The One Left Behind

By Bekka Mouri

(A little something I decided to write. ^_^)

Bekka lay in her bed, thinking. So many things had happened to her in so little time and she had actually found time to breathe for once. Once her memory had returned, she was thrown headlong into Mehrunes’ punishment, then her initiation. After that, it was the party.

So many things had happened then too. She had thanked Treize, helped Maeve with Zechs’ mobile suit and was then kidnapped after being yelled at by Tim.

She shivered, thinking about how wonderful her time with the DM had been and hoped she could do it again. Then again, there was Tiger Eye to tend to as well.

She had talked to Tim and he seemed to understand her stand on commitment. She had to remind herself that, although he had been through a war, she had seen a lot more than he.

It may have not been the same things, but she had still seen more than anyone her age should have. She sighed, lazily twisting a lock of Tim’s hair around her finger.

She let her mind wander until it stopped on a single thought. She wondered how her parents were. She knew it would break their hearts to know what she had been done to her in her life but she had no other choice. She had to survive.

She sighed, burying her chin in the crown of Tim’s head, trying to remember what her parents looked like. She drifted off to sleep still unable to recall their faces and unaware someone several galaxies away was thinking of her…

**

The woman knelt between the two graves. She was tending to the one on her left, placing a large bouquet of rare purple roses in the vase at the headstone.

Those flowers had always been her daughter’s favorites. She had already placed a bouquet of white ones on the grave to her right; her husband had always liked them.

Her white streaked black hair was tied back in a ponytail that lay a few feet behind her as she knelt. She had not cut her hair since the day she lost her little girl; the only child she was ever able to have. Maybe a trim to get rid of the split ends but she would never cut it totally. She wanted to grow it until the day she died to express the grief of her loss.

She sighed, standing up to her full height of six feet; her hair tickling the short blades of grass near her simple black boots. She dusted off her jeans and straightened her white button down shirt a little, her violet/gray eyes still focused on her daughter’s grave. Her tears would be visible if not for the dark sunglasses that hid them.

“ They still say I’m crazy, Bekka, “ She sighed, walking over to a bench at the side of the grave.

She sat down, “ They still say your old mother is crazy to think you’re still alive out there. Somewhere. I know what I saw that night. They can say I’m crazy all they want

but I know what I saw and I know what I feel in my heart. “

Her mind slipped through the memories of thirteen years before, when she was just 50…

Elaine Rodgers eased her husband’s limp body to the floor and slowly stood to her feet. She walked into her bedroom and picked up the phone.

She dialed 911 and waited for someone to answer. “ This is 911, what is your emergency? “

“ My husband has been shot and my daughter kidnapped. Please send someone right away, “ Elaine’s calm voice belied the

panic that was shaking her insides like an earthquake.

“ Yes ma’am, “ The operator said.

After giving her name and address, Elaine hung up the phone and went downstairs to wait for the police to arrive.

Since there was nothing she could do upstairs, she decided it would be best. She put on a pot of coffee and waited. The dark brown liquid had barely started to drip into

the pot when she heard the sounds of sirens piercing the night air.

She rushed to the front to door and went out onto the lawn to flag the police down. There was one police car and an ambulance. She didn’t have a chance to

wave her arms before they parked in front of the house. One of the cops, a handsome young blonde, stepped out of the car quickly as his partner got some things they would need.

“ Are you Mrs. Rodgers? “ He asked.

Elaine nodded, “ Yes. Come with me, quickly! “

The two policemen and two paramedics rushed to follow Elaine as she went back into the house and up the stairs. “ Where is your husband? What’s his name, ma’am? “ The blonde cop asked.

Elaine couldn’t remember what the other cop looked like.

“ Fred. He’s in the hallway, “ Elaine pointed to him. He was laying ¾ out into the hall where there was light.

The two paramedics moved quickly to examine Fred but he was already gone. They discussed the situation for a moment then one of them approached Elaine.

He was very quite as he said, “ Ma’am, I need to call the medical examiner. There’s nothing we can do for him now. “

Elaine nodded, “ I understand. “

The blonde cop looked into the room the last ¼ of Fred’s body was and quickly drew his weapon. “ Come out with your hands up! “ He shouted but did not get an answer.

He carefully snaked a hand into the room and switched the light on. He looked back at his partner, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“ What’s wrong, Bob? “ His partner asked.

“ Rick, you have to see this. “ Bob said slowly.

Elaine stepped forward, “ Fred said he got one of them. Is that the one? “

Bob stepped towards Elaine. “ I don’t think you should see this, ma’am. “

“ Why not? I want to see who tried to take my daughter, “ Elaine moved further into her daughter’s room. She gasped when her eyes settled on a very large

blue-skinned man who was dressed in some kind of light body armor. His long white hair was tied back in a ponytail that lay on the floor. “ What in the world? “

“ I don’t know either, ma’am. Please, we have work we need to do. I think it would be a lot easier on you if we get this under control and then we’ll ask you

any questions we may have later, “ Bob said.

“ Alright, “ Elaine nodded, not knowing what to make of any of it…

“ Ever since that day, they said I was crazy. I saw that man and he was blue. Those damn cops filed a false report about the whole thing. They said the guy got away.

I knew something wasn’t right when they came to take the body away. “

“ It wasn’t the ME like they called to take your father away. They called someone else and he came with several men. They studied everything in your room

before they took him. When they did, they took him in a large truck. “

“ That was the last of it and they never contacted me otherwise but I know that was some kind of space alien. Sure, other people say they don’t exist but I know different, “

Elaine sighed, looking at her watch. It was almost noon. “ I can’t believe they declared you dead without a body or proof, baby. “

“ I don’t think they looked hard enough for you. If they had put a little effort into it, they would have found you but they probably decided it would be easier

to wait so they could say you were dead. But I know you’re not. I can feel it right here, “ Elaine placed her hand over her heart.

