A/N: Soo I'm back with a new fic idea which aims to explore more of an under-rated pairing because they've never met in canon. Also, I don't know how long this will last. (I didn't plan this one as I did with the other tvd fics.) It's based on the Syfy's Killjoys series. I just loved that show!

Misc notes: Dialogue between ::: _ ::: are automated vocal notifications from AI/computers

Quad Planetary System

The cruel sun beats down, one malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky as its co-conspirator with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The lizards take shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand isn't hot enough to roast them. Through the blinding grains of wind, a cloaked figure travels the deep barrens of the wasteland, trudging knee-deep into the searing sand. The air was thick and hazy, its breath tastes of salty sweat clinging against heavy layers of clothing. The figure stops, shades their eyes and peers through the makeshift scarf used as screen protection from the treacherous sandstorms. In front stands the approaching entry - an old rusted ventilation airway.

Elsewhere in the deep bowels of the compound, a scruffy-looking man spits out specks of blood, hands tied above his head to a deactivated cement filter whilst surrounded by a pair of menacing thugs carrying batons. He grins at his tormentor despite the gravity of the situation.

"You're taking this a bit personal for a hunk of metal, aren't you?"

"My boss paid 60,000 Joy for that hunk of metal. Worth more in rusted parts than you are in good order. So where's the ship?"

He waves his tied up hands helplessly. "You got the wrong guy, man. I swear. You are gonna owe me such an apology basket when we straighten this…"

One of them lands another brutal hit, causing his head to whip to the side from the force. He spits a mouthful of blood onto the cold floor. He chuckles and the thug closest to him steps forward, tapping the metal rod threateningly.

"Something amusing?"

The prisoner smirks. "Yeah. That ship? Was an H-class frigate with topline, sat link security, and yeah… I took that bitch right from under you. So ask yourself… If I'm that good, would I really be working alone? Or do I have a well-armed team, who any minute are gonna…"

The other thug scoffs, interrupting the brat's monologue. He makes a come-hither gesture out of his sightline. "Oh, you mean her?"

There's loud muffled screaming towards the side and he sees her kicking and pulling against her restraints fruitlessly. They got her good. Her knees hit the ground hard and blood drains from his face.

Shit.

He pulls against his own, remembers that he's just in deep shit as her. "Fuck," he curses under his breath. He takes a good look at her, scans for any hidden injuries but her face is devoid of pain. Just apprehension brewing on the surface. "Hey, you okay?"

She nods. "I'm good."

"We caught her sneaking around outside, trying to bribe a guard to cut you free. Some crack team."

He has to think fast. She wasn't supposed to get caught. It was supposed to be really simple. He looks up to the security camera in the corner of the room. Beneath it is a high-tech security door. He stares at it hatefully, then closes his eyes and sighs, admitting defeat. "Get your boss. I'm ready to deal."

"No one sees Kai," one guy shifts his position states uncompromisingly.

"Well, then Kai never sees his ship," he snarks as best as he could.

A door hisses open and a man with chaotic spiky hair swaggers out of the shadows and into the fore. He rests against the pillar with a face of utter nonchalance as if he was merely waiting for a bus on a spring day, apple in hand. "Well, my goodness. Ordering me about in my own compound? Must be hard getting around, with balls that big."

The prisoner shrugs and shifts uncomfortably. "There's some chafing."

"So that's it? My boys work you over for an hour and nothing, but threaten your girl and watch you fold, hmmm?

He shrugs again and admits, "I guess so."

Kai's almost smiling - smiling as if something good is about to happen. Good for him which means shit's about to go down. Badly for them both. "Nice of you to confirm you off-world trash are still a bunch of mama's boys."

He can't resist himself in replying, "I'm glad to see sadism is alive and well in the Badlands."

Kai stops in front of the brunette and then without warning, he grabs a fistful of hair, hauling her off the ground. She yelps and tries to kick him in the shins but another goon waylays her, pins her onto the table. Kai's lips stretch widely to the arrogant brat thrashing against the ropes. "We're all gentlemen here. For instance, after we give your lady here a vigorous… frisking… We'll be sure to say thank you."

"I said that I would talk!" He yells.

Kai turns to reply, "You didn't say you'd tell the truth." He spreads his arms. "Consider this motivation."

She kicks one in the groin and sends him toppling over. "Get your hands off me," she screams in panic. Kai watches his men edge slowly forward towards the feisty woman and comments offhandedly, "She's the only team you hired, son. You seriously miscalculated."

"Well… that's assuming."

He raises a brow. "Assuming what?"

"That I'm the boss. And that your ship is what we came for."

Kai's cigarette-hand pauses mid-air at those words.

As Thug#1 drops eagerly to his knees, pushing at the girl's skirts up with a lascivious grin, his face level with her waist, the front of her skirt begins to rise as though she's getting an erection right in front of his face. Thug#1 freezes in confusion. He hears a whistle and looks up at her smiling coldly, "My eyes are up here."

BOOM!

His lips curl in sheer delight when the 'erection' his accomplice was sporting, turns out to be a telescoping-barrel plasma gun rigged beneath her skirts, explodes with an electric pulse. It hits Thug#1 square in the chest, slamming him into a wall.

Everything unfolds at once.

Thug#2 tries to finish him off but he kicks him hard in the groin. He makes use of the chains, using the wall for momentum, and then delivers a brutal roundhouse kick to the taller thug's head. Thug#2 drops to the floor in less than a minute. Kai bolts to his feet and makes a run for his security door. His accomplice tears aside the tattered remains of her skirts, removing the plasma gun strapped to her inner thigh and shoots him free from his chains. He drops to a crouch on the ground and grabs the fallen thug's dropped weapon.

