Chapter 29 See her home safely. those who do not know, their history PART ii

As Jim stepped through the door behind the lady Amanda. Mr. M bringing up the rear. He can see nothing but gray hallway. No windows. Identical doors at matching intervals, he didn't pay as much attention on his way there as he probably should have . He was too busy pondering possible reasons for his relocation and what it meant. A sound brought his head around. Bringing his gaze to Mr. M's who was just behind him as if he was going to turn and run back into the room. Mr. M made an impatient motion for him to move forward. So, he had no choice but to comply. However, just as the door started closing, he got a glimpse of a forlorn look on a green face. Riley's eyes surprisingly showed nothing. They were just your average solid black of a Betaziod. Strangely void of emotion for a Betaziod, especially given the situation. In the last few seconds, he was able to narrow in on the noise that drew his attention to realize that Tiggy had managed to turn over and was shaking his head, though it looked like it caused him pain. His eyes were so haunted.

Refusing to give the goon the satisfaction of watching a moment or reporting back some weakness witnessed. He simply, plastered his signature cocky grin on his face. His only concession was a very slight flick of an eyelid. At Tiggy, hoping he would catch on to the meaning.

Locking eyes with the Orion girl for a split second. She nodded minutely. He could only hope she understood that he was asking her to look after Tiggy. Then squaring his shoulders turning around he sees that the Lady is probably about 10 steps ahead of him. Looking back, sadly, that will not do.

Jim walked up next to the Lady Amanda and gave her a smile. She looks at Jim with sadness and fear and anxiety in her eyes. He knows that's not going to do; because if her face looks like that when they get to the clinic. The well-meaning intern may cause trouble that none of them need. After all he just managed by the skin of his teeth to bluff his way into getting Lady Amanda released.

Also, while what he said about the interns' connections may be true. If he asked too many of the wrong or, depending, on how you look at it right questions. They may decide to get rid of them and take their chances. If your captor had not had some sort of stalker obsession with the Lady Amanda in the first place. None of it would've worked.

There's quite a few things that he needed to speak with her about but not in front of the flunky that's going to go report everything he sees or hears. He's not even sure that they're not being monitored with audiovisual cameras or something. Then suddenly it hits him what he can do. Tweedledum probably won't catch on. He walks up next to the Lady Amanda turning his arm over and offering his wrist as he had been told by Tiggy families did in greeting to share thoughts and catch up. He watched as a slightly confused look crossed Lady Amanda's face but then she tentatively placed her first two fingers over his wrist. He's not sure if this is going to work. That crazy Doctor Phlox told him that if he concentrated, he ought to be able to send thoughts to even psi-null people. Here goes nothing, taking a deep breath. He has no clue where to even begin some sort of communication like this, but all he can think of is how much he needs to explain to Lady Amanda. How important is she go along with the plan. So, he focuses all his thoughts on his need to speak to her. And what he has to explain .

[Lady Amanda, my lady, can you hear me.]

He didn't really expect that to work, so he was extremely surprised when he felt her jerk. She is a reasonably intelligent woman. So, she worked out that he was trying to be secretive and only slightly stumbled. Mr. M gave her and him a rather irritated look.

"Oh, my dear, so sorry. I am rather clumsy at the moment."

Mr. M's eyes were focused solely on her face. She tapped Kirk's wrists unobtrusively. And he heard a very faint broken reply.

[I… ca…ar…Lo…-

Kirk understood that she could hear him. But he could not hear her very well. He figured it was probably because he didn't actually know what he was doing. Or maybe the fact that she was human and therefore supposedly psi-null.

Conscious of their observer, he tapped her wrist and what he hopes a comforting gesture. Allowed he said, "don't worry Ms. Grayson you'll be home soon. I'm sure you don't have to worry your husbands an ambassador, right? I hear they are pretty busy so he probably hasn't had a chance to realize that you're gone so you should be okay don't worry."

In his mind to the lady Amanda, he said.

[I beg thee forgiveness for this intrusion. My lady, I am new at this. It's part of what's going on here. One of their experiments.—

Kirk changes there hand placement to a more human gesture of taking her hand in his. In order to stop her from making any outward sign of their conversation.

[My lady, I must ask you to be careful do not allow our shadow to think Anything's amiss. As far as they know this particular little experiment hasn't really worked on me. I would like to keep it that way. Something tells me if they knew different, well let's just say as long as I'm at this place I think there might be a chance to escape anyway. This mental conversation is very taxing, so I beg that you listen . When we get to the clinic do not allow the intern to know anything is amiss—

Kirk feels her, reluctance, anger, shame, hesitance.

[No, no, it's not your fault, I wish I could hear you. Look, it's better that you're away from here.]

Her eyes flash. He can see a muscle in her jaw working. All the while he's rambling on about how he's gonna miss her because he likes school and being in her class was different but that didn't much matter now since he was at this place. There probably wouldn't be any school, so it's best that she returns to her family, so she doesn't get in trouble; and so on and so forth. His step falters when he suddenly hears a voice in his head again but this time just a little bit clearer.