She sat in silence for a long time before getting up and walking away slowly. She sighed, looking over her shoulder, “ I hope you’re safe, where ever you are. “

^^;;

I'm in writing mood lately and I have written something else...

Just as if Zarkon with two Mr. Happys wasn't enough to worry about, something is brewing in another part of the galaxy....

Plotting

By Bekka Mouri

(As things liven up a bit in the Harem, someone on one of the prisoner planets is making some plans of his own. Warning: The beginning is non-consensual.)

He smiled down at the girl; the object of his desires for so long and now she was his to do with as he pleased. He had managed to tie her to the bed although she struggled against him.

She was weak though and it had been easy to subdue her. Now, she was exhausted but still tried to scream around the gag in her mouth.

“ Now, we mustn’t waste all of your energy, “ He brushed her cheek with his fingertips, “ The fun has only started. “

She shied away and he knew that if her arms were free, she would have taken a swing at him. Instead, her arms and legs were bound so she could do no such thing.

He smiled as he let his eyes glide down her sweaty naked body. He thought of himself as clever for tying her legs so she could not shut them.

He reached out and touched one of her beasts next, causing her to jerk as more tears rolled down her cheeks. The gag muffled a strangled moan when

he began to fondle her a little rougher, “ Hmmm, it sounds like you want me. “

She shook her head; her blonde/purple curls flying wildly as she tried to move away from his hand. It was useless; he had her tied too tight and she could barely move.

His hand went lower, “ I can make you want me, “ He whispered. She tried to shut her legs as he stroked her inner thigh.

Her eyes went wide as he caressed her opening with his fingers. She shut them tightly as two of his fingers entered her. He smiled, “ So nice. I will enjoy taking you when the time comes. “

Her eyes flew open at this statement. The last time she knew anything, he DIDN’T have anything to take her with. He removed his fingers and smirked.

His hands went to open his pants, the only article of clothing he wore.

“ When I escaped, I went to this wonderful doctor, “ He said, unbuckling his belt. Next, he opened the fly. “ He fixed me up as good as new.

Sure, it is a bit bigger but it was made using the latest in bio-robotics. I can feel everything just as if it were the one that wretched Lady Bitch stole from me. “

The girl began to fight her bonds again upon seeing his replacement. It was much bigger than the one that had been taken away. Fresh tears wet her cheeks as he

mounted the bed and crawled between her legs. The look of fear in her eyes drove him forward as he close the gap between them…

“ Wake up, Dagon! “ The guard growled, pitching a tin cup at Mehrunes’ sleeping form. It hit him in the side of the head and woke him almost immediately.

“ What did you do that for, you big oaf? “ Mehrunes snarled, rubbing where the cup had hit. He picked it up and pitched it back.

The guard dodged, “ I have some good news for you if you are willing to hold up your end of the bargain. “

Mehrunes arched a thin white eyebrow, “ Really? What kind of good news? “

The guard smiled, “ I am the only one on watch tonight. If you are willing to give me the money you said you would, I’ll break you out. Not only that, I know this doctor who can fix your… problem. “

Mehrunes looked down at the scrap of cloth that covered him down there. He smiled a half smile, “ Really now? “

“ Yeah. I’m sure he can make you good as new. Some people think he’s a little mad but he knows his stuff, “ The guard looked around. He had thought he heard someone. He looked back at Mehrunes, “ I’ll be back with some clothes and the directions to get to the man’s place. I think I can even get you an escape vehicle, if you want one. “

“ That would be good. And I promise to give you your full payment, “ Mehrunes smiled at the man, ~With my blade.~

**

Mehrunes sat behind the control panel of the small cruiser. The stupid guard had gotten him one that was simple enough to operate but the directions to the doctor’s private

planet were a little hard to read. He started the engines and aimed the vehicle towards the atmosphere. He would wait to decipher them once he was a safe distance away from the prison planet.

He grinned, his mind being tormented by the dream he had only a few short hours before. When he did get his hands on that illusive little wench, he would make her pay.

“ Brace yourself, Bekka. You’re the next thing on my list after I get my body repaired! “ He said then broke out into maniacal laughter as he thought about all the things he would do to her.

Okay, here's my next bit. I hope I don't ruin the next part of Twin Terrors but I get Zarky *subdued*, at least for a little while.

Bekka

On The Run (From Zarkon)

By Bekka Mouri

(Ah, it’s okay, Gina. I think I can handle ol’ Fishy!)

“ Damn it all to the bloody bowels of HELL! “ Bekka screamed, realizing that Zarkon had gotten the whip and club from Gina.

She was also having a hard time running because she couldn’t run and tie her robe at the same time. ~Now what do I do?~

“ Come here, my plump little barmaid! I want to show you a really GOOD time! You’ll never want another man again! “ Zarkon bellowed, swinging his newly acquired weapons wildly.

Bekka started to think as rationally as she could. Zarkon was trying to run with two hard-ons. That was slowing him down but he was also carrying the whip.

~How long did I make that thing? Oh gods! It’s twelve feet I think! I am SO screwed!~

Zarkon tried to crack the whip. Lucky for Bekka, he had never been too good with them. Sure, he could use one if he could concentrate but in was in no position to do that.

His concentration was focused on not damaging his twins.

Bekka looked over her shoulder as he tried again. He barely grazed her, inflicting a small scratch on the back of her leg. It stung a bit but didn’t bleed.

