Gee, can you guess who this is gonna be about?! Well, I'm gonna attempt to write a certain someone's entrance into the Harem, so sit back, and enjoy!!!

A shy quiet Rose, or is she?!? A Spy among us!!!!!!

It was a dark and stormy night on the Planet known as Doom. However, as everyone knows, it is always dark and stormy, no matter what time of day it is, when you live on Doom, the planet of endless night. Doom was generally not a happy place, ruled by an oppress ruler, with an iron fist. But yet, some
rays of sunshine still manage to find it's way into the dark, foreboding castle, where the crown prince's harem was stationed.
A quiet, blonde walked away from Prince Lotor's bed chambers, hefting a
large musical instrument, that was almost as long as her entire body length.
It looked to be a combination of a cello, piano, bagpipes, and flute. It had
no name, for the girl had just invented it a few days ago, citing her favorite
welding phrase, "Have blow torch will travel." She breathed a deep sigh of
relief, that Lotor had merely wanted her to play some romantic music, while he
entertained several of his scribes that evening. She blushed from head to toe,
remembering some of the stuff, those three had started to do! She couldn't
help feeling wistful, and a bit envious that she had not been among them, but
she quickly shook her head to clear those errant thoughts.
"Rosemary!!!" She chided to yourself. "You're not here for a vacation!!
This is business!! Purely business!!!" But yet, when she passed by Tammysan's
room, and heard the sensual sounds she and Gojorn were making, she couldn't
help wishing it was something MORE!!!!!
Her job here, is to be the Harem Musician, Ethnomusicologist if you will.
She came here to study Drule Music, which like most Drule customs, not much
was known about. They seemed to like to keep their customs, their arts, their
culture very private. It seemed only what the other Galactic Nations
considered Barbaric practices of the Drule Empire, were known widespread. That
Drule harem girl, Samara was it? Seemed to get especially upset, whenever she
mentioned this. So, she was here to spread the word on their musical
diversities.
Or so, that was what her cover said. In actuality, she was a spy, a
plant. Her background in music, helped to insinuate her place into the Harem
fold, along with her antisocial skills, where she tended to fade into the
corner. Though the other girls were friendly, and kept trying to drag her out
of her corner, make her part of their wacky family. Moonsilk and Michelle had
even given her another harem job, being the host of their tv talk show. That
was terrifying, for another reason besides Stage Fright.
She was worried that someone would see her, and blow her cover!!! For, you
see, she was part of the X-files division. She had been stationed in Lotor's
harem by her commanding officers, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, to gather alien
information, technology, and what not, but also on alien abduction of females.
Mulder could not believe these females were willingly being part of a harem.
She didn't think he would believe her, after her reports, but she didn't
believe these Scribes could put on such a convincing act!!!! Her other, extra,
extra secret mission, given to her by Mulder, was to get the Scribe known as
Dom's autograph. She had express orders to never tell Scully about that!!!!
Rosemary wondered how long she would have to stay here. She feared if she
stayed here too long, she would never want to leave, and become an active
Harem participant, brandishing whipcream and paddles, eagerly leaping ontop of
Lotor, and even getting several man slaves of her own!!! "Now that would be
something!!" She said, with a cheeky grin. Then blushed. "Oh no!!! This place
is starting to get to me already!!!" She breathed in and out, trying to get
her center back. "Can't give in! Must stay focus!!!" Lotor's smiling face
appeared in her mind, and she melted. But just as quickly, she stiffened. "I
need some lemonade!! With a stiff shot of vodka!!!!"
She went off to the bar, thinking how it had been a few weeks since she
had reported in. But, when they had emptied out her corner, giving her a small
room, some of her stuff had been lost, among them, a tiny transistor radio,
which she used to make her reports. She was given a new one to replace the one
lost, but it was a regular ole' radio, tuned into Z1000! She sighed
dejectedly, into her drink, wondering what to do. She'd sure love to be able
to go back and check her corner for that radio! But the one who had taken over
her corner, guarded it jealously, and wouldn't even talk, not even one lousy,
"Get lost!!!!" for fear that she would have to participate, and give up her
corner, for talking. Rosemary sighed another deep sigh, and Steph asked her,
"Got troubles? Man problems, family problems, or something else?"
"Something else...." Rosemary mumbled.
"Wanna talk about it?" The bartender asked, curious. This was the first
actual conversation she had had with the girl.
Rosemary debated, thinking...."Well, I could give her an edited
version...."
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To Be Continued, maybe!!! Feel free to add if you want!!!
Michelle
Mistress of Exclamation Points!!!!!!!!

*Author's note: I wasn't sure what color Rosemary's hair is, so I went with blonde. It'll be change for future stories, if she tells me it's not that color. Ja!!!

Part Two: Your Call Has Been Permanently Disconnected.....

