Notes: A story in the Bloodties series, set in the Star Trek future/time line, but no ST characters, just the 'Mirror, Mirror' concept.
Characters: Methos, Duncan MacLeod, MirrorMethos, Kronos, Silas, Lucien LaCroix, Original Characters
Summary: When Methos' past becomes part of the present, the consequences could be deadly for those close to him.
If you're new to the series, you can find an overview here.
I wanted to get this part up before I went to bed tonight. So here it is!
Rated PG13 R for violence and for making me twitchy.
I Remember You Not fondly -- Part Six
Triona sat at her computer station in the Alqualondë’s lounge, poring over the data from her tricorder and the other instruments that had been scanning the device. This was what she’d always been happiest doing, and now what she did best was a matter of life and death. There were brief moments that it was almost possible to block out the presence of the man that sat across the room from her. But those were rare. He may have been reading, but she knew that his attention never shifted from her. His eyes on her were like spiders crawling across her flesh.
At first, he’d confined her in the brig. Then a few hours later, he’d returned to take her to the computer, where he’d used a security restraint to lock one wrist to the chair arm. “Now I’ve taken the precaution of overriding the security protocols,” he’d told her, “I think it’s safe to let you near the computer.” Then he’d leaned in, saying softly, “And I think it goes without saying how unhappy I’ll be if you cause me any trouble.”
That had been three hours ago, and as she worked, her mind went over what options there might be to save herself. But the one option she had scared her to death. Triona didn’t know if it would work, and if she failed… if she failed.
“I must say, these make for fascinating reading,” his voice broke into the quiet, startling her. Her captor had a pile of Methos’ journals on the table at his side that he’d been reading while she worked at the computer.
If there’s anything in there that gives him another hold over me, I’ll kill you, my love, she mentally muttered. What she said was, “I’m sure.”
“You’ve read them, of course.” She had her back to him, but she didn’t need to be facing him to see the expression on his face. His tone said it all. Needling her, trying to bait her into a reaction. A more than familiar trait, though never with such perilous consequences.
Triona didn’t immediately answer, running her free hand over the display, changing the phase parameters of the quantum energy signatures. “No. I don’t read ancient Greek, or whatever mumbo jumbo those are written in.”
“No? Pity. I’m sure you’d find the contents fascinating.”
“If he wanted me to read them, they’d be in a language I could understand.” She wouldn’t rise to his taunting.
“In that case, let me read some of the more illuminating sections to you.” He was enjoying this game of his, and there was an edge of cruelty to the teasing note in his voice.
She closed her eyes, steeling herself. “Please, I need to interpret these findings.” But she knew it was useless. Whatever it was he’d found in Methos’ journals he fully intended to share with her.
“Oh, I think it’s time you took a break.” He came over to perch on the edge of her workstation. “I insist.” He flipped past a few pages. “Now where… Oh, yes, here it is…”
”Triona has left with Picard.
What a fool I’ve been. My wife, who I now realize, has been lying to me for so many years. How could I have not known? They are now both far from here. And if they weren’t? There’s no doubt in my mind; I would have killed him. I would have killed him without a single regret. And what about Triona? Only now do I realize she has the power to make my soul bleed. And I think I hate her for that more than I do for her betrayal.
Blinking back tears, she clenched her fist, digging her nails into her palms. She would not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Those years had been some of the worst Triona had ever experienced. But she and Methos had come through the pain and the betrayal to forge an even stronger bond. She would not allow this stranger to intrude on something so intimate, no matter the provocation.
His hand came to rest against the back of her neck, and the feeling of spiders crawling across her skin became almost unbearable. “I would have tracked you down, wherever you and your lover had fled.” His voice dropped to a caustic hiss. “He would have died.” The hand tightened. “And you would have wished you had.”
This time, she couldn’t stop herself from pulling away. “It’s nothing to do with you! I don’t care about your opinion!”
“Is that what you think?” He leaned in, caressing her cheek. “Don’t you realize that my opinion of you is all that matters now. Your life, or your death, is in my hands. And I know you want to live.” She shuddered as he pressed his cheek against hers, whispering into her ear, “You do want to live, don’t you, Triona?”
“Yes.” It was all she could do to force out that one word. His closeness was unbearable, but it was also the best chance she would probably ever have to try and free herself.
Triona wasn’t a true vampire, but the one talent she did have was a vampire’s ability to ensorcel. Her Master, and his, were powerful vampires, and that power had passed to her. It was also something she and Methos had argued about for nearly four centuries. He found the ability disquieting and had always objected to her using it. And partly, she’d agreed, refusing to use it against other Immortals lest it become a crutch. A crutch that could fail her in the heat of battle. But now? Now it might be her only weapon. She had no idea if she could overcome him, but saw no other option but to try.
She’d been a captive before, had been a pawn used against those she loved. But this was different. There was no reason for this. It wasn’t revenge, or war, it was simply because he could, because he enjoyed it. And what made it unbearable was that her captor wore the face of the man she loved; and was him in a way that she had trouble wrapping her brain around. Triona thought in that moment that facing Divia again would be preferable. This… this terrified her.
He drew back, tucking her hair behind her ear. “There, you see? I knew you’d see reason.”
Catching his gaze, she took a breath, then reached out with her mind. She could hear Lucien’s voice in the back of her mind, telling her that delicacy was the key to control. Even a resistor could be overcome with a gentle touch. His eyes locked on hers, and she exhaled, centering herself. Now came the test. “Please remove the restraints,” she whispered. She repeated the command mentally. “You don’t need to keep me a prisoner.”
Triona slammed down the wave of exultation that swept through her as he nodded. “Just remove the restraint.” She tightened her mental grip as he released the metal band that confined her to the chair. Finally free, she held his gaze, not letting her control slip. Reaching for the security restraints, she barely dared to breathe. She was so close.
Then the tether of her control snapped and the eyes that she looked into were full of cold fury. “That was very foolish,” he snarled, bringing the edge of the metal restraint down on her wrist, shattering the bones. She cried out in pain, cries that became a scream as he dragged her from the chair by her broken wrist. “I warned you!”
He propelled her out of the lounge and down the corridor towards the entry hatch. “Vampires are a myth where I come from,” he told her. “Imagine my surprise to discover they exist here in your reality.”
Gasping for breath, terror overwhelmed her as she realized he knew everything. It had been a trap, all of it. And she’d walked right into it.
Throwing her against the bulkhead, he forced her head up, looking down at her like death incarnate. “I really must thank Methos for everything he’s done. Without his journal entries, I might have actually been taken in by your witchery!”
Punching the controls, the hatch opened with a woosh. His fist impacted against her jaw, stunning her. “Now you pay the price for your treachery,” he told her as he shoved her out into the sun to burn.
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