Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 14 Apr 2004 14:30:44 -0700 In: alt.startrek.creative From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) Title: Double Entendre Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com) Series: TNG Repost: 2/10 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? As always: Paramount owns all the marbles. We just have a lot more fun playing with them. Feedback is always appreciated - posted or e-mail. Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fanfiction website: http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/ Whoa Nellie's Sci-Fi Romance Fan Fiction website is at: http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000/ CONTINUED FROM PART 1 "Klingons do not pick flowers!" Lieutenant Commander Worf looked down into the delicate features of his beautiful woman. He grunted with satisfaction; his woman. Things had been wonderful in the last year and a half since their relationship had become serious. Even Alexander was pleased with his choice of a mate. She was infinitely satisfying to him in many ways. He shifted a bit uncomfortably at his thoughts of some of her most satisfying ways. He grunted to himself again. Perhaps delicate was not a good word to describe this amazing woman. Why he had ever wasted so much time worrying about hurting her during mating was beyond him. He often came away much more exhausted and sore than she ever had. "Come on Father, it's fun," laughed Alexander as he scampered off into the recently completed arboretum. Commander Deanna Troi smiled up into the face of her gruff warrior. As an empath, she knew his gruff exterior was just an act. Worf was actually quite tender. He was a large man, completely dwarfing her small frame. The ridges on his forehead gave him a decidedly gruff appearance which belied the soft, sensitive nature underneath. And those huge hands, she shivered as she remembered just how soft and sensitive those hands had been on her skin the night before. It was hard for her to believe that this gentle giant had ever worried about hurting her. He was wonderful in so many ways, even her mother approved of their upcoming nuptials. Klingon custom allowed for a much less formal joining ritual than did Betazed custom. They had become Klingon mates, but until they were properly married on Betazed, it was still officially a betrothal. The ceremony her mother was undoubtedly planning... well, she simply didn't want to know. Worf, Alexander and she had been having a breakfast picnic in the arboretum before Alexander had to get to his studies and they had to get back to their duties. Since they still had some time, Deanna had suggested that they take a walk through the arboretum and pick some flowers. That latter suggestion had prompted Worf's surly reply. He watched her appreciatively as she finished packing away their picnic items and folded the blanket. Deanna moved gracefully, making her exotic features and ample curves seem all the more sensuous. She laid the blanket on top of the basket and turned to Worf. Smiling up at him seductively, she walked up to stand face to chest with him and leaned up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Klingons do if they ever want to see me naked again this century." With a toss of her long, dark hair and a swish of her hips she sauntered off into the arboretum. Worf growled menacingly, then gave a huge sigh and turned to go pick some flowers. ........................................................... The Alternate Picard strode briskly through the unfinished corridors of the Enterprise E. He calmly nodded as several crew members hurried by him. He smiled to himself. Such an eager crew, he thought, what a pleasant change from the Imperial fleet. Although he was aware that the ship was larger than its predecessor, he was only beginning to realize how much larger it was. He could only hope that the technological advancements matched the architectural accomplishments. Such a ship would make a fine addition to the Empire. Stealing the ship would be out of the question. The Empire could not afford another undertaking so risky, particularly after the previous failure. They had needed to divert all of the resources to the shipyards to rebuild the fleet after that last disastrous battle with the Klingons. Seventeen ships were currently being constructed with another six on the drawing boards. A sizable fleet for the Empire. A fleet in need of a flagship. The Enterprise D had very nearly been destroyed along with seven other ships in a battle near the Klingon homeworld six months ago. Soon after that battle, intelligence had reported that a new Enterprise was being constructed in the alternate reality. The reality that the other Picard and his crew had come from almost five years ago. He stepped onto the turbolift. His thoughts wandered. Vash. He allowed a brief smile in the privacy of the turbolift. What a delightful present to receive from my counterpart. It would have been quite rude of me not to enjoy such a gracious gift. But what was he going to do about her? What would the reprisals be if he took her back with him? Undoubtedly, there would be an uproar at Starfleet command. Uproar or not, he was saving the Empire by delivering the plans of the Enterprise E to their waiting hands. He was used to uproar. The Imperial Starfleet Command was just going to have to live with it. