UNDERWATER EMPRESS by PENNYSPY RATED FRT

PART ONE: DISASTER

"Scott, it's too dangerous, get out of there!" Virgil yelled furiously into the radio as he watched his brother working below.

Scott didn't answer. His muscular frame strained to keep a grip as he fought against the violent salt waves; his handsome face grimaced with determination. International Rescue had been called - at the last minute - to an atomic oil refinery out in the middle of the Indian Ocean, which was under threat from an incredibly violent typhoon. The crew, all three of them, had evacuated just in time, and International Rescue had been called when it was realised that the giant nuclear powered turbines had become ruptured. A huge flood of lethal radioactive sludge would be emptied into the ocean, destroying all life in the water and causing decades of irreparable damage.

Right now, Virgil couldn't have cared even if the whole world would be affected. Scott was alone beside the huge turbines, attached to the side of the vast structure by super strong wires and magnets. He was trying to turn off the worst of the damage, to limit the amount of sludge that could escape and then seal the whole damn mess. When the weather cleared it would be possible to airlift it somewhere safe.

Meanwhile, Scott was being lashed by the waves that threatened to swallow his whole frame. Gordon was waiting for him in Thunderbird Four nearby, while Virgil hung outside the edge of the storm in Thunderbird Two, watching anxiously on Thunderbird Four's video screen. They all knew that the mission was taking too long - far too long. Virgil repeated his instruction.

"Get out of there, Scott. Now! You've sealed the worst of it; it won't be long before the typhoon moves away!"

Scott's voice crackled over the radio sounding stressed but assured. "Give me just five more minutes, Virgil! I have to get the last of this leak locked down!"

"Scott, there's a good chance that this storm'll get even worse in about five minutes." Gordon broke in, also sounding strained. "If you don't get out of there soon I won't be able to pick you up, not even underwater! You don't have enough oxygen left to outlast the storm and wait for a rescue!"

"I'm nearly there!" Scott shouted from inside a mask made of special new clear material absorbed the torrent of water splashing across his face, allowing him to see clearly. Working in weather like this would have been almost impossible without it. He was breathing from a lightweight air canister that lasted about two hours. Scott was now 1.45 hours into the supply. It was a further two minutes before he shouted. "I'm done! Gordon, get ready to get me off this wreck!"

Thunderbird Four bobbed up at the base of the enormous turbines. Scott began to climb down towards him, carrying the heavy welding equipment but losing one of the welding-gas tanks on his way. The storm lashed even more fiercely, which Scott couldn't believe, and even though he couldn't hear them through the roaring wind, Scott knew Thunderbird Four's engines would be at full throttle as it bobbed and churned in the daunting waters below. He was running out of time.

He loosened another support wire to allow him to slide down more quickly. That was when, suddenly, there was a loud bang that shook the structure and threw him sideways. The magnetic bolts and handholds had been switched off briefly to speed his descent. He hung by the two swinging wires, kicking and fighting to switch on the controls for the magnets while somehow, at the same time, trying to hook another wire around a nearby leg of the oilrig. He half succeeded in swinging a wire around, but then the second disaster occurred. A wave as big as the whole of the sky came crashing over him as his brothers both yelled a simultaneous, useless warning in his deafened ears. The wave ripped him bodily from the side of the secure turbine and suspended him in its irresistible body before dragging him under the white surface with it, smashing him against the sharp liquid so he felt a truck had hit him. He was unconscious before he even began to sink.

Virgil had to wait a further four minutes while Gordon struggled for control of Thunderbird Four. He didn't mince his words. "Any sign of Scott?"

"Err, negative. Nope. No sign! He got swept away like me by that wav..."

"He has less than ten minutes of oxygen left!" Virgil snapped. "Get back there and start looking!"

His fingers tightened on the controls as he tried to drown his fears in the depths of his brain. Through Thunderbird Four's camera link he's been able to see what happened to Scott. Enough to see him torn from the side and carried helplessly like a puppet by the sheer force of the wave. Like a beast, it had picked Scott up in its jaws and was probably even now chewing on his bones far below them. Virgil concluded he had too many thoughts, and ran his hand through his darkish brown hair, now slick with his sweat. The minutes ticked by like the fastest in the world. "What the hell caused that explosion, anyway?" He muttered. Lacking anything practical to do he went back over the tape of events. Scott climbing down towards them, when he'd foolishly switched off the magnets to speed it up. The wave coming towards him was clear, but first there had been a blast that had sent Scott flying loose and vulnerable into the path of the giant wave. Virgil rewound it. Then it clicked. The gas tank had exploded, smashed and ruptured against the side of the rig after Scott had dropped it. Virgil continued to watch to get an idea of where Scott might have ended up. But then the picture went as Thunderbird Four was swept away too. Sick fear started to knead at Virgil's tight stomach wall. He barked angrily into the radio. "Dammnit, Gordon! Move!"

Scott drifted beneath the pounding dark waves; barely aware he was alive. He drifted lower still as his lungs began to struggle for oxygen, and his body became a leaden mass that the greedy depths were pulling deeper and deeper. Helpless to resist it, he twitched in protest. A growing urgency woke him fully into the nightmare. Weakened from the lack of breath, he frantically kicked his legs only to find he couldn't get anywhere. He hung in the water, trying to inhale, failing to, his head and chest burning with the effort. The opaque red sheet flowed before his eyes, and then it all went black.

Virgil's hands shook and his brain was numb with dark denials. Gordon had been searching for ten minutes; well over Scott's expected oxygen survival time. The typhoon rumbled ahead of him, and for Thunderbird Four it was impossible to easily negotiate the churning water even below it. Scott could have been carried anything from a hundred yards to a hundred miles away by now. The impact must have knocked him cold, because he hadn't activated the remote locater attached to his lifejacket yet. He had taken off the life jacket, Virgil remembered with a groan. Ten minutes before because it was getting in the way.

"Virgil..." Gordon inquired. He obviously didn't want to know. Didn't need to say it. Fifteen minutes had elapsed, five minutes of dubious air. Scott wasn't on the surface, and that was another bad sign. Looking across to the distant rescue site, Virgil realised that the storm was moving again. The area would be calm in about ten minutes.

Virgil considered this, and sounded more optimistic as he replied to Gordon. "Keep looking, bro. He has more lives than a cat. We'll find him, trust me."

"F-A-B" Gordon said, almost believing it.

Scott felt something push between his lips. He was too exhausted to resist, and when sweet air poured into his nose and mouth any fight in him was quashed. He blinked, and a terrible pressure in his brain felt as though it would explode. His protests were stifled by weariness, and the world around him spun. He lost track of time, only aware of breathing slowly and the throbbing in his skull. Soon, even that was gone. At some undetermined hour his eyes flickered again and a dim light greeted his eyes,

He moved his head slightly, the sensations of being warm and dry soaking his muscles and filling him with delicious relaxation. It sent a warm glimmer up his spine. He stretched out, his body now his again. Each limb, each joint, was supple and soothed. Dimly he realised he must have been given some kind of drug, and he forced his drowsy eyes to examine his surroundings more closely.

"You're awake." a female voice announced. Scott, his brain still processing the room he was in, acknowledged with a grunt that the room was surrounded by water, and that the speaker was a slim silhouette against one of these walls.

The oxygen mask over his mouth meant he could only mumble a dull affirmative. The silhouette walked towards him. It looked down into his face as she leaned over. Removing his mask, it said. "My god found you. You were dying. If it wasn't for him, taking you to my people, giving you their bubble to use, you'd have drowned. Aren't you grateful for that?"

Scott grunted again. None of their words really made sense yet. As his eyes grew accustomed to focusing, he made out the features of his visitor. A fragile, childish face with a slender jewelled crown on dark, greenish hair that was piled high above her head. Her neck was elegant and he followed the line of it down to the top of her swan white gown. She smiled as his eyes flicked upwards hastily again.

"I'll take that as a yes." she purred. Scott felt her cold, pale hand trace his brow. "I am glad you have arrived at last. I had almost lost hope. Of course Shiggeru did not fail me."

At that point the door opened and an older man about his father's age entered. He wore long robes and had a rather stupid beard. He looked at the young woman as if he were her father. "Empress, the Council wish you to join them to discuss your marriage plans..."

"Oh, Hermes." the girl sounded petulant now. Childish, "What a time to ask." she smiled over at Scott. "He's enjoying my company."

"Empress, I must insist you come now."

"Very well." she sighed. She winked at Scott. Her eyes were big and shimmered blue, like the Atlantic Ocean. She left a second later.

After a while, Scott eased up onto his arms and swung carefully off the bed. He rested his hand on his forehead, wincing as the dull ache returned. His head filled with images, the harsh sea, and the smell of his protective suit...Where was his suit? Where the hell was he? He only now realised he was naked beneath the covers, and pulled the sheets self-consciously around him, staring at the fish in their underwater universe outside. The only way out was through the mirror door that the woman had left by. He got up, scratching his neck and scalp. He felt surprisingly fresh, or clean at least. He stretched across his back and then hopped on one leg, then the other like an athlete training before a race. He walked towards the mirror door, and could find no way of opening it. There didn't seem to be a handle. He hammered on the door, anxious now.

"Hello? Hey! Anyone hear me out there?" There was no reaction for a couple minutes, and he sat back on the bed. Then the door made a clicking sound and opened. A smallish, stocky man came in flanked by two guards. The guards wore tall blue headpieces like slimy versions of bearskin helmets. The little man was dressed in black robes. Scott remembered how to start conversations. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"You are in the kingdom of Aeden. You were rescued by the Empress Shiana's Guardian." the rather short man peered up at Scott on the bed and Scott pulled the sheet around more tightly. The man nodded. "I am Barronnell, the court tailor. I took the liberty of making you some clothes to wear when you present yourself to her highness." He snapped his fingers and a servant brought in a pile of neatly folded clothes, and another brought in a pair of sandals made of a seaweed rope material. Scott decided he was through being bashful and put them on quickly. He needed help with the extravagant fastening the robe, anyway, although his outfit also included a pair of soft dark blue trousers, over which he wore the greenish robe.

"We were unable to learn your name, Terran. What is it?" Barronnell asked.

"Scott. Scott Tracy. I need to contact my family. They must be worried sick by now."

"I can't make any promises." Barronnell said, "The Empress will decide what to do with you."

Despite the warmth of the underwater room, Scott suddenly felt a chill. As if he wouldn't see land again. Barronnell gestured for Scott to follow him, and he was led through the complex by two guards. Barronnell left for another room. Scott gazed at his surroundings in wonder. The corridors were large and spacious, but with mostly transparent outside walls made of a strange, jellyfish substance. The corridors led into larger caverns surrounded by oysters, or overlooked deep chasms lit only by ferocious sea-beasts with glowing eyes. Scott saw that the light was caused by giant sets of smooth clusters of...something hanging from smooth ceilings. Scott's guts did a double flip. He realised how deep he was, all alone down here, and totally at the mercy of this Empress. The girl who had come to him in his room...

The Empress' throne room was a glorious piece of natural art. Coral had been persuaded to flower and was immersed in elegant rock pools where glistening water exploded in a myriad of colours. The coloured rocks went way above the throne itself, and Scott guessed the whole place was some sort of converted set of caves. Green seaweed hung damply above her against the wall like cascading banners. She sat in her throne dressed in the same white gown, shimmering like mother of pearl. Even from the back of the room he could make out her large blue-grey eyes, fixed on him as he approached. On either side were rows of important looking men and women, and he guessed that this was the council. He returned his gaze to the Empress, and gasped. She was truly beautiful, sitting up straight and elegant, her long hands folded neatly in her lap. He guessed that she couldn't be older than sixteen.

Scott was ordered to kneel before her, and the two guards flanked him as he waited for her to speak. He knew he was more or less a prisoner awaiting sentence. There was a long silence. He could hear his own heart beat. For a moment, he longed to shout and run to the top of the steps leading up to her throne and shake her.

Just as it became unbearable, the Empress spoke. "Scott Tracy. The Kingdom of Aeden welcomes you into its sanctuary. We hope you feel gratitude and respect for our aid in your distress."

Scott kicked his brain and his mouth into action. He realised he still had a pleasant hangover from that damn drug they'd given him, especially as he raised his head and tried to stand. He was pushed to kneel back down by the guards. He kept his head raised, and said clearly enough for the whole room to hear.

"Your Highness, I cannot think of words enough to express my gratitude for your people's swift action. I would like to repay you to the best of my ability and will gladly help you in any way I can. I owe you my life, the most precious thing I possess. For that I shall be forever grateful."

Scott had spoken directly to her, sensing that she was the figurehead and that through her he thanked the people who had actually saved his life. It wasn't the greatest speech in the world, but he felt it punched all the right buttons. And it came from the heart. Now he just had to ask to go home.

The Empress walked towards him. "You may stand, Scott Tracy." Scott gladly got to his feet. She looked him in the eyes, and then spoke loudly and clearly to him and the whole room. "According to the laws of this kingdom, we now own your life until you can repay this great debt. You are now property of the Kingdom of Aeden, until I release you. As I am Head of State, you are now mine."

Scott's brain finally began snapping all the pieces into place. Every fragment of rumour that he'd heard in the last hour. He didn't like what he was hearing. The Empress ordered. "Come up here, Scott Tracy."

Scott was nudged forwards by the guards. He walked slowly up towards her, wondering what exactly she wanted. The steps below were clear white marble, inset with glittering fish mosaics. The Empress' silver blue eyes gleamed when he reached the top. She took his left arm, and held it as she turned to face him. Sweating, Scott heard her next words from within a growing state of shock.

"Shiggeru has delivered you to me. It is a sign � a sign that you will help to rebuild this Kingdom. By the powers vested in me as ruler of Aeden, I decree that we shall be husband and wife by this time tomorrow." she smiled at him; he was caught somewhere between paralysis and total shock. "As my husband, you will find yourself well cared for. I know you will bring beauty and strength to us all."

Scott began to mumble something but was drowned out by spontaneous cheers and shouting from the council below. His head spun and he was convinced he was still dreaming. He got a grip and used his strength to grasp her arm in return. Over the shouting he said to her firmly. This is ridiculous! Let me speak to my family! I have to get back to the surface!"

She smiled out at the crowd and leaned her lithe form against his. Without really looking at him she pulled him gently forwards to the front of the throne's platform, and said. "Don't argue here, Scott. It won't do you any good. It's an honour to be married to me. You'll realise that once you've been here a while longer."

"Explain to me why the hell I should do as you say?"

The livid expression on his face didn't faze her at all. She replied calmly. "Give yourself a day or two to get used to the idea. Rest and enjoy it here. Think about life with me." she reached up and kissed him.

Scott pulled away, angry. She laughed and waved to the crowd. She took his arm and they walked to the foot of the stairs. Guards surrounded them again as they made their way to her royal chambers. Scott glanced around desperately for avenues of escape, but knew he was completely trapped. Feeling claustrophobic, he continued the procession. He wondered what his brothers were thinking, and how long he'd been down here. He was terrified they would think he was dead.

Virgil's face was as black as a thundercloud. "I can't stop looking now, Father. It's still more than possible he survived. He could be on an island somewhere!"

His father viewed him on the video screen with equally heavy features. "You haven't had a break in two days, Virgil. Now rest. The coastguards of every island within five hundred miles are helping out and Alan and Gordon can handle things for a bit on their own. But you'll be a danger to yourself if you don't rest. Now get to the cabin and let the others worry."

"But if Scott sends out a distress signal..."

"Then John'll pick it up in the satellite and we'll tell you. Scott will be found, Virgil. Now do as I say."

Jeff glared pleadingly at him, and Virgil relented at seeing this deep concern beneath the anger. He nodded. "Okay, Father." he let out a hard breath. "O, okay. I'll leave the radio channel open. I'll be ready if...When they find him."

"Exactly. Goodnight, son."

"Goodnight, Father."

Jeff switched off the screen and the static picture of Virgil in uniform reappeared. He was alone on the island except for Kyrano, Brains and his mother. Tin Tin had left with Alan in his jet. Thunderbird One would be collected from the heliport tonight. Gordon was with the coastguard despite his recent back injury, unrelated to the one that had nearly killed him. He had been helping to move some equipment that was heavier than he'd first thought, before the others could warn him, he'd wrenched his shoulders. It wasn't serious, but this injury had prevented him from fixing the turbines on the oilrig. Scott had taken his place, being the next best aquanaut they had. Jeff wondered idly if Gordon would have suffered a similar accident, had he gone instead. Jeff sighed quietly and glanced at the darkness outside. Dark all over the ocean. He looked unwillingly at Scott's portrait, painted by Virgil ages ago. He considered the chances of Scott surviving alone out in the big dark ocean. No air. Sharks. Possibly unconscious. Jeff refused to think about it anymore. This decision meant he was fast asleep in less than a minute.

The ocean slept. Beneath it, Scott faced the Empress in her private chambers feeling more than a little frustrated. She sat in a soft seat made of a similar jelly-type substance, which squashed to make a comfy yet firm seat when you sat down.

Scott tried again. "I don't want to marry you. It's nothing personal, but I don't even know you. I never asked to be rescued by your damn kingdom."

The Empress laughed softly. She poured him a glass of greenish liquid and gestured for him to sit down. "If I thought that you meant any of that I'd kill you � but I saw how grateful you are to be alive."

"Then kill me. You can't do this. Why do you want to marry me, anyway?" Scott sat heavily in the chair opposite and took the drink from her. He sniffed it cautiously.

The Empress prodded him with a small foot. "Well, for a start you're better looking than the Prince of Calshoom."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?"

"An ugly old man my Council wishes me to marry. Apparently it will be good for my people. However, I have no wish for him to corrupt my being."

"Trust me, you don't want me as a husband. I've got a lot of bad habits." He sipped from the glass. The liquid was oddly sweet, and it was water, freshwater but an unusual colour. He finished the glass.

"You have no choice, Scott. You will marry me."

"This is ridiculous!" Scott slammed the glass down on the shell table. "You don't seem to understand! I'm a Terran, from above water! I can't even breathe down here without help! What good would I be as your...Consort anyway? Besides, your rules shouldn't apply to me!"

"I might even agree with you, Scott. If you had not been brought to me." She rose to her feet. "Scott, I want to show you my kingdom and why you belong here. Won't you join me?"

Scott glanced around and wondered what other choice he had.

Guards escorted them as Shiana led Scott to the gardens. When they arrived there the guard stopped to wait for them at the gate. Shiana took his arm and brought him inside. Scott was instantly reminded of illustrations from the history books, of Ancient Greece. The garden clearly enjoyed the obvious love and attention that Kyrano regularly bestowed on Tracy Island, a fact that suddenly occurred to Scott like a bolt of hot pain in his chest. Damn it all, he missed being on the island. He wanted to go home.

"What do you think, Scott?" Shiana enquired softly, interrupting his tense thoughts.

Scott turned to her, and his voice caught a little. "This place is amazing."

"It moves you? I am pleased." She smiled at him, and for a second her face lit up, making her appear very beautiful indeed, both older and more relaxed. "My father made them for me when I was born...he had planned them as a monument to my birth. There are thirty-two sections to the garden, and each one is half a marine-mile square. They symbolise the last thousand years of my family's rule over Aeden. Each garden contains the rarest flowers and creatures in the kingdom, each one more magnificent than the last, each more incredible and beautifully decorated by the finest rarities of the undersea world."

"That's quite a gift..." Scott agreed.

"All my life, I have been able to come here to escape the drudgery of my life in the palace." She took Scott's hand, and kissed him. Scott pulled back. She looked hurt, and for a moment he was almost sorry. Then she lifted her nose in the air. "I brought you here to show you something that will prove that you belong here."

The hairs on the back of his neck raised up, but he asked anyway. "And what would that be?"

"Follow me!" she began to run, pulling him along with her. Scott kept up easily, although the heat was almost oppressive, steam pushing down on his chest.

The gardens were indeed in several sections. Each one contained stern statues of men and women in increasingly incredible settings, surrounded by caged or just marble monsters from the deep. She had been right � every garden contained greater treasures than the next. Shiana walked him through different sections, explaining who and what each of them were. Scott wasn't too interested, except her enthusiasm was infectious � these people were real to her, these ancestors who were long dead. And there were sets of statues that represented stories.

Shiana stopped them in front of one set of these statues. Five characters, three male, two female stood in a half-cirle, each proclaiming or emoting from stony faces. In the centre was a deep pool, where something shimmered beneath the surface.

"This was my ancient uncle Tiesto, who defeated the Leviathan belonging to the Kingdom of Asiiden. His brother, the Emperor, helped him in the battle, but died trying to protect him." She pointed to the first statue � of a grave, powerful-looking warrior, wearing very little except a net and a trident. "But Tiesto's wife prayed to the Gods and received the gift of calling Shiggeru." She pointed to the slender female figure, whose arms were raised in supplication. "And with Shiggeru came the protection of the people and the absolute rule of the Dalmedia Dynasty. He would protect our line in return for our veneration. And he has, for over a thousand years..."

"It's quite a legacy." Scott said.

She stopped and looked strangely at him. "It will be your legacy, too." She glanced around. "But that story is not the only one." She pushed a lever Scott had not noticed before, and the statue nearest to him moved.

Scott jerked back, startled. Shiana explained as the figure began to rotate, moving with leaden marionette steps, telling a story as she narrated. "There was a prophet back then as well. He predicted many marine-centuries of power and success, until the water-that-is-solid will fall in our kingdom and bring death to all who touch it."

The prophet statue raised a stone fist and in it gleamed the biggest diamond Scott had ever seen. It flung it forwards, and it landed in the pool at the centre of the display. Again, Scott saw something move.

"My father, my Emperor, found that this was true. A rock from the stars appeared in our waters a marine decade ago, and killed him and the people who brought it back with him. It's still in the waters outside the kingdom. But everyone who saw it, died. And Aeden fell into ruin. Nobody wanted to know us once the plague took hold. The main survivors were the weak and the palace officials."

The prophet puppet mimed death, and Scott glanced at the water. It was shaking, ripples turning it to bubbles.

"It...it left you alone here." He murmured. "How old were you?"

"Five marine years, when he died." She said, and her voice caught, and she moved forward and took his hand. Scott held it gently, keenly aware of how it felt to lose a parent. "He always promised that Shiggeru would find me someone worthy of our line." She nudged his gaze to the pool, and Scott gasped. A tentacle, thirty feet long, exploded from the water. It grasped a small figure, and all the statues lifted their arms in a pantomime cheer. Shiana's voice rose with it. "Shiggeru would find someone who could deliver me from the end of our line. Not the Prince of Calshoom. At true hero." She looked at him, eyes shining again, framed by the gaze of the five statues. "Scott...you were brought here to save me." She embraced him tightly.

