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Posted: 14 Apr 2004 14:28:31 -0700  
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From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) 
 

Title: Double Entendre 
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG 
Repost: 1/10
Rating: NC-17 
Codes: P/Vash, W/T, D/f
Synopsis: During the Enterprise E's final fittings, Vash comes onboard
as the ship's Chief Archaeologist. The evil Alternate Picard from the
mirror universe appears to steal the new ship's schematics when he
spots Vash and decides to take her with him. Can Picard stop his
counterpart, saving his ship and the woman he loves?

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fun playing with them.
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Double Entendre

	Very early one morning, Jean-Luc Picard sat at the desk in his
quarters looking through his family album.  It was hard to believe
that a whole year had passed since the death of his brother, Robert,
and his nephew, Renee; it had been a very hard blow when he received
the news of the fire that killed his family.  Even though he spent
much of his life in space, he had always felt a strong bond with his
family on Earth and knowing that his brother was happy carrying on the
Picard family name, with all of its traditions, had always filled him
with a sense of fulfillment.  That feeling was gone, had been gone for
a year now, and that hole was still there.  He looked out the window
at the sun cresting over Mars; everything looked different here in
space.  He recalled the sunrises over his family's vineyards in
France.  Those sunrises from Earth somehow seemed, in his mind's eye,
warmer and brighter than the one he was watching now.  He looked back
down at the album, Counselor Troi had warned him that the anniversary
of their deaths might be somewhat upsetting.  He had been raised with
a strong sense of family pride, and the idea that he was going to be
the last of the Picard line bothered him even now, a full year later.

	He sat back in his chair and smiled slightly, remembering the long
talk he had last night with Guinan.  He had told her how much he
regretted that he had never married and she had just cocked her head
inquisitively, reached over and took his wrist, feeling for his pulse.
 She told him that it seemed to her like he still had some time. 
Starships tend to be very jealous mistresses, he had told her, it
takes a very special type of woman to be a starship captain's wife. 
She becomes an extension of her husband's command, she must be
strong-willed and independent, but controlled enough to handle the
demands that the position entails.  Guinan simply smiled, and remarked
that chances were that the women he was attracted to already had the
necessary qualities.  Guinan had told him that the right person would
come along, one day he would look up and she would just be there,
maybe sooner than he thought.  He hated it when Guinan dropped little
bombs like that on him, it always made him feel as if she knew
something more than she was saying.  Reluctantly, he closed the family
album and got ready to go on duty.

........................................................

	"Captain Picard, are you all ready for the festivities tonight?" came
Vice Admiral Alynna Nechayev's hail.

	Jean-Luc Picard was sitting at his desk in his ready room on the
brand new Enterprise.  They were still in dry dock at the Utopia
Planitia shipyards working on the completion of the Enterprise E.   
"My staff assures me that everything is in place, Admiral."

	"Glad to hear it, Jean-Luc.  This certainly has been a long time
coming," Admiral Nechayev responded.

	Picard leaned forward slightly in his chair, "by the way Admiral, I
understand that Archaeology Councilmember Vash is currently teaching
at the Academy.  As you are aware, she is the foremost expert on the
Gamma quadrant.  Her expertise would be quite a valuable commodity to
whomever had her.  Intelligence reports suggest that the Cardassians
as well as the Romulans have taken an interest in her.  What has been
done to provide for her security, if I may inquire?"

	Nechayev smiled slightly.  "I understand that Councilmember Vash is a
personal friend of yours, Jean-Luc.  The matter has been dealt with. 
I look forward to a personal tour of your new ship, at your
convenience of course."

	"Of course, Admiral.  It would be my pleasure."  Picard terminated
the communication and sat back in his chair.  His new ship.  It seemed
like an eternity since the Enterprise D had been destroyed on Veridian
III.  In actuality, it had only been a year since they had finished
salvaging what they could from her and headed back to Earth to await
the completion of the USS Enterprise NCC-17O1-E.  Or the "Big E" as
she had been affectionately nicknamed by Riker.  She was even larger
than her predecessor with a lot more fire power, including the new
quantum torpedoes.  She was the largest, fastest, and most
maneuverable ship that Starfleet had ever built.  The flagship of the
fleet in every sense of the word.   Tonight's festivities were the
welcoming reception for the civilian scientists who would head up the
many science departments onboard the ship.

	The door chime rang.

	"Come," Picard responded absently.

