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From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) 
 

Title: Double Entendre 
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG 
Repost: 7/10
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 6

	On the bridge, Picard sat in his ready room going over the daily
reports from his department heads.  This was not exactly fascinating
reading, especially since they were in dry-dock.  His mind kept
wandering back to earlier this morning, he could only imagine where
Vash had learned that particular maneuver.  He was in awe of her
incredible flexibility; how she managed to bend herself that way would
always be a mystery to him.  A slow smile spread across his face as he
recalled Vash's ingenuity.  He had no idea that a simple tube of
lipstick and makeup brush could be used in quite that manner. 
Picard's daydream was interrupted by the door chime.

	"Come" was his distracted response.

	Riker walked into the room.  Right away he noticed the Cheshire cat
grin on his commanding officer's face.  Inwardly he gave a huge sigh
of relief, the captain and Vash had definitely settled their
differences.

	"Obviously the lady and you have kissed and made up."

	Picard looked up at his rather amused first officer.  He just
couldn't keep from smiling.  "I'm happy you approve, Number One. 
However, I assume my personal life is not the reason for this visit."

	"I have the report from Planitia.  The impostor accessed the
schematics for the entire Enterprise.  He transferred the files to
somewhere on the ship but they can't determine exactly which terminal
they were downloaded to.  Data can't find them in the main computer
core, of course, not all systems have been integrated with the main
computer at this point.  Worf and Data are searching for them, but
they'll practically have to do a terminal-by-terminal search.  Geordi
said he should know by this afternoon how the alternate managed the
transdimensional jump," Riker reported, getting down to business.  He
hesitated slightly, not sure how the next news would be taken, 
"Security reports that Vash is currently visiting the impostor in the
brig."

	"That doesn't surprise me, Number One, she can be very stubborn.  
I'm still not sure it's a good idea; although, it might answer some
questions that have been bothering her and, as you stated earlier, he
might let something slip.  Please make sure, however, that Vash has
bridge clearance in case she needs to talk to me."

	"That's already been taken care of, sir."  Riker had anticipated that
one earlier this morning.

	"Thank you, Will.  Is there anything else?"  he gave a wry grin and
then sighed.  "I really do need to get these reports read."

	"No, sir, that was all," Riker smiled back sympathetically.  "I'm
sure you can't wait to get back to such exciting reading."  With that
he turned and left.

	Picard looked down at the reports, squared his shoulders and started
to read.

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

	Vash stood outside the door to the brig where the Alternate Picard
was being held.  She took a deep, steadying breath and activated the
door.  He didn't even look up when she entered the room.  She knew
they were separated by an impenetrable force field, however, she
couldn't prevent a shiver from racing up her spine at the sight of
him.  He was doing calisthenics on the floor of the brig, stripped to
the waist; she could see every inch of his magnificent,
sweat-glistening torso.  He pounded out push-ups, one after another,
his movements fluid and effortlessly graceful as the muscles in his
arms and back rippled with tightly leashed strength.

	Vash's mind was a whirlwind.  Memories of the night she had spent in
those powerful arms haunted her imagination, she could almost feel his
large hands possessively roaming over her soft skin.  She toyed with
the top button on her dress for a moment.   How could she feel this
way?  She knew that this man wasn't her Jean-Luc but this man's sheer
animal magnetism was overpowering.  With a great effort she brought
her mind back to what she was doing there.

	"I knew you couldn't stay away from me for long, ma belle."  He
continued his push-ups without missing a beat.

	"Why?  Why did you do that to me?  You know I'm not your Vash.  How
could you deliberately seduce me like that, knowing that I thought you
were someone else?"  That was the only thing Vash cared about at that
moment.  Understanding what had happened to her in the last few days
seemed as vital as breathing right then.

 	"Did you?" came the slightly amused response from the floor.

	"Did I what?"

	"Think that I was someone else.  Couldn't you tell the difference
between me and that insipid boyfriend of yours."  The alternate had
stopped doing push-ups and was toweling his damp torso.  "Besides,
from the sore muscles I had the next morning, I'd say you got quite a
bit out of it."

