Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Saying of the Day: May those who love us love us. And those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts. And if he doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles, so we may know them by their limping.

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Hell in Heaven

By Kalika

Chapter Three: Assistance

Jonathan smiled as he walked out of the store with his purchases. He had found a business that sold chocolate, or at least something that was like chocolate. Trip happened to have a huge weakness for the sweets and Jon could just imagine the look on his lover's face when he saw them. There was very little chance to obtain chocolates while on a starship, but he planned to buy a few boxes, before they left, to stash in his quarters for later.

Thinking back to the small argument that they had had the night before. Jon was glad he had made reservations at a small restaurant so that they could relax and try to forget about why they had been brought here. They were both tense and upset about the situation, so Jon had decided to try and make sure that they had pleasant night.

God, I hope Trip will have fun tonight,' Jon thought to himself as he entered the building where that two of them were staying. We haven't been free to be in public together for a long time and I think we'd both enjoy taking advantage of this.' The Captain grinned again as he opened the door to the shared room.

"Trip, are you home?" Jon called as he closed the door behind himself. "Come on Trip. I've got a great night planned. Where are you?" He walked into the room and stopped dead.

Magistrate Shazal was sitting at the table. One of her bodyguards, Machet, Jon thought, was standing beside her. After a quick scan of the room, Jon could see that Trip wasn't present.

"What's going on here?"

"I have come to speak to you about our problem. We need your help Captain. The activists are becoming increasingly violent. Our people are dying and we cannot wait any longer." The Magistrate stood up, walked to Archer, and took his hand. She looked him straight in the eye. "Please."

"We haven't decided yet. We are going to require more information before we can make our choice, and if we agree to help I will need the assistance of my crew, which will be impossible until this storm is over." Jon pulled his hand away. He took another quick look around the room for the Commander. Trip did say he was coming right back here. Didn't he?'

"I'm afraid that I am going to have to insist Captain. My people don't have the time to wait for you to confer with your ship in a few days. You must decide now." Shazal's eyes were steel-hard as she stared at Archer.

"What do you mean that you have to insist?" That's when a horrible though hit him. "Where is Trip? What have you done?"

"I'm terribly sorry but the Commander is . . . visiting . . . with my men." With that, Shazal turned and headed for the door. "You have until morning to tell me your decision.'"

Angrily, Jon tried to lunge after the Magistrate to stop her departure, but he was stopped by the gun that was suddenly in the bodyguard's hand.

"You can't do this. Please! Where is Trip?" the Captain yelled desperately.

The Magistrate heard the words clearly as she exited the room. Blinking furiously against her tears, Shazal got into the transport that was waiting to take her back to headquarters.

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"Wake up handsome!"

Trip groaned as pain shot through his head. He opened his eyes to harsh lights. With shaking arms, which he barely noticed were manacled together in front of himself, he managed to push himself up into a sitting position. He didn't feel strong enough to get up any farther.

Looking around, he took stock of his surroundings. He was in a small gray room that looked almost like a prison cell. There was a small cot, on which he lay, and a sink on the opposite wall. One small window showed, through the bars, a dark purple sky. It had to be early evening. Turning his head, Trip was able to see the door to his cell'. Standing in the doorway was one of Magistrate Shazal's many bodyguards.

"Belzial?" Trip hoped he hadn't gotten the name wrong. The man staring at him didn't seem to have much tolerance. "What's going on? Why am I being restrained? And what am I doing here?" His head was pounding and he couldn't remember anything that had happened since he had left Jon while they were shopping.

"Nice to see you awake, Commander. I've been waiting quite awhile now." Ignoring the questions, Belzial walked into the room leaving the door open behind him. None to gently he pulled Trip to his feet by the wrist bindings. Quickly, he wrapped his arms around the weaker man, trying to make it seem as though he was just assisting the engineer.

"Um. Thanks, I guess," Trip said slowly. The guard was acting rather strangely, and still hadn't explained why he was being held in shackles. "Could you maybe explain what happened to me? I'd really like to know why I am being held here. I can't exactly remember much of it."

Belzial smiled to himself. So, the Commander couldn't remember. Well the he was just going to have to be reminded, wouldn't he? Just wait,' Belzial told himself. It will be much more fun if Tucker is scared.'

"I'm sorry, Commander. Our situation has become escalated. Our government needs to move against the activists now and we require Captain Archer's assistance. He can help us to plan our strike since help from your crew is now out of the question." Belzial smiled at the look of confusion on Commander Tucker's face and decided to drop the bomb. "You are going to be held captive until the activists have been stopped. To ensure the Captain's cooperation."

I think that we'll be holding onto you for a much linger time. Especially if I have anything to say about it.' Smiling again, the guard watched Trips face closely. He didn't want to miss a thing as the information began to sink in.

"So, I'm a hostage then? There's no reason to do this. Captain Archer isn't foolish enough to give into your demands just because you're holding me. " Trip said trying to convince both the bodyguard and himself at the same time.

"I'm quite certain that the Captain will do exactly what we want. God knows I would if you were my lover and you had just been taken from me." Belzial barely managed to stifle his laughter at the look of surprise on the smaller man's face. "Yes, I do know about you and I'm quite certain that we will be able to make the Captain do whatever we want him to do."

