Special Ops

"The time is 1530"

Ama sighed and stretched, feeling that delectable ache that announced that her body had been thoroughly used. She reluctantly pulled herself off of her man and stumbled into the shower. She let the water flow over her naked body, relaxing into the spray. Wait, since when was water used in the showers? As she pondered that, his thick length entered her from behind.

"I don't like waking up alone, Bliss."

"I have… I have to… I have to get to work," she whimpered.

"How are you going to make it up to me, Bliss? The bed was cold when I woke up." He thrust hard into her, reveling in her broken gasp of pleasure.

"I… I… "

"You," he whispered in her ear. Thrusting hard and fast, he gave her a hard orgasm, ignoring her whimpers that she had to get to work. He let her go after fifteen minutes, knowing that she didn't want to be late for her first shift back. But he wanted her so badly! Groaning with frustration, he dried himself off and dressed quickly.

The two made it to Sick Bay with only five minutes to spare. "Please, come in," Dr. Bashir said. "I was on my way to Quarks. Your father has been playing darts like it'll save his life. You know, you've really got his knickers in a twist."

"It's not my fault! Daddy won't give Tyr a chance and he's mad at me because I will. I'm not going to be a slave to his suspicion and doubt."

"It sounds like everybody is trying to make you a slave lately"

"Yeah. It sucks," the girl pouted. "I just want to be left alone. Why can't people understand that I'm happy with the way things are and I don't want to be anywhere else right now?"

"Well maybe this'll cheer you up," Julian smiled brightly "As a kid, did you ever dream of being Special Ops?"

"Never," Ama gasped. "I always knew I wasn't cut out for it."

"Cut out for traveling the galaxy? Tracking spies, busting bad guys? Special Ops are the best and brightest. They take on any threat, no matter the odds, and arise triumphantly."

"Still the fawning schoolboy, I see," Ama grinned, looking over her notes for the next shift. "Why are we talking about Special Ops anyway?"

"Oh, didn't you know? They're here," Bashir said. "Honestly, I thought you were late because you were gawking at them in awe."

"Not even close," she said. "I wonder why they're here?"

"Why do you think? They're probably coming to recruit you into their ranks. I wouldn't be surprised if-"

"You really think so," she said in a panic. "I can't join Special Ops, they're too rowdy and violent!"

"Like those Klingons last night?" Julian asked.

"Exactly! You saw how badly I handled that bunch! And they were only here for a knife wound. You expect me to join up with trained killers?"

"They're not 'trained killers'. They're… They're noble warriors. Whatever they want, I'm sure it's for the betterment of the Federation."

"We'll take it from here, Doctor," a man said behind them. The three turned to see two members of Special Ops standing in the doorway. "I'm Special Agent Hodski, this is Special Agent Hutch, Doctor Wachinski. I believe it would be in everyone's best interest if you came with us back to Earth. You're not safe here."

"I'm-I'm happy here. I want to stay here."

"Doctor Wachinski. Marsha. This is a warzone. How can we be expected to protect you here? The Dominion or the Cardassians will have you and your powers. We can't allow that. Good men and women will sacrifice their lives to keep you safe. Do you really want that?"

"I want to be left alone. I'm not that special."

"'Not that special'?" Agent Hutch smiled. "Dear lady, you heal wounds with your happiness, your music. Think of all the good you can do back at home?"

"Earth isn't my home," the girl said angrily. "I grew up on Sabra 6. Are you going to storm that awful place and free all those helpless women and children? That seems like a task worthy of Special Ops."

"And believe me, we would. But you're the task of the day. First, we get you to Earth Headquarters, then we'll see about getting orders to clear out Sabra 6."

"You would do that?"

"Anything to keep a smile on that face," Agent Hodski said charmingly. "Our orders are to escort you back to Earth by any means necessary."

"But I don't want to go to Earth. I'm happy here. I glow here, where my family is. I don't want to leave them. I fought to save them on the Enterprise. This is where I want to-"

"Listen, little girl," Hutch said, all charm gone with his impatience. "We're not here to argue with you. Starfleet wants you on Earth, you'll go to Earth. Whether you're conscious or unconscious when you get there is the only choice you have. Maybe I'll find out just how much you learned while on Sabra 6," he put in nastily while reaching out to touch her.

She backed away, shaking. "I'm n-not going with you," she stuttered weakly.

"That's enough," Bashir put in. "That kind of talk is uncalled for! You say that you want her happiness and cooperation, insulting her won't get you-"

"Stay out of this, you genetically engineered freak! This doesn't concern you." Hutch grabbed the doctor by the arm and twisted it viciously. Before the doctor could retaliate, he was free and Tyr was between the two.

