I'm really sorry for the long waiting. But it's seem it's not my year. I have two new beta for this story, so, don't worry the story is better now. I want to thanks them, Eskimosatan and Maxwell73 and Lynn, Thank you for your great job and your help. Hi thank the peoples for they're reviews. KatKnits00, Blue Eyed Dragon Girl, Lynnp, Maxwell73, Aquarius and Bianna. I let you know that the two last chapter are already write and my beta work on it. So they are comming soon. PS: I change Lucas age to suite my idea.

- CHAPTER EIGHT -

- MAKING A DECISSION -

Oliver found himself staring again at his clock for what was probably the millionth time that day. Ten fifteen, it was still early. He'd tried to distract himself, knowing that sitting in a chair, staring at a clock wouldn't do him any good, but in everything he did, he always found his mind going back to Lucas. Somehow, he had to persuade these people to help him and he didn't know if he could accept refusal at this point. Of course, he could always ask SeaQuest. There was no question that they would do anything within their power to save Lucas, but he didn't want to jeopardize their careers.

" Well, look who's off his super ship! "

The voice, just off to his left, made his heart jump into his throat and he turned suddenly, glaring at his comrade. " Damnit, Sandy, don't you ever do that again! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? " Looking around the room, he saw that at least no one else had managed to sneak up on him while he'd been thinking. " Where are the others? "

Sandy jerked his head towards the door. " They're in the other room. I'm real happy to see you, Oli. Me and the others have been speculating about what could possibly be so almighty important that you dragged us all out here. "

Oliver felt his stomach twist. He'd never been this nervous in his life, not even when he'd taken his final exams for captaincy, but no matter how nervous he was, he had to do this. It wasn't just his life on the line, it was Lucas's and just like he had told Tom, he would do whatever was necessary to rescue his Ensign. Getting up, he followed Sandy into the living room, fighting the not so subtle nausea at the sight of everyone there, watching him, waiting for him to speak. Clasping his hands behind his back, he forced himself to continue, somehow managing to keep his voice from wavering.

" Thank you for coming. You have no idea what it represents to me to have you all here. I have a great deal of faith in each and every one of you and that is why I trust that what I am about to tell you will never leave this room. "

They nodded without hesitation and waited for him quietly, eager to hear what he had to say and he felt some of the butterflies in his stomach start to settle.

" Six months ago Secretary General McGath contacted me with a mission for one of my crew. I was informed that Section Seven said my Ensign, Lucas Wolenzack, was the only one who could perform the job and that he was to go alone to complete it. However, he had no military training, so, despite orders to the contrary, I made the decision to go with him to ensure the safe completion of the mission. We met no resistence and he completed his task without incident. When we moved to leave, we found ourselves face to face with a dozen fully armed guards, President Alexander Bourne among them. It became clear very quickly that Bourne was only interested in Lucas. He made several suggestive comments and when I moved to protect Ensign Wolenzack, we were forcibly separated. Bourne took Lucas with him and I was escorted to the prisons. That was the last time I saw my Ensign. After a day and a half, Bourne came to my cell and informed me that I would be returning to the UEO. A week later, I was back on SeaQuest. "

" And your Ensign? " Asked Dalton.

" Lucas is still in Bourne hands. Our intelligence says that he has been using Lucas as a sexual toy for the past six months. "

Sandy looked vaguely ill.

" You are here, because I intend to rescue my Ensign and I am asking for your help. "

Dalton looked around at the others and finally turned back to Oliver. " Why ask us? Why not go to the UEO? They have resources that far exceed anything we have here and they wouldn't abandon one of there own. "

" No, they wouldn't abandon him, but they did sell him. Section Seven gave Lucas to Bourne for a very high price and shortly after my return, he was declared dead. I doubt they are going to help me get him back. Now, can I count on you to help me rescue the boy? "

" Jesus. " Sandy sat back in his chair and dragged a hand through his hair, shock written on his face. " I knew Section Seven was corrupt, but to willingly hand an officer over to the enemy for any price is... wait, boy? Exactly, how old is your Ensign? "

" Seventeen. Lucas was the ships Chief Computer Analyst before the Seaquest disappeared ten years ago. I am sure you remember the report. "

Dalton nodded slowly, " Right, the crew was in some kind of stasis for ten years and suddenly reappeared. "

Mike chuckled half heartedly, " Chief Computer Analyst on board the Seaquest at seventeen. What was he when he joined the crew, ten-years-old? "

" Don't be ridiculous, he was fourteen. " Oliver crossed his arms over his chest. " The boy is a genius. He graduated from Stanford at thirteen, the computer system that your ships run on was created by him. "

Jason nodded knowingly, " My brother Paul had a Professor at Stanford that spoke very highly of him. He said the kid created some kind of device that let him speak with dolphins. "

Mike looked at Jason incredulously, " Seriously, Jason, speak with dolphins? I'm sure you can do better than that. "

