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Chapter List
- 1-The Prisoners
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Rating: NC-17 for three naked bodies in bed. So there.
Fandom: Harry Potter/Farscape
"Pairing:" Crais/Aeryn/Snape
Feedback: exfilia@yahoo.com
Distribution: how much do I owe you for hauling it off?
Spoilers: well, if you don't read between JKR's lines in the first three books, this Snape may be a spoiler for GoF. Other than that, nada.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, but I couldn't resist speculating about what they'd make of one another.

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The Prisoners
by Exfilia

"Headmaster?"

"Back already, Severus?"

"We have a bit of a problem."

"You've been compromised?"

"Not in the way you think. Voldemort... he somehow became aware of a... presence."

"Go on."

"There were things in the sky... beyond the sky."

"Severus, you are not a medieval schoolboy. Voldemort may know nothing of muggle technology, but you are not Voldemort. Tell me what you are talking about."

"There were spaceships in orbit, large ones chasing a smaller one. They were alive."

"Animated, you mean?"

"No, headmaster. Living beings that carried people inside them, like parasites. The big ones dragged the little one away, but not before its passengers escaped. Voldemort captured them."

"And where are they now?"

"Well, as it's summer, and there's no one... he gave them to me, Headmaster. They're in my rooms."

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They first checked the room for escape routes, of course, but they found none. Then they started looking for weapons. Aeryn Sun was considering the curtain cord's potential as a garotte when she heard Crais laugh. She turned and saw him bending over the desk.

"These parchments have pictures," he said. "that move."

Aeryn took one and studied it. The scroll was thin and flexible and had no obvious controls. Its text resembled a child's chemistry essay, but there was a line drawing, also in ink, that changed to demonstrate the procedures as Aeryn read. If she skipped back, the image did, too. It was a fascinating technology. It probably tracked the movement of her eyes, but she couldn't see the receptor, even when she held the parchment up to the light.

The door opened. Aeryn dropped the scroll as their captor came in, but he only smiled.

"If you really want to read Ginny Weasley's second year essays, my dear, I'll be glad to furnish you with the lot of them. Just don't complain to the European Commission on Human Rights that I forced them on you as a form of torture."

"Where are we," asked Crais, "and why are you keeping us in this... this dungeon?"

"This is where I live," the man said.

"And just who are you, to be keeping two Peacekeepers against their will?"

"What," asked the man, “is a Peacekeeper?"

"Release us," Crais demanded, "or you will most assuredly find out! Who do you think you are?"

Aeryn replaced the Weasley essay on a neat stack of similar parchments. There were six other such stacks, neatly aligned on the desk. Two of them were annotated in red.

"He's a schoolteacher," Aeryn said. "Aren't you?"

"Very good," he said. "Among other thing am am a teacher. Now tell me, where did you come from, and why was the creature that brought you here forced to leave?"

"He got away?" said Crais. "He didn't crash?"

"He was taken away by others of his kind. I can't say that he was healthy, but he was struggling vigorously."

"Good," said Crais. "Oh, good." Aeryn spun to face him.

"Good?" she said. "What's good about it? Talyn's been captured by Peacekeepers!"

"At least he's alive!"

"These Peacekeepers," said the man, "they are creatures like Talyn?"

"No," said Aeryn. "They're like us. The leviathans you saw have control collars--they're slaves to the Peacekeepers, and they've captured Talyn."

"He's only a child," said Crais.

"How old?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"How old is this child-leviathan? I work with young people, as you've said, and some of them can be quite resourceful. How much can Talyn do to help himself?"

"I don't know," said Aeryn. "I haven't known many children, but he's quite dependent."

"Four or five," said Crais. "in Sebacean terms. If we don't get him away from them soon...."

"We're Sebaceans," said Aeryn to their puzzled captor.

"I thought you were Peacekeepers."

"That's our job," she told him. "Well, it was our job. Sebacean is our species."

"Indeed. And how did you come to be here? What interest have you in our world?"

Aeryn and Crais exchanged glances. In their concern for Talyn, they had forgotton that they were this man's prisoners, and that he was likely to be suspicious of their motives. Crais spoke first.

"It was merely a convenient hiding place," he said.

"Indeed. Well, I expect we can talk more about that later. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. Have you eaten?"

Crais stared at the man, and Aeryn knew her own face must be just as blank. The fellow clapped his hands, and the desk was covered with a white cloth topped with dishes full of enticing delicacies.

"Eat," said their captor. "Rest. I shall return this evening, and we'll finish our conversation."

