Thank you for your continued support and enthusiasm for the story. If you type in Star Trek Theurgy Romulan, you'll see a male that looks like the actor Mads Mikkelson; picture that when you think of Vraroth. Also, character death warning. Cheers!

Everything had gone according to plan, mostly. Shran and Tesil met with their associates and exchanged the item expected while Thov and Sovol used Elonat's scouting to find Shran's daughter and rescue her. The problem lay with Elonat, well more with Elonat's timing. No sooner had Sovol informed her of their success that the pain she'd been experiencing off and on throughout the day came back in full force, and this time with a leaking sensation from between her legs.

"I have a problem." Elonat swayed, leaning against the dirty wall of the corridor. The world was spinning as all her focus drew inward, circling around the pain radiating out from her womb. She concentrated on taking deep, steadying breaths.

"What's the problem?" Shran's voice chimed in. "Meet us at the rendezvous point in five minutes."

Elonat smiled through her pain, he somehow managed to sound both concerned and annoyed at the same time, "I'll try, but I can't make any guarantees."

Another wave consumed her, and she dropped to a crouch, a moan emitting from her throat unbidden. She heard Soval's concerned voice coming through the communicator along with Tesil's, but Elonat was too worried about making it through this contraction without screaming her head off to answer.

"Elonat," Soval continued to call for her through the communicator, "Elonat! Where are you? I'm coming to get you."

Elonat's hands were shaking and slick with sweat as she retrieved the communicator from the ground and pulled herself back to her feet, "No, go back to the ship. I'm on my way. Hopefully," she breathed through the last of the pain, "I won't deliver the baby on the way."

"You're…" she heard Tesil laugh humorlessly, "of course, you'd be delivering your child now."

Elonat shoved the communicator into her pocket and pushed herself forward. She'd seen a few Romulans in this section of the station sometime earlier and didn't want to be caught like this. She also didn't want to risk the others getting caught. Elonat had known the risks by coming and was satisfied with the results. Shran had his daughter back, and Soval was safe. Now she just had to get back to them.

She made it to the next junction in the station when another contraction smashed into her body. Uncaring of who saw, she crumpled to the floor. The world was spinning again, and everything in it became garbled. Why in the hell would anyone have over one child? Elonat concentrated on breathing, bringing together her foci on her womb and the pain it was emitting. She would get through this. Everything would be fine…

Elonat looked up, and her blood turned to ice when she saw not one, but two familiar yet unexpected faces at the far end of the corridor. She struggled to her feet and braced against the wall, her eyes barely able to focus.

"Elonat!" Elonat looked over her shoulder to see Thov and Soval hurrying toward her. Soval was by her side in seconds, his sturdy arms bolstering her weight against his body. "We have to hurry. This way." He tugged her in the direction from which he and the Andorian fighter had come.

"Elonat." Jikain's voice echoed down the corridor, and both Soval and Elonat stopped at the sound.

Soval looked from Elonat to Jikain in surprise, recognition settling on his features just seconds before a darker expression took over. Elonat felt through their touch a dangerous aggression building in Soval's body, and she knew without asking that it was directed towards Jikain. It surprised her, how much emotion so readily flowed through Soval's body, and just at the sight of her former lover. Was there more going on with Soval than he let on?

"We have to go. NOW!" Thov growled beside them, his eyes taking in the flanking movements of more Romulans and their associates.

Jikain and his sub-commander Vraroth continued down the corridor towards them. Jikain's eyes took in Elonat's pregnant body and Soval's place at her side in milliseconds, and she saw a look of amused disdain cross his features. But it was harder to read him than Soval, and touch had nothing to do with it. With Vulcans, because they showed emotion so infrequently, when they showed it, they could not hide the truth of it. For the Romulans, from her own experience, at least, it seemed they were adept at masking their true feelings behind false ones. And it was a pain to decipher.

"Funny we should find each other again," Jikain's voice was as velvety as ever, "and to find you like this," he gaze cold as he studied her belly once more, "with a Vulcan," he glared at Soval, "and I find myself unsurprised, with also an Andorian. Considering recent transactions, it seems everything is falling into place."

They cut their line of escape off, and the only way out now was if Shran and the others could get a lock on their bio signs for beaming. Elonat wanted to say something, anything, to calm everyone down, but another contraction hit, and all she could do was scream in pain as she doubled over and slunk to the floor. She felt more moisture come from between her legs. She didn't know if this was normal or not for a delivery, but either way, it hurt like hell.

"Bad timing." Jikain's voice was devoid of emotion when she heard it through the pain.

Thov's communicator chirped, and seconds later, Elonat felt the familiar tingling sensation of transport overtake her body. She thought she heard Jikain yell something, but she couldn't be sure, they were back on the Vulcan transport ship too quickly.

"What the-" Shran pointed a phaser at them, and Elonat looked over to see that Vraroth had tackled Soval just before the transport, and now they lay in a tangle of limbs and grunts on the transport pad.

Tesil pressed a button on a wall panel, "Pitte, get us out of here. Maximum speed."

Elonat screamed again as her whole body was consumed with fresh pain.

"We need to get her to sickbay." Soval pushed away from Vraroth, leaving him to Thov's guard, as he came back to kneel at Elonat's side. "The baby is coming. And we don't know what complications her hybrid nature, or the additional Romulan DNA will have on the birthing process."