	Commander William T. Riker entered the captain's ready room.
"Everything is in place, sir.  Will you be returning to your quarters
to change soon?"

	"On my way now, Number One."

	Picard made one final adjustment to his dress uniform and assessed
his reflection in the mirror.  He dimmed the lights in his quarters
and left for the reception.  Just after he exited there was a
brilliant flash of light from within his quarters. In the darkness
stood a lone figure.  He took a careful look around the quarters,
noting the family album on the table beside the small sofa.  He
stopped to examine his reflection in the mirror.  Staring back at him
was the image of Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Imperial Starship
Enterprise.

	"Quite luxurious quarters, captain.  I really must remember this
decor when I get back to my own universe.  But first I must find the
schematics for this lovely ship of yours to take back with me."
The Alternate Picard settled himself in front of the computer console.
 "Computer, access personal logs from stardate 68951.3 to present. 
Now, let's see what the good captain has been up to."

	Picard entered Ten Forward and surveyed the scene.  Starfleet dress
uniforms were everywhere, interspersed liberally with civilians in
formal dress; everyone appeared to be having a good time.  Guinan
appeared beside him with a glass of Aldebaran whiskey from his private
stock.

	"Hello Jean-Luc, have a drink. This might take the edge off things."

	"Thank you, Guinan.  Have you finished settling in yet?"

	"Just about.  It's still not quite home yet.  Riker was looking for
you earlier, he's over by the window."

	"Thank you Guinan."  With that Picard took his drink and made his way
through the crowd stopping occasionally to chat with old friends and
acquaintances.

	Picard spotted Riker standing with Commander Data and Lt. Commander
Geordi LaForge and made his way over.

	"Excellent party, Number One."

	"Thank you sir, are you having a good time?"  inquired Riker.

	Before Picard could respond, Riker's blue eyes took on an all too
familiar gleam and he let out a low wolf whistle.

	"That gives a whole new meaning to the term red alert, huh
Commander?" grinned Geordi.

	With that comment, Picard turned to see what his officers were
talking about and saw . . . her.  She was wearing a formfitting red
evening gown brilliantly sequined so that she appeared to sparkle in
the light.  The strapless bodice revealed décolletage' that was
dangerously low. The full-length gown skimmed her body and fell to the
floor.  There was a slit on each side of the skirt that ended at her
hips.  With each step and turn, a long, supple length of leg was
revealed.

	"Vash?!" muttered Picard under his breath.  Then to his officers he
said, "if you will excuse me gentlemen." With that, Picard excused
himself to make his way over to where she was standing.

	Data just stared across the room at Vash.  He remembered her from her
visit on the Enterprise D a few years back.  He just did not recall
her being quite so beautiful.  She carried herself with elegant
confidence, like a queen walking into her own court.  He watched as
she smiled serenely at the captain's approach, her sparkling eyes and
radiant smile lighting the entire room.  He felt something gently
nudge his shoulder from behind and turned to look at Geordi.  Data's
auditory memory told him that Geordi had called his name three times.

	"Data!"  Geordi called for the fourth time.  Then, concerned, he
added "are you all right?"

	"I am fine, Geordi," Data responded, sounding more than a little
distracted.  "Geordi, has the appearance of Councilmember Vash been
altered since her last visit?  I do not recall her appearance as quite
that attractive as the last time she was on the Enterprise."

	"I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later."  Riker clapped Data
on the back as he exchanged an amused grin with LaForge.  Data's
emotion chip had provided for some new and interesting diversions.

	"Yeah, Data, she was," Geordi smiled at Data as he answered.  "You
just weren't hardwired yet to notice."

	The captain had made his way over to Vash.  Out of nowhere, or at
least it seemed that way to Picard, next to Vash appeared Admiral
Nechayev. There was a certain mischievous gleam in the Admiral's eyes
as she spoke.  "Jean-Luc, I'd like to present the new head of the
Enterprise's Archaeology Department.  I believe you are already
acquainted with  Archaeology Councilmember Vash."

	"Hello, Jean-Luc."

	The coy smile on Vash's face was that of a woman who was beautiful,
and damned well knew it.  She was a few inches shorter than himself, a
brunette with a tiny, delicate frame and perfect curves.  Her blue
eyes sparkled as she offered her hand to him.

	"Welcome aboard," Picard managed his most diplomatic smile as he took
her hand in greeting.  'Oh yes, some joker at HQ was going to pay
dearly for this.'  His thoughts of retribution were interrupted by the
Admiral.

