Captives

Captives

Chapter 5
Author: Frosty the Cockatoo
Contact: elvendemagogue@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Archer, Tucker, Reed, T'Pol, OC, AU, N/C, Darkfic
Summary: Enterprise meets its evil twin.
WARNING: Excessively violent.
Author's Notes: This fic was written a couple of years ago, and may not be up to par with the newer of our OC stories.
Disclaimer: I no own Enty-prize.

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Captain Jonathan Archer sat at his desk, looking over reports. It had been several days since the Enterprise had rescued them, but he had yet to see Ensign Miller. A part of him never wanted to see her again - he felt so ashamed about what had happened.

How the hell is a Captain supposed to deal with something like this?, he thought to himself. He dropped the report and sighed. How the hell is anyone supposed to deal with this?

He clenched his teeth as his chime rang. "Enter," he said, and watched Lieutenant Reed enter somewhat reluctantly. "Is there a problem, Malcolm?" he asked, distracted.

Lieutenant Reed clasped his hands behind his back and sighed. "Actually, sir, I was hoping I could ask a favour of you. Something of a somewhat personal nature."

Archer frowned. "What do you need?"

Malcolm stepped forward. "A friend of mine is having a hard time adjusting to something that happened to her," he said, and Archer averted his eyes down to the table. "I believe she could use some support from her Captain."

Jonathan clenched his fist and got up from his desk. He paced the room before turning back to Malcolm, anger in his eyes. "It's not that simple," he growled, "Things happened on that ship, Malcolm. Things that I can't ever make go away."

Reed held his ground. "I understand that, Captain, but it won't do any good to ignore it." His voice lowered as he continuted, "Ensign Miller isn't doing well, sir. And it doesn't help that her Captain is avoiding her."

Guilt rushed through Archer's body. He inhaled slowly and shook his head. "I don't know what I can do," he said, "Seeing me isn't going to make things any better for her."

"She's upset, Captain. She needs to talk about what happened."

"Did she tell you that?" asked Jonathan.

"No," replied Malcolm, smiling. "She would never admit to such a thing. But I know it would do her good. No matter how difficult or uncomfortable it is."

Archer sighed and flopped down on his couch. He rubbed his face in his hands. "I'm worried, Malcolm," he said, his eyes reflecting his fear, "I'm worried she'll never forgive me."

"From what I can gather, she's worried about the same thing you are. She feels responsible, Captain. I think both of you really need to discuss this."

Jonathan nodded, his eyes downcast. Reed turned and left, leaving the Captain to his own tormented thoughts.

*

Captain Archer wrapped his hand in Sarah's hair, pressing her down on the bed. He leaned over her, pressing his lips to her ear. "I want to hear you scream," he growled, spreading her legs forcefully and thrusting himself into her.

Sarah moaned in pain and writhed beneath Archer's body. He slid his arm under her stomach and raised her hips up, allowing him to push further into her. Sarah cried out in pain and fear.

"That's right, baby," he said, pulling her body back to meet his hips, "Tell me who owns you, bitch!" He pulled back on her hair, and Sarah gasped. "Tell me!"

She clenched her teeth and sobbed, a burning sensation filling her body. "You do," she cried, and he responded by thrusting into her body with heated movements. Over and over, faster and faster...

Sarah awoke with a start at the sound of her door chime. She rubbed her face and wiped the sweat from her brow, slowly getting up from her bed. Her nightmares weren't getting any better. She was always so exhausted during the day, not being able to get any sleep at night. Her mind was filled with images of rape and abuse.

She walked to the door, visions from her nightmare still floating in her mind. She hit the mechanism for the door to open and gasped involuntarily at her visitor.

Jonathan frowned as Sarah stepped back and held her hand to her chest. "Are you alright?" he asked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Sarah smiled despite herself. "It's okay. I-I just wasn't expecting to see you." She stared at him, bothered by the images in her mind. They were images of him, and they wouldn't leave her alone.

The Captain sighed. "Did I wake you?"

She shook her head. "No, I-I was already awake." She forced herself to look at him, but found her eyes burning at the sight of him. He looked so lost.

"Can we tal he he asked. Sarah nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to enter. He noticed that she held her arms tightly around her chest, as if she was trying to protect herself. Protect herself from him.