Oliver frowned, " He's telling the truth. It's a device called a Vocorder and it was operational on the Seaquest before its disappearance. In fact, I've seen it working myself, our on-board dolphin is insistent that I need to play more. That's pretty impressive stuff. "

Sandy saw the tension in the captain and decided to bring the conversation back to the task at hand. " Oliver, you said Section Seven basically handed Lucas over to Bourne on a silver platter, but why Lucas? I mean, he's a genius, why would they give him up, why not someone else, someone with a lot less potential? "

" It had long been known that Bourne had a weakness for young boys. About ten years ago, Lucas had a run in with him and the man became infatuated. Before he could act, however, Seaquest disappeared, taking Lucas with her. Apparently, his obsession grew over the years. He's been kidnapping boys that look like Lucas, holding them captive until he loses interest in them. The moment Seaquest reappeared, he contacted Section Seven and offered them a deal they couldn't refuse. Of course, now that he has what he wants, he's ordered his other playthings to be disposed of. Tom tells me he's been using drugs to keep him in line, beating him, raping him. The details are the stuff of nightmares. "

Jason whistled and shook his head, " Six months... what kind of shape is the kid in now? "

Oliver felt his stomach knot again at the topic, but forced himself to continue. He had to do this for Lucas, it was the least he could do. " He's unresponsive for the most part. He stopped talking months ago. He eats little to nothing. To be blunt, he's broken, but I can't leave him there, I can't just let Bourne continue to hurt him. "

Several moments of silence passed before Mike looked up, his face set in grim determination, " We'll need a plan. A good one. We do this and we've got one shot, just one, to get him out of there. After this, Bourne will have his guard up, so we can't afford any mistakes. "

The others nodded and they began talking, discussing past missions and maneuvers that could be used for reference. Oliver felt a weight lift off his chest. They were going to help. With them at his side, he could get Lucas out of there, he knew it. They were the best and they were on his side. Pulling up a chair, he joined the discussion and detailing what he knew of Bourne's compound. They could do this, he just prayed that Lucas could hold on a little longer.

Lucas slowly regained consciousness. His head hurt. His body hurt. Every part of him felt like he had been to hell and back. It hurt when he moved, it hurt when he didn't move and every time the pain washed over him it reminded of what that thing had done. God, how he wanted to forget the second phase of that device Alex had used on him. He'd known the man was insane, but that had been... he couldn't even begin to find the words to describe it, didn't want to.

The door opened and Lucas bit back a groan as the man that had destroyed him walked in. Again. Inside, there was a part of him screaming, ' What does he want this time? Can't he just forget that I'm here, even for a day? ' Outwardly, he lay perfectly still on the bed, his face a mask of indifference. Bourne stared down at him for a moment, before sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out a hand to stroke Lucas's head slowly in a parody of affection.

" So, you've finally woken up, Pretty One. I was beginning to fear you'd sleep the entire day away and I so wanted to enjoy you. " The petting continued and Lucas tried to concentrate on what Bourne was saying instead of the nauseating feel of the man's touch. " I hope that the punishment you received last night was enough to make you understand that I will not tolerate you getting out of line. "

He knew that tone and no matter how soft and loving the hand on his head was, he knew what that tone meant. Lucas closed his eyes, hoping, no matter how fruitless it was, that Alex would leave him alone. He was just so tired and he hurt so much and he didn't think he could handle it if Bourne wanted to use his body again.

Bourne stopped stroking his head and stood up. Lucas felt dread building in his stomach. " Last night before the Gala, you showed rebellion. I know that I've already punished you for it, but you've always responded quite well to your other punishments and I do feel that this is a lesson I need to make stick. Come in, men. "

Lucas watched the guards filing into the room, the dread making it more and more difficult to breathe with every pair of feet that crossed the threshold into his room. He knew this punishment, Bourne had used it on him many times, but always with three or four guards, never this many. His captor watched his face with amusement and when all of the guards were in the room, he turned to address them. Twenty, there were twenty of them.

" You can have your fun, but remember, don't kill him, or I'll be very cross with you. "

' Cross ' with Alex was a death sentence, but as Bourne left the room and the men began to undress, Lucas got the feeling that they didn't really care. Every set of eyes was on him and he could read the lust there. This was going to be bad. Could he even survive twenty? After what Bourne had done to him last night, he wasn't sure.

One of the men stepped forward and grabbed his arm, dragging him off the bed and onto the floor in front of him. If there was one thing Lucas had learned, it was not to fight, and he let his limbs go limp as he was manhandled into position. His arms were drawn over his head and held into place. His legs were pulled apart so wide that it hurt. He sized up the man who knelt between his thighs, he was large and thick and huge. Lucas closed his eyes as man laid on top of his body and the pain of entry seared through him. God, he was bigger than Bourne! His head felt light with the agony of it and he hoped that he might lose consciousness from it. Somehow, he didn't think that was going to happen.

TBC