Holly "03: Leverage

Chris sighed and rolled onto his side. Once again he told himself he hadn't made a mistake. He shoved the questions away, hoping they'd be replaced with consuming oblivion.

After two more minutes of lying completely still with his eyes determinedly clenched shut he gave up.

He wrenched up and out of the bed, jerking loose from the blankets that clung to his arm and legs. He grabbed for something to wear, hands settling on a pair of pants and a sleeveless shirt. Both were dragged on carelessly.

Chris left the lonely silence of his cabin. He was tired of tossing and turning. Tired of the oppressive quiet that made it even harder to keep his thoughts at bay. Tired of having only himself as company.

He took the outer corridor ring, choosing that route and hating himself for doing it.

Chris passed Ezra and Vin's room without looking at it. Then he rounded by it twice. A third time. His fourth pass and it was harder to ignore knowing how close he was, that they were just on the other side, easily within his reach.

He gritted his teeth, glaring at the floor and kept on.

His twelfth circuit and he was starting to push himself, considering the viability of trying to run himself enough so that when he did return to his quarters he'd just be so damn beat he could blank into unconsciousness.

As he rounded again his amber eyes narrowed. A low growl escaped his throat. Chris lunged forward and grabbed Buck by the arm. He spun the man then pushed until Buck's back was pressed into the corridor wall.

Amber eyes spit fire. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Chris' hands splayed over Buck's shoulders, his knee lifting to pinch painfully into the other man's groin. He leaned into the rangy pilot and growled again.

Calm blue eyes met his gaze evenly. Buck didn't appear in the least perturbed. Chris tightened his grip then jostled Buck so he could knock the man hard against the wall again. Immediately he grimaced, hands flying away. He turned on his heel and cursed, fingers digging into short blond hair, scrubbing over his haggard face.

He walked away then came right back.

Buck hadn't moved, but he didn't look afraid either. "Someone has to talk to them, make sure they're all right." His voice was as serene and sure as his blue eyes, but the words were laced with steely admonishment.

Chris spoke through his teeth. "I had Nate check them over."

His thoughts spiraled to Nathan's revelation, told to him on the second day they'd been his. It can be disabled, Chris… Ss'tze have been doing it for a long time now…

Blue eyes dimmed, cast over with a brief shadow. That was quickly eclipsed by snapping anger. "Right, Larabee. I'd forgotten. Maybe because that was nearly a whole fuckin' month ago." His normally smooth tones were rough and sarcastic.

It was easy for Chris to let his anger surge, allowing it to burn guilt and shame away. It felt better too.

He loomed close to Buck again, evil smile curling his lips, amber eyes spiteful. "That what you were doing then? Just visiting?"

Chris used the word purposefully. He and Buck both knew the double edged meaning of his selection.

Buck's hands flew up. He pushed away from the wall, taking a long step to stand in the middle of the corridor, whirling back around to jab his finger into Chris' chest. "If you wanna ask if I've had a piece you just ask, Chris." His jaw set, chin jutting out.

Chris desperately wanted to know. Blue eyes told him his answer. His long time friendship with the man would have even without the indignant proof glaring at him. Still, he wanted the words. Some sort of reassurance… even if it was only about this.

It terrified him what he'd do if he found out that Buck actually had taken liberties.

Silence roared between them. The low hum of the Sadist as she traveled along pounded in his brain; his heartbeat an answering, almost deafening thrum.

Chris leveled amber eyes to meet blue. His voice was a tremor, guttural and mean. "You have a piece?"

As soon as he asked he regretted it. He already knew the answer. Knew his asking was a betrayal; didn't want to have forced this despite having done just that.

Buck answered him anyway.

"No." Blue eyes flared when he taunted, "Not that I don't see the appeal. Not like they aren't a touch lonely and unsure. Can see where they'd welcome a visit."

Chris' hand moved as if to rest on his weapon though he was without his sidearm. Amber roared to dangerous life, dancing with wrath and warning. His lip curled, revealing his clenched teeth.

He stood for a long moment, pulse jerking and erratic, awash with a surge of violent heat.

Buck simply waited him out, arms crossed, face set, eyes disappointed and annoyed.

When Chris' hand had eased, his shoulders lowering back down, Buck spoke again.

"If nothing else give them permission to leave that room."

Chris started at this. His head snapped back, amber eyes opening wide then narrowing to slits. "I never locked them in there. Never told them they couldn't go where they wanted."

Buck tsked. "Yeah. Like after two years of doing only what they're told and not daring to make assumptions is going to mean that because you haven't said it must mean they can."

Chris worked through that one for a second. He huffed. "I don't lock their door. There's no guard or minder here."

A brow lifted over blue eyes. "Good going there. I'm surprised they haven't taken run of the ship, the welcome being so damn warm and receptive." Buck's tone was bitingly sardonic.

The blond didn't want to admit that Buck was right. He'd been lying to himself so well and for so long it was hard to go against that. He shouldn't have let a month go by, his only contact with them their first night when he'd soaked in every detail of their sleep. He should have stayed until they woke up, told them they were allowed to take walks, explore the ship even if he'd had no idea what else to say, how to frame his expectations of them now that they were his.

But he hadn't been able to. He'd sped for the door when Ezra had first stirred. Bolted when Vin reacted to the movement.

Chris held in a self-depreciating laugh. He only knew their names because Nathan had asked them when the medic had examined them, using them when Chris had been briefed on their condition.

He closed his eyes, Nate's words again circling his head, sounds he hadn't been without since hearing them.

The condeed is impossible to take out without proper authority… but the punishment part, that I can do something with… It can be disabled, Chris… Ss'tze have been doing it for a long time now…

Chris hadn't agreed. He'd closed up, nodding curtly that he'd think it over, that he'd let Nathan know. They both knew then he'd already made up his mind. The punishment would stay. Again he told himself the decision hadn't been a mistake. He wasn't willing to risk them being without.

It was the only hold Chris had.

Buck's voice broke into his brooding.

"Tell them they can leave their room. That's a start at least." Buck sighed. "Better yet, put them back to work…"

Chris didn't hear anything past that.

He barreled towards Buck, low roar catching in his chest when he slammed into the other man. They bounced off the wall so he pushed Buck right back into it. Buck's long arms and strong hands were grappling to keep him away, his own working to gain purchase so he could slam the man into the floor, beat the ever-loving shit out of him. The two knocked along the wall with uneven twirls.

A knee punched up into his crotch and Chris grunted, his fingers opening in reaction.

"Goddammit, Larabee! Fuck!" Buck heaved away, lungs pulling in air, jaw already reddened.

Chris could feel the start of a few bruises for Nathan to rid him of as well.

Buck's voice was tight, angry as it passed over heaved breaths. "Plain and simple, Chris. So just fuckin' listen to me, get some of what I'm telling you into that bull head of yours." He pointed at the door he'd exited from, Chris catching him doing such the start of all this. "I didn't mean opening them for business, ya damn fool bastard." A tight rush of air hissed over his teeth.

Buck took in a deep breath then kept going, his voice a trace smoother. "They need something, Pard. A sense of purpose, something to start them feeling like they belong here, that they ain't doing something wrong. Right now it's clear that something isn't gonna to be coming from you."

Chris' brow furrowed, ambers glinting.

Buck shook his head slowly, blue eyes sad with knowing. "Two whole years of their life has been measured by how well they perform, Chris. Every second of every damn day they've spent in anticipation of what will be demanded of them next, then finding some way of actually doing it. Your leaving them alone because you have no idea what to do about them isn't a relief." Blue eyes were fierce. "Get me?"

Chris worked his jaw. He should own up and tell Buck he was right. Agree and ask for advice. But it just wasn't in him to be able to do.

Instead he said curtly, "They're mine to handle, Wilmington. So just back off and let me."

Blue eyes weren't fooled. They both knew he was still floundering.

