Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 26 Apr 2004 08:01:11 -0700 In: alt.startrek.creative From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) Title: Nocturnal Transmissions Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com) Series: TNG Repost: 6/7 Rating: NC-17 Codes: P/Vash Synopsis: The evil alternate Picard from the mirror universe returns for Vash. Can Picard stop his counterpart and save the love of his life? Author's Note: Feel free to archive to any pertinent site. In preparation to play in our Double Entendre universe in the coming year, we're reposting the stories from that universe as a refresher (or introduction to those who haven't read our earlier work). These stories have been polished up a bit, but they are still are earliest pieces from when we began writing nearly a decade ago. Edited-down versions of most of our stories can be found through our author page at fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=85355 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 Fan Fiction website is at: 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 5 "What time is it?" Vash asked her husband with a sigh as they headed toward a turbolift late that night. "Around 12:30 am," Picard answered. Not wanting to irritate his wife, he was careful to use civilian terminology. Vash had been pleasant and in good spirits most of the day; however, in the privacy of their quarters, the anxiety and strain started to show as the evening progressed. Picard paused for a moment when they reached the empty turbolift, allowing Vash to enter first. "Sickbay," he told the computer as the doors swooshed shut behind him. He turned to look at Vash. Dressed in a tan, cable-knit sweater that hung to her hips and matching leggings, she leaned against the back wall of the turbolift and crossed her arms over her chest. The tan sweater was his, in fact, it was one of his favorites to wear horseback riding. While pulling it from the drawer, Vash had said she wanted something comfortable to wear. After almost a year of marriage, Picard knew that was 'wifese' for 'I want to wear something of yours.' Over the past year he had become convinced that Eve probably found Adam's fig leaf more comfortable than her own. Discreetly, he let his gaze take in how the cable-knit of the sweater followed the feminine curves of her body. Of course, the damn thing looked much better on her than it did on him. "Vash, Geordi wanted me to warn you that there may be a few seconds between the pulse hitting the alternate's equipment and the termination of the transmission." Picard watched her reaction carefully as he spoke. "The alternate will know what has happened, but it will be too late for him to prevent it. You'll need to be prepared to handle his reaction." "Oh peachy keen," Vash huffed. "Is there a message you'd like me to give your counterpart?" "What kind of message?" Picard asked, already wishing he hadn't. "Maybe something like: Go find your own piece of ass," she hissed angrily. "Halt," Picard called out, stopping the lift between decks. He knew she wasn't angry with him. She was simply lashing out from fear and frustration and he was the best available target. He kept his voice calm and gentle, "You know I would never refer to any woman that way, especially you; besides, it's not exactly ladylike." "Not exactly ladylike," she parroted back. "Well, neither is a blowjob, flyboy, and I've never heard you complain about me giving you one of those." Unable to keep the humor totally out of his voice, Picard raised an eyebrow as he replied, "And you never will." Vash could see the amusement in her husband's gentle grey eyes. Her nerves were shot and she really wanted to throw a good hissy fit. Yet he had the audacity to stand there being wonderful, making it impossible for her to get a real good temper tantrum going. She sighed, "You're not going to fight with me are you?" Picard shook his head no. "Damn." Vash let her head fall back against the wall with an audible thump. "Sorry," Picard said, simply to appease her, not sorry at all about cheating her out of a fight. "No, I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a little tense." Vash ran her fingers through her hair exasperatedly. "Only a little?" Picard quipped. Then, suddenly getting serious, "Are you sure you want to go through with this? We can still buy some time to look for other options." "If we block the transmission, he'll just turn off the machine and wait for a more opportune moment." She didn't like the choice she had, but she couldn't argue the logic. "Most likely," Picard agreed. He walked over to where she stood against the turbolift wall. Tenderly, he cupped her cheek with his palm as his other hand stroked her hair. Slipping his thumb under her chin to bring her gaze up to his, he murmured "there is a message." "What," Vash whispered, breathless. "He can't have you." With that, Picard's mouth descended to crush her lips beneath his. As his lips claimed hers, he used the hand that had been cupping her cheek to force open her mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue began a thorough exploration of the warm, moist cavern, claiming everything in it's path. One hand moved around to the back of her head, entangling itself in her silky hair to push her lips closer to his; the other hand moved to the small of her back to push her hips into closer proximity with his own straining hips. "Turbolift is still halted. Is there a problem?" The computer's interruption startled both of them. "No, no problem. Resume." Picard bent down to resume kissing his now-very-amused wife. ................................................ In sickbay, Geordi, Data, and Barclay were making last minute adjustments to the equipmen and Dr. Crusher and Nurse Ogawa were preparing the center diagnostic bed. Data looked up as Vash and Picard entered the room. As Data approached the couple, Picard greeted him, "Report, Mr. Data." "All equipment is in place and operational, sir," Data responded. "Dr. Crusher has prepared the center diagnostic bed for Vash." Beverly walked up and placed a comforting hand on Vash's shoulder. "Ready?" "As much as I'll ever be," Vash shrugged. "Status, Beverly." Picard tightened his arm around Vash's waist. "All the equipment has been successfully interfaced. Using Data's analyses, I have reconfigured the isolation field on the biobed to block the transmissions as well as any attempt at transport as an additional safeguard." "Excellent," Picard commended both officers. Picard glanced at the doors as Will Riker entered sickbay. "Hi, Will," Vash smiled up at him as he approached her. "Hi, sweetheart," Riker returned her smile and then nodded to his commanding officer. "Sir." "Number One, I thought you would be asleep," Picard addressed his first officer. "And let Data and Geordi hog all the glory of saving the queen?" Riker appeared incredulous. "Not a chance." "There is only ninety minutes left until estimated time of transmission. Is Mrs. Picard going to be able to fall asleep within that time, under these conditions?" Barclay asked from where he was working. "After all the years she spent as a field archaeologist, I imagine Mrs. Picard can fall asleep under almost any conditions. I've seen her fall asleep in the middle of a poker game," Riker teased. "Only to give you a fighting chance, Ace," Vash quipped. "Isn't it past your majesty's bedtime?" Riker raised an eyebrow at her. Vash responded by sticking her tongue out at him. "And on that note," Picard picked Vash up and placed her on the diagnostic bed. "I'll leave you in Beverly's capable hands while we make a last check of the equipment." Picard dropped a quick kiss on Vash's forehead before he and the others headed over to the far side of the room. Running a medical scanner over Vash, Beverly shook her head and gently told her patient, "Vash, you're going to need to calm yourself down considerably if you expect to get to sleep anytime soon." Settling herself down on the biobed, she looked up at her friend, "So basically I'm supposed to hurry up and calm down." "That would be the idea," Beverly replied as she made adjustments to the bed's sensors. "Should I prepare a hypospray, Doctor?" Ogawa asked. "Not yet, Alyssa. I'd rather she try to get to sleep naturally first. We'll give it an hour before using a sedative," Beverly instructed. "Vash, why don't you try counting backward from one hundred." "Never works," Vash replied. "Maybe, if we left her and the captain alone," Ogawa began. "Does the captain have any tricks to help you get to sleep. Maybe if he counted backward from one hundred?" "In that bedroom baritone? I want her calmed down, not turned on," Beverly teased, winking at Vash. Beverly jumped slightly as she heard the aforementioned baritone from directly behind her. "And here I thought you ladies were completely enraptured with the wisdom of my words during staff meetings." Ogawa mouthed to Vash "he knows?" "The voice? Oh yeah, he knows," Vash answered from the bed. "Quit teasing Beverly and get over here. Beverly wants you to use your magic to get me to sleep without using a sedative." "Your wish is my command, beloved." With an exaggerated bow, Picard waved Beverly and Ogawa away. "Dim lights." As sickbay darkened, Jean-Luc walked up to the side of the bed. Eyeing the biobed and her lying on it he whispered, "I suppose our usual ritual to help you sleep is out of the question here?" "I didn't realize you had such exhibitionist tendencies, Johnny," Vash laughed softly. "Roll over," Jean-Luc urged her. "Jean-Luc!" "I'm going to give you a backrub, darling," Picard explained patiently. "Oh." Vash twisted herself around to lie on her stomach. Picard moved her hair aside and began tenderly massaging her shoulders. He could feel the tension in the muscles there. His strong hands moved along her back, working the stress and strain out of her as they went. Gradually, he felt her relax under his ministrations until, finally, she went completely limp. Ever-so-gently, he moved a lock of hair out of her face, so peaceful in sleep, and brushed a kiss along her cheek. ........................................... End Part 6 -- 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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