"Midnight Margueritas: Don't Know What You've Got 'Til It's Gone"

Lieutenant Brennyn Scott; Ship's Counselor
Lieutenant j.g. Mason Farrell; Operations Officer
Petty Officer Third Class Luis Espinoza; Operations Crewman
Crewman Second Class Jennifer Hamilton; Operations Crewman

Location: USS Sulu, Lounge
Stardate: 57910.28 00h05

***

"Okay, here's the way the equation works," Espinoza said, setting a wide salt-rimmed glass of yellow-green slush in front of Bree, and topping it with a tiny umbrella. "A reasonably attractive woman, maybe not as attractive as you, but attractive, is walking down the street, and a hot guy in a hotter gravcar pulls up, points to the top floor of the local resort hotel, and says 'Excuse me, but I find you very attractive and would like to make love to you in my penthouse suite.' How many women go for it, out of ten?"

Bree considered it for a moment, grinning as she thought. Despite being a sexist pig, Espinoza knew how to make her laugh. "Well, as much as I hate to sell out the sisterhood, I'd say two, maybe three."

"Okay," Espinoza held up a finger. "A reasonably attractive man, maybe not as attractive as me, but attractive, is walking down the street, and an ordinary woman in a beaten up hauler pulls up, points to a run-down duplex, and says 'Hey sexy, wanna come back to my place and go a few?' How many men go for it, out of ten?"

Without missing a beat and completely deadpan, Bree replied, "All of them, of course."

"That's right," Espinoza nodded. "Espinoza's Theorem: men always go for it."

Bree wanted to debate it, had opened her mouth in fact to do so. But each time, she frowned, unable to think of one man on the Sulu who hadn't "gone for it" and asked questions later. And then there was Amy...

Like most nights at this hour, the ship's lounge was quiet. As she sipped from her drink Bree couldn't help but recall the last time she sat here with all sorts of emotions roiling inside her, chiefly among them, anger and frustration at a job that never ended and a road less travelled.

Scott might have felt embarrassed to be here were this evening not about something other than relaxation and reflection. Tonight she had to say goodbye to Ainsley. Even the staff seemed much more somber tonight than they had ever been, somehow sensing that something was about to change. Bree mused this would certainly be true for one person in particular.

"Set 'em up," came the familiar twang from down the bar.

Bree turned, and as expected, Mason was beside her, taking a glass from Espinoza. When he looked her way, she smiled wanly. "Thanks for inviting me tonight. I promise, no more excitement."

"That's the problem," Farrell mused, sipping thoughtfully.

Espinoza looked bleak. "So, uh. . . no transfer?"

Farrell looked at him. Espinoza looked down and busied himself wiping the bar. Farrell looked back to his drink.

"Sir?" Hamilton's voice came from the other side of Farrell.

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," he said. "No," he corrected. "I don't know," and he took another drink.

Bree looked over at him and nodded. "I'll miss her too, Mason."

"Yeah," he mumbled, not looking back.

"You know," Hamilton said, but had to start the sentence again, a sign that she didn't entirely believe it. "You know what they say about absence and the heart growing fonder and all that."

"Yeah," Farrell finished his drink, and waved Espinoza to the empty glass.

Scott looked to Espinoza and gestured toward Farrell. "So tell me, is this another male ritual too, to get so drunk that instead of seeing the girl off the next day, you're hunched over the commode saying goodbye to a lung because going to sickbay for help would mean facing the wrath of everyone's favorite Bajoran?"

"Yeah," Espinoza and Farrell said in unison, as Espinoza poured. "But, for what it's worth," Espinoza continued as Farrell drank, "it's synthaholic, so no driving the big white shuttle in the morning. Just forgettin' tonight."

"And she's gone already," Farrell muttered.

Bree turned her head toward Farrell, eyes wide, interrupted mid-sip. "What?" She set her drink down on the bar with a loud and definitive clunk.

"The Nightingale's pulling out any time. They're in preflight. We said goodbyes, and she's loading right now."

"Whoa, now wait a minute," Scott replied, "she thinks she's just going to leave without saying goodbye and having one last drink?"

"She said goodbye," Farrell mumbled, talking more to his glass than to anyone in particular. "She said goodbye, I said goodbye. We both got a little weepy. The romantic soundtrack played. The whole bit." He slugged back another mouthful. "It's probably better this way."

"Well, tickety-boo, then," replied Scott, returning to her drink. Ainsley hadn't come by to say goodbye to her one last time, but she supposed it was better not to have another drawn out goodbye.

"Tickety-boo?" asked Espinoza, a smile starting.

Bree looked at him with an innocent twinkle in her eye. "What?"

"What's a tickety-boo?"

Bree shrugged and smiled. "How the hell should I know? Use your imagination!"

"The last time a woman asked me to use my imagination, we didn't come up for air until the end of shore leave," Espinoza grinned.

"Spent your whole shoreleave alone in bed dreaming, did you, Luis?" quipped Bree.

"Aw, that's cold, counselor," Luis cracked back.

Scott held up the chilled glass. "What'd you expect?"

"You need something warmer?" he asked mischievously.

Bree smiled and licked her lips suggestively. "Thanks, Luis, but I need something that'll last more than a few pulls."

"All night long, counselor," Espinoza said, refreshing her glass nonchalantly. "All night long."

Bree rolled her eyes. "Great, just like a mechanical rabbit. Fast, and repetitive."

"That hurts, counselor," Espinoza grinned. "Besides, fast and repetitive ain't bad, so long as it's my tongue."

"Ugh!" Bree pushed her drink away from her. "You got a good thing going there, Luis. The 'Espinoza Weight Loss Plan.' It's the best aversion therapy I've ever heard. God knows you've ruined all my appetites."

"See how this is, boss?" Espinoza turned to Farrell. "You're the only person on board who can actually impress a counselor."

Farrell actually chuckled and shook his head before taking another drink.

Brennyn touched Espinoza on the forearm. "Why thank you, Luis, I think we've managed to accomplish my mission! Mason Farrell is laughing."