Tesil and Shran moved forward to help move her, but they only got her off the pad before another contraction came, and Elonat violently reacted. She heard and felt bones crunching when she squeezed Tesil's forearm and he bellowed out his own pain just as she thrashed with her other arm and threw Shran against a bulkhead. They unceremoniously dropped her on the floor of the corridor in response. She barely felt it, so consumed with the internal writhing.

"I don't think she's going anywhere," Tesil cradled his injured arm against his chest. He moved back to press a button on the wall panel, "Akihr, release the Vulcan doctor from his quarters. We need him to come immediately to the transport pad."

Elonat panted through the pain, "I'm so sorry," she grimaced when another wave built, "I didn't mean to," she had to stop speaking to breathe through the rest of the pain.

"I experienced a similar injury before, from my wife with our second child," Tesil looked at his wrangled arm and shook his head, "I'm glad she wasn't as strong as you though." He looked over to Shran, "Go be with your daughter, Shran. We can take care of things here-"

Elonat felt a shift in her body, and she couldn't stop herself from bearing down and pushing. There was an instinctive demand in her mind to push, breathe, and push. Pain, breathe, push, pain, repeat. She felt Soval move behind her, pulling her torso up against his as he held her semi-upright and chanted Vulcan words of encouragement in her ears. She thought she heard Tesil say something about a delay with the doctor and then something from Vraroth and his previous medical experience. Though she hadn't a clue why the Romulan cum-prisoner would want to help, she knew nothing was stopping the baby from coming. Now.

The pain continued, it seemed endless, and Elonat lost track of time. She was aware of Soval, anchoring her with his words and presence, of Vraroth barking orders to Tesil and Shran for supplies, of a little girl's voice calling for her father, but little else made sense to her. She pushed even when Vraroth told her to rest, and she cried through the excruciating pain. When she thought she would die from it, and wanted to give up and embrace that darkness, she felt something release from her body and for a moment she felt nothing, heard nothing, saw nothing. Then the world slowly came back to focus on sense at a time.

Catching her breath, Eloant opened her eyes and looked around. She was so tired. More exhausted than she'd ever felt before in her life. Everything was blurred, but she could make out Shran standing with his daughter just down the corridor while Tesil knelt next to Vraroth on the floor by her feet, Thov standing guard over Vraroth. Vraroth held something in his arms, an odd expression on his face.

"What," Elonat swallowed past the pain of her raw throat, "what's wrong?" She heard nothing, not even a cry. Something was wrong.

Tesil laid a warm hand on her knee, and it surprised Elonat just how much she didn't care that this delivery had exposed her to so many strangers on the floor of a Vulcan ship. She was so tired, and she just wanted to hold her child. She just wanted to have her family in her arms at last.

"I am so sorry, Elonat." She felt Soval's arms tighten around her as Tesil continued, "but your child is dead."

Elonat dropped her head against Soval's chest as she felt wave after wave of pain wrack through her body. It wasn't just physical pain but soul-deep emotional anguish. The cells of her body felt as if they would shake apart from the vibrating agony that shook through her. Elonat tried to reach for her child, but Soval held her back, and Vraroth stood, still cradling the bloodied and naked body in his arms.

"Let me see!" She cried, too weakened to overpower Soval's grip. "Please!" Elonat reached again for her child, her gaze pleading as she met Vraroth's eyes.

"Commander!" An Andorian female's voice echoed in the corridor from the comm unit.

Tesil stood and pressed a button on the panel, "Go ahead."

"The Romulans, they-"

The ship shook, throwing everyone off balance, just seconds before Vraroth disappeared. Elonat howled and clawed at Soval's grip.

"My child!" She cried as she crawled toward the transport pad, "He took my child!"

Soval pulled her back against him and began to rock with her cradled in his warm embrace. Elonat both pulled and pushed at him as her body and mind struggled to catch up with the turmoil of the moment.

"Go to maximum warp, Pitte. Immediately. Set a course for Earth."

'My child," Elonat cried against Soval's robes, "he took my child." She shuddered when pain built up in her body again. "My child, Soval, my child..."

Soval smoothed his hand over her head, kissing her temple in a very un-Vulcan-like manner. She heard movement behind her and struggled when she felt arms hoisting her up and away from Soval. This was temporary, however, and Soval pulled her back in his arms and picked her up seconds later.

"Your doctor is waiting for you in sickbay," Tesil placed his hand on Elonat's shoulder, pausing Soval's departure, "words cannot express adequately what it is I feel for you Elonat. But know," he sighed, "know that you have my sympathy."

Elonat continued to feel the pain even after Soval deposited her on a biobed, and the doctor administered a pain killer. Soval didn't leave her side as she delivered the afterbirth, and the doctor went to work, mending the tears the birthing process had rendered to her.

"Soval," Elonat clung to his hand as the emotional pain continued to choke her, "my child." She shuddered, "what can I…how can I…" she closed her eyes and felt fresh tears coat her cheeks.

Soval's warm hand brushed the tears away, "I'm here, t'hy'la."

Something cold pressed against her neck, and slowly she felt her body ease toward the oblivion of slumber. Elonat fought it for a moment, desperate to remain aware of the loss, but then the fight was over, and she knew nothing more.