he made a face and looked away. the man was mad.

Samuel dropped his grin when the other looked away. "Do you have another cotten ball?" He asked.

*he went to the duffel and pulled out a couple more and one of the tranqs. "please be civil this time or i will have to sedate you" this time he actually sat in the other's lap. when the other opened his mouth he stuck his thumb all the way in the back against the hinge of the jaw forcing the other to keep his mouth open. he placed two cotton-balls along the ragged gash he could just barely make out. quickly he retracted both hands as the other tried to bite him again. he heard the other's teeth snap fruitlessly against each other, "now that was not so bad was it?" he wiped the blood and spit down side of the man's shirt.

"Say that when your being sat on by a crazy person who just murdered everyone you work with." Samuel said around the cottonballs.

he sighed exasperatedly "i am not crazy"

Samuel gave Echo a once over. "You hijack a shuttle, turn off all transmissions and set up fake 'it's all okay messages' then murder an entire tower's personal. How is that not crazy?" Samuel asked but he knew if someone really wanted to be politically correct, both Samuel and Echo were more then a little crazy. "And could you get off me, for all skin and bones you really are quite heavy."

he got up off of the other and was met with a wave of dizziness. obviously he did not get enough rest. "that is not crazy merely strange. crazy would be if i had done it spontaneously or for no better reason than i could, i am no more crazy than this than you are for coming here and setting up this thing" he sat down on the floor. "are you tired? i am tired."

"I get paid to do it." Samuel said dismissivly. "And no I'm not particularly tired."

"ah, and i get paid as well, i see we are on the same page there-abouts" he reached over as far as he could into the bag, he pulled out the empty syringe and the partial bottle of sedative. "no, i definitely think you are." he drew a little out and pricked the other in the thigh" he did not want to waste th hour or so he'd get to spend sleeping while waiting for his superiors to get back with their verdict.

Samuel fought the effect of the sedative as long as possible but eventually fell under its lul. Before he was completely asleep he muttered, "I wasn't tired before. And you just like stabbing me don't ya? I'll add that to your crazy list."

he woke abruptly. his box clicked a second time and he sprang to his feet. he wanted to throw up but he ignored it, four days was not so bad, he had gone this long before. he tapped out a couple keys and the box blipped, hear his mate's voice over the intercom. 'transmission received, we will send it when the last tape comes in' he blinked "last? who has failed?" 'muir' he growled "i said he was not ready" the other was silent for a moment "regardless, you have time, get some sleep, you sound like hell warmed over and your video did not look much better' "of course" he tapped out an exit then laid back down near the other. he hoped the other stayed asleep for a good li=long while

Samuel was half asleep when he heard Echo moving about. He listened in on the conversation and semi-filed away that one murderer had failed and another had not. He was not sure if that was supposed to be a private transmission but played it safe and pretended not to wake up.

he did not sleep yet however, the other was awake. he sighed "you really don't want to be tranq'ed do you?"

Samuel opened his eyes with a glare. "Your asking me if I want to be stabbed? Because everyone wants to be injected with various serums that could possibly not actually contain tranquelizer." Samuel was aware that he was getting very sarcastic to someone who would likely carry out any form of bodily harm on his person.

"ok listen, listen well for i am not in the habit of repeating myself, as long as you are useful i will not do anything to seriously jeopardize your health. i am however so tired i cannot see straight. i need sleep and i cannot sleep unless you do. right now i don't care if you grow a dependence if it means i get another hour of sleep. do you understand? so try and go to sleep or the next one will not be so nice" he closed his eyes.

Samuel frowned but said, "Don't stab me this time and I'll go to sleep." He really wanted to say something else but the threat of a dependence on a sleeping drug was not something he wanted fulfilled. Physical blows he could handle but him and drugs should not mix in his mind.

he laid there on the floor for several minutes before he gave up. his paranoia outweighed his tiredness, he scooched over to the other and picked up the syringe and vial he drew a little more and looked up at the other "takes four doses, that is two vials, i figure it should not take any less than one for you and this is only a little less than half gone." he slithered up over the other man's legs until he was half in the other's lap. he reached up the rest of the way and injected the sedative into the man's arm.