He paced, and she waited silently, looking at the ground. He stopped and eyed her. "I'm so sorry I didn't come to see you sooner," he started, not whe where he was headed, "I didn't know what I could say." He looked down and away, shaking his head. "I still don't."

"I understand," she said, sitting down in a chair. This conversation was becoming very uncomfortable, and she didn't know if she could talk to him right now.

He looked up, saddened by her tone. He frowned and stepped forward, but stopped when he noticed her draw her arms tighter around her body at his approach. The tension in his abdomen was overwhelming.

"I'm sorry I bothered you," he said darkly, swallowing and leaving her quarters abruptly.

Sarah trembled at his reaction. She watched the door close behind him, and immediately felt guilty, and a little scared. He was angry with her. She saw it in his eyes.

A few tears filled her eyes and she buried herself in the chair and tried to fall back asleep.

*

Captain Archer stomped into his quarters and glared at Porthos. The puppy whined and scurried into the other room.

Archer sighed, rubbing his temples. He wondered why he had even bothered to try to talk to Sarah. She obviously wanted nothing to do with him. Hell, he scared her.

How could I blame her? he thought. What he had allowed himself to do was unforgivable.

He pulled out an old bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass. He swallowed it and refilled the glass. Downing it in one gulp, he snorted at the glass and took the bottle with him to thuch.uch.

He nursed at the bottle, mesmerized by his thoughts. He couldn't help but think of her, and his mind kept drifting to how she felt on him. Her touch, her smell, her movements...He frowned and mentally slapped himself for allowing those kind of images into his mind.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he growled to himself. "After what you did, you have no right thinking of her that way!"

He took a few gulps of the whiskey, and hissed at the burning down his throat. "Shit," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. He didn't think he could ever make this right.

He drank what was left in the bottle and tossed it on the couch. He slowly got up and paced a bit, trying to decide what to do.

He had left her badly. He knew he did. She was scared of him. He could barely breathe knowing that she feared him.

He left his quarters in a hurry, making his way back to her quarters. He was so involved in his own thoughts that he didn't see Commander Tucker walking towards him.

"Hey, Jonathan," said Trip as Archer passed. The Captain stopped and whipped around, losing his footing and stumbling around a bit. Trip raised an eyebrow. "You alright there?"

Archer blinked against the bright lights. "M'fine, Trip," he said, resting against the wall.

Tucker stepped forward, confused by his Captain's actions. He opened his eyes wide when he smelled the alcohol on Archer's breath.

"Have you been drinkin'?" he asked, unamused.

Jonathan began shaking his head, then got confused and began to nod. "Just a bit," he allowed, reluctantly.

Trip looked at him and pursed his lips. "And where do you think you were going in this state?"

"I don't need the attitude, Trip," said Archer, raising his hand and stepping away. "I have to go see her. I hafta talk to her."

Tucker frowned. "Are you stupid? You can't go talk to her like this!" He tried to take Jonathan's arm, but the Captain pulled away.

"Leave me alone. That's an order!" said Jonathan, turning and walking down the corridor.

Trip sighed and followed the Captain, worried about what he was going to do. "She's already hurting, Jonathan. You're just going to make it worse." Archer just kept walking, so Trip continued, "Don't make a fuckin' ass out of yourself! You're going to scare her!"

At thatnathnathan turned around, hurt in his eyes. "I already scare her," he whispered, anger in his tone. "I need to make it better now!"

Tucker clenched his fists at his Captain's stubborness. He rubbed his eyes as Archer walked up to Sarah's door and rang the chime.

Jonathan felt impatient. He started banging at the door. "Sarah, it's Jonathan! Let me in!"

Trip lunged for Archer and jerked him away from the door. "What the hell are you doing?" he growled.

Jonathan pushed Tucker away. "Didn't I tell you to leave?" he mumbled, walking back to the door. "Sarah, please," he yelled, "I need you to let me in."

The Commander had had enough. He moved to the door and tried to sound calming. "Sarah, it's okay. The Captain is just a little drunk and makin' a fool out of himself. You don't have to worry."

Jonathan frowned. "Why would she worry?" he spat, "I'm not going to hurt her!"

Tucker glared at his Captain. "How the hell is she to know that with the way you're acting? I wouldn't blame her if she never forgave you for this!"

Archer was about to say something when the door swooshed open. Sarah stood there, holding her arms around her.

