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Knights of the Old Republic

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, and I most certainly do NOT own Star Wars.

SLASH WARNING!!! H/R

Chapter 11

PLANET: CAROSI

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: LATE EVENING

Hotch groaned as Morgan rested him on the table in the Med Bay.

“Just hold on, Hotch.” Morgan told him. “The droid is coming. We’re going to do a scan and get those eggs out.”

“Spencer… have him seen first…” Hotch moaned.

“You’re here, he’s not. The droid is gonna see you.” Morgan told him.

“We’re going back.” JJ said, suddenly.

“What for?” Morgan asked.

“Elle. We have to find her.”

“Don’t bother…” Hotch groaned. “She left… with Lee.” His three teammates stared at him, eyes wide. “She’s gone.” They were silent, and stepped aside when the Medical Droid appeared.

“Please hold still while I do a full Bio Scan.” The droid said in a female voice, which was interesting as it looked like a inverted floating spider. Hotch just nodded. There was a soft, high pitched hum for a moment, and then the droid said “I have identified two masses in your abdomen that are reading as Vi’Tani eggs.”

“I could have told you that!” Hotch snarled.

“They will need to be removed immediately.”

“So stop talking and do it!” Morgan snorted. Hotch stared at the needle that suddenly popped out of the droid’s arm.

“Hold still please.” The droid said and Hotch sighed, doing just that as he was poked. Then, they felt the ship’s engines fire up, and it began to move quickly. A moment later, the door opened and Rossi and Gideon walked in.

“Spencer?!” Hotch asked immediately.

“He’s alive.” Was all Rossi said. The team watched in silence as a distraught looking Gideon moved over to the other bed and gently laid his apprentice down. Reid moaned, softly. His skin was pallid, his body was trembling and he was drenched in sweat. There were smears of Vi’Tani nectar on his face, neck and shoulders, and blood between his legs. But what was most disturbing was the taught skin stretched over a severely distended abdomen.

Reid let out a pained whine and writhed. Then his body jerked slightly and nectar bubbled out of his mouth, running down his face. He coughed and groaned, eyes fluttering.

“Spencer…” Hotch gasped, and tried to reach out to the youth, but the sedative was kicking in.

“Don’t worry, Aaron.” Rossi said softly, laying a hand on Hotch’s bare shoulder. “He’ll be okay.” Hotch nodded. But as he was slipping into a drugged sleep, the last thing he heard was Gideon.

“I hope you didn’t just lie to him… Even if the eggs are safely removed from him, with the amount of Nectar he’s ingested he may not survive the withdrawals… We have to get back to Coruscant. The Master Jedi Healers are his only hope…”

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO CORUSCANT

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: NIGHT

It was the screaming that brought Hotch back to awareness. It pierced his heart and drilled into his skull… He cringed and slowly opened his eyes. His team sat around him. He was wrapped up tightly in a warm blanket, and there was a dull ache in his throat and abdomen, stretching all the way to his entrance… honestly, his entire body was aching, but those were the places he felt it the most.

Another scream assaulted his ears. His eyes widened.

“No…” He breathed, and weakly tried to sit up.

“Hey…” said a soft voice, and then Emily’s face appeared before him. “It’s okay. You’re safe. Don’t try to move.”

“Spencer…” Hotch groaned, wincing as he was overcome by a wave of dizziness. “That’s Spencer!”

“… We know.” Morgan sighed, looking tortured. As Hotch’s head began to clear, he realized that it wasn’t just screams… there were words.

“NO!!! NO PLEASE!!! AHHNNG!!! YOU’RE HURTING ME!!! AAAAHH!!! AHHN!!! PLEASE!!! AAH!!! STOP, PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME, PLEASE!!! AAAAAHHHNNN!!!”

“Spencer?! What’s happening?!” Hotch cried, and sat straight up.

“Whoa! Easy, Hotch!” Morgan yelped, and he and Rossi reached out to steady the man.

“No!” Hotch shouted, thrashing. “Let go! Spencer!!!”

“Hotch… Hotch, look at me.” Rossi said, moving to stand in front of the man, holding his shoulders. “The eggs are being removed.”

“… But he’s awake!!!” Hotch gasped in horror.

“His vitals were too erratic.” Garcia said softly, and Hotch blinked at the woman who was huddled in the corner, wincing every time Reid’s pleas were punctuated by a shriek of pain. “If he was put to sleep, he might not wake up. The droid waited as long as it could, trying to get Reid to stabilize, but… it was also monitoring the eggs… they were getting ready to hatch… it had to get them out or it would be too late. Waiting any longer and Reid would die… but put him under, and he would die. This is the only way…” A tear rolled down her face and she trembled as they listened to the screaming from the other room.

“… Gideon is with him.” JJ said softly.