	"If you two will excuse me,  I need to check in with one of my
aides," and with that the Admiral made a graceful exit.

	"It's been a long time," Vash smiled as her eyes swept over the
captain.  Picard had a sleek, tight, muscular build and, in full dress
uniform, he looked quite dashing.  He was bald, except for the closely
trimmed, gray hair at his temples, which accented his handsome,
chiseled features and his steel gray eyes.  She loved his voice, that
unbelievably sexy, deep, resonating voice.  She had heard one female
instructor at Starfleet Academy describe Picard as pure, masculine
virility.  Vash thought that about summed it up.

	Picard took Vash by the arm and led her to a quiet corner of the
lounge.  In a soft but firm tone he said, "You could have forewarned
me.  Your presence here creates some issues that will need to be
addressed.  I personally have a strict policy about romantic
entanglements with my officers or crew.  It avoids an unnecessary
conflict of interest."

	"Tell me, Jean-Luc, is your opinion of yourself so inflated that you
assume after all this time I would simply fall into bed with you." 
Vash stared directly into his eyes, her voice was barely above a
whisper.

	He blinked in shock and as his spine went ramrod straight, he hissed,
"Certainly not!"

	"Good.  I was afraid that you were beginning to believe your own
press.  For your information, I have a doctorate in interstellar
archaeology as well as several other advanced degrees in the area of
history.  Like yourself, I'm the best at what I do.  I'm here to work
as a civilian scientist.  I'm sure you're aware that the Cardassians
came damn close to capturing me right off of Bajor last year during an
archaeology conference.  I think it is safe to assume that the
Cardassians and the Romulans would have a tough time kidnapping me off
the Federation's flagship."  Vash took a long look around her and gave
a regal toss of her hair.

	"Besides, this is a very luxurious way to travel the galaxy. So, let
me boil all this down for you, Captain.  I take my orders from the
Archaeology Council, not from Starfleet, and certainly not from you." 
Then she leaned in closer to him and placed her hand on his upper arm
to whisper in his ear  "So much for your conflict of interest
argument.  Pardon moi, mon capitaine, but you'll have to come up with
some other reason to deny your feelings for me," with that she turned
and walked off into the crowd.

	He watched her go.  He noticed her legs, beautiful, long legs that
seemed to go on for light years.  She had the natural gait of a
strip-tease queen.  She was right, he wanted her, wanted her
desperately.  "Merde," he muttered to himself.

	Vash mingled with the other guests.  Picard was furiously trying to
act like she wasn't even in the room and Vash knew that meant the
captain was watching every move she made.  She even caught him openly
glaring as a rather handsome young lieutenant asked if he could get
her a drink.  Gotcha, Captain, she thought to herself.  She threw a
sly smile in Picard's direction and then accepted the young man's
offer.

	After some harmless flirting with the lieutenant, Vash again made her
way through the crowd.  She finally caught sight of the person she was
looking for.

	"Mr. Data,"  she greeted the ship's second officer with a friendly
smile.  "You're just the man I needed to see."

	"Good evening, Professor Vash.  You require my assistance?" Data
smiled down at her.  She had very expressive eyes.  His positronic
brain registered that his internal body temperature was elevated
slightly, he was having trouble correcting it.

	"Please, just call me Vash.  I was hoping you would help a lady in
distress."  She looked up at him through her eyelashes.

	"How may I be of service?"  He hoped that he had not sounded too
eager.

	"I need your help installing my computer down in cargo bay four.  I
need it to be interfaced with the shipyard's computer core by tomorrow
afternoon.  That way I can begin cataloging the lab equipment as it's
sent over from the shipyard," she smiled sweetly.

	"Of course, I would be happy to help.  I will meet you in the cargo
bay tomorrow at 0900 hours if that would be convenient," Data replied.
 He was very thankful that he did not have the capacity to blush.

	"Thank you, Data.  You're a life saver."  Vash briefly laid her hand
on his shoulder as she thanked him and then she moved off into the
crowd.  Data found that he was looking forward to tomorrow morning.

...............................................................