Rosemary sat glumly at the bar, her finger making lazy circles in the
onion dip. She was seriously depressed over her situation, and had hoped
getting drunk would make her forget, at least temporarily. She snuck a glance
at Steph, debating what to say. The girl had offered the use of a sympathetic
ear. Surely she could tell her something, maybe the feelings she was getting
for the Dark Prince......."That settles it!" Rosemary thought to herself.
"Steph's a Scribe, so she'll understand lusting for Lotor!!" Out loud, she
said hesitantly. "Say Steph.....I need to unload, and if you still wanna hear
it, I'm ready to share."
Steph turned around, and a slight gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes
widened in shock. "What?!?" Rosemary asked, curious. She hadn't even begin to
give the pretty bartender her tale of woe, edited of course, for it was highly
classified information. Rosemary was no fool! Zarkon could have her executed
for high treason, if he knew she was a spy!!!
And on that thought, whose voice should she hear, then ole' fish face
himself!!! "Hello my dears...." and Rosemary could feel his eyes boring into
her back. She just knew he had to be wearing his all too familiar leer, with
lustfilled eyes. She sincerely hoped he was not in his boxers, or even worse
naked!!! "How would you two lovely ladies feel about joining me for a
threesome?" His tone of voice made it clear it was not an invitation, but an
order. "I'm so in the mood for blonde haired company!" and he left out an evil
chuckle.
Rosemary continued to stare at Steph's pale face, sure her's matched her
in that odd shade of white. She tried to say something, but her words just
came out a strangled gasp.
Zarkon frowned, displeased at their almost nonexistent reactions. Sure he
liked them to cower in fear of him, but he wanted that to happen after he
broke their spirits! Where was the snappy remarks, the desperate ploys for
escape?! This was almost too easy........ "Turn around, so I can see your
face." He said to Rosemary. She didn't move, and he angrily grasped her
shoulders.
Her blood turned cold, when she felt his hard, scaly, clammy hands,
taking hold of her shoulders. As he slowly began to turn her around, she began
to desperately try to think of a plan of action......what was it they taught
her in training....Oh yes!!!
Just as he was about to be face to face with her, Rosemary snapped into
action. "Kii-yah!!!!" She shouted, bringing her knee up fast and hard, right
into his groin, stunning him, but only slightly. He had come well prepared
this time, wearing not one but THREE jock straps!! But before he could
resecure his grip on her, she brought her arms up, then wrench them away from
her body, throwing his arms off her as well. "What the fu&%^!?!" he exclaimed,
in shock. "Hee-yah!!!" She cried, grabbing ahold of his hand, moving into his
embrace, or so it seemed. She threw him across the room, in a special jujitsu
hold.
"Amazing!!" Steph murmured, in appreciation.
"Arigato!!" Rosemary said, turning to face her. Big mistake, for it left
her back wide open. Her left arm was wrenched behind her back, causing her to
cry out in pain. She was pulled up against Zarkon's body, and he gripped her
blonde hair in his free hand, ready to yank her face up, so he could see who
this tigress was. But he didn't count on her hair being a wig, and when he
pulled on it, it fell off, causing him quite a shock! He let go of her, and
Rosemary leapt away from his body, just as Steph came around the bar, and hit
him in the back of his head with a bottle of brandy!!!!
They watched in grim satisfaction, as he body hit the ground with a loud
thud. "Boy, that was close!!!!!" Rosemary said, shaking out her long black
hair. "Each encounter I have with ole' fish face gets more and more nerve
wracking!!!"
"Yes.....I thought you're hair was a different color!" Steph said,
staring at the wig clutched in Zarkon's hand. "Um, why were you wearing a wig,
anyway!?!"
Rosemary blushed slightly. "Well ever since the Springer show, when
he uh, was making demands of me, he's been on the lookout for me. Plus he's
still mad over the time I conked him on the head for goosing me when I slept
peacefully in my corner!!!" She turned an even darker shade. "So I thought to
avoid him, by wearing a wig."
"Bad color choice!!" Steph said. "Zarkon has been on the prowl for a
blonde bed companion for quite some time now!!! Ever since he remembered that
*dream* where a blonde girl called him "Beloved" in Drule, was really not a
dream, he has been desperate to discover who that girl really was!!! Lucky for
Tammy, that he hasn't been successful yet!!"
"Yes, that poor girl has been through more than enough with fishface!!"