Scott's protest was drowned out again as the statues creaked and ticked their return to their original positions. Against his better judgement, he returned the embrace, unable to reject her human contact. Her body was so slight in his arms, and she seemed so small to be in control of so much, and too young to be locked up here with just statues and gods for company. His annoyance shifted back a notch to simple unease. It was not a good place to be alone. The gods were watching...

"You will join me for dinner in my quarters this evening." She said then. Scott lifted his head, releasing her. Shiana looked up at him as if she wasn't having to stand on tiptoe to reach his shoulders. "Hermes will be with us. As he is now. He wants to make sure you are the one Shiggeru has said, although I do not believe you could be anyone else." She tilted her chin as if daring anyone else to argue. Scott would have laughed if he hadn't wanted to strangle her.

"I'm not who you think I am, Shiana." He told her. "These can't be about me!"

"You are more than you think." She smiled. "You just don't know it, yet. Come, we should go back to my chambers, now. But you are welcome to visit these gardens whenever you like by yourself..."

"Although there is no escape from here, Terran." Hermes' voice reached them through the gardens. "I see you searching for escape routes, or hiding places. There is nowhere to run to, and these gardens are often flooded at times during sleep periods. A terran, like yourself, would be wise not to wander away."

"Gee, well, I guess it can be lonely here." Scott didn't trust Hermes' smirking tone one inch.

The older man finished his approach. "Not as lonely as you'd think, Scott Tracy. There are gardeners and servants here constantly maintaining these wonders for the guests of the Palace to enjoy. You will find it difficult to lose oneself in here."

"I will order them to warn you when the flooding begins." Shiana told Scott. She cut a glance at Hermes, taking Scott's arm protectively. "Hermes would not allow anything to happen to you, my consort."

"That's...comforting." Scott grimaced.

"I came to inform you that the meals are almost prepared, Shiana. If you and your terran would return to us." Hermes smoothed his words over them.

"Yes, Hermes. We were on our way. Are you ready to return, Scott?"

"Sure, Shiana. You lead the way." Scott walked past Hermes, not missing the warning glare he received as he did. Shiana led the party back to the area she inhabited. Scott followed her eagerly, glancing back at the still statues and the darkly ominous pool behind them. Someone was always watching...

Virgil woke suddenly from an unformed dream. He snatched up the radio. "Anything, John?"

John's voice crackled, sounding equally dozy. "Negative, Virgil. Just the usual reports. We rescued a couple fishermen, but no Scott. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"Yeah. I've been out about fifty minutes." Virgil yawned despite himself. "I'll go back to sleep for another hour. You hear anything, call me. Okay?"

"Yeah. Don't worry." John switched off and left Virgil alone in the darkness of the cabin quarters. He shivered. The night felt cold, despite him being fully dressed and with full warm air conditioning. He lay back, his brain ticking over. He knew there was no choice but to wait, and to believe in Scott's uncanny abilities to stay alive. He sighed, turning over again and not feeling sleep steal his awareness again.

Scott had eaten all he had been given, including one or two things he didn't want to identify, like a mass of red gloop that was surprisingly delicious when he tried it. He was surprised at his ravenous appetite, but deep down knew he was preparing to keep his strength up, to take any chance he found so that he could escape.

"You will be fitted for the marriage clothes tonight." Shiana told him. "My tailor is the finest in a thousand marine miles..."

"That's great, but..."

"You will look perfect for the ceremony. I want everything to be perfect, to make this a rebirth of hope for my Kingdom..." She continued undaunted.

"I won't do it, Shiana. I just don't belong here." He cut in as calmly as he could.

Her Atlantic eyes became full of tears, but she sounded child-like again when she said. "This is my kingdom and you will do as I want!" Her eyes narrowed spitefully. "Besides, no one knows you are here. They all think you drowned, don't they?" She sat back, apparently sure that he would do as she said now.

It backfired. Scott became angrier. "That's why I have to contact them! I won't let you use me as a...a pawn so that you can get out of a crappy marriage. I'm not what you think, and I never asked to be!"

The Empress took his hand, looking into his eyes with a sudden strength that surprised him. "Scott, I can give you everything. Peace, security, complete safety. I won't even mind if you get fat and old on the luxury and servants..."

Scott laughed bitterly. "You can't bribe me into this, Empress! I'm not marrying you and that's it!" Pulling free he turned and strode towards the door. Two guards in mother-of-pearl armour blocked his way with large pikes made of shell and bone.

"You can't go until I say so." The Empress got up and laughed at his expression. She waved her hands at the walls around her. They were clear, and a huge garden of colourful coral and fish stretched out behind her. "You could escape through there, but you cannot escape in water this deep. It would kill you."

"How did I get here, then?" He'd been meaning to ask, but with one thing and another...

"We use bubbles made of this membrane to keep the integrity of things we find. We use them to kill fish in the air inside. When my god found you, I sent my people to collect you so that you could survive. They put you safely inside until you came here."

"So you do need to breathe air."

"But we can last for hours in the deepest water." Empress Shiana walked to him and gripped the edges of his robe. She looked up at him. "Scott, don't you want to join me, in ruling this world?"

"How? You said yourself - I can't even breathe out there." He reminded her curtly.

Her bright eyes flashed. "I am sure we can find a way to alter that. I have consulted with surgeons. There is apparently a way left over from a long time ago, when Terrans married from our race. We can make you enjoy all your time here, free to explore the Ocean floor..."

"I don't intend staying any longer than I have to." He pulled away, feeling hot, and she put a light hand on his arm. Her touch, he was aware of the gills on her neck, he spat. "You're not operating on me!"

"I want you to be happy here." Shiana said, and her voice quivered. "I will make you happy here."

He leaned in, unable to deny she was pretty, frustrated by her total disregard for reason. He suddenly had a splitting headache, and his stomach was killing him. He made a mental note not eat anymore of the red gloop. "Shiana, I don't even love..." Hotter still, strange...thoughts were getting dull like stars disappearing into ocean caves...all that he'd seen swirling before his eyes. Scott heard Shiana shouting from a great distance away...fuzzy...like some pressure illness...lines misting now's the time...don't let me fall...

He wavered, then felt the garden slipping past him, and reality becoming sick much too bright until he dropped painfully into a darkness that there was no escape from...

Help me, Virgil...

Virgil returned to the rescue operation refreshed after his sleep. He felt bad about it, but there hadn't been anything more that he could do. He called the nearby coastguard. He was pleased to hear that it was Chloe, a woman that he and Scott had worked with on more than one occasion.

"Sorry to hear about your brother, Virgil." She said.

"We'll find him. I know it. I was wondering if I could join you. You're searching the exact spot where we lost him, right?"

"That's right. And your little brother's all in. Time to switch over?"

"Uh huh. I'll be swinging by to pick him up, and then I'll come and help you search instead." Virgil checked the chronometer. "I'll be there in ten minutes. See you then."

"Sure thing, Virgil."

Virgil brought Thunderbird Two around to the area that Chloe was covering. He wondered just how far away Scott could be. For a moment the ocean reflected the sun so brightly it almost blinded him.

Consciousness returned as he heard a voice, Hermes, he thought, mutter. "He's sick. Probably got some obscure Terrainean disease that we don't know about. We must get rid of him, Shiana."

"Oh, rubbish." Now it was Shiana's voice. He felt her cool hand on his forehead, and realised that he was sweating heavily. "He's made of stronger stuff than that. Those people had him checked him for disease, anyway, the marine day before he was brought to me."

"But this weakness is only the start, Shiana. The last thing your people need is a repeat of the plague that separated us from the rest of the Ocean. He is a liability, and furthermore he has nothing to offer your people. Refusing to marry the Prince shows a general lack of responsibility..."

"Do you want me to call Shiggeru?" Shiana's voice was tart, "I'm sure that it would persuade the people to follow me as faithfully as they have always done. And if you continue to speak to me in that way, I'll make a spectacle of your death at Shiggeru's maw."

"Be reasonable, Empress." Hermes sounded almost amused, but with underlying frustration. Scott understood how he felt.

"I am not marrying that old fossil!" She snapped. "He is not the Chosen One!"

"That �old fossil' is our only way back to prosperity. The people are starving, Shiana. We must trade for new stock, as we are exhausting our own. We are forbidden to leave the area, we must get help soon."

"There's plenty for everyone who matters." She said. "You won't starve, Hermes, I promise you."

"Nevertheless, the people must be considered..."

"You wouldn't understand." She whispered. "I love him. He will stop resisting, once he has been here a little longer..."

"That's because he'll be dead. You'll kill him down here, Shiana. Terrans were not made to live for long periods beneath the sea. Although at this rate, he won't last long anyway. He's fading away." Hermes' voice sounded slightly pleased. Scott clenched a fist weakly.

Shiana was angry. "He can't die. I won't let him. He's mine, he can't die unless I say so."

Scott murmured. "I don't want...to die..."

"Scott! How do you feel?" Shiana asked excitedly. He blinked and her oddly fierce face came into focus. He blinked in the clinical light of the room. He was back in the quarters he had first woken up in. The quarters with no way to unlock the doors from the inside. Her face became angelic, and her Atlantic blue eyes looked into his.

He replied huskily. "Thirsty as hell. What...happened?"

"Just a dizzy spell. My doctor said that you were getting used to the pressure." She was clearly lying, Scott fought to steady his whirling head. It beat any hangover, and sent his blood boiling at the same time.

Hermes handed him a glass of clear cool liquid, which Scott drank down slowly. He was conscious of Hermes watching him closely. The pilot murmured. "I guess this means that the wedding's off tomorrow...I'm sorry, I really am."

The Empress stroked his shoulder, leaning close to him. "We'll postpone it until you're well." She sounded worried. Scott met her gaze evenly, even as his stomach started to hurt. "I want to be sure you're fit for our wedding."

"You're still crazy. I'll never marry you." Scott inhaled, partly to relieve the increasing cramps in his stomach, partly out of exhaustion. "You have to let me go home. If I'm ill, I need a real doctor..."

"It will pass. I don't believe Shiggeru will let you die after he brought you to me. Scott..." She traced his lips, not predatory but with a sort of shy curiosity. Then she whispered so he could barely hear her. "I love you." She leaned in close to his face, blocking Scott's view of Hermes, who maintained a disapproving presence in the background. She kissed him gently, and continued to, just on the lips, while he lay there weakly. She lifted her head away and breathed. "Do you feel more convinced, now?"

He glared with narrowed eyes and said through lips that were suddenly tight with pain. "I've had better."

She slapped his face. Scott winced, but made no move. He was too weak to do much else. Shiana seemed confused, and upset. Her lower lip trembled, and again he felt guilty, but far too angry to care. A glance back at Hermes showed that he found the episode very amusing, although he pretended to hide it. She had tears sparkling in her bright grey eyes, then she turned and rushed out of the room, her impressive skirts billowing in her wake while Hermes followed. The door swung shut behind them, locking him in again.

Scott continued to lie there, very still, fighting down the nausea and cramps that paralysed him. Eventually the pain receded to a dull throbbing in his diaphragm, although he felt sick as he moved slowly to get up. He forced himself to his feet, licking dry lips. The Empress had tasted of salt. The Empress. Scott wondered derisively just how clear his head was. A beautiful, rich and powerful woman wanted him. All he had to do was agree, and he would be set up for the rest of his life. Another wave of nausea overrode his body, he grunted as it passed. He'd never been the type to sit back and do nothing, and then there was the tiny matter of calling home.

He shuffled over to the mirror door. He pushed at it. It didn't budge. Then he felt around the edges. There was a definite gap, something he could get a small knife into and maybe force open that way. He wished he had his uniform on him instead of the robes. He glanced around the room for something he could use to pry it open with, and his eyes fell on a desk made of porous rock. In it was a collection of shells, but his eyes lit up when he saw a thin blade-like shell from a fish of the same name. Hoping it wouldn't be too brittle, he picked it up and started to work on the door, using the blade to pry away the membrane that was fastening it shut.

He was anxious about his family, and although sick with the mysterious nausea, he gritted his teeth with desperation and carried on. He needed to get home, to tell them he was okay. He worked on, ignoring his bleeding fingers as he gripped the shell.

Virgil was working with the coastguard he'd contacted before. Gordon was fast asleep in the quarters of Thunderbird Two, which he had left in a secluded spot on a nearby island. The sea had been calm ever since Scott's disappearance. It was hot and beautiful, and as they sped along in the small hydrofoil boat sweat trickled down his neck. He wasn't in full uniform, just a simple t-shirt and shorts. Virgil watched the tracker that trailed along behind them in an effort to pick up Scott's transmitter. Alan flew above in Thunderbird One, also searching, while Tin Tin stood by in Thunderbird Two to wake Gordon if Thunderbird Four were needed. Brains was on the island, but was busy working out tide times and possible places that Scott could have ended up. If there was the smallest chance that Scott was alive then he wanted to make sure they found it.

Virgil looked over at Chloe, a lean-muscled black woman. She wore khaki shorts over a black swimsuit. Virgil knew her but Scott had been more familiar with her. Virgil got the impression that Scott had done more than just mission control with her. He looked out to sea, the speedboat cutting through the glacial waves. Alan roared above. Frustration mounted; and fear. Although no one had dared to suggest that Scott was anything but �still out there'. Virgil had the unpleasant feeling they were all acting on borrowed time.

Scott gave a small grunt of satisfaction as he slowly cut through the membrane holding the door fast. He eased the halves apart, now using the shell to lever open the door so that he could get a grip on it with his fingernails and get out. He stepped outside. There were no guards. No sign of anyone. He was unaware that they were all called away to deal with an attack on the palace gates. He'd been lucky.

Scott padded noiselessly down the corridor. To his bare feet it felt like sea sponge. After thirty feet he paused to get a grip on his swaying head, fighting to stay upright. The nausea was suddenly worse. He gulped air, fought the cramps, and forced himself to keep walking. What he needed to do was get one of those guards, knock them out, steal their uniform, and...

He nearly walked directly into Barronnell. The little man practically bounced away from him. Scott grabbed him by the shoulders as he tried to run, and shook him. "Don't shout, or scream, and I won't hurt you." He snapped. "Stop struggling!"

Barronnell went limp, trembling. Scott spoke more gently. "I'm sorry, friend, but I really need to get outta here. Where's my equipment? The stuff I was wearing when I was in the water?"

"If the Empress finds out I helped you, she, she'll send me to Shiggeru!" Barronnell was shuddering and spluttering with fear.

Scott didn't feel so good himself. He went for the tough approach again. "Okay, then you leave me no choice." He lifted Barronnell by the scruff of the neck and held the sharp shell neck to his throat. "Do you really want this instead? Shiggeru might be bad but I assure that'll be a piece of cake compared to me after the last three days I've had."

Barronnell jerked in Scott's strong grip. Scott grimaced as the little man started to exclaim. "Y, yes, I remember now! I remember! Your clothes were brought to my workshop so that I could measure you...the r, rest of it is in there too."

"My communicator?"

"I think so."

"Right. Now this is what we're gonna do. You're gonna take me to my equipment, then you'll get me one of those bubble things and let me get the hell out of here."

"I, I can't help you escape! She'll feed me to..."

"Shiggeru, I know. Seems everyone's afraid of that guy. I'm sorry to do this to you, fella, but the faster you help me the quicker I can get out of here. No one will ever know, I promise."

"Please find someone else!"

"I'm sorry, pal, but I have to leave now. And you'll have wasted a perfectly good face."

Scott sighed quietly as Barronnell believed his threat and nodded urgently, then said. "Follow me." and headed off. Scott went close behind him, his stomach cramping up again. He maintained his grip on Barronnell's collar, just tight enough to remind him that he shouldn't try to run away. He was sorry to do this to the little man, but he kept that to himself. It was quiet in the long, lucid corridors of the palace.

Scott was curious. "Where is everybody?"

"There's an attack going on. I was on my way to my apartment, to take shelter."

"We're at war? With who?"

Barronnell sniffed. "They're rebel scum. People who claim that our Empress isn't doing enough to help them. They want her to marry the Prince of Calshoom..." Barronnell's voice trailed.

Scott grinned painfully. "It's okay, I heard. She won't marry an old man to save her people. Although I can see her point of view..."

"He's hideous! It's unfair to her!"

"Well isn't there some other way to save the people?"

"Aeden has been isolated for fifty marine years since the Death struck the Kingdom. If she marries the Prince then we can start trading again, and replenish our fishing grounds. It isn't any of their business, though. The Empress will do what's best for us. She believes that Shiggeru brought you to her, that you are the next hope for..."

"I heard the tall tale, friend. But she's wrong. I sure don't think that marrying me is gonna help you guys." Scott gulped at another cramp that shot through his diaphragm. He grunted, "Are we nearly at your workshop?"

"Yes. Just around this cave..."

"Y'know, if she played her cards right, she could get rid of him on the wedding night..." Scott muttered. Clearly his illness - whatever it was - was bringing out his more morbid sense of humour. His vision blotted blue for a couple seconds, but he recovered it through sheer force of will.

Barronnell shook his head. "She doesn't have to do anything. It depends entirely on the contract."

"Doesn't she need children?"

"What does that have to do with the marriage?" Barronnell asked curiously. "They will be her heirs, not her consort's."

Scott grinned, but painfully, his guts felt like jelly. "I see." He saw thick membrane covering one cave-like structure "Is that it?"

"Uh, yes, yes it is."

"Well it'd better be. Otherwise...I'm gonna be very upset..." And I'm as likely to throw up as choke you right now....

"Through here." Barronnell opened the membrane and they went into the room. Inside it was cave like, lit by more of the strange glowing globes.

"Where's my stuff?" Scott asked. Barronnell lifted an armful of clothing and technical equipment that Scott recognised as his wetsuit, and his now useless breathing gear. He went over to it, looking for his mask. He staggered as another wave of nausea threatened to black him out. Scott reached for the mask and after fiddling with the dial inside, spoke into it. "Calling International Rescue..."

Virgil was cruising past yet another island paradise, unable to enjoy the heat and beauty of the setting sun as worry gnawed at his stomach.

Chloe tried to look reassuring. "He could have been washed up on any of these islands, Virgil."

"Yeah. How many more to search?"

"In this area another thirty. Maybe your brothers will have more luck." She was referring to Alan, who had been flying from island to island ahead of them, asking the natives for further information. Gordon had also returned to the search, and was with another coastguard searching an area that was further off. It had been four days now.

Virgil leaned over the rail and wondered exactly what he was going to do if it took longer. If they never found..."I won't believe it. He's gotta be around here somewhere." He murmured, "C'mon, Scott, give me a sign..."

Scott sat down on one of the jelly-bags and waited for a response. So far underwater, he was afraid that there was no way for any message to get through. Then his heart lifted, and he heard the muffled voice of, "John!"

"Scott! Where the heck have you been we've been searching for days are you okay...?"

"Slow down, John, I'm all right..." Scott realised his hand was trembling, but not with excitement at a familiar voice. He tried to ignore it. "I'm in an underwater city called Aeden..."

Virgil and Chloe were reaching another island when Virgil's radio buzzed.

"Come in, John..."

"Wonderful news about Scott! Here he is!"

"Virg? You up there too?" Scott's voice - Virgil's heart pounded.

"Scott! Where the blazes are you?"

"Now, I'm all right, Virg. I'm in some underwater place called Aeden; guess you'd better ask Gordon exactly where, he might be able to get help from the WASPs. Y'see, they won't let me leave." Scott's voice was hoarse even over the radio.

"You sure you're okay?" Virgil's eyes exchanged worry with Chloe. "You sound like you're hurt."

"It's nothing. Are you tracking this? I've set the emergency beacon going."

"John'll track you, Scott. What do you mean they won't let you go?"

"The Empress has decided I owe her and I'm supposed to marry her..." his voice trailed as Virgil started to laugh, "Yeah, I know. It's hilarious. I'll laugh with you when I'm back, but this Empress chick is serious! I need diplomatic help or something..."

"Uh, right, er...Sure, Scott." Virgil wiped moisture from his eyes, his voice swelling with relief. "Dad'll want to speak to you, but don't worry, we'll get you out of there."

"That's great, Virgil, I..." Scott's voice stopped suddenly, and Virgil heard muffled shouting.

"Scott! What's going on?"

He heard Scott saying. "Barronnell, wait!" and then there was a jarring smash, then silence from the microphone. Virgil shook it, then put it down slowly.

Chloe spoke first as Virgil folded his arms, frowning. "Scott's still alive! I knew it! What about those people he says have caught him - an Empress? Think they're really sea people?"

"If Scott says they are, he's not likely to be wrong. What I'm gonna do now is call in the search and see if John got a fix on that signal. Then the WASPs can help out; I bet they know more than we do..."

"Tell Scott I was thinking of him." Chloe grinned. "Even if he does marry a princess."

"Uh huh." Virgil gazed out to sea as the launch headed back towards Thunderbird Two, "First we have to find him. He's down there, though. I only hope that we get there in time!" and he smiled for the first time in four days.

The Empress looked down at Scott from her throne, "I'm very disappointed in you, Scott. Barronnell is going to be severely punished for this."

"Barronnell? Why on earth...?"

"He betrayed me. You will watch his execution."

"No!" Scott struggled, and then sank to his knees, crippled by cramps that surged through him, he repeated weakly, "No. Please. Don't hurt him..."

"I'll deal with you later." The Empress stood on the dais of her throne, regarding the council and him haughtily. Guards below her were holding Scott and Barronnell. Not that either were in a state to run away. The pilot's stomach made an unfamiliar gurgle, tripling the cramps that surged through his body, tearing him in two. Scott would have fallen if not for the guard holding him upright. The pain receded again, revolving back to sweat and fever. Scott's guilt at what he had caused was much worse. The little tailor, Barronnell, was a nervous wreck. With an effort Scott lifted his head. "Empress, I'm begging you to let me take his place..."

"No, Scott. You are an honourable and worthy consort." She touched his shoulder gently. "I know why you did it, and I forgive you. You will receive the best attention, I promise." She smiled at him, sharing her affection. Scott just struggled to breathe and look at her at the same time. Shiana raised her head. "The execution will take place tonight! Lock up the traitor! And bring my consort to my chambers!"

Barronnell shrieked as he was dragged off, with Scott trying to transmit how sorry he was, that he wouldn't let this happen. Barronnell yelled at him. "This is your fault! No! No!"

Scott tried to stand but his legs had stopped working. He felt the guards lift him up, and the Empress swept after him as he was carried to her chambers. Halfway there he gave up the struggle and was extremely sick all over the floor of the throne room.

"Scott couldn't have picked nicer people to be rescued by." Troy Tempest swung his legs up on the table and reclined in the chair with his arms by his head. "We'll swing by and pick him up tonight."