“What about the Nectar they fed him?” Hotch asked.

“The droid pumped his stomach.” Morgan said. “The amount he ingested was…”

“… Frightening.” JJ finished, staring at the floor.

“It was sickening.” Emily said, frowning. No one else spoke… no one else could. They just sat and waited, listening to the screams that were gradually weakening… the pleas that were fading… It felt like an eon had passed… Then there was a heartbreaking wail that tapered off into broken sobs, and soon, even those faded. All was quiet.

About fifteen heart wrenching minutes later, the door opened and the medical droid said, “The patient is in recovery.” And Hotch blinked as his hover-bed began to move back into the Med Bay. It was only then that he realized that his ass had been parked out in the hall.

The team entered the Med Bay in his wake. Gideon was standing before one of the three Koltos Tanks, staring up at Reid floating inside. The boy’s eyes were closed and he was still pale. He wore a loose pair of pants and an oxygen mask as he hung suspended in the healing liquid. His hair slowly swayed about, sometimes curling into his face. Occasionally, he twitched. After a few minutes, he lifted his head and his eyes fluttered open. They looked around in lazy confusion for a moment before falling closed again, his head drooping once more.

“… The eggs?” Hotch suddenly asked.

“Sir?” The droid asked.

“How many eggs did you remove?” Hotch clarified. The droid, T5-A1, turned, bearing a metal basin. It was filled with eggs, all of them smeared with blood. Hotch stared at them, counting.

And after several long moments, he began gasping for breath as tears burned his eyes.

Eleven.

Eleven Vi’Tani eggs had been laid in his lover’s body.

Eleven of them… He felt sick.

He remembered the excruciating pain he had gone through after having two laid within his own body… the pain that his lover had to have gone through in not only having them laid, but removed…

…

Eleven.

He threw up.

PLANET: KORRIBAN

LOCATION: SITH TEMPLE

TIME: LATE NIGHT

The cloaked man stared at the hologram of Lee. Elle was standing with him. “You have succeeded where Arnold and Battle failed.” Darth Reaper said. “You will be rewarded.”

“Thank you, my Master.” Lee said, bowing low. “Elle is also prepared to give you the evaluation you needed of the Padawan she was traveling with.”

“… Welcome, Elle Greeneway.” Darth Reaper hissed. “Speak.”

“My Lord,” She greeted, bowing her head briefly. Her eyes glittered. “Spencer Reid has HARDLY mastered the Lightsaber, and his social skills are awkward, and that is putting it kindly. He is emotionally immature… too innocent and naïve for his own good. But he is an incredibly powerful Consular. He can wield the Force like a Master at times. He is still learning control.”

The Reaper nodded, and thought. “He will be on his guard, now… they all will… it will take a certain skill to bring us the Padawan now… Lee… I can sense that you desire to bring him in. I am commanding you to stand down. This will take more skill than you have.” Lee blinked, then scowled.

“My Lord?”

“After what you just did, the Jedi will guard him closely. I am sending my apprentice, Darth Dualath. She will deliver the Padawan to me…” Then he turned. “AMANDA!!!” A moment later, a slightly crazed looking young man approached wearing a tight, form fitting red shirt and black pants. A black and red patterned bolt of cloth was tied around his hips like a skirt, giving him a more female appearance.

“Master?” Came the smooth, effeminate response.

“Aaron Hotchner’s team will soon be lured into a trap… I want you to lure that Padawan in… use Adam. He should be enough to bait the boy…”

Amanda smirked. “Adam won’t like that…”

“It’s not his choice.”

“… As you wish.” Amanda purred, voice thick with an accent, and left. Darth Reaper turned and looked at the three restless men in the shadows.

“Calm yourselves…” He told the triplets. “… You will have your chance.”

And Tobias, Raphael and Charles just waited…

PLANET: EN ROUTE TO CORUSCANT

LOCATION: BAU

TIME: MID AFTERNOON

Hotch didn’t know how long he slept for… Hell… He didn’t even remember falling asleep.

“Aaron.” Hotch groaned, opening his eyes. Rossi hovered over him. “How are you feeling?” Hotch blinked, and turned to look at Rossi.

“… Dave?” He breathed.

“How do you feel?”

“… nnnh… like I went three rounds with a mad rancor.” Hotch groaned.

“You’re going through withdrawal.” Rossi said.

Hotch struggled to move. His entire body felt like it was burning… his head was pounding and he felt nauseous, and shivered every now and then. He ran his tongue over his lips.

“… S-Spencer…” He managed to gasp out.

“He’s…” Rossi trailed off for a moment, trying to figure out the best and least upsetting way to answer. “… Feverish.”

