Q was being dragged back to the holding cells, his nose bleeding as they took down the forcefield and tossed him back inside. Torres rushed to his side trying to help him up but as soon as she touched him Q was crying out in pain. "I'm sorry." Torres pulled her hands back. "Did Voyager get away? Have they captured anymore of the crew?"

Q remained laying on the ground putting a hand on his chest as he caught his breath. "I think everyone else got out alright, they can't seem to find Voyager." Q sat back up looking around the cell. "Where's Kathy?" He looked a little panicked now.

"I'm here." The voice came from behind him. Turning to look at the other side of the walkway he could see her leaning against the side of her cell.

"What are you doing over there?" Q asked trying to get back on his face.

"They felt it was a little too risky keeping me in there with you." As the captain and their leader she was a risk. She could organize an escape and possed the greatest danger to them, even alone.

"Afraid we'll make more unclean mutts?" Q joked and wiggled one of his brows as he looked up at Kathy. "I wouldn't, not in front of the kid." He motioned towards Torres. 'Although..."

"Thanks." Torres spat the words out trying to end his conversation. "Now can we talk about how we are getting out of here?" She looked back at the captain on the other side of the hall.

"We can't shut down these force fields from inside the cells. Maybe we should wait for them to come and interrogate one of us. Rush them when they lower the force field, take their weapons, of course that leaves us with one problem." Q rambled on still trying to get off the floor. "Where the hell Amelia went."

"You can hardly stand up Q, if you intend to rush anyone we won't be getting very far." Janeway added leaning against the wall of her cell. She was well aware of the fact Amelia had just transported herself out of harms way. In a perfect world the baby put herself safely back on Voyager. At least that was what she had to tell herself until they got out of here. "The best we can hope for is a rescue." Q didn't like her answer, he wanted to get up and do something, then again getting up wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Well I for one Kathy think we need to get out of here before they try taking Torres to that, facility, whatever it is. We have twenty four hours until she is relocated. We might be able to use the opportunity where they come to grab you and use it against them. A strong half Klingon like yourself can overpower a few of the guards and I can help." Using the wall Q stood up only to let out a cry and fall back to the ground again. Janeway moving up against the force field of her cell as Torres ran to his side.

"I'm not a medical doctor but it appears your leg is broken." Torres commented as Q silently screamed to himself. If he acted any more 'weak' than he already had Janeway was going to lose her faith in him.

"You think?" Q yelled back slapping his hands over his right lower leg. "I can still distract the guards while you take them out Torres." He insisted trying to slid himself over to the beds in the corner. At the end of the hall they could hear the doors open into the holding facility. Q's attention jumped back into the hallway as footsteps crept closer making him wonder if they were coming to take Torres now. If anything happened to that woman Tom would never forgive him, broken leg or not he was going to fight them off. The footsteps grew closer and closer until they stopped between the two cells, the guard standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes shifting over the inhabitants. He was ready to spring his trap and defend Torres if it came down to it. The guards attention shifted back to the other cell, a sense of helplessness coming over Q.

"She's next." The guard ordered his men as they took the force field down on Janeway's cell.

"No, leave her alone." Q drug himself back to the front of their cell and forced himself to stand, his hands bashing into the force field and nearly throwing him clean off to the back of his cell. "You leave her alone." He collapsed to his knees again as they grabbed Janeway and started walking her down the hall. "If you hurt her, I'll..." He paused, every time. If only he had his powers, if only. Unfortunately he didn't, he had to find a new solution to this problem. The door closed behind the men after they vanished out from the hall, Q's eyes fixed on where they had taken Janeway. "I'm going to kill them, somehow."

They continued to walk Janeway through the facility towards the room they had taken Q to before, where they had beaten him for information. She knew the inevitable was coming, she would have to endure through it and say nothing. She would have been lying to herself if she thought she wasn't afraid, truth was you were always afraid in these situations but you pushed through them all the same. Walking her up to a T shaped restraint they stepped her up onto a platform and locked her wrists into clamps on either outstretch at the top of the T. A man standing over by a table covered in a nice little collection of instruments more than likely to be used on her. The man near the table snapped on black gloves, his long black jacket sweeping low to the floor like some sort of mad scientist. "Inquisitor Cal, we have the captain of Voyager." One of the guards announced.