A smile curved Bekka’s mouth, ~This fool doesn’t know how to handle a whip AND run? I could use this to my advantage!~

Bekka whirled around and stood in a defensive pose. “ You want a piece of me, Fishy? “

Zarkon stopped in his tracks. This was quite a change from a few seconds before. He smiled as his twins bobbed anxiously. He drew the whip back and prepared to flick it,

“ No, my dear. I want the whole damn thing! I’m going to do everything I want to you… “

Bekka braced herself as he swung the whip forward. She clenched her teeth and waited for the whip to wrap itself around her forearm. When it did, she grabbed and yanked HARD.

Zarkon wasn’t expecting this and watched as the whip flew out of his hands.

Bekka smirked deviously as she caught the handle with her other hand. She let the end fall away from her forearm, her grin becoming a bit more wicked. In the blink of an eye, she flicked her wrist and jerked the club from his grip. He stood like a deer in headlights as she walked towards him, “ Whatcha gonna do, bad boy? “

“ Uh, well. I think there’s been a misunderstanding, “ He mumbled, stepping backward. The look in Bekka’s eyes was scaring him. He had never seen anyone look so psychotic, except for Gina during her berserker fit.

Bekka screamed as scream that seemed to come from deep inside as she raised the whip high and flicked it. Zarkon could only watch as it wrapped around his ankles, causing him to fall to the floor. She dragged him slowly towards her, sitting on his legs once he was close enough. She looked at the club in her hand and then at Mr. Happy & Son.

“ What are you going to do to me? “ Zarkon whimpered, hoping she wasn’t going to do something as psychotic as she looked at that moment.

Her eyes went back to the club, then she smiled. “ If I get really creative, “ She muttered to herself, “ I can do this. “

“ Do what? “ Zarkon just knew he was going to end up with NO Mr. Happy at all with the way she looked at him.

“ … And I can do it without touching them too much, “ She continued to mutter, ignoring Zarkon.

“ WHAT are you going to do? “ Zarkon whined.

“ This! “ Bekka smiled as she proceeded to fit BOTH Mr. Happy and his son into the club. Although it was a VERY tight fit, she got the locking mechanism to close.

She laughed maniacally as Zarkon screamed like a woman as the pain shot through his body.

“ NOOOOOO!!!! NOT MY BABIES! “ He howled as Bekka moved off of his legs and unwrapped the whip.

“ Get out of here, NOW! “ Bekka eyed the razor sharp ends of the whip. They were the same ends that buried themselves into Mehrunes’ flesh and ripped off his member.

She narrowed her eyes, “ Or you’ll end up like Mehrunes! “

Zarkon paled as he recalled whom Mehrunes was. He crawled backwards slowly, the only speed his pain would allow. “ No, please don’t do that! “

“ GO! “ Bekka screeched.

Zarkon moved back until he could get on his feet. He turned and came face to face with one of the new guards; the one with the five scars on his neck.

He wasn’t quite for sure what his name was but it didn’t matter. “ Pardon me, “ Zarkon squeaked and fled the hallway quickly.

“ Lady Bekka, “ Peryite stepped towards her, “ Are you okay? “

Bekka nodded, “ Yeah. “

“ Lady Gina was sorry she couldn’t… “ He trailed off as Bekka dropped the whip and almost fell over but he caught her before she could. “ Lady Bekka? “

“ I’ll be okay. The rage… it takes so much out of me, “ She whispered, shutting her eyes and placing a hand over them. “ Could you get me somewhere so I can lie down? “

Peryite wrapped his arm around her, “ Just tell me where. “

“ My room if you could, “ Bekka murmured before she passed out.

**

“ Mehrunes Dagon, “ The man said, looking him over. “ So, you have come for my help? “

“ I need it very much, Dr. Gerone, “ Mehrunes stated.

Dr. Gerone arched an eyebrow, “ My work does not come cheap. How are you going to pay me? The whole galaxy knows you are a pauper now. “

“ I will find a way to pay you back, “ Mehrunes narrowed his eyes, “ I have my… ways. “

“ I have to have proof, “ Dr. Gerone wasn’t going to budge.

Mehrunes sighed as he summoned his sword. “ This is proof. “

“ You will give that to me in exchange for my services? “ Dr. Gerone examined the blade. It was freshly polished and made of a deep black ore he had rarely ever seen.

Mehrunes nodded, “ Yes. I will give it to you as payment. “

Dr. Gerone smiled as he put out his hand, “ Then we have a deal. “

Mehrunes shook the other man’s hand, “ Yes, we do. “

“ Good. Then, I shall get to work right away. Follow me, “ Dr. Gerone said before turning to walk back to his large laboratory.

Mehrunes hung back for a second to smile to himself, ~Oh yes, Doctor. I will give you my sword. Indeed I will.~

(As everyone goes about his or her business in the harem, a lonely TV plays in the lounge, possibly ignored by everyone, probably because they have better things to tend to...)

<dee dee dee> <Announcer> This is a breaking news story from DNN, The Denubian News Network. Former head of the underworld bounty hunting trade,

Mehrunes Dagon, was found mutilated beyond recognition in his cell today.

Dagon was awaiting trial for many atrocities he has committed in his life in front of an inter-galactic jury. Not that long ago, he was publicly humiliated in a galaxy wide Pay-Per-View event that had the highest ratings of any event in history.

A guard made the gruesome discovery this morning as he brought Dagon his breakfast. It is suspected the overnight guard is responsible for the brutal slaying because he never filed a report at guard change. Another suspicious thing that enforces this fact is a missing cruiser that was also discovered this morning.

