Retrieval-Ch. 13

Retrieval

By zealousgirl

Rating: PG-13, general
Disclaimers in Chapter One

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CHAPTER 13

Turmoil

She had not eaten for over a day. Despite her claims in the past that Vulcans could go without food or drink for several days, she blamed her current nausea and dizziness on the fact that she was hungry. Her meditation had not been successful in helping her focus. She was afraid for herself, but more so for Trip. She had to use all of her energy to fight back tears. What was wrong with her?

Every hour, someone would enter the room that was her prison, and would inject her with a syringe filled with a straw colored fluid. Initially, she thought that they were attempting to sedate her. But, she had not slept for nearly 3 hours.

She was no longer bound nor gagged. However she did not have the strength to fight back, let alone to even speak. She would just look pleadingly at her captors. They were unaffected by her show of vulnerability.

When she was alone, feelings would swell in her that she had not experienced since completing the Kohlinar. She reflected on her decision to leave Vulcan, to stay on Enterprise, and finally, to choose to bring Commander Tucker on this quest. She felt deep regret and even more profound guilt for her actions.

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T'pol was not sure how long she had been kept captive. Her usually infallible inner clock was no longer operational. She longed for someone to join her and alleviate her loneliness.

As if he had been reading her thoughts, Koss entered at that precise moment. Holding a tray, he walked to where she was sitting and lowered the tray to the floor just in front of her. It held a cup of tea and a bowl of broth.

"You must be famished. I remember that you have always been fussy about what you eat, so I hope that this is satisfactory." He spoke as if he was just a friend visiting another friend.

She examined the contents of the tray. It would be logical for her to appease her hunger. She would then be able to deal with retrieving her focus. Leaning over, she picked up a spoon and was prepared to start with the soup.

"Are you going to say thank you?" The evil look in his eye had now returned. He pushed up on her shoulder so that she was now sitting straight. She still held the spoon in her right hand.

"Koss." She cleared her throat. "Why are you doing this to me?" Her eyes now were brimming with tears again. A single drop fell along her sallow cheek.

"It does not feel great - to be alone. Does it?" He stared at her and grinned. He was obviously getting much enjoyment out of her suffering. "You still have not said thank you for the meal. I guess that you are unable to be appreciative, therefore you do not deserve this food." He reached down and picked up the tray.

T'pol attempted to grab it, but her reflexes must have been affected by the drugs they were pumping into her. She was barely able to lift her arm. "Please. . . ."

Koss ignored her and walked towards to door. Just before exiting, he turned. "Your friend has been found, and he will no longer be able to have any influence on you. You will soon realize that you have no choice."

Alone again - tears were now flowing down both cheeks and she was shivering uncontrollably. She pulled her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes. Rocking back and forth, she muttered to herself, "Trip. . . Trip. . . please. . . let nothing have happened to you."

Clenching her fists, she felt something cold in her right hand. He had forgotten to take the spoon. It was like a beacon of hope. She stopped crying and sat up straight. Looking around the room, she noted a small crevice in the floor, just the right size to hide her only potential weapon. After concealing the spoon, she sat back on the mattress and started to try to regain her emotional control. She would not allow Koss to win.

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Continued in Chapter 14

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