is punishment? I feel great," Paris drawled as he typed in the shield modifications that Voyager was using. "There you should be able to find Voyager now."

"We'll begin searching for the ship immediately, Gul."

Kavar nodded his head as Gorset entered the Bridge with Lieutenant Barrett, Seska and Cullah. "We're conducting a search. Voyager cannot hide from us much longer."

Barrett's eyes flickered up to Tom's drugged face. The first dose of the drug that she'd been given had worn off a couple of hours ago. She assumed that Seska had given her a weaker dose. Seeing Tom in this kind of state frightened her. It was just so easy for the Cardassians to just pump them with a drug and get what they wanted. For a moment fear flashed through her deep blue irises. "What have you done to him?"

"Don't worry, Lieutenant, he'll be fine."

"Yeah, I'll be fine!" Paris assured her with a big grin.

"What have you done to him?" Barrett asked again, the waver in her voice gone replaced with a hard tone. "Do you think drugging him is going to make him more submissive? You've probably made him more obnoxious."

Seska and the others were not going to argue with that. The drugs had made Paris more obnoxious but they had gotten what they wanted out of him-Voyager's shield modification frequency and now were going to get her location. Voyager was almost as good as theirs. "I'm not sure how much more obnoxious he could get," Kavar finally broke the silence. "But it doesn't matter. Soon Voyager will be in my hands and I can be rid of the both of you."

Barrett scowled. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"You've been nothing but thorns in my side."

"Yeah, well I'm going to stick as deep as I can for as long as I can."

Almost immediately she knew she had misspoken, she blamed the drugs for her sharp tongue. Well sharper than usual tongue. Kavar had backhanded her before she could even finish a complete thought. She went flying backwards, her back impacting with a station. Pain shot up her entire body. She felt her limbs tingle and go numb. Was that from the drugs? Or was that from the impact of her body with the steal? The small gasp of pain that shot out of her mouth seemed to change Paris' demeanor immediately from obnoxious to deadly.

The drugs probably had something to do with it, as Sarah crumbled in pain on the floor, Tom lunged forward, fists flailing and landed several punches on Kavar's stunned face before Cullah and the Cardassian guards managed to yank him off. It only took thirty seconds but Tom was soon a welted, bloody mess on the floor next to Sarah. It was then she realized she was screaming, "STOP! STOP IT!"

A pair of hands reached up and grabbed a hold of her. She was being dragged off the bridge, probably to be cast away in her cell again until they needed something from Tom.

"Gul, we've searched on several different frequencies, we can't find Voyager."

"You lied to me, Mister Paris," Kavar growled low in his throat. "Do you know what happens to liars?"

Tom's only response was to groan on the floor. "He gave you the shield modifications just like you asked," Sarah said as she was whirled around to face them again. "You didn't ask for anything else."

"Should I be asking for anything else, Miss Barrett?"

She knew her mistake. She'd given up Voyager's secret without even utter the words. Now, one of them was going to have to give up the cloak. There was no way around it any longer. "I...I'm not sure what else you could ask," she said, backpedaling. But it was too late. Seska and Kavar had already seen it, maybe even Cullah as well.

"Give them both another dose of the drugs, Seska," Kavar ordered.

"They've already had two," Seska argued. "I'm not sure what a third dose in twenty four hours is going to do to them. It might kill them. We'd have no leverage then."

The gul didn't seem to care if Tom and Sarah were killed. He wanted to be rid of the both of them. "Beating the answer out of them is going to kill them too," he snarled. "Is that what you want?"

Cullah glared at her. "Give them the drugs, Seska. They're nothing but worthless Federation officers!"

Sarah could taste blood in her mouth. She discovered she was bleeding from a wound caused by Kavar's back hand. Her eyes watched as Seska filled two more syringe's and then crossed the small space between them and injected the drug into her bloodstream. Immediately Sarah felt the world spin. She was thrown back into a bubble of sorts where voices and faces were distorted. The only thing she could hear was Tom groaning on the floor, the form of Seska leaning over his limp form as she injected him as well. And then, even though she was trying to fight it, one word slipped out of her mouth. The one word that could bring down Voyager. "Cloak."

