Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Saying of the Day: It's always darkest just before it goes black.

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Hell in Heaven

By Kalika

Chapter Two: The Plan

"I don't know Jon. I mean if these people are in the right then why didn't they just tell us the truth in the first place? What reason would we have for trusting them after they lied to us to get us down here?" Trip paced back and forth across their room in agitation. "I'll just bet they knew about the storm too. They've probably planned this so that we are stuck down here with no way to contact Enterprise."

"But that doesn't make sense. If we were going to help them why wouldn't we bring down more people?" Jon asked from his seat on the bed.

"Maybe they just wanted to make sure that we were cut off so they could have an easier time forcing us to do what they want."

"Let's forget about it for now. We can worry about this in the morning. " Jon stood and stopped his friend's pacing. "Besides," he took hold of Trip's shoulders. "I can think of a much better way for us to spend the night."

With that Jon pulled Trip forwards into a crushing kiss. He let his hands wander until one was tangled in his lover's short hair and the other was cupping that perfect ass he loved so much. He thrust his tongue into Trip's mouth gently as he pushed the engineer backward onto the bed.

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"Besides . . . I can think of a better way for us to spend the night."

Belzial had been watching the couple all night, listening in to what they were discussing. So far he had been bored out of his mind just recording what they said and when they said it, but now things were starting to look interesting.

The camera that Shazal had had hidden in the room was on the ceiling and Belzial had been unable to see either of the men's faces so far. He watched as Captain Archer pushed the other man, Trip?', down onto the bed.

Belzial could see Tucker's face perfectly now. Bathed in streams of moonlight from the window, he was the most amazing thing Belzial had ever laid eyes on. He had felt a stirring when the engineer had smiled at him briefly on his way into the main hall. His heart leaped into his throat when he saw the engineer arch his head back as Archer kissed his way down that long elegant neck. As Belzial watched the two of them discard their clothes there was only one thought in his mind.

He will be mine.'

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"So they may decide not to help us?" The Magistrate looked up form the report that she was reading. "Are you sure that this is all that they said. There was nothing you missed, was there?"

"I observed them all night Magistrate. They said nothing more." Belzial took the report back when Shazal offered it.

"And there was no following conversation. They didn't speak of it again?" Shazal asked with worry. They needed help if they were going to stop the activists. They were losing fast and in a few more days would possibly be completely overthrown. The captain of the Enterprise had been their last chance. Now they were going to have to find some other way to prevail.

"I am afraid that they left early the next morning without discussing the situation." Belzial watched as the Magistrate turned to stare out the window in defeat. "Excuse me Magistrate, I know it is not my place but I have a suggestion. We still may be able to convince Captain Archer to assist us. He is cut of from his ship and cannot leave the planet."

"How are we to convince him? He has already made his opinion of the situation clear. I would not want to make him do anything against his wishes." Shazal sighed in defeat. They would never be able to convince Archer to help them."

"Our people need to have a strong, fair government. How can we do that if we are overthrown? I know that you dislike to notion, but I believe that we may be able to force him to do what we want." Belzial smiled to himself as he began to put his plan into motion. "It will require the right persuasion of course."

"The right persuasion?" Shazal asked in confusion.

"I have observed that Archer is very close to this Commander Tucker who is accompanying him. I believe that by . . . detaining the Commander, we will be able to force Captain Archer towards our own ends."

"Are you certain that it would work?" Shazal was still very doubtful. "I was under the impression that they were just co-workers or perhaps relatively close friends."

"Trust me Magistrate. They are lovers, and by holding Tucker captive, you will be able to make Archer do whatever you want."

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Jonathan and Trip had gotten up early and decided to take a walk through the city. It would give them some time to think matters through. They had also wanted to see how the people were being affected by the goings on.

So far those they had spoken to had had only good things to say about the Magistrate and her government. They also seemed to be in favor of her plans to stop the terror attacks. After an hour and a half of speaking to the people, Tucker and Archer had decided to spend the rest of the day sightseeing.