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He wanted her. He shook his head and drew his wandering thoughts back to the task at hand. The schematics would be easy enough to obtain. Keeping his activities from the crew would be more difficult. Commander Data could easily trace any files transferred to or from the central computer core. He stepped onto the bridge. It was still in complete disarray. Commander Riker was overseeing the installation of the communications system. He had a slightly bored expression on his face as he stroked his beard aimlessly. Riker looked up from the mass of circuits to greet the captain "The communications system will be down for another week. We still have sub-space with the shipyard and inner-ship audio. The vid-screens are still not interfacing with the inner-ship systems." Riker looked relieved for the momentary distraction. "On the brighter side, Geordi reports that engineering is ready for the warp coil fitting to begin later this afternoon." The Alternate Picard forced a smile. He needed to remember how amicable this Picard was with his crew. "Number One, it seems as if you have this well in hand. I will be in my ready room. Carry on." Riker had mastered sub-space and advanced systems at the academy. He had found them about as exciting then as he did now. He let out a long sigh. "Yes sir." ............................................. "Computer. Access all schematic designs and blueprints for Enterprise NCC-1701-E." The Alternate Picard sat down behind the desk and peered at the console. He looked back up and over his shoulder "What is that damn fish doing in here?" The computer responded, "Unable to comply with request. Schematic data unavailable from this station." "Why not?" he demanded. "Insufficient storage capacity at this station." "Picard to Engineering. Mr. LaForge," he grimaced. "Yes, Captain." "Mr. LaForge, I need to review the schematics for the Enterprise but I am having difficulty accessing the data. Can you tell me why?" "The systems are not fully integrated yet, Captain. The systems we did have integrated have been pulled off line because of the warp coil fitting this week." The engineer's voice sounded fatigued. "The full schematics are still in Planitia's computer." "Understood, Picard out." 'So, this was going to be a bit more difficult than he had anticipated,' he thought, a bit vexed at the delay. Well, there was more than one way to skin the proverbial cat. The Alternate Picard smiled grimly as he began keying commands onto the computer keyboard. ........................................................ In cargo bay four, Data was bent over an empty, inverted shipping crate that had Vash's computer on top of it. He was almost finished interfacing it with the shipyard's main computer core. It had taken him almost three hours. He really could have done it in a fraction of that time, but he was enjoying his conversation with Vash. She was very quick-witted and charming. Her knowledge of different cultures both present and past was astounding. She was also well-versed in Earth's classic literature and the performing arts. They had discussed two of his favorites, Sherlock Holmes and Shakespeare. He had discovered that her favorite book was *Gone With the Wind*. She loved and identified with the character of Scarlet O'Hara. For the past half hour, she had been talking to him about rock and roll, a popular type of music in the twentieth century that had evolved from jazz. "It should only take me a few more minutes to have your computer fully operational." Data looked up at Vash. "Oh, Data You're an angel. It would have taken me all of today and most of tomorrow to do this," Vash sighed as she leaned against the wall. "I hope I'm not wasting too much of your time." "I am happy to help," he replied. Data thought to himself, 'wasting my time?' What man would not enjoy spending all his time with such a pretty and charming lady. He added, "if you should require my assistance with anything else, all you have to do is ask." "Be careful Data. With all the equipment I have to check in and catalogue, I might take you up on that," she grinned and winked at him. Data stood and looked down at Vash's smiling face and sparkling blue eyes. He wondered what it would be like to have a woman like her love him. He knew that was out of the question with her. This lady had been and possibly still was involved with Captain Picard. Of course, there was nothing wrong with spending time with her while he was helping her. He was hoping she would take him up on his offer. He wanted to spend more time with her. He smiled back at her, "I hope you will. I enjoyed our conversation." "So did I. If you feel that you simply must help me with all this red tape, well, who am I to argue?" she winked at him again as she teased. "I make it a policy never to turn down help from handsome Starfleet officers." "I must be on the bridge shortly. I will check on you again when I am off duty to make certain everything here is satisfactory," Data nodded to her and started to leave. "Thanks, Data," Vash called out to him as he left. As Data made his way to the bridge, he was lost in thought. She was so perfect. She was smart and beautiful and funny. She had said that she