"Why are you here, upsetting my woman?" Tyr said quietly. All the occupants of the station shivered as the Nietzschean Berserker unleashed a sliver of his power on the two interlopers. "Amara is happy here. Her power only works with her happiness. Nothing at Starfleet headquarters will make her happy. Therefore you have no reason to be here. Return to your masters and tell them- Tell them to check their facts with their spies before they issue so rude an invitation to my wife again."

Neither of the officers could withstand his power. "This isn't over, stranger," Hutch said angrily. They left for their rooms, Ama-less.

"Are you alright, Bliss?" Tyr asked his woman gently. She was shaking from the encounter but nodded bravely. He looked at her face and smirked at her lovingly. Then he folded her into his arms and cuddled her until she stopped quaking.

"That's not the Special Ops I grew up hearing about," Julian said indignantly, rubbing his arm.

"Computer put me through to the director of Starfleet Operations on Earth," Amara said furiously.

"What are you going to do, Ama?" the doctor asked anxiously.

"Tenure my resignation," she said, still shaking with fury and indignation.

"Wait," Bashir said. "I know you're upset right now, but that's no reason to end your career with Starfleet altogether."

"It is if it means my freedom," she said shakily. "I won't be forced to-"

"Amara, you don't have to deal with all this drama. I could take you away to a place where sentients know how to treat Khaleesi," Tyr told her earnestly. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want to."

Ama looked him over, seriously considering it until the screen beeped, signaling that she'd gotten through to the High Command.

"Doctor Wachinski, how can I-"

"I resign. Officially. Immediately. I will not go back to Earth, especially with those pigs you sicced on me from Special Ops. One of them threatened to rape me, did you know that?"

"I'm sure that's just a misunderstanding. If you'll just-"

"Did you not hear me? I'm not going to be a slave to Starfleet or Bajor or Cardassia or anyone else for that matter."

"Doctor Wachinski, please understand. You have an extraordinary power. It has to be protected at all costs. Now, maybe Special Ops was not the right choice of an escort, but it would really be best if you came away from the battle lines and-"

"And leave my family?" the girl protested. "Never. They're here. I'm here."

"Would you really give up your commission just to spite me? You are a talented doctor. So young and yet you haven't lost a single patient despite dealing with some of the most complex cases in Starfleet. Don't throw it all away now, Marsha. Come back to Earth. We can protect you properly there."

"I will not return to Earth to be poked and prodded and questioned again. My place is here, so you can call off your dogs and leave me be."

"Admiral," Commander Sisko rushed into Sick Bay. "I will not have you harassing my officers! Special Ops has no place here, the young doctor isn't a criminal!"

"Relax, Commander. We only wanted to ensure-"

"To ensure that the doctor doesn't want to sing for us? You are never going to understand how she does what she does; no amount of scientific inquiry will reveal her secrets. The fact is, she has a gift, she has become a strategic asset for our sector, and she is happy here. Recall your soldiers and leave her alone. Your continued efforts to enslave her will only lose you an ally and cost you her unique talent. Bajor tried to cage her and they have already lost her goodwill. Do you want to lose her goodwill too?"

The Admiral looked at both the commander and the doctor before making a decision. "Alright, Commander. We'll try it your way. For now. I will recall Special Ops and she can stay. But at the first sign of trouble-"

"Her protector will see to her survival. Good day, Admiral."

"Good day- did you say, protector?" The screen went blank abruptly.

"Doctor, I would appreciate it if the next time you speak to High Command, you inform me first. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,"

"Very well. Continue your shift, doctor."

"Yes sir," she said happily, a soft glow surrounding her at his kindness. Tyr watched the whole ordeal carefully but had decided to stay out of it for now. She was happy and that was all that mattered. He would have to look into those Special Ops men. Anyone who could treat a helpless woman so cruelly would not likely be able to follow orders to back off.

He was right. It happened at the end of the ten-hour shift. Agents Hutch and Hodski strolled into the Sick Bay as if they owned the place. Ama was happily glowing while working on one of her neglected experiments. She didn't seem to care that her magic had already invalidated the experiment altogether. The two smiled and watched her relaxed state, then decided to take her. They'd received orders to abort their mission, but Special Ops never failed.

"Time to go, Doctor," Hodski said sweetly, not seeing the stranger from before. "We can have you home in a few weeks if we leave now."

The light around her went out like a cord had been pulled. "Admiral Yiffty called off your mission. He said that I could stay."

"Special Ops doesn't fail," the man said firmly. "Our orders were to bring you in and that's exactly what we are going to do."

"I don't want to go," she said desperately. "Your mission is over according to Starfleet. It's not a failure, it's just not a mission anymore. Leave me alone."