Rosemary agreed. "He seems to have a radar when it comes to her!!!"
"And so it seems, to you as well!!" Steph added. "Now he'll be on the hunt
for two *blondes*. Good thing he didn't see your face just now!!"
Rosemary let out a chuckle of uneasy laughter. Then she wrinkled her
noise in distaste. "Ugh!! The combination of his body odor, and all that
brandy makes for a toxic smell!!!"
"I agree!!" Steph said, holding her nose. "We better get him to Sarah's
office before he comes too......" And the two girls went off to look for
Cossack and some of the other Scribe friendly guards to carry the unconscious
tyrant away.
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Later on that night, when not a creature was stirring, not even the palace
guards, Rosemary crept throughout the castle, outfitted in a sleek navy blue
catsuit, her hair bound up in a long braid. She slinked from shadow to shadow,
barely breathing, as she headed towards her destination, Doom's Castle Control
Room!
She reached it in no time, as there was no one around to interfere. She
cautiously poked her head into the room, taking a survey of her surroundings.
That girl, was her name Jessie, and two other workers were fast asleep in
front of their monitors, a gray skinned man, snoring loudly. She smiled
craftily, knowing the sleeping pills she had snuck into their food had done
their job well.
She went on in, her feet making no sound, as she turned her attention to
the communications center. She fumbled with some switches, trying to tune in
the right frequency to the Planet Earth...she started to dial the old number
in Vancouver, when she remembered headquarters had moved back to California.
"That was when all my troubles began..." she thought darkly.
An assortment of beeps and numbers came out of the speakers, as her call
was placed. A smiling secretary's face appeared on the view screen. "Enter
your ID code now." the robotic maid ordered. Rosemary complied, typing in a
series of a numbers and letters. "Now say your password please." "The Truth is
Out There...." Rosemary said, rolling her eyes. "So you better run for your
lives!!!" "Voice pattern recognized, transmission accepted. Agent Rosemary,
please state your contacts name."
"Chris Carter." Rosemary answered. "Patching you through......." The
Robot disappeared, and Agent Carter appeared in her place. "Agent Rosemary,
it's about time you check in!!" He frowned. "What have I said about view
screen communications?! We don't have it in the budget for this kind of
expense!!!"
"Right." she sneered. "Just like you didn't have it in the budget to give
me my own cell phone!! Just that lousy piece of junk radio!!!"
"Don't take that tone with me, young lady!!" Carter snapped. "I am still
your superior, and don't you forget it!!"
She just made a face at him in response.
Carter steepled his hands together, his brow furrowed, and he leaned
forward eagerly. "Well?"
"Well what?!" Rosemary asked.
"Are the conditions.....suitable to what I specified?"
"Well, yes.....Almost too perfect." She frowned, and decided to come
straight to the point. "I've spent more than enough time here, investigating
the several assignments given to me."
"And we appreciate all that you've done." He interrupted her.
"Well, you should! I think I have gotten all the information and evidence
you and Mulder need!" She grinned. "However, you can show your appreciation by
beaming me out of here!"
"Sorry can't do that." Carter replied.
"What?!?" She sputtered.
"We don't have that in the budget right now!!" He replied.
"I don't believe this!!!" She shouted, forgetting to be quiet. "What the
hell happened to that lousy Star Trek Technology contraption the Space Travel
Division invented?!?"
"It broke." He stated flatly. "They had to cut some corner's because of
the budget, and used cheap parts, and it went Kaboom."
"Kaboom?" She asked.
"Kaboom." He repeated.
"Great, just great!!" Rosemary sighed. "So what does that mean?"
"It means you'll have to stay on Doom for quite a while." He smiled.
"Think of it as a working vacation....you can double check all your facts,
triple check even, and gather even more information!"
"Why you, no good, lousy, cheap son of a....." She said, too angry to
continue.
He chose to ignore her fury. "And one more thing....don't call me on this
line again. it's too risky. Stick to the transistor radio....."
"But it was......" She said, but the screen went blank before she could
finish. "lost....." she finished hopelessly. "I'm sorry, but your call has
been disconnected..." the nasally voice of the operator said, repeating it
over and over again. Rosemary slammed her fist down on the control panel,
hanging up the com. With a muffled sob, she ran off to her room, to have a
good cry, and to try to get some sleep.........

