Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 14 Apr 2004 14:42:33 -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: 9/10 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 8 "I really hate all this red tape!" Vash complained out loud to nobody. Alone in cargo bay four, except for the security guard posted outside, she was studying lists of equipment that had just been transferred from the shipyard. Due to the fact that the cargo bay had not been integrated with the ship's main computer, Vash wasn't aware of the red alert or the reasons for it. She arched her back and then straightened her formfitting jumpsuit. It resembled a Starfleet uniform with black shoulders and black pants, but the tunic was hot pink with a low scoop neck. Jean-Luc had found the style amusing, to say the least. She had told him that the mock Starfleet style was the latest trend. He had laughingly assured her that Starfleet had never and would never use hot pink in a uniform and he had only been half joking when he asked if she could actually breathe in it. She looked at the time, 0800 hours. Only one more hour left in the alternate's window, she went back to studying the lists. She sensed, rather than heard, the door open. She didn't need to look up; she knew it was him. She forced herself to stay calm and keep her eyes on her paperwork until he reached the desk. The alternate walked around the corner of her desk. She stood up straight and looked him in the eye. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to burst. Without a word, the alternate stepped in front of her to use her computer. She immediately realized that the material on the screen was ship schematics of some kind. She slowly stepped back to nonchalantly lean against the wall, using her shoulder to discreetly open the comm channel to the bridge. On the bridge Picard was leaning over Data's shoulder at ops, watching as Data tried to chase down which of the thousands of ghost images was the real alternate. LaForge and Riker were busy with the massive ship-wide failures caused by the alternate's transporter activity. Worf was busy at his station readying his security teams. "Mr. Worf there's no reason to send your teams anywhere, until we have somewhere definite to send them," Picard told his security chief. Riker walked down the ramp to stand next to his captain. "We better locate him quickly, sir. Geordi estimates one hour until we go into warp, and in dry-dock there is nowhere to go. That frequency is our only hope." "I'm aware of that, Number One." Picard straightened his uniform as he looked at his first officer. "Sir, I have an open commlink in cargo bay four," Worf called from his station. "On audio, Commander," came Picard's reply. Over the comm came Vash's surprisingly calm voice. "I don't suppose you are going to tell me just how the hell you got out of that cell?" Picard looked over at his first officer and smiled. Riker was grinning as he practically cheered, "Way to go, sweetheart!" The alternate's voice came over the comm, "Of course, ma belle, as soon as we make our escape." Picard gestured for Riker and Worf to follow him as he started for the turbolift. "What do you mean we, Kemosabie?" Vash sounded indignant. "Is that some kind of order?" "Of course," came the alternate's reply. At this Riker saw his captain pause, look up at the ceiling and roll his eyes. Picard looked almost amused, he knew what was coming next. Vash's angry voice rang out over the comm. "As I am forever tired of telling Jean-Luc, Captain," Riker smiled and watched as his captain mouthed along silently with Vash's next statement. "I don't follow orders!" Picard, Riker, and Worf entered the turbo lift. "Deck thirty-eight," Worf ordered. Riker looked at Picard and smiled innocently. "I take it we have heard that line before?" Picard looked at his second in command and allowed a brief smile. He shrugged his shoulders, "Let's just say it's one of her perennial favorites." ............................................. The Alternate Picard turned to look at Vash as he slipped the disk with the schematics into the waistband of his uniform pants So, she doesn't take orders. It was obvious that his counterpart had been very indulgent with her. It was time this lovely but assuming wench learned her place. When he took a step toward her, she instinctively tried to shrink back further. That was when he noticed the open commlink. He forcefully slammed his open palm against the wall destroying the commlink and effectively closing the channel. He now had her pinned between himself and the wall. His palms lay flat against the wall on either side of her shoulders, imprisoning her with his muscular arms. His hungry gaze took in how her jumpsuit molded itself to her curvaceous silhouette like a second skin. Vash couldn't help her startled reaction at the sound of his palm hitting the wall next to her with such great force; the power contained in those arms never ceased to amaze her. Completely trapped between the wall and his hard, lean, muscular form, she found it impossible to ignore his pure animal magnetism. This man terrified her, so why was she was still attracted to him? She found herself completely spellbound by his imposing presence, which revealed itself in his chiseled features, his steel grey eyes and the firm set of his mouth. She suddenly felt like a small bird that had fallen victim to a king cobra's stare. He leaned in closer to her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. Her arms down at her sides, Vash's palm lay on