"Y'all keep sneakin' up on me," Farrell murmured with a smile. Espinoza looked confused, but covered it quickly.

"Well," replied Brennyn, batting her eyes in an exaggerated fashion, "subtlety is one of my specialties."

Farrell chuckled again, then calmed and considered his drink with a sigh. "This is gonna be hard."

"It will be," Bree admitted, "but if you two love each other, you'll make it work."

"And you still have friends," Hamilton said, encouraging.

"You'll always be the boss," Espinoza added.

"Boss of the bar?" asked Farrell wryly.

"Well, better than being the boss of nothing," Espinoza shrugged. "You want to talk about somebody who's the boss of nothing, how about the Counselor here?"

"Excuse me?" replied Scott, slightly offended. "I still have a staff here on Sulu. What? Did you think it was just the two of us dealing with the entire crew?"

"No no no, that's not what I meant," Espinoza said, holding up his hands apologetically. "What I mean is, unless there's something really heavy going on, counseling doesn't really get included for anything."

Brennyn smiled sweetly. She almost felt sorry for the guy, for she sensed he was trying to connect with her, to commiserate on some level, and he was failing miserably. He would be kinda cute if it weren't for the dirt piling up around him from the hole he was digging for himself. "So what you're saying is, if counseling isn't somehow tasked with something which directly affects our current assignment, we're what? Bored?"

"Aren't ya?" the bartender shrugged, fixing Hamilton another glass.

"No," answered Bree incredulously. "Do you think people's problems begin and end with our assignments? You of all people should know there's more to Starfleet life than simply carrying out orders, Luis." And she gestured to the people gathered in the lounge. "We're a living, breathing, community here, complete with marital problems, nightmares, midlife crises, vocational issues...you name it. Chances are, if you've got it, I've probably already seen it, dealt with it, or bitched about it," she replied, smiling.

"I realize it's not one of the glamorous departments seen in the recruitment vids, but as I tell my staff," and she ticked each one off on her fingers, "your ability to lead, fly the ship, protect and defend the crew, manage our resources, analyze the anomalies we encounter, and to perform neurosurgery won't mean jack if you're so depressed you can't get out of bed in the morning. And even if your CO orders it, who's to say you're in the frame of mind to deal with whatever might come your way?" She shook her head. "I wish I had time to be bored." Especially with this crew, she thought to herself.

"Well, counselor," Espinoza said, after digesting her speech for a moment, "If you ever get down, feel free to come on out here to the lounge, and I'll feed you 'til you're better. How 'bout that?"

Bree winked sly and touched him on the forearm seductively. "Thanks Luis, but I'm already fed enough shit by my patients every shift." She smiled, and the twinkle in her eyes indicated she was clearly teasing.

"Aw, that's cold." Espinoza smiled back at Scott, and looked to Farrell for support. Farrell only shook his head and smiled.

"But I'll tell you what," she continued. "If you ever want to learn how to deal with your masculine insecurities, you know where to find me."

Espinoza was stunned a moment, and then looked slightly affronted, but at least he could be affronted with a smile. "I am appalled," he chuckled. "My offer was totally genuine, counselor. I--" he broke off, lost for words. "I--"

"Luis," Farrell finally spoke into Espinoza's stuttering.

"Give it up?" Espinoza asked.

"Or give her more to drink," Hamilton snarked.

Bree snorted. "What kind of cheap hussy do you think I am? Break out the lobster."

And all four shared the laugh.

---

"Sleepless on the Sulu"
By: Lt. JG Shirik Lektar, Operations
Lt. Saavar, Science

Location: Saavar's quarters
Stardate: 57910.28, 00h20

***

Shirik knew she wouldn't sleep. She had taken the last of the pills given to her by Bree Scott and hadn't yet formulated how to get more. She'd worked a double shift, both in Operations and Engineering, and was exhausted, but she knew she would only find another nightmare waiting her if she closed her eyes.

But nightmares and unpleasant sleep wasn't the only reason she found herself outside Saavar's door. She'd been avoiding him, and that wasn't right. She didn't want to avoid him any more, and she'd missed his company quite a bit.

She was still in uniform, having just come off duty as she knew he had, the new half-pip perched on her collar. She hadn't bothered to change but went right to his quarters after shift. She looked worn out and a bit on the thin side, with bags beginning to form under her eyes from the lack of peaceful sleep. She raised her hand to ring the chime and waited.

Saavar was in the fresher when his chime sounded. When he asked the computer who was at his door, and was told it was Lieutenant Lektar, he raised one brow at her promotion and told the computer to admit her. He had only just stepped into the shower.

The door swished open for Shirik. The lights were dimmed, but Saavar wasn't immediately evident until she heard the sonic shower running.

She knew through their bond where he was even before she heard the shower. She suddenly wished she had taken the time to shower herself before her arrival, but she hadn't even thought about it at the time. She just wanted to come see him. She moved to the replicator and ordered a raktajino before settling herself on the sofa to sip at it and wait for him.

She didn't have to wait long. Saavar stepped naked from the shower alcove and gave her a smile as he proceeded to locate suitable clothing. "You have been promoted," he observed. "Congratulations." He stood before his dresser and chose a light-weight robe of violet and black design. He also noted that she had chosen to sit on the sofa rather than a chair, and she was drinking raktajino even though she looked extremely tired.

The sight of him as he moved naked around the room brought a smile to her lips. "Thank you," she said. "I've also been moved to Beta shift effective today, so our schedules coincide now." She watched him dress as she sipped at the hot beverage, and it helped alleviate her exhaustion somewhat.

"Have you dined this evening?" he asked her. He knew that she hadn't, but it was polite to ask. The smile on her face was a welcome sight for the Vulcan. He walked to the sofa and sat, facing her; one leg under the other and an arm draped across the sofa back. His grey eyes watched her.

"No," she said, "but I'm not really hungry, either." She set down her mug and sidled closer to him, settling herself next to him and sliding her arms around him. "I've missed you," she said quietly as his arms slipped easily around her.