	"Don't flatter yourself.  Jean-Luc is twice the man you'll ever be. 
The only thing I don't understand is why you took the time away from
your precious mission.  Especially since that little dalliance got you
caught."

	Vash was desperately trying to keep the conversation away from what
had physically happened between them.  Those images would forever be
burned into her mind.  The alternate Picard gave her a small
predatorial smile as his eyes hungrily traveled over every curve of
her feminine silhouette. She could tell from the look on his face
that, in his mind, she was no longer wearing anything at all.  She
felt the intense heat from his desire-hardened, grey eyes coursing
over her entire body like it were an actual physical caress.  With a
great effort she managed to not cross her arms in front of her
breasts.

	"You have never been a 'little' dalliance to me, Vash."

	"I have never been anything to you before that night, Captain, and I
certainly don't intend to be anything to you ever again," Vash fired
back.

	"Kitten, you have been everything to me," he told her suavely. "And,
I think 'Captain' is a little formal, use my name.  I always did enjoy
hearing you say my name."

	"Why don't you tell me about your Vash, since you can't seem to keep
the two of us straight anyway.  I know how Jean-Luc and I met here. 
How did you manage to get a copy of me in your universe to live with
you for more than an hour without killing you in your sleep?" Vash
countered.  Even though she wasn't sure she wanted to know, maybe it
would give some insight into this man that she could use to her
advantage.

	"I rescued her.  She was owned by a Ferengi slaver called Sovak.  I
saw her with him on Risa during a holiday there and tried to purchase
her for myself.  The dirty little troll refused to sell her to me so I
killed him.  I took her on my ship and made her my woman.  She was
very intelligent, for a woman, I enjoyed our discussions immensely.  
Two years later, my chief medical officer decided to move up the
ranks.  She rigged an explosion to kill my Vash in order to replace
her in my bed.  I must admit that I'm pleasantly surprised to have
found you again.  The similarities between you two are really quite
amazing. Of course, she was a bit more unrestrained in bed than you,
but I'm sure that, with a little effort, we can free your
inhibitions."

	"Now that I know who you are, do you actually think there is a
snowball's chance in hell that I'll ever share your bed again?  Not
likely, Captain," she snapped.

	"I told you to use my name," the alternate Picard commanded, his
powerful baritone reverberating with the demand.  "Furthermore, you
will be sharing my bed, Vash.  You belong to me."

	"Wrong.  I belong to no one, and the only bed I'll be sharing is with
my Jean-Luc," Vash vowed defiantly, her insides quivering.  He wasn't
through with her yet.  That thought sent fear racing through her.  Why
had she come here?  Exactly what had she thought to get out of seeing
this man?

	"For the moment, ma belle.  For the moment."

	Even though he hadn't said anything that would give Riker a clue
about the purpose of his mission here, she found that she couldn't
stay a moment longer.  She fled the room, running down the corridor
and into the nearest turbolift.  Once inside, she leaned against the
wall, closed her eyes, and took a deep steadying breath to calm her
frayed nerves.

	"Computer, where is Captain Picard?"

	"Captain Picard is currently in his ready room."

	"Take me to the bridge."  She needed to see her Jean-Luc, to be held
in the safety of his gentle embrace.

	The doors to the turbolift opened onto the bridge.  Vash burst from
the lift and ran down the ramp and into the ready room without
bothering to use the door chime to announce her arrival.

	Picard looked up with an annoyed expression on his face when he heard
his ready room door open without permission.  He stood to chastise
whomever was being so presumptuous when he saw Vash run into the room
and around his desk to him.  She threw herself into his arms and
buried her face into his shoulder.

	"I presume things did not go well with my alternate." Picard was
concerned, this was not like Vash   He wasn't exactly sure what had
happened to upset her this much, but his current dilemma was what to
do at this point.  Hysterical females weren't exactly his forte.