She looked at Trip for comfort, then at Archer. "You wanted to speak with me?" she asked, very quietly.

Jonathan was momentarily taken aback by her obvious fear, but the whiskey made a quick comeback. He waltzed into her quarters like he owned the place. "Yeah, I did," he said, flopping down in a chair. Trip sighed and followed Sarah back in her quarters. "We don't need you here, Commander," Archer frowned, upset that Trip was keeping watch over him.

"I'm not going anywhere," said Trip, leaning against the wall.

Sarah rubbed her face in her hands and sighed. Jonathan's yelling had scared her, and him being drunk certainly didn't make her feel any better, but she was never going to get any healing done if she kept hiding behind her friends. She looked at Trip wearily. "It's okay," she said, "I think I can handle it."

Tucker looked at her sympathetically. "You don't have to take this. I can get security to throw him out."

"She told you to get lost!" yelled Archer from across the room. Tucker glared at him.

"Maybe if you just wait outside?" said Sarah, not entirely comfortable being alone with her Captain. Trip took one last look at Archer, nodded towards Sarah, and stepped out of the room.

"Call me if you need anything," he said as the doors hissed shut.

"Listen," said Archer, standing up after Trip left, "I just wanted to let you know a few things." Sarah looked downward as he approached. He stopped and frowned. "Do you hate me so much you can't even look me in the eye?"

Sarah sniffed and felt her eyes begin to water. She lookp atp at him. "I don't hate you," she managed to choke out. Regaining her control, she leaned against the wall. "I'm sorry you think I do."

She rubbed her temples and sighed, exhausted. Jonathan stepped forward and traced his finger along her face, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Sarah froze.

"I don't want you to hate me, Sarah," he whispered. "I don't want you to be scared of me." He rubbed his thumb along her lips and she trembled.

Sarah raised her eyes to his. Hers were wide with anxiety, but his were hooded and drowsy. "You're so beautiful," he said, leaning in. Sarah inhaled sharply and pinned her back against the wall as Jonathan moved to her level and pressed his lips to hers.

Sarah swallowed heavily as tearreakreaked down her cheeks. Jonathan pressed a little stronger onto her mouth and she couldn't fight her fear any longer. "Please stop," she whispered against his mouth, afraid of how he'd react.

Archer opened his eyes and pulled away slowly, gazing over her face. When she didn't look at him, he jerked away quickly and covered his mouth. He stepped back and watched as Sarah tried to breathe normally. Her reaction made him sick to his stomach. "I'm so sorry," he groaned, furious at himself.

He couldn't do anything but turn and stomp out of her quarters, past Tucker without even saying anything to him.

Trip looked up as the Captain passed, and was immediately concerned. He rushed into Sarah's quarters and found her on the floor, crying.

"Are you alright? What did he do to you?" asked Tucker, angry that Jonathan would be so stupid.

Sarah leaned into her friend and shook her head. "Nothing," she whispered, "He didn't do anything." She began to cry harder, more upset at herself than at her Captain.

*

Jonathan kicked at a table in his quarters. "FUCK!" he yelled, pulling at his hair. He couldn't believe he did something so stupid.

It wasn't long before his door chime rang. "Go !" !" he growled, flopping down on his couch.

The doors hissed open and Trip walked inside, hands on his hips. "What do you want?" mumbled Archer.

"I thought maybe you might want to talk," said Trip, sitting down in a chair. "Maybe about what you just did in Sarah's quarters?"

Archer rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to say? That you were right? Well, you were!" He got up and started pacing. "I made an ass out of myself. I shouldn't have gone there. Are you happy now?"

Tucker sighed. "No, I'm not happy. How can I be happy when my best friend is in such pain?" He glared at Archer and ran his fingers through his hair. "I just don't know what to do, Jonathan. How can I help you through this?"

Archer sat down and sighed. "I don't know, Trip. I can't even help myself. Look at me. I got drunk and forced myself into her quarters. What kind of sick person am I?"

"You're someone who wants things back to normal. That's not a bad thing, but things aren't ever going to be the way they were. I still think you guys can sort through this, but you have to stop forcing yourself on her, Jon."

Archer chuckled at the implication. "Force myself on her," he repeated, tears forming in his eyes. "Do you have any idea what it's like to know you did something like that to someone, yet still feel attracted to them? It makes me sick!"

Trip widened his eyes and rubbed his chin. "That's why you feel so bad, isn't it? You want her!"