Buck went along with it anyway. He leaned in and pointed at the door. "Fine. Then go do some handling. No better time than right now."

They glared at each other then Buck gave, breaking with a sigh. He stalked away, throwing his hand through the air as he went in a gesture of dismissive disgust.

He stood outside their door, prevaricating even though seconds ago he'd been determined to rush headlong inside. The false courage of anger didn't sustain for very long.

Chris wrapped his hand around the back of his neck, kneading with his thumb where it hooked. He could do this, dammit. He could.

Without giving himself more time he slammed his hand into the door console. He could have asked permission to enter, but he used his priority status as captain instead, making the door open for him. He was still gutless after all.

Chris took one step then was rooted again. It'd been too long since he'd seen them. God… He checked a sigh. On more than one occasion he had pushed the Sadist to her brink, tearing through space to be back with them in under a week's time. Now they were here - always - and it truly had been almost a month.

Green and blue eyes met his. They both looked surprised. Chris wished he'd given them proof to be otherwise.

He looked away, not wanting to see what else might be lurking in the colorful depths. Ambers scanned the room, tripping over this and that as they traveled. Buck hadn't been their only visitor.

Touches of his crew were here, spread about and subtle, adding texture and life to a room that before had been barren save for furniture.

A few of Josiah's meditation carvings decorated the low table between the two chairs. There was a rug on the metal composite floor on either side of the bed, softening the harsh surface where they'd step. They were similar to ones Buck had given him.

A computer station had been installed. Tranquil music emanated from it to trickle about the room. JD.

In the corner stood a tall graxys tree, purple blossoms just starting to burst. Nathan.

Chris was furious at it all. Furious that he hadn't brought any of it; furious it'd been left to his crew.

He was about to turn and go when Vin walked towards him. Arms lifted, fingers extended, then they reached out and dappled down his face, feathering over his chest. In an instant Chris was lost.

Part of him raged on, knowing now the purpose of his forced exile from their room. He hated thinking they did this out of duty. Feared it was the only reason they ever had - knew he had no legitimate claim to believe it otherwise.

Vin's mouth closed over his, tongue flickering out to lance over his lips. When he moved it in response Vin pulled away. Ambers slid open, meeting waiting blues. They warmed, darting to the side then back. Hands rested on Chris' hips from behind. Ezra's. Then Vin was kissing him once more.

Chris groaned and gave in, letting all else go.

They maneuvered him and he allowed it. Chris didn't want control over this, a quality in him they must have sensed. Soon he was on the bed, naked, flushed and ready, though he wasn't quite clear how he'd gotten there.

Hands flew over him like fire, teeth nipping with pleasuring stings, tongues tasting his flesh. He was pushed down and he followed, lying on the bed, his feet still anchored on the floor. Vin lowered over him and they kissed, then full lips were pulling away and moving on.

Down his torso Vin explored, bumping over his ribs and biting his nipples. Hands continued to feel every inch of him as lower Vin worked. Wet warmth enveloped his erection and Chris' eyes clamped shut. His hips bucked and he cursed, then cursed again when a finger probed up into his clenching opening.

A few more taunting, vital swipes of Vin's tongue then he was gone.

Chris grunted, ambers drifting open so he could peer out from barely raised lids. He watched, mesmerized, as Vin lowered down onto his ready hardness, sinewy back facing him, Vin's hands entwined with Ezra's, the two kissing as Vin seated deeper and deeper.

Soon they were moving as one, Chris surging up off the bed, using his feet to propel himself. His hands gripped at Vin's hips. Then Vin stretched in his hold, limber body falling back to arch over him. Long, silky hair tickled and taunted over his heated flesh.

Sure hands probed Chris then were replaced in a sudden, swift push. He bit down on his lip, not able to thrust or open to accept more as was instinct, pinned as he was by Vin's body.

Amber eyes opened to see. Chris forced them to stay that way.

Vin was undulating on him, riding his cock with a steady, numbing cadence. Ezra was buried inside of him, green eyes smoldering over Vin's shoulder to meet his. Chris shuddered, his shaky breath falling over the dots of sweat beaded on his upper lip.

Ezra's hands were busy, caressing Vin then falling to stroke over him and back to Vin again. Their pace increased as one, all three men already raw and near the brink. Ezra's hands locked at the small of Vin's back. A tight yell escaped Chris' throat when Ezra penetrated farther, eyelids fluttering closed as skittering flashes danced over him when his internal hotspot was encouraged without cease.

Vin clamped onto his erection wickedly, lean body pumping and swaying, playing him so knowingly.

He pried his lids back again so he could watch. Ezra's eyes found his again and held, his heart accelerating to a dangerous pace as he watched lips meet, their gazes locked as Ezra and Vin devoured one another.

On they kissed as one of Ezra's hands walked down Vin's back, the other trapped between the beautiful bodies, jerking at Vin's need with matching rhythm. One finger trailed around where Chris and Vin were joined, reaching under to shimmer over his heavy and aching balls.

Chris annihilated into climax, body shattering in a release so complete he found himself clawing back from its darkness long minutes later. He couldn't remember what more happened; wanted for their current state to be proof that Ezra and Vin had followed the same rapturous journey as he'd succumbed into. They were now a sweaty, sticky tangle on the bed, Vin rolled on his side, Chris tight around him, the two still joined. Ezra was at his back, arms banded about him tight.

For a long time Chris only pulled in air. It was all he could manage.

Eventually they all clamored higher onto the bed, heads finding pillows, exhausted and sated bodies nestling right back in against one another as they fell.

He listened as their breathing evened out and slowed, felt as their bodies gave into sleep. Amber eyes closed in answer but Chris fought it.

He pulled the arm Ezra had resting over him closer, rhythmically stroking his thumb across the tender flesh of the man's wrist. As if he could feel the implant that was hidden beneath it. As if his touch could take it away or amend for his putting it there.

As if it could absolve him knowing the looming threat of pain could be removed and yet he chose for it to remain.

Chris watched Vin sleep but didn't allow himself to be lulled. He wouldn't be waking up here.

Couldn't.

He eased away from Ezra, resorting to crawling out of the bed backwards instead of risking climbing over either man. He found his clothes and dragged them on, then walked to the door but didn't leave.

Chris stood for a long time, facing the wall. Wondering just what the hell he'd been thinking when he bought them. Wanting to know what to do with them now.

Wishing he didn't already know the answers.

He turned back to look at them. Their naked forms gleamed dully in the half-light cast about the room. They were curled towards one another, two half circles facing into the bed. Their entwined hands met at the center, resting on the spot he'd been laying between them.

They hadn't shifted to close the distance once he'd pulled away. Their arms weren't tangled around each other in the way he'd come to expect after watching them for so long, that embrace seeming preventative; wordless proof he was merely endured. As if they were waiting - wanting - of him to return.

Chris' throat tightened and he spun on a heel. He didn't bother with ordering the lights outside to dim. Barked that the door should open in a sharp, clipped tone. As soon as he was past the threshold he ordered the door shut again, cutting them away from him quick as possible.

To pretend he didn't care if they knew he'd left - that he was leaving.

He sped away without a backward glance, but instead of returning to his cabin he only resumed his pacing. This time he walked an endless line from the bridge to the cargo hold and back again, his first step starting again his maddening mantra: it hadn't been a mistake.

*******

Ezra watched Chris go. He had almost asked Captain not to leave but had managed to keep the appeal inside.

Vin's body moved to join his, strong arms gathering him tight.

"He'll be back," Vin's low drawl murmured.

Ezra nodded, relaxing into the sturdy chest he'd been pulled upon, hands moving of their own accord over his lover's smooth skin.

The past month had been something of a paradise despite the perplexing mar of Chris' absence. He and Vin, a room to themselves on a ship so quiet and clean, left blessedly alone without an endless parade of tricks to turn and please.