the corner of her desk and, as she gripped the corner of the desk to steady herself, a computer disk threatened to cut into the edge of her hand. "You will follow my orders." His masterful voice was a stern whisper. When he leaned in to kiss her, Vash turned her face away. She had to remember, despite the physical appearance, this was not her Jean-Luc. Her voice was barely a whisper as she swore, "Never!" "You have no choice, ma chere," the alternate Picard snarled, moving to entangle one hand in the hair at the back of her head. He pulled, forcing her to face him. He brought his mouth down on hers brutally in a savage kiss. His tongue forced its way between her lips to ravage every corner of her mouth. Vash brought her arms up to his chest in a vain attempt to push him away. The alternate wrapped his other arm around her waist crushing her to him. His strength was overpowering, making any escape impossible; but for Vash, the worst part of the situation was the way her body instinctively responded to his primal maleness. As his lips and tongue continued to attack hers, she felt her pulse and breathing quicken. The natural masculine scent of his body and the feel of the hard muscular expanse of his chest under her hands inflamed her own base needs. A surge of arousal caused the crests of her breasts to harden. The alternate finally broke off the kiss, leaving her gasping for air. "I told you that you had no choice," the alternate Picard informed her huskily. He had felt her response. Spanning his hands across her tiny waist, he held her pinned to the wall. He watched as the soft curves of her breasts rose and fell with each breath; and with each breath, those same soft curves threatened to escape the low neckline of her jumpsuit. He slid his hands up her delicate frame to cup her breasts, caressing them possessively. Rubbing the stiff peaks with his thumbs, he heard her try to suppress a moan as she fought her body's own responses. The alternate lowered his mouth to the sensitive spot where Vash's neck met her shoulder, his hands moving to find the roundness of her derriere. Sucking strongly and leaving the tender skin bruised, he yanked her roughly against him. He rasped, "Your lovely body knows who's master. You're wet, aren't you, kitten?" "No," Vash whispered, more to deny her own reactions rather than his taunting. "You're lying!" he hissed. "Once we're back on my ship, I'll teach you what happens when you lie to me." Vash thought wildly, 'How could I respond like this?' She could feel the alternate's hard arousal pressed against her. Then it hit her, it was a physical response. Deanna had said that the body had built-in responses to certain physical stimulation. Vash realized her body was simply responding to the physical presence of Jean-Luc Picard, the feel of his body, the sound of his voice, his appearance, his taste, his smell. 'Vash, you dingy broad, we're talking pheromones!' she mentally chastised herself. 'The sword can cut both ways, use this arrogant Neanderthal's overactive libido for your own advantage.' "Oh yes," Vash moaned, as she felt him press heated kisses down her throat to the low neckline of her jumpsuit. She arched toward him and sighed, letting her hands run over his entire body, from his broad shoulders to his chest, and down to his waist and thighs. As she ran her hands up and down around his waist and thighs, she felt the disk in his waistband. Jackpot! She kept up her exploration, moving back up to his chest and heard the alternate groan as he felt her hands over him. 'Good boy, Captain, now just relax.' Cupping her hips in his hands, he moved back up to claim her mouth in a possessive kiss. Instead of fighting him, she parted her lips and allowed his tongue to probe the moist cavern. She seductively arched the entire length of her supple form into him. One of her hands played with his chest while she let the other drop to the desk, palming a disk. She moaned into his mouth while slowly bringing her other hand back up to his chest. Brazenly, she deepened the kiss, driving her tongue past his in her own erotic exploration of his mouth. As they kissed, she let her hands leisurely slide down to his waist. Switching the disks was a piece of cake. She reminded herself to thank Sovak for teaching her how to be a top-notch pickpocket. It was a handy talent. Then she brought her leg up so that her thigh was at his hip. As he ran his hand from her thigh to her hip, she slipped the disk down into her boot. She smiled inwardly, 'he's so far gone, he doesn't have a clue'. The alternate pushed her harder against the wall; with his hands on her hips he started to kiss her more forcefully. She heard the door. 'Thank God, here comes the cavalry'. The door to the cargo bay slid open and Picard ran in before Riker or Worf could catch up. The alternate spun around and drew a phaser with lighting speed. He fired at the door panel which exploded in a shower of sparks. With the door controls destroyed, the three of them were locked in and any reinforcements were locked out. Vash tried to make her escape, but the alternate had one arm around her waist holding her fast; the other held a phaser pointed directly at Picard. "Vash, are you all right?" Picard asked, noticing her swollen lips and the tell-tale bruise marring the skin of her neck from the alternate's manhandling. "Yes," she managed a small smile to reassure him. "Let her go, and give me the transporter frequency," Picard forcefully commanded his alternate. "Now, why would I do such a thing?" the alternate