enjoyed his company. She had called him handsome. Even if she was involved with Captain Picard, there was certainly nothing wrong with providing his assistance to her. .................................................................... "Worf to Picard." Worf was standing at the commlink in shuttlebay six. "The shuttle you requested is ready for departure, sir. Planitia is expecting you within the hour." "Very good, Mr. Worf. I will be down shortly," the Alternate Picard's voice responded. "You may return to your duties." ...................................................................... Deanna sat in front of the computer screen in her office reviewing personnel files for the Enterprise's new crew. Many were crew members who had served with the Enterprise D, but with the larger crew complement of the Big E as well as the crew members who had been reassigned to other ships, there were many new crew members for her to become familiar with. She stretched her back and absently rubbed the back of her neck. When her door chime rang, she checked her chronometer. She wasn't expecting her next appointment for another hour She looked up at the door, still rubbing her neck, and called out "Come." Worf entered Deanna's office and stood to admire his lovely lady. She looked tired. He walked over to her and, moving her hand, took over the job of massaging her sore muscles. Deanna leaned back, closed her eyes and felt like purring. "Oh Worf, that feels wonderful." "You're tense. You should take time out to do some Mok'bara." Worf could feel the tension in her neck and shoulders easing out of her muscles. Mok'bara was a ritual Klingon martial-arts form designed to enhance warrior hand-to-hand combat abilities as well as their spirituality. Many of the Enterprise D's crew used Mok'bara as a relaxation tool. "Perhaps later, I don't really have time now." "Are you expecting someone?" "Not for a little while." Deanna suddenly had a delightful idea. "Computer, secure the door to my office." Deanna stood up and turned to face Worf. "I can think of a much better way to work the kinks out." Deanna reached out to cup Worf's face in her hands. As she pulled the tie out of his hair with one hand, her other hand was stroking his massive chest. She then moved both hands under the sash he wore and drew it up over his head to drop onto the floor. "Here? Now?" Worf couldn't believe what Deanna had in mind. "Yes," she was quite amused at Worf's very uncharacteristic shyness. Deanna dropped to her knees. She smiled mischievously up at Worf as she began massaging and caressing his muscular thighs. She intentionally avoided his sensitive inner thighs and instead began working the muscles in the backs of his thighs. As her hands moved up to cup and knead the hardness of his backside, Worf got the general idea and dropped to join her on the floor. "What took you so long?" she whispered as she moved to straddle him. Worf started to speak but Deanna put her fingers against his mouth and shook her head. Wordlessly, she unfastened his uniform. She drew off his shirt and, after tossing it onto the floor beside them, ran her fingernails lightly down the expanse of his chest. His massive, ebony torso shivered at her teasing touch. Her hands moved back up to pinch and tease his nipples, then she leaned over to take one nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue lightly around it then nipped lightly at it and quickly stroked her tongue over the nipple again. As she alternately licked and bit at the straining nub, Worf groaned and arched his back. He moved to roll over to position her under him, but Deanna blocked him and transferred her mouth to his other nipple while her hands moved to unfasten his pants. She moved to draw his pants down his legs and deposited them on the floor with the rest of the clothing already there. "You're overdressed," Worf rasped out between breaths. This woman could excite him faster than any woman he had ever known. Klingon women could take lessons from her. Deanna arched an eyebrow and stood over him. Swaying seductively, she drew one arm out of her dress and then the other. Slowly, inch by inch, she let the dress fall to the floor. Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, she joined him again on the floor. This time, Worf succeeded in moving to cover her body with his own. He claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He could feel Deanna's hands running up and down the ridges of his back, and the occasional scrape of her fingernails. He felt the urge to bay like a Klingon targ; instead he lowered his head to growl into the delicate juncture between her throat and shoulder. As Deanna arched her body into his, her hands moved up to entwine themselves into his hair. Worf's hands ceased their possessive exploration of her body to cup her glorious breasts. When they encountered her bra, he gave an impatient growl and yanked it off. He covered both her breasts with his huge hands; he had never been so glad to have such large hands. She arched into the pressure of his palms and then gave a sharp gasp as his mouth claimed one of her breasts. He drew the entire tip of her breast into his mouth, suckling it as he continued to knead and torment her other breast. When Deanna could stand this gentle torture no longer, she pushed at Worf's chest