In time the crew had all made appearances, astounding them that their calls had no motive save for checking up on them, making them more comfortable. They'd all done their best to put he and Vin at ease, but there was no getting around the awkwardness. The truth of why he and Vin were here; their mute desolation that Chris had yet to even look in on them, much less more, and no one having a reason why or wanting to be asked; the simple matter of Ezra and Vin both being too quiet anymore. Two years of enforced silence ruling them nearly all of the time had broken their ability for normal conversation. The visits were stilted at best - the crew members not knowing what to say or do with themselves, Ezra and Vin not knowing how to put them at ease.

Save for turning on their charms and performing. Something no one had requested; something no one even seemed remotely interested in finding out if they were willing.

Ezra had made the supposition it wasn't because Chris had warned them not to. It was clear each man who had visited had claim to autonomy. Daring to infringe upon Chris' owners rights told him that much.

Beyond that he had the sense that they could all be relied upon if needed; that in another time and place and circumstance natural friendships might have flourished.

He and Vin had discussed it. They both saw the potential that such allegiances might still be able to find themselves. They had also talked of Chris, wondering if they'd soured to him now that their luster of being a prize to be won had been captured.

Even with no signs to the contrary that Chris' absence would soon break they'd held patient to the hope that he would find his way back - for whatever reasons he'd made himself scarce.

It was an odd condition to have found themselves, but neither was unappreciative of it. It was closer to normal than they'd been for a long time and it was almost bliss; no wonder it felt so strange.

Ezra snuggled closer into Vin. His lover sighed, the sound laced with satisfaction and wistfulness.

"He will come back," Ezra's soft voice echoed Vin's words of moments before. They had no good reason to be so sure; could be certain of no other truth.

Vin's arms tightened and he nodded.

Ezra planted a gentle kiss into the curve of the bronzed neck, allowing his growing lassitude to finally get the better of him, pacing Vin's decline into sleep.

********

"Chris?"

The blond swiveled in his chair, distracted amber eyes landing on JD. "Hmm?"

"You have an incoming message."

His brows knit together. He wasn't expecting anyone. "Can you tell who it is?"

JD worked the console, talking as his fingers flew. "Signal is scrambled. The ship's ID tag is encrypted." He shrugged. That wasn't exactly anything new in their line of work.

Chris leaned forward. After a moment's consideration he said, "Fine. I'll take it here."

JD nodded then sent a series of commands through the computer system. In seconds a holographic image sprung to life in front of Chris. It was a face he instantly recognized. One he'd been looking forward to never seeing again.

"Fenris." Chris hissed the name out, voice tight. His jaw clenched. He was angry he'd betrayed that much of a reaction.

"A delight to see you as well, old friend," Fenris laughed. The sound was melodic and light.

Fenris was an Ulf - charming creatures with huge, all blue eyes, all white hair and smooth lapis skin. Fenris wore his hair long, his single brow thick where it sat over his serene eyes. Two small holes were his nose, his mouth a long, lipless slit. He was tall and lean, like most Ulfs, hands with graceful, tapering fingers tipped with curving blue nails.

Fen used his natural appeal to his own aims. For a short time Chris had teamed up with the Ulf, the two of them running hard and fast together, zigging and zagging from one end of FedSpace to the other. They'd made a killing - literally and figuratively - until finally he'd had enough of Fen's way of doing business.

He'd severed ties years ago, leaving Fen with the directive he wanted nothing more from the blue alien. Chris had been most clear in his expression of discontent and subsequent exodus.

It made him all the more suspiciously curious about what exactly Fen was up to.

Ulfs were like anything else. Some good, some bad, most in the middle somewhere. Fenris was definitely on the far side of bad. After one too many jobs had ended in unnecessary, attention drawing violence he'd pulled out. He hadn't seen Fenris since.

Resentment and anger surged through him but he held it in check. Calmly Chris stood. He glanced at JD as he walked towards his cabin. "I'll see to this in my quarters, JD. Send it there."

Chris strode out the door and stalked down the corridor. It didn't take long for him to be seated at his desk. Fenris' glowing image was already there, blue eyes patient.

He didn't waste any time with further pleasantries. "What is it?" His tone was dry and even, but his ambers demanded.

Fenris grinned, the length of his mouth opening to cut across his face. "Ahh… so readily I am reminded of why you and I had such a winning partnership." All blue eyes sparkled. "I hear the human Wilmington does most of the talking for you now. Not a bad choice, certainly." He winked. "But if you should ever find yourself needing a defter touch…"

Chris didn't take up the obvious insinuation. "Skip it, Fen."

The Ulf's smile turned sly, his longs hand lifting in a placating gesture. "I meant no offence, Captain. By all accounts you are your crew are doing very well for yourselves, have quite the healthy operation running."

Chris didn't negate the statement. Nor did he agree with it. He just let it hang between them, unanswered.

Fenris was undeterred. "Well enough for you to have paid quite a hefty sum very recently for two delectable morsels of your own." The Ulf laughed. "I thought you were without the vanity of luxury, old friend."

Fen's laughter grated on his nerves. The term 'old friend' was past getting old. Chris set his jaw. He'd paid good money to have the record of his purchase vanish. There should have been no trail linking him to Ezra and Vin.

Chris wondered at what point he'd stopped making himself remember that Fen knew just about as many tricks and angles as he did.

He chose to ignore Fenris' statement. He wasn't willing to discuss them, nor would he allow the Ulf to artfully lead him into doing such. Chris flicked a few of his fingers in a dismissive gesture.

"You know I hate to repeat myself, old friend." Chris sneered, deliberately emphasizing the term.

Fenris followed his lead. "I come seeking your assistance. A business proposition. One that would greatly benefit the both of us."

Amber eyes narrowed. "What sort of business?"

Blue eyes widened disingenuously. "Just a bit of smuggling."

"I think you heard my question, Fen." Chris voice vibrated with warning.

Fenris sighed lightly. He smiled again, arms lifting so his hands could spread. "Nothing more than a ship load of Tekra."

Chris sat perfectly still. His pulse hammered in his head. His fingers dug into the desk on either side of the holograph as he worked to remain inscrutable to Fen's acute gaze.

Of all the goddammed things to ask him to smuggle.

"Forget it, Fen."

All blue eyes glowed. "So, have you finally lost your mythic edge?" The sibilant voice was mocking, almost sing song.

He refused to be baited. Chris didn't even deign to acknowledge the veiled insult. "I don't deal in that shit. No one with any sense does."

Fenris stroked his chin as if pondering, his maddening half smile tugging at the slit of his mouth. "Now, now," he crooned. "You haven't even heard my plans - or the conditions of your own profit."

Chris grunted. It was a noncommittal sound at best.

He still wasn't interested, even if Fen looked to be willing to share.

Tekra was just one of many synthetic drugs. The name stood for some long series of chemical names, each one part of the almost impossible combination to recreate. It acted as an enhancer and a stimulant - to practically every body function. If you wanted to be better or faster at anything, Tekra was the poison of choice. Sex was more ecstatic; strength more brutal; eyesight sharper; the mind clipping at triple speed.

The Fedders had engineered it to dose their military, making the optimistic fools who entered the churning cogs of its armies all the more powerful and eager in their service and fight. No one left Fedservice clean - though that hardly mattered. It wasn't sober citizens Federated Space was looking for. It was juiced up soldiers.

Tekra was one of the biggest ticket items on the black market. For the sole reason that it was the only drug the Feds had outlawed.

They had no interest in encountering insurgents or resistance fighters as hopped up and deadly as their own armies.

Other drugs had been made. Attempts at facsimiles to mimic the effects of Tekra. But so far, nothing had been produced that could rival it. The fact that homemade versions were never as potent as the Federation's real thing - and often deadly - just made it all the more valuable.