Seated opposite the Captain at the large square table, Virgil and Gordon exchanged glances in which Gordon indicated that he knew about Tempest and that Virgil knew what he meant. They'd gone to Marineville in the Thunderbirds and had been taken to see the Commander Shore. This had resulted in a shouting match between Alan and the Commander until Virgil had intervened, and Gordon had been the voice of reason. Eventually it had been arranged � Stingray would take two of the brothers and an Ambassador to see the Empress of Aeden, and release Scott. Virgil and Gordon had been designated to go, and now they were eyeing the Captain of the super-submarine with more than a little trepidation.

"I don't think it's that simple. Where's the Ambassador?" Virgil frowned, leaning over the table.

"She'll be with us in a minute. She's very experienced with undersea races; we should have no trouble." Tempest turned to the girl in the green dress who had been sitting silently beside him. "Isn't that right, Marina?"

She nodded. Virgil looked at her curiously. She was very beautiful, her liquid brown eyes making her seem somehow sad but resilient. Her attention was solely on Tempest, however.

"How soon can we leave?" Gordon asked.

Troy shrugged. "We have to prep Stingray, get permission from a World Government department, and the Ambassador has to prepare. Say twelve hours?"

"If that's the best you can do..." Virgil nodded but the frown didn't leave his face.

Troy suddenly looked angry. "You don't seem pleased that we're helping you get your brother back."

"I don't see why we should wade through all this red tape." The Thunderbird pilot answered sharply. "Scott's been missing for nearly five days now, and we still might not get to him in time. He sounded ill over the radio, and I don't like the way he was cut off. He could be in real danger. In Thunderbird Four we could..."

"So you think you're just gonna go and bust him out? Oh, that'll really help our relations with the undersea kingdoms!"

"That's enough, kids." A pretty redhead that they had noticed in the control room came in bearing coffee, "I'm Atlanta Shore. I hope you guys aren't going to be like this in Stingray. It won't impress the Ambassador."

"Humph." Tempest folded his arms and sat back in the chair again.

Virgil also sat back with a stony glare at Troy and Gordon sighed.

"The Ambassador's arrived. Play nice, Troy." Atlanta added into the Captain's ear. Virgil smirked and Atlanta shot him a glance that told him the instruction was meant for him, too. Virgil saw Gordon was grinning at him.

"Here she is." Atlanta said, leaving the room.

The men sat up and a tall blonde woman came in. She sat down, dropping a pile of folders and a flat-screen computer onto the table. She smiled crisply at them, and in a clear British accent she asked. "Right, gentlemen. I'm Ambassador Brown. How can I help you?"

Scott was being attended to in a set of chambers beside the Empress' own rooms. The palace physicians had all examined him, but they had declared the sickness a complete mystery and recommended rest and prayer instead. He lay on top of the covers, twisting from side to side when the pain became too much, lying still when the surroundings threatened to spin out of control. The air burned his throat, and he wondered blearily if he had caught some obscure underwater disease. His guilt about Barronnell was giving him nightmares, during the few moments when he was able to sleep. He groaned, guts tying themselves in knots, and he felt them do another loop. As he leaned over the side ready to throw up again, he was vaguely aware of someone entering the room as the dim light increased briefly.

He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. The person gently shook him, and Scott squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. He heard a man's voice saying gently. "Wake up, Terran. I have a deal for you!"

Scott's eyes fluttered, and he saw a man's kindly face through the haze. The man spoke again. "I have a message from the Prince of Calshoom. He says the Empress' aide is poisoning you so that she must marry him. But Calshoom has heard who you are and thinks you can be of greater help to us."

"P, poison?" Scott rasped.

The person wiped his face soothingly. "If you help us, we can stop you having to marry her, and save your life."

"N, no!" Scott coughed, and the person poured some water into his mouth. Scott tried to finish saying, "The tailor...Barronnell, it's all...my fault..." he descended into a paroxysm of wheezing, his throat started to close down on him.

The person gripped his arm. "The Prince will do his best to stop the execution, but you must listen to me. Do you agree?" Scott frowned, his eyes filling with tears of pain. The person gripped his arm firmly, "Listen to me, Terran, you are in the advanced stages of poisoning. Now do you agree to do whatever he wants in return?"

Scott nodded urgently, unable to speak as the choking took hold of his throat. He blinked, and then gasped as the stranger poured something into his mouth and forced him to swallow. It was bitter and slightly slimy, he made sure Scott had finished swallowing and let him go. Scott sank back, already grateful to feel the pain receding.

The person whispered. "Prince Calshoom will save the little tailor and you. Say nothing of me. When you have recovered fully in twelve hours the Prince will let you know his plans."

Scott gave a faint grin in reply.

PART TWO: SURPRISE!

"So there's no way to get a message to them ahead of us arriving?" Virgil asked.

Troy answered. "Nope, but we've got it on good authority that they're peaceful. If we don't attack, they won't."

"Troy's right. They're recorded as quiet enough � except for the plague." Ambassador Brown remarked.

Virgil turned, feeling his ears pop as Stingray skimmed the deep Ocean bed. He looked at the Ambassador. "What plague?" He asked her.

"Oh, it happened years ago, but they've been having trouble reconnecting with the rest of the Ocean." She arched a sculpted eyebrow � she was British, and her accent was smooth and determined. "Don't worry, Mr Tracy."

"Who's worried?" Virgil muttered.

Gordon nodded to Marina, who was standing up and gazing at the darkness stretching before her, and whispered. "Apparently, she's from the sea. Phones was telling me during lunch."

"Really?" Virgil wasn't bothering to hide his disinterest.

"And she and Troy have a �thing' no one's meant to know about. Except Atlanta does, too, and..."

"What's she doing?" Virgil asked, as Marina started to make excited gestures with her delicate hands.

"Marina's just telling us that the Kingdom of Aeden should be right around the next set of rocks." Troy said breezily.

"Really?" Virgil stood up and Gordon did as well. They looked into the glass of the submarine window, but were unable to make anything out.

"Yep. A few more minutes...nearly there." Troy said cheerfully.

Virgil murmured. "I thought you said this thing was fast. Thunderbird Four could get there faster than this."

"Yeah, but you couldn't fit everyone into our little dingy." Gordon interceded hastily. He lifted the file on Aeden, "And we need Ambassador Brown to get Scott out, right?"

"Yeah. Sorry. Don't know what's gotten into me."

"Humph." Troy snorted.

Ambassador Brown sent him a look, which was reflected in the glass, then she smiled at Virgil. "I'm sure this can all be sorted out, Virgil. Don't worry about your brother."

There was silence, only broken by Gordon rustling the papers of the file. He'd been out with Phones the night before and hadn't quite got round to reading everything yet. He broke the silence as he lifted the picture of the Empress. "Phew! Scott must have fallen for her big time!"

"How's that?" Virgil grunted.

"She's perfect!" Gordon put the picture down so they could all see it, "Else he got helluva bump on the noggin. Guess she fell for him, huh?"

"I think you're giving your brother nightmares." Ambassador Brown smiled.

"Yeah, I thought Virgil said he was bein' forced to marry her?" Phones said.

"I guess. Still, Scott'll be fixed up either way. Right?"

Gordon caught Virgil's eyes, and Virgil said. "Let's wait until we get there."

Stingray continued to along the Ocean floor, speeding ever nearer to its watery destination.

The Prince of Calshoom had arrived in Aeden unannounced, and barely a marine hour later the attacks on the palace had started again. He watched the battle between rebels and loyal government soldiers from the safety of Shiana's throne room. They had been protesting outside when the Empress had sent her army after them. He wrinkled his old face in disapproval.

She asked him. "What are you worried about? We are quite safe in here, the cover is completely impenetrable by those fools."

Blood poured from a rebel as he was cut apart by a shell-pike. The Prince winced, the blood colouring the protective membrane and then being absorbed into it. "Shiana, it is not the safety that worries me. Your quite adorable stubbornness has provoked your people. They have lost faith in you; they do not believe that you care. If you would just visit their homes and see for yourself..."

"I'll do what I please, Calshoom." She tossed her head haughtily, "I am the Empress! I have stayed in my father's place, when I could have run away like half the council did! They should be grateful that I am not sullying my soul by marrying an old shell like you!"

"So you would take the soul of the Terran instead?"

"He was brought to me by Shiggeru." She sniffed. "He belongs to me, and soon he will understand that. And anyway, Hermes always says that I should make more contact with Terraineans. Scott can tell me much about them. Once he is operated on, he can become one of us and the people will accept him anyway."

"They are no different to us, Shiana, and they will be just as unforgiving if he is forced to act against his will. Besides, do you know nothing of what he is?"

"Like what?" she asked cautiously.

"He is an important rescuer, and my sources tell me that his people are coming here to look for him. He saved our world when it was about to be destroyed by their poisonous fuel. By your outdated rule, you owe him your life."

"Rubbish!" Shiana snapped. "He is a sign that Aeden's fortunes are changing. When he recovers, he will marry me and you will never have to bother me again."

"This is foolishness, Shiana!"

"Don't forget about Shiggeru, Prince! He has always led our people to good furtune; ignoring him was my Father's mistake! Scott will help the Kingdom, you will see!"

There was a long silence after this outburst. Then she swept out without a word as the final stages of the battle were washed away outside.

The Prince sighed and turned to the kind-faced man who stood just behind him.

"It's time that we used the rescuer, Demetri."

"Yes, Your Highness. He will be well again very soon."

"Excellent. The first part of the plan will commence tonight."

The Prince also left the throne room, and Demetri noticed Hermes standing outside as they went.

Virgil didn't see the Kingdom of Aeden at first. It was only when Troy Tempest said. "Look, there's the outskirts of the city." That he realised that the weird shapes ahead were not merely reflections in the glass or, as he thought at first, huge jellyfish, but structures with people milling around inside.

"Aeden." Virgil and the others stood up for a closer look, watching the huge transparent structures unfolding beneath them. Before long a group of people dressed in guards uniforms were swimming towards them, looking scared but determined.

"Okay, Marina, you're on." Troy nodded. The beautiful undersea girl walked gracefully past Virgil and out into the airlock. A few minutes later they could see her meeting with the guards in front.

"How can she talk to them?" Virgil asked curiously.

"She has the power of telepathy, but unfortunately it only seems to work on other undersea races." Troy explained.

"And not many of them!" Phones added. Virgil and Gordon watched, entranced by her swimming without any need for breathing gear or suit. After a while she finished what she was saying, and then she swam back to report what she had learned.

A series of hand flaps later revealed that she had arranged for Troy, the Ambassador and the Tracys to go with the troops to see the Empress. They were to leave Stingray in some caves and proceed with them in diving suits.

Virgil asked. "What do they know about Scott?"

"Not much. But at least the Empress will see us. That's something." Troy said.

One hour later they were brought before the Empress in her throne room. She got to her feet and glared at them, as the man who had met them, Hermes, hurried up the steps to explain. "Some are from WASP, but the other two are his family, Empress. Scott's family. Now would seem a prudent time to hand him back." Hermes added.

Something very like panic and horror passed across Shiana's face. The would-be rescuers watched in mild astonishment as she screamed at them. "Scott belongs here! They are not taking him away! I will not allow it!" She stamped her foot and sent another fierce glare to the visitors below.

"Whoa, someone's got it bad..." Gordon muttered to Virgil just loud enough for the older pilot to kick his foot.

Ambassador Brown took a step forward, her clear British accent ringing throughout the room. "Your Highness, if I may be permitted to speak, I believe we can arrange a system where we can both come to a mutually beneficial agreement. Scott Tracy's family are here and they want him back..."

"Silence!" The Empress snapped. "My decision is final! Scott stays here and will marry me when he recovers!"

At this Virgil stood up to his full height and walked close to the first marble step. His hazel eyes became dark with barely restrained fury. He stared pointedly at the Empress, ignoring the warning hand that the Ambassador put on his shoulder. "Empress, I'm his brother. I'm just asking you to let me see him; he's been gone for nearly six days, and we need to make sure he's okay. We love him and we miss him. If you care for him at all you must realise he feels the same way."

The Empress was stunned for a moment or two, then her gaze narrowed. She glared at Virgil. "Scott is mine. He has no say in what happens and neither do you! I can see that seeing you again will make it more painful for him to stay here." Her lips twisted, trembling, she stuck out her chin and grimaced. "So I want you all to leave. Now. Get them out of here, Hermes."

She nodded to several guards who began to move to the group. Gordon darted forwards as the guards took hold of Tempest and the Ambassador. "Please, Empress, if you'd just listen, and let us see him..."

"Empress, let us discuss it with you at least! I'm sure that we could come to an arrangement..." Ambassador Brown gulped as a guard took her arm and Gordon spun to face those surrounding him.

Shiana ordered, "Get them out! I never want to hear from any of them again! You can't see him and that's an..."

"Shiana!" Scott's voice rang out across the throne room.

Virgil and Gordon's heads both swung around in time to see their brother stride through the massive entrance to the room and straight past them. He looked too pale to Virgil, who bit his lip as he remembered he had been ill. There were dark circles under them, but Scott's eyes were bright and as keen as they'd ever been, and he used them to glittering effect as he mounted the steps and met a stunned Empress at the top.

Gently, Scott took her hands. "I'm sorry." he said, loud enough for them all to hear, yet gently enough for a lover's whisper. "Empress, I humbly accept your request of marriage, Empress Shiana I am sorry for any worry I have caused you, but I am no longer ill, and I am ready to be your consort." And even as she opened her mouth to reply he moved in with a gentle but persuasive kiss with his lips firmly pressed into hers, and his other arm slipping around her slim waist and tracing her hips ever so slightly. He heard her muffled moan of ascension and then the tension of her body relaxed against his for a split second as she gave herself fully to the sensation of the kiss. Nearly thirty breathless seconds later he released her. She blinked and Scott lowered himself to his knees before her, and gently kissed her hand.

The stunned silence echoed for what felt like hours. Virgil was were trying to make words come out but his mouth just moved, silently. Gordon's mouth hung open, guppie style. The Ambassador frowned, glancing around the room as if expecting an explanation to present itself. Scott stayed on his knees and looked up at Shiana expectantly.

The Empress recovered fastest and took Scott to his feet. Her face was flushed, and her silvery-grey eyes grew big with a joy that made her quite beautiful. "You will marry me, Scott Tracy?" Her voice was suddenly gentle, and she seemed to shine with delight and happiness.

"Whenever you want, honey." He murmured, drawing her close. They kissed again and the whole audience cheered, except for the small dumbstruck group stood in the centre of the throne room.

Virgil downed another mysterious green drink and slammed it down on the clam shell table before him. He said it again. "I can't believe it. He's going to go through with it." He didn't seem to notice as Troy poured him another drink. "I can't believe it."

Ambassador Brown shrugged. "If he's happy to conform to her wishes, then there's nothing I can do to prevent it. And, I was allowed to talk to him. I'm sure that he has agreed to this willingly. Consented to be imprisoned in paradise..." She sipped thoughtfully.

"Exactly. This is Scott. He doesn't settle down. He'd never just abandon his family. And he'd never agree to anything like this, especially not after just three or four days."

"Maybe he's a sucker for a pretty face." Troy suggested.

Virgil glared at him. "You obviously don't know what...!"

"All right, gentlemen." Brown raised a hand to stop the squabble. "There is no need to squabble. They said they'd be sending someone to see us soon. This is all part of the diplomatic game. We wait so that they feel important, then we knock-em dead with a proposal which can get us out of this."

"Which is?" Troy asked.

"I'm still working on it." She muttered.

Virgil sighed, looking at Gordon who was transfixed as a massive whale shark made its way past the seemingly fragile membrane outside. "So you're no closer to knowing when we can go and see him."

"Nope." Ambassador Brown said regretfully, "Give me time. At least he's alive, and the Empress is taking good care of him."

"Yeah. But we could still lose him. That's not good enough." Virgil got up and joined Gordon at the see-through wall.

Stung, the Ambassador walked over to him. "I'm doing my best, Mr Tracy." She told him. "I won't let any harm come to your brother, I promise you." She was tall, meeting his gaze easily, tilting her determined jaw.

Realising his rudeness, Virgil nodded. "Ignore me. It must be the pressure affecting my mood. And..." He rubbed the nape of his neck and looked closer at her. "You look tired."

"Thank you. Just what a girl needs to hear." But she smiled. "It could all be okay, you know. When he actually marries her tomorrow, he'll have the power to see you and maybe go above the water again." Brown yawned, "I believe Shiana wants us to sleep on it. Tomorrow we'll try again. I should think I'll be able to get us allowed to the wedding."

"I don't even get to be his best man." Virgil was only half joking.

"I think her security guard's his best man. At least you'll be there, Virgil. Maybe you should write a speech just in case!" she smiled.

Virgil shook his head, cracking a smile, and then said sincerely. "Look, thanks for all you've..."

"Oh, don't bother yet. I'm far from happy about this." Her tired face was quite beautiful in the ethereal Ocean light. "I'm going to see her aide in a minute."

Virgil stretched, also suppressing a yawn. Something about the atmosphere down here seemed designed to make him as sleepy as possible. He asked.

"Did Scott sound strange to you, when you saw him?"

"You'd know best, I guess, but as far as I could see he was perfectly happy. He certainly wasn't drugged. I believe you that something has changed his mind, and I would agree that he could be threats, except...He's not even resentful, and I don't think that he's pretending not to be, either."

"I have to see him." Virgil murmured, now also looking deep into the ocean depths before him. He felt her lightly touch his arm, and he took her left hand in his own and turned to face her. "I have to know for myself that he's okay."

"I understand, but we've had an awfully long journey. You and your brothers need to rest." She suddenly withdrew her hand and they stood staring at one another in the soft light. "Leave it to me, I'll...I'll do all I can."

"I know you will." He said softly. He wasn't sure later if it was because he was so tired that it had taken so long for him to really see her, but Virgil found himself taking her arm again. Her skin was smooth and cool beneath his fingers, he began to say. "You know, you..."

"Virg, who's this...?" Gordon interrupted.

A kindly faced older man had entered the room. He bowed a welcome as they all turned and stared at him. He introduced himself. "My name is Demetri, and I have been sent by the Prince of Calshoom to take you to your brother."

Scott was sitting under a large statue in one of the vast sheltered coves near the Empress' sleeping quarters. He wore a loose greenish robe, which was all that was needed in the hot, salty smelling gardens. Scott appeared relaxed, leaning with his head resting on the soft cushions, watching the fish swim in the membrane-covered sky. Virgil and Gordon walked over to him, hardly daring to believe he was real. Then Scott finally noticed them and he jumped up to envelop both in massive bear hugs, nearly knocking them off their feet.

"Virgil! Gordon! Gordon!" The three brothers spent five or ten minutes just jumping and shouting in relief, that Scott was alive, that nothing at all appeared wrong with him, that they were all together again. Scott wiped tears form his eyes and grinned broadly at the two of them.

"So what's the attraction of getting hitched, Scott?" Gordon asked, finally.

"Did you come here in Thunderbird Four?" Scott asked eagerly, blatantly ignoring Gordon's question.

"Nope. Hitched a lift with the WASP's fastest sub." Virgil told him. He was still grinning from ear to ear.

Scott frowned, trying to remember. "What's that called? Angelfish?"

"Stingray." Gordon corrected him.

Scott nodded. "Whatever. You came all this way in a government-funded tug just to get me?"

"What else would we do? Scott, why the heck are you marrying this kid? It's not like you, and I don't believe for one second that this is what you want."

Scott met Virgil's suddenly serious gaze and his blue eyes softened. "What can I say?" He looked down quickly. "It's love."

"The hell it is!" Virgil snapped, "Dammnit, Scott, we've just spent five days looking for you and that's the best you can come up with!"

"Deep pressure getting to you, Virgie?" Scott muttered.

"You have confused us a bit, Scott. One minute you're begging us to get you out of here..." Gordon began.

"I wasn't begging..."

"...and now you're looking forward to it. It doesn't make any sense. Not to us. Why are you getting hitched to that brat?"

"You're just gonna have to trust me on that one." Scott said, reasserting his old authority. "Believe me. Just don't try and rescue me or do anything stupid. I know what I'm doing."

"I wonder..." Virgil said quietly. Scott shot him a look.

"This place is great, Scott!" Gordon said quickly.

Scott welcomed the change of subject. He waved a hand to encompass the surroundings. "Thought you'd appreciate it more than me. A bit soggy for my liking, but..." Scott grinned, and put his arms over their shoulders, "Let me show you around."

"How did he seem to you?" Ambassador Brown asked when the brothers returned a few hours later. Virgil and Gordon looked tired but happy, and Virgil gave off a more laid-back air than he had the whole time she had been near him.

Virgil flapped a hand at her and the three WASP members. "He's fine. A little cagey, but fine."

"Yeah, he's hiding something all right." Gordon added. They sat down in the large room where they had been waiting since they arrived.

"He hasn't changed his mind?" Troy asked.

Virgil looked at him. "No."

"Well he's made the right choice." Troy grinned. "Scott's gonna be set up with his girlfriend now."

"Do you do this deliberately?" Virgil exclaimed.

"Tell me what he said, Virgil." The Ambassador said smoothly.

The pilot ran a hand through his hair. "Just that he was okay, and not to worry. He showed us around, that's why we were so late getting back." Virgil accepted the coffee she handed him. He looked at it. "Coffee?"

"My own. I find it essential for trips like this. " She smiled at him. There was an awkward pause.

"Where do we go, then? Are we allowed to go to the wedding?" Gordon asked.

"Ah. Yes, you are." Ambassador Brown poured herself a cup from the flask she'd brought. "I was visited by Hermes, her chief advisor just after you left. Whatever's going on I think he's in on it. You can all come to the ceremony tomorrow. Apparently the Empress is in a very good mood."

"Figures." Troy muttered.

Fortunately, Virgil didn't hear him. He smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you, Ambassador."

"It's Helena." She said.

Virgil sipped the coffee and nodded. "Sure, Helena." His warm hazel eyes held her cool gaze.

"Hate to break this up, but where do we sleep?" Troy interrupted. The group glanced around.

Helena laughed. "Oh, I completely forgot. Hermes said that we're now guests of the Empress. We'll find sleeping quarters down the, er, hall."

"Hall?" Troy asked.

"Let's go." Virgil said, yawning, "We all need a few hours sleep if we have to get ready for tomorrow."

"The ceremony's taking place tomorrow morning." Helena said, leading them out. She suddenly looked concerned. "And I don't have a thing to wear!"

Virgil and Gordon, still in their wetsuits as well, exchanged glances. She had a point. Deciding to go straight to sleep, they all headed to the rooms down the �hall', which was a dark tunnel that led to rooms full of light. Each one contained a large double bed set amongst luxurious furnishings. They stood talking in the corridor, and then Gordon offered a game of poker to Phones, who agreed. They went into Gordon's room arguing about the winnings from last time. Marina and Troy left as well, with Marina motioning a gentle goodnight at her door to Troy, closing it firmly.

Troy did an abrupt about turn, said. "See you in the morning." And headed into Gordron's room as well, leaving Virgil and Helena the last to go into their rooms.