To Be Continued By A Special *Guest* Writer!!
Michelle
Mistress of Exclamation Points!!!!!
*Author's Note: Yes, this was the fic, that part of it got rewritten,
due to the blown out fuse. SIGH

Rosemary--Tale of the Mixed Up Agent or The Truth Is Out There...Somewhere?

Rosemary angrily paced the pale pink carpeted floor of the room assigned
to her. A night's rest had done nothing to quell her emotions, in fact it had
increased her anger, for her dreams had been filled with the leering smirk of
King Zarkon, Carter's unsympathetic attitude to her predicament, and the
toneless, emotionless telephone operator telling her, her former LIFE had
just been disconnected.
"I'm gonna kill him." Rosemary prattled angrily to herself, her face slowly
turning red from fury. "Next time I see him, I'm gonna kill him. Plain and
simple. Damn Mulder, anyway! Of all the stupid, idiotic, lame-brained,
Scully-ditching maneuvers to pull...and I wound up in the middle of it all,
stranded here when they beamed back to Skinner. That's what happens when you
mix the technologies of two TV shows. Right. Use Star Trek transporter
technology in an X-Files episode. I tried to tell Carter something like this
would happen, but he wouldn't listen. So what happens?
Mulder finds this Harem Tales Magazine, ditches Scully and runs off looking
for the cover girl, leaving Scully with no alternative but to run off
following the trail of her wandering partner. Meanwhile, I wind up actually
DOING the nitty-gritty investigative stuff that *they* were supposed to be
doing in the first place. And *I* was the one to get left behind.
Stuck.....Here, in a universe far removed from my own place and time. And
I'm not sure how to get home. Well, I'm nothing if not adaptable. I'll make
the best of it. This harem of Prince Lotor's seems like a fairly secure
place to be for now, and I can always indulge my second occupation as a
cover...." She finally paused for breath, now at least partly mollified.
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Rosemary winced. Edging toward the fringes of the crowd, she decided
nothing
in any of her previous training could have prepared her for a session with
Gina's paddles, no matter who was wielding them. Damn, but Michelle has an
arm on her! Well, at least *that* part of the fiasco that was the latest
installment of the "Rosie O'Springer Show" was over and done with. Stage
debris remained to be
cleaned, but the most offensive guests were nowhere in sight. Thank
goodness.
The Scribes were playfully crowding around Lotor, basking in the
warm glow of those golden eyes of his.... Rosemary had to admit, the Prince
did
have a devilishly handsome face, and at the moment it wore a very pleased
expression as he looked possessively out over the group. Surreptitiously
working her way to the outer edge of the crowd Rosemary froze with that
sudden skittery feeling of being watched. Turning her head, she found Lotor
looking at her with a slightly quizzical gaze. Thankfully, Moonie distracted
him just then, and
shaking off the effect of that mesmerizing gaze, she detached herself from the
rest as quickly and unnoticeably as she could, retreating to the "corner" area
that had framed her existence since that fateful return from RiceA. All she
wanted right now was to try and gather her things and get out of this
ridiculous costume and into something more comfortable...and less
conspicuous! Maybe then Rosemary could weave some sense out her wildly
ricocheting thoughts.
As Rosemary wandered away from the group, her mind was running wildly
through epithets aimed at Mulder, Scully, Skinner, the FBI, Chris Carter
(for inventing this whole stupid scenario in the first place! I wouldn't be
here, if not for that.), and herself. "Sometimes I am my own worst enemy."
Rosemary said bitterly. "My own poor judgment was at work when I separated
myself from Scully after Mulder took off. I wound up in Lotor's ship,
looking for possible clues in
the Harem wardrobe, when everyone came aboard. That's when I heard the
fateful exchange between Lotor and Mulder...and then Mulder and Scully were
gone. Beamed away back to FBI headquarters, while I stood there, hidden in
the clothing racks, holding a skimpy Harem garb in my hands. I could have
screamed just then. Maybe I *should* have screamed. Instead, I just sat
down and went into shock."
She ruefully shook her head, abashed at her shoddy reflexes. "Some FBI
agent I turned out to be!! Supposed to be able to cope with what ever is
thrown at me, and at the first sign of trouble what do I do?!" She laughed
harshly. "I break down! Go into shock, like some helplessly slip of girl!"
Her eyes clouded over in remembrance. "And that's how the Scribes
found me, sitting there, blank stare on my face, a flimsy, expensive-looking
harem frock in my hands. One look told them I wasn't from "here-and-now" but
from some other "there-and-when."
"Considering where we were headed (Doom and the pitfalls of harem life
were not something for the unwary, a description I fit only too well) I think
they must have taken pity on me. A hurried consultation and a flurry of gauzy
material, I soon found myself garbed as one of them, passably "blending in"
so that this Zarkon (whoeverthehellhewas) would leave me alone. The Scribes
sheltered me, helped me cope, while I learned more about the time and place
where I was now stranded, and figured out how I could exploit my musical
training as a harem occupation. I have them to thank for steering me toward
sources of information about Doom music and
culture--something I've found to be utterly fascinating!" A brief smile
crossed her face,a slight acknowledgment for her love of music. "If only mom
had let me pursue a degree in music, instead of forcing me into the family
business...."
Her mind quickly turned back to her current problem. "But now, they have
forced Lotor to name me something I officially have no right to be called,
simply to protect me from the clutches of his father. I owe him an apology
and an explanation, at the very least......Something I dread the outcome of!"
Rosemary came upon the pile of stuff that had been in her corner. "Moonie
wasn't kidding when she said someone else was there now." She murmured. On
her knees, sifting through what remained of her gear, she pulled out several
pieces of what looked to be shattered stone, strings of a sinewy catgut
material still attached. It didn't used to look like that. It used to be
all one elegant piece, until
Zarkon crept up on her once when she had dozed off in her corner. "The
Scribes
had tried to warn me the corner was not really the safest place to stay, but
sometimes I am stubborn. Well, I certainly had a rude awakening that time.
I managed to stun him long enough to escape, but at the cost of the
instrument." Just thinking about Zarkon made her skin crawl.
"What a waste!" Rosemary muttered, shaking her head in disgust. "Of all
the
stupid, blue-skinned, horny, hard-headed..."
"Do you *always* talk to yourself?" a smooth voice interrupted.

Lotor.