<shows picture of guard> If anyone sees this man, he is to be brought in as soon as possible. Once again, Mehrunes Dagon was found brutally murdered

in his cell on one of the prison planets. As always, DNN will stay on this story until the end. Now, onto other news...

<On Doctor Gerone's planet>

Mehrunes: (turns off television) I am so clever... Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Here's some more story...

Watch it though... It gets a little bloody!

Bekka

False Sense Of Safety

By Bekka Mouri

(Dr. Gerone gets suspicious and makes some plans of his own.)

Dr. Gerone lifted his head from what he was working on. He was drawing the plans for Mehrunes’ replacement and had the television on for background noise.

He put his pencil down and listened as the announcer broke in with a special report. He arched one of his thin white eyebrows as he listened.

The report finished and Dr. Gerone turned back to his work, ~So, that is how he did it, eh? I wonder what he had planned for me and if he thinks he’ll get away with it.

I guess I will go through with this and if he tries anything, I will just have to shoot him,~ He glanced at the desk drawer that held his laser pistol.

He chuckled to himself, ~That way, he can die as a complete man. I just may give him exactly what he wants so he can die happy.~

**

Mehrunes stared at the television in the guest room, a grin of wicked pleasure across his lips. His plan was going very well. He had mutilated that guard beyond recognition, even going as far as to cut off his manhood. The authorities assumed it was Mehrunes and that the guard had done it instead of the other way around.

~Those stupid fools don’t realize what they have done,~ He thought. ~Everyone will think I am dead and will not know who took my little wench when she disappears. I am soooo clever!

Once I get her, I will make her pay for all of this and thanks to the doctor, I will be able to in EVERY way!~

**

Samara blinked as the news announcer finished his report. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “ Ouch! “ The pinch was a little harder than she had intended.

Tamy, who was walking with the guard at that moment, heard Samara cry out. She stopped walking, “ Are you okay, Ma? “

“ I just heard the most unbelievable news I think I have ever heard, “ She turned to look at Tamy.

“ What’s that? “

“ Someone brutally murdered Mehrunes last night, “ Samara said. “ He’s gone and we’ll never have to worry about him coming after Bekka again. “

“ You’re kidding, “ Tamy gasped. She then smiled, “ This is WONDERFUL news! We should go tell everyone. “

Samara nodded, “ I guess so. Not right now, though. I want Bekka to hear it first and I think I saw Peryite carry her to her room. “

“ Then later, “ Tamy was still smiling. “ Justice has been done! “

“ Yes, it has, “ Samara said but something inside of her just didn’t want to believe it. Something just didn’t seem right about the whole thing. She brushed it away, rationalizing it was still the initial shock of it all and the feeling would pass once it had worn off.

**

Mehrunes looked over the plans Doctor Gerone had drawn up. According to the values on the drawings, he would be bigger AND better than he had originally been. It looked like the doctor was going to give him a piece of work worth the sword and then some.

~Stupid fool,~ He smiled to himself, studying the drawing and imagining the finished product as it slid deep inside of…

“ MEHRUNES! “ Doctor Gerone shook him lightly. “ Haven’t you been listening to me? “

“ I’m sorry. I must have let my mind wander, “ Mehrunes shook his head to clear the thoughts from it.

“ I said that I will have to make skin grafts of your flesh and replicas of some of your veins and blood vessels so I can create your replacement. I am going to combine the

finished result with an intricately engineered cybernetic core. The end result will be three times better that what was taken from you, “ Dr. Gerone pointed to some notes in his hand.

“ It sounds rather painful, “ Mehrunes’ eyes grew wide. He didn't mind a little pain but he preferred it mixed with pleasure.

“ I have discovered a plant that produces seeds capable of healing a body in a matter of minutes. I extracted the agent responsible for the rapid healing and

have synthesized it to the point where it can heal you the second it touches your tongue. I am going to take the samples and then I will heal you. Considering the rarity of

the plant and the extent I am going to, I would say you’re getting quite a bargain; I would charge anyone else four times as much. “

Mehrunes smiled, “ If you put it that way, I call that a bargain. The best I’ve ever had. “

“ It will be worth it, I am sure, “ Dr. Gerone nodded. ~And what I learn from it will be worth it. If you are stupid and try something,

I will just move on and use what I learned with you on someone else.~

~It had better be.~ Mehrunes thought to himself.

“ Now, if we can get started. With my equipment, I can have the whole process finished today. “

Mehrunes arched his eyebrow, “ Today? “

Dr. Gerone nodded, “ Shall we? “

Mehrunes shrugged, “ This I have to see. “

**

Mehrunes looked down at his new acquisition with pride. It was even better than he imagined and worth all of the pain he had to endure beforehand.

Dr. Gerone had worked for several hours to create it and it looked remarkably natural. After the operation, Mehrunes drank more the serum and felt as if he hadn’t been touched at all.

“ Do you like it? “ Dr. Gerone had one of his hands in his lab coat. His fingers were wrapped around his laser gun. If Mehrunes were going to try anything,

it would be in the next few moments.

“ Very much, “ Mehrunes smiled, “ Now, it is time to discuss your payment. “

Dr. Gerone nodded, “ Yes, it is. “

Mehrunes summoned his sword and tried to move quickly to raise it. He stopped in mid-lift when he saw Dr. Gerone pointing a gun at him.

“ What is this? “ He said, lowering the weapon.

“ I know your kind too well, Mehrunes. Now, if you try to hurt me, I’ll shoot you dead. However, we can avoid that IF you give me that sword. “

“ But my father gave this to me, “ Mehrunes turned it so he clasped the hilt between both of his hands and the base aimed right at Dr. Gerone’s heart.

