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Chapter 4

When Kathren and Wesley materialized on the Romulan ship, both of them nearly fell over, having been running. They caught themselves, however, and then realized that Romulans surrounded them. The transporter platform was encompassed by wall on three sides, except for the front, and that was where the Romulans were. Their eyes widened, and both of them started to back up, simultaneously reaching for the other's hand again. The two teens backed into the wall. Kathren glanced to her left at Wesley, a worried look on her face, just as he did the same.

But then the Romulans rushed toward them. Kathren screamed. Wesley tried to move in front of her but she pulled him back against the wall, afraid he would be hurt. Before the Romulans reached them, however, two separate panels in the wall behind each of them slid open to reveal doorways into another room. Losing their grip on each other's hands, they both stumbled backward through the openings, and right into the hands of four more Romulans. Obviously this had been planned.

Quickly realizing that it wouldn't help to struggle, Kathren relented and allowed the two that had been waiting on her side to lead her across the room. Wesley, however, was another story entirely. As soon as the Romulans grabbed him he began to struggle vigorously, doing anything and everything possible to free himself. And even though none of it worked, as the two were too strong for him, he wouldn't stop.

"Wesley, calm down!" Kathren yelped, worried that he would hurt himself, or that the Romulans would hurt him. But he either didn't hear her or didn't care. More men had to come help their colleagues, and in order not to risk losing their grip on him, had to pick him up off the floor. They began to carry him toward the other side of the room, following the two leading Kathren. Kathren was worried about him, but decided that she had better look around to see where they were, so she focused some of her attention on taking stock of her surroundings.

The room was huge, and almost completely circular. Instead of a normal brig, around most of the edge of the room there were small compartments, each about the width of two or three doorways, in which the rest of the teenagers and officers that had been taken had been put. Each contained one person, and there weren't really that many of them, considering how many had been in Ten-Forward. They had managed to transport about fifteen or so before it had become too dangerous to transport any more, and they had stopped and left. Kathren counted all of them and came up with 17. That meant that she and Wes made 19.

Then she studied the cells more closely. None of them had a front wall; the door was a force field. Each had a wide bench-like seat protruding from the back wall, spanning the length of it, which was obviously meant for sitting or sleeping. The rest of the Enterprise people were in cells that lined one side of the room, but for some reason the Romulans headed toward the other. Kathren sighed, realizing that it must have something to do with the trouble Wesley was making. She looked back at him, but he still hadn't stopped struggling. He hadn't even slowed up, even though there was no doubt he was tired.

"Wesley!" Kathren tried again. "Come on! Stop!" He paid her no attention at all, and she shook her head in frustration. "Oh good grief." She looked forward again. They had reached the edge of the room, and the two Romulans behind her deposited Kathren in one of the tiny rooms, then left. However, the ones carrying Wesley still had plenty of work to do. Kathren stood as close to the force field as possible, wanting to be able to see what was happening. Before she did though, she noticed that both walls of the tiny room she was in had a long, narrow, floor-to-ceiling window, which allowed her to see into the compartments on either side of her.

Wesley continued to struggle, and by now the Romulans had set him back down on his feet and were trying to force him into the cell to her left. They were not having much success, and after several moments of vain effort at getting the frantic teenager into the cell, one of them became rather agitated, drew back, and kicked him. The blow landed hard in the boy's stomach. Wesley yelled in pain when it hit, knocking the breath out of him and sending him staggering backward.

"Wes!" Kathren cried in alarm. But being hit didn't stop him either, and as soon as he steadied himself he began to struggle again. The Romulans picked him up again after that then began to talk quietly among themselves, trying to figure out what to do. But over Wesley's yelling Kathren couldn't hear much of what they said. After a few minutes of doing her best to read their lips and observing their gestures though, she was able to make out what they were going to do. Since they couldn't force him into the cell, they had obviously decided that they were simply going to throw him in, then turn on the force-field before he got back up.

Now, normally that would not have been that much of a problem. Under other circumstances that would not have alarmed Kathren as much as it did, but the space they were planning on tossing him into was small. With the walls so close and that bench sticking out from the back, she knew that if they threw him hard enough or he landed the wrong way that he could easily be hurt.

"Wesley stop!" Kathren shouted. "Stop it now! Wes, they'll hurt you, stop it! Please!" He didn't respond. "Wesley!!" she screamed, beginning to panic.

By then the Romulans had broken their tight circle of conversation and were moving apart, preparing to execute their simple plan. The Romulan Commander had arrived there shortly before, and when he ordered them to do it Wesley stopped, paying attention for once. Then he realized what it meant, and he didn't like it. He knew very well that with the combined strength of the Romulans, if he hit something hard enough he could be seriously injured.

"No wait!" Wes cried, but too late. The Romulans tossed him into the compartment.

"Wesley!" Kathren yelped, rushing to the window. Wesley's body came into view in the midst of a scream. But it was cut short when his back struck the edge of the bench, and then his head as he fell. Wesley slumped to the ground, unconscious. "Wes?" Kathren called, dropping to her knees beside the window. "Wesley?" Nothing. He didn't wake up when she called to him. But from what she could tell from her limited Betazoid senses (they had never been very strong) Wesley should be fine except for the fact that he had been knocked out.

Kathren sighed and leaned back against the wall. The only thing left to do now was wait.