"I too have missed you," he said softly close to her ear. He pulled her a little tighter, reclining as he got more comfortable so that she lay against his chest, cradled by his body. "I have been concerned for your welfare," he admitted as he reached up and stroked her cheek. The contact opened their bond and she could see just how concerned he'd been, yet he had given her the space she needed to come to him on her own. It had taken a great deal of personal self-control on behalf of Saavar. His mind was open to her and she could feel the comfort he wanted to provide.

She closed her eyes with a smile as she relaxed, letting herself sink into the warm comfort of the bond and his arms. "No need for concern," she murmured. "I'm fine." But she knew that wasn't true, and he knew it, too. "I will be fine," she amended. She was grateful for his concern, and eager to soak up all the comfort he would give. "I didn't want to be alone tonight."

"You are never alone," he replied gently as he sheltered her in his arms. His mind surrounded her in warmth and comfort, yet did not press to open the bond further. He could feel her mental discomfort, and he knew that it was not directed at him.

She hugged him tightly and for a time said nothing, slowly relaxing and beginning to feel tired once more. "I haven't been sleeping well," she admitted quietly. "I have nightmares..."

"Yes," he whispered. "I can feel them." It had been the same as Tagliesh, her dreams washed through his mind at night, vague visions rather than the intensity of the fever dreams of Ponn Farr. Even so, Saavar knew the night held terror for her. Shirik was proud, and waiting for her to seek help was necessary. "You will be safe with me...I can assist your sleep if you desire. Take away the dreams. It is a simple matter, but you have to want to do it of your own free will." His voice was a lullaby softness as his fingers stroked her back in a soothing pattern.

She nodded against him, snuggling closer. "Yes, definitely," she said quietly, wanting the dreams gone and not even thinking about how it might be done or what consequences there might be. She was momentarily startled by the thought that he might have seen what was in her dreams, and embarrassed by them. But that faded in the face of her relief and curiosity. "Have you ever had bad dreams?" she asked, thinking it unlikely but wanting to know just the same.

"Yes," he breathed, "when I was a child and unskilled...I often dreamed. Childish fears," he whispered. "The fever dreams...they are the worst." He kissed her brow tenderly. "I have sorely missed you," he admitted. "I feared that you would not come to me again."

His kiss and the emotions behind it brought another smile to her lips. She opened her eyes to gaze up at him. "Why would you think that?" she whispered, raising a hand to brush his cheek lightly.

"I know your feelings toward T'Kal, and I sense your dilemma with our bond. I do not wish to cause you discomfort." His grey eyes were unfathomable.

"My feelings towards him are irrelevant," she said quietly. "You do not cause me discomfort, far from it." Her fingers traced the line of his jaw to his chin. "I would never wish to hurt you, Saavar. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I know," he replied, "I do not think your feelings toward him are irrelevant. On the contrary, they are very relevant. You desire to be his mate, and therefore do not consider alternates." He brushed his palm against her cheek. "I am simply an alternative."

"I am very aware of that," she said softly, "and I must consider alternatives, since my desires are moot. But I cannot change my feelings, Saavar. I can only endure them and hope that in time they will release me." She paused, her eyes falling closed once more. "I owe you more than I can ever repay, and at times I feel unworthy of you."

"You owe me nothing," he said gently. "Your worthiness is judged in my eyes, not yours and I consider you of great worth. It is possible to change your feelings. One has only to break them down into precise and logical components and examine each element and the validity of each. For example, you are physically attracted to him, but you are also physically attracted to me. Therefore it is a simple fact of aesthetic appeal that bears no real significance as it relates to him or any other male who happens to have a similar physical model. It is a matter of your biology. You are attracted to males with the best possible physical characteristics in order for you to bear offspring that will also be physically attractive, strong and aesthetic."

She laughed softly. "Is that what you did? Logically decide that you love me?" she smiled. "There are a lot of males on board I consider attractive, but I don't have feelings for all of them. Analyzing the physical part of attraction is easy, it's the emotional part that's difficult. But at the moment, I find myself not very interested in analyzing anything..." she stifled a yawn.

"I know," he smiled, once again wrapping her securely in his arms. "It was a distraction," he admitted. "You laughed." Saavar sounded pleased. "You require food, and a shower, and some meditation and then uninterrupted sleep. I will ensure that you do so. For the moment, you may remain as we are. I am enjoying the intimacy." He used the word as if it was strange.

"Oh yes, all that does sound very nice," she said with a pleased sigh. "Yeah... me too." Her hand left his face to slide down his chest and slip inside his robe. She rested her palm against the warm flesh underneath, her fingers lightly stroking his skin as she breathed in his freshly-bathed scent.

Saavar sighed, and totally relaxed. "Computer, lights off," he said just loud enough for the computer to recognise it as a command. The lighting snapped off and left them with the star light coming in through Saavar's view port. The streaking lines of the Sulu at warp slid past. Neither of them needed extra illumination. The Vulcan was content to remain silent, the warmth of Shirik's body and the soft hand that stroked his skin was pleasing. He watched the starlight, slowing his breathing and meditating upon the caress of their bond as it stole through both of them like a warm breeze. It carried her scent, the flavor of her mind, her essence and as he broadened the bond, exploring its facets she too could feel his mind and the emotions within.

Shirik felt warm and safe and very comfortable, a combination it seemed like forever since she'd known. Snuggled against Saavar, surrounded by the warmth of his body and his mind, she relaxed and drifted into sleep.

---

"Into the Sunset"
By: Lieutenant Commander Jabari Zareb; Engineering Consultant
Lieutenant j.g. Ilan Potts; Counselor
Ensign Ainsley Chambers; Counselor
Ensign Sanat Vijay; Flight Control Officer
Cadet D'alla Cox

Location: USS Nightingale passenger module
Stardate: 57910.28 00h35

***

"Mister Vijay," Zareb's voice carried weight even over an intercom. "We have a lit indicator on the cargo compartment. If you please?"

"Yes, sir," Sanat replied as he passed the odd pair moving into the passenger module, and carried on to the cargo area.

"Here we are, my dear," Potts said, bustling about getting Cox seated.