Just as Kai makes it to his security door, frantically entering the code, two consecutive plasma blasts blow a dent in the door, deliberately missing him by a hair. He turns back slowly to find the demure accomplice and a shirtless loud-mouth stand side by side, firearms raised in tandem.

She points the gun at him with a beaming smirk. "Get up. Malachai Parker, in the name of the R.A.C., you are Locked and Served."

Malachai swallows, raising his hands slowly in surprised surrender. "Well damn."

The duo grin, pleased with themselves. The smart-ass leans against the table, feeling a bit woozy. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices one of the thugs trying to crawl towards a gun. He shoots him in the hand before stating, "And I wasn't kidding about that fucking basket."

Prisoner Intake Facility, Westerly

They dock their ship at the landing bay at Old Westerly, the largest of Qresh's three moons and also where the lowest economic class of The Quad lived. A melodious voice speaks through the intercoms, gaining his attention as he pores over the diagnostics from their latest mission.

::: Approaching Intake. Docking procedures initiated. You're cutting it a little close on fuel, Kol. :::

"Easy, Lucy. I made it back just in time," he replies, eyes rolling up at the AI.

::: I nag because I care. :::

The duo walk down the landing ramp with Kai handcuffed in the middle as they make their way towards the gated facility. She smacks her partner's hand away from his constant rubbing.

"Stop touching it," she chides.

"Stop touching me," he scowls. He slaps her hand back, nudging her away. "Have you seen how much we make on this Warrant? I'm gonna buy out the entire bazaar when we're done here."

She smiles upon reaching the designated entrance and shoves Kai towards the front. "Watch him, I got this." She approaches the black-uniformed intake officer sitting behind a glass window, watching a video while stuffing lunch into his face. She states confidently, "Hi. Prisoner drop-off. Reclamation Warrant 2-3-0-Beta."

The officer in charge barely gives the prisoner a glance-over before looking at the screen with a bored expression. He taps the glass with a bored expression. "Just put it in the system."

She sighs and places her palm on a screen for scanning. Kol repeats the process with his own hand, and then Malachai's. The intake officer glances at his computer screen as the cumulative data pops up with the warrant; photo ID licenses for the duo under the words 'RECLAMATION AGENTS.'

::: Hands. Verified. Kath. Level 5. Verified. Kol Mikaelson. :::

"Level 3. Killjoys huh?"

She clarifies with a nod. "Reclamation Agents."

"I thought about joining the Rack. Then I realized that the real work is done by us Company guys on the ground," the officer quips.

Kath tilts her head with an exasperated sigh. "Thank you for your service."

::: Warrant verified. Transaction Logged. Prisoner: accepted. :::

She turns away and watches the gang leader gets processed into the system with a guard standing watch. Kai turns towards them and directs his voice at Kol. "Just so I'm clear… did you even take my ship?"

Kol shakes his head. "Nope."

"Just shot your mouth off to my boys until they brought you straight to me, huh?"

Kol banters, "Not so dumb after all. Your security system is top-notch but your people are shit."

The metal gates close between the two and the guard yanks Kai's metal chains, forcing the leader to walk backward. "Well, if you're ever looking for side work… Looks like I'm about to have some openings," he shouts.

Kol makes a face. "Ooh… About that, our agency… isn't real big on moonlighting for prisoners."

Kai yells, their footsteps fading away as he gets dragged deeper into the confines. "Your loss."

She nudges him playfully before heading back towards the ship. "Hey, you ready?"

Kath takes about maybe ten steps forward before realizing her partner is still rooted to the spot, staring at the screen. "Let's go. If we hurry, we can make it to Leith before nightfall. Kol? The Bazaar? New toys?"

Kol finally looks up with a blank stare, like he'd seen a ghost. He scratches the stubbles under his chin. "Actually, I'm feeling wiped. I'm gonna… I'm gonna take a few days off, and just get some… me time. You good with that?"

"Uh… okay?"

He takes off with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, and soon she finds herself wandering around Old Town, taking the familiar route to The Royale, the most popular bar where most Killjoys frequent after missions. Today seems a rather busy day where Company soldiers mill around the industrial site, alert and tense that Kath of all days can't be bothered enough to care. A couple of soldiers enter the bar, monotonously asking for identity papers from customers. The bartender, a blue-eyed blond, stunning and handsome with a flair of charm, waves them away.

She knocks back a shot and pushes the empty glass back for another round. "Six years of working together, he's never wanted some "me" time. Nah. Something's up."

With an eloquent arched brow, the blond deftly pours the brunette another shot. "Kath. You work together, live together, do everything but sleep together… and you're worried that he wants a little time apart? Bitch, how charming do you think you are?"

Kath levels an even look. "I know when Kol's lying, Blue."

He switches the topic, one eye trained on those pesky soldiers riling his regulars, and the other on Kath. "Why is the Company in such a twist?"

She shrugs. "They're doing road checks too. What's up over here?"

Static orders from one of the Company's transceivers rings out to the immense relief of all the patrons in The Royale. Unit five, report to Checkpoint Southwest Westerly. "Let's go," the lead soldier orders, and the rest file out.

Blue dispenses some tidbits onto his favorite customer slash occasional bar bouncer. "Oh, you know the usual. Miners are talking about striking again. Company is upping its presence yada yada. Why are you so worried about Kol? If he is lying, maybe he's doing it for a good reason?"

Her lips quirk slightly at his advice. "Some kind of nice surprise? Yeah… no. He's about to do something stupid."

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tbc