A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! Especially to tdsrockz from youtube who got my butt into gear to get this chapter out. Bugging me really works to get chapters out faster, especially now that winter quarter in college has started. I can justify spending my time writing, I'm English major with a concentration in Creative Writing, so technically this is homework, right?

This chapter is the start of some sensitive themes, so if that bothers you have been warned. Also, the rating may go up within the next few chapters.

Chapter Four

"Wash?" Taylor's voice came over again.

Inching over she managed to press the button down again, "Help-" was as far as she got before the back of the rover opened.

Her captor didn't look like what she'd pictured. Automatically Wash had assumed she was being held hostage by a member of the Phoenix group or the sixers, even by Lucas, but the man in front of her didn't appear to be any of her guesses. About the size of Shannon with maybe a few more muscles he was blonde and couldn't be that much older than she was.

"Oh dear," he shook his head disapprovingly at the Com sitting next to her. Trying to kick him as he took her Com she ended up hitting the side of the Rover instead. "We can't have any knights in shining armor. That just won't do." He pocketed her only link the Terra Nova,

"Hi Princess, remember me?" he said, voice sickingly sweet. "Let's get rid of these as well," he broke off her ID tags and tossed them outside. "Your dear old protector can only come this far. Now relax, we have further to go." He shut the back of the rover and a moment later they were moving.

Like she could relax. How was Taylor supposed to find her without the locator chip? And how could she make contact with him now? Struggling to sit up, she watched the tree line go by through the grate on the side of the rover, trying to get a sense of where she was. For about an hour, nothing gave her any clues. She spent the better part of that hour attempting to free herself from her restraints with no luck, the wire-like rope that was around her feet was impossible to break or loosen without the use of her hands. Seeing as her hands were in cuffs that were cutting off her circulation, they weren't going to be of much use. From inside the moving vehicle everything passed in a blur, until they slowed slightly to drive right through a herd of triceratops.

"What?" There were no triceratops herds' right near Terra Nova; they were at least forty miles from the colony. "How am I supposed to get home?" Without a weapon was there even a chance of making it all the way back on foot? Maybe, but the likelihood was slight. And that was if she could manage to escape. If she's could get away, she'd gladly face the jungle head on even if it meant getting eaten.

The herd only somewhat scattered, parting the like Red Sea to let them through. She remembered briefly that although they looked vicious, they were not an aggressive species. At the edge of the clearing the rover came to a stop. The back of the rover opened a moment later, her capture smiling at her.

"Have a nice ride? I did try to avoid as many bumps as I could, I didn't want you to be rolling around back here." From him back pocket he pulled out a hypodermic needle, pulled off the cap and gave it a few taps.

"Like hell you're sticking me with that," Wash growled, trying to back away the best she could. Twisting away as the man came at her she succeeded in little more than managing to roll onto her back. Wash kicked at him again and he grabbed her feet, holding them down as he climbed in the rover. She continued to twist around until he sat on top of her and wrapped her hair in a fist holding her head down.

There was a pinch in her arm as the needle invaded her skin. The drug took effect immediately, fogging everything in front of her eyes until her body fell back unwillingly.

Taylor found Guzman before he found Wash and before he got a word in his soldier started talking, "I received word from Shannon, you haven't found Wash yet, have you?"

"Obviously not," he all but growled, "What happened? Were you attacked?"

Guzman shook his head, "The Lieutenant had me go on to Outpost 2 to change out the chips and she stayed at 1 to get some things done. She wasn't there when I got back so I tried calling her, but there was no answer. In fact it's been difficult to reach anyone, like there's something blocking the signals. I tried to make contact with you when I couldn't find her."

"I left in a hurry, I've got Wash's locater signal to follow. I want you to go back to the colony. If you don't hear word from me in half an hour send a team out, including Shannon. You stay behind and take care of the colony. Plus, talk to Boylan about the signals, he may be able to do something."

"Yes, Sir,"

Taylor followed Wash's signal until he was right on top of it, but his lieutenant was nowhere in sight.

"Wash?" he yelled, getting off the bike to comb the area on foot. "Wash?" It was then that the saw a long black cord tangled in the greenery. Leaning down he picked up what he knew where Wash's tags.

Looking around him again frantically he shouted, "Alicia?"

Pulling out his Com he contacted Shannon, relieved that the signal went through and that Boylan was good for at least one thing.

"Did you find her?" Shannon asked, "Your signals overlap."

"I found her tags, not her. This is bad, Shannon."

"What do you need?"

"I want you, Riley, Dunham and Reynolds to meet me out at Outpost four."

"Yes, Sir over and out."

Taylor sighed, walking around to see if there were any clues, "Come on, Alicia, stay with me. I can't handle loosing you again."

Wash wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but she quickly realized that she was no longer tied up, but lying on a bed made from branches, leaves and moss inside a handmade shelter of pretty much the same materials. Her tank and jeans had been replaced with a dark green sundress and her feet were bare. Cringing at the uncomfortable thought of that man undressing and touching her, she sung her legs over the side of the crude bed and lifted herself up.

Outside, were several more roughly made structures. All imprisoned, partly by a high rock wall that she had no chance of climbing, and partly by an eight foot tall chain link fence with a foot and a half of bare wire on top. Her abduction had been planned.

A warm gust of wind sent her hair in all directions, the pony tail Nathaniel had put up long gone.

Nathaniel. A heavy sinking feeling filled her stomach at the possibility of never seeing him again. Guzman's words made her wonder what Nathaniel would do.

The look on his face when he told us that you had been killed, that is not a look I want to see again. It's the look a man gets when he's lost the woman he loves.

"I'll make it back to you, I promise," she whispered, as if the wind could carry her words outside the cage.

"Now don't start making promises you can't keep."

Alicia spun around; the man was standing in the door way of another one of the huts.

"Who are you?" she finally asked.

He smiled, what she was assuming was supposed to be charming, but came out creepy. "Don't you remember me, Princess? I know we haven't see each other since we were teenagers, but I didn't think I changed that much.

"I don't tend to dwell on my past," she said coolly, forcing the buried horrors to stay buried.

"It's me, Chris, Thomas' son," he said, the smiled fading and a cruel smirk took its place. "Now him, I'm sure you remember. Your dad invited him over sometimes after your mom took Ayani with her after the divorce when you were twelve. He was always board, wasn't he? Needed entertainment and you were there."

Her heart stopped, "How do you know that?"

"Oh, I know a lot of things. I've seen a lot of things that went on in your house; you just didn't know I was there."

For the first time in a long time, her emotions got the best of her and she shut her eyes as memories flooded back into place. After all those years of telling herself that it hadn't been her fault she felt like a teenager again under her father's hateful eye. Composing herself she looked back at Chris who was still grinning at her.

"Now," he said, "Let me tell you what you're going to do."