"Hi," Ainsley commented with a smile.

"Well, we're checked out," Vijay said, poking his head into the compartment. "All buttoned up?"

"We are," Ainsley nodded, glancing from Potts to Cox and to the safely stowed duffels. "Thank you."

Vijay stayed in the doorway, his eyes introspectively on the deck.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"Are you ok?" Vijay blurted. Potts was lost in his reverie, but Vijay caught Cox looking, and looked away. "I'm sorry, Counselor, I--"

"Ainsley," she corrected gently.

"Pardon?"

"Ainsley. Call me Ainsley. We're ranked equal. And we're friends. No need to stand on ceremony here," she said.

Sanat arched an eyebrow. "Very well. Ainsley." He nodded. "Are you alright?"

Ainsley sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind an ear while she took a deep breath. "All things considered? No."

"Why are you going?" Vijay asked softly.

"Why are you going?" she returned, even softer.

Vijay studied her for a time. "I go where I'm needed," he said.

"So do I."

"Mason needs you," said Sanat. Ainsley met his eyes sharply, but was interrupted by the intercom.

"Mister Vijay," Zareb's voice came over the intercom again. "Please check the main hatch one last time. We have an indicator lit."

"Yes, sir," Vijay responded to the ceiling. He was turning when Ainsley stopped him.

"Sanat?" she asked.

He turned back, trying very hard to stay stoic.

"Mason supports this."

"I know," Sanat said. "But part of it just doesn't make sense. Excuse me," he murmured, heading for the hatch.

Ainsley sat back heavily, and pressed her palms to her eyes. She hadn't expected it to be this hard. Medical had always held more promise to her than counseling--the study course was just longer, and she'd had a late enough start into Starfleet already. She remembered the conversation they'd had about it. He had told her to be strong. But who knew strength would hurt so badly?

"Acceptance to Starfleet Medical is a huge opportunity," Mason had said.

"But you and I just got started, really," she protested. "I don't want to leave."

"Well, I can certainly try and transfer. I doubt I'll get the permission, but I can try."

"I don't want to go until you can too," she'd argued. With his record there was no telling when that would be. What a horrid dilemma.

He had laughed. "Don't get cold feet on me, Ainsley. We love each other. Even if it takes some time to work a transfer, I'll catch up to you. But you can't pass up the chance at medical. It's what you want. I'll be okay."

"I'll miss you," she had said, wrapping her arms around him tight.

"Be strong," he kissed her forehead. "I'll miss you too. But you'll hate yourself if you don't go. So go. I'll find you."

Now, on the Nightingale, Ainsley sighed, sniffed, and looked at the compartment ceiling. She mentally considered the fine steelcloth ribbon on her ankle, inside her boot. That much of Mason would always be with her, she knew. Be strong, he had said. But who knew strength would hurt so badly?

"Excuse me," said a familiar voice from the doorway. "Got room in there for one more?"

Her head snapped to the speaker, her eyes went wide, and she was across the tiny compartment and into Mason's arms in less than a heartbeat.

"You've only been gone thirty minutes," Mason whispered when the kiss broke.

"I've missed you," she said, laughing with him. Then she pulled back slightly, aware of Cox and Potts watching. "What are you doing here?"

"Coming with you."

"But your transfer. . ." she shook her head slightly, looking in his eyes for reasons.

"The Captain changed his mind," Mason grinned. "It was the damndest thing. I was all ready to drown my sorrows, and I got called to his office. He handed me the transfer order, and said, and I quote: 'Go get her.' "

"Go get her?" she asked, quirking a wry face.

"Ha!" Potts exclaimed. "Love does conquer all!"

"Go get her," Mason affirmed, shooting Potts a smile. "Maybe I misjudged Salinger. He can certainly see when people are into something special."

"Passengers Secure?" Vijay's voice came over the intercom. He sounded much happier than he had when he left the compartment.

"Yes, Sanat," Ainsley answered, looking at Mason. "We're secure."

They got into seats while Vijay answered, "All compartments secure. We are clear for departure."

"So where are you being transferred to?" Ainsley asked as the Nightingale lurched up and forward, out of the Sulu shuttlebay.

"Starbase One, to start," Mason answered. "I have no idea how long it'll last, but it's a step in the right direction."

"You'd better behave yourself, then," Ainsley warned playfully.

"In general, or just for this flight?" Mason winked.

---

"Third Time's a Charm"
By: Lt. Terrance Fletcher, Chief Medical Officer, USS Sulu

Location: Various
Stardate: 57910.28, 06h50

FIRST

***Starbase 635 and USS Sentinel***

Smiling at the attendant, Terrance rose from his seat in the shuttle. He had been there for the last few hours after transferring at Starbase 324, where he had been for the last few days, waiting for transport to Starbase 635.

"Did you have a nice trip, sir?" the attendant asked, smiling broadly. She had a natural charm that intensified the smile. Terrance smiled back and nodded. She was attractive - that was a certainty - but Terrance was too tired. He didn't have the energy, even to flirt.

Letting his mind wander as he went about leaving the shuttle and entering the station, Terrance thought about the events that had landed him where he was now.

It seemed not too long ago that Terrance was an Ensign, serving as a temporary Medical Officer onboard the USS Davies after transferring off the USS Magellan. His tenure on the USS Davies had ended when the ship docked at Starbase 324, and Terrance had received a relayed message from Starfleet. Terrance forgot exactly how the message went, he must have been too excited, but he remembered the general gist. He was to report to Starbase 635 and go onboard the USS Sentinel, where he was to be promoted to the rank of Lieutenant JG, and serve as the Assistant Chief of Medical.

Stepping through a scanner as Terrance walked through the gates into Starbase 635, Terrance's tiredness was replaced by a renewed excitement. The new pip on his collar nagged as if to emphasize the point. Unused to its weight, Terrance had been thrilled to know about his promotion. So had his family, the first chance he got to tell them. Terrance again smiled, this time to himself, as he remembered his conversation with home.

