[Crichton takes a startled step back when Scorpius turns to face him, but he has no time to defend against the sharp tipped threat he never knew existed. Scorpius finds his mark in Crichton's neck.

The burning prick of the needle gives way quickly to the cold feeling of that unknown drug flowing into him. Crichton's hand flies up to the wound as he feels the metal slide back out of his neck, its mission completed. With his hand still pressed to the side of his neck, Crichton stares, dumbfounded, at Scorpius until seconds later shock gives way to fear and anger.]

What was in that?! What the hell did you just do?! GODDAMMIT SCORPIUS!