Rosemary's breath caught, and she slowly looked up. The Prince of Doom
was
casually leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, gazing down
at her, head cocked expectantly. "Well?"
"Only when the conversation is interesting." It was the first thing
out of her mouth. "I really must practice thinking before I speak!" She
thought furiously to herself.
"Oh? And what, pray tell, is so *interesting*? And what in the
world is that pile of rubble in your hands?" Lotor asked, still gazing at
her intently.
She knew had probably insulted him, but he was taking it rather well, all
things considered.
Blushing, she shook herself free of his gaze, and looked back at the
ruined piece in her hands, a renewed anger at the senseless destruction of
this rare musical instrument rising in her.
"This...this *rubble* USED to be a very finely wrought piece of
Drulean musical heritage. A petrified 15-string Cythara, an extremely rare
instrument." Rosemary exclaimed, her voice rising in a fevered pitch.
"What in blazes happened to it?" He asked.
"It had an unfortunate meeting with the very hard head of one very
horny king, not long ago." She gave a short laugh, looking up at him. "I was
saving the pieces in hopes of possibly finding a way to repair it
someday....."
Rosemary was not prepared for what happened next. Lotor took a sudden step
toward her, a look of cold anger crossing his face. "My father attacked you?"
"Not successfully." She shrugged. "Which is why this instrument
looks like it does today." Frowning, she stacked the broken shards together,
and dusted her hands off. And came to a decision. Gathering what
self-possession she could muster, Rosemary stood, and taking a deep breath
she turned to face Lotor.
"Prince Lotor...." Rosemary had to blink, to break that hypnotic
effect he
seemed to have over her. "Prince Lotor, I...want to thank you, for what you
did during the show to keep me free from King Zarkon. I know you only did
it because your Scribes begged you to...." Faltering, she looked down at the
floor. "And...I probably owe you an apology, for being here in the harem
without your knowledge. I suppose I owe you an explanation....."
Silence. Rosemary looked up again. Lotor stood there, head tilted.
An
eyebrow suddenly quirked. "Hmmph. Explanation. Indeed, I think an
explanation would be in order.... Come!"
It was a command, but Rosemary was frozen to the floor.
"Come." He repeated, extending a hand out toward her. Suddenly, she
seemed able to breathe again...a deep cleansing breath. She swallowed,
squared her shoulders and walked toward him. She did not take his hand, but
stepped with him as they made their way back to the rest of the Scribes.
As they walked, Rosemary looked sideways at Lotor, wondering *which*
truth she should tell him.... He probably would not believe much of what she
had to
say. At this point, she hardly believed any of it herself.....
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To Be Continued!
Scripted By......ROSEMARY!! A.K.A. Rosie'O Springer ^_^

*Okay, I didn't do too much to this, just changed it to third person, the
first paragraph, and a paragraph or two in other places. This part is
Rosmary's baby!!
Michelle