“ I could never part with it. I’ll find some other way to pay you but please let me keep this. I loved my father so much… “

“ How sweet but a deal is a deal, Dagon! Now, give me the sword! “ Dr. Gerone put out his free hand.

“ Alright, but there is a special feature I have to show you, “ Mehrunes sighed as if in defeat.

“ A special feature? “ Dr. Gerone arched an eyebrow and stepped closer.

“ Yes. You see, the jewel right here… “ Mehrunes pushed a rather large sapphire on the hilt. Instantly, a sharp metal spike shot from the shaft of the handle.

Mehrunes smiled as the spike went into Dr. Gerone’s chest, “ Activates the last ditch effort device. You know, when your faced with a next to hopeless situation but have

that little window of opportunity to turn things around. “

Dr. Gerone grabbed the spike and tried to dislodge it. After several yanks, he was able to pull it out. Mehrunes stepped aside just in time to avoid getting blood

all over himself as some spurted out of the wound. With each beat of his heart, another stream of blood shot out of Dr. Gerone.

Mehrunes clucked his tongue, “ EVEN I know you weren’t supposed to do that! If you could have gotten proper medical attention, you could have been saved. Oh well, too bad. “

Dr. Gerone reached to grab Mehrunes, “ D-d-Dagon, you are a bastard! “ He gasped.

Mehrunes smirked, “ I know. I’m so good at it too. “

“ I hope you rot… “ Dr. Gerone took a breath to finish his sentence.

“ YOU first, Doctor! “ Mehrunes flipped the blade around and shoved it in between the man’s ribs and pushed it until he could feel it bite into the floor under him.

Satisfied, he extracted it and smirked again as Dr. Gerone took his last breath.

**

Mehrunes set the cruiser on a course for Doom and reclined in the control chair. His plan was going quite well. After Dr. Gerone was dead, he raided the lab

for everything he could use and burnt the rest to the ground. He could still see the blaze as he entered the atmosphere of the tiny planet.

He looked down to his crotch, smiling at his replacement. Aesthetically, there was nothing wrong with it but he couldn’t wait to try it out. He began to think of all the ways

he would once a certain slave girl was in his clutches and was surprised at how quickly his body responded to the thoughts he was having.

~No time like the present to see how it works,~ He thought, reaching for his zipper.

**

Bekka woke up and looked around her room. She was alone and sore. Her body felt like she had wrestled a bull calf then she remembered what she had done. She giggled, recalling the look on Zarkon’s face as she secured the locking mechanism on the club.

~Teach him to come after me,~ She sighed and settled back on the pillows. It looked like life would be picking up for her after all. Her stomach growled and she realized she hadn’t eaten a lot in all the excitement that had been going on. ~I had best go get something.~

She stumbled to the door and opened it. Things were oddly quiet and she wondered why. Samara saw her and motioned for her to come to her. “ What’s wrong? “ Bekka asked.

“ I don’t know how to tell you this so I am just going to tell you. Mehrunes was found dead today in his prison cell. “

Bekka blinked as she sat down on the couch, “ What? “

“ It was on the news, “ Samara motioned to the television. Someone had come along and put in an INTERESTING looking movie. Several men were visible but the woman could only be heard.

“ But how? “ Bekka looked up at Samara.

“ They think it was the overnight guard who did it. He mutilated Mehrunes beyond recognition and took off. He’s being hunted down as we speak. “

“ Are they going to give him a medal of honor for doing it? “ Bekka asked.

Samara shook her head, “ I don’t know. He’s probably in another galaxy by now. “

Bekka sighed, “ All I care about is Mehrunes being dead. I am no longer in danger and I don’t have to panic quite so much. “

“ I have to go let everyone else know. I didn’t want to tell anyone until after you knew. “

Bekka stood up and hugged the Drule, “ Thank you, Ma. “

“ You’re welcome, “ Samara patted Bekka’s back. She heard a weird noise come from the other woman. “ What in all of Doom? “

Bekka giggled, “ Stomach. I haven’t eaten anything since the party. I’m starving. “

“ I’ll send for one of the servants to bring you some snacks. You just sit down and watch… “ Samara looked over at the television, “ Why don’t you pick a movie and one the servants will bring you something to eat? “

Bekka looked at the floor. She hadn’t seen any good movies since she was a child. She looked up at Samara, “ Could you suggest something? The only movies I can think of are all Disney. “

“ We have those. They’re on the third shelf on the left. Now, I have to get going but I promise I’ll have a servant bring you some food. “

Bekka nodded, “ Thank you, Ma. “

“ You’re welcome, “ Samara dashed off before Bekka could say anything else.

Here's my next bit... Mehrunes is approached by someone who has it in for Bekka...

Bekka

Strange Allies

By Bekka Mouri

(Mehrunes get his chance to take Bekka.)

Hager looked into her crystal, trying to figure out which one of the wenches had put the club on Zarkon. Although she didn’t want to be near him at the moment, she had promised him that she would do something to the girl who did something so hideous to her king. After a moment, the scene came into view. Zarkon was waving the club and a whip wildly in the air as a plump blonde with purple streaks in her hair ran by, trying to tie her purple robe.

Zarkon lashed out at her with the whip but missed. Suddenly, she turned to face him as she took a defensive pose. Zarkon tried to lash at her with the whip but she managed to get it away from him. With a flick of the wrist, she also had the club in her possession.

