Author's Note: Please see previous notes.

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T'Lev was not what T'Pol expected. She was emotional; not the perfect Vulcan wife for Koss. When she walked into the room where T'Pol was waiting she looked at her with utter disdain and contempt.

"T'Lev, I am…"

"I know who you are," T'Lev said as she stood watching T'Pol and seething.

"How do you know who I am? We have never met," T'Pol said curious.

"Because my husband couldn't forget you and he made sure I knew who you were," T'Lev said, annoyed.

"He took genetic material from me," T'Pol said, figuring this conversation needed no formal introductions anymore. "And placed an embryo that was mine in you. Are you aware of this?"

"I was so happy she wasn't alive," T'Lev said with fire in her eyes.

"You knew the child was that of myself and Koss," T'Pol concluded.

"I did," T'Lev spat.

"Can I inquire as to why you would agree…" T'Pol started.

"It was the deal, his perfect child for one of my own," T'Lev said coldly. "Only he didn't get his perfect T'Pol child, did he?"

"Did you harm the child when it was in utero?" T'Pol asked.

"No, I was still stupid then, thinking if I gave him this one child things would be better," T'Lev said as she turned partially away from T'Pol for the first time. "I was the idiot."

"So, the child was stillborn for natural reasons?" T'Pol asked.

"It was a girl, we didn't name her," T'Lev said over her shoulder. "Do you want to visit her grave?"

T'Pol hadn't considered that, and was surprised by her sudden need to visit the child she hadn't known.

"Where is she buried?"

"With Koss' family, unmarked," T'Lev said with no expression. "I don't know why I am helping you…"

"I appreciate whatever information you can share," T'Pol said.

T'Lev's head snapped toward her suddenly.

"You are more human than Vulcan with your niceties," T"Lev noted. "And I am more mad than Vulcan with my emotions."

"You are more emotional than I expected," T'Pol said.

"Damage from the poison," T"Lev said quietly.

"Excuse me?" T'Pol asked.

"I was supposed to die with her!" T'Lev suddenly screamed.

"With T'Wer?" T'Pol asked.

"Don't speak her name!" T'Lev said as she ran toward T'Pol and was suddenly in her face angry and violent.

"I apologize," T'Pol said, suddenly worried about this woman harming her. She looked around for the guard outside the door and noted that he wasn't even looking at them.

"You have no right to her name!" T'Lev screamed at T'Pol. Her face getting even more bronze and her ears tinging green.

"I would like to know about the other embryo," T'Pol said calmly, thinking of a move with her legs she could use to take this woman down if necessary.

T'Lev suddenly started to laugh. She turned and walked away from T'Pol.

"You want your other perfect child?!" She screamed as she started to pace across the room.

"I want to know if it is still stored somewhere or if Koss asked you…"

"He never asked!" T'Lev screamed. "Koss never asked if I wanted anything! He just did and took as he pleased!"

T'Pol sighed. "He did."

T'Lev turned and looked at T'Pol with a knitted brow.

"He took a high quantity of ova from me to use in a lab, rendering me infertile," T'Pol said. "He appeared to take even more from you."

T'Lev turned her back to T'Pol suddenly. There was silence of a minute and then a series of crying gasps.

"Can I get you some water?" T'Pol asked.

"You can get out!" T'Lev yelled, her voice watery.

"I would like to know…"T'Pol persisted.

"I don't know where your perfect baby is," T'Lev said between sniffles. "He wanted to implant me with it just before…"

T'Pol waited for her to finish and when nothing else came she prompted.

"Just before?"

"I couldn't do that again, and I wasn't going to leave T'Wer with him…" T'Lev almost whispered.

"Where would Koss have stored…?"

"Guard!" T'Lev called as she banged the door.

"T'Lev, if you know of any facility where Koss may…" T'Pol said approaching the woman desperate.

It was then the T'Lev turned and punched T'Pol hard in the face causing her nose to release a stream of green blood.

"Now you're a little less perfect," T'Lev said with a smirk before she walked out the door.

T'Pol was left clutching her aching, broken, nose and reeling about her own error. T'Lev could have done much worse and left Nova without a second mother. She had let her guard down, approached the woman without a plan, and luckily not paid too high a price.

"You should get a human doctor to heal you," the guard said as he placed restrictive bands on T'Lev's hands. She was laughing the entire time. "You like their species more than your own."

T'Pol looked at the guard through stars and watched him take T'Lev away. She was likely to be executed soon and T'Pol was sure she had received more information from the woman than she ever would get on a second interview. She walked down the hallway and toward the door where T'Sel was waiting for her. Her cousin would not be pleased to see her condition as now, a trip to the clinic was required.

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"Why was she not in restrictive bands for the interview?" T'Sel asked, her voice slightly erratic to indicate the level of emotion she was supressing. They were walking toward her land car.

"The guard knew who I was," T'Pol said as she switched out the handkerchief she had been using for a fresh one.

"I don't understand," T'Sev said. The statement indicating her level of upset because Vulcan's never admitted to not understanding something.

"He knew I worked for Starfleet, bedded a human, and about Elizabeth," T'Pol said as she got into her seat. "He was not concerned about protecting me from T'Lev. But she did tell me that Koss had not successfully implanted the second embryo in her. So, logically, it is in a clinic somewhere on Vulcan, possibly under a pseudonym. I will need access to data and…"

T'Pol tenderly touched her nose and tried to feel the damage but her nose was starting to become inflamed and swell. They needed to get something cold on it. How was she going to explain this to Nova?