Part Four: Have your Agent call Mine

The lounging Scribes looked up in surprise as Rosemary and Prince Lotor entered the harem, side by side. Rosemary's crystal blue eyes were wide with panic, her 5'4 frame seeming even smaller as she shrank into herself, standing next to the towering Prince of Doom.
"Now this is a surprise..." Michelle murmured.
"Indeed...." Moonie agreed, hoping their talk show antics weren't about
to cause the quiet girl some serious trouble.
"What's going on?" Dom whispered loudly. Several of the Scribes merely
shrugged.
"Good afternoon Ladies..." Lotor smiled charmingly at them.
"Good afternoon Prince Lotor." They all chorused as one. "Hi Rosie!" Dom
added, looking at the girl with extreme curiosity.
"Hi..." Rosemary meekly managed to say, her voice emerging a high pitch
squeak.
"Hi....." They all replied, the tension in the room slowly beginning
build up. Prince Lotor had never seemed to even know of Rosemary's existence
before the talk show, and now he had been forced to claim her as a Scribe,
force being the imperative word here. They wondered what the punishment was
for, impersonating a Scribe.
Lotor proceeded to enter the room, a serious look on his face. "A matter
has been brought to my attention...." He spoke quietly, forcing the Scribes
across the room to strain to hear him. "One that must be addressed." He
turned, a frown of displeasure on his face when he saw Rosemary was still
rooted in the doorway. "Come here." He ordered.
Rosemary's eyes widened even further, as her legs shook with the effort of
unsuccessful movement. "I don't think I can...." She whispered hoarsely.
Lotor sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance, and stalked towards her.
"As you must all be well aware of..." He continued, as he reached Rosemary's
side. "We seem to have a stow away...."
"Stow away...." Tamy repeated, wondering how close to the truth he had
actually gotten.
"Yes, a stow away....into my harem...." Lotor said, taking ahold of
Rosemary's arm with his left hand. "Not just into my harem, but the Scribe
section...something that cannot be easily dismissed...."
Rosemary blushed faintly, as Lotor's placed his right palm on the small of
her back, and gently pushed her deeper into the harem's main chamber. "It's
understandable of course, many a women has been hot for my body..." A small
smirk spread across his face.
"Boy....talk about princely egos...." Tamy muttered.
"I'll say!!" Gina said, smacking her paddle lightly against her fist.
"Just because he has a large scepter doesn't mean....."
"Ahem!" Lotor coughed pointedly, as he guided Rosemary into a cushioned
arm chair. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears, as he rested his hands on
the back of the chair, just above her shoulders.
"I have on occasion had women eager to be part of my harem......."
Lotor said. "But none have ever been so bold as to try and insinuate
themselves into a Scribe position...."
At those words, Rosemary began to fidget uncomfortably, her mind
spinning with possible excuses she could offer him. She felt, no she KNEW
none of them would be accepted.
"So why should you be any diffrent....hmm?" He asked, leaning down so
that his breath wafted across her cheek.
"What?!" She said, losing focus by his closeness.
"I'm asking you why I should I allow you to stay in the harem..." He
murmured into her ear. "What your excuse is for committing such an
atrocity...."
Rosemary continued to fidget, now taking strands of her long dark hair
into shaky hands, anxiously wringing the ends. "Stop that." Lotor admonished
her. She hastily let go. "You'll get split ends...." He said in a softer
voice, causing her to glance up at him in surprise.
She blinked nervously at the tender look in his eyes. "Don't get your
hopes up girl!!" She told herself. "He's just trying to lull you into a false
sense of security.... Probably to better torment you with later....."
"Well...I...I...." She stammered, her mind flashing with three possible
choices. The truth, the semi truth, or the outright lie. She chose to go with
door number two. "I was sent here..."
"Sent here?" Lotor demanded, as the Scribes took this all in wordlessly.
"yes..." She licked her lips nervously. "I..uh..a plant..."
"You mean I spy?"
"No!! Ye...no!!" She shook her head, hands ready to ward off any
oncoming blows he might deem to vent on her. "Not a spy like you would
think.....a spy for a television show!!"
"Television...." His lips quirked in a smile. "Like the thing we did with
the Springer rip off?!"
"No!! Much better!!" She breathed, disbelief in her eyes as she leapt to
her feet. Was he actually buying this? "The king of all tv shows!! The
supreme champion and lord of all that is suspense and Drama!!"
"Really?" Lotor said. "And what is the name of this...masterpiece...."
"Uh....." What would sound plausible, and appeal to the Prince.."The
X-files!!" She said at last. Well he did like X-rated activities....
The smile widened in approval. "The X-files....I see...and why would
this show be interested in me...?"
"They saw you up on the view screens many times!!" She said, thinking of
all the news reports Doom's hostile activities made. "It's obvious you're
very telegraphic! And the ladies just seem to swoon over you!! You got heart
throb qualities all right!!"
"This is also true..." Lotor said, practically beaming now.
"Oh brother...." Michelle muttered, rolling her eyes. "If she doesn't stop
piling on the flattery, he's gonna be unbearable to talk to for the next few
weeks!!"
"Don't worry about it!" Gina flashed her a smile. "I've got an ego
busting paddle that's just right for this type of situation! He won't have
time to be insufferably boastful before I paddle it out of him!!"
"You met two of the other scouts back on Rice-A...." Rosemary continued.
"I did....?" His brow furrowed. "Surely I would remember...."
"Agent Scully and Agent Mulder..." She waved her hand in a dismissal
gesture. "They needed to check you out up close and personal, and you
obviously passed their test!!"
"Obviously..." His chest jutted out proudly.
"That's when I was called in..." Rosemary thought to herself, "I'm on a
roll now!!" "Mulder distracted you with plea's for Dom's autograph, and I
snuck onto your vessel."
"Yes, I do remember that...his female was quite....temperamental..."
Another smirk crossed his face. "but why didn't they just approach me then?"
"Because they wanted me to scout out Planet Doom, to see if it had enough
darkness! Fans have been complaining since we moved the show from Vancouver
to California. They say California's sunny atmosphere is a no go for the
show! And from what I've seen Doom would definitely fill the darkness quota!!
Maybe too much!!!" Rosemary babbled, feeling her sanity teetering on the
verge of a steep cliff. "And I'm sure there's a part for you!! The lead
even!! You'd have to take acting lessons though.....and give up conquering
Arus...." Her eyes widened at what she had just said. "At least for a little
while...just enough time to get your budding film career off to a start! I
know!!" She clapped her hands together. "The perfect episode for you to star
in! Planet of the sex crazed Harem women!!!" She was oblivious to the snorts
of laughter, and gasps of outrage from the other Scribes. "It could be a two
parter! You remember that red head, Dana Scully? Well, Scully could
infiltrate the place, as a harem girl, and Mulder would have to get her out,
while trying to get concrete proof, and avoid the clutches of interested
Scribes!!! Sounds like something perfect for sweeps week!!! No....you deserve
a feature film!! OH!! It'll be a blockbuster for sure!!"
"And if you believe that......" Rosemary thought to herself, "I have a
bridge you can also buy......."
"A tv show...." Lotor smirked, eyebrow lifted.
"Yes...y..es..." She said shakily.
"You expect me to believe you're a scout for some...some would be
television program?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his feline eyes
boring into her. She merely nodded her head.
"I'll ask you one more time..." He said, his stern gaze not wavering for
a moment. "What you have told me is the absolute truth?!"
"Yes...yes milord.." Rosemary gulped nervously.He inhaled deeply,
uncrossing his arms. "ENOUGH!!" He bellowed, reaching into his pants pockets.
"I'll have no more lies! I know the truth!!" Her eyes widened as he pulled
out her FBI badge. "I knew it!!" Her mind screamed. "He was just playing with
you, like a cat does to a mouse before the kill!!"
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I think.......to be Concluded!!!