The Inquisitor looked up at Janeway with dark eyes and a bright smile. "Good, good, you may leave us now. I shall tell you when I am done here." He grabbed something that resembled an old world scalpel off the table and walked over to Janeway looking rather excited to meet her. "Chancellor Elozer asked me to be easy on you." The Inquisitor smiled. "I think he likes you." He played with the blade in his hand turning it around and admiring the way it sparkled in the dim lighting.

"I thought inter species relationships were frowned upon on this planet." She snapped back.

"Not relationships, just cross breeding. Many females of various races have been sterilized in the past to accommodate relationships outside her species. Some males as well. It is a safety precaution taken to avoid the creation of unstable hybrids as your little offspring has proven. Hybrids are very dangerous, unpredictable, they tend to be mentally unstable, trapped between the mindset of two species. They don't belong anywhere in this world, outcasts of society. They can never belong, just as your offspring can never belong."

"She gets along just fine. On my world we have many hybrids, we have never had more trouble with than than any other citizens. They embrace both their cultures, they add new outlooks to our society, are open to embrace more possibilities because of it and are often times living proof of how much we are all alike no matter what planet we were born on." Janeway argued.

"Hybrids erase the distinctiveness of a species. Is that what you would want in the world? For your race to be replaced by mixed blood filth? Your species extinct generations from now because you lost your individuality? There is more than one way to concur a species, you can murder them, you can kill them off OR a simpler tactic you can breed them out." It seemed he had a perfect counter argument, no one liked the idea of their species completely vanishing but that never really seemed like a great risk. In fact she knew many 'hybrids' who united two species. Brought them together under a single understanding. Sometimes hybrids were known for being bringers of peace, she knew Amelia was.

"You think all hybrids are evil horrible people but that is not true. They can be a link, a common ground to unite two species, bring peace out of war, understanding out of mistrust. In my worlds history we have many great people who were born from parents of separate species. Even my own daughter was born to bring peace. Her existence brought about the end of a war that cause a threat to every living creature in this galaxy."

"And her existence can cause even greater harm." He paused. "I spoke with the one called Q, he had many interesting things to say about his kind. The Q, god like beings with almost unlimited power. Such power breed into a race like your own, even my own can prove highly lethal. You never considered that for a moment when deciding such a risky union? If anything your foolish mistake has proven further why species should not mix bloodlines. You may have damned every race with your poor choice Captain but I intend to correct it. Ordinarily we allow hybrids to live out their life away from the rest of society. They are sterilized and put to work in colonies but unfortunately your child is far too dangerous. Our only option will of course be termination but do not worry. It will be as humane as possible."

Janeway fought against her restraints as she leaned closer to him. "Humane? What you are doing is inhumane. There is nothing humane about what you have been doing here, what you have done with my crew members, what you have done to me. What makes you think you can ever get to Amelia?"

He smiled and pressed the blade against her throat, almost tempted to slit it. After all the captains folly had put his people, HIS species at risk. Why not end her life? It was simple, though she committed a crime, committed heresy he still needed her alive. "Your little ship, Voyager may have escaped us but I can grantee you this. Your abomination has not. Your." He paused pulling the knife away from her again. "Fiance said you could not capture nor restrain a Q. It is clear as your offspring has proven elusive but I learned something hunting great stags with my father as a boy. The adults meat is too tough to eat but the fawns prove to be much better. With their finer soft pelt and tender flesh they are ideal for hunting but are shown very young to stay hidden. They are very obedient to their mothers, laying low where she leaves them in the brush, never moving or blinking and yet at the same time they are very attached to her. An obedient young fawn will never breath without her command so we invented a new way to flush them out. We used their loyalty to their mothers, their love and attachment to her. We would bring down a doe but not kill her. To kill the doe would mean the fawn would stay hidden, we would never capture it. Instead we used her to draw the fawn out. We made her scream, we made her cry, and when the fawn became so full of fear and concern it followed another instinct. It left the brush to come by her side, perhaps out of a primal need to be near her, to survive or perhaps it was a drive to try and help her. Quickly the fawn would leap from the brush and bound towards its safety, it's mother and before it could react we would take it down."

"That's barbaric."

"It may be but I have found it works in more than just animals." The blade got uncomfortably close to her throat again. "Now the only trick is to get my doe to scream. Can you scream Captain Janeway?" Her eyes widened a little realizing what he was going to try and do to draw Amelia out. "I know I promised the Chancellor I wouldn't harm you too badly but I'll do whatever it takes to accomplish my job."

