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- THE NIGHTMARES MISSION -

BY

WOLENCZAK2004

AND

AEWNAUR

- CHAPTER 3 -

- CONFRONTATION BETWEEN HUDSON AND BOURN -

Abord the seaquest

Ford was standing in line to get his tray when he spotted O'Neill, Picollo and Henderson. He wove through the others in the mess hall and sat next to his friends.

"So Commander, where did the Captain take Lucas?" ask Tony.

"I don't know Tony."

"You don't know," Lonnie said in mild shock. "Jonathan, Hudson and Lucas just take off and you have no idea where?"

"Okay," he said with great reluctance. "The Captain received a confidential call. He then called Lucas. A short while later he gave me command of the boat and they left. All we can assume is that they are on a classified mission and we will be briefed on a need to know basis."

"What?" hissed Tim.

"Hudson took Lucas on a classified mission. Is he completely our of his mind?" Tony demanded.

"Listen, Lucas and the Captain received a direct order. So that's enough,"

Ford got up and turn around to leave the mess hall. He wasn't one to show his emotions but he was worried about the Captain and the youngest member of the crew also. He just wasn't one to sit around talking about it. Until they had more information, he had a boat to run.

Lucas woke up in a sweat. Every part of is body hurt like hell. He cracked his eyes open trying to remember where he was and why he was naked. The last day and a half came rushing back to him in a tidal wave of terror. He started shaking and wanted to curl up in a little ball but his body was too sore to move. He had been captured. He had been drugged and Bourn.. Bourn had beaten and raped him. He panicked when the door opened and Bourn came in with a smile on his sadistic face.

"How are you this morning Pretty One?" his voice was soft and Lucas was sure he meant it to be soothing however it grated across his nerves like sand paper.

"You sick bastard," he spat at his rapist. "How do you think I am?"

"Now now, don't be that way. I've come to make it all better," Bourn moved to sit on the side of the bed only to have Lucas kick him as the boy scrambled up the bed away from him. His eyes grew hard as ice.

"Stay away from me," Lucas demanded as his back hit the wall. He knew he was about to hyperventilate and he tried to calm his breathing but having Bourn this close to him again was terrifying.

"How? How do you think you can make this better?" Lucas asked in disbelief.

"You dr..drugged me you son of a bitch," he couldn't help the stutter but continued anyway. "You drugged me and raped me. How can you make this better?" He didn't even try to wipe the hot tears from running down his face. He knew he shouldn't let the man see him crying but if he wiped at his face he would have to let go of the blanket he held tightly in his grip.

"Oh darling don't be that way. You gave me no choice. Surely you see that I gave you every chance to make it easier on yourself. If you had only given yourself to me it would not have been this way," Bourn inched forward as he spoke.

"Are you crazy? I don't want anything to do with you. You are nothing but a sick old pervert with a little power."

"If I were you I wouldn't speak like that. I won't put up with that type of language," Bourn moved to touch Lucas's cheek. "Not from you Pretty One."

Lucas slapped the hand away, he wanted to be sick. In a flurry of movements Bourn had slapped him back and tugged him back down the bed. He was now laying flat on his back his hands pinned above him. Bourn leaned over him, close, too close. Lucas flinched as he felt the insane man lick his lips. He was licking the blood off his cheek from where his lip had split again. Lucas thrashed about, jerking his head away. He couldn't let it happen again, he just couldn't.

"I just can't seem to help myself when I am with you, Pretty One. Please say you will let me have you again. I've never felt anything like making love with you. It was the most amazing experience. Darling, let me have you again," Bourn whispered against his lovers skin.

Lucas bit back tears, his ears were ringing again from the many blows to his head. Surely that was why he was hearing things. It actually sounded as if Bourn believed they were in some type of relationship. The man was completely insane. The more he struggled the stronger the man seemed. His head was killing him and the pain all over his body was beckoning him into unconsciousness but he wouldn't let himself give in. He couldn't just let Bourn win like that. Lucas gathered the last of his strength, he had to fight.

Alexander Bourn felt the young body under him become stiff. The taste of tender skin and the salt of the boy's tears burned his blood. His lust rose higher and higher. He couldn't take it anymore he had to feel all of that skin against his own. He shifted momentarily to remove his cloths.

That was all Lucas needed to launch his last ditch effort. He rolled sideways hoping to get off the bed and too the door before being caught. Surely he could disable the security and get himself out if given a chance. But as he rolled he felt a pain like fire in his side, one of his ribs must have been broken. The fraction of an instant pause was too much as Bourn reached for him. Memories of the assault he had lived through the previous night flashed through Lucas's mind. He could only whimper when he felt the body behind him cover his own.

Bourn felt the boy move before seeing him. The pretty one had rolled over onto his stomach. He knew the boy wanted him this was even more proof. He pulled the unresisting body back to the center of the bed.

"I can't wait to be inside you again. You are so hot and tight," he panted as he slowly sunk into the body beneath him. Waves of pleasure rolled over him but something was missing. He needed to see his pretty one as he made love to him.

Lucas whimpered again as he was flipped back over and covered again. Most of the fight had left him but he couldn't let himself give in to the darkness. Perhaps is was over, he struggled to open his eyes and flinched. Bourn was hovering over him just waiting for him to open his eyes before plunging back into his already abused body.