Chris had never dealt in the junk. It was beyond too risky. If you were caught with it there was no bribe to be made. No one looked the other way. Rewards from FedSpace were bigger to return seized Tekra than anything Chris could ever hope to offer. If the Sadist was found carrying, she'd be disintegrated along with her crew.

Just as soon as the Feds had scoured it clean of Tekra.

Fenris sat back in his chair, leaning away from the comm. The picture of him grew strange, tilted at an acute angle. Long fingers tapped on his desk.

"I need the Sadist. It sweetens matters considerably she has you at the helm."

Chris' lips pulled to a thin line. He wasn't in the mood to be cajoled.

The Ulf sighed but otherwise didn't lose a beat. "It will be more than worth your while, this trip. All you need do is act as escort." Long fingers spread open to expose Fenris' palms. "Easy."

Chris scoffed and looked away from Fen. Nothing with him was ever easy.

Fenris tried to smile again. "Allow me to explain." Blue eyes gleamed.

He didn't bother with saying no or terminating the communication signal. It would be easier to get this out of the way now, let Fen have his say. Chris gave a slight tip of his head then waited.

"All I need is for you to travel with me into port. The Fool's Gold has been rigged to appear as if she's just barely limping along. No one pays much mind to a crippled ship and the good samaritan who is going out of their way to assist it."

Chris laughed. It wasn't a kind, humorous sound. No one would mistake him for practicing such altruism, certainly. Still… no one would care if he'd extorted a king's ransom from the helpless ship just to tow it into dock either. Fen had a point. Security rarely wasted their time on something as superficially nonthreatening as a wrecked ship being delivered.

He had to admit a grudging admiration for the plan. So far. Chris raised a brow.

Fenris nodded and continued. "The Tekra stays with me - you run interference with the port authorities and any Feds we might encounter along the way." Blue eyes shimmered. He made a large flourish with long fingers. "And that's it."

Chris snorted. "Hardly."

Fenris frowned. "Always the stickler, aren't you Chris?" His musical voice had a dangerous edge.

Chris didn't care. As long as Fen was talking he might as well get all the details. He wasn't any closer to agreeing. But it never hurt to know.

After a tense silence Fenris shook his head, tsking lightly. "Fine. I have on board one standard year's supply. It's been sealed away so sensor sweeps won't pick up on it. Of course it's hidden - but that is a point I will not divulge."

The blond nodded. It could be found easily enough if the need arose. He hadn't reacted any more than that, but his mind was working double time. Getting your hands on a year's supply was almost unheard of. Smuggling that amount was nigh to impossible.

No wonder Fen had shown up asking for help.

The revelation also garnered his first hint of interest. That much Tekra would be a damn lot of credit.

Fenris kept on. "Our destination is Solaris. When we…"

Chris didn't let him get further. He sat up abruptly, his hand cutting through the air. "I've heard enough." His amber eyes sparked. He wasn't at all amused.

Solaris was a large outpost. Now named 1B - inhabiting the same sector as Luna Mesa, but far from the place Ezra and Vin had been before, floating in the opposite corner of the huge cross section of space.

It also had a satellite military base.

Tekra was hard enough to get in under standard security. This sort of run could border on suicide.

Fenris clicked several times, a distinct sound of displeasure that Ulfs unconsciously made. "Just think of the profit!" he spat out.

Chris could easily hear the implied 'fool' at the end of Fen's statement. He narrowed his gaze, ambers penetrating and certain. He knew how much money they could make. The underground market for Tekra at a place like Solaris would be teeming with buyers. Soldiers starving for a bigger fix, their daily ration no longer enough. The guerilla factions who still fought against the Feds that lurked nearby military compounds, forever with an ear to the ground, hoping for useful intel. They were always looking for a boost. If anyone made it out of service alive - or for whatever reason were booted - one could usually find them near martial outposts of any kind. When you left soldiering you forfeited your right to Tekra. That created a ready niche of needy junkies they'd be sure to find. And of course, any and all else that would frequent a place of Solaris' size would have more than a few interested potential buyers.

Oh, he understood very well the proceeds such a run could bring. Part of him knew exactly what he'd do with his share…

But he knew better. The Sadist, her crew - they weren't worth the risk. Even if it meant they wouldn't have to work again for a good long time to come.

That he was no closer to capitulation was easy to see.

Fenris huffed. "You won't even have to take any of the merchandise aboard. How could it be simpler? Or safer?"

Chris leaned in, glowering at the glowing image. "I'll be burned right along with you and you know it." Feds didn't take the issue of Tekra lightly. Anyone even remotely tainted by it were decisively handled.

"You and your damned stubbornness, Larabee." Fenris' blue eyes clouded a darker indigo, the only indication of his annoyance. Soon they cleared back to their normal turquoise. He smiled. "I'll give you some time." Blue eyes narrowed. "To think it over." Fenris leaned close again, his white, bushy brow knitting at the middle. "You have one hour, old friend."

The holograph hovering in front of Chris blipped to nothing.

He let out a long breath then made himself relax, prying his fingers from the curve of his work station so he could scrub them through his hair and rake down his face.

*******

Nathan made his way down the hall. He shook his head as he walked.

The idea that Chris used to run with Fenris had given him pause. It was clear that others on the crew who hadn't known this before had looked at their captain with a new, speculative gaze - at the very least.

Fenris was the type of individual you called upon if you were seeking the added collateral damage of civvies brought down or wanting the prize and no one left alive to complain about you having it.

From what Nathan could discern, Chris had never been that sort.

He wondered at what had driven the man to team up with Fenris. Could easily guess what had ended their alliance.

Nathan huffed lightly. Life aboard the Sadist was never dull, that was for sure. He just wished that sometimes the surprises that came could actually be pleasant ones.

He rounded the corridor and stopped in front of his destination. Nathan reached out and tapped the door console, knowing the ship's systems would announce who it was asking to be let in.

Within seconds the door opened silently. Nathan ducked inside.

He smiled at the occupants of the room. In one hand he held a plate of luzui plums, the other his medkit. This would be just one of many visits he frequented them with. His chosen routine had him here nearly every day now.

Nathan came to make sure they really were clean. Some of the bugs they'd have been exposed to played dirty. They'd mimic the cells that were supposed to be there, hiding out and biding their time. Then one day something would trip them off and they'd all mutate, springing to horrible life. The unfortunate victim usually succumbed quickly and without much chance for a fight.

Nate was determined to see that didn't happen. If he ran enough tests and kept current on their condition he would likely be able to catch the first signs of a dormant virus blossoming active. Then he could diagnose and treat them. So far they'd all been lucky. He hadn't found a trace of anything suspect.

He also came to offer them some company, break the monotony of their days spent in their cabin. The plums were part of that effort; they had a food replicator in their quarters, but nothing tasted as good as the real thing. Nathan had early discovered they both had a fondness for fresh fruit. He'd made it a point to have on hand thereafter.

It was the least he could do; as close as he could come - for now - to ensuring they had decent treatment while living here aboard the Sadist as Larabee's property.

Ezra dropped the book he was reading, green eyes almost smiling in answer. Vin nodded a greeting. They had been stretched together on the bed, Ezra reclining against the wall, Vin tucked between his legs to lie on his chest. They moved away from one another to sit up, scooting to the edge of the mattress.

Nathan knew JD supplied the books, had used his own means for finding out that both of the newcomers liked to read. Some things just couldn't be replaced, no matter how far technology advanced. Books were one of those. They weren't easy to get; not all that hard to find for smugglers.

He just hoped JD had asked what they might be interested in reading and hadn't just foisted adventure novels on them. Though after so long of being denied, Nate couldn't see where they'd mind, whatever it was JD produced to help keep them entertained.

After they were resettled Nathan handed the plums to Vin then walked around the bed. He drew one of the chairs close so he could start his examination with Ezra, chuckling as he watched two plums disappear into Vin's mouth as Ezra snatched one for himself.