“ Freeze on the girl, crystal! “ Hager commanded and the scenario stopped. She smiled as she recognized the girl. She had watched her on the television when the harem had staged the Pay-Per-View event on the pleasure planet. Her former owner had been the cause of the whole thing and she had told him what she had thought about him.

“ Now, what was her name again? Bella? Bonnie? “ She tapped her finger to her chin and smiled when it came to her, “ I know! It’s Bekka! “

She rubbed her hands together and cackled, “ I’ll show her to mess with my Zarkon! But how am I going to go about this? “

The picture on the crystal changed. Now, it showed a handsome Drule man with long white hair that was worn loose and greenish-gold wild eyes. He almost looked like the captain of the royal guard but he looked more evil. Hager instantly recognized him as the girl’s former owner.

“ Phooey, crystal. Don’t you know he’s dead? I overheard his cousin talking about it when I was stalking Brandon…” Hager waved her hand but the crystal changed images again. Now, it showed the same man piloting a cruiser that was getting ready to enter Doom’s atmosphere. He seemed to be in the general area over the castle.

“ Well! I think I am getting an idea! Show that little wench who and who not to mess with! “ Hager cackled again before settling down to watch the cruiser continue its flight. While she did that, her devious brain began to work.

**

Mehrunes looked down at Castle Doom as he passed over it. He couldn’t land the cruiser too close for the security was probably still beefed up. Lotor had not taken kindly to Mehrunes’ intrusion and he just knew the prince probably had every available guard on duty. He would just have to wait until he had a clear window of opportunity and sneak into the castle then.

He aimed the cruiser to land near the stone forest he had hidden in when he was stalking Bekka before. The thick spires of stone had been good to him once and he was sure they would again, providing him with the cover he needed. He chuckled, remembering the garden in the courtyard. He wondered how it had grown with no light but quickly figured it could have only been done by magic.

He would have to be careful if that were the work of any of the harem women. He had once been told that one who possesses magic is just as good at creating as they were at destroying. He didn’t know how true that was but he couldn’t risk getting killed. This time, he would succeed.

He landed the cruiser and turned off the engines. He looked at the fuel gauge and realized he only had half a tank left. The only thing the doctor didn’t have was fuel so Mehrunes couldn’t refill his tank before leaving. ~I will find some… somehow,~ He thought to himself, standing up.

“ Why hello there, “ An old woman’s voice made him nearly jump out of his skin.

Mehrunes summoned his sword and turned around to face whoever it was. He found himself staring upon Zarkon’s witch, Hager. She had been lurking in the shadows of the throne room when he met the king. “ How did you get in here? “ He asked, knowing that she had probably just spirited herself there.

“ I have an offer to make you, “ Hager smiled. “ I know that you have come here looking for someone. “

Mehrunes nodded, “ What of it? What do you have to offer me, witch? “

“ I can arrange things so you can get her, Dagon, “ Hager stepped closer.

“ Exactly how do you plan to do that? “

“ You’ll see. Be at the garden in one hour and she will be yours, “ Hager smiled, “ I have already set the plan into motion. “

Mehrunes felt cold all over. He was sure the witch had been watching him but he wasn’t sure for how long. Before he could ask any questions, she disappeared in a puff of smoke. “ An hour, eh? “ He thought out loud.

**

Bekka sat in the lounge, watching the television intently. She had managed to pick up a signal from somewhere and was watching a very interesting soap opera. On her right side was a bowl of popcorn and she reached blindly for it because she couldn’t get her eyes off the screen. One of the characters looked EXACTLY like Hector but the man wasn’t as built as the DM.

She reached into the bowl to get some more popcorn but her hand brushed against something. She grabbed it and looked. It was a neatly folded piece of paper with her name written on it. “ Hmmm, what’s this? “ She said to herself opening it.

“ Bekka, please meet me in the garden in one hour and please wear that new dress you got. Love, Tim, “ She read it to herself. She blushed, “ Aw, how romantic! “

**

Tim woke up in his room and stretched his arms above his head. He had taken a nap because he had felt like it. He had decided he was going to be a brand new man and he would start by doing things when he felt like doing them. He could live any way he wanted because he had finally realized he was free to do as he wished.

He had taken Bekka’s speech to heart and decided she was right. They were still both young and could do what they wanted until they were ready to settle down, if that ever happened at all. He had realized he had been a fool and made up his mind he would not be one again. As he brought his hands down from the stretch, one of his hands landed on the pillows and on something that hadn’t been there before.

He wrapped his fingers around it and brought it to his face. It was a neatly folded piece of paper with his name written on it. “ I wonder who left me this? “ He said as he opened it. “ Dear Tim, meet me in the gym in an hour and wear the pirate outfit. Love, Bekka. “

Tim blushed, “ How sweet! A secret rendezvous! How exciting! “

**

Bekka stood in the garden, anxiously waiting for Tim as she smoothed her dress. It was a purple sheath style that was held up by thin straps and was slit scandalously high on either side to her thighs. Over that, she wore a matching jacket. On her feet, she wore ballerina style slippers. She wasn’t sure how he knew about the dress but figured he had seen it in her closet.

She wondered why he had wanted to meet her when he could have just come up to her and asked her. What he was doing seemed like something from a soap opera. Whatever he was up to, she liked it.

~I have to re-teach myself to write in English so I can leave him a love note. I don’t think he’ll understand Drule,~ She thought, wondering if one of the other harem ladies could help her re-learn how to write in her native tongue. She hadn’t done it since she was kidnapped and didn’t learn how to write in Drule until her first lover taught her.