“… I heard… Gideon.” Hotch mumbled. His tongue felt thick and heavy. “When I was going under… He said… Spencer may not make it…”

Rossi stared long and hard at his former Padawan Learner. “… Spencer is struggling.” He finally said, and turned. Hotch blinked and also turned.

Reid was sprawled out on a bed, with a light sheet covering him from the waist down. Garcia, Emily and JJ were all sitting around him. JJ was on his left, Emily on his right. The women were holding his arms out, covering his wrists with their palms. Garcia was sitting over his head. Her eyes were closed as she bent over him. Her elbows rested on either side of his head, and her hands were splayed out over his pectorals.

They were all using the Force to try ease the overwhelming symptoms of withdrawal, but only Garcia had more than just the basic training in the Healing Techniques. Reid was horribly pale… from the machines monitoring his vitals, his heart and respiration rates were elevated, he was sweating and shivering and was just restless in general, occasionally letting out a soft moan.

“… Your withdrawal symptoms have reached a plateau.” Rossi told Hotch. “You didn’t ingest very much of the Vi’Tani nectar, and most of what you DID ingest you vomited up. But Reid ingested a LOT more and had a lot more time for it to absorb into his body… His symptoms are still progressing.”

“Are we almost home?” Hotch whispered.

“… Almost. We’ll be taking you and Reid both straight to the healers.” Rossi told him. Hotch turned and looked back at Reid at an especially pathetic whine. The boy’s eyes fluttered for a moment before falling closed again. Garcia let out a soft gasp.

“… I can’t do this…” She breathed, sounding very upset. “He needs more help than what we can give.” Hotch just stared at her, distraught.

“Don’t even think about it, Aaron.” Rossi suddenly said in a stern tone. “I know you want to help, but YOU have to get better first.”

Hotch shook his head. “I tried to stop them… I tried to help him! I did! I really tried… but…”

“Hotch.” Emily said, firmly. “… We know. But now you need to rest.”

Reid let out a soft whimper again as a shiver passed through his frame. The medical droid hovered over and JJ shifted, holding Reid’s arm still as the droid placed an IV catheter and began administering fluids and supplements.

It turned one of its sensors on Hotch and scanned him, saying “Patient Aaron Hotchner will be fed now, Master Rossi. Please see that he consumes the meal that I have seen prepared for him.”

“Thank you, T5-A1.” Rossi said, and stood. Hotch watched him leave the room, and turned to watch the women tend to Reid.

“… Where is Gideon?” He asked after a bit.

“He’s resting.” JJ said. “We had Morgan drag him out of here and make sure that he sleeps.”

“So Morgan is guarding him?”

“Pretty much.” Emily said with a small smile. But Hotch could tell that they were forcing their smiles for his sake.

“How is he…?” Hotch asked. “Really?”

“… You’re the one with the Force Bond with him.” Emily replied. “You tell us.” Hotch blinked at that, startled, but then nodded. He closed his eyes and focused on the young apprentice. And once he did, he could feel shadows of the boy’s misery. He was in pain… he felt sick… he was confused and frightened, and unaware of his surroundings. He was having hot and cold flashes, and there was a horrible, all consuming need for the Vi’Tani nectar… it gnawed at his stomach and burned in his veins. It made him want to cry and scream… destroy the galaxy… or just curl up and die… But he couldn’t do any of those things. All he could do was lie there and suffer.

Hotch opened his eyes when Rossi returned. He turned his helpless eyes on his mentor, and the man sighed and sat down.

“Here… eat.” Rossi said.

“I can’t… Spencer… not with the torture he’s going through.”

“Listen to me, Aaron.” Rossi said, firmly. “You have a Bond with him. The Healers may need you. If you are to help Reid YOU have to be as strong as you can be.” Hotch stared at the man for a moment, then slowly sat up and allowed Rossi to feed him, as he himself was still having occasional tremors.

“… We have Horan Arbel.” Rossi said after a few minutes of Hotch eating in silence. Hotch looked at him, then nodded.

“Good…” He whispered. Rossi waited a bit, and then sighed.

“Aaron… I have to ask… What happened with… Elle?”

The three women tending to Reid all looked over. Hotch stared at Rossi, then sighed and shook his head.

“…. I… I don’t know.” He said, softly.

By the time they reached Coruscant, Hotch was much better. Reid, however, was much worse. So much so that the BAU didn’t set down at the landing pad and take a shuttle to the Temple… it set down right before the Temple itself. Master Jedi Consulars whose abilities focused on healing were waiting. The team immediately unloaded Reid, who was wrapped tightly in blankets and was immediately whisked away to the infirmary. Hotch followed; though most of his symptoms were gone, he was still weak and achy.