"You look exhausted." Helena commented wryly. "You should sleep well down here."

Virgil shrugged. "I don't know. Scott's okay, but..."

"Nervous about tomorrow?" She asked.

Virgil smiled. "Oh, what was tomorrow again?"

"Scott will be glad you're both there to see it. I never would have believed International Rescue was run by such a large family."

"Well, er, just take it as a coincidence."

"I'll do that." She said.

Virgil cleared his throat. "I just wish there was something we could do to change his mind. I mean, it's not like he's in love with her. I wish I knew what was going on."

"Maybe he is in love." Helena said. Off his look she explained, "Stranger things have happened, Virgil. Love can happen...quickly."

"No, Scott doesn't change. Fish falling from the sky is strange; Scott marrying one is, well..." He looked at her, "You ever been in love?"

"Once. But that's a sad and rather melodramatic story." She yawned, covering her mouth with one hand, "One I'm far to tired to relate right now. Between you and me, I never did like going this deep underwater. Rather an ironic career choice considering, don't you think?"

"I'll say. I was thinking, maybe when this is over..." Virgil heard hurried footsteps and turned his head to see a small, dark-haired man with a worried expression running towards them. "Wonder what this guy wants."

"Thank goodness you're still awake!" The little man gasped, "I've been sent to fit you with new clothes for the wedding!"

He skidded to a halt and Virgil steadied him before he fell on the spongy floor. "Whoa there, friend. Who are you?"

"We have to hurry!" The little man jabbered, "Where are the others?"

"We were about to settle down for the night." Virgil glanced at Helena, "But I'm sure we'd all be glad to have something to wear for tomorrow. This won't take long, will it?" in answer, the tailor drew out a tape measure.

"Let's begin." He said. Quickly he had wrapped the tape around Helena's waist and told what to do; he manoeuvred her quickly as he took all her measurements. An assistant arrived out of breath and started to scribble down the tailor's hurried calculations on the inside of a shell. The Ambassador rolled her eyes.

"The things I do for International Rescue." Helena smiled. Virgil smiled back. The rippling light in the corridor seemed to add to his drowsiness. After his turn at the tailor, he barely managed to remove the wetsuit and tell Gordon what he had to do before falling asleep himself. He knew nothing more until morning.

PART THREE: SOMETHING BORROWED

Scott opened his eyes with a start. For a second, his mind was blank about where he was and what was so important about... "The big day..." He muttered aloud. As he'd woken he had imagined, as one does, that he was safe in his own bed, but he was thrust into recalling the events leading up to him waking up in this particular room. He groaned and sat up, rubbing a hand across his face. He needed a shave.

"Morning, Master."

The curtains around his bed were thrust aside and he looked up into the face of a podgy, smiling maid. "Morning. Great. What?"

"I have brought you your breakfast and the Empress said that you were to eat all of it. She wants you at full strength for after the ceremony."

Scott caught a faint gleam in her eye and took the tray off her silently. He took a gulp from the glass of water first and sloshed it around his mouth, which had started to taste like the floor of Thunderbird One's cabin. Not that he'd know. Then he lifted the lid on his breakfast. Fish again. And something else. He picked it up, surprised. It was an International Rescue watch, and he looked to the maid for an explanation,

"I'm guessing that this isn't from my bride-to-be." He said.

"I don't know how that got there, Master, I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. I don't know how he did it, but I'm sure glad he did." Scott grinned and put the watch on. It was a comfort to feel the watch on his wrist again and know that his family were only a sentence away. He wished Virgil understood what he was doing. Scott poked at the meal on his plate, and felt her eyes on him. He blinked. "Do you have to stand there?"

"I've got to tell you that your clothes will be brought in soon and then you will be instructed on the ceremony before it happens."

"Ah huh. I'm sure glad that Barronnell's back in business. Is he coming here?"

"I would think so, master."

"You don't have t'call me that."

"The Empress insists on it."

"Huh." Scott decided not to push the issue. Not until it annoyed him. "How long until the ceremony?"

"Five marine hours, Master."

"How about Sir?" He suggested brightly.

She flushed. "I...All right." She smiled back hopefully.

Scott mentally rolled his eyes. "I'll have finished in a minute. Can you come back then?"

"Er, y, yes, Sir."

"FAB." He smiled. The maid hurried from the room. Scott leaned back, trying to enjoy his breakfast. If the Prince was right, it would be a while before he had the chance to eat much again. Having little appetite didn't help. He shovelled the food mechanically. He wondered what the others were doing.

Virgil and Gordon left their quarters dressed in the flowing outfits that Barronnell had made for them. Gordon grinned. "You look great, Virg! Red's your colour."

"I wonder what these're made of. Don't know how they make clothes down here." Virgil glared at the sandals. "But if only Dad could see us now!"

"It's this or frogman outfits. Scott wouldn't want us in his wedding photos then!"

"Guess not. Hey, where are..."

"Ready, fellas?" Troy Tempest and Phones came out of their room and the four men looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

Virgil wiped a tear from his eye. "I thought we looked stupid!"

"Well, Scott's having the last laugh, that's for sure." Tempest chuckled, "Nice, er, threads, Tracy."

"You sure that's your size? Maybe we should swap." Virgil replied. He glanced around, "Where's Helena and Marina got to?"

"You know women. Always taking ages over their..." Troy's voice trailed and Virgil turned. He blinked.

"Well, good morning to you too." Helena said. She walked over to them. Her long blonde hair had been decorated with long strands of coloured threads, a blue sea-orchid in her hair. She wore an elegant dress that shimmered across the long curves of her body. "Hope I don't spill anything on this..." she muttered.

"Y, you look great." Virgil said.

She smiled at him. "Poor you. What have you got on?"

"I had nothing to do with it." Virgil gave a shrug, "But please, no photographs."

Scott put aside his tray and finished off the water and the strange dessert, which tasted like yoghurt but had a left a weird grittiness in his throat. He swung around and his feet touched the warm sponge surface of the floor. He guessed the temperature hardly ever changed this far underwater, and the reminder of how deep he was brought back a pang of desire to see sunlight again. The doors opened.

"Barronnell! Good to see you! Did you get them fitted up for their clothes?"

"Er, y, yes, Scott." Barronnell snapped his fingers and three of his juniors came in bearing several sets of cloth. "And I've been working on your wedding clothes all night. But I can't decide if you will look better in blue or red, so..."

"I think blue's my colour." Scott murmured. He tilted his head to regard the little man, "You okay, friend? Sorry about before..."

"I am happy to serve the Empress again. And you're her husband � or you will be. I have no grudge..." Barronnell peered up at Scott, "It, er, won't happen again, will it?"

"Barronnell..." Scott grinned and put an arm over then little man's shoulder, "I'll bet my life on it!"

"The groom is nearly ready, I hope?" said an acerbic voice from in front.

"Hi, Hermes. Don't you ever knock...?" Scott lifted up a cloak he was supposed to be wearing and looked over it, "I guess you must be disappointed I'm still around."

"You have an uncanny knack of surviving, Scott, which I trust you will pass on to the Empress." Hermes replied coolly. "I am only tolerating you because of the Prince. Do not expect anything to be done purely for your good, when the Kingdom's future is at stake." Hermes looked the pilot over critically. "Are you sure about wearing blue? Shiana will be wearing silver. You'll look like a pair of tuna."

"I'm sticking with blue. Or we'll look like two trout." Scott grunted. "Or is that trouts...?"

"I see you've received a wedding gift. From your brother?" Hermes gestured at the large watch on Scott's wrist.

"Yeah. Are they all okay?"

"I wouldn't know as I don't care, Scott. But your bride is taking care of them as you requested. She is also very excited, as you can expect, so I hope you can keep it up long enough to go though with it." Hermes frowned, "What's so funny?"

"Absolutely nothing. You guys don't drop the ball I won't." Scott wrapped the light blue cloak over his shoulders and Barronnell hopped up on a stool and started making adjustments. He decided to leave out the truth about the watch. It never hurt to have a back-up plan. "How long now?"

"Three marine hours, Scott. Then..." Hermes spread his hands; "It will be up to you, once I have played my part. It must be an absolute secret."

Scott met his gaze evenly.

"Like I said." The pilot replied.

Hermes nodded with the minimum of courtesy and strutted out. Scott, his mouth suddenly dry, reached for a glass of water that had been left for him. With another look at the closing door, he put the glass back down. He took a deep breath. With just three hours to go, things were getting serious.

"This is serious. What if you need to call base?" Gordon hissed.

Virgil shook his head. "Look, little brother, Scott's going to be down here for a long time. I thought that giving him my watch would show that we weren't going to just forget about him. If we get in any trouble we can use yours'."

"I know, but what if we're separated?"

"Then we'll just have to figure something out." Virgil muttered.

"But we could..."

"Sssh. Here come the others."

Helena sat down next to Virgil and Marina next to Troy, as they got ready for breakfast. Gordon and Phones exchanged glances. Troy was griping. "And you think they could give us breakfast in bed! Not that spilling anything on these jeepsy clothes could make them any worse..."

"If Atlanta were here she'd tell you to stop moaning and be grateful they're even feeding us, Skipper." Phones said.

Troy glared. "Well she's not! You'd think we had nothing to do with the Empress' husband or something."

"You don't." Helena said, "And Phones is right. We're damn lucky that the Empress is looking after us at all. It's only through their brother's intervention that we got to stay here."

"Yeah, Troy, try to think of it as a holiday." Phones suggested, smiling nervously.

"And a great holiday this is turning out to be..." Troy muttered.

"Y'know, my little brother's heard of you." Virgil poked at the green salad on his plate as the two servants brought them the rest of their breakfast. "And he was right."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Troy spluttered.

"Can you gentlemen at least pretend to get along? Just for today? It's supposed to be a day for celebration. A royal wedding." Helena interjected smoothly, nudging Virgil's foot under the table. Marina nodded and met Tempest's eye, her face even more serious than usual. The WASP captain got up from the table.

"And another thing! Everything tastes the same down here!" He flung down his napkin and stormed out.

Virgil cleared his throat. "I'd better go after him and apologise."

"You'll do no such thing!" Helena exclaimed.

"She's right, Virgil." Gordon said.

"Yeah, Troy just needs a moment to cool off. He'll be okay in a little while." Phones told them, looking embarrassed. "He and Atlanta had a bit of a row before we left. Guess that explains why he's been acting so funny."

"Gordon told me about you two. The best guys the WASPs have to offer, right?" Virgil said, anxious to steer the conversation to another subject.

"That's what they tell us. I'm no aquanaut of the year, though." Phones' soft Southern drawl didn't sound resentful at all.

"That's not what you were saying at the Squid and Duck Pub before we came here!" Gordon laughed. "The tales you were telling me make me wish I'd chosen to do exploring instead of joining International Rescue!"

Virgil was suddenly curious to know exactly what Gordon knew about WASP. All he really knew about was Gordon's little one-year stint underwater, researching deep-sea farming methods. But surely Gordon had been doing more interesting things before that? Phones sure seemed to know him well enough.

"Well, if Troy's not going to eat his, I'll have it." Helena said, helping herself to the Captain's plate. "Being this deep underwater always makes me so hungry."

For her sake Virgil hoped that she got promoted soon. He lifted a forkful of food and peered at it, pursing his lips. "Do you want some of this red stuff, too?"

Three hours later, and it was nearly time for the big event. The guests gathered expectantly in the massive throne room, the noise being carried and strangely muted by the clear membrane that created what Virgil guessed must be the largest human goldfish bowl in existence. It was even more beautiful than he remembered it. Seeing everyone else dressed in equally ridiculous outfits made him feel better, and his eyes were peeled for a glimpse of Scott, who, Helena had assured him, would be the first of the couple to arrive before the ceremony really began.

"Oh, this is fun." Troy was still griping behind him. Virgil ignored him and grinned nervously at Gordon. His brother returned the look, and gestured with his head at the clear area behind the throne, which was slowly filling with hundreds of tiny coloured fish, giving it the appearance of a living mosaic. Virgil smiled and glanced down at Helena, who suddenly had a frown on her face.

"What's up?" he asked, "Not food poisoning, I hope?"

"No, Virgil. Both of you look at the exits. You notice anything odd about this and our friends?" She nodded Virgil and Gordon's attention to the few guards posted around the many doors in the massive throne room. "That doesn't seem like a lot for a ceremony this important." Helena explained. Gordon shrugged.

Virgil murmured. "You know, honey, you've got a point."

"Honey?"

"Having fun, Marina?" he heard Phones ask.

The pilot turned, and saw she was crying. "Hey, what's wrong?" Virgil inquired, alarmed.

She gestured through the tears in her beautiful eyes. Troy laughed, although it clearly wasn't meant in a cruel way. "Oh, Marina says she always cries at weddings." At this, Marina gave a little smile.

Virgil breathed a sigh of relief. "I never understood that." He murmured, "I always figured, you know, that the groom should be the one crying." Helena dug him in the ribs and he grinned at her. They were all feeling the tension in the room starting to mount, as it filled with what had to be the last several guests and lowliest Council members.

They were all sitting in thin rows of threes in seats that were made from a material lighter but harder than the sponge chairs. It was smooth and slightly porous. Virgil was gradually finding that the longer you sat in them the less comfortable you got. He kicked the seat in front in an attempt to stretch. A green-faced man with silver lips turned at him and hissed at him in a Peter Lorre voice.

"Stop doing that!" his extraordinary large eyes narrowed, "Terran!"

"Sorry. Sorry." Virgil put up his hands. The stranger scowled and turned back. Helena giggled, and suddenly he found himself pushing back an incredible urge to burst out laughing. The two of them sat in their seats desperately trying not to explode into giggles, even as the room began to grow quieter, and Virgil couldn't even look her in the eye. He coughed desperately.

Gordon poked him in the back. "Get a grip!" he sniggered. Now all three of them were trying not to laugh. Helena chewed on the top of her programme. Virgil closed his eyes, a smile still glued to his face. He guessed it must be hysterics. Helena's flawless form shook with almost silent mirth beside him. He doubled as another spasm of laughter threatened to burst from him. Oh, no...

Music soared through the warm air and a cool wave of calm washed over him. Virgil blinked. The music was the purest he'd ever heard. He realised that it was coming from three young girls wearing silver, who were standing at the very front. Their voices rose and fell like birds, but they added dolphin and whale sounds to it. It was like nothing he had ever heard before, and when he wondered why he felt so faint he remembered suddenly that he had forgotten to breathe. Helena put a hand on his arm, gripping his bicep tightly, and they exchanged glances that illustrated exactly how moved the other was by the beauty of the music. There was a tear in her eye, and her lovely face was flushed. Virgil took her hand and she returned his grip firmly.

Gordon fidgeted as Troy Tempest accidentally kicked the back of his chair. Again. The young aquanaut glanced at his brother, who was looking as if someone had hit him over the head with an anvil and exchanging goo-goo eyes with the Ambassador. Gordon tried to peer over the heads of the three rows that were between him and the front of the room, where the throne was. Old men and women; priests, he guessed, had started gathering up there. There seemed a lot of them for just one marriage, even if it was a royal one. Perhaps they weren't taking any chances...

The singing seemed to go on and on. Bored, Gordon wondered exactly how Scott was feeling at this moment. Personally, he'd never want to be the one at the centre of this circus. Life-or-death was simple enough to cope with, but he wondered how his brother's nerves were standing up under this unique brand of pressure. Gordon wanted to ask how long this went on but didn't like to get between Virgil and the Ambassador to ask. His head snapped round as fanfare punctuated the ending of the choir's sonorous wailing. He waited for something to happen. Abruptly, everyone stood up and looked behind them.

Virgil peered round like all the others, his hazel eyes fixed firmly on the back of the hall. Then there was a wave of applause as Scott, his face scarlet, made his way down the middle of the congregation followed by an entourage of at least thirty guards.

Virgil whispered to Helena. "They all just for decoration?"

"Does seem a bit extreme, doesn't it..." she replied, giving his hand a squeeze. He smiled despite himself and tried to catch Scott's eye. His big brother remained staring straight ahead as he walked, as if that were the only grip on sanity he had left. Helena tutted in sympathy, "And how many rescues have you been on?" She breathed.

Virgil whispered in her ear. "In all of �em, I never saw him with an expression like that." He looked at Gordon who was obviously thinking the same thing. Troy and Phones nodded with respect and made �good luck' faces to Virgil. A strange feeling welled in the pit of his stomach, and he held Helena's hand aware that the palms of his own had suddenly gone clammy.

Scott completed the walk to the end of the throne room, and stood just in front of the throne before the six or seven priests who had gathered there. His blue eyes searched once around the room, and he must have just seen Virgil because he gave a shaky smile and put a hand over the watch that was out of place with his outfit, but that he had evidently been allowed to keep anyway. The palace guards fell back to stand on either side of the room next to the aisle. Virgil swallowed. One stayed beside Scott, unarmed but in full dress uniform.

What followed for about ten minutes was the priests droning on about some rights and privileges that Scott was entitled to, and something about the joining of souls before the God of the Sea and the temptation of self-destruction. Scott started to fidget, his long silvery-blue cloak rippling out behind him as he changed his feet and tried to concentrate. Scott resisted the temptation to look back for Virgil and Gordon again. He held onto the watch and glanced up at the high ceiling. He thought that every culture must have parallels like this, even undersea ones, dreaming of heaven above them if only they could reach it. Scott clenched a fist and tried to stay focussed. Surely it didn't take this long for Jupiter to revolve around the sun! His mind wandered.

"...And do you give yourself to the Empress willingly and forever, sharing your souls within our Kingdom for the greatest good of the people, and the..."

"Yes." Scott said, clearly, but a little too soon.

The old priest looked affronted, but caught Scott's eye and coughed before he said. "And now, the Empress will accept your pledge." Scott nodded. He heard a soft whisper as the owners of a hundred silk clothes all turned to see the Empress' grand entrance. He was not allowed to turn himself; he had to wait until she arrived, Hermes had told him strictly during rehearsal, or it meant terrible luck for the wedding, he'd added with a sly grin. So, Scott waited, patiently. Even less long, now...

Virgil stared like the rest of them, amazed at how the bratty little girl had transformed into such an amazing creature. The Empress was carried in on a huge oyster shell, supported by at least thirty servants who were all dressed in white and silver. The Empress herself wore a shimmering dress, which gave her the appearance of a true mermaid, and also set off the gleaming jewels and sea flowers in her hair. Her Atlantic eyes gleamed. She appeared to radiate the light in the room, and even to be the source of it. Virgil found himself squinting as she passed by. There were sighs of appreciation as she was set down before them on the dais. Scott was evidently meant to stay below her, and as he looked up Virgil could just hear his startled exclamation before the trumpets (or conch shells, he figured) rang out across the room again.

"This is it, Virgil." Helena whispered to him, "Your big brother's got no way of backing out now." She was barely a hair shorter than him, and Virgil hardly had to lean over to whisper back.

"Is this really happening?" Helena smiled, nudging his shoulder. Then the fanfare ended, and they all sat down, and she leaned into him. Her long, soft hair brushed his arm, sending prickles of cool air across his skin. The final lap was about to commence. Virgil suddenly felt his own eyes go damp, although having Helena so close seemed to make that all right. He didn't trust himself to look anywhere except in front where Scott was standing, with the Empress above, surrounded by the waiting priests.

The Empress rose from her shell and walked halfway down the steps. Scott walked up to meet her as faint singing started, his posture rigid with every step. He took her hand and she kissed him, then they turned to face the priests together. Another round of promises were exchanged before the time came to exchange what had to be the final vow. It just had to be the last one, Virgil heard Gordon mutter. Virgil agreed; the suspense was simply killing them all.

"Do you, Scott Tracy, agree to take everything the Empress wishes as your own will, and that you will not question or interfere with anything she may desire or wish to take from you?" the oldest priest of them all droned. Helena winced as Virgil's fist nearly crushed her hand.

"I do." Scott could be heard clearly, despite the odd quietness of his normally curt voice. There was an audible release of breath as the guests all leaned forwards as one. The Empress relaxed visibly, but if Virgil wasn't mistaken Scott appeared even more tense than before. Then there was a distinct shuffling in the vast hall. The priest turned his attention to Shiana. Most of the room held its breath.

"Do you, Empress Shiana, Honoured and Loved Protector of the Kingdom of Aeden, take Scott Tracy's word that he will stay with you, and honour your very wish, and that he will not question or interfere with anything you may desire or wish to take from him? Are you satisfied that your souls will be joined in eternity?"

Whether she ever gave an answer or not was soon to become a moot question, but her answer was drowned anyway as the screaming rebounded through the hall. Whooping and yelling deafened all the guests in the arena. Within seconds the room became a battlefield, and Virgil grabbed Helena and went to drag her to the ground with him. Guests started to run, screaming. Virgil realised that Gordon had vanished. He leapt up, hearing a familiar yell.

Virgil spun as the sharp end of a blade came straight for his chest.

PART FOUR: MISSING

Scott heard the yelling and thought, "Finally." Remembering his part in this, he grabbed Shiana's arm and said, "We have to leave. Now!"

"Rebels. How, by Shiggeru's soul...?" Shiana gasped. Scott didn't have time to talk. He began to usher her quickly off the dais. As he turned, his heart stopped. There were at least fifty rebels running riot down there, and from his position he could see Virgil turning to face one who was charging with a pike straight at his heart. Scott took a step forwards, yelling a warning.

Helena flung herself up, shoved Virgil out of the pike's aim, the blade catching him across one side of his chest. The rebel attacking him overbalanced and tripped forwards in front of him. More angry than hurt, Virgil caught him in an uppercut and the rebel fell, senseless.

Virgil rolled from where he'd fallen, looked at Helena. "You okay?"

"Move!" She yelled. Virgil twisted to avoid another pike and Helena scrambled to her feet. Virgil was forced to keep moving backwards on his back, with the rebel stabbing at him from above. Virgil's head hit one of the seats and he realised he was trapped; he could never get to his feet in time. The rebel raised the pike over him with a yell and he closed his eyes.

Seeing Virgil safe for a second freed Scott to act. He dragged Shiana off the dais and ran onto the ground behind the throne. Still, he was furious. The rebels weren't supposed to be so violent, and they were meant to be after him and Shiana, not the guests. Shiana clung to him as the rebels broke through the thin line of real guards; the ones who had come with him had been merely servants in uniform. Scott looked back, but he was unable to see if Virgil was all right. There was no time to waste. They dived through the opening along from the throne and down the clear corridor until they reached the gardens. Behind them, the sounds of pursuit got louder and closer.

"Where can we hide?" he demanded, "They're right behind us!"

"I, I don't know..." she looked around wildly, "I, the rebels, they c, couldn't have..."

"Come on!" He took her hand and pulled her deeper into the garden, past the statue where he had seen his brothers again, along to a series of taller rocks and barnacles. The place operated on a sort of tide, which refreshed the plants and little rock pool creatures every day. As they rounded the set of pink and green rocks Shiana grabbed his arm, pointing excitedly.