and rolled them over so that she was again straddling him. Leaning down, with her hands on either side of his head, she claimed his lips possessively. Moving her bottom teasingly over Worf's tight, muscular thighs, she nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. Worf's hands grasped her breasts once again and he flicked her nipples with his callused thumbs. Deanna growled, deep in her throat, and pressed her silk-clad hips harder into his body. With one hand, Worf tore off the last remaining barrier. Deanna caught both of his hands and pressed them to the floor above his head. Holding his wrists with her small hands, she moved her hips closer to where he burned for her. She rubbed her hips against him in a frustrating simulation of what he wanted so fiercely. "Now, woman!" Worf growled. Deanna smiled at the power she had over this giant warrior. Leaning forward, she took a swollen nipple between her teeth and pulled strongly. Slowly, tauntingly, she began to inch her way down onto him. She flicked the end of his tortured nipple with her tongue before releasing it to sit up. As she finally settled her hips against his, Worf growled again and pulled his hands out of hers. Holding her against him, he rolled to again cover her with his body. With blood pounding in his ears, he drove into her sharply again and again. He could feel her hands gripping his hips spurring him on. Bracing himself on his forearms, he continued to drive himself into her. Deanna could feel her emotions spiraling out of control. She wrapped her legs around his hips and felt him driving even deeper. She was breathing heavily and she could hear that his breathing was also very labored. "More," she panted desperately. Suddenly, her back arched and she raked her nails down his back. "Yes!" she screamed as she felt her release take her. Worf's own release followed Deanna's closely. This time he could not suppress the primitive howl that ripped from his throat as he arched into her one final time before collapsing onto her. Almost immediately, he rolled over onto his side, taking her with him and settling her against his chest. He could feel the trickles of blood that she had drawn with her nails in her excitement. They laid there each trying to bring their labored breathing back to normal. "Riker to Worf," the call from the communicator startled them. "Nice timing, Will," Deanna muttered as Worf reached across her to get to his communicator on the floor beside them. .............................................. The Alternate Picard surveyed the Planitia shipyard. It was just as he remembered it two years ago before it was destroyed by the Martian rebels. He had fought in that campaign and earned the Crimson Eagle for crushing the rebellion. A volley of photon torpedoes had destroyed their ships. Such a pity they had lowered their shields under a flag of truce. He pushed the thoughts of battle from his mind and began making his way to the Harbormaster's office. Within minutes he was looking at Commander Kerrgan. "This is an unexpected pleasure, Captain Picard." The red-haired commander stood from his desk revealing his lanky frame, "How can I be of service?" "As you know, my engineering staff is preparing to fit the warp coil. I would like to review the complete schematics to my ship before they begin that process. I am unwilling to give the engineering crew clearance until I review these plans; however, the computers have not yet been fully integrated. Because of this, I was required to come down here to view the plans." "I understand your concerns, Captain," the commander nodded as he rubbed his beard, "However, accessing those plans-" "Is absolutely necessary. There are reasons why I am the captain of the flagship, Commander Kerrgan," he responded coldly. The commander's back stiffened. "Yes, sir." "Very well. I will also need the use of one of your terminals with shipyard to ship capacity," the alternate spoke in a very assuming tone. "Of course, sir, but-" started Kerrgan. "Now, Commander!" barked the alternate. "Sir!" Kerrgan responded. "The only terminal with that capacity is my own." "Very good. I need one hour." "Sir, I must make a report of this to Starfleet. It is highly irregular," Kerrgan's voice was shaken. He entered his security codes so that Picard could access the files. The commander turned his back to leave. The Alternate Picard drew his phaser and directed it at the officer's back. He nudged the setting to its highest intensity. "Commander Kerrgan," the alternate said calmly as he fired, "Dismissed." The alternate sat down at the late Commander Kerrgan's desk and within minutes he had accessed the schematics to the Enterprise. Now, where to hide them until he could make his escape. His gaze fell on some requisition forms. On top of the stack was a requisition for the Enterprise's archaeology lab. It was perfect. Vash's computer was for civilian use so it would be low priority. It wasn't integrated with the ship's main computer core, but it was accessible from the shipyard. To anyone but him the files would look like nothing more than equipment transfer orders. He could kill two birds with one stone, the plans and Vash would be in one place. He quickly began to transfer the files. ........................................................ "Voice activation, Program Riker One," Riker droned. "Voice identification initiated. Identify Riker, William T. Rank: Admiral." Data had just walked on the bridge in time to hear the computer's response. He looked at the first officer with a wry smile. "Advancing through the ranks rather quickly, sir?" "I would watch what you say, I can make you an ensign in an instant." Riker pulled the communications grid from the panel. "How are the sensor relays working." "Fine, sir," the android replied, "I was just about to do an internal sensor sweep of the ship." "Wonderful," the first officer handed the circuit board to a nearby crew member, "fix this." He walked over to join Data at the sensor station, "Why don't you begin." The sensor screen lit up in a dull blue-green glow. "The sensors are coming on line now. The ship will appear somewhat different than what you are accustomed to, sir. As you know, we are still being powered by the shipyard. Their power signatures are much different than that of a starship." "Would that be affecting the reading in the captain's quarters?" The first officer pointed to a peculiar distortion on the screen. "That reading would suggest a tacheon distortion," Data replied. He rechecked the sensor readings. "I am perplexed, sir. At those levels, it would suggest that a type III wormhole has recently formed in the captain's quarters." The first officer hit his communicator, "Riker to Worf." After a brief pause, Worf's clipped response came back, "Yes, Commander." "Have you been running? You sound winded, Mr. Worf." "I am fine, Commander. What is the problem?" "I'm not sure, meet me at Captain Picard's quarters." He looked at Data, "Run a level two diagnostic on this array and then check the relays for tacheon trace elements. This may just turn out to be another glitch in the system." ................................................ Worf quickly turned the corner near the captain's quarters. Riker was already waiting for him, tricorder in hand. "Sorry for the delay, Commander." Riker looked up from his tricorder, "I'm reading intermittent life signs. There may be someone inside." The security officer surveyed the doorway. "The security seal is still intact. I will attempt to override." He pressed a panel, "Voice override Worf, alpha seven one five, execute." "Voice activation denied, Chief O'Brien does not serve on the Enterprise," the computer droned. Riker rolled his eyes. "Perhaps a more direct approach is in order." The Klingon nodded, "Agreed." Worf smashed the control panel. "Override accepted." The first officer peered inside the room. "Phasers on stun." The two stepped inside. Riker pointed to a storage cabinet on the far side of the room. "The readings are stronger over there." Worf tried the door to the cubicle. He grimaced and tore the door from the cabinet. Riker reacted immediately, "Riker to sickbay. Medical emergency. Dr. Crusher to the captain's quarters." Worf pulled Picard's weak form from the cabinet and gently lowered him to the floor. "He appears to be conscious, sir." Riker looked into the captain's eyes. "Captain Picard, can you hear me? It's Will, Beverly is on her way." The first officer looked up. "He's in the dress uniform he wore last night at the reception. That must mean he either changed back into it for some reason-" "Or we have an impostor aboard!" the Klingon exclaimed. Dr. Beverly Crusher hurried into the quarters. "What happened?" "We're not sure. Someone may have attacked the captain," responded Riker. Beverly scanned the captain. "I believe he was injected with some sort of neural inhibitor. He's been incapacitated for at least twelve hours, maybe longer," she spoke to Riker as she prepared a hypo spray, "this is a general stimulant. It should counteract the inhibitor in a few minutes." While administering the stimulant, she looked down at her patient. "Jean-Luc, it's Beverly. You're going to be fine. This should take effect shortly." Picard's weak voice could barely be heard, "Intruder alert." Riker leaned down to help the captain who was attempting to sit up, "what did you say, sir?" "Please, Jean-Luc, you should take it easy. I need to do a complete physical," Crusher interrupted in a concerned voice. "There is no time for.that right now, Doctor." Picard's voice was getting stronger. Looking up at the doctor's concerned expression he added, "Later, Beverly. I promise." "Captain, can you tell me what happened, sir?" Riker asked his commanding officer. "I was attacked by..." the captain hesitated, "my counterpart from the alternate universe, I believe." The first officer nodded. "Do you know why he crossed over?" "I have no idea, Number One." Picard was beginning to regain his strength. He gingerly stood up, "however, I have reason to believe that Councilmember Vash may be in danger." "Computer, locate Councilmember Vash," Riker ordered. "Councilmember Vash is in cargo bay four." Picard nodded, "That's where he's headed. Number One, you and Worf are with me. Have a security team meet us there. I want that entire section secured." Beverly began to protest as Picard started to leave. "Not now, doctor." The door slid shut behind them leaving the doctor alone in the room. Beverly Crusher shook her head and rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Why do I even bother?" 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