An odd noise caught her attention and she turned to face it. Before her eyes focused on anything, her vision went black and she fell to the ground unconscious. A few moments later, Mehrunes jumped out of the tree he had been perched in with a dart gun. The dart had been tipped with a powerful sedative he had stolen from Dr. Gerone.

He looked at her and smiled, “ Finally. You are mine. “

**

Tim walked into the gym, a single red rose in his hand. He was wearing the pirate outfit but had opted to have the shirt unlaced so it showed more of his chest. The gym was dark except for a couple of dim security lights. He scanned the faintly lit building for any signs on his ladylove but did not spot her.

He walked in a little more, trying to see well. He took his steps slowly because it was hard to see. He let out a surprised shout when a net snatched him upwards. His insides froze when he heard someone cackling.

“ Who’s there? “ He called into the darkness.

“ Your new mistress, Prince! “ An old Drule woman walked into a spot where the light was more concentrated.

“ Hager! “ Tim gasped. “ What have you done with Bekka? “

Hager cackled again, “ What should you care? After you have me, you’ll never want another woman! “

~Yeah, but not in the way you think, witch!~ Tim thought.

“ I heard that! Now… “

Suddenly, a streak shot across the gym. In a flash, Tim was cut loose and being carried over someone’s shoulder as they flew. He wasn’t very sure of whom it could be but he was very thankful. “ Thank you! “ He said.

“ No problem but let’s get out of here! “ The woman replied in a voice Tim knew well.

“ Ryoko! When Zarkon finds out you are back here… “ Hager yelled but Tim couldn’t hear her finish because Ryoko was flying so fast.

“ I hate that witch, “ Ryoko sighed.

“ Where have you and your mother been anyway? “ Tim asked. He hadn’t seen them since the party.

“ Mom made an alternate dimension in our room so we never have to leave, “ Ryoko said.

“ But why were you out today? “

“ I smelled cookies that someone was baking in the kitchen. I snagged a few and was on my way back to the harem when I saw you come in here. Before you ask, I was taking a shortcut through the walls. If I hadn’t, you’d probably be in the witch’s bed by now. “

Tim shivered, “ I’m glad you took a shortcut then. Where are we going? “

“ I’m taking you to my room. I’m not safe out here and neither are you. All you have to do is wait for Hager to find a new victim. I have to wait for Tenchi and the others to come get me, “ Ryoko sighed as she landed in front of the door to that harem.

“ I’ll keep you company until I am safe then, “ Tim smiled.

“ Could you please? Mom has been working on her inventions and won’t talk to me except to tell me to shut up, “ Ryoko batted her eyelashes at Tim.

“ Sure. “

Here's the next chapter. I went very light on some of the details. I may embellish more about certain parts of the story later on but that will be to post on my page because there just no way around what is going to go on.

Bekka

The Homecoming

By Bekka Mouri

Mehrunes smiled as he guided the cruiser to a stop in front of his estate. He had made it despite the fact he was very low on fuel. He assumed he had been running on fumes for the final few miles of the flight but it didn’t matter now. After six long years of searching, his darkest desire was now in his possession.

He looked in the back of the ship and smiled. Bekka was still asleep from the sedative he had shot her with. Once he had gotten her on the ship, he tied her up in case she woke during the trip. It would also make it easier for him to carry her inside the large manor that dominated the landscape.

The smaller buildings around the manor were crumbling. It had been a few years since Mehrunes had sold the last of the slaves to subsidize his pursuit of the escaped slave and there was no need to keep the buildings in repair. A couple of them had housed the slaves while other held supplies and such. He had sold all of his excess supplies in order to pay for the last batch of bounty hunters.

He growled, thinking back on each set he had hired and how they had all failed him. The first group had almost had her in their grasp but the others never came as close as the final group. Even they had been failures although they had gotten further than any of the others. That was all over now; what he wanted was now his.

He had not squandered ALL of his money on the wretched girl. He kept enough so he would be able to survive and vowed he would never lay a finger on it until the girl was his. He had saved the money since the day after he lost his parents and it was quite a tidy sum. It would be enough to meet the needs that Bekka did not.

He lifted her from the floor and slung her over his shoulder before exiting the cruiser. He carried her up the path to the house and kicked open the front

door after unlocking it. He scanned the foyer briefly, finding everything had been untouched. He

was afraid looters would break into the place once word got out he was ‘dead’ if they were lucky enough to find the place.

He turned and headed down the hallway to the east wing. When he was a younger man, that was where the guests had stayed but it had been his since his parents’ brutal murder. No one ever went into the west wing since the night of the murder, not even himself. It was as if that half of the house did not exist.

The doors to that part of the house had been long since boarded closed so no one could go there. Some of the villagers believed Quaesto Vil and Vaernima’s bodies were still there but no one knew for sure. That is, except for Mehrunes and it was a secret he would never tell anyone. It was another part of the reason he boarded the west wing shut; that was their final resting place.

He reached one of the smaller rooms and opened the door. Everything was as he left it when he ventured out to hunt Bekka down with the last set of hunters. Part of the money he had spent on Bekka had been for some rather peculiar items he would use to make her pay. He carried her over to the bed and set her down.

“ Well, “ He looked at her as he started to untie the ropes. “ I hope you have softened some since my father dubbed you The Defiant One, my dear. It will mean much less suffering for you and more pleasure for me. “

He wound the ropes up and placed it on the bedside table, his eyes not leaving her for a moment. He traced her form thought the dress and jacket she wore. He reached up and ripped the garment down the middle, exposing her flesh to him. He smirked at her lack of underclothes, “ Well, you were certainly prepared for something, eh? “

He eased the jacket and tattered dress from her body. He pitched them away and looked her over again. Her breathing was deep, causing her chest to rise and fall in a way that excited him but he wasn’t going to take he like this. He wanted her to fight him and cry as he plunged into her, making his possession of her complete.