He'd known they'd like the sweet, dark aubergine delicacy.

Vin sat and munched, blue eyes watching the proceedings with interest. Ezra sat, patient and still, allowing Nathan to go about his work. As he did so his keen senses told him a few things.

It smelled of Chris in here. Strong enough and laced with a particular pungency so that Nate knew the visit had been recent - and what had been done during it. He'd never picked up traces of the man before. About time that stubborn and likely terrified jackass pay them some attention.

Nate nodded absently as he watched the readout from one of the scans trip by on the small, hand-held screen. When those ended he started another test running.

One of Buck's blankets was on the bed. It wasn't one of the synthetic thermals that had come to be standard. It was nubbly and soft looking, a faded blue swath of actual fabric that looked damn comfortable. It too held Chris' scent. Nathan stifled a dark grin. He wondered if its presence had anything to do with the stony silence Chris had treated Buck with this morning.

Nathan was nearly finished with Ezra. So far, so good on the test results. He breathed easier when each day passed and they both came out clean. That meant it was more and more unlikely they'd ever show signs of sickness.

He looked at Ezra and smiled. "Almost all done. You look just fine."

Ezra nodded back. "Thank you."

Next he glanced at Vin, meeting blue eyes steadily. Vin always wanted confirmation of his own that Ezra was healthy. Just as Ezra wanted such reassurances about Vin.

The longhaired con bobbed his head, quirk of a smile teasing his lips. He looked away to select another plum.

Silence again settled amongst them. They didn't talk much during Nathan's visits. Very little to say anyway. He asked how they were, if they needed him to bring them anything. They'd answer - and always refuse. Nathan wasn't in a position to be able to offer more. They likely didn't feel they had the right to ask.

But it wasn't uncomfortable or strained. The initial examination had been met with slight resistance. Ezra's green eyes had regarded him suspiciously, Vin being sure to volunteer for everything before Nathan got his hands on Ezra. Nathan didn't know if it was from their history or his being Ss'tze. It would hardly be surprising if it were either. Or both. Whatever it was it had since passed; both men now allowed themselves to be checked without complaint or mistrust.

Nathan held in a derisive snort. Not like after two years of being criminals kept as whores they would think to complain.

Still, the lack of misgiving or hesitance was encouraging. He was glad for it.

Nathan finished his usual battery of tests with Ezra, nodding his satisfaction. Without missing a beat he grabbed the half empty plate of plums and handed them to Ezra, patting the mattress to indicate Vin should move closer. The man slid towards him without argument.

He was about to begin when prickles of warning tingled down his spine. Nathan stilled, trying to figure out what didn't feel right.

Suddenly the world blackened and Nathan knew no more.

*******

Chris sighed sharply. He'd ignored Fen's hail long enough. A terse nod of his head was the only cue JD needed. The holograph signal sprang up in front of him. Chris didn't resist sneering.

Fenris shook his head slowly, finger ticking side to side. Then he smiled. "Your hour is up, old friend." Turquoise eyes glittered. Question was evident in his tone.

Chris shook his head. "No."

There was a silence while Fen waited for more. Perhaps more of a rationale as to why Chris was unwilling. Perhaps the Ulf was allowing Chris these few moments to rescind and agree.

He didn't care what. They could sit here another hour and he still wouldn't oblidge.

Finally Fenris sighed dramatically. "I had feared it would have to come to this."

Amber eyes narrowed. "It has come to nothing." His hackles were bristled, wary shadows firing through him.

Fenris fanned his hand expressively, head tilting. "Which is precisely the issue. I am most disappointed." Blue eyes gleamed, belying the statement. "However, I saw to securing provisions for changing your mind, if need be."

Fen lifted his hand imperiously, long blue fingers snapping. Movement was visible behind him. A crewmember hovered nearby, delivering whatever Fenris had demanded. The thick white brow lifted away from blue eyes. Fen grinned and the brow waggled. He reached over and tugged what he'd asked for close.

Ezra.

Chris gritted his teeth. Fear and rage and violence skittered around under his skin.

"Explain yourself Fen." He could barely spit the words out.

The Ulf smiled. "Incentive, dear old friend."

Long fingers were wrapped tightly around Ezra's upper arm. Green eyes stared straight ahead, as if the man behind was unconcernedly disinterested in the proceedings. The briefest of flickers to meet Chris' ambers told him otherwise. He swallowed quickly, ridding his mouth of the flood of saliva.

If Ezra hadn't already been aboard the Fool, Chris would have ordered JD to fire on it. With everything they had.

He breathed shallowly, voice low and tense with menace. "How did…"

Fenris' free hand lifted to wave him off. "You know I never give away my best secrets. How I got him here certainly qualifies as one of those." He clearly wouldn't offer more.

Chris wracked his brain, trying to figure out how to stall or find some way out of this.

He studied Ezra, amber eyes scouring over the holographic image. Ezra's face was stoic, but Chris knew the man had to already be experiencing a low level of consistent pain from the implanted condeed. The further the Fool traveled, the further Ezra's pain would increase until ultimately the distance would become so great it ended in death.

Fen knew it too.

Amber eyes were mere slits. The arrogant fucker was as good as dead.

Wild, bitter curses chased themselves in circles through the blond's head.

Why hadn't he?..

Chris slammed down on the futile questions. It was too late for that now. His eyes flashed back open, lit with fire. "Incentive for what, exactly?" He wanted to force Fenris to give.

The Ulf outmaneuvered him again. "Ah, good Captain, I think you know." Turquoise depths swirled with satisfaction, certainty and challenge. He inclined his head. Fenris conceded to add, "Do your part and pretty here comes back to you, in as lovely shape as he is now."

A single blue nail bumped delicately along Ezra's face as Fenris spoke.

Chris growled low in his throat, chest tightening to constrict his breathing.

Fenris just grinned, knowing he had the upper hand. He allowed Chris one last look at Ezra, wrapping his fingers to cup around a pale cheek so he could tilt Ezra's head towards the screen. One blue eye winked then abruptly Fen broke communication. His holograph blanked out, leaving Chris' eyes swimming for a moment with dancing dots of color.

Following instinct he called up an external view of the Sadist, wanting to watch the Fool's Gold where she hovered alongside. Chris sat for a moment, eyes distant as he tried to get a handle on what exactly to do.

As if in answer Fenris' ship peeled away, arcing though space in a smooth maneuver. Just out of range from the Sadist it hurled faster, its image distorting to a protracted diagonal, then it disappeared in a burst of light.

Chris stood violently, slashing his hands through the holographic picture of empty space. He paced the bridge to loom over Buck and JD.

He pointed at the tech operator. "Figure out where the hell they went. Right now." His finger punched into the air towards the direction the Fool had gone. "Follow them. And you stay close. I don't care if that means we end up ramming her up the ass when we come out of light speed. Just don't lose her." He stared at Buck, amber eyes hard. "All costs."

He didn't wait to see that his orders were complied. Chris whirled about, finding Josiah's waiting gaze. "See if you can find however it was Fen managed to get on my ship. Tell me as soon as you know."

Normally Chris would stay to help. But he was in no mind for such a thing now, heart hammering erratically, fear and anger a roiling tempest within. He stalked off the bridge without a backward glance, perversely searching for Nathan then relieved not to see him, glad he wasn't there with a ready, half knowing, half accusing stare.

*******

Vin shifted. Strong arms banded tighter. Instantly he subsided, snuggling back closer. He hadn't been intending to leave anyway, needing the contact and comfort just as deeply as the man spooned flush against him.

He was being held, nested against the curves of Chris' body. Steady breathing fanned over his cheek and neck where Chris' face was pressed. Hands were a firm lock at Vin's abdomen, one leg thrown over his from behind where Chris lay.