asked snidely. "If you don't the ship will go into warp while still in dry-dock and explode, killing everyone. You will lose Vash all over again, in another explosion. This time in one you caused," Picard answered. "But you see, we're leaving," the alternate taunted. "No you're not, Commander LaForge has found a way to block your transponder signal. There is no escape," Picard was bluffing big time. Riker's poker games were starting to effect him. "You're bluffing; that would mean condemning this magnificent creature to death and you wouldn't do that," the alternate replied, tilting his head toward Vash. "To save her from sexual slavery, I would." Picard stared at the alternate with his most stoic expression. As noble as that reason had sounded, Picard knew the alternate was right. He just hoped the alternate didn't know that. Picard glanced at Vash. She caught his glance, smiled bravely and mouthed 'I love you.' "You see Captain, I've taken your ship, your woman, and now I will take your life." The alternate pointed the phaser at Picard. "NO!" Vash shouted. She suddenly threw her entire weight against the alternate The alternate lost his balance, releasing his grasp on both Vash and the phaser. The phaser went flying across the room. The alternate lunged to grab Vash as she escaped his hold. Picard rushed the alternate, imposing himself between the alternate and Vash and he slammed his shoulders into the rib cage of his alternate. The force of his attack drove himself and the alternate to the ground away from Vash. The alternate tried to choke Picard with both hands around his neck. Picard brought his arms up to break the hold and slammed his opponent's chin backward with his open palm. The force of the blow caused the alternate's head to snap back, hitting the floor with a sickening thud, but it wasn't enough to stop him. The alternate countered with a right cross that connected with Picard's left temple. The two captains rolled on the floor in a life-and-death wrestling match. Vash watched, frozen in place, as the two men tried to kill each other with their bare hands. Then she noticed the phaser lying on the floor, she also noticed that the two men had rolled passed it several times. She couldn't risk the alternate retrieving it so she cautiously made her way over to it. The alternate noticed her movement out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly changed tactics and threw Picard from him then dove at Vash, tackling her around the legs just as her hand closed around the phaser. The alternate wrenched the phaser from Vash and stood, hauling her up with him. The alternate turned and faced Picard with Vash in one arm and the phaser in his other hand. Both men were winded as they stood staring each other down. "Looks like we're back to square one. Au revoir, Mon Capitaine." He raised the phaser, setting it to its highest setting, and then pointed it at Picard. Vash gasped and closed her eyes tight, not wanting to watch. A distinct whine came from the phaser as the alternate tried to fire it. Instantly, both Picards knew what was happening, the phaser was overloading and was about to explode. The alternate knew he wouldn't even have time to activate his transponder before the explosion. Picard and the alternate communicated with a single glance. The alternate hurled Vash to Picard's waiting arms. Picard flung Vash and himself to the deck, covering her with his own body. The alternate lunged at a trash receptacle in the wall, ripped it open and threw the phaser down into it. He closed the unit, bracing it shut with every ounce of strength he had. The explosion rocked the whole deck. The alternate was thrown halfway across the bay to the floor, the force of the impact breaking his back in several places. His broken, bleeding body lay, half of his ribcage collapsed and bleeding profusely from several wounds where shards of twisted metal had pierced his body. Data forced the doors open and ran inside with Riker, Worf, and a security team following close on his heels. Riker and Data swiftly made their way over to Picard and Vash. "Sir, are you both all right?" Riker asked as he assisted the captain to his feet. Data had already moved to help Vash to her feet. "Fine, Number One," Picard responded; then he noticed his alternate's form lying on the floor not too far from them. It was disturbing to see what looked to be his own body mangled on the floor. Mon Dieu, if it bothered him what would it do to Vash, he turned and was about to block her view, but it was too late. He heard her take in a deep breath and all the blood drained from her face. Leaning against Data, Vash tried to clear her senses. Her head was swimming from chaos of the explosion and then her eyes fell on the body lying on the deck. As she wrenched herself away from Data, a scream ripped from deep inside her, "Oh God . . .No, Jean-Luc . . . No!" Vash took a few steps and fell to her knees next to the alternate sobbing uncontrollably. Picard pulled her away and up into his arms. He cupped her chin in his hand and raised her face to his. "It wasn't me, Vash. I'm right here." Vash looked into his gentle grey eyes and relief flooded over her features. As she laid her head on his shoulder and tried to bring her tears under control, she whimpered, "I thought it was you. Oh Jean-Luc, I thought you were dead." "I know you did, it's all right," he whispered soothingly as he led her away from where the alternate laid. Beverly Crusher raced into the bay and over to the alternate, who was regaining consciousness. Data