	Vash didn't immediately respond.  She was trying not to cry, she had
been doing far too much of that lately.  But she couldn't prevent the
trembling that gripped her entire body

	Gradually, Picard felt the shaking in her body subside.  When he felt
that she had calmed down enough, he drew away from her and gently
moved her around to sit on the edge of his desk.  He put one hand
under her chin and drew her face up to look into his.

	"Do you want to tell me about it?" he inquired gently.

	After relating the entire episode to Jean-Luc, Vash had calmed
considerably.  She was now fairly angry at the impostor for yanking
her chain like that and even more angry with herself for letting him. 
She looked up into the face of her lover.

	"I don't see how I could have thought you two were identical,
Jean-Luc.  He's so cold, so calculating.  His Vash was nothing more
than a possession to him.  He never loved her, I don't think he's
capable of loving anything.  Now he thinks he's found a way to replace
the only possession anyone ever took from him.  I think he plans to
take me with him when he completes his mission."

	"I won't allow that," Picard responded as he drew her into his arms
in a protective embrace.  He couldn't imagine life without her in any
universe.  He would never let anyone take her away from him again.  He
drew in a deep breath and the sweet scent of her filled him.  After
the last twenty-four hours, he didn't think he could still physically
want her so much but he did.  His hands began to gently caress her
back.

	"It's just really hard to imagine me being dead somewhere else." 
Vash was still trying to comprehend everything about alternate
universes and parallel timelines.

	"Let me show you just how grateful I am that you are alive right here
and right now in this universe."   Picard smiled down at his lovely
lady.  As fate would have it, she was properly positioned on his desk
for what he had in mind. "Computer, secure the door to my ready room.

	"Why Captain Picard, are you propositioning me right here on your
bridge?"  Vash looked up at him with a tone of mock shock and trying
to maintain a wide-eyed, innocent look.

	"I believe that I am."

	"What took you so long?"

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

	Vash checked the time again on her chronometer, it was almost 1300
hours.  She put down the PADD she was holding and left cargo bay four.
 Dr. Crusher's communiqué had requested her to present herself in
Sickbay at 1300 hours.  She wasn't exactly sure why but it probably
was some sort of check-up or something.

	Vash entered Sickbay and was directed to Beverly's office by a med
tech working on scanning equipment.  As she walked up to the door to
the office, she could see Beverly sitting at her desk with Deanna. 
When Beverly saw her, she waved for Vash to come in.  Vash opened the
door and saw, chocolate, not just a little chocolate, lots of
chocolate.  There was virtually every variation of chocolate known to
the Federation spread across Beverly's desk.  Beverly and Deanna were
sitting at the desk with a spoon in one hand and a can of real dairy
whipped cream in the other   Without a word, Deanna stood up and
walked over to hand Vash a spoon and her own can of whipped cream.

	"Is this some sort of bizarre shipboard ritual?" Vash was somewhat
bemused by the scene before her.

	"We thought you might need to talk," explained Beverly.

	"I see, and this is truth serum, right?"

	"No, just a little bite of heaven to soothe your worries and your
cares."  Deanna smiled around a bite of 'Death by Chocolate.'

	"That definitely sounds like something I could use right now."  Vash
settled into an empty chair by Beverly's desk and dug into what looked
like an absolutely divine chocolate mousse.

	"I can sense some major worries and cares,"  Deanna didn't want to
seem like she was prying, but after all she was a counselor.

	"You don't know the half of it," Vash sighed.

	"I hear through the grapevine that you went to see our friend in the
brig this morning."  Beverly was just dying of curiosity.

	"Can I tell you two something personal?"

	Beverly and Deanna looked at each other with barely suppressed
smiles, then looked back at Vash and nodded somewhat sympathetically.

	"Of course, that's exactly what we thought you might need."  Beverly
didn't add that it was also exactly what Deanna and she had been
hoping for.

	"I'm just so confused.  I've always known that there was a dark,
primitive side to Jean-Luc, but to see that side in the flesh, so to
speak, it's different."

	"How so?" Deanna was in counselor-mode at this point.