Jonathan looked up, stunned. He shook his head and kicked the empty liquor bottle. "Fucking whiskey," he grumbled.

Trip laughed. "Well, that makes a little more sense. Now I can understand why you made such a fool of yourself."

"What is wrong with me?" groaned Jonathan, resting his face in his hands.

"You're attracted to her, Jonathan. There's nothing wrong with that."

"After what I did to her I have no right thinking of her this way!"

Trip sighed and tried to console the Captain. "You are both going to need some time to get over what happened. But what you did to her was forced on the both of you. She knows that."

"She'll never forgive me," blubbered the Captain, hiding his face in a pillow.

Trip sighed and walked over to Archer. "I think you need to sleep off some of that whiskey. We can talk some more tomorrow, alright?"

Jonathan nodded into the pillow. Trip smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and left his quarters.

It wasn't long before Archer was in an alcohol-induced dreamstate.

*

The next morning, Captain Archer had a hell of a headache. He walked to the Mess Hall, not wanting to see or speak to anyone.

When he entered, all the blood drained from his face. Commander Tucker sat with Ensign Miller at one of the tables. And they were laughing.

When Trip noticed Jonathan, he yelled across the room, "Hey Cap'n! I'll meet you in the dining room in a sec, okay?"

Archer opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he noticed how quiet and still Sarah had become. He only nodded and walked into his dining room.

Trip joined him after a few minutes, and had a big smile on his face. Jonathan raised his eyebrows, waiting for Tucker to explain himself.

"How ya feelin'?" he asked, grinning and taking a sip of water.

"Like shit," replied the Captain. "What were you talking to her about?"

Trip glanced up. "Hmmmm?" he said, "Oh, you mean Sarah. Nothin'. We were just chatting."

Archer didn't remove his eyes from Trip. The Commander noticed, sighed heavily, and set down his glass. "I didn't mention anything about last night, if that's what you're worried about." The Captain seemed to relax at that.

"I think she feels bad, Jon," said Trip between bites of food, "You should really talk to her. Sober this time."

"I don't think that's a good idea," sighed the Captain.

Trip rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm trying to help you here, but you aren't makin' this very easy. She doesn't hate you! In fact, from what I've heard, she likes you quite a bit." Archer looked up at him, confused. "She's just scared. She needs some time, and she needs you to be there for her. Firmly rooted in reality, of course." Trip winked for effect.

Archer huffed and looked down at his food. "I suppose you're right," he allowed.

"Of course I am," replied Trip, almost to himself.

"Right," sighed Jonathan. "I'll talk to her later."

Tucker glanced up at him. "The sooner you apologize for what happened last night, the better. Then you can see what she says."

Archer rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, okay," he said, anxious to put an end to the conversation.

Trip widened his eyes, obviously expecting the Captain to do it now.

"Fine!" he said, getting up from the table. "But if this doesn't work out, I'm going to hurt you," he grumbled as he walked past Trip and out the door.

"Whatever you say," said Tucker, smiling and knowing he couldn't be heard.

*

Sarah was talking with Reed when Archer left the dining room. He stopped outside the doors and watched. He couldn't help but smile when she laughed. It made him feel good to know that she could still feel something other than pain or fear.

She brushed her hair over her shoulders, and he sighed, wishing he could touch her like that. Staring at her, images invaded his mind. Images of things he wanted to do to her. He frowned and shook his head, wanting those images gone.

Licking his lips and inhaling deeply, he walked up to the table. Malcolm saw him approach, and smiled.

"Malcolm," greeted the Captain, and Sarah jerked around. Her face was wide in surprise, but didn't show any sign of fear. "Sarah," he said, quieting his voice. "Do you mind if we talk?"

Reed raised his eyebrows at Sarah, waiting for her response. "No," she said, getting up from her seat. "I'll see you later, Malcolm."

Malcolm smiled and nodded, and watched them walk from the room. He sighed, hoping they would finally work out their problems.

*

Jonathan walked down the hall and looked at Sarah out of the corner of his eye. "I don't think you have any idea how embarrassed I am about last night," he said, smiling.

Sarah laughed lightly, crossing her arms. "It's okay," she sighed as they entered her quarters. "I think I have to apologize, too. I didn't think you were hurting so badly over this. Not enough to drink, anyways."