"no oh god no.. not again," his whispered begging was harsh to his own ears.

"Let me love you. Relax, give yourself to me," over and over echoing in Lucas's head. But he couldn't, would never give in to that voice. He finally found his voice.

"I hate you. Fucking bastard," he gasped as Bourns hand came up around his neck again.

Bourn decided that perhaps his young lover just liked it rough and he quickly began pounding into him. The soft sounds coming from the pretty one just added fuel to his passion. Soon he was coming in a low moan of pleasure. He leaned down and kissed the Pretty Ones lips, tasting the salt of tears and the copper of blood. Heaven was in his bed.

Bourns twisted mind was sure that his lover was satisfied as he got up and pulled his clothes back on. The Pretty One curled up on his side and finally succumbed to sleep.

Lucas felt as if something deep in his soul was broken. Even if he escaped this hell he knew he would never be the same. When he heard Bourn leave the room he finally let the blackness over take his mind. Leaving the small voice in the back of his mind to whisper hateful words to his subconscious. Words like, 'you wanted this or you would have fought harder,' words like 'no one will ever want you now,' 'filthy' 'dirty', and a dozen others that echoed deep in his soul.

When the door to his new cell opened he froze in his pacing. To Hudson's immense displeasure it was Bourn standing there with a smile on his face, that did nothing to reassure him. He clinched his jaw tight in an effort to not spew profanity at his 'host'. His eyes narrowed as the smile grew into a smirk of satisfaction. Something about the man and that smile just sent the bile from his stomach straight to his throat. He took several deep calming breaths, willing himself to not throw up.

"Hello Oliver, did you sleep well?" Bourn's smirk grew.

"Why do you care Alex?"

"Ah, well I wouldn't want to return you to your ship ill now would I? The Secretary-General might not like that when I let him know I have you in custody."

"You are going to tell Mc Gath that you captured us?" the Captain asked in surprise

"Well, your ship was damaged and we rescued you. You and your Seceratery-General should be thankful that my men saved your life."

What game is this bastard playing? Why would he return us. Wait! Shit, where the hell is Lucas. Hudson had a very bad feeling about this, he had known right from the start that something was wrong with set up. He felt like lead had been dropped down in his stomach. He had to know, had to ask though he was afraid of the answer.

"So, if I understand you correctly, you are going to let me and Ensign Wolenczak just leave."

"Why would you say that Captain? I have no knowledge of any Ensign Wolenczak. You were alone in your shuttle when we found you," Alex Bourn smirked evilly.

"Where is Lucas? What the hell have you done with him?" demanded the angry Captain. He wasn't expecting Bourn's reaction. He fell back on his small cot as he was taken by surprise. The punch to his stomach hadn't really hurt but it had thrown him off balance.

"I will say this once and only once," Bourn hissed as he grabbed the UEO Captain by the front of his shirt. "The Pretty One is mine. You will never speak of him again. You aren't good enough, you sully his name with your mouth. He is mine and I will never give you permission so speak about him again," Bourn face was inches from Hudson.

Hudson realized suddenly that Bourn had lost all touch with reality. Hudson took a deep breath, reminding himself that he was the only hope to get the young Ensign out of the clutches of this madman.

"I'm sorry. May I ask if Ensign Wolenczak is alright? Has he been harmed?" Hudson felt the muscles in his jaw jump with the effort to remain calm.

"Of course he is alright. I take care of my lovers Oliver. The Pretty One just fine."

"Lover?" the Captain choked out.

"Yes, I have taken the Pretty One as my lover. Oh don't look so surprised Oliver. He is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen," Bourn started pacing the cell in agitation. "God when the seaQuest disappeared for all those years I didn't know if I would survive it. I had almost lost hope of ever finding him. And then by some miracle he was back," his voice grew hard as he spun and glared at Hudson again. "I have him back now and I will not let him go. He is mine. And I will keep you as far away from him as I can. Even if I have to kill you to do it."

"I only want.."

"Oh yes I know what you want. Don't think I don't see the desire in your eyes. And how can you not, he is perfection. You can't tell me that you don't want to be buried inside that body. To have those legs wrapped around you. Look at you Oliver," Alex sneered. "You're too old for him. And not nearly sophisticated enough. The boy comes from wealth and power Up-world. Face it Oliver, you never had a chance and now you never will."

"You don't love him Bourn. It's just sex. He is your possession, your obsession. Stop lying to yourself. Just let him go," Hudson's voice was gruff with repressed fury.

"Never. He is mine now. And I will never let him go," Bourn stood straight as he delivered the last blow. "In one week you will be returned to UEO waters, enjoy your stay, Captain," he sneered then turned and left the room.

Hudson finally let the bile continue it's journey. He threw up in the small toilet in the corner. The sick bastard had raped Lucas. The son of a bitch had raped the boy. I'm going to enjoy killing him, Hudson thought as he looked back up at the door with murder in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, Bourn. You sick son of a bitch, you will pay for this!" he yelled out.

He had no idea how he was supposed to save the boy now. He felt the anger build inside him again and all he could do was pace his cell and think about what his young ensign was going through.

"Don't worry Ensign, I will make him pay for this. I'll get you home. The seaQuest needs you, hell, I need you. Just hang on, please just hang on," Hudson whispered to himself.

TBC