Signal Fire (6/7)
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cloudydaiseSignal Fire
Scotty/Gaila
PG13/R (this chapter)
"Poppy, don't repeat that," said Scotty.
"How adorable," said Telak, upper lip curling. "Is this a slave girl coming to rescue her master? I did not know Starfleet sanctioned such transactions."
"Fuck you," said Gaila, a fire burning in her blood.
"Gaila!" Scotty hissed. She ignored him, quickly absorbing her surroundings. The shuttle bay was small, with only room for the one research ship. From the corner of her eye she could see that the shuttle was so very, very close and so very, very ready to be boarded and flown out of here... the door was wide open. Telak must've just been in there, setting everything up. He must have been waiting for them.
"I was watching you on the sensors," Telak continued. "I would have left, but I needed to find my cargo first..." He smiled horribly. "How good of you to bring it right to me."
"Cargo," Gaila repeated. She looked over her shoulder, behind Scotty, and saw Poppy cowering behind them. But bless her for the brave look she had on her face. Gaila saw the girl and she saw herself, her own childhood and the adolescence that followed, things she'd never told Scotty... the days where she was forced to learn how to enjoy or at least pretend to enjoy being touched by strangers, and the hours she spent distracting herself from their hand on her shoulder by closing her eyes and dreaming of stars and starships.
Poppy looked up at her, wide brown eyes silently pleading with her. Gaila knew then that she'd have to be dead before she would let this innocent child be forced into the life she'd worked so hard to escape.
"Don't you dare touch her," Gaila said, her voice low and dangerous.
"The child is coming with me," said Telak. "Give her to me now and I will let you live. Refuse and I will kill you both and take her anyway. Let us not make this more difficult that it has to be."
Gaila thought fast. In her haste to remove Scotty from the brig, she had foolishly left all her accessories in the cell - including her phaser, which would be extremely handy at this juncture. This oversight left her with few options.
Coming to a decision, she disentangled herself from Scotty, who used the doorframe to steady himself and stay upright.
"Fight me," Gaila said. She started bouncing on her heels, gearing herself up for what she knew was coming.
Telak was surprised. Then he laughed. "I do not fight slaves."
"I'm not a slave. Come on." She beckoned to him. "Fight me."
"Gaila, what the fuck are you doing?" Scotty said, completely nonplussed.
"Careful, Mr. Scott, Poppy might hear you." Gaila shook herself out, never taking her eyes off the Klingon. "What is it, Telak? You scared or what?"
Clearly, Telak did not appreciate this. "tIch..." he growled.
"Gaila, I forbid you to do this!" Scotty hissed.
"Excuse me?" Gaila actually turned to look at him.
Scotty blanched. "Sorry, sorry. Poor choice of words... just... you can't honestly think you can win a fight with him! Look what he did to me!"
"Scotty, I took three courses on martial arts at the Academy and I've got the trophies to prove it. I got this." Gaila turned back around. "Come on, Mr. Klingon... bring it."
Scotty could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Gaila could kick arse, it seemed... not that there was ever any doubt. But truth be told, this was the last thing he had been expecting. He knew there was a Klingon school of fighting, and he knew that not many people in Starfleet had studied it, but it seemed that these courses Gaila took were comprehensive, because she matched him strike for strike.
"Scotty, get moving!" she shouted, and he came to his senses.
"Poppy." The girl was clinging to his side, and he took her hand, leaning over as he spoke to her. "We're going to go and we're going to get into that shuttle over there, okay?"
"Okay," she said.
"I'm not feeling very well right now, so I might be a little slower. But you need to go and get right on that ship as fast as you can, okay?"
"Okay."
"Miss Gaila is going to take care of the bad man, so don't you worry your pretty head about him anymore, all right, lassie?"
"Okay."
Now came the difficult part. Scotty straightened up in time to see Gaila aim two swift kicks to the side of Telak's head, sending him reeling into the wall. There was plenty of room now for Scotty and Poppy to make it to the shuttle, if they hurried.