	Picard stalked down the corridors of the Enterprise.  He had left the
reception after he had barely leashed a severe urge to geld one
particular young lieutenant.  He rubbed the back of his neck in
frustration.  'She has been onboard less than six hours and she has me
acting like a schoolboy in kneepants,' Picard thought to himself.  He
hadn't been able take his eyes off  Vash the entire evening.  What
really bothered him was that she knew it.  Picard entered his quarters
unfastening his uniform jacket.  He was very distracted with his
thoughts of Vash, so much so in fact, that he failed to notice the
shadow coming up beside him until it was too late.  The Alternate
Picard pressed a hypo spray against Picard's neck.  Picard dropped to
the floor with a thud.

	"So nice to see you again Captain Picard.  That is the Empire's
finest muscle paralyzer, if you're interested," taunted the alternate
to the unmoving form on the floor.  "That will keep you safely out of
my way while I complete my mission.

	The Alternate Picard dragged Picard's helpless body over to the far
wall of his quarters where a row of waist-high storage cubicles lined
the wall.  He shoved Picard into a cubicle and closed the door.

	"And that will keep you out of everyone else's way until I am safely
gone," the alternate finished.

	Picard was still very much conscious and very concerned.  If this was
indeed who he thought it was, a sinister reflection of himself, they
were all in desperate trouble.  How could he expect any of his crew to
defeat a man he was not sure even he could defeat.  Picard frantically
searched his memory for the logs of Captain James T. Kirk from his
time in the alternate universe as well as drawing from his own
experiences there for a key to solving this dilemma.

	Just then, the door chime announced the arrival of an unexpected
visitor.

	"Come," the alternate said while straightening his uniform.

	The door slid open to reveal Vash, still in her evening gown,
standing at the entrance to Picard's quarters.  The alternate could
not believe his eyes.  Vash?!  His treasured Vash was alive here in
this universe.  Vash strode into the room.

	"Jean-Luc, we need to talk."

	As Picard heard Vash's voice, his thoughts turned desperate. 'No, not
Vash!  Please, let it be anyone but her!'  The decorative slats in the
cubicle perversely allowed Picard to see what was happening in the
room from his make-shift prison.

	The alternate crossed the room to Vash in two quick strides and swept
her into his arms.  His mouth descended on hers in a forceful kiss as
he moved to carry her into the bedroom.

	"Jean-Luc, what about what you said earlier?" Vash protested as she
tried to push herself away.  Granted, she had come here with every
intention of seducing him, but he had turned the tables on her so fast
that her head swam from the suddenness of his passionate onslaught.

	The Alternate Picard put her down and pressed her against the wall
separating the main room of the quarters from the bedroom.  He had
fashioned an entirely different prison for Vash, he had her soft,
supple form molded to the contours of his long, hard body.  His voice
was a deep, resonating growl,  "To hell with whatever was said
earlier.  I must have you, Vash."

	'No!' Picard's mind screamed as he watched his alternate with Vash. 
'Leave her alone, you bastard.  You have no right to her. She's mine.'

	"Make it so, mon Capitaine," Vash managed to whisper just before his
mouth attacked hers in a savagely possessive kiss.  His tongue forced
its way between her parted lips, ravaging every corner of her mouth. 
Vash's entire body flared into a highly charged state of anticipation.
 The rosy crests of her breasts hardened, crushed against the muscular
wall of his chest.  As her lips and tongue responded to the demands of
his, she lost herself in the strength of his arms and his clean,
masculine scent.

	With one hand, the alternate Picard swiftly began unfastening the
clasps along the back of her gown.  She was his for the taking and he
planned on doing just that.  The other hand glided up the slit of her
gown.  As he moved his hand, the dress parted, giving him access to
the long, graceful expanse of thigh beneath.  He grasped her thigh and
drew her leg up to wrap it around his hip.  The alternate deepened the
kiss further, moving his body even closer to hers.

	A soft moan escaped Vash and her hands began moving over his upper
arms to his broad shoulders.  She dropped her hands and ran them along
his strong thighs.  Moving her hands higher, she found the evidence of
his passion for her.  She heard him groan when her delicate hands
brushed over the hard length.  She made her way up to the fastenings
of his uniform jacket.  Jerking them open, she pulled the jacket off
and dropped it to the floor just as he succeeded in unfastening the
final clasp to her gown.  When he finally broke off the kiss, she
stared up into his steel grey eyes and allowed her gown to slide down
the length of her body to land in a crumpled heap on the floor. The
fierce, carnal heat in his expression set Vash's pulse racing.