walked up to them, a concerned expression on his face. "Would you see to Vash, Data?" Picard looked at Vash questioningly. "Go ahead. I'll be fine with Data," Vash assured him. Data offered his arm. She took it and managed a small smile at the android. "Thanks, Data." Picard watched as Data guided Vash across the room to her desk. Data talked to her calmly as he checked her computer. Picard made his way over to the alternate. Dr. Crusher was scanning the alternate. Riker and Worf stood near by. "I don't know if he'll survive," Dr. Crusher answered his question before he could even ask it. Picard knelt down next to the alternate. "You must give me the frequency or Vash will die anyway." Picard warned. The Alternate Picard nodded, he had no intentions of destroying his treasured courtesan. He would escape with the ship schematics and simply return for Vash at a more opportune time. Picard hit his commbadge. "Picard to engineering." "Go ahead, sir," came La Forge's voice. "The code is Picard Alpha Phi, frequency 93019.72," the alternate spoke into Picard's commlink. After a tense minute, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when Geordi's voice came back over the comm. "Got it, warp drive is powering down." "Acknowledged, Mr. LaForge. Cancel red alert." Picard closed the comm channel. The alternate had reached up with one hand and pushed hard against his chest, activating the transponder. He grabbed Picard's uniform collar and pulled himself closer to Picard's face. "You may have won the battle, but the war is far from over. I will be back for her," he snarled. He let go of Picard's uniform, laid back on the deck and disappeared in a flash of light. Picard stood up and looked around at his officers. "That was probably an empty threat made by a dying man. I would appreciate it if it were not mentioned to Vash, it would only frighten her. However, Mr. Worf, please note it in the ship's security logs." "Yes, sir," Worf nodded to his captain. Worf went over to begin debriefing his security team. "Speaking of Vash, I should go see if she needs any medical attention, since my last patient decided he didn't want to stick around for my services," Crusher smiled and shrugged her shoulders as she made her way over, tricorder in hand, to where Vash was standing. "I'm sure it wasn't personal, Doctor," Picard called after her. Data left Vash with Beverly and walked over to where Picard and Riker were talking. Beverly scanned Vash for injuries while they talked. As she ran a dermaplaser over the mark on Vash's neck, Beverly inquired impishly, "Let me guess, curling iron, right?" "Doctor Crusher, you're such a bitch. I like that," Vash giggled, hearing the age-old fib for covering up a hickey. Indicating over to Jean-Luc, Will Riker, and Data, she asked, "Any ideas about what's going on over there?" "Probably a powwow to try to figure out if our friend escaped with any sensitive material," Crusher replied as she finished her scans. "Like these ship schematics he had hidden in my computer?" Vash asked, showing Beverly the disk. "Exactly like those," Beverly quipped, raising an amused eyebrow. "So, I should present these to the Captain with all due haste," Vash matched Beverly's tone. "Immediately," Crusher said with a smile. She added conspiratorially, "And let the games begin." Straightening out her jumpsuit, Vash grinned back at Beverly, "Watch this." "Report, Data," Picard ordered as Data joined Riker and himself. "The ship schematics were hidden in Councilmember Vash's computer terminal. The alternate transferred them directly from Commander Kerrgan's office terminal on Planitia. They have been downloaded to disk." "What did he get away with?" Picard asked. "We do not know exactly, sir," came Data's short reply. "Make a guess, Data." Picard wondered if Data did this to him on purpose. "It is conceivable that he attained all of the schematics for the Enterprise, sir." During this exchange Vash had made her way back over to them. She casually leaned against a near wall and idly toyed with the computer disk. She looked very pleased with herself as she said "Guess again, Data." All three officers turned to look at her. She looked up, smiled sweetly and chirped. "Actually, what he got away with were my lecture notes for Archaeology 101." Vash slowly sauntered up very close to Picard and splayed one hand intimately on his chest. Her expression turned flirtatious and the other hand held the disk up just under his nose. The seductive tone of her bedroom voice insinuated that she was talking about more than the disk. "Is this yours, Captain?" Picard stared down at the enticing sight in front of him. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard. He was aware that his first and second officers were watching with more than a passing interest. He supposed that the entire crew knew about his relationship with Vash. The gossip mill couldn't possibly be that slow. Well, as long as he didn't act like a complete imbecile in front of his crew --or Vash-- the situation was acceptable. "I believe it is," he managed to keep his voice at its normal tone. He took the proffered disk and watched as Vash turned and walked back to her desk. Did she have to walk quite that way? He turned to his first officer and handed him the disk. "Number One, please take this over to Mr. Worf to be disposed of properly." "Of course, sir," Riker grinned knowingly at his captain. He nodded in Vash's direction. "She is something else, isn't she?" "She may be the death of me yet, Number one," Picard