By the time he had made his way to the infirmary, his legs were shaking. He was immediately guided to a bed. But even as he was examined, he was watching Reid. The boy’s tremors faded as a pair of Na’Vi placed their hands on his hips and shoulders. (AN: Couldn’t help it!!! ^.^)

Within minutes Reid was resting easier, thanks to the Master Jedi Healers. After seeing Hotch and Reid settled, Rossi had no choice but to report to the Council about what had happened…

And half an hour later, he was standing before the Council.

“What happened.” Strauss demanded, glaring.

“… We don’t have the full story.” Rossi said

“Where is Gideon?!”

“With his Padawan.”

“He may not be his Padawan for much longer.” Master Ryan snorted.

“Peace, Master Ryan.” Soothed Amna Kao, a female Nautolan. “Now what happened?”

“We tracked a Baragwin named Horan Arbel to Carosi.” Rossi said. “Once there, we split into pairs. The Padawan was paired with Elle Greeneway. They were sent to speak to people in the Cantinas to try and find Arbel.”

“What did they find?” Strauss asked.

“… We don’t know.” Rossi admitted. “My guess… is that a Twi’Lek named Lee found them. He crossed our paths several times on Nar Shaddaa, and he seemed… very interested in Elle. All we know is… we were suddenly overcome by a horrible feeling… and we knew something had happened to Reid. We all sought him out, immediately. Hotch ran ahead. We found them in one of the… pleasure-domes. In a pit of Vi’Tani Pods.”

Horror swept through the Council. The twin Masters, Noria and Ralko Cereni, looked ill.

Rossi sighed and looked down. “When we got there Hotch was fighting, but the Vi’Tani were overpowering him… they had… penetrated and had laid two eggs, but they were struggling to contain him fully… Reid was not resisting. The Vi’Tani were fully engaged in assaulting him… three at a time… and they were actively laying their eggs. We got them out and headed home right away. Reid had ingested a large amount of the nectar… his vitals weren’t stable, T5-A1 had to remove eleven eggs from him without sedation. But because of the amount of nectar he ingested and absorbed, the withdrawals have become life threatening.”

“And where is Elle?” Strauss asked.

“… She left with Lee.” Rossi said. “Only Reid knows the full story.” He sighed. “This was not the fault of anyone… Our theory is that Lee is a Dark Jedi. He targeted her. He turned her. And when Reid refused to turn, he threw him to the Vi’Tani. Hotch told me that he went in after Reid… Elle refused to assist him. She left with Lee.”

“… We are saddened by this… but I cannot say that we are surprised.” Master Raahn Syr rumbled in his deep voice, leaning back in his chair.

Bre Mong nodded in agreement with the Cathar Master. “We have felt the Dark Side within her for a long time. We hoped that it would never take hold, but…”

“I had never sensed it…” Rossi admitted, shaking his head. “I must be blind to have never noticed.”

“Do not be angry with yourself…” Came the soothing tone from Master Eesa K’Tal of Kamino. “No one can claim to have mastered the Force so perfectly that NOTHING escapes their notice. In the eyes of the Force, we are ALL blind.”

“How is the Padawan’s training coming?” Strauss asked.

“Is this really the time for this?” Master Amna Kao asked, shooting Strauss a look. But Rossi answered anyway.

“His ability to pick up new techniques is astounding. It’s his ability to CONTROL these abilities that he needs to work on. And so that is where our focus has come to rest.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Sa’Eeya’Da.

“… He’s reminiscent of when Aaron Hotchner made the food in the dining hall explode when he was a youngling.” Rossi grinned. Several of the Masters joined him with wry chuckles.

“Or the garbage chute incident…” Master Bre Mong snickered. Kitata Ree sent the female Kel Dor a glare. Titters went around the Council Chamber again.

“So long as he learns to control his Lightsaber when he throws it.” Strauss grumbled, and the room erupted into laughter.

“This meeting is adjourned.” Kitata Ree snorted, and the twin Masters Noria and Ralko Cereni stood.

“Then we shall take our turn tending to Padawan Reid.” Noria said in her quiet, gentle tone, and the twins headed down to the Med Bay to relieve the tiring Na’Vi pair, taking their place by Reid’s sides and using the Force to help lessen the agony of his intense withdrawal…

When they did, Reid’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at them.

“… M-Masters…” He gasped, his voice strained in his pain and exhaustion.

“Shhhh…” Noria shushed him.

“Rest.” Ralko told Reid. “Just keep your Force channels open and let us help you.” Noria gently stroked Reid’s sweat soaked hair. Reid just whimpered, closing his eyes as tremors took over his body.

“Please… please… I… I need some… do… do we have any? Please! I need it!” He cried.

“We do not keep Vi’Tani Nectar in the Temple.” Ralko said, calmly. “And even if we did, we wouldn’t allow you to have any more. You must fight these cravings, youngling.”

Reid just cried.
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