[James this is so wrong. You expect me to allow you to sell yourself to that monster? For my freedom? I can't. You are just a boy. ]

[Oh, Lady Amanda, I haven't actually been a boy in the way you mean, since my brother Sam ran away, and I had to take over his "chores".] Feeling her confusion. He clarified. [Let's just say unfortunately, this is nothing new. At least here, if I have to do it. It's for a good cause something of my choosing. Instead of my stepfather beating the shit out of me until I can't fight back anymore. Then when I'm to week, to protest. or in some cases gagged. letting people, he knows take turns using me anyway they want. Part of me knows it's pointless to fight, I do though every time. Even though I know his sick ass probably gets off on it. At least this way I'll be keeping you safe and giving you a chance to get us help. As well as getting you back to where you can protect your Spock, our Spock. As soon as possible. I would have to play the whore either way. This—

Kirk had been so intent on his mental conversation with the Lady Amanda plus keeping up small rambling to amuse Mr. M he failed to notice. When she started trembling or the loss of color in her face. Until she slumped against him, and he was forced to wrap an arm around her waist. To steady her at this point. Though she made a noise. Then her entire body weight fell against him. Her head lolling on his shoulder.

"What the Fuck? Quit Fucking around." Mr. M barked.

"Um, hello. She passed out probably due to lack of I don't know food. Maybe the Stress of being held captive?" Kirk said. Sarcastically. "Now listen here. I'm not putting up with any stupid shit wake her the Fuck up!" Mr. M yelled.

Kirk rolled his eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ. He really did pick the bottom of the barrel for you, didn't he? Does it look like I have fucking smelling salt in my pocket? Or some fucking Hypo or something. No! So why don't you be a good little fucking flunky and go find some water, a hypo stimulant or better yet, I don't know a fucking Doctor?"

Mr. M shook his head. "I may not be like one of the genius types around here, but I'm not stupid enough to leave you alone unguarded. There's a reason why Mr. K had you locked up with the abomination."

With that he proceeded to reach toward Lady Amanda, but Kirk blocked the movement with his body. Meeting Mr. M's eyes. "Tell me, Mr. M did your village ever find somebody to replace its idiot?" At this Kirk did notice the slight twitch in the body that he was holding up, letting him know that Lady Amanda wasn't as unconscious as she was pretending to be. However, he wasn't about to tell Mr. M that. Bringing his focus back to Mr. M

He noticed the wrinkle on his four head getting deeper. "Nevermind, I don't think they could find another one near as good. Brings me back to the point. Remember, you're not allowed to touch the Lady unless the boss man says so. Now seeing's how I'm a genius but I haven't yet to get my medical degree and I'm not sure what's wrong, and, and I don't think a medical degree is in your will house either.

"No, I'm in security." Mr. M says, rather seriously.

Again, the body of the Lady Amanda twitched.

"Yes, well obviously. As I was saying, I don't think we should move the lady Amanda I know your boss wouldn't be very happy if she was to become permanently damaged or more damage than she already is if we moved her. You heard my conversation with your boss. I have no intention of abandoning the lady Amanda. Nor would I make it very far. Dragging an unconscious lady Amanda anywhere with me. So that precludes me running off. However, if it would make you feel more secure. Why don't you make use of one of those rooms in this hallway. Surely one of them has been empty, you could put us in there and lock the door. Then run along get some water or Doctor or something. Moving her a few feet to one of the doors would be preferable to moving her however far we have to go. I'm thinking is a considerable distance considering what's going on back where we came from. Wouldn't want people to close to accidentally happen upon something like that."

He watches Mr. M try to puzzle it out. After about 30 seconds and it looking like there may be smoke actually coming from Mr. M's ears. Kirk decides he'll try to be a little more helpful. Look you heard my conversation with the boss man. You know the arrangement I made for The Lady Amanda you know that I was ready to take you and your partner on to protect the Lady Amanda in no way would I want the Lady Amanda harmed so just lock us in one of these rooms and go get some help for her. Since we don't know what's wrong with her. The longer she's like this the more. The more dangerous it could be. You already know, it's different when it comes to the lady Amanda and your boss, I saw the look on your face. What do you think will happen if you let something happen to her on your watch, because you hesitated . Kirk keeps his expression just a little curious, anxious and his version of innocently open and helpful. He watches and is internally amazed. As Mr. M's eyes go from annoyed and suspiciously angry. To something softer and more concerned yet still cautious. It was rather strange; Kirk would not figure it out until a long time later. He didn't have time to dwell on that right now he was just thankful when the local Mensa reject, I mean Mr. M walked over to one of the near doors. He opened the door, passing what looked like an old-fashioned ID badge. That gave Kirk ideas for escaping that was provided that he could figure out what was wrong with Tiggy and fix it because there was no way he was leaving Tiggy here. Mr. M then proceeded to look in the room. Then back at Kirk and Lady Amanda motioning for Kirk to bring Lady Amanda. Stepping through the reaction just, Kirk had to fight to control his first reaction which was to panic. Thanks to Frank. Kirk had a real dislike for small spaces but he wasn't about to let the brain trust know that so he could report back to his boss or bosses. The room was clinical in fashion and style. Probably the length of old-fashioned bunkbeds that were fit side of the wall in the other corner was a curtain that appeared to be disguising the fresher facilities. The only other furniture in the room was a single metallic chair.

Kirk help The Lady Amanda to the bunkbed.

Then he turned around to stare at Mr. M. Just inclined his head.

"I'm gonna lock the door. Because you're right. The boss would probably be pissed if something happened to that woman for some reason. But if I find out your fucking with me and try something… Let's just say you'll be praying for the chance to be everybody's whore."