"T'Sel, I think we should stop for a cryo pack before we got to the clinic," T'Pol said absently as she heard the driver's door open and close.

It was the smell that caused her to suddenly turn and face the driver. It wasn't her cousin in the seat but Koss, and before she could react their was a hypo stray on her neck and a world of blackness around her.

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T'Pol slowly came to wakefulness in a darkened room. Her nose was painfully throbbing, her wrists bound with a heavy brace and her body prone on a metal surface. She looked to the left and saw T'Sel also coming to consciousness on a chair next to her. T'Sel's legs were bound to a chain, but not her hands. She immediately reached down and tried to undo the clasps on her ankles.

T'Pol, knowing her cousin's efforts were futile turned her head to look around the room. It was temperately warm but sparse. There was medical equipment and a desk, a small Vulcan kitchen and a chair.

"What happened?" T'Pol asked T'Sel. "I remember speaking to you as we walked to your car."

"Someone injected me from behind as I reached for the vehicle handle and I remember nothing else until now." T'Sel admitted. "The braces are impenetrable without…"

"Agreed," T'Pol said. "It was Koss."

T'Sev gasped and T'Pol saw the admonishing look she gave herself for the breach in emotion.

"Apparently, he didn't die," T'Pol said as the door to the room opened.

"Have you compared notes now?" Koss asked as he approached them.

"I demand that you release us," T"Sel said as she stood from her chair.

"You may demand all you like," Koss said calmly. "But you both will be my guests for some months."

"How are you alive? The volcanic activity…" T'Sel started.

"She really is naïve, isn't she T'Pol?" Koss asked as he approached her metal bed and looked down at her.

"What do you want with us?" T'Pol asked.

"My child," Koss said. "Give me that, and I will release both of you."

T'Pol's eyes widened in understanding. He meant to implant the embryo in her.

"But you T'Pol, you aren't naïve, are you?" Koss said. "You already understand my plan without me having to explain. That's what I have always admired about you."

"Koss, don' do this," T'Pol said calmly.

"T'Lev was too weak to mother my child," Koss said as she walked over to a nearby table and held up a large needle.

"She cannot…you cannot force her to…"T'Sel stammered in a very un-Vulcan-like fashion as he approached T'Pol with the needle.

"I realized my error with T'Lev was that I under compensated rather than over compensated," Koss said. "I was still young and worried about her long term health. I won't make that mistake again."

"Koss, don't," T'Pol begged him as he prepared the needle and looked down at her.

"I have determined that a higher concentration of hormones will produce a better success rate," he said as he prepared to inject her.

T'Pol attempted to raised her legs to put him in a bind but they were restricted by some type of force field that was approximately 60 cms above the table.

"Now, now, T'Pol," Koss admonished her before he injected her with the hormones.

She felt the small pain of the prick and the rush of fluid into her body.

"And the fact that the embryo is genetically linked to you also enhances the success…"

"You are mad," T'Sel said coldly.

Koss turned to her with knitted brows.

"I am merely a Vulcan man who has never been given what I was owed, and I am merely collecting it," Koss said calmly.

He then turned back to T'Pol. "After a week of high concentration hormone injections you will be ready for implantation. You may experience a-symptomatic pon farr, not natural of course, because you took care of that with Mr Messina on Mars, but I am prepared to help you deal with this medical pon farr."

"You keep your hands off me!" T'Pol yelled.

Koss leaned down and whispered in her ear. "In a few days you'll be begging for me. And, only because you will be the mother of my child, will I concede. Your sexual adventures with humans is akin to bestiality and normally I wouldn't want to mate with a woman who partakes in that activity. But, this time, I will make an exception."

"Never," T'Pol said clearly.

Koss merely smirked and then stood up.

"I have a cryo pack if you would like something for that nose," Koss said calmly as he walked to a nearby storage container. "T'Lev always, how do humans say…? Punched above her weight."

"You harmed her as well," T'Pol spat.

"She, like you, agreed to marry me knowing the terms," Koss said coolly as she took out a cryo pack and walked toward her. "She, unlike you, fulfilled her terms."

"She also killed her daughter, your daughter," T'Sel said.

"That was unfortunate," Koss said as he stood over T'Pol with the cryo pack.

"You murdered that child just as much as she did," T'Pol said with anger.

Koss studied her for a moment saying nothing.

"I think the broken nose gives your face a certain human quality," Koss said as he assessed her. "I think you should keep it. Maybe it'll make them finally accept you as more than an employee and bedmate."

Koss turned on his heels and walked away, the cryo pack still in his hand.

"Her nose!" T'Sel reminded him.

"I like the exotic look," Koss said as he placed the pack back in the cabinet. "It'll help when we mate. One way or another you are giving me a child T'Pol. Embryo or mating, whatever produces my child."

"You are behaving like an animal," T'Sel said with disdain.

Koss turned and assessed her.

"She promised to remain married to me, to bond with me, to have a child with me!" Koss said. "I think she at least owes me the child! After years of watching her mate with humans and the fact that their ridiculous embryo came to term when ours did not?! No, she owes me at least this."

Koss walked from the room and the door closed behind him.

T'Pol and T'Sel exchanged glances. They both knew that his promise to free them after all this was over was complete lie. They needed to find a way out of here or hope that their families figured out they were missing and that Koss, quite illogically, was alive and to blame.

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