"What? You got promoted? Well that's just great!" Charlotte's shrill voice filled his head. "Mum and dad would be damn happy! I'll tell as soon as they get back - have you got any idea what time it is?" Terrance had shaken his head. It had not occurred to him to check.

"You're darn unlucky. It's just past nine in the morning here. Mum's got this really important case she's working on - been at the office since seven! Dad's not here either. Joe Whitney - that old pub owner, remember him? - well he had a heart attack and dad had to rush out there earlier. Harriet's off to school." Charlotte's voice trailed off, just before Terrance interrupted.

"I haven't got long, sis. Just called to tell you the news and say hi. I've got to catch a transport tomorrow morning and I better turn in soon. Tell everyone I said hi and hope they're all fine. Cheers, C."

"Right then, T. Call us later, yeah?" It wasn't until Terrance assured her for the tenth time that he would call again that she had ended the communication.

Sighing at the memories, Terrance took a hold of his luggage and made his way to the transporter room. He hoped he would be able to report aboard the Sentinel before that evening. The memory of the conversation soon slipped from his mind. It had taken place four days ago. That transport had never come, it had been forced to depart to Clark Colony for repairs, and Terrance had had to wait another two days before another came.

Terrance had hung around a local bar at Starbase 324, a small smoky little dump that was a popular hangout for pilots, traders and other Starfleet personnel. It was a real melting pot, with species from all over the Federation, none wanting to stay long, and all eager for their awaited transports to arrive.

By the end of his stay, Terrance had been on familiar terms with most of the waitresses and the proprietor. Even though Terrance didn't stay long, he still couldn't shake the feeling of being uprooted and sent somewhere else where he had to start all over again. But he didn't mind. He could adapt. He hoped.

After checking into the transporter room, and going through the necessary checks, Terrance took his place on one of the foremost pads. His gear had already been sent up and all that he carried on him was his tricorder. Fiddling with it nervously, he nodded to the Engineering officer at the control consoles.

Starbase 635 disappeared from around him, and before him materialized his new home, the USS Sentinel.

SECOND

***Starbase 60 and USS Firehawk***

The tingling feeling of the transporter greeted Terrance again. It had been busy these last few days. Terrance had been rushed from a brief reunion with his family on Earth to Starbase 60, where he was to report to the USS Firehawk. The Firehawk was currently docked at the Starbase.

Upon materializing on to the transporter deck of Starbase 60, Terrance received a cold feeling of déjà vu. It was not all that long ago that he had done the same thing at Starbase 635 and the Sentinel. He had only been fated to spend six months there before the ship was decommissioned. He sincerely hoped it would not be the same with the Firehawk.

Walking briskly down the new corridors of Starbase 60, Terrance caught his reflection in the polished windows. His looks had not changed much since before - with the exception of a fine stubble growth on his chin (he had spent all night on a merchant transport making his way to Starbase 60 and had not had much time or comfort - he did not wish to cut himself whilst shaving there). Rubbing his hand over the rough growth Terrance merely shrugged to himself and continued. It did not make him look too unkempt - in fact it added a rugged touch to him. At least he was still presentable.

Making his way to the small Replicator block, Terrance absentmindedly picked some lint from his uniform. He would be reporting aboard the Firehawk soon and he wished to look presentable to the Commanding, or failing that, the Executive Officer as well as the Chief Medical Officer.

Terrance's mouth watered as the machine dispensed a cupful of rich, dark, aromatic coffee. Almost instantly, as if triggered by the smell alone, Terrance's mind sharpened. Terrance could not function in the mornings without a cup of coffee, let alone report to a new starship.

Sipping his coffee carefully (for it was very hot - just the way he liked it), Terrance found a secluded corner and sat down, enjoying the coffee and the brief moment of free time. His hectic night was soon forgotten. He knew that soon he would be busy again and he looked forward to it. The Firehawk was completely unknown to him, but it was to be his life for however long it wanted.

Emptying and throwing out the cup, Terrance made his way back to the transporter deck. Now he was ready for the Firehawk. His belongings, including his tricorder, were already aboard. Terrance nodded to the transporter operator and in a procedure he had been through a thousand times, he was beamed to the USS Firehawk.

THIRD

***Cicero, Federation Shuttle and USS Sulu***

Terrance squinted as the harsh florescent lights awoke him. Stretching back into his seat as he stifled a yawn, Terrance took a look out of the shuttle window. The Intrepid Class Starship, USS Sulu, lay in space before him, a beacon in the empty darkness. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Terrance got up to get some coffee. He was not even going to start contemplating anything until he had some caffeine in him.

His mind cleared with the first sip of the brown liquid. He carefully took the mug back to his seat in the near-empty shuttle. To his knowledge he was the only passenger on board. Which to him was mysterious. How was this Federation efficiency? A whole shuttle was needed to transport one man? He shook his head. It did not matter, because however mysterious it was, it did not even compare to the mystery of how he came to be here now.

It had happened a few months back. Starfleet had been making overtures for him to come back to active duty for five whole years, ever since Terrance had decided to re-enter university. But it was not until he had his Doctorate in Microbiology, a particular goal of his, that he finally relented to Starfleet's requests. What had followed was a slow but steady process of getting him acclimatized to active duty.

He had not minded that in the least. But a few weeks ago, Starfleet had put the rush on him. Apparently something had happened to a Dr. Sefton, the CMO of the USS Sulu and he was needed urgently as her replacement. The details of the issue were totally unclear to Terrance, and the blur of events that followed were just as unclear. He had transferred to numerous shuttles and transports and Starbases and he had been raced to the USS Sulu in record time. The Cicero, the Shuttle that Terrance was on now, had been requisitioned solely for his use.

And now he was here, Terrance thought as he looked out the window again. The Sulu gleamed as a chance ray of light hit her. He was to be her new Chief Medical Officer, which surprised him a little. He had not seen active duty for five years and Starfleet made him the CMO of an Intrepid Class Starship? He hoped that his Assistant CMO, his Head Nurse and the rest of the Medical staff would be able to help him get settled quickly.