Michelle
Mistress of Exclamation Points & Princess of Pleasure!!

Part Five:The Conclusion.......

Face pale, she backed away from the angry prince, the badge held
accusingly before her. "It's...it's not mine!!" She screamed in futilely,
whispering a fervent prayer to any God who would listen.
"Again you would dare lie to me!!" He screamed.
She cringed, knowing it was true, but she couldn't stop herself. "I've
never seen that before in my life!!"
"Oh really?" He said, flipping the top off, to reveal her expressionless
face on the badge, along with her name, his finger obscuring her last name,
and other such statistics. "Then how do you explain this?!"
"I...I don't know!!" She screamed. It was government policy to deny any
knowledge if you were caught. As far as she was concerned, the bureau would
wipe out any and all information pertaining to her job status, and her life
beforehand. Agent Rosemary would cease to exist.
"Run out of lies already?!" He demanded, advancing on her. "No more
stories to spin?!" She continued to back up with each step he took. "That
talented, DECEIVING tongue of yours caught by a cat....perhaps Hagger's?!"
The back of her legs hit something, causing her knees to buckle and she
tumbled over a couch, landing on her rear amidst some shocked Scribes. And
still he pursued her. "You....you...." He shouted, seeming at a lost for
words. Rosemary knew exactly how that felt like!
"Do you know what I should do to you?!" His hand clenching into a fist.
"Lotor, stop!!" Samara shouted, several of the Scribes moving to shield
Rosemary from him. "Getting angry won't help!!"
"Won't help?!" He demanded. "And how should I feel, knowing the Galaxy
Alliance managed to get one of their agents in here?!"
"It wasn't for the Galaxy Alliance!!" Rosemary sobbed, her eyes welling
up with tears.
"But it was for a spy agency?!" He screamed, trying to push past Samara.
"Yes....The Federal Bureau of Investigations...." She sniffled.
"What would the FBI want with Lotor...?" Dom questioned.
"Think about it, you ninny!!" Jenn snapped.
"Hey!!" Dom pouted.
"He does have a penchant for abducting girls from America..." Tamy
said, counting off on her fingers. "Texas, New Jersey, New York......"
"Oh....right! Alien abductions! I can dig it!" Dom smiled.
"Exactly!" Rosemary said in a trembling voice. "A lot of families have
gotten worried, especially when they saw some of your Scribes on a recent
telecast from Galaxy Garrison....they wanted to make sure the girls weren't
taken against their will...and if any of the other missing cases had winded
up here....."
"That still doesn't excuse you for lying to me!!" Lotor shouted, his
eyes flashing. "Now stand aside ladies!!"
"But....." Tamy protested.
"I won't ask again!!"
Reluctantly they parted, allowing a barrierless path between him and the
lovely spy. "Now it's time I take what's rightful mine...." He growled,
stalking towards her. Rosemary's vision was blurred, as she finally allowed
the tears to spill....but she could have sworn she saw a slight smile cross
his face when he said that.....He roughly took hold of her upper arms,
dragging her to her feet before him. Terrified she closed her eyes, not
wanting to witness her own death.....
Her eyes flew open as she felt something pressing down on her mouth, a
tongue probing against hers....."What..wha?!" She sputtered, placing her
hands against his chest. "What are you doing?!"
The angry look was completely gone. "I told you, taking what is mine...."
"Yours....?" She said, dazed and confused.
"Yes....mine..." a small smile curled on his lips. "My latest Scribe...."
"WHAT!!!!!!" All the girls screeched out loud, incredulous looks on their
faces.
"You heard me...." Lotor turned a cocky look towards them.
"So, ah you don't have a problem with her being a Scribe?" Samara
questioned.
"Why would I be?"
Their confusion spread even further. "IF you have no problem, what was
with that big scene?!" Tamy demanded, hands on her hips.
"Oh....that...." His voice was amused. "Merely a demonstration...you
ladies must learn to never lie to me....I thought this might reinforce any
doubts you had...."
"WHAT!?!" Gina snarled, the wooden handle splintering under her clenched
fist. "BOY!! I'm gonna paddle you good!!" She waved the paddle threatening in
the air.
"We all will!" Jenn growled, uncoiling the whip on her hip. "You
definitely got some explaining to do!!"
Lotor's eyes danced with laughter. "I really had you all fooled, didn't
I?!"
"LOTOR!!" The Scribes all yelled warningly.
"Relax!" He chuckled, but quickly sat down to prevent his butt from being
paddled. He pulled Rosemary onto his lap, running his fingers through her
hair. "You see, while you all thought you were hiding a fugitive from my