	"I don't know, scary, confusing, unsettling, arousing.  He's Jean-Luc
in some ways but then he's not.  Jean-Luc has a primitive side but
it's always tempered by gentleness.  Although he would probably die
before admitting it, he's one of the most sensitive and passionate men
I've met in my life.  The man in the brig doesn't have that side, he's
all dark and primitive.  But why do I respond so much to that?  I love
Jean-Luc for his mind and his heart as much as for his
adventurousness.  How can I, an intelligent woman, respond so basely
to a man so completely opposite of the Jean-Luc I fell in love with?"

	"Part of your dilemma could be the fact that he does look exactly
like the Captain, Vash."  Deanna wanted to try to help Vash understand
her feelings.  "Sights, sounds, and even smells play an important part
in emotions.  He looks just like the man you love; that sight is going
to stir the emotions you have for Captain Picard whether it's him or
not.  His voice is exactly like the Captain's; that again is going to
stir your feelings for him even though it's not him talking.  Many of
your feelings are your feelings for the captain that this other man is
simply bringing out."

	"But it's more than that.  I respond to his animal magnetism, yet at
the same time he terrifies me."

	"Just like out of Gemini's Mistress, remember that one Deanna?" 
Beverly interjected into the conversation.

	"Gemini's Mistress?"  Vash wasn't exactly sure what Beverly was
referring to.

	"Oh, yes.  Gemini's Mistress is a romance novel where twin brothers
are diametrically opposite in personalities, but are exactly alike in
appearance.  One brother is a naval commander and the other is a
pirate.  A young debutante falls in love with the bright young naval
commander but is captured at sea by the other brother.  She has an
interlude with the pirate, thinking that it's her love.  He sets her
free and she returns to the other brother, not knowing what she's
done.  Then she sleeps with the naval commander, finds out that it
isn't the same man and has to decide which of them she really loves,"
Deanna summarized the plot of one of her favorite romance novels.

	"Which one did she choose?"  Vash wondered softly.

	"Is there still a doubt in your mind about which one you want?" 
Deanna knew from her sense of Vash's emotions that there weren't any
doubts, but she also knew that Vash needed to come to that realization
for herself.

	"No, I've made my choice.  This is one Scarlet O'Hara that won't let
Captain Butler walk out of Tara.  Still, why can't I stop thinking
about what that other Picard was like in bed that night."

	Beverly and Deanna exchanged interested glances and sat forward
slightly in their chairs.

	"Why do you think you should suddenly forget what was apparently a
very memorable, if not pleasurable experience."  Deanna was trying not
to get too personal, but the temptation was almost overwhelming.

	"Because he's not the man I love.  How can I remember a night I spent
with the wrong man.  How could I have enjoyed that night so much when
it wasn't the man I'm in love with?"  Vash was just as confused as
ever.

	"The human body is designed to respond to certain stimulation.  The
proper stimulation to certain parts of the body produces immensely
pleasurable feelings whether it's what you want to feel or not.  The
other Picard was obviously well-versed in female anatomy.  He knew
what to do to give you the most pleasure."  Deanna was starting to
sound downright clinical.

	"Besides, Jean-Luc is very sexy.  You thought it was him, so you were
responding to what you thought was just his primitive side."  Beverly
put her two cents worth into that explanation.

	"But why did I still feel that attraction this morning in the brig? 
I knew that wasn't my Jean-Luc but I could still feel his overpowering
magnetism even through the force field."  Vash felt as if she would
never understand.

	"For the same reason the young debutante vacillated between the two
brothers in the book after she found out that there were two of them. 
And for the same reason we enjoy reading those novels,"  Beverly
began.

	"Everyone has fantasies about doing the unexpected, the wild, the
dangerous.  You of all people should understand that, Vash.  The dark
brother in the book fulfilled the young girl's childhood fantasies
about a man who would sweep her off her feet and carry her off into
the sunset.  Those books talk of men who do what men now are
discouraged from doing.  They are much more primitive and that's what
attracts us to them.  That doesn't mean we'd want to live with any of
them, however,"  Deanna finished the thought.