Q leaned against the wall as he tried to think of ways to get them out of the cell. "We need to get to her as soon as possible. I already met the Inquisitor. He's a persistent fellow and if he doesn't like your answers well...lets just say he is very good at making a person honest." Q hobbled over to Torres before taking a quick break. "Trust me, I kept my mouth shut until the end."

"What did he ask you about?" Torres looked at his leg again. She couldn't do anything for him but it made her feel somewhat useful just taking a look at it.

"You know, the usual. Where is Voyager, do we have anymore hybrid crew members, if so who they are, how your performance is on the ship, what your personality is like, what Amelia is capable of, why as a human I have a hybrid child, what the Q are like. They were very curious about the Q." He leaned forward a little catching his breath. "Don't worry, when they asked me about you I told them you are one of the most pleasant people to work with. I figured it was best not to feed into their stereotype of all 'hybrids' being evil abominations though when I told them about myself before my mortality and about Amelia they seemed very, concerned."

"What did they say about it?"

"Oh you know." Sitting down on one of the beds he propped his wounded leg up trying to regain some feeling in it without that bone splitting pain. "Your typical evil monologue. How I was careless in creating something so dangerous and unpredictable, how I have endangered the crew of Voyager. I reminded them if I had a full blooded Q child the universe would be in greater risk than one who was part human. I don't think they were buying it."

"Lets just hope the captain is able to reason with them."

Q shook his head giving Torres a grim glance. "No, I know that man. I got to know him, intimately, more than I would like to. It's hard not to get to know someone as they inject a deadly toxin into your veins that makes all your nerves hyper sensitive. Like being on fire...I just hope Kathryn can last longer than I did because even when you pass out he will just give you something that forces you to stay awake and 'enjoy the full experience'. Q laid back again curling up partially.

"I'm sorry Q." Torres was going to pat him but refrained after hearing what he had gone through. "But it was brave of you to keep quiet even after all that."

"I don't care about what I went through. I just don't want Kathryn to go through it."

The Inquisitor walked over looking rather intoxicated by his joy. A few well placed cuts along the captains body and she was still holding on, even after he had rubbed a mild acid into those wounds. Not enough to melt away flesh but enough to get carried a short distance through her blood and burn her. She just clenched her jaw and glared at him, not even uttering a peep. Waving his hand around with the needle in his grip he laughed at her. "You have an iron clad will Captain Janeway, I admire that in you." Stabbing the needle through her neck he injected her quickly and took a step back so he could admire his handiwork. "I have injected you with a toxin collected from a local species of reptile. It overstimulates your nerves sending false messages to your brain. It feels so I have been told like having your entire body catch fire. It may take a moment but once it starts to set in fighting it is nearly impossible."

She stood there for a moment feeling nothing at all aside from a small tingle. It took a minute until it hit her nearly taking her breath away in the worst way possible. Showing the strain of discomfort she fought against it as the pain boiled over into an unbearable level. Janeway moved forward pulling at her restraints, her head dropping down as she held in a cry of pain but it only got worse the more time went by. She couldn't let him see her in agony and she couldn't cry out. He was going to use her to kill Amelia, she would rather die than be the cause of her daughters death for the second time. She had watched Amelia die once before, never again. "Most impressive Captain Janeway, no one has ever resisted this long. You have almost brought me to tears or at least you would if you were not impeding my progress." He paused delivering a swift and powerful blow to her side with his fist. The captains body buckling under the force and she let out a cry. "That's more like it. Remember captain I do not wish to break you. This brings me no joy." It was almost as though he had a hint of pity in his voice while he delivered another blow to her kidneys. "On second thought, perhaps I get a little joy from it."

Kathryn stood back up, her body shaking as she fought against the pain, tears rolling down her face but she clenched her jaw and hung her head. Grabbing her by the hair he forced her to look at him but the look he had gotten wasn't the look he had expected. Rather than fear Kathryn glared at him. "You could make this easier on yourself Captain. You can make the pain stop if you just bring Amelia to me." She continued to glare at him though her eye contact broke. Closing her eyes she cringed again almost hyperventilating as the pain got worse. "Stop fighting me Kathryn, I really don't want to hurt you anymore."

"Cal." Kathryn could hardly speak but she proved her resilience. "Go to hell."

"You won't make this easy for me will you." He pressed his fingers into his forehead as though watching her resist was causing him pain. "It's time to give you a little extra special treatment in that case."