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Lost	By : Isadorabelle Category: Star Trek > Deep Space 9 Views: 3335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Lost is in the process of being rewritten! That means that when I'm done, you'll get the benefit of four more years of literature classes, English classes, and a college degree. There will be differences and overall improvements. While I am rewriting, this story will remain up and the new version will be titled "Lost: Revisited". For the most part I will more frequently update deviantart (http://isadorabelle.deviantart.com) or Ad Astra (http://www.adastrafanfic.com/viewuser.php?uid=189). I will update here, however I tend to get more of a response on those two sites and...
I need the validation.***

Ok, I have the disclaimer up, so I don’t have to say that. I will say, though, that this wasn’t beta-d so if you would like to criticize that…don’t. I know it already. Secondly, Mixie is mine. She is purely my own creations as well as the species and planet. I’d like to remind any fellow writers that it is very rude and offensive to borrow someone else’s work and ideas without giving credit to them. Please tell me if you do, and provide me with a link to where it is or a copy, and give me credit and a link to this story in that one. Thanks! PS- I’ll also point out that this story does have naughty business in it, and I plan on it being more than once. I happen to believe in plot as well as ahh, naughty business, so bare with me and enjoy. ~~~~ Mixie moaned painfully and slowly opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was the two pilots, who were also the security escorts, shouting that they were crashing. Now, Mixie could feel her head laying on her arm and various places all over her body aching from the spoken crash. She looked upwards and over the seats where the two bodies of the officers were fallen. It was hard to tell from her position, but she thought they were dead. Wincing and moaning painfully she got up to her knees and rubbed her shoulder. There was a fine bruise starting to develop there on her shoulder, it a vibrant shade of purple and blue through her torn top. Groaning, she pulled herself up on the bench part she had been sitting on and looked out of the window. Well, the air was breathable. Outside there wasn’t a whole lot of vegetation, mostly rock, some trees, shrubs. Limping slightly Mixie walked over and knelt beside the pilots. Tucking a strand of blonde hair- stained red by a gash on her forehead- she felt for a pulse on the man. None. Mixie, frowning, reached out and gently shut his eyes before looking at the woman. She was young, a Bajoran officer. “Don’t….let him….go….” It sounded as if it took all of her strength to say those words to her, and with each one as if someone pushed a knife further into her torso. Mixie looked her over, at least what she could see. The crash had crumbled the front part of the shuttle like a plastic cup, and the equipment, unfortunately, had to go somewhere. For the woman, it was nearly cutting her in half with it’s weight. Mixie knew she couldn’t move it, she couldn’t help the other woman. So, not knowing what else she could do, she took one of her hands in both of hers. “Destroy…phaser….he must…pay…” The woman’s shaky, clammy grip on her hand went slack as the breath she had sucked in slowly left her body. The awareness that all living creatures seemed to have slowly left her, just as her breath did, and was replaced by the same glassy, haunting expression that the other officer had. Mixie pulled in a shaky breath and, trembling slightly, slowly laid the woman’s hand across her body. She bit her lips and reached up, shutting her eyes. Forcing back tears, Mixie slowly pulled herself up to her feet and looked back towards the back of the shuttle, to the ‘him’ that the woman was referring to. He was Dukat, the Cardassian Gul who was responsible for the death of Jadzia Dax. He hadn’t managed to escape and had been on the way to Earth to stand trial for Jadzia’s death. She, on the other hand, just wanted to go back to San Francisco. She wanted to see her grandfather and her twin sister. SHE didn’t DO anything. Now though, thankfully, Dukat was unconscious like she had been. He had been in the back of the small shuttle with a force field and that force field seemed to be failing. She licked her lips slightly and kneeled, taking the male officer’s phaser and hers. She examined them a moment before tossing one on the floor. Looking at the one in her hands a moment longer she fixed the setting on it, or at least she thought she did, she wasn’t sure how to use them. Pointing it at the one on the floor she effectively vaporized it after holding the beam on it for a few minutes. “Hmm well, easy enough.” She murmured and limped to the force field. The Cardassian inside was just now stirring. As an extra precaution they had put him in hand binds. Of course the fact that he talked the whole time until they ran into engine problems hadn’t done much. If anything, the force field protected him from the short tempered Bajoran. Mixie herself remained quiet and ignored him all together. She just wanted to go home. “Are they alright?” Mixie saw Dukat getting to his feet. His normally slicked back hair was slightly askew while he himself pulled at his restraints. “They didn’t make it.” She glanced around