	"Oh, really?  And Worf isn't just a little unrestrained, wild, and
primitive, Deanna?"  Beverly smiled trying to get the conversation
onto a lighter track.

	Deanna merely flushed and took a large bite of chocolate cake
liberally topped with whipped cream.

	"So I'm not a horrible person for being attracted to someone I know I
don't want and would probably kill if I had to live with for any
length of time."  Vash was beginning to feel better, or maybe it was
just the chocolate working its magic.

	"Of course not, you're just human," Deanna smiled.  She could tell
that Vash had resolved her internal conflict. Everything was going to
work out fine.

	Jean-Luc Picard stood outside the door to Beverly Crusher's office
watching Vash laughing and eating chocolate with Deanna and Beverly.  
Shaking his head at the mass quantity of chocolate, he couldn't help
wondering how such svelte women could eat so much, three full-grown
Nausicaans couldn't eat that much in a single sitting.   He hadn't
seen Vash laugh like that in years, certainly not with everything
going on recently.  He knocked at the door to Beverly's office and
walked in.  As he entered the room, the three ladies abruptly quieted
and looked up at him with barely suppressed guilty grins.

	"Why does this scene make me nervous?"  Picard lifted an eyebrow and
surveyed the scene with a bemused expression.

	Vash rose and walked over to him with her hands behind her back.

	"Because you are an observant and intelligent man, my love." With
that Vash caressed his cheek with her left hand.

	"Flattery will get you anywhere, mademoiselle," Picard whispered to
her with a suggestive wink.

	Vash winked back at Picard and withdrew her right hand from behind
her back.  She deposited a dollop of whipped cream from her palm
directly onto the tip of his nose and shrugged her shoulders.

	"Had to be done, sorry."

	And with that, Vash and a very amused Deanna made their way out of
the office.

	"My compliments to Deanna and yourself for a very effective method of
therapy, Doctor."  Picard was willing to suffer this mild indignity as
long as Vash was back to her old self.

	"I'll pass that along, Captain," Beverly was smiling as she handed
him a napkin to wipe the cream off of his nose.

	Picard followed Beverly out into sickbay and sat on the nearest exam
table.  Beverly took out a medical tricorder and began to scan him.

	"Metabolic rate and neural activity have both returned to normal. 
All traces of the muscle paralyzer have left your system much quicker
than anticipated.  Must be quite an exercise regimen you've been on
lately, Captain,"  Beverly added in an amused aside.

	"Something amusing, Doctor?" Picard asked wryly.

	"I just never imagined that you could be caught so easily."

	"Beverly, are you suggesting that Vash has gotten me, hook, line and
sinker, so to speak?"  Picard raised an eyebrow.

	"Of course not, Jean-Luc," Beverly responded with mock horror. 
"Especially since Vash already has you flopping around in the boat." 
She grinned at him and turned to put away her equipment.

	"Is it really that obvious?"  Picard asked quietly, suddenly serious.

	Beverly smiled at him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder,
"I'm afraid it is.  And your friends are all very happy for you.  You
deserve this, Jean-Luc, enjoy it.  Besides, we like her!  It was very
gracious of you to provide Deanna and myself with such a wonderful new
playmate."  With that she returned to her office to clean up the
remains of the earlier chocolate fest.

	Crusher's parting comment left Picard rolling his eyes in pained
exasperation.  Now, thanks to him, the dynamic duo had just become a
trio.

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

	Picard was making his way back to the bridge when his communicator
beeped.

	"LaForge to Captain Picard,"  came the familiar voice of his chief
engineer.

	"Picard here, go ahead Commander."

	"Sir, could you come down to engineering?"

	"I'm on my way."  Picard entered the nearest turbolift. 
"Engineering."  A few moments later he was standing in Geordi's office
down in engineering.  Riker walked in right behind him.

	"What have you got, Mr. LaForge?"  Picard asked.