Captain Kathryn Janeway watched on her viewscreen as the Cardassian warship came to an all stop and joined up with one of the Nistrim's ships. She was surprised that they hadn't heard from Seska yet. Surely she was planning on using Tom and Sarah as bait now that she knew her Cardassian allies had screwed up.

"Captain," Harry Kim's voice sounded strained. "There's a problem."

"I need more clarification, Mister Kim."

"The readings on Sarah's biochip, they're...well they're jumbled."

Janeway glanced over her shoulder at the young ensign. "Jumbled?"

"Her heart slows and picks up rapidly. And her theta wave activity is off the charts one moment but the next is back to normal. It's...it's almost like she's hallucinating."

Chakotay sighed and stood, moving towards Janeway standing in the center of the command center. "Drugs," he said simply. "More than likely they've used some form of drug on her and Tom to get them to talk."

"Can it kill them?"

"Possible. Depending on how much they use. The Cardassians show no restraint when it comes to adminstering psychoactive drugs."

Janeway set her jaw, a familiar and determined look creeping into her eyes. "B'Elanna how much time can you give me to drop the cloak, transport Tom and Sarah and get the hell out of here?"

"We'd probably only have a minute before the shock wears off and they track us," the Chief Engineer answered solemnly from her station.

"Very well," Janeway said softly. "On my mark."

"Cloak?" a voice asked her. "What do you mean by that?"

Sarah's eyes tried to focus on the face before her. They couldn't. Before her stood a Kazon solider, well more like three Kazon soldiers but that all shared the same face. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She just couldn't speak. It was almost like she forgot how to talk. This did not please the Kazon standing before her. One of them grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and was shouting into her face asking what she meant by the word cloak. What had she meant by that? She couldn't even answer the question to herself.

He was shaking her now, tossing her about like a ragdoll. Still, nothing came out of her mouth, nothing but a little gulp of a sound. Another backhand across her already stinging lips. More blood spilt from them.

There was an animalistic cry from the floor. In a flash Sarah saw Tom Paris rise from the floor. His body bruised and broken, but his eyes were filled with such fire. In an instant he was using whatever he could find as a weapon, thrown into a drug fueled rage thanks to the attacks on her. As the Cardassians used whatever force was necessary to subdue Tom, she found another sound had joined the din, the sound of her own screaming. Every time she tried to join the fray, to help Tom, it was either Tom or a Cardassian that pushed her back.

All she could do was crouch down on the floor and block her ears, as if that would block out all the awful noises that seemed to be heightened by the drug. Tom's guttural cries, the guards shouts, the sound of bone cracking. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could. Perhaps, if she squeezed them hard enough she'd come to find this was all illusion. Her senses tingled as the noise only grew louder and louder, thundering in her ears. And then there was a deafening silence. She screamed as loud as her lungs would possibly let her, relieved to find that her hearing was not gone, just the terrible sounds of torture.

Hands reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. In a flurry of panic she curled her fingers and scratched the attacker as fast and as hard as she could.

"Damnit!" someone yelled. "Can't you sedate her, Doctor!"

"NO!" someone else shouted, "we have to let the drug run it's course. A sedative interacting with a Cardassian psychoactive drug will kill her."

"Commander, I cannot have her scratching up the entire security team."

"We'll just have to try a different approach that's all."

Finally she found the strength to open her eyes. She was on Voyager, in sickbay. The holographic doctor was before her, Kes was cowering behind two security guards, both their faces red with puffy, bleeding marks. Had she done that? Had she attacked her own crew?

"Sarah?" a soft, reassuring voice spoke, "it's fine now, you're back on Voyager."

"Tom?" her voice was nothing more than a squeak. There was no answer. Janeway was trying to answer for her but Sarah broke into a shrill cry, screaming his name over and over again. Someone was lifting her, throwing her over their shoulder and all she could see was Janeway's concerned face as she was carried out of sickbay like a small child. Of course, it made sense, she was after all throwing a temper tantrum. She was put down in the lift and saw that it had been Commander Chakotay that had carried her, Janeway entered the lift with them.

She mumbled something to her first officer, something that Sarah couldn't make out because she was mumbling, rocking back and forth, completely in control of the drug. Why had she ever done this to herself willingly?

Hands guided her out of the lift. The last thing she recalled was being helped onto the sofa in the ready room, before the world went black as she passed out from exhaustion.