"All right, Poppy, go. Run," he urged her, and off she went. Scotty limped after her.
He had just reached the entrance of the shuttle when he heard Gaila cry out. Scotty spun around and saw her on the ground, Telak on top of her. His hands were tight around her neck.
No, no, no, no - Scotty could not tell if he is saying it out loud or not, but he frantically turned and began searching the shuttle for something, anything he could use against Telak. He found a bit of pipe lying in the corner. He saw Poppy as she was sat in the co-pilot seat, knees pulled up to her chin and looking quite afraid, but Scotty did not have time to explain anything to her.
He grabbed the pipe and ran - sort of ran, more like a limp really, more like a pathetic hop, but all that mattered was that he reached her somehow - to where the Klingon was choking the life out of the woman he loved.
With a strength he hadn't realized he still had he took the pipe and clobbered Telak in the head, beat him with it over and over again, and if it didn't knock him unconscious it at least distracted enough to let go of Gaila. And as soon as he did that, Gaila shoved him off, gasping for breath. She scrambled up and looked at Scotty.
For a split second, Scotty thought one overwhelmingly grateful thought - she's alive, she's alive - before he felt Telak grab the arm holding the pipe and pull it behind his back. With a cry, Scotty fell to his knees. He was already feeling numb to the pain from his other beatings, so when the bones in his arm broke, he wasn’t even surprised. He only registered the noise it made, noting that it was quite a sickening noise and he would prefer not to ever hear it again.
"I will kill him," he heard Telak say, but Scotty was in another dimension by now, one where he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried.
"Do it and you'll be dead before he hits the ground, you fucker." Gaila... she's a firecracker, Scotty thought.
"WejpuH," Telak said, amusement in his voice. "It is almost too bad we did not get to know each other better."
Scotty started to get angry, indignant on his girlfriend's behalf, but then he felt a crippling blow to the side of his head and for the third time this away mission, he fell into nothingness.
chapter seven
Scotty/Gaila
PG13/R (this chapter)
"Poppy, don't repeat that," said Scotty.
"How adorable," said Telak, upper lip curling. "Is this a slave girl coming to rescue her master? I did not know Starfleet sanctioned such transactions."
"Fuck you," said Gaila, a fire burning in her blood.
"Gaila!" Scotty hissed. She ignored him, quickly absorbing her surroundings. The shuttle bay was small, with only room for the one research ship. From the corner of her eye she could see that the shuttle was so very, very close and so very, very ready to be boarded and flown out of here... the door was wide open. Telak must've just been in there, setting everything up. He must have been waiting for them.
"I was watching you on the sensors," Telak continued. "I would have left, but I needed to find my cargo first..." He smiled horribly. "How good of you to bring it right to me."
"Cargo," Gaila repeated. She looked over her shoulder, behind Scotty, and saw Poppy cowering behind them. But bless her for the brave look she had on her face. Gaila saw the girl and she saw herself, her own childhood and the adolescence that followed, things she'd never told Scotty... the days where she was forced to learn how to enjoy or at least pretend to enjoy being touched by strangers, and the hours she spent distracting herself from their hand on her shoulder by closing her eyes and dreaming of stars and starships.
Poppy looked up at her, wide brown eyes silently pleading with her. Gaila knew then that she'd have to be dead before she would let this innocent child be forced into the life she'd worked so hard to escape.
"Don't you dare touch her," Gaila said, her voice low and dangerous.
"The child is coming with me," said Telak. "Give her to me now and I will let you live. Refuse and I will kill you both and take her anyway. Let us not make this more difficult that it has to be."
Gaila thought fast. In her haste to remove Scotty from the brig, she had foolishly left all her accessories in the cell - including her phaser, which would be extremely handy at this juncture. This oversight left her with few options.
Coming to a decision, she disentangled herself from Scotty, who used the doorframe to steady himself and stay upright.