"There! The, the drains, we can hide!" She cried.

Scott nodded. "Okay, let's go!" The drains were set into the biggest rocks; they were holes big enough for them to get inside, and Scott lifted Shiana down into the nearest one as he heard a shout.

"There they are!" Scott looked up. The rebels were there and closing in. Scott let her go. She slipped and vanished down the drain with a squeal.

Scott yelled. "Hang on, Shiana!" He took one last look, and then he jumped after her, and into the deep, watery darkness below.

Virgil opened his eyes, surprised to find himself still alive and unhurt. The rebel lay in a bloodied mess in front of him, his glazed eyes open. Virgil blinked, and saw Helena stood over him, clutching a pike; her tall frame quivering and her face shocked and determined. Virgil scrambled up and stepped over the dead man, taking the pike off her.

"You okay, H...?"

Helena screamed; another rebel charged at the two of them. Virgil parried with the blunt end of the pike he was holding and smashed their attacker's weapon aside. He twisted in time to stop another one. Another flung herself at Helena, and he swung round, cracking her over the head. As the rebel went down he saw Gordon and the WASPs in a circle defending a group of terrified guests by themselves. He moved to help them, but Helena took his arm, and the sound of the trumpets filled the air, deafening him. He glanced around in surprise as the hall went quiet and the rebels appeared to fall back.

Helena looked up, her lucid eyes tear-filled and hopeful. "It's over?"

"I don't know." He saw more guards filling the hall, "Looks like the cavalry's arrived. Wonder what took them so long." The guards rounded up the rebels who were starting to struggle. Then the guards began to cut the rebels down one by one. Virgil looked away, disgusted. Helena buried her face in his chest, shaking. He gently stroked her hair, resting his own head against hers. He was trembling, with fear and anger. The attack was over, but where the heck was Scott? He eyed the empty throne curiously. Where had his brother and the brat gone?

The tunnel went down for miles. Scott could hear Shiana in the distance, but there was no time to worry about her as water rushed over him and he was suddenly engulfed in it. He choked as the pressure carried him down into the darkness, then he was aware that he was floating in it and that suddenly the tunnel no longer surrounded him. He was thrown out of the tunnel by the rushing water and landed with a splash in a deep pool. The cloak he was wearing wrapped itself around his body, pulling him under. It took all his self-control not to struggle, to remember what he had been told, to let the water carry him to safety. Scott HHHhHHHH hhhh emerged gasping in a shallow area of the pool. He pulled himself free of the cloak and tore off the buckle at his neck. Discarding the cloth, he swam strongly to the ledge of rock and clung to it before pulling himself out onto the reassuringly solid surface. He spent a second there collecting his breath, then glanced about. Tiny bug-like creatures let out a dim, wavering light as he scanned the high cave, which stretched for a long way beyond him. No sign of her.

"Shiana!" he shouted. Then he spotted her struggling limply in the water, also confined by her clothes. He dived back in, guided her to the side and pushed her up onto the ledge.

Her head was bleeding, and he cradled her gently. To his relief she was coming round. Her Atlantic eyes opened. "Scott?"

"We're okay, Shiana. We got away." He eyed her professionally. "You seem to be in one piece, anyway. How's your head?"

"Terrible. I want to go home..." she moaned. Scott gently traced the wound. A scratch, he decided. She whimpered.

Scott lifted her to a sitting position. "We'll get home, Shiana. First we have to figure out where we are. Any ideas?"

"The, the drains go miles away from the Palace. Oh, Scott, we, we're in the Eerie Caverns!"

"Eerie? So I see..."

"No, it's where the worthless poor live! The starving and the sick...I, I want to go home!" she wailed.

Scott nodded reassuringly. "We will, honey. Just try not to panic."

"Panic?" She drew herself up, some of her old haughtiness returning. "I am not afraid of that scum. We must return to the palace at once so that I can have those who drove us here executed! They will pay for..." she wavered, putting a hand to her forehead. Scott steadied her; she put her arms over his shoulders. The pilot grimaced. Her bloodlust was as strong as ever, despite her fragile state. He let her kiss him, aware that they would have to get moving soon.

"Do you know how to get back?" he asked. She shook her head. "Then we'll have to find someone to help us. We'll leave when you're feeling better."

"Yes, Scott." She said. Her eyes filled with fresh tears. "Oh, they ruined it! They ruined our wedding!" she sobbed furiously and put her arms around him.

Scott patted her head gently. "Uh, yeah, my heart's broken, too...it's a real tragedy." And it had been a close thing, he thought wryly. He hoped Virgil was okay. When this was all over he would get a chance to make him understand. He felt the band of the watch on his cold arm. He lifted her gently to her feet. "We should move. Are you okay now?" she nodded, looking childlike and paler still in the thin light. Scott shivered. "I need to get warm and so do you. Why's it so cold here?"

"How should I know?" she sniffed. "This place is a wasteland. The people existing here are scum. There's nothing I need from them so why should I care?"

"You know, you're really not helping." He said. She scowled, and he took her arm. "Come on, honey. Let's start walking. I know we're gonna find our way home. Both of us." She brightened a little. They started to make their way into the coolness of the cavern. With Scott holding her arm and supporting her, she began to talk; her shrill voice dampened by echoes, asking him. "Scott, what is honey...?"

Virgil and the Ambassador sat together while Gordon saw to the few cuts and scraped limbs that Marina, Troy and Phones had received during the m�l�e. The Ambassador was gradually recovering, and Virgil's own wound needed dressing, but he had refused to leave her side until she came out of shock.

"Any more word on Scott?" Troy asked.

Gordon wiped sweat from his face and shook his head. "I haven't been able to get anything out of anyone. They're ignoring us." They had been escorted back to their quarters and given orders to stay put until someone told them what to do. Which they had done, crammed into Gordon's bedroom, for the last half hour. Virgil looked up.

"I saw him take the Empress somewhere. I don't think she's been killed."

"We don't know that, Tracy." Troy muttered, "They probably think that we had something to do with the attack. It's no secret that you didn't approve."

"So, that doesn't prove anything..."

"Oh no, not until they decide that we'd make great scapegoats. Listen, Tracy, I say we grab the next guard and get out of here while we still have the chance. It can't be too hard to escape back to Stingray."

"Don't be ridiculous. We don't have our diving gear, anyway. They've still got it. And Scott must have known that this was going to happen." Virgil frowned, "He didn't want to tell us, though. Probably didn't think want us to interfere."

"Scott knew all along? Why on earth would he keep it to himself?" Troy asked angrily. "Look at us, we could have been killed..."

"Hermes." Helena murmured.

"What did you say, honey?" Virgil asked. Her attractive features were slowly regaining focus. She leaned into him, her supple frame relaxing.

"I think that her aide knows. Hermes knows what's going on. We have to ask him." She smiled thinly, "Scott told me that not much gets past him. He said that Hermes had been..." She frowned at Virgil, "You're bleeding."

"It's nothing. We have to find Hermes..."

"Oh, don't be such a baby." Helena got to her feet, shakily, and took the cloth from Gordon, rinsing it in the bowl of water. She attended to the scratch on Virgil's chest. "I shouldn't think they're in any danger."

"What about us?" Troy muttered.

"You said these people were peaceful. You were right. I don't think they want to provoke an incident." Helena murmured. Virgil stripped off the waistcoat and she wiped the blood from the vicious gash on his side. She smiled more cheerfully, "I'll see what I can do." Virgil watched her curiously. He felt her cool, no-nonsense fingers against his bare skin. She glanced up. Her light blue eyes brushed his. "Scott wanted me to stop you doing anything crazy." She added, thoughtfully.

"Sounds like you and he had quite a chat." He murmured.

"You saw I managed to get him that watch. That was important to you, I know." She pushed a strand of thick blonde hair from her face. "I'm sure he's okay � sorry." She pursed her lips as Virgil flinched. "Well, at least it's stopped bleeding."

"We can't wait here too long, Virgil." Gordon said. "We need to call base and Marineville."

"Gordon's right, we need to get back to Stingray." Troy agreed. "How do you feel now, Ambassador?"

"Well enough to attempt a bit of diplomacy." Helena stood away from Virgil, he stood up too, "Just let me speak to one of the guards."

"This could be tricky. We're locked in." Troy said.

"They'll listen." Helena walked over to the door. "I just hope it won't take too long for them to bring us some food. I'm bloody starving."

"I'm hungry." Shiana repeated.

Scott didn't stop walking. The tunnel was evidently used sometimes by the poor wretches who subsisted on the meagre pickings this far from the city. Hermes' words came back to him, that Scott wasn't as important as the good of the people in this half-dead kingdom. Its leader had stopped and was sulking. He called to her behind him. "Then you'll have to wait until we find someone."

"I'm not moving until you get me some food." She pouted, folding her arms.

Scott sighed quietly and walked back. He took her arm, stared down at her patiently. "If you don't move, I'm gonna have to leave you here."

"Pleeease?" she whined. "Scott, my feet hurt..."

"Listen, Shiana, I can't just magic food out of nowhere..."

"What's magic...?"

"...And if you don't come with me someone else might find you and recognise you. And you aren't the most popular person in this neck of the kingdom."

"Who dares to say that? The people love me!"

"Hermes mentioned something about rebels being from the poor end of town. I've a hunch this is what he meant." He folded his arms, "Now you can take your chances here but I'll tell you...this is one creepy place to hang around in."

"Humph." She put her nose in the air, "I am protected by Shiggeru."

Scott shrugged and turned around.

"Then you don't need me..." he began to walk on.

She hissed after him. "Uh, Scott, I think you should stay with me. For your own protection. You're safer with me..." he heard her feet slap on the black rock floor, but he kept walking, "Scott, wait! Honey?" she wailed. Finally he paused and she caught up with him. She punched him angrily on the chest, he grinned. "You... you lump of crab vomit..." she spluttered.

"Glad to hear you're back, Shiana." He said. She glared at him. Then her whole body stiffened and she turned her head, listening. "What is it?" He asked.

"Voices." She whispered. "Around the tunnel..."

"Okay. Get behind me." Shielding her, Scott cautiously crept around the corner until he heard the voices too. Three voices, coming from a larger cave off-shooting from the cavern they were in. Scott peered around the corner of the rock wall. His heart rose in relief. He brought Shiana closer, "I think we're in luck. Let's go and make some friends..."

"She's been gone a long time, Virgil." Gordon said.

"She's got a lot to ask." Virgil murmured. He glanced over at Troy, fast asleep on one of the beds, while Marina and Phones sat together on the other. Virgil and Gordon had done enough pacing that they hadn't sat down at all yet. Virgil frowned, looking at his brother then glancing once more at the WASPs. He put an arm over Gordon's shoulder. "Hey, have you tried to call Scott on the telecomm yet?"

"No. I didn't get the chance. I'll do it now?"

"Okay." Virgil covered him while Gordon lifted the watch. He whispered into it,

"Gordon calling Virgil. Come in, Virgil..." it was Virgil's telecomm after all. The signal would only respond to that call sign. "It's not working, Virgil." Gordon shook it, and then tried again. He looked at Virgil, concerned, "He doesn't answer."

"Must be ignoring us." Virgil said.

"What's going on?" Tempest asked from the bed.

"Nothing." Virgil sighed. He exchanged glances with Gordon. "Guess that's it."

"Well why would he ignore us?" Gordon exclaimed.

"Scott knows what he's doing. We just have to wait."

"You mean we should just sit here?"

"Yeah. We just sit here." Virgil walked towards the see-through section of the membrane around them. He gazed out. "At least until Helena gets back."

Gordon's reflection clearly wasn't happy.

Scott told Shiana to stay put and walked out around the corner into the wide cave beyond. The three people looked at him curiously. One was a man with dark, almost blue hair a little older than Scott. The other was a thin woman with greenish hair like Shiana's; in her late teens, and on Scott's appearance she called to a little girl of about five or six. They were gathering mussels and seaweed from the little rock pools in the damp cave. Scott stepped forwards and caught the older man's eye.

"Hi. Hi, er...my friend and I are lost and we were wondering if you could help us out. If that's okay. Hello?"

"You're a Terran." The man said. Scott nodded. He was never sure how they knew it, but they always did. The man frowned, "How did you get here?"

"That's a long and exciting story, friend." Scott looked closer at the man. He had a series of markings on one arm, like a shimmering tattoo that ran up in light red and green swirls to his neck. "I hope you're the person I'm looking for." The pilot said.

"I hope I am. Do you have anything you can give me and my sisters?"

"This." Scott removed the gold buckle he had saved from the cloak that had nearly drowned him.

The man nodded. "Then come and join us. I am Lageau. This is my sister, Finn, and my baby sister, Fran. We have shelter in the cavern where you can join us if you wish."

"Thanks. Is it okay if my friend here tags along?" Scott gestured back to Shiana. She walked over using her haughtiest step.

She put out her hand. "My Consort is...." She began.

Scott stepped in. "This is, er, my, er..." his throat suddenly felt tight, "My fianc�e, Penelope." It had been the first name he'd thought of. He grinned. Lageau looked at him, Scott shrugged, and Shiana tugged his arm.

"Give me something to eat." She commanded Lageau piercingly.

"First you'll have to help us collect food." Lageau said reasonably.

"Whaaaaat? How dare you...!" Scott covered her mouth and tried to hide his growing smile. She struggled, and then went limp, fuming behind his palm.

"Sounds great." He said. Lageau nodded and tossed him a basket.

"You can start now."

At about the same time, Virgil had called base using the radio brought by the WASPs. As he made his report, Troy was snoozing, and so were Gordon and Marina. Phones was on watch but was actually looking out of the windows. Virgil told Jeff everything that had happened, up to Scott accepting the marriage, feeling some of the worry ease as he explained to his father about Scott's second mysterious disappearance.

"Obviously Scott is in on whatever they're doing. You don't know any more about the situation?" Jeff's gruff voice sounded concerned, but it reassured Virgil all the same.

"Not yet, Father. We're waiting for Helena to return now. She should be able to tell us more."

"Helena?"

"She's the Ambassador who came with us in Stingray."

"I see." Jeff said. Virgil was grateful that he couldn't be seen over the relatively old-fashioned radio. He sensed his face flush guiltily. "How did you find Stingray, anyway? Is it as fast as they say?"

"Oh, it's faster. Could even beat Thunderbird Four. Pity their Captain's a complete jerk." Virgil found himself saying.

Jeff chuckled. "It's not like you to take such a dislike to someone, Virgil. Still, he's meant to be the best there is."

"Yeah." Virgil glanced doubtfully at the snoozing WASP captain. "I still don't know how well he and Phones know Gordon. Didn't he ever do anything interesting in the WASPs?"

"Apart from spending a year underwater? He was about to join the Submarine section of the outfit when I started this idea. Then he had the accident, and..." Jeff paused.

"Oh, I see. I never heard the full story. Anyway, you should have been at the wedding. Scott looked about ready to pass out!" he heard Jeff laugh and joined in.

"I can't imagine that! Wish I'd been there. Well, keep trying to reach him on the radio, son, but if he's ignoring the calls it must be for a good reason. We'll stand by here if you need anything."

"F-A-B, Father. I'll call you at once if we learn any more."

"I know you will, son. Now get some sleep. Meanwhile, try not to strangle Tempest. You might need his help later on."

"Yeah, and catfish are fighting rock snakes on Mars..."

"I heard that." Troy murmured. Virgil winced.

"Goodnight, son." Jeff said through undisguised laughter. Virgil switched off the radio and turned to Tempest, who was standing behind him.

"Do you have a problem with me, Tracy?" the aquanaut demanded.

"I only have a problem with the chip on your shoulder. Now, I'm gonna get some sleep before Helena gets back..."

"You two seem awful cosy." Tempest said, not budging.

"Meaning?" Virgil flexed his hand thoughtfully.

"I don't think you're including us in your little discussions. Maybe you should keep us more informed about what's going on, or you might put us at risk."

"I don't neglect my duty. I don't know what common practice at Marineville is. Maybe I don't think you're capable of doing anything on this mission. You've done nothing but gripe since we arrived." Virgil drew himself up. "Maybe we should have brought Atlanta along."

"Take that back!" the captain's blue eyes blazed.

Virgil set his jaw. He'd had enough of this. "Make me."

"Okay!"

"If you think you can beat me..."

"I'd like to see you try...!"

They circled each other like caged animals; glaring. Tempest swooped in with a fist just as the mirror door opened behind Virgil. Virgil ducked and the WASP captain careered straight into the person entering the room.

"Ow!" Hermes landed on his butt as Troy fell over him. Virgil stood over them both, and the others, woken by the argument, gathered round.

An astonished Gordon grabbed Virgil's arm. "What the heck did you do?"

"Oh, I'm sure Troy here'll explain everything." Virgil went to help Hermes to his feet.

The older man looked surprised but unhurt. He brushed himself down. "You young fools! What did you think you were doing?"

"Sorry." Virgil said. Tempest nodded, getting up.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry."

"You idiots!" Hermes snapped, "I just hope that your brother isn't as frelling irresponsible!" He glanced at them, "I have a message from Ambassador Brown. She wants you to join her in the gardens. You only." He added, looking at Virgil. Troy rolled his eyes.

Gordon frowned. "How come, Virgil?"

"Because she wants to spend a little quality time with your brother." Troy snorted.

Virgil walked past him. "Shut up, Tempest."

As the door closed Gordon helped Tempest back to his feet. The WASP captain grunted. "What's his problem?"

Scott dropped another slimy sea-creature into the basket and wrinkled his nose. Shiana gave another squeal and leaped backwards. "It tried to bite me!"

"They can't bite you." Lageau said. Scott peeled another slithering creature off the wall and held it out; Shiana was sulking for the fourth time and had her arms folded and her back to him. He couldn't resist.

"Aaaaaaargh!"

Helena's lovely face broke into a bright smile as Virgil entered the gardens. Hermes left them. Virgil smiled back at her, and then she startled him by hugging him tightly. Her face lifted up to his, and for a second they checked, then he relaxed and put his arms around her.

She paused, stopped him leaning any closer to her suddenly dry lips. "Come with me, Virgil." She said. Virgil reluctantly let her go. She took his hand and led him into the garden. "We have to get out of sight."

"Why?" Virgil sensed the ambiguity in her; her hand was smooth as the heat of the gardens swirled around them.

"I called you here because I wanted to get you alone." She said.

"Oh. Really?" Virgil raised an eyebrow and Helena smiled to herself.

"I need to talk to you." She told him, "Let's go over there, where we won't be seen." They walked past the rocks where Scott had taken Shiana, past them to another set of statues, to a bench beneath tall-growing seaweed rising out from a pool. She sat down on it and gestured for him to join her, and Virgil saw that she had renewed the blue sea-orchid in her hair, that her creamy skin was covered in a thin film of sweat. She returned his scrutiny, and tugged at the shoulder sleeve of the loose, shimmering toga she was wearing. "This thing makes me feel like an actor in some crummy Trek fantasy." She complained.

"Women always had the better outfits." He smiled, not really listening to her words, just the sound of her voice.

Helena raised an eyebrow. "You're certainly a case in point. Not that it's a complete loss..."

"Huh?"

"Er, Virgil, listen. I called you here because I want to tell you away from the others. It's important."

"Yes?"

"Virgil, this is the Prince of Calshoom and his aide, Demetri."

Virgil looked up in surprise. The kind-faced man from before was walking over, followed by the most repulsive man he had ever seen. Virgil drew back before he could stop himself.

Helena put a warning hand on his bare leg. "Don't react too badly, he's royalty..."

"It's just a, a shock, that's all." Virgil glanced at her, Helena moved her hand, and he stood up to meet the ugly man in flowing robes. A little closer Virgil realised that the man was merely extremely old, his dark eyes shone brightly from the withered face, but there was something about it that unsettled him, made him want to check that all his own features was still there. He forced a smile and shook his hand.

"Virgil Tracy? The Ambassador said that I should meet you, to reassure you about your brother. Scott is doing us a great favour, and his actions will save this Kingdom and its people."

"That's very kind but what the hell is he playing at?" Virgil asked angrily.

"Sit down and I shall explain. I am not as young as I was." The Prince sat in the edge of rock beside the pool. Virgil sat opposite, noting that Helena had reclined a professional distance away.

"So, what's the story?"

"Scott was being poisoned by the Empress' aide, Hermes..."

"That's why Scott was so ill? That sonuvabitch..."

"He believed that Scott was a temporary distraction and that if he died she would change her mind and marry me. But even if I did marry her, she had no will to help her people, and any the aide I sent would not be put to its use. The husband of the Empress has no rights in the running of this land, even if I rule my own cities at home." The Prince waited and Virgil nodded.

"So how did Scott help?"

"I decided that your brother must be saved, discovering as I did that he was also a member of the Terran organisation who saved us from the deadly sludge on the rig. I tried to explain this to the Empress, but she would not listen. I protected your brother so that he could aid us in the next part of the plan."

"Which was?"

"To take Shiana on a tour of the less-wonderful parts of her kingdom. To show her how bad it was and how a simple vow could change all that."

"So the attack at the wedding..."

"Was organised with Hermes' assistance. I had no idea that it would be so terrible." The Prince sighed, "But it was the best way to make Shiana trust Scott and to get her to the underworld. They escaped down the drains over there. They were washed out in an expected place, and by now, the palace guard should have joined them. He will protect them both in a prearranged scenario. When Shiana appears to have reached an understanding of her people's plight, we will find her and bring her back."

"And Scott can go home?"

"Yes, Virgil, Scott can go home."

"Are you sure he'll be safe out there?"

"He is not alone, but he will have to be careful. I think that if he has survived this far, he should return alive." At this Virgil frowned, scratching the back of his head. The sweat was tickling his shoulders, his neck.

"That's not the most encouraging reassurance I've ever heard. Isn't the poor area where the rebels came from?"

"The rebels come from everywhere. They do not know about our plans but they have spies everywhere. We must be careful. Just explain the outline to your other brother, but do not tell him everything until tomorrow." The Prince got up and smiled through crumpled features at the pilot. "Then we will begin an official search to draw attention away from the area the Empress and Scott are in."

"So Scott's not in any danger?"

"It'll be dangerous, but it's better than what might have happened. Trust me, Virgil Tracy. I believe your brother is a good man to have around when there is danger."

"Yeah. Yeah, he can handle trouble." Virgil folded his arms, "I still don't like it, but I guess I don't have much of a choice. Scott'll just have to cope for himself."

"The man with them, Lageau, is one of our most dedicated soldiers, Mr Tracy." Demetri told him. "He won't let anything happen to the Empress or Scott."

"Great." Virgil was still unconvinced but looking more resigned. The Prince smiled and patted his arm.