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"Voldemort will be expecting a report."

"Then give him one," said Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid to, Headmaster. If ever he realizes the significance of the living ships, he'll...."

"What, Severus?"

"He'll escape this benighted world and spread his evil to the limits of the universe. There will be no place untouched by the Dark Lord."

"And do you think there's such a place, now? Do you think only this world of ours could give birth to such evil?"

"Perhaps not."

"Perhaps," said Dumbledore, "you should tell Voldemort that there is something out there to fear, something that craves a diet of creatures such as him."

"You think he'd believe that?"

"If your captives claimed to be fleeing it? Yes, I think he would. It is the nature of his mind."

"I'm not sure they'll lie for us, Headmaster. I'm not even certain that they're telling me the whole truth. These are not trusting people. They're surprised enough at the spell that lets me understand their language, and...."

"And?"

"And Lord Voldemort instructed me to interrogate them."

"Then do so."

"Torture them, Headmaster?"

"Or you could tell him that I discovered their presence and you had to turn them over to me."

"Voldemort's suspicious enough."

"Then you'd better think of something, hadn't you?"

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Crais had argued with Aeryn all afternoon, but finally he'd relented, or perhaps seen that opposing her decision could only make the situation worse. Crais only glowered when their captor returned, and Aeryn smiled at him. Crais busied himself tidying the desk when she whispered in the other man's ear, and took no notice when she led him toward the bedroom. It was her companion who stopped and looked at Crais until he took notice.

"What," spat Crais, "do you want me, too?"

"Are you offering?"

Crais jumped, and swallowed, but he didn't back down.

The other one didn't back down, either.

"Come if you like," he said, and took Aeryn's hand and led her into his bedroom.

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Yes! It was the one thing Voldemort would believe: that Snape had so ingratiated himself with his captives that they considered him a lover rather than a jailer, and was in their confidence. Besides, the woman was magnificent, and if the man was shaped like a barrel, well, at least it was bound with solid muscle. Dumbledore wouldn't approve, of course, but lying back against his pillows with two sets of talented lips playing across his skin, Snape could really care less what Dumbledore thought. He closed his eyes with a sigh, and let them get on with their work.

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This was actually not all that bad. The human's skin was a bit salty for Crais's taste, and he had far more body hair than a sentient humanoid should have, but his responses were touching, to say the least: a string of sighs in response to every touch, and gradual relaxation that might eventually slip into trust.

It was trust, of course, that they wanted. Just a tiny bit of trust, and they'd be out the door. The prospect of escape made the touch of another man almost welcome.

And then, of course, there was Aeryn, Aeryn whose eyes brightened the darkest corners of Crais's soul, Aeryn tall and slim like a wax taper, Aeryn lying naked, so close to Crais that he could feel the warmth of her flesh, taste the scent of her hair.

Her scent mixed with another man's. Her lips pressed against his skin. The only time she'd ever lain beside Crais, and there was another man between them. The one time his lips had touched Aeryn's they were fighting for a bit of a third body.

Crais could not win.

And then Aeryn's eyes met his across the other man's body, and she smiled at him, and Crais would have slept with Scorpius and all his relatives on both sides of his family to see that smile again.

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The door crashed open, and Snape dived for his wand without coming fully awake, only to find himself tangled in arms and legs and bedclothes. When he got free, there was a tall... man, he supposed, with things like bald cat's tails hanging off his head and a very large weapon shoved in Snape's face. Also there was a small gray woman--not just gray haired, but gray all over--who locked the door behind her and cocked a brow at Snape until the other woman hit her.

"He's not dangerous," she said.

Bloody bollocks! Snape absolutely was dangerous! If he had his clothes on and his wand, he'd give the silly chit 'not danger' ' They were dressed in seconds, and out of the room before Dumbledore and McGonagall broke down the door and found Snape, buck naked and covered in the dried residue of bodily fluids, sitting in the middle of his bedroom floor with no prisoners at all.

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"What did you tell Voldemort?" asked McGonagall.

"The truth, or part of it. I said Hogwarts was invaded by aliens who rescued their compatriots. I'm afraid I made Professor Dumbledore look rather bad."

"It could have been worse," she said. "Still, I'd have given a good deal to have seen that ship of theirs."

"No!" said Snape, far more harshly than he'd meant to. "It's not for us," he said. It was not, he fervently hoped, the lot of any animagus to see the alien ships and feel their structure. "I mean to say, it would have been terribly dangerous. For you. Dangerous for you."

"I didn't know you cared," she said.

"I care," said Snape, "Someone has to."

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