with_discipline | 025

Doctor Hix wishes me...to use the dark arts.

I-I can't.

You can. And you will.

I don't want to do this. It's not g-

...Please. You understand, don't you? You can't force people to use dark magic, T'Pol.

Warden T'Pol. [He repeats it as if reminding himself.] Warden T'Pol.

[After a short pause] I think this is a conversation we should continue in person, Severus. I'll be there shortly.

W-what?

N-no! No, T'Pol, we don't need to continue this in person! We don't!

...

T'Pol? T'Pol?!

[He clicks off the voice system.]

Edited 2010-01-09 23:59 (UTC)

[She usually got some vague amusement out of his terror, as if it was some penance for all the times humans had left her terrified. She was a little less certain this time, given the strangeness on the Barge - but that didn't mean she'd allow him to continue hiding in his room. No, not his room, he'd be in the infirmary. THAT gave her pause, and her pace slowed. McCoy had been acting strange, but that didn't change her dislike for the infirmary. It was worse than Phlox's sickbay. Still, that was where she headed, jaw set.]

[Severus, in a fit of panic, had clicked off the voice recorder and decided to try and make a run for his room. Perhaps he could barricade the door...some of the people were acting strangely, and he'd heard whispers. Perhaps they could help him. Maybe they could keep her away from him. He just had to keep her out long enough to allow the cavalry to come to his aid.

Anything was better than what he suspected she would do to him if she caught him.

He turned down a corridor and spotted her; he let out a low, terrified moan, and looked around for another escape route. She'd catch him in the infirmary.]

Severus. [His name was practically barked, and T'Pol quickened her pace again. She wasn't concerned with his escape; he was only human.]

Come with me.

[He'd delayed too long. There was nowhere to run. He tried backing away, his hands up defensively.]

T'Pol, now, now, l-listen...I was th-thinking and perhaps you could...that maybe I...that is...

[He hit a wall and gasped.]

[His stuttering was surprisingly irritating, but she'd learned that when they first met. Face remaining blank, she continued to advance, a little disgusted with how he'd managed to back himself into a wall already.]

Perhaps I could what, Severus? [She reached for his arm, guiding him - more like pulling him - toward the stairs, heading for his room.]

[His instinct to flee kicked in at last, and he began to struggle against her grip on his arm. He didn't have his wand to aid in his escape, but he had some instinct for self-preservation.]

No! T'Pol, don't. Please!

Quiet. [She toyed with the idea of knocking him out and carrying him to his room, and eyed the juncture between neck and shoulder. But he should be able to walk to his room under his own power. She certainly didn't want to deal with his whimpering.] Let's go.

[Seeing her attention to his neck only elicited another string of objections. He jerked backward suddenly, despite the strain on his arm, and began begging anew.]

Don't make me! T'Pol, I can't, you know I can't perform what he wants. You know I can't. Stop!

Enough, [and it was almost a growl. His pulling barely registered, but it did annoy, as did keeping hold of thatannoyance. T'Pol pushed him against the nearest wall, forearm against his chest to keep him from from moving.]

We both know that you're more than capable of it. [She pressed her fingers against his face, jaw, cheek, temple, and pushed into his mind.]

[He tried to block her out - and in another time, he might have done it. Somewhere, there was a Severus Snape who had learned occlumency. It wasn't this one, however, and his memories and thoughts came with hardly any fight at all.

His jaw went slack and his eyes unfocused.]

[T'Pol didn't spare him, didn't bother to make it easy. She rooted through his thoughts, his memories and fears, dredging up unpleasant schooldays on her way to do one thing: implant the persuasion to go and help Dr. Hix. If he'd only listen, it would be so much smoother. But after the meld with Sam - and Nero - she intended to take advantage of a normal meld.]

[He was unable to focus on any one memory, to fight the swell of thoughts, and after a moment - with a surge of resentment - he allowed it to happen. He allowed the persuasion take root in his mind to go see Hix when it ended. If it ended.

He began to feel anxious, however, when thoughts of the supposed revolution - the one inspired by the flood - came forward.]

[Perhaps not so normal after all. Sharply, T'Pol latched onto that thought, dragging it into the proverbial light. The meld with Sam had given her a list of people who thought themselves unaffected - she wondered if this was the same group, bent on some desperate bid for freedom. She didn't want Severus getting caught up in that, after all.]

[There were no names - just fleeting snatches of conversation, of witnessed writing in journals. He had deliberately avoided looking at the names of the authors. He hadn't wanted to get involved.]

[She had to admit to herself that he may be smarter than she gave him credit for. Satisfied, T'Pol pulled back, stirring memories as she did so, leaving his thoughts churned by the time her hand dropped from his face.]

Doctor Hix requires your assistance, [she prompted quietly.]

[His legs gave out from under him, and he slid down the wall. He spoke quietly, tiredly.]

I'll go.

[With a glance around to make sure she hadn't been snuck up on during the meld, T'Pol took a step back before looking down at him.]

Yes, you will.

[She turned on her heel, walking sharply down the hall, away from the pathetic inmate she'd been unfortunate enough to have assigned.]

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