He caught his reflection in the glass. His hair was all over the place, he had bags under his eyes, dark stubble under his chin and he had slept in his uniform. He hardly looked like a Starfleet Officer, let alone a Chief Medical Officer. He gave a resigned sigh at the hopelessness of his appearance. He didn't have time to fix himself up anyway, the shuttle had steadily approached the Sulu whilst he was lost in his thoughts and the ship's hull now filled his field of vision. It was time to go.

He had done this so many times before in his youth and each time the emotions were the same. But now he was older, and he hoped somewhat wiser than he was before. The Sulu was probably going to be his third and final major commission before his retirement. He took in the last of his coffee with a final swig and headed aft to the transporter pad. Smoothing a crease out of the uniform he had slept in, Terrance nodded. A tingling feeling enveloped his body and the Sulu materialized around him.

---

"A New Day"
By: Ensign Alexia Johnstone, Nurse
Ensign Amy Reese, Nurse

Location: USS Sulu, Sickbay
Stardate: 57910.28, 14h00

***

Peeking her head around the corner, Amy spied Ensign Johnstone through the window of the doctor's office, mulling over a datapad and nursing a mug of some steaming brew. She wasn't entirely certain why the Head Nurse would need to speak with her, but Amy posited that it had something to do with her current problems and Johnstone's fears that she was no longer competent to handle a position in sickbay. Hesitantly, and trembling in anxiety, she activated the doorchime. When the call to enter came, she paused to steady her breathing, then took that difficult step forward. "Ensign Reese...reporting as ordered," she whispered. Somehow, formality seemed warranted considering what she might face.

Lexi was lost in her work when Amy reported to her. Her mind was occupied with rostering issues, trying to juggle them after the many changes that had occurred during the last mission. She hadn't quite come to grips with the idea that she was Acting Head Nurse, and was likely to be for some time.... at least until a replacement was found, but was accepting it slowly. It's just my luck, she thought to herself, to get rotated into the position, then get stuck in it! She cast her mind over the remaining nursing staff, wondering whether there was anyone suitable to take over from her. Off the top of her head, she wasn't sure.

Lexi knew some of what Amy Reese had been through, and that she had been taken off duty as a result, but with the staffing shortages, she desperately needed to know how Amy was, and what was happening with her at present. This was one of the reasons that she had asked for a meeting with Amy; the other was that Lexi suspected that the other woman was in need of some friends, and Lexi liked and admired her, and hoped that Amy would come to see her as one.

At the sound of the other woman's voice, Lexi glanced up to the door. "Hi, Amy," she said with a genuine smile. "Come in, please, and make yourself comfortable."

Amy murmured acknowledgement and did attempt to seat herself comfortably, but she only appeared stiff and awkward. "Before you start, Ensign," she said timidly, "I just...I want to assure you that I'm better now. I promise that what happened won't interfere with my work." Amy smiled thinly. "I promise."

Lexi nodded. "I'm sure that you're well on the way to being better. You've been seeing a counsellor, haven't you?" She looked closely at the woman seated opposite her, noting the drawn look about her eyes, and the down-turned mouth. "Is there anything that I need to know?"

Amy shook her head quickly. "I'm better, really. Everything else I'm taking care of with Counsellor Scott." She smiled abashedly. "I won't have a mental breakdown on duty - really, Ensign Johnstone."

Seeing the smile was a start as far as Lexi was concerned. "You should smile more often, Amy..... and please, call me Lexi. I'm not here to punish you or have a go at you.... I'd really like us to be friends. I think we could all do with more friends!" Lexi motioned to the replicator. "Can I get you a drink of something? Tea, coffee.... personally, I'm going to have a cup of Mocha.... I love that stuff!"

Amy grinned far more easily now; even her posture relaxed. "Nothing, thanks...Lexi. And it seems a lot of people have been offering friendship lately. I mean...I thought for a while there I was truly hated for what I did."

Lexi nodded again, as she walked over to the replicator and ordered her drink. "I guess I can sort of understand that. But from what I can see, there were a lot of people suckered into Emma's lies. Having never been in that situation, I honestly can't say how I would react myself. But I'm sure I would have felt much the same as you. Regardless, that's neither here nor there now. What's happened is over and done with, and can't be done again, so we need to just move forward as best we can."

As Lexi sat back down at the desk with her drink, she said, "I know how easy it is for me to mutter platitudes like that, but I really do believe them. I certainly don't hate you, and never did. My concern is in finding out if there's anything I can do to help you get better quicker."

She nodded to the padds on the desk. "I'm currently organising the rosters as I'm sure you're aware. You worked a shorter shift today; how do you feel now?"

"I like being here," she answered. "Working helps keep my thoughts focused. I just get distracted sometimes...when I think some of the nurses are talking about me." Amy shrugged. "Otherwise, I feel fine to work a full shift...if you'll let me."

Lexi pondered for half a minute. "I'm more than willing to give you a fair go. I don't believe you should be punished for what happened, but as I mentioned before, I'm concerned. If you think you can handle a full shift, then I believe we should give it a trial. How would you feel about working in a supervised capacity for a short while? As you are aware, we are short-handed, and could do with more help. You are a very capable nurse, and I trust you to let me know if you're not coping."

Amy's face illuminated and she all but leapt from her seat. "You can trust me!" she insisted excitedly. "I'm going to make a conscious effort to be the best nurse I can, Lexi." Her expression changed to one of solemn remembrance as she said, "Dr. Sefton believed in me - she said I could be great...but that was up to me. I want it to be up to me again, and this time I won't fail."

Lexi smiled at the enthusiasm demonstrated by the other woman. Why did she suddenly feel so old? She couldn't remember the last time she had felt such enthusiasm towards anything, but prayed that it was catching! "You'll do fine, Amy.... and it is up to you.... but I want you to promise me one thing. If you feel you're not coping in any way, you are to report to me immediately. If you are feeling like the other staff are talking about you and it bothers you, you are to come to me...no problem is too small for you to come to me. We can deal with this together, you and me. After all, I am the acting head of nursing, and I will not tolerate any malicious gossip in my sick bay. We are all on this ship for a reason, and we all have a job to do. I want this department to run as smoothly as possible, and I would hope that we can do it as a team. No one person is better in my eyes than another, simply because certain circumstances have occurred, and that's the image I want portrayed at all times. Nor will I see it as "telling tales out of school". We are a TEAM.

