TIMEOUT [Part 18]!
by ALM_Voyager- (c) January 1, 2000
- Disclaimer: Voyager belongs to Paramount Pictures. No infringement intended.
Chakotay watched helplessly as three men picked Kathryn up and took her onto the unkown ship. He dragged himself over to where the Councilor was gasping on the floor, muttering about how he had been betrayed. "Betrayed, I've been betrayed!" The councilor sobbed. The guards had finally made it in and rushed to the assistance of the Starfleet group and the Minister.
"What the HELL have you done!?" Chakotay grabbed the counsilor roughly. "If anything has happened to that woman you will die a thousand deaths!" He fell back to the floor and welcomed the hands that lead him out of the gas-filled room. As the cool, clean air greeted his starving lungs, one thought breezed over his consciousness before it left him, 'Kathryn . . .'
Chakotay pushed his way out of Sickbay. He would be damned if he would be found lying on a biobed when Kathryn was out there held captive by the Raylexians. He didn't even pause to apologize when he slammed into a crewman in the corridor. He was in a fighting mood and damned if he wouldn't fight anyone who came between him and his Captain.
"Do you have their location?" He barked out to Tuvok as he walked onto the bridge.
"They are within hailing range, Commander," he stated. If Vulcans had changeable expression Tuvoks would be as close to a reprimand as one could get.
"Get a lock on them and fire at will," Chakotay paced in front of the viewscreen. "I want to send them a message. But nothing that would damage the ship - we just want to shake them up a bit."
Tuvok aimed and fired, "'Message' sent . . . Commander."
Kathryn awoke and swore there was an earthquake. Where was she . . . San Francisco? She groaned as her body rejected any attempt at movement. 'They must have drugged me' she thought. 'Yes, Kathryn, that *would* explain why the room is slightly vertigo.' She was going to be sick to her stomach. Her mind rocked with her body . . . the meeting . . . that traitorous bastard Tandrum had turned her over to the Raylexians. But to what avail? She could barely stay awake let alone figure out devious plots.
'Picard never had it this bad' she smirked to herself. She looked around as best as she could . . . her neck strained to turn her skull against the cold steel floor she was lying on. She was in some kind of holding cell and it brought to mind images of medieval dungeons in the old texts she had explored in her youth.
'Must stay awake' she bit on her bottom lip to keep from letting the drugs get the better of her - she would not give them a moments satisfaction knowing that they had the upper hand. 'What was that poem . . .' her mind whirled for something to concentrate on. Suddenly it came to her, as she mumbled the lines out loud,
She wanted to cry, as memories, of Pheobe and her singing the upbeat, ageless lyrics out loud and clapping in rhythm amidst the cornfields of Indiana, came back to haunt her . . . each word translating into a painful stab of reality that this may be the one time she wouldn't get out of a Delta Quadrant dilemma alive . . .
She was still mumbling the lyrics when rough arms picked her up and dragged her limp body through more steel lined corridors. So it would be . . . she gave a small laugh and felt a hand painfully tighten on her right arm.
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