He let his eyes glide down her body, taking in her ample curves. He ran his fingers over her belly and moved lower. He pulled his hand away; he couldn’t touch her there yet. If he did, he would have to take her before she woke up.

He took the ropes from the nightstand and used them to tie her wrists to the framework headboard. He got some more rope from inside of the nightstand and used it to tie her legs to the footboard. When he was finished, she looked exactly like she did in his dream. He removed a strip of black cloth from his pocket and tied it around her mouth so she wouldn’t scream when she woke.

He smiled at his handiwork, “ Lovely. Now, “ He went to the dresser and opened the top drawer and reached for something…

**

“ Has anyone seen Bekka today? “ Maeve asked, walking out of her room.

Samara looked up from what she was doing, “ Earlier. She was in the lounge watching the television. “

“ I wanted to see how she felt after that fiasco at the party, “ Maeve mutter, walking into the lounge. She was back a moment later, “ She’s not there. “

“ What? “ Samara walked over. The television was still on but no Bekka. Her bowl of popcorn was sitting on the couch and looked almost untouched. On the floor was a folded note and Samara picked it up.

“ What does it say? “ Maeve came over.

“ It’s from Tim. It says he wants to meet her out in the garden in an hour. She must have gotten it earlier. “

“ Tim? I thought they were mad at each other, “ Maeve grinned, “ And I thought Bekka had a little fun with Hector right afterwards. “

“ Well, I think they have made up for the most part, “ Samara smiled. She sighed, “ Those two make such a wonderful pair. “

Maeve got a little misty-eyed, “ Yeah, like Treize and I. “

“ I guess they’re together then, “ Samara put the note away. “ Why don’t we watch a movie? “

“ Okay, “ Maeve nodded, “ What do you want to watch? “

“ Well… “

**

Bekka struggled to wake up. She felt like she had been asleep forever as the fog cleared from her brain. Suddenly, she realized several things were not right. Her arms were tied above her head and her legs were tied wide open.

She tried to open her mouth but found it had a gag in it. ~What’s going on here?~ She thought, trying to focus her eyes in the dimly lit room. From what she could tell, it was small and sparsely furnished. Besides the bed, there was a dresser and a nightstand. She froze, remembering the furniture she had cleaned for so many years.

~No! I can’t be in the east wing! But how?~ She shook her head. She thought back to the garden and waiting for Tim. ~Could that noise have been… But he’s dead!~

She wiggled against the ropes and gasped. She could feel something rather big and hard in her. She raised her head and looked towards her legs. ~What the hell?~ She saw narrow leather straps placed very high on each of her legs and they were holding something inside of her.

~Who would do this to me?~ She tried not to panic and stay still. She pushed away the thought of it being Mehrunes because she had been told he was dead. ~But who else could it be? And why does this place look A LOT like the east wing of the Dagons’ estate?~

The door opened and she turned her head to see who it was. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the person who had come in. He smiled a most wicked smile at her, “ Ah, I see you are awake. Now, the fun can begin. “

**

Tim sat with Ryoko in the alternate dimension Washu had connected to the room the two women were staying in until their friends came to get them. This dimension looked like a huge field full of flowers and had a nice cool breeze blowing through. Ryoko held up a bottle, “ Want some more ‘tea’, Tim? “ she asked, her speech a little slurred.

Tim held out his glass, “ Sure! “ His speech was getting slurred as well. Ryoko poured him another glass. He took a sip and smiled, “ This is really nice ‘tea’! “

“ Only the best for me! “ Ryoko raised her glass for a toast, “ And you! “

“ Cheers to that! “ Tim clinked her glass with his before downing its contents in one gulp.

Ryoko set her glass down, “ Do you think I’m pretty? “

Tim looked at his empty glass and then at Ryoko, “ Yeah. I guess so. “

“ I mean it, Tim. Yes or no, not I guess so. “

Tim smirked, “ Yes. You are very pretty. “

Ryoko threw her arms around him, “ Thank you, Tim! “

Tim put an arm around her, “ You’re welcome. “

They stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, their faces getting closer. Ryoko went to kiss Tim but her coordination was slightly off and their noses crashed into one another. She blushed bright red when Tim cried out: “ Ouch! “

“ I’m sorry! “ Ryoko hung her head, “ I didn’t mean to hurt you. “

“ It’s the ‘tea’, “ Tim chuckled. He reached up and tilted her head sideways and moved close again, “ Just stay like that. “

Ryoko shut her eyes when Tim’s lips touched hers. Tenchi had never kissed her even though she loved him more than anything in her life, next to Ryo-ohki. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy had kissed her. She had kissed a few but they were usually taken by surprise.

Her hand went to Tim’s chest as she began to return the kiss. She pulled away for air and a drink. Tim held his glass up for a refill and she obliged. They both took a drink and set their glasses down.

“ Do you think your girlfriend will care? “ Ryoko whispered as Tim came closer to kiss her again.

“ She said I could do anything I want. I’m free to do as I please, “ He replied, taking her lips in his again as he eased her down to the ground. He was glad she had decided to wear a simple white tank top and a pair of black shorts. He wouldn’t have the faintest idea how to get her out of her usual dress in the state he was presently in.

Ryoko pulled away, “ That’s good. Do as you please with me. It’s been so long… “

“ I will try not to disappoint you, Ryoko, “ Tim whispered.

^_^ Heh heh… I’ll just leave that up to your imaginations.