Archer frowned when he turned and saw that Trip was holding his head again. He had been doing it off and on for the entire morning. The Commander had not voiced any complaints but Jon was worried that something was wrong. "Are you alright, Trip?"

The engineer looked up and smiled apologetically. "I don't know. I had a bit of a headache when I woke up this morning. It just seems to be getting worse and worse."

Jon stepped up to Trip and pressed his wrist against the Commander's forehead. There didn't seem to be a fever. Trip didn't have any allergies; it must be just a stress headache. Archer was staring into his lover's eyes and so caught the pained wince that Trip tried to hide. "Let's go back to our room. Maybe you'll feel better after you've lain down for awhile. A bit of sleep might help." Archer started to head back but was stopped when Trip grabbed his arm.

"Jonny, why don't you keep looking around. You wanted to see the sights. I think I can find my way back."

"But, you're not well."

"I'll be fine. It's just a headache. It'll be gone in a few hours. I want you to have fun here." As he had said this, Trip had pulled Archer closer to him. He gave the Captain a quick peck on the check, turned to go, and found himself pulled into a crushing kiss. Trip was laughing by the time he was finally let go. "Something to remember you by? You aren't going to be that long. Are you?"

"No. I'll be there soon. I just wanted to try something we've never done before," Archer breathed softly. He had never let go of the Commander and his arm was now wrapped around his lover's waist. "We've never been able to do this before."

"You know I can't leave if you don't let go of me. Besides, people are starting to stare." Trip glanced around at the natives watching them. After having to hide their relationship from anyone for so long, public displays like this made Tucker feel nervous. He knew there was no one here who could get them in trouble, but be was still uncomfortable.

Archer had been thinking almost the same thing, only he wasn't nervous. He was practically giddy. He was with Trip, in public, and no one could say anything to get them into trouble. They wouldn't get in trouble! Jon had never felt so free. Grinning slyly, he leaned forward to whisper in his beloved's ear, "Let them stare," before enveloping his partner in another passionate kiss. He let his hands wander until one was ruffling the engineer's hair.

Jon broke off the kiss when he felt Trip wince. The Commander gave him an embarrassed smile. "Headache remember. I'd better go." Tucker extracted himself from Archer's embrace, squeezed the Captain's hand briefly, then turned and left.

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Trip was whistling to himself as he reached the room that he was sharing with Jon. Even with the fact that the two of them were literally trapped on this planet, he couldn't be happier. How often was it that the two of them could enjoy each other's company without worrying about anyone finding out? They could do practically anything they wanted and there was no need to worry about being caught. Trip was still smiling about that thought as he unlocked the door and entered their room.

He walked down the short hall, reached over and pushed on the panel to turn on the lights, but nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. Suddenly he heard the door behind him close. He spun around but wasn't fast enough and ended up being slammed into the wall and having the air knocked out of him painfully.

"Who the hell . . .." He broke off as another mouth was crushed against his own. When he had first entered the room he had thought that perhaps Jon had beaten him back and was playing a prank on him but now he was positive that it wasn't his lover. First off, the Captain would have been careful not to hurt him, and secondly, Jon had never kissed him like this. Jon's kisses were always soft and gentle. This was harsh and painful, more like an invasion than anything else. The attacker pulled back from the kiss finally allowing Trip to pull some air into his lungs.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Trip asked while still panting for his breath. There was no reply, only the unknown person slamming Trip's head against the wall before moving in for another brutal kiss.

The fresh air and piercing pain in Trip's head brought him out of his shock. With a now somewhat clearer head the Commander was able to focus more on what was happening. He noticed that his hands were free, as well as his legs. He should be able to use that to some advantage against the large person who was assaulting him. The engineer gasped in surprise as the invader suddenly slid his hand down the back of Trip's pants and squeezed his ass. At the same time, Trip felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. Slowly, his eyes began to slide closed as he lost consciousness.

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To Be Continued

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