"Your brother is saving a whole Kingdom of people, Virgil. He had no regrets." With another smile, the Prince of Calshoom left and Demetri hurried after him.

Virgil stayed where he was, arms folded, thinking. Helena touched his shoulder and he looked up, startled. "You heard the Prince? Scott will be okay." She said.

Virgil took her hand. "I heard. I just don't like not being able to speak to him. I wish he'd told me."

"I guess he thought you would try and stop him."

"I wouldn't have. I just, I don't know. Scott's more than capable of looking after himself, I just..." Helena knelt beside him and she looked into his eyes. Virgil seemed hesitant and she tilted her head.

"Scott wouldn't want you to worry, Virgil. Oh, Virgil, it's so gorgeous here. Can't you just let yourself enjoy it for a while?"

"Depends on who I'm with." Virgil took her other hand. For a moment they just looked at each other. "I should get back and tell Gordon the news." He said.

She could see in his eyes that he didn't want to. Helena wondered at herself, fooling around with a member of International Rescue. "You know, it really isn't in the manual..." she murmured.

Virgil's coffee-coloured eyes widened. "What's that?"

"I was sent here to help you..."

"You have."

"Not really. This whole thing was set up before we even got here." Helena sighed.

Virgil brought his handsome face closer to hers. "That's okay by me. You didn't do any less than you could have." Virgil's intense dark eyes were suddenly uncertain.

Helena lifted a hand to his face and stroked the damp hair from his forehead. The intimacy was finally at the right moment. She lifted her head and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Virgil's arms came around her; it felt as though the music from the throne room had surged into the gardens. His kiss was warm and more forceful than she would have expected. She was lost, and ran her hand across his chest; she felt his fingers run up into her hair. There was no need for words, just standing together in the garden for a time neither of them counted. Virgil nuzzled into her, and Helena smiled through the kiss, blinking to look at him. Sensing this, Virgil looked at her. They parted, he left a hand on her neck and she bit her lip.

"I'm glad we didn't wait any longer." She breathed. His eyes were bright and searched hers with a gleam that turned her legs to fluid.

"I can hear music." He murmured. Helena laughed and so did he. They embraced and then he slid his arm around her waist and they walked like that in the gardens together for what felt nothing like hours.

"Hermes, what a pleasant surprise." The Prince put down the cup he was holding and started to rise.

"No need to move, Prince, this is merely a quick visit. I came to ask why you have told his brother everything. I was under the impression that you would ask him to leave. Too much is at stake for you to tell a Terran all our plans."

"To start, Hermes, may I remind you whom you are speaking to. I'm not your child leader; I am the ruler of Calshoom. Secondly, I told his brother through the Ambassador. The girl clearly has affection for him that should cover any worries he has for at least the next few days. She understands the urgency and the need for this plot to succeed."

"Thank you for that warning, Prince." Hermes replied with a cursory smile. "However, I think that we should have her under constant surveillance from our guards. We need to make sure that idiot doesn't let her get into trouble."

"You really know nothing about International Rescue, do you, Hermes." The Prince sneered.

"I have decided that we will get her back in three days. No less. I will have her tracked down as of now. After that, she will marry you. Even if we have to kill the Terran and his guests as well to persuade her."

"Your Kingdom is as bloodthirsty as ever." The Prince shook his head, "You will pay dearly for condoning this violence. When I marry her things will be very different around here."

"Your idealism is...heartening, Prince. However well this ends, what we really need is for trade to return. New fishing grounds, and work for the people to do. And only you can do that. So the Terran must be disposed of. I've seen her, and she's quite infatuated with him"

"I hate you, Scott Tracy!" Shiana yelled angrily. Scott ducked as the slimy creature whistled past his head and splatted into the wall beside him. Shiana started to thump him on the chest until he gripped her by the forearms and stopped her.

"I never had a little sister. Guess it wouldn't have been all that different." Scott grinned.

Shiana screwed her face up and glared at him. "Why can't we go home?" she asked tearfully.

"We don't know how. These nice people are going to help us."

"Don't patronise me, Scott. Don't forget who..."

"How could I. But keep it to yourself, huh?" Scott released her and noticed she was shivering. He put his arms around her from behind. Shiana sighed and relaxed against him. The two girls had stopped to watch them. Lageau clapped his hands.

"I think we're finished here. We should get back."

"Then we can eat?" Shiana asked. Lageau smiled at her.

"That's right, Penelope - then we can eat." He started to make his way from the caves; carrying the baskets that were each half full with the collected creatures. Scott rocked Shiana gently from side to side.

"Well, Penny, whaddya say?"

"I'm not eating those."

"You're starving, aren't you? It might be all they have."

"But then they'd be..."

"Poor." He whispered. Shiana pulled away and gave him a fierce look.

"Stupid. Like you." She marched away. Scott wiped his face with his arm and breathed deeply, then followed. This was going to be way harder than he thought.

"You sure took your time. Did she have anything to say?" Gordon lifted an arm to welcome Virgil back. His brother walked through the door, humming a jazzed up version of Dangerous Game by the Cass Carnaby Five, (or Five, as they now preferred to be known since Cass had gone on to pursue his own career). Gordon exchanged glances with Phones. Someone had scrounged up a pack of cards and the two aquanauts were sitting playing blackjack. Troy was fast asleep on one bed and Marina was watching the fish swim outside.

"Uh, yeah. Scott's being used by the Prince and co in a plot to make the Empress marry the Prince of Calshoom." Virgil landed on the empty bed, practically bouncing up and down on it. Gordon put down his cards and stared at him.

"Sure, that's a good reason to look like you just kissed the Ambassador."

"What?" Virgil went bright red.

Gordon laughed in delight. "I knew it! Troy was right!"

"Yay, Troy." The Captain muttered from the bed. Virgil just grinned.

"So, what happened? You crazy kids!" Gordon got up, genuinely curious.

Virgil stretched out with his arms above his head and said. "We talked, and walked in the garden for a while, and..."

"Yeah, right." Gordon shook his head, "Wow, Virg, I mean, it's been what, five years..."

"Uh, so what's the deal with Scott?" Troy asked, "Even though I can't wait to hear the details of your love life, Tracy, I think we should know what's going on"

"How's that eye, Troy...?"

"Come on, Virg, what did she say?" Gordon asked.

"What I already told you. Scott's being used to teach the Empress about the plight of her people. They're in the underworld." Virgil frowned, "That suddenly sounds a lot worse than I meant it to."

"I don't understand. How?"

"When they escaped the fighting Scott took her somewhere, and right now he's still with her and acting as her conscience."

"You're not telling me you actually like eating this filth." Shiana was finally whispering her insults at him instead of screaming them across the floor.

"My family would probably tell you I'd eat anything and frequently do. Even when I'm not this hungry." Scott gulped down another sea slug and raised an eyebrow, "Eat up, kid, it's good for you."

Shiana pouted, but put one in her mouth. The little girl laughed at the face she made. Shiana glared at her and the little girl just sniggered.

Five others had joined them in a small cave that had been cleared and made to resemble a home. Scott had been met with curiosity and Shiana was put to work helping to prepare the food. The sea people were relatively cheerful, although Scott understood that they had been luckier than most. Lageau kept a wary eye on the two of them even as the food was shared out. Shiana had lost her temper more than once, only to burst into tears and go running to Scott's arms. He would gently encourage her and send her back, even mucking in with the preparation himself. The slimy creatures needed careful slicing to make them edible, leaving only a small sliver of material that nonetheless looked completely repulsive. The other sea slugs were eaten complete, and Scott found them on the whole more filling. When they had all finished, the group began to talk.

"Are you going to ask them to take us home?" Shiana asked.

Scott grunted. "Soon."

"Penelope, come and play with us." Fran called. Shiana looked round. The little girl had a bubble about the size of an English soccer ball. There was another little girl with her and a boy.

Shiana put her nose in the air. "I don't play children's games."

"Ah, come on, Penny. A little exercise never hurt anyone." Scott got up and Fran threw him the �ball'. He caught it and threw it to Shiana, who fumbled it and then kicked it back at him. She pouted.

"This is a stupid game � ow!" The bubble bounced off her head. Angry now, Shiana raced forwards and tried to grab it. Scott threw it back to Fran, who passed it to the little boy. The bubble shot past Scott and Shiana and hit Lageau on the head. Shiana laughed until it came back at her, and she dodged it with surprising grace and ran after Fran who ran off with it. The chase took them out of the little cave and further away. Scott shouted.

"Wait! Come back!" suddenly he was in a darker section of the tunnels. He stepped forwards, "Hey! Penny? Fran! You there!" he turned around to find his way back. They were probably already in the cave, and he'd let a few turns and a bit of darkness confuse him. Navigation was never his strong point. Scott heard whispering behind him and turned. Something white flashed out of view. Curious, he spun, hearing it behind him. The whispering became a hiss. He glanced as the white shape flashed just out of view. Then the hiss became a more insistent growl. Scott's mouth went dry.

"Shiana? Honey?" he tried to move as quietly as he could, and stepped backwards.

He banged into something white with huge eyes. "Arrrgh!"

"Ha! Ha!" Shiana danced away from him, her silver cloak making her appear ghostly in the poor light.

Scott exhaled noisily, and, laughing, said. "Good one, Penny. Now let's get back to the party..."

"Oh, after I lost you and the kids so cleverly?" she brought the cloak around her and went close to him, bringing her arms up around his neck. Her girlish face was paler still and she eyed him mischievously.

"Shiana, what are you up to?"

"Now we're here, and you're going to marry me, I thought that we could..." She kissed him insistently on the mouth.

"I...No. Absolutely not." Scott pushed her away. Shiana looked crushed.

"Why? I thought..." he silenced her with a guilty kiss and murmured,

"It's, er, against my upbringing." Well at least that wasn't a complete lie, "I was always told to wait. Until I was married." He could already hear Gordon laughing at him.

Shiana's expression changed up to disappointed. "Oh. Really?"

"Yes." He kissed her again, the taste of salt in his mouth, "And now, I need something to drink. Let's go back. We were winning that game."

"I was winning it..." She said as they started to walk back, Shiana on his arm.

"Yeah, right..."

"You were hopeless..."

"Well look who I had on my team..."

"You lump of..."

"...crab..."

"...vomit."

"You little catfish..." Both sniggering, they returned to the light in the caves beyond. When they did, Scott faced a very angry Lageau...

PART FIVE: SCARLET WATER

After debriefing Gordon and the others in more detail, Virgil tried to concentrate on a card game. "Twist."

"Virgil, who says twist after they've got a nine a ten and an ace?" Gordon asked, exasperated.

Virgil put the cards down. "Sorry."

"It's okay, Tracy. You stay in love, and you can owe me more money." Virgil glanced at the Captain. Troy grinned.

"Where is she, anyway?" Phones asked.

"Helena had to talk to Hermes. Just as we were leaving." There was a pause. "She warned me to look out for that guy. He's ruthless." He decided against telling them any more, about the poisoning that made his blood boil.

"So, Scott was lucky." Phones murmured.

"Yeah...." Virgil collected the cards, "Let's all hope he stays that way...Guess you were wrong about this being just a peaceful little kingdom." He was getting worried about Helena as well. He wondered just what Hermes had been saying to her since he'd left her in the gardens.

It had ended too abruptly, but Virgil had finally decided he should go back and let the others know what was going on. "...Or Troy might accuse me of keeping big secrets from him."

"Couldn't have that." Helena murmured.

Virgil had kissed her, smiling. "Are you coming back with me now?"

"To the rooms?" she'd kissed him back and felt his arms around her. How was it possible to feel this way twice in one lifetime? He'd nodded, and she'd said, "All we can do now is wait there, until..."

"Ah, Ambassador. I thought I would find you still here with Mr Tracy. I must talk to you."

"Hermes." Virgil suddenly looked angry. Helena kissed his cheek.

"Why don't you go on back? I'll see you in our quarters." Virgil glanced warily at the man. Then he straightened, and smiled tightly, kissing her forehead.

"Okay, honey. Don't be long."

"See you, Virgil." She watched him stride out with his graceful assurance. Her eyes wandered, and then she snapped her attention back to Hermes. "So, what do you want to talk about?" she asked brightly.

"Sit down, my dear." He gestured to the marble bench. Something in his tone made her uneasy. She sat, suddenly wishing Virgil were still there.

Hermes walked around Helena. She looked him in the eye. "What do you want, then?"

"I see you two have grown close..."

"What if we have? It won't affect the final outcome. The Empress changes her mind, his brother goes home and we leave you in peace." She realised that she was being a little defensive, but Hermes was worrying her.

"I cannot allow you to leave, now that I know you have told him everything."

"The Empress will change her mind, Hermes. There is nothing to worry about." Helena flinched as Hermes leant near to her.

"I don't think you understand, girl. Virgil Tracy and his brothers cannot be allowed to jeopardise the plan. I have already decided she will be rescued. I was a fool to agree to this in the first place."

"What about us? What about Scott?" Helena was truly scared now.

Hermes gave a serpent's smile. "You think that the Empress will want him to live when she finds out he has been deceiving her? And as for you...you must be the worst Ambassador the Terrans have ever produced." He glared. "And you have killed a man. All for that stupid fool, Tracy. I am starting to believe that you only want this plan so that you can stay with him."

"You bastard!" Helena snapped. She stood up, her blue eyes blazing, "There is no need for any action so extreme! If I hadn't told them about the plan, Virgil and the others would have taken even more drastic measures to find him. The plan would have been even harder to keep secret!" she was millimetres away from strangling him.

Hermes actually looked afraid at the expression on her face. She took a step towards him and continued. "It may not be the most reliable plan in the world, but it's the best way your Kingdom can keep its integrity! You won't get any help from anyone if you insist on executing or poisoning everyone in sight!" She drew her head level with his face. "And trust me, Mr Hermes, I will find a way out of here and I will tell everyone unless you keep to the deal!"

Hermes wrinkled his nose and noticeably shrank back. Helena was too angry to notice, but managed to listen calmly as he said. "I am still unhappy with the Empress being left out there...."

"You have to trust Scott and Lageau to keep her safe. I was told that you believed in keeping the peace in this Kingdom." She appealed to his better side.

"Which I will go to any lengths to protect, Ambassador."

"And I will do exactly the same to protect my charges." She said. She held his gaze firmly, without shrinking. She sensed she was getting through to the older man. Hermes looked at her with a slightly different expression from before, and Helena silently breathed a sigh of relief. Hermes narrowed his eyes shrewdly, and then nodded, thoughtfully. "I will arrange for the Empress to be collected from the Eerie Caverns within two days. I will not wait for longer than that. But, you have...convinced me that this may work."

Hermes took her shoulder; Helena managed a pleasantly surprised smile. He said to her. "If the Empress returns here without any trouble, then you will all be freed. But if I have any trouble at all from Scott Tracy, the Empress or your new lover..." he brought his face close enough for her to smell his salty breath, "...I will be forced to take extreme action once again." He drew back. "I will allow your party to move freely, but in the visitors quarters only. I will tell them this myself. The deadline is in two days time. I do not want to see you until then, when I also hope that we can end this peacefully."

"I understand. Everything will work out, Mr Hermes."

"I hope so." Hermes tilted his head to look at her, "For your sake, and for the peace of the Kingdom."

He left quickly. Helena sat down as her legs turned to jelly. That had been far too close for comfort. She drew a hand across her forehead, feeling drained. She wanted to see Virgil again, but she was so tired. Grimly she forced herself to her feet and made her way back to her room, glad that she had bought them a little more time.

The sphere of light gave off a steady glow that made the dull cave seem even starker. Scott leaned back against a rock, trying to get comfortable and listening to the others talking. Shiana complained to him about being hungry, until Scott had reminded her that all people had to eat here were the sea slugs, "we could always go and get some more." She'd made a disgusted face and sat down, bored. At least she had given up on her overtures of...well, Scott was just glad that she seemed to have let it go. She fell asleep beside him. Looking at her fragile features, it was easy to forget how ruthless she could be - nope, not his type at all.

Lageau sat down beside him. "Our little girl has had enough?"

"Tuckered out by the big day." Scott smiled. He stretched; the hard rock digging in his back, even when he shifted. "So what do you think? Think she's convinced yet?"

Lageau smiled. "You're missing home."

"Of course I am. I hate being stuck here." Scott was surprised by his own frankness. "I miss the sun, and my family, and...and chocolate..." He looked over at the sleeping Empress, "But she has to understand. Guess this is the only way she ever will..."

"You're a good man, Scott Tracy. So, tell me, before you returned here, did you and her..."

"No."

Lageau laughed and stretched out beside him. His dark eyes regarded the pilot with more than casual interest. "That, my friend, makes you worthy of a son of Shiggeru itself. Why ever not?"

"You think I'm an idiot." Scott drawled.

"Yes. Of course. But I am impressed by your...restraint."

"Okay, Lageau, better hold it there before I pour our next meal over you...." They both laughed at this, and Scott actually felt relaxed for the first time since arriving in Aeden. He asked quietly, "So are they really your sisters?"

"Yes. I came from here originally. Fran and Finn are all I have left."

"I'm sorry."

"Our fishing grounds are now empty, and the only places left to get food have become very dangerous. There are sharks around, and they sense our weakness. They killed our mother and father. They were too weak from hunger to swim away in time." Lageau looked at the sleeping Shiana with a pained expression, "The Empress is barely a child. I cannot blame her for this, but I must make her see how to stop it."

"We will, friend." Scott smiled, "You and me both. The sooner she does, the sooner you can get back. Where are we going tomorrow?"

"There is a fishing pool a little way off which we will visit first. Then we will go closer to the main City. It should only take us a few days to get back."

"Good." Scott tried to hide a deep yawn. Lageau leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Get some sleep, Scott Tracy. We have a lot to do tomorrow..."

"I'm still hungry, but...sleeping's the next best thing...." Scott felt his head nod, and despite the stiffness in his back he found a marginally more comfortable position on the rock and dropped off into a deep slumber.

Helena was fast asleep in her room. The door opened quietly, and someone set a plate of food and glass of odd blue liquid by her bed. She could sense his presence but was too sleepy to move from her position, face down on top of the covers.

"Why are you so considerate? How come you're different from all the rest?" she grunted, feeling him move behind her.

"You missed dinner so I asked them to save some." His palm traced down her back. That was it, now she had to move. Helena lifted an arm with effort and propped herself up on the sheets. Virgil pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her.

She smiled, unable to help herself. "You're too nice. Thank you, Virgil." She sipped from the drink, "Aniseed, mmm..." then she nibbled at the elegantly displayed meal, "How late is it?"

"It's about eight o'clock by Gordon's watch. Wondered where you were."

"I'm sorry, I was so tired..." she sat up a little straighter.

Virgil watched her from his seat. He didn't look tired but was certainly more relaxed. "You didn't miss much." He smiled, "Just Troy wanting to go home. It's been a long day for everyone."

"It was worth it." Helena put the half-eaten food aside and shuffled over to him. She kissed him on his mouth. "I'm sure that this will be over soon."

"Then what?" He suddenly looked serious. Helena shrugged. She put a hand on his face and leaned into him.

"I wouldn't have believed that International Rescue were allowed relationships." She said thoughtfully. "Everyone at work used to say that..."

"Well, we're not banned from them. Who at work?" he raised an eyebrow.

Helena flushed slightly, "Er, n, no one...Office gossips."

"I see." Virgil was very serious until she caught his eye and hit his shoulder, grinning. He couldn't keep his hands away from her hair; she let it drift over him.

"You don't have to worry. I..." She made a face, "This is what it's going to be like between us, isn't it. Secrets. You're a man of mystery, Virgil. When we leave here what will we do? What's happened before?"

"I don't know." He said, ruefully. "To be honest, since International Rescue started, there just hasn't been the time for anyone else in my life."

"Why don't I believe that?" Helena smiled.

Virgil shook his head. "It's true." He gently took her shoulders and nodded at the half-eaten food on the bed. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Don't change the subject. I don't really want to know about anyone else, but I am curious. And yes, I think I should finish it." She said, before sitting back. He waited until she finished eating the rest of the plate, playing lazily with his foot against her own. Helena washed it down with the blue water, and prodded him with her toes. "I meant it, Virgil, about it being difficult when we leave..."

"You reminded me to enjoy the beauty around here for as long as I could." He said quietly.

Nodding, Helena stretched back on the bed, felt him come and sit beside her. She murmured with half closed eyes. "Although sometimes I do think that you just wake up and let the world hit you in the face."

"When was your last big romance?" he asked suddenly.

Helena looked at him. "Why do you want to know?"

"So I have something to blackmail you with." They sniggered. She sat up and took his hands. Virgil gazed at her with the same look that had made her heart melt. She couldn't tell him now, not when everything was going so perfectly. Instead she slipped her arms tightly around his waist and they both folded together onto the sheets.

Scott was walking down the golden beach on his island home. He shielded his eyes from the glare of the wonderfully hot sun, looking out to sea, at the waves as they rose and fell in gentle white-tipped waves, the water as deep and blue as his own eyes. The hot sand slid across his feet like burning silk. A shadow flew overhead, and Scott looked up, his eyes followed it, it was a massive gull, and it led his view to a person seated at the far end of the beach on some rocks. It was hard to make out who it was, but he knew, and Scott took a step forwards. In a few seconds he was beside the person.

"Virgil! It's been so long since I've seen you."

"Leave me alone. I'm painting." Virgil did not look up. Scott noticed that his brother was, all of a sudden, at an easel, in his old paint-splattered clothes, brushing at a canvas that he could not see. Scott saw him dip his brush in the sea, and apply the clear salt water to the surface of the picture.

The water lapped around their waists even while Scott struggled forwards to see the picture. He splashed to Virgil's side, and asked curiously. "I don't understand. What is it supposed to be, Virgil?"

"It's not finished yet." Virgil murmured. He calmly twisted around, suddenly stabbing into Scott with the brush, and Scott blinked. Blood oozed from his stomach, but he felt no pain. Virgil coated the damp canvas and the bright red liquid blossomed, creating the finishing touch to his artwork.

Virgil finally looked directly at Scott, his brown eyes vacant. "Well, big brother, do you like it?"

"I, I don't know what it is..." Scott covered the soaking wound with his hand as it smeared his blue shirt, turning it a dark black.

Virgil glared at Scott; the water was reaching their shoulders now, and claiming them both. He screeched. "I've spent so long making it for you and this is how you repay me? Can't you even be bothered to see Death when I paint it for you?"

"Death...?" Scott coughed, trying to keep his head above the water. The painting floated past him. He fought to stay afloat and gripped the painting. Virgil's face disappeared beneath the waves. Scott choked, and ducked his head underneath. Storm crashed above. All was starting to go black. The blood made thick scarlet tentacles in the water. Scott yelled, feeling one wrap around his trouser leg...

"Wake up, Scott Tracy!" Lageau was shaking him violently. Scott was yanked back into reality, and grinned, getting his breath back.

