K, this one's for you!
Again, don't own 'em, so please don't sue!
Lance grabbed Dorma and pulled her down behind him. "Where's Troi?" He yelled to her.
"With Hazar! Lance, who are they?" She asked.
Lance took aim at another, taking the man down. "No idea Babe." He glanced around and saw Allura struggling in some one's arms. He tensed, ready to defend her when he saw Keith leap over a table and take her attacker down. Good. At least he's doing something. Fire his gun again, he dropped another. "Dammit Dorma! Stay down!" He pushed his wife's head to the floor. Allura ran by him, and he grabbed her arm. She went down swinging at him, her fist connecting with his chin. "Allura! Relax, it's me!"
"Lance!" She dropped down next to Dorma. "Keith! He's after Keith!" She tried to get to her feet again, but Dorma pulled her back down.
"Keith can take care of himself. Do not make him worry for you." Dorma told her, holding tightly to her arm.
Lance chuckled to himself. So much for cool indifference. Suddenly he tensed up and froze, a strange look on his face.
"Lance? Lance!" Dorma shook his arm. He looked dazedly down at her. "What is it?" She demanded.
"Troi, I've got to get to Troi!" He said hoarsely. He leapt over the fallen table and bolted across the floor.
"Lance! Wait!" Dorma started to follow him, but was pulled back. Turning she saw Cliff grabbing at her.
Cliff had pulled a sword out of his cane, and stood over her, brandishing it in one hand, a blaster in the other. "Move it ladies!" Pushing Dorma and Allura in front of him, he forced them into the hall. "Secure that door." He ordered his men. "To the bridge. Move!" He and his men rushed them down the hall.
Lance meanwhile, moved through the room, searching desperately for his son. Spying the white haired figure of his brother-in-law, battling in the far corner, he made his way in that direction, missing Keith's fall from the ship. Lance was almost there, when he saw Hazar's gun get shot out of his hand. The Commander fell, moaning in pain as the enemy attacker leveled his blaster for the killing shot.
"Vahloo Hazar!" A small figure jumped in front of Hazar, just as the attacker fired. The shot hit Troi point blank in the chest. The boy stood staring for a moment, then collapsed to the floor.
"NO! TROI!" Lance rushed forward and fired, killing the attacker instantly. He gathered his fallen son in his arms. Troi's chest was covered in blood, and a small trickle ran out his nose and mouth. "Troi! Talk to me! Troi!"
Hazar got to his knees and knelt by Lance's side. He grabbed Lance's gun, firing as another attacker advanced towards them. "We need to get him out of here." Hazar said, firing again.
"I know!" Lance picked up his son, and rushed towards the door. Troi moaned. "Easy son, I've got you."
Troi looked up at his father, his green eyes filled with pain. "Palda…" He moaned weakly.
"Hang on Troi. Just hang on." Lance said desperately. Troi's eyes rolled up into his head, and the boy passed out. Lance pounded on the doors until they opened and he ran down the hall, his son lying limply in his arms. Please hold on…
The ship shook as missiles from enemy fighters tore into it. Cliff barked out orders as they hurried towards the bridge. The ship rocked again, knocking him off his feet. Crick hauled him back up. "Easy, we can't lose you now."
"Thanks mate. Get to the bay. We need fighters launched immediately, not to mention the Team." Cliff ordered.
Crick nodded and closed his eyes a moment. He frowned then opened his eyes. "They're launching as we speak Cliff."
"Good. Dorma, move a little faster love." Cliff ran into her.
She stood rock still, her face pale. Allura took her hand. "Dorma, what is it?"
Dorma turned to her, fear in her eyes. "Troi…Troi…" She gripped Allura's hand tightly. "He has been hurt. He is dying." Tears ran down her cheeks.
Allura tried not to shake in fear. "Lance will get him. He'll be all right." Allura told her. "Now, come." She pulled her down the hall.
"Faster ladies, I've no mind to cause an intergalactic incident." Cliff told them.