Lexi stopped speaking. Oh my giddy aunt!! she thought to herself. That sounds so much like Dahmnait Sefton that it's not funny! It's almost as if she's here with me! She chuckled a little on the inside; maybe there was hope for her yet as a leader. With Sefton as a role model, how could she go wrong!

Amy flushed with happiness and nearly launched herself over the desk to embrace Lexi. "I'm so glad," she whispered. "I thought I'd never be able to live this down. I'm devoted from now on." Amy pulled back and stood up tall, triumphantly. "Which means I'm at your service, Lexi. Anything you want...it'll be done!"

Lexi blushed deeply as she returned the embrace. She really didn't think she deserved this sort of devotion! She was only trying to do her job to the best of her ability. "Well, how 'bout we start with you reporting for duty at 0800hrs tomorrow, and we'll take it one day at a time. I'm presuming that you will continue seeing Counsellor Scott? I would prefer it if you did, at least for the time being. I think she can help you a lot. I will, of course, also ask for updates from her on your progress. I won't ask for any confidential information, just basic facts. Is that alright with you?"

Amy nodded dutifully. "I won't miss a single session. I won't let you, or myself down, Lexi." She grinned. "08h00 tomorrow. And maybe then...I will have something to drink, if you'll have me."

Lexi grinned right back at her. She had a deep feeling that Amy would be alright; it was just going to take time. "I'll look forward to that, Amy. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life.... a good life. I love that old saying... it holds so much truth. I'll see you then. Oh... and bring your favourite mug with you."

"Will do," she told Lexi meaningfully, and left the office with a bounce in her step that had been missing upon her entry.

---

"Impromptu Meetings"
by CPO Calyca Boothroyd, Engineering Crewchief
Lieutenant Mark Thaine, Chief Engineer
Ensign Perry Thorpe [NPC]
Petty Officer Hanako Ito [NPC]

Location: Holodeck 1
Stardate: 57910.28, 16h30

***

It was an old program. Thaine had been given it back when he served as an Assistant Chief during the War, with the indication it had been passed down for quite a while between engineers. It certainly was a well written one, if nothing else.

The bar might have been holographic, the majority of the patrons mere computer programs, but the atmosphere was real enough, and the beer was still cold. Wooden, old-fashioned tables and lighting gave it a pre-19th Century feel (or so he'd been told...), but the holographic characters came from a variety of races. If ever there were a place to hold an impromptu, off-duty meeting for engineers, this was the place.

"I don't get it," said Thaine, as he placed his beer on the table, and handed Caly hers. "I've looked all over that array, and I can't see a problem anywhere. The diagnostics come out fine. But it's still not working."

Behind him, leaning against the pool table and chalking her cue, Ito nodded in agreement. "I ran them myself. The computer can't locate the problem."

"Maybe there's nothing wrong with the array itself," Caly suggested after taking a pull from the beer Thaine had handed her. "Maybe the problem is in the computer. Everyone from that other place and their lame dog's had their fingers in it..." It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how she felt about them. "Maybe it has a glitch and isn't reporting accurately... Or, god forbid, keeping the array from working properly." Stranger things had happened, and who knew what the Alternate Universe people did to the computer system while they were in control.

There was a loud crack as Perry Thorpe made his break. "Your shot," he told Ito, before glancing over at Caly. "You know, it could be that."

Thaine sighed, after taking a draft from his beer. "If it's the computer, we've a hell of a job on our hands. It'll probably end up needed to be used before we've isolated the problem. We'll probably need to get Ops involved, too."

Caly turned from watching the progress of the pool game to look at Thaine. "Hmm... That could be a blessing in disguise. Get the departments working together," she mused. "At least Lektar has a background in engineering and has been pulling shifts in our department," she commented thoughtfully. "This may sound stupid, but did anyone check the bioneural gel packs for signs of a virus?" she glanced around at the group. With a background in Bio-Chemical engineering, the gel packs were a favorite of hers.

"It's not the neural gel packs," explained Perry. "We'd be seeing breakdowns in them all over the ship, if it were a virus! And the ones that work with the imaging array all check out. My money's like you first said; with the computer." There was a noise behind him, causing him to turn in time to see Ito sink the first of her balls. "You've played this before!" he accused.

"You think, huh?" said Ito, happily lining up for her second shot.

Ignoring the rapidly developing competition, Thaine looked across at Caly. "Might be quicker to re-install the imaging array protocols than try and find the error in the computer. Want to give that a try tomorrow?"

"Aye sir," she nodded. "And I agree completely. Trying to find an error could take days, or conceivably stretch into weeks." She glanced over at the table in time to see Ito sink her second ball and couldn't help the smile that curved her lips before taking another drink of her beer. "First thing in the morning, sir?" she asked Thaine.

"First thing."

Taking his eyes from Ito, who was lining up for yet another shot, Perry looked over to Thaine and Caly. "Are we going to be running some tests on those warp engine alignments?"

Thaine nodded to Perry, and looked over at Caly. "Did you get those files I sent you? What did you think?"

"Aye sir, I did. And that's what gave me the idea about the problem being in the computer," she told him, and them, as her gaze encompassed the others. She took a drink of her beer before continuing. "I looked back over some of the maintenance and repair logs. And I think we've still been having some very minor computer glitches ever since JJ324c. I'd almost be inclined to suggest re-installing all the critical system protocols."

Thaine was silent, taking a long drink from his pint, before commenting. "We'll have the time. Hopefully we're not going to heading into any more alternate universes for a while. Yeah, add it to the list."

"Aye sir, I heartily agree with that, and consider it added," Caly smiled a little and turned to watch the pool game for a moment or two. "Speaking of the alternate universe... I heard through the grapevine that one of the enforcers turned out to actually be an engineer and they're planning on putting her in our department...." She took a drink from her beer, her eyes never left the pool table.

