Abduction

"You're coming with us," a sinfully smooth, but hard voice interrupted the chaos of the Sick Bay. Darla DeLong looked up at the sound but quickly returned her eyes to the man bleeding to death under her hands. She went back to fixing the young Ensign before he became her first dead patient ever.

The owner of that sinfully sexy voice bristled at her dismissal, used to being feared and respected. "Did you hear me? I said-"

"I don't have time for you right now," the woman growled, causing the man addressing her to blink. "I have a patient to tend to. In case you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of an attack. I will finish this patient and then I will come with you and your goons." Tyr Anasazi considered dragging the stubborn woman away from the bleeding human but held off when she agreed to come peacefully with him after treating her patient. He was grudgingly impressed by her work on the man, watching as the flood of blood slowly turned to a trickle and then nothing as she worked. The girl was good. But that wasn't why she was being abducted. She had a power inside of her. A power that would have healed her patient instantly and completely had she deigned to use it. Could it be that she didn't know about her power as a Khaleesi?

Shrugging the possibility off as irrelevant, the Captain of the Bamboozalin seized the dark-skinned woman's upper arm when she went to move away from the patient. She glared at him with a roll of her eyes.

"I assume you don't want me trailing blood all over the ship as you abduct me," she said gruffly, nodding her chin at the sink in the corner as the Borg fired again and the ship rocked from the blast. "Blood trails are easy to follow, Mr…" Her kidnapper let the sentence hang as she walked over to clean her hands and forearms of blood. Once she was done, he grabbed a hold of her upper arm again and led her and his two subordinates out of the crowded room. A few people called for the doctor as she passed, but the Captain didn't allow her to stop to treat them. He moved fast, glaring people out of his way. How incompetent were these people? A Borg appeared in front of him and he twisted its neck clean off without breaking a sweat, grabbing her arm to hurry her along. Two more appeared and he smashed one into the other before reaching through their shields and killing them both with the boneblades in his forearms.

The girl had a look of utter shock on her face and Tyr found himself annoyed by it. Or maybe it was the urge he had to flex for her. He had enough muscles to accomplish the feat, but never felt the need to show off for a female before. He found them soft and weak as a gender. Utterly useless to him. But something about this woman…

He growled angrily and watched everyone around him shiver in fear except his captive. She glared at him, trying to free her arm from his bruising grip. "You're hurting me," she said angrily. "I can walk just fine, sir."

"I'm not guiding you, I'm guarding you," the man snapped harshly, tightening his grip and ignoring the little voice in his head that commented that she was going to have bruises if he kept it up. Damn Zarkonens! Not even a half-hour in her presence and she was already getting into his head! Her whole damn species was like that, manipulative. Everyone knew you couldn't trust a Zarkonen. That one would turn up a Khaleesi was appalling. Stupid Zarkonens couldn't even keep track of their own. The mother was probably too busy sleeping with the royal guards at her husband's behest to keep the precious princess safe. It was good luck for his employer; all other Khaleesi in the galaxy were coupled and therefore unavailable for what he had in mind. A personal Khaleesi to call his very own. He'd never be able to get away with this bullshit with anyone else.

Whatever. He was being paid to deliver the little princess. Let the suits sort out the ethics of it all.

"You will be assimilated," one of the Borg drones said, coming towards the knot of people. The man seemed bored with one of the most feared enemies of the Enterprise. She watched, truly disturbed, as he dispatched his adversaries with barely a move. She backed up in horror, dodging him when he went to grab her with his bloody hands.

"I'm allergic to violence," she said quietly, continuing to back off as he came towards her. He cursed loudly in a strange language that the universal translator didn't catch and wiped his hands on one of the dead Borg.

Tyr watched as the crew ran around crazy, trying to fight the enemy or shield the innocent. Growling in frustration, he pulled her into his circle again to keep her safe. Strictly for business purposes, of course.