sighed as he looked over at Vash. "Well, sir, I can't think of a nicer way to go," Riker chuckled. "Come on, Data." They walked over to the cargo bay door where Worf was now standing with Beverly. Picard walked over to stand in front of Vash. She was beaming at him, her blue eyes sparkling with their usual mischief. He shook his head, his gentle but exasperated tone was that of someone dealing with an errant five year old. "Is it safe to assume that I'm better off not knowing how you accomplished that?" "That would be a safe assumption." Vash looked up into the chiseled features of his handsome face and added, with an arched eyebrow and a come-hither look, "but if you want to spank me for it, I'll bring the cherry body gel." He let his gaze move down her curvaceous silhouette. His eyes rested on the neck line of her tunic. From this angle he had a very nice view. Mon Dieu, but that thing was low cut. He forced his eyes back up to hers. "I think I'll just kiss you." "Like the way you did last night?" Vash murmured. The way he had just been looking at her, along with the memory of that kiss last night, sent a shiver of desire up her spine. Of course, he wouldn't kiss her like that here, not with all of his officers around. She wondered if she could actually entice him enough to do that. "Uh-huh," Picard uttered as he looked at her with a small smile and one raised eyebrow. He was remembering her reaction to that kiss. She had said it was like being made love to. "Right here and right now, in front of all of your officers?" Vash's voice was sultry and challenging. She took a step back and stood up as straight as she could, hands on her hips. Every curve strained against the tight confines of her jumpsuit. "I dare you!" Picard regarded the very tempting vision in front of him. He was the captain of the flagship, and rank had it's privileges. Besides, he could not ignore that challenge or the bewitching way it was delivered. Picard didn't say another word. In a quick series of fluid movements, he reached out with one arm sweeping Vash up against his body and pressed her back against the wall. He cupped her chin tenderly with his other hand, lifting her face to his. He softly brushed his lips against hers as his hand leisurely glided down her neck to her shoulder. He felt her lush lips tremble as he nibbled at them with brief, feather-like kisses. As his lips gently teased hers, his hand continued down the side of her frame to the curve between her waist and her hip. Vash closed her eyes and sighed in anticipation, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She lost herself in the clean, masculine scent of his aftershave and the security she felt in his strong, muscular arms. She ran her hands up and down his chest impatiently while Jean-Luc firmly held her still with both of his hands at her hips. When his mouth finally settled over hers in a gentle, but possessive kiss, her knees gave way and her hands moved to clutch his broad shoulders. The butterflies in her stomach turned to shivers of desire, the sensation spreading throughout her body causing the peaks of her breasts to harden. He slipped his tongue past her parted lips to gently stroke and caress the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. Her entire body felt as if it were made of liquid flames. Wanting more, Vash wound her arms around to splay her hands against the back of his head to pull him closer. As Jean-Luc very slowly deepened the kiss, his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth while his hands slid around to her back to crush her against his powerful frame. Heated waves of arousal coursed over her as his mouth continued to make love to hers. "Oh my God!" Beverly breathed. She grabbed Riker by the shoulders and spun him around to face the direction of the captain. Riker looked up just in time to see the captain sweep Vash into his arms. "Whoa Nellie!" Data and Worf also turned to look. All four officers just stood and watched, stunned. "We really shouldn't stand here and watch," Beverly said quietly. Then, watching the couple she added, "My God, He's good. Now I understand why the French have the reputation they do!" "No, we really shouldn't watch," Riker concurred. He shook his head impressed by what he was seeing. "Everyone calls me the lady's man onboard. As usual he makes me look like a rank amateur." "Is this what Geordi was referring to by 'entertainment value'?" asked Data innocently. "Not exactly." Riker still couldn't tear his eyes from the two of them. "That reminds me, I have someone, I mean, somewhere else to be right now." Worf rumbled and he turned to leave. He hoped Deanna wasn't too busy. Riker shook his head and quietly ordered. "Everyone out!" Everyone filed out quietly. As they stood outside the closed door, Riker turned back and ordered, "computer, erect a level two forcefield at both ends of this corridor authorization Riker omega zero five alpha." "Area secured," the computer promptly reported. Riker smiled and turned to make his way to the bridge. "I will contact Geordi and have a repair team sent to fix the controls for the door at once, sir," Data informed Riker. "Mr. Data, advise Mr. LaForge that repairs to the cargo bay four doors can wait until 0800 tomorrow." END PART 9 -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Awards Tech Support http://www.trekiverse.us/ASCAwards/commenting/ No Tribbles were harmed in the running of these Awards ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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