watchful eyes, I was awaiting my chance to reveal the latest Scribe....."
"We're still waiting...." Gina said menacingly.
Lotor rolled his eyes at her impatience. "I'm getting to that!!" He
paused to lick away Rosemary's drying tears. "As you all know, my Scribes
have to fit certain requirements...Not only to they have to be beautiful,
intelligent, witty, compassionate, they also have to be able to weave
tales...." He chuckled. "You certainly proved that with your tv show tale!
Nice touch, mixing bits of the truth with a lie...But I'm afraid, you've been
lied to as well....."
"What....?" Rosemary asked weakly.
"Poor dear...." He murmured into her ear. "You were never cut out for
the spy business...."
"You see, in my quest for only the best, possible candidates, my
resources came upon dear Rosemary..." He smiled, cupping her chin in his
hands. "I had to do some finagling to get her here.....she is a government
agent after all. That's all I need, Galaxy Garrison breathing down my neck
for that!"
"You already have Garrison breathing down your neck!!" Jenn pointed out.
He flashed her a look of annoyance. "That's true, but....why leave messy
ends... I contacted the head of the bureau, Agent Carter, and made him a deal
for certain Drule technology......no weapons of course..."
"Of course...." They all agreed.
"But other such valuable things, that would normally take the scientists
of Earth several hundred years to develop successfully....."
"Wow!!" Moonie said, impressed. "All that for a harem girl?!"
"Not just any harem girl!!" he corrected her. "One of my Scribes!!"
"Golly...." Rosemary murmured still in shock. "But then why didn't they
just tell me?"
"It all goes back to some legal mumbo jumbo and red tape." Lotor
replied. "They can't just hand over one of their agents to the enemy. So they
had to come up with a cover story to get you here. Carter didn't think you
would willingly go along with this, so we had to fool you as well....."
"You're right about that..." She muttered. "I never could have pictured
myself as part of a harem."
"Honey!!" Tamy grinned, thinking back to her own abduction. "Not many
can!!"
"Boy!! The stories we could tell you!!" Dom grinned, also having a
flashback of her own.
"Indeed....." Wise Samara said, smiling slightly.
"But, then why didn't you approach her after we returned to Doom?"
Michelle asked.
"It was because of her reactions to being in a harem I held off..." Lotor
said, standing up. "I felt if she got to know the place, the people, she
could make up her own mind about the place, to come to want me
willingly.....though I admit it's taken her longer than I would have
liked......." His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his
chest. "Well, my dear Rosemary.....shall we retire to the bedroom.....?"
"I don't know....." She mumbled, trying to ignore the voices in her head
that screamed to finally give in to her desires. "This is so
overwhelming....."
"That's not all that's overwhelming!!" Dom wiggled her eyebrows
suggestively, glancing towards Lotor's clothed crotch.
"Oh!!" Rosemary blushed in embarrassment, causing Lotor and the Scribes'
to laugh at her innocence.
"At least, let us retire to more private surroundings...." Lotor said,
leading her by the hand towards his chambers. "Ladies...." He nodded at them.
"Have fun!!" Gina called back cheerfully.
"We know the drill!!" Dom added. "If the room is a rocking, then don't
come a knocking!!!"
"DOM!!" Samara laughed. "You always have something appropriate to say
don't you....?"
"Well, when sex is involved......" Dom's reply was caught off, as the
door to Lotor's room firmly shut. He leaned against it, activating the lock.
"So....." She said, unnerved by the way he was gazing at her.
"So....?" He asked, coming towards her, a question in his eyes.
"I don't know whether to be mad at you, or to drag you down to the
floor..." Rosemary said, her blue's eyes flashing with suppressed sexual
urges.
"Hmmm..." A lazy smile crossed his face, as he bent his mouth down to
hers. "Life's too short for such petty grievances as anger my dear...."
"Petty, wh....mph!" Her reply was cut off as his mouth covered hers, in a
bruising fashion, his arms lifting her slender figure off the floor. "What a
kisser!!" Rosemary though to herself, eagerly wrapping her arms around his
neck, as he carried her towards his bed to......cement their relationship!!
(^_^)
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There you have it! Rosemary's story is now complete!! Girl has the most
unusual origin story yet!! (Well, maybe since I'm the author I am a LITTLE
biased!!) What did you all think? FEEDBACK PUH-LEASE!!!!!
Michelle
Mistress of Exclamation Points, Princess of Pleasure, and Champion of Happy
Endings!!!