"Misao, take us out. Now." The group of four materialized on a new ship. The ship was smaller than the Enterprise, cozier. And most importantly, not under attack. He walked past the woman and into the bridge. Two people, a man and a woman, were relaxing in the cockpit. The two stood up at attention when the Captain entered the room. He walked past them without acknowledging either and pushed a button. A short beam of light shot out towards the Borg cube. Then the cube vaporized. The doctor's jaw dropped, but the Captain took it all in stride, turning the controls over to the woman.

"Take us out, Misao," he barked at her. She grinned as she did as she was told. "Kato, escort the prize to the brig." He turned away, only to turn back when the doctor refused to move.

"Wait a minute! I'm not going anywhere. Who are you people? What am I doing here?"

"You will do as you're told, you little slut," Tyr growled angrily.

"Don't you talk to me that way," she growled back. The crew blinked in shock at her nerve. "I'm not one of your crew members. I have done nothing to you. And if you have such a problem with me, I'd be happy to go back to my ship-"

"What? So you can sleep with a few more of the crew?"

"What right do you have to say that to me? You don't even know me and you just assume-"

"You're a Zarkonen. It's in your nature."

"I'm a what? No, no, you've got the wrong person. I'm a human."

"Genetic camouflage," the Captain said, utterly bored. "Believe me, I've got the right girl. I can smell your power on you. How long have you known you were dying?"

"Fuck you," the doctor said furiously. "You barge into my life and abduct me from it. In the middle of a Borg attack no less, where my skills as a healer are needed. You don't introduce yourself, you don't tell me why I'm being abducted. Then you accuse me of sleeping around as if that's any of your goddamn business. Explain yourself. Now."

Tyr couldn't help but be impressed by her sheer gall. She was only five feet two inches tall, but she radiated presence. Her fathomless brown eyes were all but shooting sparks in her fury. Her slim body was set in aggressive lines and even though he knew that she was incapable of violence, he was impressed with her stance. Her braids were held in a large, severe bun that trailed down her back to her waist. He suddenly wanted to see it free. He wanted to let that gorgeous mass of hair down and kiss her softly. Resisting the urge to do just that, he opted to answer her instead.

"You are aboard the Bamboozalin. You are here because you are special. You are what we call a Khaleesi, a healer. You are to be delivered to your new home on Signis Prime where you will serve as the personal Khaleesi of Reginald Bowser for the duration of your life. I'm being paid handsomely to bring you to him and I've scoured the universe to find you. I am Tyr Anasazi out of Victoria by Barbarossa and I am the Captain of this vessel, Isabelle Bateman. You will stay in the brig until we arrive on Signis Prime. Questions?"

"Yeah, a few. Why did you call me that? My name is Darla DeLong and I'm an orphan from Legionella 204. Why does this Bowser fellow need a personal doctor in the first place? What, is he a fighter or something? Why 'scour the universe' when you obviously have superior technology? Does this Bowser person truly expect me to be a good little slave to him? And finally, you do realize that I will not be cooperating with any of this, right?"

Tyr smiled at her spirit. "I wouldn't expect anything less. That's why you'll be staying in the brig. As for Bowser, he has a degenerative disease that even our technology cannot fix. He doesn't need a doctor, we have doctors. He needs a Khaleesi."

"Well, that's going to be a problem, because I'm not a Khaleesi."

"Your powers should start to manifest now that you're away from those humans. Your light is dim, but it's there." He backed off when he realized that he was leaning into her, hands on her shoulders and voice lowered. "Take her away." Kato pulled her away and towards the brig. Once she was gone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Now they had her, but this was an open contract. The hard part was ahead of them.

"She's cute," Misao Shinomori said lightly. Tyr rolled his eyes and went to do something else. Misao was his most energetic crew member. She was even shorter than their captive. At four foot 11, the little Asian-looking girl had a thick braid that reached to her knees and was as thick as her wrist. In battle, she was a whirlwind of activity, taking down enemies with quick efficiency. Her inability to be cowed and her indomitable optimism were the reasons he'd let her aboard in the first place. And she was going to be a great help in keeping the princess under control. She was singularly insightful about things.

Aoshi, the first mate, and little Misao's husband took them into hyperdrive, away from the Enterprise. He ignored the hails to the ship. Nothing they said would appease her shipmates anyway.

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