Vin let his eyes drift open, blues instantly searching for Ezra. A search he knew would be in vain but couldn't prevent himself from indulging.

He'd woken to see Chris bending close, those beautiful amber eyes blazing. Their depths held anger and fear, but Vin also saw the raw concern he was being regarded with, murmurings of tenderness lurking beneath it all. He'd been sprawled on the floor, Nathan not far from him.

Ezra had been nowhere to be found.

Once Chris had been sure he was awake Nathan had been roused next. Chris had asked several short questions, amber eyes still full of concern. Nathan nodded that he was fine, just felt like he'd been asleep too long and had gone down hard, making his body heavy and head heavier. Vin felt the same way.

Neither remembered anything that had happened, couldn't explain how they'd ended up unconscious on the floor. Nate had run a few quick tests, black eyes narrow with concentration. He'd shaken his head slowly. They didn't appear to be any different, but it was clear something had affected them.

The look on Chris' face told Vin that Captain had an idea what it was.

He'd growled a single name, one Nathan reacted to. Fenris.

That's who had Ezra now.

After Nathan had left Chris had stormed around the small room, body tight, face tighter, eyes flashing. Vin had stood watching, his mind in turmoil as he endured the loss of Ezra internally. He wanted to rage right along with Chris but had held it in, not able to fully trust he'd be allowed such leeway with his emotions.

Chris had stopped abruptly, shoulders hunched, back facing Vin. Then he'd spun slowly and walked the few paces between them. Amber eyes were softer, brows knitted together to crease Chris' forehead, dawning realization in the glowing eyes present for Vin to observe. He'd cupped both hands around Vin's face, the long fingers exploring as if seeking a particular answer. Then amber eyes had drifted shut as Chris lowered for the gentlest kiss Vin had ever known from him.

He'd tasted the fear. Could feel that the anger was so much more than simplistic wrath. The kiss whispered away then the hands had traveled down and around. Vin was captured in a close embrace. Chris' hair had tickled his neck when the blond nodded against him.

"We'll get him back. I swear it."

And that had been enough.

The We, so quietly yet firmly rasped under his ear.

Vin's arms had raised of their own accord, tightening to match the intensity of Chris' hold. He'd found himself nodding back.

He'd trembled then, body finally able to physicalize his own fear and rage, hands clenching to fists that pressed into Chris' back.

They'd weaved to the bed and fallen into it, Vin shifting under Chris' lead to end up as they were now. Curled as one, pensive and silent. That seemed hours ago now, the time of waiting and wondering endless, infuriating with its lack of synch.

Vin let his eyes close again. Ezra wasn't lost to him yet. And he wasn't alone.

The comm in the room chirped. JD's voice sounded clear through the small space.

"Chris? Think we've got this figured out… Fen's ship has slowed as well. We'll be catching up to her within the hour."

JD didn't wait for a reply. The comm chirped again, indicating the end of the transmission.

Chris' arms held closer for a beat then he sighed. The long body pulled away from Vin. The mattress tipped when Chris rolled away, jostling some when he stood.

Vin listened to Chris move. Rustling of clothes as they were righted. Dull footsteps that treaded around the bed. When he met waiting amber eyes Chris' face was once again unreadable, all business.

He stifled a sigh and stayed put. He swallowed back his want of knowing more, worked to bury his need to have some role in getting Ezra back - if for no other reason than so he didn't go stark mad cloistered here in this damnable room.

After a moment's hesitation Chris' hand extended. It remained, poised, in the air between them, steady and certain. Vin sat up and took the offering.

Chris pulled him to standing then nodded, amber eyes resolute. The blond tugged at him, head tilting towards the door then broke the hold, turning to march out into the corridor with a determined pace.

Vin followed without hesitation, breath and relief loosening from his chest.

*******

The crew was waiting for him in the conference room. Vin had followed close on his heels. Chris had to force himself not to keep hold of the strong hand as they'd traveled here, worked not to take it again once they were both seated.

The Sadist had come to full stop and was now waiting for further instruction from Fenris. It was clear they were being lead. Clear where they were going as well. They were already more than halfway to Solaris. Chris hated the manipulation. Hated that it looked like he would be helping Fen successfully smuggle that damned Tekra even more.

But he'd had little choice.

When they had all settled back in around the table Chris nodded. "All right. Tell me."

Josiah answered. "We think someone darted in."

Chris raised a brow at that then he shook his head. It didn't surprise him Fen would have such toys.

Darting was a smugglers dream. It had been developed by the Feds to use during surprise insertion maneuvers. Coordinates were mapped then a signal anchor was launched. A small device was worn on the person or persons who were to dart. The signal could be locked upon then interrupted, the person careening through the tiny rift created, following the signal. It was as if a small wormhole had formed, relatively stable, relatively reliable. When the interruption was ended, the person was at the other side. Easy as that.

At least that was the idea.

Darting was damn hard to do, the equipment expensive. It took practice so one didn't send themselves cascading through immovable structures instead of unoccupied space. The physical aftereffects were unpleasant at best: muscle cramps, severe headaches and vertigo, loss of coordination or basic motor function. The Feds were still working to perfect it, as were other entrepreneurial thinkers spread through the galaxies.

But it could still be done.

Chris' interest grew tenfold concerning Fenris' motives. This was a lot of trouble and effort, even if the bounty from the delivered quarry promised to be so great.

JD cleared his throat. "I went back through ship's sensor logs. There was a low-level frequency shift before and after Ezra was taken. But its presence was muted by a high density energy wave." He shrugged. "Neither was anything the computer would take note of to get worried about. But, take them in combination and considering what happened…" He trailed off, letting the answer speak for itself.

Buck picked up the thread. "To further lessen our likelihood of picking up on it, Fen sent whomever over when you guys were talking." He nodded to each of the group in turn. "That being the time when we were all busy making sure nothing about the Sadist could be found out in return." Buck's brow knitted as he muttered, "I always did hate that slimy prick."

Chris nodded slowly, in agreement and in deliberation. An idea was starting to come together in his mind. "Rike still hanging around Solaris?"

Buck's blues rose back up to meet his. Rike was an unscrupulous little fellow who still owed them - big time. He was shifty and completely without compunction, knew a good angle when he saw it and how to work it. The diminutive T`zhen always grumbled when they came to call on him, whining that the favors he did for them took valuable time away from his worthy pursuits of carving out a more plush existence. But his debt to them coupled with his natural tendencies to delight in and savor intrigue made him the perfect middle man for getting what they needed. Last Chris heard Rike was busy grifting on the spaceport that was their destination.

Fen might be in control now, but Chris had a few counter tactics of his own. Ones that, if played right, would eventually turn Fenris' own plans to their benefit.

Buck nodded slowly. "Think he is, Pard. What do you have in mind?"

"That we need to track down a few darters of our own." Amber eyes were fierce.

Josiah shifted, arms crossing over his broad chest. "I'll go."

Chris shot a glare in his direction. "I'm going." His tone was terse at best.

One crystalline eye winked at him. "You'll need help. And you said a few darters, meaning you already have more in mind than just a rescue." Josiah grinned. "I'm the best suited to go in after Ezra. The darting will affect me the least."

"Yeah, that and you could hammer your way off the ship if need be," JD added dryly.

Josiah's grin broadened.

Chris sighed. "Fine." He glanced at Vin then back towards Josiah. "You're right."

He made a quick sketch of his plan, the others adding their input and improvements as their discussion clipped along. Buck and JD would stay on board, as would Nathan and Vin. JD was already busy plotting sensor blocks so the Fool wouldn't detect their darting. Buck was to set up the necessary supplies they'd need so the operation could run as quick and smooth as possible. Nathan would remain in medical in case anyone got hurt. Vin would stay with the medic so Chris could ensure harm wouldn't find blue as well.

