Disclaimer: please see chapter one; but last I looked CBS/Paramount still owned these character rights I just play with them now and again.

Interlude

Somewhere in the Alpha Quadrant an angry Warrior strode round a living room in the house of a friend, his pacing expressing his pent up feelings better than any words he could have spoken at that moment.

He'd just been informed about what was happening on Earth to those he considered as his family. This friend just watched him, wary of incurring that pent up anger of his in their direction, whilst the third person of the house had quietly left, knowing it was best to leave these two younger person's to sort out their own troubles between them.

"Patience, my Friend."

"How can I be, with my family obviously in grave danger!" he growled, continuing to pace the room, hands clenched at his sides into tight fists, feeling and acting like a caged animal. "Why are they incarcerated like that; what have they done to anybody and what's happening to her?" he muttered voicing the questions that were going round and around in his head. "They need my help!" he growled angrily.

"Well you need to calm down yourself first, at the very least," his friend pointed out reasonably. "You can't go charging in like a raging bull, you may well do more harm than good, to them and yourself," his friend bit back, the voice strained and sad. He gave his friend a swift look as he paced, reacting to the person's tone knowing that this friend was right, yet that didn't stop him from feeling that he needed to do something.

"What do you think you could do?" came the calm question a moment later effectively halting his pacing in mid-stride, to stare confusedly at his friend; after a moment he visibly deflated and ran a tired hand through his hair.

"I don't know," he admitted, his helplessness coming though in his voice. Although he knew he wasn't a prisoner as such here at his friends' bequest, but the fast paced events on Earth with his family had in a sense made him one, he realised.

"I offered you anonymity and that is what you got, my Friend." The other person moved closer to his dejected side, voice softer and understanding. "Neither of us could have foreseen or predicted the catalyst that would result from that one act – you vanishing." He sighed; his anger all but spent as he took hold of his friend's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"No we didn't," he admitted quietly. "Perhaps it would be better if I didn't know what is happening to my family. What I don't know I can't worry about," he added, making his friend smile.

"You sure?" he was asked gently. He decided not to answer verbally as he turned away and stared out the room's main window; again it was his body language that spoke volumes to his friend and more loudly than any words could have done, of how he really felt about this whole affair and that he wished it was over soon; so he could return safely to his family. The friend stepped closer and wrapped an arm around him; he drew the smaller body closer to him and held on as he sighed grateful for this persons' presence; thus together they watched the planet's sun slowly set turning the alien sky of his current residence a deep rich salmon pink.

NB: Short I know. More is coming I hope!

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