"Fight me," Gaila said. She started bouncing on her heels, gearing herself up for what she knew was coming.
Telak was surprised. Then he laughed. "I do not fight slaves."
"I'm not a slave. Come on." She beckoned to him. "Fight me."
"Gaila, what the fuck are you doing?" Scotty said, completely nonplussed.
"Careful, Mr. Scott, Poppy might hear you." Gaila shook herself out, never taking her eyes off the Klingon. "What is it, Telak? You scared or what?"
Clearly, Telak did not appreciate this. "tIch..." he growled.
"Gaila, I forbid you to do this!" Scotty hissed.
"Excuse me?" Gaila actually turned to look at him.
Scotty blanched. "Sorry, sorry. Poor choice of words... just... you can't honestly think you can win a fight with him! Look what he did to me!"
"Scotty, I took three courses on martial arts at the Academy and I've got the trophies to prove it. I got this." Gaila turned back around. "Come on, Mr. Klingon... bring it."
Scotty could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Gaila could kick arse, it seemed... not that there was ever any doubt. But truth be told, this was the last thing he had been expecting. He knew there was a Klingon school of fighting, and he knew that not many people in Starfleet had studied it, but it seemed that these courses Gaila took were comprehensive, because she matched him strike for strike.
"Scotty, get moving!" she shouted, and he came to his senses.
"Poppy." The girl was clinging to his side, and he took her hand, leaning over as he spoke to her. "We're going to go and we're going to get into that shuttle over there, okay?"
"Okay," she said.
"I'm not feeling very well right now, so I might be a little slower. But you need to go and get right on that ship as fast as you can, okay?"
"Okay."
"Miss Gaila is going to take care of the bad man, so don't you worry your pretty head about him anymore, all right, lassie?"
"Okay."
Now came the difficult part. Scotty straightened up in time to see Gaila aim two swift kicks to the side of Telak's head, sending him reeling into the wall. There was plenty of room now for Scotty and Poppy to make it to the shuttle, if they hurried.
"All right, Poppy, go. Run," he urged her, and off she went. Scotty limped after her.
He had just reached the entrance of the shuttle when he heard Gaila cry out. Scotty spun around and saw her on the ground, Telak on top of her. His hands were tight around her neck.
No, no, no, no - Scotty could not tell if he is saying it out loud or not, but he frantically turned and began searching the shuttle for something, anything he could use against Telak. He found a bit of pipe lying in the corner. He saw Poppy as she was sat in the co-pilot seat, knees pulled up to her chin and looking quite afraid, but Scotty did not have time to explain anything to her.
He grabbed the pipe and ran - sort of ran, more like a limp really, more like a pathetic hop, but all that mattered was that he reached her somehow - to where the Klingon was choking the life out of the woman he loved.
With a strength he hadn't realized he still had he took the pipe and clobbered Telak in the head, beat him with it over and over again, and if it didn't knock him unconscious it at least distracted enough to let go of Gaila. And as soon as he did that, Gaila shoved him off, gasping for breath. She scrambled up and looked at Scotty.
For a split second, Scotty thought one overwhelmingly grateful thought - she's alive, she's alive - before he felt Telak grab the arm holding the pipe and pull it behind his back. With a cry, Scotty fell to his knees. He was already feeling numb to the pain from his other beatings, so when the bones in his arm broke, he wasn’t even surprised. He only registered the noise it made, noting that it was quite a sickening noise and he would prefer not to ever hear it again.
"I will kill him," he heard Telak say, but Scotty was in another dimension by now, one where he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried.
"Do it and you'll be dead before he hits the ground, you fucker." Gaila... she's a firecracker, Scotty thought.
"WejpuH," Telak said, amusement in his voice. "It is almost too bad we did not get to know each other better."
Scotty started to get angry, indignant on his girlfriend's behalf, but then he felt a crippling blow to the side of his head and for the third time this away mission, he fell into nothingness.
chapter seven
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Date: 2009-09-30 07:25 am (UTC)