Samuel gave Echo a drooping glare, "I hate you and your syringes." He informed the other calmly before dropping off into oblivion.

"i am sure" he whisperd. he pushed off of the other and laid down again, he needed this rest badly.

Samuel awoke a few hours later and with a slightly vengefull smile said, "Wakey-Wakey, Echo."

he twitched and opened his eyes, the edge of delirium that had been following him had left and he felt better for it, still tired but better. he spared the other a dry glance "what is it that you need?" he figure the other either needed to take a piss or eat something, right about now he certainly was feeling it

His stomache growled to answer him but Samuel said, "It would be nice to use the restroom."

*he pulled himself from the floor "i suspected as much" he moved over to the duffel and pulled out scissors. he went over to the other and snipped at the tape binding his legs. he did a brisk rub-down of each. "standing is going to suck for you but that is how it goes, i don't trust you not to strangle me on my back and you are too heavy any other way." he turned the chair to get to the other man's hands. he stood up quickly then and leaned toards the other just a bit "just know if you run i may be forced to break it off" he lifted the other with one arm into a standing position

Samuel gave a shrug, "One less arm to worry about." His mind was screaming pain but he was attempting to ignore it in favor of walking. He mentally cursed his apparently weak legs and will, he should just be able to ignore it. "Fucking legs." He muttered.

he said nothing but held on tighter. there was a latrine on the floor below, he led the other over to the elevator to spare him that much at least. they went down in silence. the bathroom was easy enough to find he pushed the man past the urinals and into a stall. he stood at the doorway his arms crossed.

Samuel finished his business quickly and was quickly back out of the stall. As soon as he exited the stall his arm was once again the hostage of Echo. "So do I get food or get retied to the chair?"

"you get to wash your hands then wait for me"

Samuel sighed, "Okay." The headed towards the sink. The temptation to fling water at Echo was great, but Samuel resisted for the most part. So what if they both ended up slightly wetter then normal?

when the other was done he taped the man's wrists to the curved head of the sink. it was a waste of tape but he would rather waste it than risk it. he quickly slipped in to do his business then slipped back out. he washed his hands then un-taped the other. "you want food then?" he began heading for the kitchen

"Yes, I want food." Samuel repeated as he was lead. He knew where he was being lead and wondered if Echo planned on the kitchen not being finished. It had some stock but not alot, the shuttle that had been due to arrive yesterday had been carrying a majority of the food.

when they got there he was surprised to see the kitchen was poorly stocked. he realized with a sigh it was mostly perishable on the ship he came in with. he let go of the other, trusting the man not to try and escape or fall over. keeping an eye trained on the other he set about looking for consumables

"Food items are in the back. Powdered stuff is in cans and needs water added to it." Samuel said as he walked back Echo further into the kitchen. "Don't expect it to be too filling."

he refrained from giving the other a look. he browsed around until he found something easy "instant porridge and fruit bars" he reached out and took the tin as well as a handfull of the bars

"Porridge?" He asked the other disbelieving. "Nevermind," Samuel said as he grabbed a different tin. "You can eat whatever you want, even if it tastes like cardboard."

he grabbed the other by the back of the neck and pulled him close "you forget, i am not your mother or your nanny, i am your captor. you do not get a choice"

Samuel gave his captor a grin, "I'm pretty sure I would have to go blind and deaf before mistaking you for my granny or mother." Samuel has decided that playing with his captor is a lot of fun. "And," Samuel said, "if I'm so against it I won't eat it, thus giving myself a choice."

he had to look away again as the other gave him a cock-eyed smile over his shoulder. there was something distinctly wrong here. he let the other go "then eat it, but you will have to make it yourself."

Samuel's smile got wider. "Okay, like I said most stuff here is just add water, because how many technicians do you know that can actually cook?"

he did not answer the question but he kept an extra close eye on the man all the way up until they had finished. he felt uncomfortable around the other and though it was intriguing everything in him was saying this was wrong

Samuel quickly had his meal...thing ready and returned to Echo. "Back up I'm assuming." Samuel said. His food was mashed potatoes and a fruit ration bar.