"Oh, God." But Trip's shock at the information was short lived as Belzial suddenly bent down and began to kiss his neck. The larger man pressed his captive back up against the wall as he continued his ministrations.

"Stop!" Trip shoved the guard back as best he could and only succeeded in moving the larger man a couple of inches. "What are you doing? STOP!" The last word came out in a sharp yelp as Belzial dug his teeth into the engineer's soft neck.

"'What am I doing?' You said that you couldn't remember what had happened before you got here. I'm just . . ." Belzial paused to kiss the exposed neck again before continuing, "reminding you. Don't you remember now?"

Trip gasped in horror as Belzial grabbed his head and began to kiss him harshly. He did remember. He remembered everything. God, how he wished that he didn't. Trip could feel the man's large hand sliding down his back as the man pressed against him. Desperately, Trip tried to pull back from the tongue invading his mouth, but he was unable to move his head. He was panicking and was having trouble distinguishing between what was happening now and what was just a memory. Choking off a sob, Trip once again tried to push the other man away.

"Belzial?"

With a swear the bodyguard pulled back and swung around to glare at the open door.

"Belzial, what are you doing in there?" A second man had appeared in the doorway. Trip couldn't remember the man's name but he remembered him being introduced as another of the Magistrate's bodyguards. Oh, God! Oh, please no!'

"Machet. I was just checking the prisoner's restraints. You weren't supposed to be back so early." Belzial could barely contain his rage at being interrupted; at not being able to release himself. He could easily order the other guard to leave, but that would destroy his entire plan if the fool man couldn't keep his mouth shut. For now he would have to wait.

Trip was shoved back onto the cot as the angry guard stormed out of the room.

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Jon had sat up all night trying to think of another way to get Trip back. Hell, he had spent half of the night trying to pretend that Trip was just going to walk through the door, listen to all of his silly fears, and then kiss them all away. It had gotten harder and harder to pretend after he had found that smear of blood on the wall by the door. Somehow he just couldn't bring himself to touch it and so had been unable to clean it off.

For a while he had tried to convince himself that they wouldn't hurt Trip and all that Jon would have to do would be to wait for the storm to end and then call his ship for assistance. Every time his pacing carried him past the blood he had doubted the plan more and more until it had just vanished as an option. Eventually, seeing the blood over and over again had caused Jon to feel sick and he had decided to sit down so he wouldn't have to look at it anymore.

Casting one last wishful look at the door, Jon stood up. It was time to stop pretending. He would have to go to the Magistrate and tell her that he agreed to help. Unfortunately without the assistance of the Enterprise and her crew he had a lot of trouble seeing them winning.

With a tired sigh, Jon pulled on his jacket and headed out the door. He was just going to have to do everything in his power to help the Magistrate. The sooner he offered assistance, the sooner he would get his Trip back.

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"Looks like you're free to go. Your Captain helped us to stop the activists. He assisted in coming up with a great plan. Our people were able to capture almost all of the activists in the capital city. It won't be hard for us to round up the rest of them. Anyways, I'm here to take you back to headquarters. Shall we?" Machet gestured towards the open door behind himself.

"Just a second. Do you think you could maybe remove these?" Trip asked as he held up his bound hands. He waited as the guard undid the manacles and then gestured towards the door himself. "After you."

"Thank you." Machet smiled with a bit of embarrassment. "Please don't hold this against our people. We were desperate. The magistrate did hold to her promise that you wouldn't be hurt. What else could we . . ."

Trip had to jump backwards as a blast of light threw the guard forwards. Looking down Trip couldn't see any marks to contribute to the man's state, and just hoped that he wasn't dead. His presence had kept the other guard away.

"Hello beautiful."

Trip spun back to the door and came face to barrel with a gun. He looked past it into Belzial's grinning face. The man slowly forced Trip back across the room. Half way he squatted down to pick up the fallen manacles, all the while never taking his eyes off of his prey.

"I'm afraid that there has been a change of plans, Commander. You're going to be coming with me. No pun intended, of course. Please face the wall."

Trip was frozen in shock. He had been so close to being free. This madman was never going to let him go. Silently, he begged Jon to forgive him as Belzial furiously spun him around and slammed him into the wall. He could feel the tears running down his face as his hands were once again bound, this time behind his back. He felt a small pinch in the back of his neck then a slight lightheadedness as the drugs began to take effect.

Belzial smiled at the tears that shone on Commander Tucker's face. This was perfect. Tucker would be easy to handle when the drugs were working fully. The guard stepped forward and landed the dizzy Commander with a ravenous kiss. Reaching down he grabbed the engineer's wrists and squeezed hard causing Trip to let out a sharp cry of pain. Belzial stopped the kiss and, smiling lustfully, leaned down to whisper in his captives ear. "Archer was a lucky man. Too bad he'll never see you again. You're mine now. Let's go."

Trip was dragged from the room easily as the drugs in his system continued to gradually subdue him. The last thing he remembered was being thrown into the back of a transport.

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To Be Continued

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