"I think it might already be too late for that Cliff." Crick said with a quick grin.
Cliff muttered something unintelligible under his breath, and they hurried down the corridor.
Dorma stopped again. "Cochova!"
This time Allura froze. "Which one? Dorma who?" She demanded.
Dorma turned to her, her violet eyes dazed. "Keith, Keith is in trouble."
Allura's heart beat painfully in her chest. "What kind of trouble?"
Crick pushed Allura out of the way, and put his arm on Dorma's. "Link with me." She placed her hands on his temples and they closed their eyes. After a moment, Crick's snapped open, and he bolted off back towards the reception hall.
Cliff gritted his teeth in frustration. "All right, let's get the rest of you to safety. Crick has things under control for now." He urged them down the hallway towards the bridge.
Keith floundered, trying to discern which end was up. He tried to shrug off his heavy dress jacket, but had done something to his right shoulder when he fell into the water and his arm was pulsating with pain. Blood was still flowing in his face, and despite the water, he couldn't open his eyes. Keith tried to kick off his boots, but that sent waves of pain streaking up his back and shoulder. His lungs were nearly bursting, trying to hold his breath. I can't hang on much longer. Pin-pricks of light started to flash in his vision, and his heart beat painfully in his chest.
:Keith, I'm here. Don't be alarmed.: Crick's voice sounded in his head just before some one grabbed him about the waist and hauled him to the surface.
Keith's head broke the surface of the water and he choked, gasping for air. "Crick…"
"Relax, I've got you." Crick held Keith about the waist and dragged him to a nearby rescue boat. Strong arms reached down to pull them aboard. Suddenly, Crick snapped to attention. "Wait! No, his shoulder!"
Keith's own scream of pain was the last thing he heard before everything went black.
Lance paced the short length of the hallway outside sick-bay. There was a flurry of commotion going on around him, but he seemed not to notice. The door opened and his head snapped up to see Dorma and his mother standing there. Brenda smiled tiredly and Lance breathed a sigh of relief. "Mom, Dorma, how is he?"
"He will live Svavaliadeelin. Our son will live." Dorma gave him a tired smile and took his hand in hers.
Brenda nodded in agreement. "Boy's alot tougher than he looks."
Lance turned to his wife. "You alright Babe?"
She nodded, then stumbled. Her skin faded to a pale grey and her eyes grew unfocused. "Svavaliadeelin…" She whispered.
Lance caught her up in his arms just as she collapsed. "Dorma!"
"Dammit, I didn't realize she was that drained. Get her in here." Brenda commanded, leading them inside. Lance placed Dorma carefully on a bed, and backed up, letting his mother look her over.
"What's wrong with her? How's Troi? And Keith?" Lance demanded.
"Relax Lance." Brenda continued checking Dorma's vitals. "She drained herself trying to keep Troi stable. She'll be all right with some rest."
"What about Troi?" Lance's voice caught in his throat.
Brenda looked up and took Lance's hand. "He'll heal in no time. Thanks to Dorma. Without her…" Brenda shook her head. "You can go in and see him in a bit."
Lance took a shuddering breath. "Thank God." His composure crumbled. "Mom…"
Brenda pulled him into her arms. Lance hesitated a moment, then sank into his mother's embrace. His body shook with sobs. "Easy son. They'll both be fine." She ran her hand through his hair, soothing him.
After a few minutes, Lance pulled away. "Thanks Mom." He sat down, taking Dorma's hand in his. "What about Keith?"
Brenda sighed. "He's not as good as I'd like."
Lance looked up sharply. "What's wrong?"
"We removed the glass splinters from his eyes and did what repairs we could." She looked up at her son, her heart in her eyes. "Lance you have to understand, there were others more wounded than him. He wasn't a priority, other than to get him stabilized."
Lance grew cold. "What are you trying to tell me Mom? Is he alright?"
Brenda shook his head. "I think he's going to be blind."