and noted the emergency beacon. Without Star Fleet experience she didn’t even have the knowledge to know if it was working but, nevertheless, she knelt in front of it and followed the very easy instructions in doing it. Until they showed up though- it was cold. She was just now realizing how cold it really was and that the shuttle was doing little to protect them. Mixie looked up and saw Dukat watching her from inside his small prison. He was no doubt thinking about how he’d kill her if he could. She breathed in deeply and licked her lips before moving slowly to the flickering force field. “I think…I think the best thing we can do is try and find some place warmer.” She said nodding and glanced up at him. Dukat nodded in agreement. “But, you know, I can’t go anywhere with this force field here. And, I can’t travel very well with these.” He held out his arms in hopes that he could convince her to release the binds. They were simple enough to do because they were only an extra and unnecessary precaution. Even a simpleton like her could figure it out. “Don’t push it, I could just leave you here.” She replied scathingly before pulling out the two thermo blankets and going to the force field. She breathed in and looked up at him before looking at the control panel and deactivating the shield. Immediately she had the phaser on him. “I don’t know what setting this is on, but either way it’ll stop you.” She warned and, not taking her eyes off of him, she moved to the door and pressed on the panel. With a groaning whine it opened half way and the chilling air that the shuttle didn’t buffer from them rushed in, making Mixie shiver. It was cold to her, about 40 F, but she knew that Cardassians naturally preferred hotter, more moist heat than humans. He would be too cold to do anything anyway. “Let’s go, you walk in front of me.” She hugged the blankets to her. There had to be a cave around there, but they couldn’t stay with the bodies. ~|8|*O*|8|*~ Mixie guessed they had been walking for about two hours. Of course with the biting gusts of icy wind, it could have been twenty minutes and she wouldn’t have known the difference. Her feet hurt, so did her leg…and her ribs. Saying her whole body hurt pretty well summed it up, but even with that, and the bother of holding the blanket around her, and holding the other one, AND the phaser on Dukat, it wasn’t as bad as the wretched man himself. He didn’t stop talking; he didn’t complain much, true, but talking in general. So far she knew intimate details of the Occupation, what he did as Prefect on Terok Nor, now Deep Space 9, and most of all how he cared for the Bajoran people. The man was an expert on himself and loved to talk about what he knew best. Himself. As they walked Mixie had collected wood to burn. As modern as earth was, her grandfather was a die hard ‘back woodser’ and taught her how to go camping. Camping meant fires, fires meant wood, and none of it made a damn bit of sense unless you knew how to make a fire…which she did. Mixie walked to where a tree had fallen sometime before and tore off some more branches before approaching Dukat. “You know, I’m probably twice your age and have more survival skills under my belt. Don’t you think I would serve us both better if I wasn’t the one carrying the wood?” He asked and raised one ridge at her. Mixie breathed in deeply and looked at him. “Shut up. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” Her last demand came out in an almost shrill scream. “If you really cared about the Bajoran people they wouldn’t have been your slaves. You wouldn’t have forced them into your bed, you wouldn’t have done everything you did. If you cared about the Bajorans, you would have helped them escape but you didn’t so- Shut. Up.” Mixie breathed in deeply to calm down. She was cold, tired, hurting, and now highly irate. It wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t said anything else the whole time they were walking. She threw him a murderous glare before stalking around a boulder. Just a little more, just a few more words and she’d find out what setting the phaser was on by using it on him. Dukat merely watched her walk around the boulder. “I see women don’t vary from species to species. None of them can handle stressful situations.” He muttered and slowly started to follow. Looking up she saw the side of a mountain, almost solid rock. Closing her eyes a moment she felt tears come to her eyes and she just silently sobbed to herself, honestly thinking that it was too much and she’d rather give up and fall out dead right there. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes and looked over towards her left that she saw Dukat grinning at something in the rock face. Mixie wiped away a few stray tears and looked at her hand. Dirt, great. She had seen a stream just a few minutes back in the walk, but it was far too cold. The sun was starting to set too, which just added to the already bad situation. It was pretty though, with streaks of purple where the dying rays hit the bottom of the clouds and making a shadow over the land below. What she saw Dukat smiling at almost made her laugh out loud. There, in the wall of the rock, was the opening. What was on the other side it was hard to say, but it was an opening. Letting out a small laugh she approached it, followed shortly by Dukat. She imagined that he didn’t want to get too