	"I have good news and bad news," Geordi started.  "The bad news is
that, although I have located the transponder that the alternate used
to jump into our universe, we can't confiscate it. It's surgically
implanted in his chest and is interconnected with his artificial
heart.  We would kill him if we try to tamper with it."

	"I see, and the good news, Geordi?" sighed Picard.

	"Well, sir," answered LaForge, "we have been able to determine enough
about the device to know that it can only work when the tacheon
emissions in the system are at their highest. The tacheon fields in
this system cycle every sixty hours.  He will only have a two hour
window each cycle where the emissions are strong enough to use the
transponder."

	"When's the next window, Geordi?" Riker inquired.

	"Tomorrow morning around 0700 to 0900 hours," Geordi replied.

	"So gentlemen, if our guest is planning something, he will probably
make his move sometime between late tonight and early tomorrow
morning," Picard summarized looking from Riker to LaForge.  "Is there
any way that his transponder signal can be shielded to prevent
escape?"

	"No sir, we don't know enough about the device."  Geordi thought for
a moment.  "Well, I think I can construct a filter calibrated to that
frequency and tie it in with the force field in the brig.  That might
work."

	"I see, so we are back to expecting him to make his move between late
tonight and early tomorrow morning," the captain grimaced.

	"That would be my guess, Captain," Geordi smiled.  "It might be a
wise idea to let that pretty lady of yours in on this.  The device
could be used to transport two people."

	"Indeed."  Picard looked at Riker and LaForge, somewhat amused.  "Did
all of you have a senior staff meeting to discuss my personal life?"

	"Of course not!"  Riker managed to keep a straight face as he
finished,  "that's what our weekly poker games are for."

	Picard shook has head, sighed and said, "Oh thank you, Number One.  I
feel so much better now."  He gave a small smile and straightened his
uniform.  "Carry on, gentlemen."  With that he went in search of Vash
to relay the information to her.

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

	Picard walked into cargo bay four to find Vash standing behind her
makeshift desk.  She was working busily on a PADD; she was so
engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't hear him come in.  He
stood for a moment enjoying the view.  As he noticed the gleam of the
gold buttons that ran down the front of her blue dress, he wondered if
he could undo them by the sheer force of his imagination.  As he
walked over to her, she looked up and smiled.  He leaned over the
crate and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

	She whispered in his ear conspiratorially, "You want to try out my
desk this time?"

	"Although that enticing idea had occurred to me, it's not why I'm
here," he whispered back.  His voice returned to a normal tone.  "I
needed to talk to you."

	"What is it?" she asked him, suddenly serious.

	"Geordi has informed me that the alternate only has a two hour window
every sixty hours in which he can use his transponder to get back to
the other universe.  However, the transponder can be used to transport
two individuals."

	"Oh, Yippy Skippy!"  Vash's voice dripped with sarcasm. "And just
when should I expect Captain Psychopath to try to carry me off into
the interdimensional sunset."

	He smiled at her sense of humor.  "The next window is tomorrow
morning between 0700 and 0900 hours.  Remember that Captain
Psychopath, as you have so affectionately nicknamed him, is in the
brig."  Then he said seriously.  "Still, I think it might be safer if
you stayed in my quarters with me tonight.   If he is planning
something, he will have to make his move sometime between late tonight
and tomorrow morning."

	"Of course, Jean-Luc, I'll meet you there when you get off duty.  We
can have a nice quiet dinner."  She smiled.  She knew what he had
meant, but obviously it hadn't hit him yet how it had come out.  "But
can I tell you something?"

	"Certainly."

	"I've had a lot of men over the years give me a lot of lines, but,
Jean-Luc, I have to say that yours just took the cake.  Telling a
woman that her safety and the safety of the universe depends on her
staying the night with him is the lamest line I have ever heard." 
Vash collapsed over the crate in a fit of giggling.

	He chuckled at himself as it hit him  "Damn it, woman, you knew what
I meant.  I'll see you tonight."  He kissed the top of her head and
left.  He could hear her giggling as he left.

END PART 7

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