They were interrupted when the computer chirped, alerting them to an incoming message. Tension seized Chris, his jaw tightening as his pulse throbbed in his temple. He held in his breath then let it out in a long stream.

When the computer chirped for the fifth time he stood, nodding his wordless prompt, amber eyes hard and determined.

His crew nodded back, capable and dependable and excited for some action. Chris was damn glad to have them. He held back, letting them stream out in front of him. He waited for Vin, looking over his shoulder, amber eyes softening.

Vin's hand caught his. Blue eyes met his and held. Chris gave into an impulse, leaning to brush a kiss across Vin's lips.

He righted abruptly but didn't remove his hand from their shared hold. He shook his head then turned to follow the others onto the bridge. Chris deposited Vin at one of the side consoles, nodding after a moment before loosening his hand so he could cut back across the deck to his command chair.

When he was seated Chris flicked a finger. JD opened the signal. Fenris' waiting face sprung up in front of him.

"Ah, there you are, old friend. I was beginning to worry."

Chris just ground his teeth for an answer.

Ezra was there as well, held close to Fen's side so he was easily seen on the holograph. He was very pale, green eyes shot with red, lines on his face giving away his struggle to exist with the constant pain. Chris wrapped both hands around the arms of the chair, knuckles bright white from the intensity of his hold.

"Just get to the point, Fen." His voice was tight, gritted past his clenched jaw.

All blue eyes glittered, then Fenris lifted a hand, cupping it around Ezra's cheek. Ezra flinched away from Fen's touch. The Ulf grinned at Chris.

"You always did have the eye for the exquisite goods, old friend." Long fingers stroked down Ezra's cheek. "This might be a bauble I become reluctant to part with." Fenris shrugged artlessly, swiveling back to face front again. "We shall see. In time."

Chris didn't resist growling, lips curling to bear his teeth. He'd known why it was Ezra that had been taken. Fenris was exploiting Ezra's worth, would know Chris had paid more than triple Vin's cost to win Ezra. That standard alone would make Ezra the more fetching prize to Fen's mercenary shrewdness.

Fenris only smiled. "Now is the time for you to do your part. I shall do mine." Blue eyes sparkled. "Fair's fair, after all." He winked. "Just follow my lead. As I said, it's really quite simple."

They stared at one another for a long moment then Fen's signal cut off.

Chris shut his eyes and clenched them tight. Then he sat up straighter, shoulders and jaw set. "JD?"

Dark eyes met his.

Chris waved a hand. "Go ahead and prepare the ship's coupling beam so we can tow her when it's time." He swiveled. "Buck?"

"Already setting us into motion, Pard. We'll be in position in less than five, following Fen's coordinates." Sure fingers flew over Buck's controls.

He nodded. "Good."

Chris looked at Vin. Blue eyes were active, ready. He stood slowly and moved back across the bridge, their locked gaze never faltering. He settled in at the workstation next to Vin and sent out a call to Rike. Getting darters would be just the start of what he needed.

*******

Chris watched as the credits were all dumped into his account. He'd made his conditions explicit. He'd be taking Ezra and the proceeds from this forced run.

Blue eyes hated him, turned to him now that the credit transaction was complete. Chris leaned over and hit a series of keys, locking his account down after verifying Fenris had actually transferred the funds.

Chris shook his head slowly and tsked. "You should have left well enough alone, Fen. You know I've always hated having someone force my hand."

The Ulf didn't answer. Chris didn't care. This revenge was more than enough to satisfy. They both knew he'd emerged the victor; most importantly, Ezra was safe, back on the Sadist.

For good, Chris promised himself.

Fenris snarled. "Don't you have something to return?"

"That was the bargain," Chris answered carelessly. Again he loomed over Fen, fingers active on the keys.

The plan had worked to near perfection. Its plot was simplistic, but really, that was the best. The more straightforward the less opportunity for fuck ups.

The attempted rescue of Ezra had been all red herring. Chris had gambled there would be guards or at the least some sort of alarm that would send the ship into mild chaos so the actual work could be done.

While Josiah had kept most of Fen's crew busy - using them as punching bags and allowing them moments of hope that they could overcome the Pakarian - Chris had been searching.

Finding the Tekra had been laughably easy. For all Fenris' oozing charms during negotiations, the Ulf had never been a creative thinker when it came to the real mess of subterfuge. It could be argued that Fen had managed a place of concealment no ordinary civvy - or Fed sweep - would look. But Chris was neither.

Fen should have been smart enough to find a better stash hold as soon as he'd blackmailed Chris into the job.

Next he'd darted back to the Sadist, Tekra in tow. Chris had been lucky. A year's supply fit into a sealed and protected carton roughly half his size, making it possible to use the darter for transport. He'd found it in that exact condition. Just another gamble he'd been willing to risk.

Buck had been waiting, the small crates they were going to break the Tekra down into already in the cargo bay. Chris had nodded with satisfaction then he'd turned around and darted right back.

That had been the plan's greatest vulnerability. Chris knew that if Fen had any chance at all of bettering him it would have happened then. But the aftereffects of the darting, though weighing him, were still managable enough to be shaken off. No one seemed the wiser to his presence.

Or the fake Tekra he'd stuffed back into the hidden compartment.

Josiah had surrendered then, making it look like he couldn't maintain the fight. Josiah had darted back without Ezra. In reality Chris had sent a signal, indicating the job was done and successful and to get the hell out... all to further the illusion that Fen still had the upperhand.

That had been hardest part for Chris. A pretend rescue all in the name of diversion. But he'd vowed Ezra wouldn't be living with the despair of its intended failure long.

Josiah hadn't been back aboard a minute when Fen had hailed. Chris had endured being admonished condescendingly, had allowed the Ulf's gloating to run unchecked. Fen had reminded him their arrangement had been for the transport of Chris' goods coming once Fenris had successfully delivered his. Chris had subsided and agreed.

Then they'd all waited. Chris and Vin had sat together, close, the rest of the crew scattered at their stations on the bridge. It had been good for him to have Vin there, easier to be within foreign, useless feeling passivity the stage of events they'd arrived at necessitated.

Long minutes passed, the crew coiled in anxious silence. Part ready to leap into action should the plan fall apart at any moment; part buzzed anticipation of success.

Fen had hailed again. Just as Chris had expected. The junk had been delivered - and paid for - and that's when Fenris learned of Chris' fait accompli.

Why neither Fen nor the buyer had checked the stuff during the transaction wasn't Chris' concern. Still, he couldn't help feeling grateful they were both so deluded by their own hubris to have thought it unnecessary.

Fen had offered Ezra back - no strings attached - and much more if Chris would reveal the whereabouts of the Tekra. Rike had found out who the buyer was and it had explained a lot about Fenris' motives and desperation. Grenta Moor was quite the heavy in this sector, presiding over an underground space mafia that had its tentacles in nearly everything of profit. She was ruthless and cold as the poison blood that swam in her Telerii veins. Fen had played too fast and too loose with her, pissing her off while racking up a nearly insurmountable debt. Delivering the Tekra was the mark Grenta had called in. If Fenris made good, most of the debt would be cleared.

The Telerii had already contacted Fen, demanded the real thing be produced or Fenris would be the one to pay. And not in credits returned or extorted to a greater price. This payment would be exacted out of Fen's own hide. For whatever reason this did not appeal to the Ulf... so Chris had agreed mildly, stating conditions they both knew Fenris couldn't refuse.

Now he was once again aboard the Fool. First Josiah had escorted Ezra back to the Sadist, where Nate and Vin were waiting. Nathan to make sure green eyes was unharmed; Vin because it allowed Chris to prove himself good on his promise to get Ezra back.

Chris also knew they'd feel unable to be anywhere else. That it'd be best for Ezra to come back having Vin immediately there, that it was just what blue needed after the long wait. A bitter part of him had whispered that they wouldn't want him intruding on their first reunion anyway.

