The video on the screen was a clever fake, but how could we prove it when my husband refused to testify that I was with him. Damn, stubborn logical Vulcan. It looked so real, granted the face of the figure striking Suneena was hard to see, but it looked enough like him, that I am sure many believed it was. But even as I watched it, I knew something was wrong.

I was seated in the back of the room, between Tlok and Jean-Luc, watching this travesty of a trial. However, the video was the last straw for me that day, I needed to get out of there, I stood up, surprising my seat mates and ran from the room. I just wanted to get back to my quarters, to immerse myself in meditation and hope that this would soon be over, that somehow, they would figure out what really happened. As I ran down the corridor, I collided with someone, I glanced up, it was one of the station security guards. He grabbed my arms and snarled, "we know you are his wife." Then in the flash of a transporter we were somewhere else, the combination of stress over the past few days and a sudden transport concluded in my throwing up on the guard holding me. He shoved me away and down the steps of the transport pad.

"Spock…" I cried out through our bond before my head hit the floor and the blackness took over.

I awoke in a room that was dimly lit and I did not recognize, I was lying on a metal bench. My head was pounding, I felt the side of my head that hit the floor, there was a large painful bump. I tried to stand up and immediately sat back down woozy and afraid I would fall. I closed my eyes and reached out for Spock, hoping I was not too far away.

"Spock?"

"Grainne,"he called back. "Where are you?"

"I don't know," I opened my eyes again, "it is dark, I recognize nothing. It was a station guard that took me."

"Yes, Tlok saw him, no one knows who he is."

"What should I do?"

"Draw strength from our bond,"he paused."We will find you."

I closed my eyes and began to draw strength as Spock requested when I heard a noise outside of the room. Soon a door slid open and a Romulan male walked in, a sneer already plastered across his face.

"So, we have Ambassador Spock's woman," he spat. "She planned everything so precisely, then Pardek helped get him off the planet and he chose a pitiful human in his time of need." He grabbed my face, turning it from side to side, "what an ugly one you are."

I kept my face neutral and dropped my mental shield. He was thinking he just wanted this to be over with, that he was disgusted at having to touch me. He was unsure what Sela was attempting now, and if her father was not a general, she would not have the position she now held. I pushed a thought into his mind that he wanted to be away from me as soon as he could and did not want to touch me. He dropped his hand and backed toward the door, then a confused look crossed his face and he walked out of the room.

"Who is Sela?"I sent a thought to Spock.

"A disagreeable Romulan."

"She is behind this."I closed my eyes, the pain in my head was building again. "Help me."

"Hold the moonstone close, you will feel me with you."

The pounding in my head continued and I tried to stay seated and still, I slipped my hand into my gown and grasped the pendant, it felt as if it was giving me strength. I was only alone for a short time when another Romulan male entered. He stood near the door, appraising me. I dropped my mental shield a bit and sensed desire, whatever he was been sent to do, he was more than willing. He advanced so I stood up, and he backed me into the corner. He grabbed my gown at the neckline, "I will send you back with a Romulan in your belly." He snarled.

As he raised his hand to touch my face, sudden anger overwhelmed the fear, I would no longer be someone's pawn. Bolstered by Spock's strength, I dropped my mental shield and pushed the suggestion of fire at him. He paused and looked at his free hand, I pushed again, he dropped the hand holding me and stared at both of his hands. I advanced and touched his face, "burn…' I whispered, again I pushed and that was when he screamed. I dropped my hands and moved back onto the bench. His scream drew two other guards to the room. They advanced on their comrade while he screamed about his hands being on fire. I kept my face serene, they barely glanced at me. Soon the three of them left the room and the door slid closed.

I noticed then that my headache was receding, and I was feeling quite strong, and scared out of my wits. Would this new manifestation last? What brought this about, perhaps fear? I was never more frightened in my life, even the fear of the unknown when my parents died never made me feel this way. Would this continue, could I accidently hurt someone I loved if I felt threatened?

I wasn't alone for long, this time a blond female Romulan walked in, followed by another male guard. Perhaps this was Sela, the one the men all thought about. I have never seen a blond Romulan, perhaps she was not all Romulan. She stood near the door for a while, apparently watching me. I sat up straighter and returned her stare. With my mental shields in place she was quiet, I decided to see if I could glean anything by 'listening'. I dropped my shielding, the first thing that hit me was hostility, she was mad at Spock, and by association me. Her plan to get a Romulan born on Vulcan to Spock was ruined by the actions of others. She was also fearful; her comrades were tired of her scheming and failing. It was getting harder and harder to ride on her father's coat tails. She needed to do something and soon. So, she decided a Romulan born to Spock's wife would have to be a start. She would figure out how to get the child back later.

I was not willing to be a participant in her scheme and needed to keep her plan from going forward. I dropped my mental shielding and pushed a thought at the Romulan guard standing behind her, "flee, the Federation is coming." He shook his head, I was getting through to him, though without touching him it was harder to do. "Signal surrender, drop the cloak," I pushed. He shook his head again and shifted toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Sela snapped at him.

The guard gave her a strange look but stopped moving. She turned back to me.

"So, what are we going to do with you?" She sneered. "Ambassador Spock's little human wife," she jeered. She moved a little closer, and the guard stepped in line with her. "Will he keep you around when you return to him carrying a Romulan bastard? Or will he send you back here?"

I stayed still, just gazing at her, drawing on the strength from my mate. I watched the anger build on her face, and felt it in her mind. She reached out and struck me across the face, splitting my lip. I gritted my teeth and refused to cry out. The anger kept building, I stayed quiet, I just needed her to touch me for longer than the few seconds it took to strike me. I pushed a thought at her to grab my arm and she did. As she grabbed for me, I pulled my arm back and she ended up clasping my wrist. That was what I needed, skin to skin contact. I pushed a thought of self-doubt, questioning her heritage, her mother's death due to her betrayal when she was small. She shook me, "I hate humans more than Vulcan's," she growled, "Or maybe it's just you." She shoved me backwards, but I could feel the self-doubt continuing to grow in her mind, I latched onto the thought and pushed again, no longer needing the physical contact. Her face reddened and she turned to the guard with her.

"Do it now, before I decide she is not worth it." She screamed at him. "Do not come from this room until it is finished."

The guard advanced as Sela left the room. I knew I needed him to touch me to unleash my full ability on him. I shrunk back against the wall, making him come closer to touch me. I could feel the waves of lust rolling from him, he was going to enjoy this, even if it killed me. I waited until he grabbed my ankle and pulled me across the bench and on my back. As his hand slid under the hem of my gown, he made full contact with the skin on my shin and I pushed. "the Federation is coming." He shook his head and recoiled; his hand stopped where it was but was still touching my skin. "Sela did this to you, the Federation is here and will kill you for your treachery," I pushed, "you must signal surrender, you must drop the cloak." I pushed harder, my nose started to bleed and still I pushed, "you must signal…"