Yesterdays Lost ~ A Highlander/Star Trek Crossover Fanfic

Yesterdays Lost Part 9 ~ Still Waters Run Deep

“Well... That could have gone better” Angel Morgan remarked as the guards left the cell-block. She drew her feet up until she was seated cross-legged on her bunk, leant her chin in one hand and sighed heavily. Across the corridor, Farrell tried not to meet the disappointed gaze of his friend's single blue eye that was visible through her tangled black fringe.

“We'll figure something out” Penwarden declared.

“Forgive me if I don't hold my breath” the woman's retort was less audible than it might have been but neither Farrell nor Penwarden needed to be reminded that their grand plan had been a disastrous failure. Angel still faced trial for murder and now they two were in prison alongside her, charged with planning to aide and abet a fugitive and pervert the course of justice. Martin opened his mouth to object; protest that she was being unfair but Farrell stayed him with a hand on his sleeve. “She's afraid” he reminded his one-time student.

“I was her teacher!” Penwarden snapped. “I know her like my own daughter, I know she's afraid!”

“Then be silent and stop giving fuel to her fears!” the older man lowered his voice, uncomfortably aware that Angel could hear them.

“Fuel... I...”

Farrell shook his head. “It's a hearing, Morgs, remember that; not a trial. Tell the arbiter as much of the truth as you can. Tell him the guy intended to...”

“I'll tell him” she nodded quietly.

“That's my girl” Martin chimed in as he directed his thoughts to his unseen Arachnid companion. B.O.B you'd better have this in hand he warned.

The next few hours passed slowly. Guards brought meal trays and took them away again. Finally when the chronometer near the monitoring station displayed 14:15, the main doors opened to admit the judiciary parties who were escorted into the magisterial suite next door. Five minutes later, three starfleet security officers approached the forcefield of Angel's cell. “Step away from the forcefield, turn around and place your hands on the rear wall”. Obediently, she did as she was ordered, closing her eyes tight as she laid her palms flat against the bulkhead. A faint whirr heralded the collapse of the forcefield. Two of the security guards entered while the third remained outside the threshold, keeping a phaser trained. One of the guards took hold of Morgan's left arm, twisted it behind her back and cuffed her wrist; then he did the same with her right. The two men were firm and impersonal, but not rough as they performed their duties. Then, with one in front and one at each elbow they led her into the corridor. Farrell tried to look reassuring but he doubted that he could hide the fear in his eyes, which he knew reflected the same in hers, a fear which the tears now rolling down her cheeks could not wash away. As the group turned the corner, Martin hoped he was not imagining the huge arachnid form that moved with them.