"How many crates?"

Ambers narrowed back down as Chris refocused on Fenris.

The Ulf clicked several times. "Did you not say there would be four crates?"

Chris smiled coldly. "There are four. Total."

Fenris' blue eyes darkened considerably. "My men have found only three at the coordinates you specified." His fist slammed down onto the desktop as he pushed up to stand, long arms vibrating with suppressed violence, harsh panic near reeking. "Where is that fourth crate?" Fen screeched.

Gone were Fen's dulcet tones and pleasantly seductive manner. He was out of time, clearly at his wit's end. Chris didn't prevent his pleased smirk at seeing it.

In answer to the strangled demand he merely shrugged. "I'll tell you that from the Sadist."

Fen glowered, mouth opening.

"Do you want the stuff or not," Chris asked, tone sharp and domineering. They both understood he wouldn't be careless enough to be left without a safeguard.

Instantly Fenris reacted, lipless mouth spreading in a placating smile, his long form folding back down into his chair, hands opening towards Chris. He nodded. "Of course. How… gauche of me."

Fen's fingers moved over the console. Chris was aware that whatever lockouts and preventative measures the Ulf had implemented to keep him aboard and his crew off were being removed. The blond didn't linger, though he wouldn't have minded savoring this moment a bit longer. But time and his plan didn't permit, so he stayed course. He knew that as soon as he was gone Fenris would check those crates. The blue bastard might be too arrogant by half, but after the fiasco endured today Fen wouldn't be making the same mistake twice.

Chris planned to be off this ship before it was discovered that the crates were empty, the Tekra already sold, spread throughout Solaris to other interested parties Rike had put him in contact with.

He chuckled darkly, cryptically. Fen had been right about one thing. It had been a most profitable trip. Selling the same Tekra twice would have been sweet enough; doing it at Fen's ultimate expense was all the better.

Blue eyes watched him warily, measuring with bluster but tinged with defeat.

"Pleasure doing business, old friend," Chris sneered.

Grenta Moor, now on the verge of being doubly swindled, was ensured to have given the Ulf no better treatment than Chris had envisioned. But he wasn't about to let someone else feast at his pound of flesh.

Chris held up a sealed capsule of Tekra and grinned evilly. He crushed it in his hand at the same time he initiated the darter he'd worn concealed at the small of his back, hidden beneath his long coat.

The last thing he saw was Fenris' blue eyes rounding huge, the vengeful Ulfin curse that was unleashed ringing in his ears.

Chris crumpled on the deck of the Sadist, curling as his muscles cramped and twitched, unconsciousness already stealing him. Darting again hadn't been a good idea, but it had been worth the cost.

*******

Chris stroked Ezra's wrist slowly. It was wrapped around him from behind, Ezra's arm dangling across his chest. He stared at Vin, handsome face pillowed on his upper arm. The sleeping man finally looking relaxed after their shared ordeal of losing Ezra.

He'd recovered from the darting, coming to in the medic ward. His crew had been there waiting, eyes alert and concerned, the group shrouded in pensive silence. Vin and Ezra were there as well, green eyes leaning against blue where they rested on the bed next to his. Chris had pushed up within moments of waking, ignoring the lurching feeling that spiked into his head from the action so he could have a good look at Ezra with his own eyes - no holographs, no tricks, just the man he'd been desperate to have with him again. Reassurances he needed so badly.

That accomplished he'd thudded right back onto the cot, head ringing and waves of nausea wracking through him. It was a while longer before he was able to even budge again.

When he had he'd sat up gingerly, taking movements by increments as he allowed his body to adjust little by little. Pressure at his neck and a low hiss filtered into his throbbing brain, then his body finally began to stabalize. He hadn't cared what Nathan had dosed him with. Chris had just been glad to be rid of the darting sickness.

Without his prompting Nathan had briefed him on Ezra's condition, saying that green eyes just needed some rest but would otherwise be all right. Chris hadn't allowed himself second thoughts then - he'd ordered the disablement of the pain/punishment from the condeeds. The medic hadn't commented and neither had Vin or Ezra. Chris let it be, not wanting to be forced into explaining he'd been told it was possible but had been unwilling to let it happen.

There was no explaining why he hadn't anyway… at least not in rational terms.

Instead he'd stood by the narrow cot they were both sitting on and asked Nathan if it could be done. As if it was his idea to be tried out. Black eyes had admonished but Nate didn't give him away. Chris knew his readiness to have it happen now was enough for his medic, even if it didn't make up for all that had happened... circumstances preventable if he'd only given in and agreed.

He'd hovered, watching Nathan work, muttering darkly that he could ill afford either of them being used against him again. Despite having paid off the right people to expunge his name from the record of deed sale he was still ultimately responsible for maintaining ownership over Ezra and Vin. If they died while in his keeping, fine - but he'd have to meet the surcharges and produce their condeeds. And there was still their yearly reup to contend with. Eliminating the immediate and sure threat of death should they be taken again was just a precaution, saving him from unwelcome vulnerability.

Chris knew his weakness for them went much deeper than that. He just wasn't ready or willing to admit it.

Buck had filled him in on the fate of the Fool's Gold as he'd observed the delicate procedure being performed. She hadn't lasted long once port sensors had picked up the Tekra he'd purposefully exposed. Fen had been questioned by a FedAgent, the incentive of generous bonuses and commendations likely making him all the more zealous in his pursuit. Chris was certain the interrogation had not been pleasant.

Not that he could give a flying fuck.

The darting had prevented any physical trace being made back to the Sadist. JD had taken care of the rest. No one would be able to put his ship and crew together with the Fool's contraband with any substantiation, regardless of what details Fenris may have provided during his last hours.

When Buck had told him what there was to know Chris would have seen to more, but Josiah had stopped him. The Pakarian had told him to go and see to getting some rest instead, that the remaining crew could all handle the matters so mundane as the Fed's breathing down their necks for the next several hours. He'd known Josiah was right.

He'd even conceded it without argument.

He'd walked Ezra and Vin back here, to their cabin. They'd stripped down and joined him in the bed, ready for whatever his request even after all that had happened. Chris hadn't wanted it that way. Instead he'd wordlessly drawn Ezra close, waited for Vin to mirror his position on the other side of green eyes' exhausted form. He'd murmured a fragile I'm sorry in a language he hoped they didn't recognize.

How long they'd lain like that he didn't know. He just knew how damned right it felt to have again. What a relief it was that it was back.

To his surprise Ezra had initiated more. Soft kisses and seeking hands that had quickly changed to hungry mouths and greedy fingers. He'd waited, passive for a time, allowing Ezra and Vin to explore one another without his interference as they physically reassured and reaffirmed. His inclusion came quicker than he'd hoped; he'd fallen into their beckoning arms with a rivaling urgency. Once the quaking need had been met they'd subsided again, spent and closely entwined.

As they were still.

Chris mulled over the proceeds the job had brought him. Even with the equitable split he'd made between his crew after the general expenses fund had been bolstered there was a considerable amount for each of them. Again the idea of what to do with his share niggled. It was something he'd have to give further thought to, a matter that would have to be handled with precision.

Right now he was in no mood for mentally pursuing such minutia, didn't have the clarity of thought to do such besides. He pushed the idea away to be delved into at a later time.

Chris reached out with tentative fingers, smoothing them down Vin's face, rounding over a lightly stubbled chin, then over the lax column of neck so they rested over the steady heartbeat that pulsed under bronzed skin. When Vin's only reaction was to nuzzle closer he let his fingers remain, lulled and comforted by the contact against the warm flesh.

His other hand idling with Ezra's wrist circled it and held tight. The closer hold allowed him to feel the answering thrum that syncopated to Vin's, soothing him further with its echoing proof.

Chris felt himself drift and he let it in, easily answering the dark, beckoning call of sleep.

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