close, a wise idea. The opening was just big enough for her to walk through, although Dukat would have to duck slightly. Inside were items that apparently someone else had left behind- a cup, plate, some sharpened stones, and the remains of a fire. It was comfortably big, she thought as she walked in and looked around. It was about the rough size of her bedroom but more importantly, it was shelter from the harsh wind outside. Dukat followed Mixie in and looked around, his grin spreading more over his face as he dumped the wood on the old pile. “Well this looks much better than trying to climb the mountain. Wouldn’t you say?” Mixie nodded and smiled, relieved. “Much better. Here,” She unfolded the thermo blankets and pulled out the rations tucked into the convenient pouch on each blanket. She tossed his blanket to him and knelt by the fire, arranging the wood to build the fire and, then, set the fire ablaze with the phaser. She sighed and looked down at her clothing. Her loose, thin pants were torn and dirty. She would just have to get new ones, and a new blouse. These were ruined. After some difficulty, and some glares at Mixie, Dukat was able to get the thermo blanket wrapped around him and held between his bound hands. “You could make all of this easier of you just took-“ “No.” “Well that’s the end of that.” Dukat muttered with a glower after she said no, looking mildly irritated. She tossed a ration pack to him, which he promptly missed because of the hand binds. ~ Hours later, after they both had eaten and the sun had been down, they had nothing more to say. Dukat had tried to make conversation by talking about the one thing he knew best, himself and his benevolent behavior. With nearly everything he said she made a reasonable retort to his logic and behaviors, and while although it amused her, it seemed to frustrate him to no end. It wasn’t until the sound of some animal stopped her from enjoying his irritation. It wasn’t close, thankfully, but it was a nocturnal predator, she knew that much. It sounded a lot like a wolf, just bigger. Mixie swallowed, her eyes a bit wide, and looked over at Dukat, who also had momentarily put aside their bickering at the sound. His head was tilted up, his eyes looking upward as he concentrated on listening. He grinned slightly. “It sounds like we have some wild friends. I wonder how they feel about slow moving, warm, humanoids?” He said in a mock curious tone and looked at her, seeing a golden opportunity and a slow grin spread over his face. Mixie looked towards the entrance of the cave and licked her lips slightly before looking back at him again. For several long minutes they just watched each other, Dukat trying to judge by small indications in her lovely facial features what she was thinking, and Mixie trying to decide what to do. “If I take that off, and if you kill me, when the Federation comes and realizes that your one dead body short of the full crew, they will start looking. And, when they find out you killed me, that is one more murder on your hands.” Mixie told him warningly, but stopped when he raised a hand. “My dear…Mixie isn’t it…I give you my word that I will not do anything other than what I can to help both of us survive. I am not the monster the Bajoran people make me out to be, I would have hoped our time together would prove that for you.” Dukat’s tone sounded almost wounded that she seemed to still doubt him. With a grunt he got to his feet and approached her, holding his hands out. Mixie, after a moment longer of hesitation got to her feet and looked at the device. She glanced behind him at the light from the flames dancing on the other wall. The fire from before had been made closer to the wall she was next to, which lead her to believe that it was one or a very small group here before. “I don’t know how to work this.” She told him after a moment of looking at them. This time Dukat rolled his eyes. “You touch that first, then that…..” He walked her through the sequence as he watched her slowly release him from the annoyance. There were some things one couldn’t do with your hands bound, it just so happened with his photo graphic memory, he had memorized the way to get them off, he just couldn’t do it. Just a moment later Mixie watched the cuffs unhook from the inside mechanism. Dukat immediately got them off his wrists and threw it to the ground, rubbing his wrists slightly. “You don’t realize how annoying that is until you have to wear them.” He commented idly and looked down at her. Mixie, meanwhile, just watched him and was conscience of the phaser in her pocket. She licked her lips slightly. “Umm, I expect so. Anyway, we should get some sleep.” She said and turned to put distance between them. The idea of getting some sleep seemed to be fouled though when Dukat reached out and roughly grabbed her by the neck. He spun her around and pushed her to the wall of the cave, one hand on her shoulder and the other still on her neck. She gasped in and reached up to pull his hand from around her neck, but he used his other one to slap her hands away. The grip on her neck wasn’t tight enough to strangle her, but it was firm enough to get the point across that he could kill her easily. “You Terrans, your far too trusting.” Dukat shook his head at her as if she were a child. Mixie cursed out loud, Dukat laughed.
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