Star Crossed

Chapter Fourteen

So, something completely different...I'm struggling with writer's block and I'm hoping that if I write something new, it will get my juices flowing. I saw something on one of the many group's walls and it intrigued me, The Twi-Sci-Fi/Fantasy Contest. I've always been interested in Star Trek and science fiction. Even before Twilight, it caught my attention. I even wrote some Star Trek: Deep Space Nine fic, but never posted it. Anyhow, the idea that I had couldn't really lend itself to a one-shot. I decided to make it full-length fic (or novella...whichever it turns out to be).

Now, none of this mine. I'm not Stephenie Meyer, nor do I claim to be. I just like to play with her characters because they make me forget about my life for a while. I also do not own Star Trek, which the space aspects of the story is loosely based off of. Everything else...is mine.

Up next, we're switching back to Bella, starting at the point where she was abducted. I promise you that she will not be sexually assaulted. She will be tortured, somewhat, but she will prove to be a valiant and snarky prisoner. Will Edward get to her or will she be brought back to Forx? Leave me some!

Chapter Fourteen

BPOV

"You'll get your opportunity, Jakob," snarled a male voice. I recognized it, but couldn't place it. My head was foggy and every centimeter of my body was in pain. "I want to interrogate the empress. See if she's willing to bargain her life and the life of her worthless human mate."

"How can you interrogate her when you're on Forx?" Jakob spat. I moaned, rolling to see if I could recognize the man that Jakob was talking to. Jakob's form was blocking the computer screen. "Interrogations are much more fun when you can inflict harm to the prisoner. Or other things." Jakob laughed evilly, cracking his knuckles.

"You will not touch her that way, Jakob. You do and you will die a slow, painful death. Oh, wait. You are," snickered the voice.

"I'm not, you funoch!" Jakob yelled, standing up abruptly. "Vruk has given me medications that have stopped all of my weaknesses. I am infallible. And I will q'tacki that b'tak. I will feel her bleeding funoch around me. Norex promised me and even in death, that promise is not void." He pressed a button and I heard the screen switch off. Jakob stalked over to me, tightening my restraints around my wrists. I stayed 'asleep.' "You will be mine, b'tak. Your uncle promised me this." He dragged his sharp nail above my sex. He stood up, kicking my back and leaving me in the too-cold room. I heard the door hiss shut.

Blinking my eyes open, I sat up with great difficulty. The restraints around my wrists were too tight, cutting into the skin. I was still in the Galaxy Fleet uniform but the communicator, tricorder and phaser had been removed. Around my ankle, I still wore the knife. I could also feel the transmitter under my skin near my jaw. I was grateful that I had something to protect myself with and a means for the Volvo to find me. Edward, please ... find me ...

I curled up, trying to keep warm. The room was frigidly cold. I looked around the room. It was dark with green computer screens lighting up the room eerily. I could see a small living area, a bed and computer console. Outside, the stars streaked past. We were at jump speed, traveling far away from my ti'ane. That probably explained the ache in my chest. I had other aches and pains, but I assumed it was due from whatever they injected me with and the physical assault on my body.

I sat against the wall, shivering uncontrollably until the door opened. Gliding into the room, my aunt Liannette carried a tray and a grumpy look on her face. "You're awake," she said sourly. "Which is more than I can say for my mate."