DISCLAIMER: oopsy. If forgot to add this when I first put this story up, so I'll add it now. Voyager and her crew belong to Paramount. The aliens and story are mine!
SUMMARY: Paris and Torres are kiddnapped and forced to undergo strange experiments. Rated PG for violence.

B'Elanna Torres woke to the feeling of aching muscles. Four days of sleeping on a metal bed was taking it's tole on her body as well as her morale.
She slowly opened her eyes, and stared around the small room that was hers for the long days of her capture.
Four days ago, she was taken from Voyager by a strange alien race that refused to identify itself. Her captors never shown themselves to her even when she was fed. The food was pushed through a narrow opening on the bottom of the door. She was looking at that slot now, waiting for the food with longing. As she stared at the slot, her mind wandered back to the day Voyager came across the strange dark ship. It appeared to have been drifting, but when they got closer, they had been hailed by the ship.
What had appeared on the screen was nothing, but glowing green eyes. The bridge of the ship was dark. No lights shined on the ship. They could make nothing of the aliens, except the glowing eyes. B'Elanna had believed that was all the creatures were was eyes.
Torres had been on the bridge on that fateful day. She had began to regrete it.
The aliens had never stated that they were going to be hostile. They just stared at the bridge crew for what seemed like an eternity. After five minutes had passed, the eyes vanished and Voyager was suddenly hit. The ship jerked to its side, but quickly righted itself.
Captain Janeway was about to order a return fire when she, B'Elanna, found herself in what seemed to her a dark hole. She tapped her commbadge, and called the captain. All she recieved was static.
For the first ten minutes she had wandered around the darkness, and found she was in a small room. She bumped her knees against metal, and ran her hands over the coldness. She learned from that that she had found a bed.
Well, at least it's not the floor, she had thought to herself.
Now, it really didn't matter. The floor or the bed was about the same: cold and hard.
A scraping sound brought her back to reality. She blinked and stared at the slot. Her eyes had gotten used to the darkness after three hours on the first day of her arrival here. She saw that it was the same as yesterday: a small furry creature, and water to wash it down.
At this point, she thought, bread would be caviar.
She slid off the metal bed, and crawled over to the food. She picked up the small creature, that fit in the palm of her hand, and took a bite. It tasted as bland as the first time she tasted it, but it was better than nothing. She gobbled the rest of it down, and drank the water.
Torres did not know why the aliens had taken her. She even asked the first time she heard the now familiar scraping sound. She had shouted her question, but had not recieved an answer. She didn't get one when she asked again or the third time. She had given up on the second day of her capture. She began to believe that the aliens did not have mouths or vocal cords to talk. Either that or talking to their prisoners was not high on their list of things to do.
As she sat on the floor, her mind wandered until she remembered that she was taken to another room. She had faintly heard the quiet hum of the ship's engines, and for a strange moment, she felt comfort. Then she had seen the glowing green eyes hover over her. She had asked again why they held her prisoner, and again, she recieved no answer.
Torres then suddenly remembered that she had felt something prick her skin. She unconsciously rubbed her arm as she realized that they had taken some fluid from her. Now, she wanted to know more than ever why they had kidnapped her.
She leapt to her feet, banged on the door, and shouted, "Why have you kidnapped me! What do you want! Answer me, dammit!"
"Will you shut up?!" a voice shouted back, "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Torres stopped cold. She was surprised that there was anyone else being held prisoner. She also did not know that the walls were thin. Either that, or Tom Paris had a bigger mouth than she had first thought. At least I'm not alone, Torres thought as she smiled.

Captain Kathryn Janeway stared at the blank view screen that seemed to be taunting her. They had lost the dark ship's trail yesterday afternoon. They had scanned the area six times, and found nothing. She could not understand hot they could loose the ship.
"Where could they be?" Janeway whispered, "How could they just disappear?"
Janeway decided to continue in the direction they were going in hopes of finding something that told them of the strange ship.
"Keep scanning for any inhabitable planets, and for that ship's signature."
She heard the faint sound of the consoles as Lt. Commander Tuvok and Ensign Harry Kim tapped away.
Serveral minutes later, Kim spoke up, "There's a small habitable planet five days from here bearing one-seven-four mark two."
"Any sign of the ship?" Janeway asked.
"There's a weak signature. It could be hours or days old," Tuvok answered.
"Let's check it out," the captain said, "Set the course for the planet, warp eight."
Janeway took her place in her chair, and whispered to Commander Chakotey, "We'll find them."

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