Sammy woke up on the cold hard floor of the holding cell with a dagger to her throat and one helluva killer headache.
Shinzon was squatting beside her. "Where am I? What do you want?" He held the blade steady waiting for her reply.
"I don't know ... AND ... Nothing but to get away from you." The knife didn't move.
"Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?" Shinzon was furious but remained calm and deliberate.
"No but you obviously can or we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?" The level of sarcasm she was inflicting on this man scared her. He was not to be trifled with yet she felt compelled to push the envelope. She bit her bottom lip shut to stifle another verbal onslaught. She took in a slow deep calming breath through her nose and tentatively released her captive lip. "If you release me I will tell you what I know."
"You will tell me what you know or die." His voice was void of emotion. Cold. Calculating. He held a lethal weapon. It dawned on her that he probably had the conviction to use it. He was the one in control here. She willed herself to shut up.
The blade withdrew to a more comfortable distance but was not sheathed. "Look, I know little more than you do." She made a feeble attempt to slide away from him. The blade threatened to take her right ear off if she backed up another inch. She stared up into eyes that mocked her. There was no escape. They were both prisoners of the Romulans. Resigned that she was stuck for the moment she picked up where she left off. "Less then 24 hours ago my ship was boarded and I was abducted by the captain of this vessel. He left two armed guards behind and everyone else became hostages. I was told that if I handed you the scroll my ship would be released. I only wanted the passengers to be safe." She tore her gaze from his. This was truly turning out to be the worst week of her life.
Sammy felt completely drained. She lay still letting the chill from the floor course thru her. It was over. Would she care if he took her life at this point? She had nothing to go back to. A loveless marriage to a man with six wives, oh wait, he had seven now. A life of unhappiness with someone she didn't know in a place she'd never been. She had completed her job for these Romulans so her father would be safe. That was all that mattered to her. She closed her eyes and a tear slipped down her cheek.
He took in a deep breath and exhaled loudly with renewed frustration. She was obviously telling the truth at least as best she knew it. Something wasn't right thou. If what she said was true, then why was she in the cell with him and not on her ship being released? Something was wrong, very wrong. He pushed back off his knees and returned to the cot to think.
The wall he leaned against was solid. In a fury he had tried it's sturdiness with his fist before she had come to. The pain that throbbed across his knuckles was a dull reminder that he needed to stay calm. He bent his right knee and placed his boot heel on the edge of the cot. His right arm rested casually on his knee and the dagger hung menacingly between his legs. He stared down at the woman lying motionless on the floor. He knew he posed a threat to her and he secretly liked it. His eyes covertly took in every inch of her as he thought back on the events that led to his abduction.
Sammy slowly sat up, wiped away the errant tear and gently touched the back of her neck. She checked her hand. No blood, just a nice sized bump. He hadn't really harmed her; yet. She stood and walked to the other side of the room to get away from him. He was an intimidating figure that was for sure. She leaned a palm against the window then laid her forehead against the back of her hand. Space beyond the window was speckled with points of light. The prince's yacht was not in sight. It was probably on the other side of the ship or long gone by now. Why hadn't she been returned to her father? She stole a glance at the captain over her shoulder. He was a quiet man. There were so many unanswered questions when it came to him. She turned back to the stars glistening beyond the window.
"What are we going to do?" She whispered. It was more of an afterthought to her ponderings than anything else. She watched as a star shot across the sky and made a wish. .
The man barely heard her but he looked up. "What did you say?"
He seemed irritated. She wanted to ignore him. "WHAT did you say?" He was insitant, she'd give him that. She turned to face him.
His temper frightened her. What had she done but ask a simple question, a question he wasn't even meant to hear. "I um I asked what are we going to do now?"
He saw fear in her eyes which rekindled his anger. He wasn't going to hurt her even thou he believed he could justify it. She had placed him in this situation. Because of her he was being held prisoner for a reason yet to be discovered. He had given the events of this day much thought and it was solely her fault he was in this predicament. But he had to admit, there was something about her, something that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. For the first time in his adult life he was not sure what his next move was going to be other than to get as far away from her as possible.
He wanted to get back to Remus where he was in control, where people feared him for good reason. Here his emotions seemed to be worn on his sleeve for all to see. He felt weak and was having great difficulty controlling himself in her presence. Why didn't she believe him? If he wanted to hurt her she would be hurt damn it.
He stood and crossed the cell in several long strides. She felt his breath on her forehead and slowly tilted her head up to meet his angry gaze. "WE are going to do nothing. I plan on getting out of here as quickly as possible. I am needed on Remus." He sounded amazingly confident.
"You would leave me here?" Her heart sank. She knew she deserved nothing from this man yet she was still a little surprised at his callousness. Afterall they were in the same boat. Absently she wondered if his week was as bad as hers had been. She shrugged off the thought, probably not.
Before Shinzon could respond to her Roman burst through the outer door and walked to the force field which separated him from his prisoners.