	Picard caught his breath at the sight of Vash's near-naked form as
her gown hit the floor.  This couldn't be happening.  How could she
not know that this wasn't him?  Mon Dieu, she was even lovelier than
he remembered.

	The alternate Picard stepped back slightly to gaze at her.  She was
now in nothing but a red satin, strapless brassiere and panties.  Mon
Dieu, she was more beautiful than he remembered.  He stepped back into
her arms and began pressing moist, heated kisses down her throat and
onto her enticing cleavage.  His hands traveled roughly over her body,
demanding access to every curve.  He deftly unhooked her brassiere as
his tongue traced the swell of her breasts.  Discarding the bra, his
large hand cupped the front of her red satin panties.  His mouth
settled over one taut nipple and began suckling strongly.   Just then,
his fingers slipped past the flimsy barrier to inflame the moist heat
already aching for him.  His voice resonated over the damp skin of her
breasts as he rasped,  "You're body is amazingly responsive, as if you
were created for my lovemaking."

	'The son-of-a-bitch is deliberately taunting me as he seduces her!' 
an enraged Picard fumed powerlessly from his small, makeshift prison
cell.

	"Jean-Luc," Vash moaned passionately, closing her eyes.  She drew in
deep breaths and arched herself into his relentless mouth and
insisting hands.  Her hands gripped his broad shoulders, her nails
digging into the hard muscles.  She was only barely aware that the
remaining piece of red satin had been removed from her body with
surprising expertise.  His fingers continued to invade and stroke her
mercilessly, driving her to near insanity.  His mouth left her breasts
to journey back up to nibble the sensitive skin where her neck met her
shoulder.

	"You're so wet," the alternate Picard's growl was husky with
masculine satisfaction as his fingers caressed and filled her
erotically.  His hand slid down to grip her graceful thigh.  He pulled
it up to his hip and wrapped her leg once again around his waist,
pressing her forcefully against the wall.  "I have to take you now . .
. hard and fast."

	At the same moment, he entered her with one deep, powerful thrust. 
Vash's eyes flew open in surprised shock.  It had felt as if his hands
had never left her.  When had he managed to undo his own uniform
trousers?  Who the hell cared!  She felt herself losing control with
the first swift movements of his strong muscular hips.  The cadence he
set was furious, demanding total possession of her body.  With each
thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely.  He
continued to take her with rapid, forceful strokes, driving himself
into her relentlessly.  As she was swept up by her first release, Vash
wrapped her other leg around him to imprison him between her legs.

	The alternate felt the shudders take over Vash's body and wrapped his
hands around her hips, pulling her up against him even further.  He
lowered his mouth to imprison and tease the rosy peak of one breast. 
He thrust into her with an ever-increasing urgency.  Fiercely, he
drove deep into her, over and over.  He let his mouth claim the tip of
her other breast, teasing it as he had its mate.

	"Oh Jean-Luc!" Vash cried out as a second set of tremors raced
through her body.  She felt one last powerful blow as he reached his
own release.  Vash let herself collapse against his strong frame, both
of them damp from their physical exertions.  His hands glided over her
body, rebuilding the fires of passion he had just fed.  She could feel
his own desire returning.

	"Round two already, Jean-Luc?" Vash teased in a heated whisper as she
lifted her face to his.

	Picard was helpless to do anything but watch as his alternate once
again seized Vash's lips in a deep kiss as he swept her into the
bedroom.  Picard watched in horror as his alternate failed to close
the bedroom door.  His entire being screamed in frustration.  It
should be me with her!  For the first time in his military career,
thoughts of his ship and crew were not paramount to him.  The sounds
of Vash's breathtaking body being possessed yet again by his alternate
nearly drove him out of his mind.

	The next morning, Vash awoke to find that she was alone in Jean-Luc's
bed.  A note on his pillow told her that he had to be on the bridge
early and he didn't want to wake her.  The note promised that they
would talk later.  She sat up to find that certain muscles were quite
sore from last night's endeavor, or should she say endeavors.  Three
times.  Of course that in itself wasn't all that unusual.  Jean-Luc
had great stamina, he was definitely one damned sexy man.  He was also
a man of a great many talents.  She remembered him as a very gentle,
patient partner; however, last night he had been insatiable.   Each
time he had taken her, it was more frenzied than the time before,
almost bordering on violent.  As she dressed to return to her own
quarters, she smiled to herself.  She could give as good as she got. 
She was sure she wasn't the only one with aching muscles.

END PART 1 ...................................

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