Archer shook his head and sat down in a chair across from Sarah. "You have no idea how much it hurts me, Sarah," he said, staring into her eyes. He broke contact after a few seconds, after beginning to feel guilty. "I have to apologize for my actions yesterday. It was wrong of me to approach you like that. It was certainly not very Captain-like," he laughed, self-consciously.

Sarah stared into her hands, afraid to ask the question foremost on her mind. She swallowed and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. "Why," she started, and then looked up at the Captain, "Why did you approach me?"

The look in her eyes was one of intense interest. He could tell that she needed to know he wasn't going to hurt her. "I-I," he stuttered, trying to collect his thoughts. He sighed and began again. "I don't know. But I promise you I will never do anything like that again. I am so sorry I scared you like that."

Sarah smiled and leaned back into the couch. "You didn't scare me," she said, then chuckled. "Okay, you did scare me, but not in the way you think." She leaned forward and looked at him sadly. "I don't want you to think you have to tiptoe around me, Captain. I want things to be good between us." She looked away, nervous. "I'm worried I ruined that when I pulled away from you last night."

"No," said Archer, instinctively moving to beside Sarah on the couch, "What I did was stupid. Incredibly stupid. You shouldn't have to deal with my drunken fantasies." He sighed, and then noticed he had unconsciously taken Sarah's hands in his own. And she hadn't pulled away.

Sarah looked at him, amused. "Drunken fantasies?" she said, smiling. He looked back up at her, and his eyes widened in horror.

"Shit," he said, looking away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he stammered, pulling his hands away and leaning back on the couch. Sarah clasped her hands, feeling them suddenly get cold. "God, will I ever get this right?" he exclaimed, mostly to himself.

"It's alright," she said, smiling. "It's kind of flattering. In a way."

Archer looked at her and laughed. "You are too tolerant, Sarah."

"With you, it's easy," she said shyly. Jonathan smiled. "I have to get on duty," she said, rising from her seat. Archer got up too, and began walking with her to the door. "Thanks for talking with me, Captain."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling. "It was my pleasure." He sighed and looked down. "I'm glad we can talk with each other without it being too uncomfortable."

"Me too," said Sarah.

"Would you join me for dinner tonight?" asked the Captain, before he knew what he was saying. He was relieved when Sarah grinned and accepted.

"I'll see you tonight, then," he said, parting ways with her in the hallway.

Sarah waved goodbye and started walking down the hall. She smiled to herself and exhaled deeply, very happy that she did so well in that situation. Maybe things would get better.

*

Malcolm smirked as he watched Sarah work. "What?" she asked, looking up at him.

"You look pretty happy," he said, "Care to tell me why?"

Sarah blushed slightly, unaware that it was so obvious. She sighed. "This morning went well," she said, obviously pleased, "I'm very relieved."

"I'm glad it went well," replied Malcolm. He lowered his eyes and fought back a smirk. "Did he kiss you again?"

Sarah's head shot up and her eyes went wide. Reed nearly started laughing. "How did you find out about that?"

He shrugged. "I have my ways."

Sarah looked around to make sure no one heard, and then leaned in close. "I really don't want that to get around, Malcolm."

"Don't worry," he said, shaking his head. "It was told to me in the strictest confidence." He winked, and Sarah sighed in exasperation.

"I'm serious, Malcolm," she said, worried.

Reed smiled. "I know you are. I promise...it won't get around."

Sarah exhaled and nodded her head. Malcolm stared at her for a second longer before repeating, "So, did he kiss you?"

They both snorted into a fit of giggles, quickly trying to quiet themselves when they drew attention from across the room.

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked at hrienriend. "No, he didn't kiss me," she said, then sighed. "I don't know if I could handle that again."

Malcolm's eyes gleamed. "I think you could," he said, smirking. "I think you want to handle that." He stuck out his tongue and made a gagging motion.

Sarah laughed and shook her head. She paused a moment, then looked up at Malcolm. "You have no idea how good it feels to be able to be close to him. A few days ago, I would never have believed I could get over what happened. Now," she said, smirking, "Now it's looking like we can at least be friends."

"Perhaps more?" purred out Reed, casting a glance her way.

Sarah scrunched her nose up at him and went back to work, smiling. Malcolm watched her for a few moments before turning back to work, too. He was definitely happy for her. And very relieved that things were working out.

*

TBC