"It was just a nightmare...Jeez, it's been a while since I...what is it, Lageau?"

"Scott Tracy, the Empress, Penelope, is missing!" The others on the room were all still sleeping. Finn stood behind a worried-looking Lageau.

"When did she leave?" Scott asked.

"I think she left with Fran more than an hour ago. Finn can take us to where they might have gone. But I should not let either of you out of my sight, which means that you must come too."

"Sure. She's okay, isn't she?" The memory of the dream chilled Scott. Lageau frowned more deeply.

"The area around here can be dangerous when alone. I think that they may have gone to get more food."

Scott brushed the last of the sleep from his eyes. He nodded to the other two. "Lead the way." Memory of the dream had almost gone, but an image still chilled him. He could still see the scarlet water.

When Helena woke, her arm stretched out instinctively to the place beside her in the bed. It was warm, but Virgil wasn't there. Her sleep-blurred mind took in the chronometer by the bed. Where on earth would he be at half-past three in the morning? She waited for fifteen minutes but he didn't return, and if it were anyone else she would have quietly cursed them and gone back under the sheets, but she was restless now and, pulling on a robe, noticed his clothes were gone too.

Helena padded out of the room; following a hunch, she walked to the end of the corridor where there was a small garden and a large swing chair, loosely carved out of the darker rock. A small waterfall trickled out of the wall into a small pool that was pink with coral. Helena went into it and saw Virgil lying asleep, stretched out on the chair. Helena smiled and smoothed back the hair from his fringe, kissing his forehead.

He stirred. "Wha...?"

"Sssh." She whispered, "What are you doing out here, Virgil?"

"Didn't want to keep you awake." He smiled. He reached out to her and traced her neck. "You were so fast asleep."

"Not anymore." She said.

"Well, as you're awake now, there was something I was going to ask you, before we got so, er, distracted."

He brought her face close and Helena tilted it curiously. "What is it, love?"

"What did you and Hermes talk about?" He was surprised at her suddenly guarded expression, which dropped quickly at his confusion.

She kissed away the sweat that collected on his upper lip, and said. "Well, I managed to persuade him that we should be let out of our rooms."

"He told us himself."

"I thought so." She smiled, "And that Scott and the Empress will be rescued in two days. I only hope it works in that time."

"Where are they, anyway?"

"Some place called the Eerie Caverns, I believe he said. Doesn't sound all that good, does it."

"Sounds bloody awful, what?" he replied, gently mocking her light British accent. He looked a little worried and she chuckled and kissed him.

"How much trouble can your brother get into in two days? Or is that a daft question?"

"You just answered it, but I promised myself I wouldn't think of it, and I'm not going to. He can always call us if there's any trouble."

"Really? How?" Helena was curious. Virgil grunted something and she leaned nearer to hear him. She was caught out as he pulled her above him, and after that she didn't bother to hear his reply.

Scott raced after Finn and Lageau as they hurried towards a series of caves nearly a mile from their shelter. Scott was aware of a sense of danger that didn't normally fail him, and the others seemed to run agonisingly slowly.

Finn finally shouted. "This is the place!" as the tunnels opened into a huge cavern. He skidded to a halt and saw a deep pool in the centre, as a thousand tiny pearls reflected the poor light from the few creatures in the area. They ran over to the pool and looked down into the water.

"Shiana..." Scott peered down into it to see the Empress and Fran swimming deep beneath the surface. They were briefly relieved, and then Scott heard Lageau's gasp of horror. Then he saw why. There, under a shelf of rock and silver shells, was a dark bullet-shaped silhouette. The pointed nose was starting to drift closer to where the two girls were swimming.

"Shark...!" Finn cried.

"We have to warn them, now!" Scott yelled. He heard a splash, Finn had dived in and Scott lunged forwards.

Lageau shoved him backwards. "Not you. You stay here! You're only a Terran." He snapped. He quickly turned and dived in too. Scott scrambled over to the edge and peered down. Shiana and Fran had seen the shark and were cowering at the side as the big shark headed for them, its tail flickering purposefully. Scott felt sick fear knead at his stomach wall. Finn had dived quickly under the shark and was heading for Fran; Shiana pushed the little girl towards her. Lageau swam directly at the shark, as the beast grew nearer to her Lageau clung onto its fin. The shark thrashed and veered away, and Finn grabbed Fran and pulled her upwards. Scott sighed with relief.

A trickle of blood sprayed across the water. Lageau let go of the shark as the shark thrashed; it had scraped him with its harsh skin, and the creature went crazy. It charged as Lageau swam upwards quickly. The shark followed, Scott saw it charge upwards, and Lageau barely leaped onto the opposite side of the pool before its teeth whipped around and snapped beneath him.

Shiana, Fran and Finn were also swimming to the surface, but the shark was excited now and was going to get to them first. Scott jumped in, hitting the surface with a splash. He could see the shark change direction, its shadow cutting through the water towards him. Lageau shouted across the water at him, and Scott kicked back while he saw Shiana reach the surface and pull herself out. The shark turned as she lifted herself onto the rock, and headed back down to where Fran and Finn were swimming.

"No!" Scott hit the surface of the water, thrashing wildly, trying anything to distract it, but it carried on. Shiana looked at him once, desperately, and then she dived back in. Scott ducked under to watch, as she dived towards Finn and Fran who were by now pinned against the wall, too terrified to move, unable to escape. Finn saw Shiana moving towards them, as the shark drove closer she lifted her little sister up above the shark's range, and Shiana got in above the beast and lifted Fran away even as it opened its mouth. It went nearer still. Shiana twisted in the water, Fran clearly screaming, and the water clouded with thick blood.

Scott felt something brush past his thigh, and gave a startled gurgle as another shark, attracted by the action and blood, swept against him. Scott swam quickly back to the rocks, clambering up and running around to where Shiana was struggling to the surface with Fran tightly held in her arms. She only just reached the surface, bursting through, and the dark silhouette of the largest shark yet headed towards her, its snout barely four feet away. Shiana shoved Fran into his arms; he grabbed the little girl and put her as gently and quickly as he could on the solid surface beside. He swept round for Shiana. The Empress lifted herself out of the water. He saw the teeth of the beast rising behind her, it was huge, he grabbed her arms, felt her cling to him and they stumbled backwards and her toes barely cleared the final snap as the monster crashed back into the water.

It was a few moments before either of them moved. Scott felt her gradually coming back, sobbing against him, her long greenish hair soaking him. It was easier to wait there for a little while, until faint crying came from further away. She lifted her fragile face; her big grey eyes were regaining their old sharpness, at odds with the tears that poured from them. She kissed his neck, shaking, but let him go and stumbled over to the child who was sitting on the rocks and gathered her up in her slight arms. Scott sat there and got his breath back, feeling the adrenaline rush ease away. His head felt light. He looked across at the water, its ripples disturbed by the rushing of many fins now breaking the surface. Scott forced himself to stand and stumbled to the waters edge. Faint traces of scarlet were visible, but the sharks had made short work of her. He sank to his knees. Finn was dead.

PART SIX: BETRAYAL

Barronnell waited until the couple were caught up in each other again, and sneaked away from behind the rock that he had used as cover since Virgil Tracy had crept out to the dell over an hour ago. He padded quickly past the guards who ignored him. After all, what could the court tailor ever do that would concern them? Barronnell smirked to himself as he went down the corridor to the secondary visitor's quarters. He reached one of the doors from the area where council guests were stationed, and rang a bell outside. The door opened. A man with all-black eyes and thin lips stood in the doorway, and asked in an irritable voice.

"What do you want, at this time of night?"

"Let me come in, Councillor." Barronnell shifted his eyes nervously, "I have important information." The man sighed and opened he door wider. He ushered Barronnell through quickly and closed the door quietly.

The man gestured for the tailor to sit down on one of the lower seats while he sat behind a large desk made of whalebone. He narrowed his black eyes and peered over steepled fingers.

"We do not enjoy having our time wasted. What is your name?"

"I, I am the court tailor, Barronnell. I know of your group's intentions, and I have information that can help the rebels." The tailor felt a twinge of worry before the man opposite nodded thoughtfully. He replied in an eager voice.

"Tell me what you have learned, quickly."

"I, I have been t, trying to find the true location of the Empress. She is not in hiding anywhere in the palace, and I of all people would know where she would be. She relies on me, you see..." Barronnell speeded up, unaware of his own arrogance, scared by the expression on the face of the thin-faced man. "...I happened to overhear the Ambassador with the Consort's brother. She told him that Hermes told her that the Empress is in the Eerie Caverns, with only one guard and her Terran Consort to protect her."

Barronnell waited nervously. The man said nothing for a moment; he just stared at Barronnell with his coal-eyes, as if trying to see through him. Then his lined face seemed to light up, and the look of scrutiny lifted. The man stood and leaned across the desk towards the tailor. He said, almost laughing.

"Do you make a habit of listening in on lovers?"

"O, only when they have i, information..." Barronnell stammered. The man did laugh then, and said mockingly.

"And what do you wish in return for all this hard work you have done?"

"I only want the Empress captured, so that the Prince c, can help us, as he promised..."

"Ah, yes. The Empress is missing, but no one outside the Palace knows at all.Not even the Councillors like me." The man sat back, "I hope that this information is correct, little tailor, or our friends will not allow you to continue, er...breathing"

"It is true. I heard it from her lips. She would not lie to him."

"But she may keep more from him that she could say later. I want you to keep an eye on her as we have monitored Hermes." The man shook his head as Barronnell started to protest. "I do not have to tell you keep this to yourself, but if anyone hears of this before we have the Empress in our hands, you will suffer."

"What about the Consort?"

"He is only a Terran. I am sure that we have no need for him, and with Hermes' betrayal exposed and the Empress in our hands, we will be able to eliminate him as soon as possible." He caught Barronnell's expression, "Why, is there a problem?"

"No. No, I hate him. I am g, glad to hear it." Barronnell grinned broadly and the man nodded, waving a hand at him,

"Then leave, tailor, before anyone else sees you here. Unless you have more information I do not wish to hear from you at all. Go away, now."

"Yes, r, right away." Barronnell stumbled to his feet and headed for the door. He banged into a vase on the way out and scrambled out through the door. The man chuckled. Soon, the Empress would be dead!

Scott woke feeling hungry and bruised. A warm body moved beside him. Shiana was huddled tightly into his side, and Scott tenderly brushed her face as it twitched at a bad dream. Beside her the little girl was sleeping even more quietly, and Scott gradually remembered the events of the previous night. His mind was still dulled by a drug that had been given to all of them to help them sleep. His eyes traced the dark cave. They had returned there, bloodied and staggering, shock taking hold of them. There was Lageau, his wound treated, and still asleep after blaming himself terribly for his sister's death. Shiana had been amazing, helping to care for little Fran who had finally gone to sleep sometime into the early hours. She had a steely side behind all the pouting and whining. The people with them in the cave had worked wonders, and Scott was not sure how long they had been sleeping here since then.

The rocks in his back made him shift and Shiana murmured.

"Scott?"

"It's okay, Shiana." Scott said quietly. She huddled in more tightly and he smiled, putting his free arm around her. "We're all okay now."

"I want to go home." She said, not whining or snivelling, but looking him evenly in the eye. "I want to take Fran with us."

"That's a great idea." Scott smiled. They were not the only ones awake. Scott and Shiana fell silent as they heard two others talking in the tired silence of the cave, whispering although their voices carried faintly in the damp air.

"The Empress let this happen."

"Finn would still be with us if she had married the Prince sooner..."

"But she won't, will she"

"Because she's a spoilt little brat..."

"And we'll all be killed or starve. I want to join the rebels..."

"Yes, I heard that they would kill the Empress if they had the chance..."

"I heard that she was going to be married..."

"Not to the Prince..."

"No, just to some pretty boy who she found..."

The voices belonged to a man whom Scott had noticed hanging around with the late Finn, and to an older woman, who were lying at the edge of the little group. Scott sleepily noticed that the group was now only seven, not counting himself and Shiana. Lageau snored from his place near the glowing sphere.

Shiana had heard everything and frowned, puzzled. "Don't they understand?" she whispered to Scott.

Scott winced. He just said, "They miss Finn as well. Like Fran will when she wakes up."

"I never knew...that it was so dangerous..." Shiana rested her head in the crook of his neck, he inhaled the taste of her odd-scented hair, and she hugged Fran to her with one fragile arm while looking thoughtfully at nothing. Scott shut his eyes again, trying to shut out the desire to shake her, to make her see that it was so close. It had taken poor Finn's death to achieve it, but hope surged in him that very soon he could go home. The closest he had been to it so far was in that damn nightmare. While he was thinking of home he drifted slowly back to sleep, hearing Shiana's soft breath inside his ear.

"So this is where you two have been hiding!" Virgil's eyes flickered. That voice was familiar, yet...

"Aaah!" he choked as something wet and slimy hit him in the face, and jumped to get out of bed except that he was still on the swing-seat and ended up sprawled unceremoniously onto the sandy floor. There was a squeal and something heavy, blonde and long-limbed landed on top of him. "Gordon! Come back here right now!"

Scott's mind swam up into reality again and he groaned. Shiana had moved and his right arm was now dead. He shifted, sitting up and gently easing her off his neck, he shook his arm to get the feeling back. As he did, he glanced round and saw that the others were waking up as well, and some were even about to share out what remained of the slugs for breakfast. His stomach lurched and he smiled ruefully. The cave was almost silent except for whispers, and he gently leaned to Shiana and touched her shoulder.

"Honey, you'll miss breakfast..." a sudden jolt of warning ran down his spine. He sat up quickly.

Shiana blinked. "What is it, Scott...?" he was glancing around for what was sending his senses reeling. Something was wrong, he could tell...at the edge of the cave there was a shadow that he didn't like. He caught Lageau's bleary eyes, then jumped to his feet and pulled the Empress after him.

"Run! We have to..." it was too late, he was nearly at one of the cave exits when...

"Stay where you are!" there was a scream. Scott heard Fran cry out beside Shiana and Lageau was there in an instant. Just then people charged into the little cave, bearing pikes. Shiana gasped and Scott tensed, checking all the exits. All of them seemed to be guarded by the intruders. The little group froze as ordered, and an armed woman stepped forwards and surveyed them commandingly. "We are sorry to disturb you, but we must search quickly. The Empress is missing from the palace following an attack from our mighty rebel forces...."

"Oh, no..." Scott looked at Lageau, but the blue-haired man was staring into space with an expression that worried Scott more. There were cheers from the group of civilians.

"The Empress was useless!"

"Good riddance!"

"Quiet!" the woman raised her pike, commanding their attention again. She continued. "We have received word from our intelligence that she is hiding in these very Caverns. She escaped with her Terran consort, just before her evil wedding was completed. Help us find her, and she will be forced to help you or die!"

Shiana whimpered. Scott swallowed hard; his mouth went dry as the whole group turned and looked at him. He thrust Shiana behind him, and to his relief Lageau came to life and also shielded her. The woman stepped towards him.

"You..." she sniffed, then smiled at him like a cat smiles at a mouse, "You are a Terran. Now how did you get here?"

"Guess I fell down a rabbit hole." Scott eyed the pike and her and she peered at Shiana,

"Whatever that is, I doubt it, my friend. Now who is the little runt hiding behind you?" she waited for him to move, and when he stayed there she pointed the blade at him and hissed, "Let me see, now!" Scott waited a few more seconds, and she prodded him in the chest with the blade. He tightened his jaw and edged slightly to one side. "That's better." The woman said. Shiana cowered and the woman cackled, "It's her! It's her!"

"Leave her alone." Scott growled. The woman laughed.

"Come here, Empress! What are you afraid of?" Lageau moved swiftly and was about to attack when a rebel with a pike moved to stab him. Scott yelled angrily.

"Don't move or they'll kill you!" Lageau met Scott's eyes, his face blank. Scott recognised the look; he'd seen it before on men during combat. Mainly on men who were about to...

"Time to leave, Shiana!" Scott gripped her arm. The woman spun, and Lageau gave a desperate yell. He snatched away the pike belonging to the nearest rebel and used it skilfully, wreaking havoc among the attackers. The rebel woman reeled and Scott, Shiana, and Fran, held in Shiana's weakening arms, ran towards the exit. The rebel woman shouted an order, running after them.

"Get after them! Get them now!"

Virgil and Helena chased after Gordon, who laughed until he skidded on a piece of torn sponge floor and fell forwards. Virgil stooped towards him and he shouted in mock fear.

"Okay, okay! I surrender!"

"You're not getting off so lightly, little brother." Virgil grinned, hauling him up by his ear. Gordon looked pleadingly at Helena who was smiling widely, and Virgil looked over at the waterfall.

"Oh, come on!" Gordon struggled and Virgil dragged him over to the running water, "I didn't mean it!" Virgil stumbled and Gordon got free, and Virgil gasped as Gordon tripped him forwards. He landed headfirst in the pool. Coughing and spluttering, Virgil pulled his head out of the water. Gordon and Helena were in stitches, and Virgil glared at them both before finally laughing at himself too.

"Come and have breakfast, Virgil." Helena called. He squeezed out the water from the waistcoat and nodded at her and his brother.

"Be there in a minute."

"See you there, Virg!" looking pleased at goosing his big brother twice in two minutes, Gordon turned to make his way out of the dell and Helena whistled. Virgil started to laugh again. Gordon turned around, then as he squinted back he suddenly realised what they were laughing at.

"Guess you need to see Barronnell about some new pants, bro!" Gordon fled and they laughed until they were light-headed.

Helena took the front of Virgil's coat and purred up at him. "I am hungry, you know."

"You're always hungry, honey." He said. She pushed him into the waterfall and he pulled her after him.

"Stop getting me wet!" she shouted.

Scott charged down the corridor, taking little Fran from Shiana as he ran. He had no idea where to go this time, although he realised that they were heading for the shark cave, as they rounded another bend, and he saw the reflection of the tiny pearls set into the rock. There was no other way. He felt Shiana tugging his arm, slowing him.

"We don't have time for this..." He snapped.

"We can't go back there I can't go back there..." she babbled, he heard Fran sob against his arm and he grit his teeth and pulled Shiana closer with his free hand.

"Look at me, Shiana. Do you think I'm going to let them kill you? You have to come with me; it's the only way. Was there another way out of that pool?"

"S, sharks..."

"Empress." Scott met her eyes, and something in her expression changed. Her face was lined, her hands steadied.

She drew a deep breath and said, more slowly. "I followed a tunnel. A tunnel leading up, to the outside..."

"Then we have to go." He said grimly. Her Atlantic eyes widened.

"But you're a Terran, you'll drown...!"

"Look out!" Three rebels entered and Scott ran to the water. Shiana dived in and he dropped Fran in and followed. He blinked against the salt water, a little relieved to see Fran following Shiana, and he followed them both, swimming powerfully, seeing Shiana head right, under the rocks and down a dark tunnel. He went after her, his arms worked to keep up, and he seemed to swim for an age guided only by the faint flash of her silver robes. His eyes stung, and his heart pounded in his ears. Still they went up, and up, there was no end to it, and Scott dimly acknowledged that however hard he swam now he was not going to reach the end. He refused to believe this, and he fought the water that pressed into him, until finally his lungs gave in. His brain screamed in protest, he felt air escape from his lips. He stopped moving altogether, and the red mist covered his vision. He clenched a fist, once, and then hung there limply in the water. He could see the island paradise, and he was getting nearer to it and the pale beach rushing towards him and the gull a rapid shadow below.

Shiana burst through the pool's surface in the cave above. She grinned at Fran who grinned back. The cave was huge, and half of one side was open to the deep ocean, covered only by the thick membrane material.

Shiana nodded at Fran. "I think that we got away from those people, Fran. Now climb up and get a bubble from the cover, and you and Scott and I can escape." She glanced around as Fran climbed out.

The little girl peered worriedly at the water and said. "Where is Scott, Penny?"

"I, I don't know." Shiana glanced around more urgently; there was no sign of Scott anywhere. She looked down � he wasn't in the pool, he must still be in the tunnel! Shiana dove underneath, back to the tunnel. A dark shape saw her move.

Scott drifted closer still to the beach, and knew that nothing could turn him back. A little voice told him to relax and he did. Part of his mind muttered, "So, this is a near death experience..."

Shiana saw him, halfway down the tunnel. He was still, his blue eyes hardly moving, and the last few bubbles were escaping from his open mouth. Shiana swam quickly to him and did the only thing she could think of. She framed his face with her narrow hands and covered his mouth with her own.

Then a taste rushed down his throat. The sweetness filled his senses, he breathed, and the memory of its meaning made him open his eyes and look into a pair of big Atlantic grey pupils that were both scared and happy. The air reminded him how to move, although his head burned, he felt her hand on his shoulder and wearily kicked his legs in the direction he was shown. All thought concentrated on getting to where there was more air, and a pair of lips over his mouth fed him more, until, finally, there was bright light and a rush of delicious oxygen.

"Scott! You're alive! Scott, you're alive!" Shiana shouted, hugging him and showering him with kisses. He choked on the water that had reached his lungs and managed to smile, unable to talk. She helped him to the side where he finally gathered the strength to haul his body clear. A dark shape swam near, and drew close to Shiana. She made to get out after him and the dark shape grabbed her foot.

Scott heard her squeal but he could barely move. He managed to half-sit even as Shiana splashed furiously, being pulled backwards, and more dark shapes cut through the water towards them. They leaped out and one of them rounded on Scott. The rebels had found them after all. Fran ran to Scott and he got unsteadily to his feet, seeing they were surrounded. He was finding it hard to breathe, and as Scott coughed up more water, the rebel woman strode towards him and swiped him across the back with the blunt end of her weapon. The pilot went down on the floor, still coughing. Shiana cried out in horror.

"Bring her up here." The woman ordered. Shiana was dragged out onto the rock floor of the cave. She glared at them, her grey eyes steely.

"What do you want, scum?" she hissed, refusing to appear scared.

The woman stood over Shiana. "We will take you to our base where you will sign an agreement to marry the Prince. If you refuse to sign it, you will die!"

"I will not be forced to do anything!" Shiana said defiantly. "Especially not by peasants like you!"

The woman frowned. "I think that we will. Maybe we will start changing your mind, firstly by getting rid of this stupid Terran."

The woman peered at Scott; the pilot was regaining his strength and he looked back at her. Breathing hard, he said. "Forget about me, Shiana. Just do what you want."

The woman smiled delightedly. She crouched by the pilot, and put the pike beneath his heart. "I can see why the Empress would prefer you. You certainly aren't bad for a Terran. It's such a shame." She raised it to strike him. Scott lurched upwards, knocking her over. He made a grab for the pike but she kicked him in the face with her hard foot and he fell to one side, kicking her legs from under her. She slipped and he made another desperate grab for the pike handle. He nearly managed it, getting hold of the blunt end and pulling it away from her.

