Smugglers base

By the time Ty ordered contaminatation suits, the gelatinous ooze had seeped into the underground levels. A general alert and threat of biohazard was initiated. Tracie was let in, and the first words out of her mouth were- "What's happenning?"
Trey rolled his eyes "Boli-can you bring ensign Reynolds up to par. Excuse me." 
"You are cruel to her." Ty chided.
"She hasn't been gold to me either Ty." He answered "I didn't come here of my own free will, much as you are my friend."
 "Humans." he sighed. "you make things so much more difficult than they need to be." "Now what's _that_ supposed to mean?" Trey inquired sharply to the unhearing purple rug. 


Drydock

Traci found Atreydes some time later wedged into an electronics panel, talking tough to a bunch of faulty wires. He saw her out of the corner of his eyes, and the thought came unbidden
 ::Wow! and here I am with a handful of live wires!!:: 
He confessed his sin to the Lord on the way out of the panel.
 "Ty has told me the terms of the smugglers' agreement." He shrugged, not making it easier on her. "Both you and I are to remain with them as their contacts until acceptable replacements can be found. We are to go with them on their first run."
 "The term is insurance Ensign." he told her, tired of the dance.
 "What is your problem?" She shot back.
"Do you want them listed alphabetically or just off the top of my head?" he snarled back. "You and your SDA cloak and daggers force me to come here-when I wanted nothing better than to forget this part of my life ever existed, I nearly get thrown out an airlock, shot at, slimed, and now I'm trapped into resuming this life with you. Worse, I get to be your babysitter."
 "I don't need you to babysit."
"Oh yes." he answered with scorn "you know everything there is to know about smuggling. Not only are you a Starfleet ensign, and a James Bondite, you're the reincarnation of Captain Courageous." 
 "Captain who-?"
"Nevermind." he said "just forget I said anything. Go and congratulate yourself on how miserable you've managed to make me. I think revenge was best served cold, and the temperature in this bay has gotten positively icy." He brushed past her with an abrupt gesture and fled into the darkened corridors. 

Tracie lgared at his retreating back, wondering how he _dared_ blame her for this. Then she realized that in truth, she was at fault. She had gotten him into this, enjoying the fact that he resented it. She reveled in the revenge she had extracted. 
It wasn't fun anymore. She had wanted him annoyeed, resentful, even angry. She had not been prepared for the stark pain and misery, not top mention blinding rage that he had exhibited. She feared she had made an enemy for life. And that idea bothered her.
 ::Of course it does.:: she reasoned ::until we get this shakedown run finished, I am in Scott's power. He is the one with the smuggling contacts, he's the one that is running things. They only tolerate me because he used to be one of them.:: 
Why didn't she feel comfortable with that idea? 

Several decks below.

Atreydes stared fixedly out the bay window. Wondering how so much could have gone so wrong so quickly. Not two months ago he had been planning his future on the Isla Nublar colony. Now he was dragged forcibly back to a place and time he had tried so hard to run from. Bonnie, his AI. was quiet. After trying to sympathise, he had told her he wanted to be alone. He wasn't gentle, but she took the hint.