"'Leave me alone', " Hutch said nastily. "Is that what they taught you on Sabra 6?" He grinned evilly at her look of panic.

"What I learned there is no concern of yours. I was a child-"

"And now you're not," Hutch smiled, flexing his muscles through his uniform. "You and I are going to have some fun on the trip back to Earth."

"Are all Special Ops so rapey?" she asked weakly. "You can ask Lieutenant Graham why it isn't a good idea to try to rape me."

"You can't rape the willing," the man quoted with a laugh. "Come here, little one. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." He reached for her and frowned when she dodged.

"And you would let him hurt me like that?" the doctor asked Hodski in a panic. "You would just stand by and let him rape me, knowing my history with men?"

"It's not rape the way he does it, little girl. Hutch likes the emotionally damaged ones. Let's just get to the transport before-" his sentence cut off as if someone had slit its throat. Both officers dropped to their knees as their oxygen supply was cut off.

"You're both pigs," she said vehemently. "How many girls have you violated with that faulty logic? How many women have you killed?" When only the sounds of gurgles and choking met her ears as they stared at the ground, she became enraged. "ANSWER ME!"

"They can't," Anasazi shrugged smoothly, standing up from the corner he'd been watching the encounter from. He flexed for her, noting that just his presence was enough to stop the oxygen drain on the station. "You take their breath away when you get that angry or scared." Miles and Benjamin arrived at the Sick Bay at the same time, huffing and looking as if they'd run a marathon rather than just came from across the corridor.

"What's going on here?" O'Brien demanded between gasps.

"These two pigs just threatened to rape me while they illegally abducted me from the station!"

"Where's your proof?" Hutch asked cockily, standing up on shaky legs.

"Computer, playback of Sick Bay from 2530 to present." The two officers had played this game before, and usually, the playback would have been non-existent. But Ama wanted the playback this time, and the computer obeyed. It showed every sick thing the two had said, their acknowledgment that they were disobeying orders, and the threats against her person. When it was done, Odo had joined the group in Sick Bay and was ready to put the two in the brig. Hutch went to run, but Tyr stood in front of him and growled, causing him to shudder in fear.

"What are you?" Hutch all but wept, all his earlier bluster gone.

"I'm her protector," he said simply. "Try to escape, and I'll administer my own justice for your crimes. Khaleesi need to be treated right."

"Ka-who?" Hodski asked in confusion.

"Exactly." He watched the two officers be led away by the security team and wondered if he should take her away from all this. Back home, they would know how to treat her with respect. But where would he take her? Their home had been destroyed by the Drago-Katzov Pride when he was just a boy. If he took her there, he risked her falling right into their hands or worse. He needed intel on his people, but had no way to get it!

"Some protector you are," Miles grumbled at the Nietzschean, finally having gotten his breath back. "You were right here and yet-"

"Ama wanted to build a case against those two so they couldn't operate anymore. I saw no harm in it."

"No harm," the father roared. "This is a station full of sentients. When she cuts off the air supply, we all suffer!"

"It's the price of living with a Khaleesi," Tyr replied calmly, reaching for his woman. She came into his arms without complaint and he cuddled her close. "You people need to learn how to treat her properly, then you wouldn't have to worry about oxygen loss."

"Oh, so this is our fault now, eh? It's our fault that bad people are on the station and want to attack our little miracle?"

"Yes," he said simply. "You have a 'little miracle' onboard now. You should tighten security accordingly."

"Stop it you two," Ama ground out, still in Tyr's arms. "I'm not a 'little miracle', I'm a human being. I don't desire anything but to continue my duties on my assigned post. There's no need to 'tighten security' or anything else. I just want to be left alone."

"I know, sweetheart," O'Brien said kindly. "But the fact is you are special. Maybe it is time we treated you that way." He looked to the Commander for confirmation and was relieved when he nodded.

"Daddy! There's no need-"

"We'll start screening the incoming ships for their intentions towards Little Ama," Commander Sisko said. "From now on, I want that to be a question asked of every ship before they dock here. We're getting increased traffic to the station and I don't want any more mishaps. Oxygen is precious here after all."

"As for you, Ms. Wilks, go home. Report for your next shift on the duty roster, and I want you to be on time for your shifts, understood?"

"Yes sir," she nodded eagerly. She stretched and yawned behind her hand, but the Commander caught it.

"Pleasant dreams."

I purposely made the Special Ops officers as slimy as I could for this chapter. How did I do? Also, now that all the Starfleet officers seem to be on the same page on how to deal with the Khaleesi, let's see what happens next week. See you all then! ^_^