Scott pushed at it to shake her off, and Shiana shouted. "Look out!" Scott let go and just fell clear of another rebel who had been about to stab him. He dropped down and sweep-kicked the man clean over. The man dropped the pike and Scott grabbed for it, but the man kicked it away and went to punch Scott. His blow connected and the pilot slid sideways, then dived under the other man's fists and hit him in the stomach. The man sagged, winded, and another man without a pike charged at Scott. Scott dodged like a bullfighter and kicked the man in the back. Shiana watched, wide-eyed as he made to pick up the pike and she was about to run towards him when a hard hand gripped her neck and she choked.

"Hold it, Consort!" the woman Scott had defeated barked. Raising the weapon, Scott flicked his eyes as Shiana gulped unhappily and the woman tightened the blade against her stomach. "Drop the blade or the Empress gets a very slow death!" Scott stopped dead. Shiana shook her head, tears in her eyes.

"Run, Scott..." she pleaded. Scott saw more rebels appearing out of the water, and looked at the pike in his hands. The woman smirked.

"You can't escape, pretty boy. Resign yourself and you will die more quickly."

"I don't want you to hurt the Empress." Scott replied. He dropped the pike onto the floor of the large cave. His blue eyes tried to reassure Shiana who was struggling to free her throat.

The woman laughed. "The Empress will not be harmed as long as she agrees to our wishes. I'm afraid that you get in the way of them. So, you have to die." She cast the Empress aside, "Kill him, now!" the other rebels closed in around him. Scott wondered briefly if he would have time to use the pike at all before they finished him off.

He was driven to his knees as a terrible scream filled the air. He covered his ears but it didn't seem to do any good, he felt his throbbing brain melt under pressure of the endless whine that filled his mind and he doubled over, aware of the others doing the same. Just as he thought that his eyeballs would pop next, the sound stopped and a vacuum of white noise replaced it. He opened his eyes and dared to look up.

The rebels were all crouched in agony, but they were recovering faster than he was. Shiana stood by the pool, her bedraggled clothes hanging from her thin swaying form and the faint cave light focussed on her alone. She raised her thin arms and made another unearthly scream. Scott pushed back from it wild-eyed, he pressed his fists into his ears in an attempt to deafen himself before she did it for him. Her voice became more musical, like a dolphin's click and a whale's song, and he stared, dazedly, trying to think straight. It was then that the familiar tingling of fear caressed his back.

"What is she doing?" one rebel man, the one Scott had winded, demanded. The rebel woman's face filled with fear. Then the man pointed shakily out at the almost translucent membrane. Scott blinked, following their gaze.

Out there in the dark ocean water, a huge pale eye was watching them.

Scott frowned as Shiana's voice hit a new pitch and the thing moved in a rush of tentacle shadows and he caught a glimpse of a huge beak before the whole cave started to judder, shaken by the strength of the beast outside. Scott covered his head with his arms as rocks started to fall from the ceiling, sending the rebels into panic. Several were hit and one dropped beside Scott with blood pouring from his skull. Scott saw the surviving rebels fleeing into the deep pool, even as Shiana sang a different key and the beast started to ease its attack. The rebel woman charged at the Empress, Scott scrambled over but he was too late. Shiana was knocked hard to the ground and the woman punched her in the face. Scott yanked her off the Empress and slammed her against the wall.

"Are you happy now?" He snarled into her face. The woman used her knee making him crumple, and she stumbled away. The cave started to shake even harder. Scott crawled to the Empress, and checked that she was still breathing. Rocks tumbled around them, he heard the rebel woman scream, she disappeared under a huge rock, which blocked his view of the membrane outside. A hand touched his aching shoulder.

"Fran! You're okay!" he hugged her to him tightly even as the cave continued to shake.

"Is Penny going to be all right?" Fran asked.

He tried a grin, and said to her quickly. "I hope so, Fran. Now, I want you to get into that pool, okay? I'll take Shiana with us." He saw Fran's eyes go worried, but she nodded solemnly. The beast outside was making the cave collapse, and Scott lurched out of the way with Shiana held limply across his shoulder just as more rocks tumbled down onto where he had been bare moments before. Fran ran towards the pool and dived in, and Scott was right behind her when most of the cave roof collapsed and landed right on top of him.

Virgil and Helena had almost finished breakfast with a sulking Troy, and a Phones who was teasing Gordon relentlessly about his little accident earlier that morning. Helena then regaled them with a story about skinny-dipping, which made Virgil's mouth drop open, and left Gordon with plenty of material for when they got home. Virgil was forced to counter with a story about how he and Scott managed to help Gordon avoid getting expelled after a tiny accident in a chemistry lab turned all the students bright green for a month.

"...But he wouldn't let us know just how much of him wasn't affected!"

Helena giggled and Virgil waited for Gordon's retort. Instead, Troy said.

"Ambassador, if you're not too busy I'd like to know when we can leave this place."

"Heh, er, I don't know, Captain..." Helena grinned, almost unaware that she was looking at Virgil instead. Troy said.

"Well you should! Stingray is important for Marine defence and I think that we should leave here soon and head back to Marineville."

"Don't you have another Stingray by now?" Gordon asked in surprise.

Troy shifted awkwardly, catching Phones' eye. "Er, we do. Of course we do. But Titan's a tricky guy and we're the best crew at dealing with him."

"Titan?" Virgil asked, intrigued. "What, that evil undersea ruler guy?"

"How do you know about that?" Troy demanded.

"Guilty." Helena admitted. Troy gave an exasperated sigh and flopped back in his chair.

Virgil grinned. "Well, so much for security."

"So when can we leave, Ambassador?" Troy said.

Helena's face tightened. "I'm sorry, I really can't say. Soon." She answered. She looked unhappy and Troy shook his head.

"I knew it! You are useless!" Virgil went to rise but Helena was faster,

"Stop being sore just because I wouldn't go out with you on that first night!" she snapped. Virgil froze halfway up and Gordon groaned. Marina got up from the table and swept gracefully out of the dining room. Gordon nodded to Phones and the two of them stood up as Virgil rounded on Troy.

"That's what this has all been about?" the pilot exclaimed.

Then Gordon's watch went off.

Scott groaned. The rocks had broken something in his left hand, and his whole right arm was trapped under his aching chest. His whole body hurt but somehow, impossibly, he was still alive. He tried to shift, as his eyes accustomed to the faint light given by a few remaining sea creatures. As he did he found that he was stuck fast under a piece of rock, which didn't seem to have broken his legs. Not yet, anyway. A faint groan came from his right and he reached out to Shiana, making out her pale face and her eyes that almost gleamed in the dull light. She was twisted awkwardly but also seemed to be in one piece.

"Answer me, Shiana. Tell me, can you move?" Scott asked.

She looked at him uncertainly. "My, my arm hurts..."

"Can you move?" he repeated.

"N, no, and my leg hurts too, Scott..." she sounded ready to cry.

Scott spoke quickly. "If it hurts then you haven't injured your back. That's something. What can you see from there?"

"There's water. Scott, what happened?"

"You called something to get rid of those rebels. Guess it worked." He cursed as he tried to free his legs and felt the weight of rock starting to increase, "I don't know if it's still there..."

"Shiggeru came to save me." Shiana said, sounding far away. Scott winced.

"Oh, that was Shiggeru. Figures. Ow..." he forced his right hand up in the cramped space to see if the watch was undamaged. Shiana murmured weakly.

"Scott, I, I can't control him...He's going to keep attacking...I can't concentrate, Scott..." Shiana's eyes closed and she fainted back into unconsciousness.

"Shiana! Dammnit!" He peered around the cave. They were both trapped under the section of the ceiling that must have fallen just before he passed out. The pool gleamed faintly beside Shiana's body, the part he could see anyway. The gap of water looked big enough for Shiana to escape into. He remembered that Fran had escaped that way, and hoped that she was all right.

As he lifted his arm and spoke into the watch, he heard a faint rumbling from outside the part where they were trapped. He was relieved that the whole cave didn't seem to have collapsed yet, but he wasn't too sure how long that would last.

"Virgil! It's Scott!" Gordon shouted excitedly. Virgil gave Troy a warning look and moved beside Gordon.

"Scott?" he could see his brother in the tiny screen looking pale and covered in sweat. It was very dark wherever he was.

"Virgil, Gordon! Listen to me; we're in deep trouble here. There's been an accident. You've got to try and find where we've been trapped."

"Are you all right, Scott?" Virgil asked.

"Just get your butt over here, Virg. I'm stuck under some rock and Shiana's in a bad way. I think you can reach us if you can find an underwater tunnel, or a membrane-covered cave entrance. But there isn't much time."

"We're gonna need Stingray." Virgil said.

"There's more. We were being attacked when the Empress called up a big old sea-monster. That's pretty much what brought the house down. And I think it's still out there. You'd better be careful. Now can you track the signal okay?"

"Gordon, get John on the radio." Virgil said. Gordon gave the watch to Virgil and headed to the WASP quarters with Phones in tow. Helena leaned forwards on the table where she was sitting, her eyes watching Virgil curiously.

Troy spoke to her. "Listen, I didn't mean what I said, okay?"

"I think you should just say nothing from now on, Captain. Virgil's going to need help to rescue Scott. Maybe you could start proving your other reputation now."

"We have to see Hermes and get back to Stingray." Virgil said suddenly. The other two looked up and Troy got to his feet.

"What are we waiting for?" he exclaimed.

Scott filled them in on the rest of his predicament. The rock kept shaking, and he could imagine the creature outside clinging tightly to the outside of their shelter, its long tentacles drumming on the rocky exterior.

"We'll be on our way as soon as we can get to Stingray. Then we should be able to find that tunnel you were talking about." Virgil said.

"I sure hope so, Virg. That brute's huge, and until the Empress comes around I don't think it's gonna move away."

"How is she?" Virgil asked.

"I don't know, Virg. I can't get to her! Hey, maybe you should get Thunderbird Four down here as well..."

"Dad knows by now, so he'll get Alan to fly her over. Just sit tight, and sing out if there are any changes."

"Don't worry about that!" Scott tried to grin. Virgil turned away, nodded to someone off-screen, and said.

"I've gotta go, Scott. We're trying to reach Hermes so that we can get our diving suits back and reach Stingray. You need to conserve battery power on that thing, anyway."

"Guess so. "

"F-A-B." Virgil switched off, and Scott clenched his teeth, trying to free himself and get closer to the unconscious Shiana.

Hermes burst into the room looking furious. He rounded on Virgil, gripping the pilot's shoulders, and demanded.

"What do I hear? Shiggeru unleashed and the Empress is about to die?"

"The Empress called this thing. They were being attacked by rebels who were about to kill Scott." Virgil freed himself from the other man's grasp and folded his arms.

"And he has condemned her to death!" Hermes blustered.

"Oh, rot." Helena took charge, stepping between Virgil and Hermes. She said, "The Empress was hurt and the creature continued its attack, driving away the rebels, but it is still trying to break into the cave. The Empress will be crushed, and so will Scott, unless we can get Stingray there in time and get them out." Helena paused and Hermes put a hand to his head, looking older than they remembered and worried beyond belief. Helena nearly caught herself feeling sorry for him.

Hermes looked up, his face hardening. "So, you believe only you can save us..."

"There's no time for this, Hermes. Now are you going to accept our help or not? Do you want the Empress to die?" Helena had struck a nerve.

Hermes glared. "First show me how you know all this!"

Virgil showed him the watch with Scott's picture on it, and Hermes examined it and frowned until he was satisfied that Scott had told him everything. He handed it back to Virgil.

"Of course I don't want her dead! If she hadn't been trying to save that stupid brother of yours...!"

"Then let us go and get them out." Helena said, hastily.

Hermes paused again, then nodded, finally. "I had Barronnell look after your diving suits. I'll have them brought here at once, then you will be taken to Stingray."

"Thank you." Helena said. Hermes left the room without answering. Helena put a hand on Virgil's shoulder, and Virgil lifted the watch.

"We're on our way, Scott."

Scott waited in the cramped space, hating that there was nothing at all that he could do. It was touch and go that there was even a way into the cave, let alone a way out again. His legs were jammed fast under the rock and he still wondered how he had avoided death that way. The coolness of the air raised goose bumps on his arm. He heard the water rushing around outside. The water bubbled beside Shiana, and he tensed. Then a small face peeped up out of the water. He grinned.

"Fran!" she rushed out and hugged him, and he said, "I thought I told you to get away through the tunnel."

"It was blocked, Scott. And, Shiggeru's outside and he'll kill us!" She said tearfully. Scott tried not to groan out loud. He called Virgil to let him know.

Virgil, Gordon and the two WASPs climbed quickly back into their diving suits and hurried to the nearest point from where they could reach Stingray. Virgil walked quickly with Helena beside him and Hermes leading the way. When they reached the area, they prepared to leave for Stingray. Marina and Hermes went through and the others prepared their masks and breathing gear. Troy went through, and then Phones.

"Come on, Virgil!" Gordon said, diving through the membrane.

Hermes looked at the pilot from outside the membrane, and in the exit room Helena reached up and kissed him. "Good luck, love..." she whispered.

Virgil embraced her and kissed her back before turning and putting his mask on, diving out through as well. He quickly joined the others and Helena watched them all disappear into the darkness. She turned away, and saw Barronnell leaving the room. She frowned.

Scott had tried to make Fran go back into the water but the little girl was unwilling to leave them, and she pointed out that she couldn't get out, anyway. Scott had not heard Shiggeru make any more noise in the last hour or so, and he had drifted slowly into a doze that was punctuated only by the soft breathing of the two girls, and the lapping water. He was woken by the sound of rumbling, and then his watch buzzed.

He moved his arm stiffly and said. "What's up?"

"Nearly there, Scott. Hermes is with us, too. We've traced your signal to..." Virgil's voice trailed.

Scott frowned. "What is it?"

"It's..." Virgil couldn't finish. Scott went cold. Virgil never cut off like that, ever, and he had to wait another minute for his brother to reply. Virgil finally said, "There's some sort of squid right on top of where you're trapped."

"I told you..."

"It's huge, Scott! I mean big! Empire State, Thunderbird Three huge!" the panic in Virgil's voice was quickly controlled, but Scott was frozen by it.

Scott asked, tightly. "Can you see the membrane entrance?"

"Not sure yet." Virgil spoke off-camera to someone, and then he said, "We'll have to bring Stingray in closer. We're coming up with a plan. How are you trapped?"

"I'm stuck under a rock. Just my legs, I don't think they're broken, but I don't like the sound of that rumbling."

"Must be the beast. It's started moving again." Virgil talked to some one else again, and then he said, "We're going to try something. Stand by."

"F-A-B."

Helena waited in the exit room until Hermes returned from taking them to Stingray. Hermes looked worried, and she felt grimly satisfied. See how you like it, she thought.

"Where is that radio?" he demanded.

"Back in our quarters. We should go there and use it." Helena said. They walked back to the room, and as they did, Helena commented, "I noticed our tailor taking an interest in our plans, and following us there. Is that normal?"

"Barronnell?" Hermes looked at her as if she were crazy, "Of course he shouldn't have been there."

"Oh." She said innocently. They rounded a curving corner, a thick black eel passed above them. She glanced behind her, and was sure that she saw someone duck back around the bend. Hermes stopped. He followed her gaze.

"What are you implying, Ambassador?"

"That he might be more interested than he ought to be."

"Really." Hermes frowned. They both stepped closer. Helena dived forwards and yanked forwards a small struggling man, whom she lifted easily and shoved before Hermes.

The older man gripped him by the collar. "And what are you doing here, my little friend?"

"Who are you talking to, Scott?" Shiana murmured softly.

"My brother, honey. He's going to get us out of here."

"But how...you had a radio..." Shiana closed her eyes again even as the cave shook. Scott shouted in alarm.

"Hey!"

"It's working. The thing's noticed us." Virgil cried.

Scott grinned. "Good!"

"I'm handing the watch over to Gordon. He can't swim for long enough because of his back, so I'm gonna go with Troy and we're gonna find a way to get you out. Stand by."

"F-A-B."

"I still don't like this. I should be on board when Stingray attacks that thing." Troy said as he and Virgil and strapped on the fresh air tanks inside Stingray.

"Don't worry, Skipper." Phones said.

"Yeah, Troy, between us we'll handle Stingray..." Gordon grinned at Phones. Troy looked puzzled. Virgil finished fixing the tanks and checked them over, he said.

"Now remember, Gordon, we can't do anything unless you distract Shiggeru. We'll get in there and get Scott out. Be ready to pick us up." Marina walked to Troy, clearly ready to join them.

"No, Marina, you have to stay here. It's too dangerous." Troy said. She looked annoyed but Gordon said.

"We'll need you here, Marina." She looked silently at the aquanaut, and then she shook her head insistently.

"Troy's right, Marina." Virgil said. She shook her head again. "I'm sorry but we don't have time to argue." Virgil said bluntly, and Troy said.

"Er, yeah. You'll be safer here." They both headed for the airlock, with Marina staring sadly after them.

Troy and Virgil swam out of the airlock, and Virgil switched on his radio.

"Can you hear us, Phones?" He asked.

"Loud and clear, Cap'n."

"Hey, I'm the Captain around here." Troy said in an aggravated voice. Virgil was in no mood for Tempest's griping.

"Leave it, Tempest. Can you hear us, Gordon? How's Scott?"

"We can find his signal okay, Virgil. According to John, he's stuck about sixty feet away from you, inside the cave system. But Scott's just told me that the water's flooding in now. He thinks there may be a breach in the membrane itself."

"Then we need to locate that membrane fast." Virgil said, "You drive the beast away and we'll swim round and find it."

"Yeah, fire sting missiles!" Troy said.

Gordon paused, then he said, "We're going to try an attack. Get undercover."

"F-A-B." Troy and Virgil swam quickly to some cover and the super-sub whisked past in a flurry of bubbles.

"I hope that little brother of yours knows what he's doing, Tracy." Troy said darkly.

Virgil peered over the side of the rock wall. He didn't answer, his eyes transfixed by the huge, squid-like creature. It was moving uneasily as Stingray drew closer like an underwater plane buzzing a monster. There was a flash and two missiles detonated next to it. The creature whipped out with its tentacles, heading straight for Stingray. Virgil shouted out, and Tempest too, but the submarine deftly out-ran the deadly suckers and skimmed out of reach. The beast had turned to watch it closely with its one enormous eye, which was easily the size of Thunderbird Four. Stingray swerved around again and brought Stingray in to fire another salvo of missiles. They didn't appear to harm the beast at all, but at this second affront the squid detached from the rock it had clasped to, and in a rapid puff it had nearly reached Stingray. The sub sped clear just in time.

"Now, Troy!" Virgil cried. They swam quickly and in a few minutes they were next to the section where Scott was trapped. Virgil spoke into the mike, "Gordon? Where is he now?"

"Hold it, Virg, just gotta shake off this baby!" the squid had gone after Stingray and they could barely see it. A few minutes later, Gordon spoke again.

"I think that we've got it clear, we're going to hide for a second. John says that Scott should be immediately next to you, thirty degrees across from your current position.

"So the cave entrance must be pretty close, huh?" Troy said.

Virgil agreed, "Must be around here somewhere. Keep your eyes peeled."

"Don't sweat it, Tracy." Troy's laconic tones answered. They swam along the rock wall, searching. They were just getting worried, when Troy gave a shout. "There it is!" along the where the beast had been there was a gap covered by a strip of the translucent, rubbery shield.

"Give me another check on Scott's position, Gordon."

"Check. He's twenty feet away."

"It's gotta be that cave. Thanks, Gordon. Tell Scott we're close by."

"F-A-B."

"Ready, Tracy?" Tempest swam closer and Virgil followed. They drew up to the surface of the membrane, which was about the span of three men across. The very edge of it, where it was fixed to the rock wall, was flapping a little in the current.

"Scott was right. It looks damaged." Virgil murmured. He glanced at Tempest, "But should we risk pushing through it?"

"Well, there isn't any other way..." Tempest said. Virgil pushed experimentally against the jelly-like covering. It gave way, and the tear at the side seemed to be holding. Virgil met Tempest's eye, and they were decided.

"Now or never." Virgil muttered. He and Troy carefully pushed through it one at a time, and emerged on the other side into a dark, rock-filled cave. Water was sloshing onto the floor.

"Scott?" Virgil took off the mask and shouted. His voice echoed dully. As he shuffled forwards, the end of his flipper nudged a figure on the floor. A woman looked up at him. She was trapped under a large rock, and grabbed his leg.

"Help me." She pleaded. Virgil stooped and looked up at Troy. They both worked to lift the rock from her body, then they released her, and as the woman leaned on Virgil's shoulder he could tell that she was hurt.

"She needs help." Virgil said, "But we have to find Scott too and get out of here. We need to know exactly where he is."

"Virgil!" Gordon shouted excitedly over the mike in Virgil's air mask, "Scott says that he can hear you! And John says that he's really close, too!"

"Take care of her. I'm going to find him." Virgil said gruffly. He passed the woman to Troy and stomped over to the pool. Across half of it was a slightly curved piece of rock, about six metres square. He splashed around to the pool itself.

"Scott!" he shouted again. "Scott can you hear me! Answer me!" he frowned, thinking he heard a voice, and something flickered rapidly in the water. He saw it move towards him, and then it leaped out. It was a little girl, very bedraggled, with huge eyes and a cut lip.

She said in a surprisingly calm voice. "You're looking for Scott?"

"That's right. Who are you?"

"Scott's under there, and so is, is Penny..." The little girl chewed her bloodied lip and frowned thoughtfully.

Virgil didn't notice, and said to her eagerly. "Show me where."

Troy tended to the woman who wasn't as badly hurt as she first appeared. She asked him. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, we're here to rescue a man who got himself stuck down here, and your Empress. How do you feel now?" Troy grinned. The woman was attractive in a stern sort of way, he thought.

The woman smiled with interest. "I feel much better now, thank you. Where is he now?"

"His brother's gone to rescue him from under that rock."

"You mean he is still alive?" she asked, looking surprised. Troy nodded.

"That's right. We should have him out in a couple of..."

"And the Empress? She is alive as well?"

"I, I think so. Hey, why were you here, anyway...ow!" the woman shoved Troy backwards and limped quickly to the membrane, leaping out through it. Troy groaned. He spoke into his mike, "Tracy, better hurry it up. That woman was a rebel and she's just escaped!"

Virgil swam into the pool following Fran. The water was cloudy with dust from the fallen rocks, but he managed to see her well enough and they emerged within a couple of minutes in a small gap in part of the pool's surface that had been covered by a large slab of rock. Water was rising all around him; he shone a light-bar into the cramped space.

"Scott!" Virgil splashed forwards quickly and Scott grinned blearily at him.

He looked bruised, and one of his eyes was bloodshot. "Hey, Virg..." he grunted. "She's hurt..." Virgil then noticed Shi