Thaine watched Caly for a moment, the click of pool balls the only sound. "Not if I have anything to do with it, Booter," he said quietly as he raised his pint of beer.

---

"Engagements"
By: Ensign Shirik Lektar, Operations
Lt. Commander Ben T'Kal
Kaven Lucas
Kate and Rachel Hansen
Solomon Rush

Location: Crew Lounge
Stardate: 57910.28, 18h30

***

Shirik made her way to the lounge. She wasn't exactly looking forward to being amongst a crowd of people again, but she had missed these particular people, and determined to force herself to mingle. Caly had told her it was casual, so she'd cleaned up and swapped her uniform for a navy blue sweater and grey slacks, but her hair was still in the braid she wore when on duty. She wore no other adornment or jewelry other than her commbadge and the kemla strapped to her thigh in plain view.

As she stepped into the lounge she immediately noticed that Caly and Jurell were not present, and was overcome with the urge to leave and come back later. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt naked and vulnerable. She stood there just inside the closed doors, seeing who was gathered.

The Crew Lounge was filling up after Alpha shift, and most of Alpha shift's security officers were present, lining the bar and talking in knots of gold-clad uniforms. Mingling with them were engineering, and it seemed as if the gathering was already getting warmed up and in a celebratory mood.

Benedict T'Kal stood with some of his junior officers and noticed Shirik at the door almost as soon as she stepped in. He looked pointedly at her and waved, signalling that she should join him. The tattooed face of Kaven Lucas grinned as he half turned to see who Benedict was waving to.

From the bar several security officers were in a laughing fit as Paddy from Engineering told one of his unlikely stories and told a few jokes. Synthahol was flowing freely and music played a subdued accompaniment to the chatter.

Shirik felt a sudden unreasoning panic constrict her throat. She hadn't expected Ben to be here, and had the sudden urge to flee the room. The uniforms at the bar, even though the familiar gold of Starfleet, somehow reminded her of Enforcers, and Hadek's face swam before her in her vision, reminding her of her recurring nightmare. Then she saw Ben wave to her, and moved in his direction, trying not to run or let the fear she was feeling show on her features.

Benedict grinned at her as she joined the group, his hand holding a pint of cloudy ale in a handled mug. "Hey, Shirik, join us." He waved to a vacant spot and everyone grinned and said, "hi" or "hello."

Shirik nodded and returned the greetings quietly, moving to stand near Ben.

"What'll you have to drink?" Kaven Lucas asked as she stepped in beside him. "I'll get the next round," he told the assembled group.

"Something strong," she said. "Please."

"I see you're not as singed as the last time I saw you," Benedict laughed. He was in a jovial mood, and obviously felt at ease in the social situation.

His ease helped her to relax, and slowly the panic in her began to wane. She managed a small smile. "I'm doing better," she said. Her gaze darted here and there, still unconsciously alert for any possible threat. "I didn't realize so many people would be here."

"Any excuse for a party," Solomon Rush grinned at her. "You haven't been at breakfast in a while...we've missed you." He took a sip from something five shades of blue in a tall glass.

Benedict noticed that she carried her kemla openly and frowned. He decided to talk to her privately afterward rather than bring to light her flagrant violation of the Captain's orders in front of the group. He looked at Solomon and then at Shirik as he asked her about breakfast.

"I've been...busy," she said, although her expression said there were other reasons as well. After a moment she added quietly, "I really haven't felt much like being around people."

"Well we have missed you," Rush grinned. "I think Kaven misses getting your breakfast," he teased.

Benedict laughed. "She just has that effect on men," he confided.

Just not on the right men, she thought darkly to herself as she felt her cheeks darken. "Unfortunately," she muttered aloud.

Benedict raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "I thought you enjoyed having men run around after you." He took a sip from his ale. It was cold and frosty. He held her eyes for a moment, clearly teasing. "Speaking from the perspective of an ex-slave...or was it a pillow?" he grinned.

Her eyes held no humor, they were haunted and cold, and slightly dilated from the tasmos coursing through her veins. "Ex-bodyguard, actually," she said. "Which is a bit higher up the ladder than a simple slave..." She forced a small smile. The word 'pillow' brought to mind scenes of being snuggled next to him that she'd rather not have in her mind at the moment. She looked around for Kaven, wondering what was taking so long with that drink and right on cue the massively built security officer parted the crowd and handed her a tall glass of golden liquid.

"It's a Pangalactic-gargle-blaster," he grinned. "It'll hit you like a gold brick wrapped in lemon peel...according to Louis." He laughed as she held it up and sure enough there was a thin slice of lemon in it. "It's strong," Kaven assured her.

"Thank you," she said with a grateful smile and without preamble took a hefty swallow. She was sure once she'd had a few drinks she'd feel better. Dreading the answer before she spoke: "Who else is going to be here?" she asked, surprised that the liquid searing her throat made her voice hoarse and brought tears to her eyes. The explosion of heat in her belly was a testament to the strength of the beverage and a warmth suffused her almost immediately. It wasn't synthahol.

Kaven just grinned and rocked back on his heels as he watched her reaction. "Louis said you were only allowed one."

She coughed and took a breath to cool her throat. "He did, eh? Hmph. I think I could get to like these..." She took another, more careful swallow as she waited for someone to answer her question.

Benedict knew the meaning behind her question and he replied, "Commander Lyrr might make an appearance, and possibly the Captain. I think most of the security officers on Alpha are already here, and some of the engineering crew...and anyone else that happens to come by." He drained his glass in a long draught and sighed with satisfaction. "What did you say that thing was, Kaven?" He grinned. "I just might try one." He looked at Shirik with amusement clearly shining in his violet eyes. "Though anything that can give Ensign Lektar that kind of reaction will no doubt prove powerful indeed."

She nodded and took another swallow. If Lyrr was going to be there, she wanted to have a good buzz on before she arrived. The warmth spreading through her already had her relaxing enough to give him a real smile. "You'd like it," she said.

"Must be good to make you smile like that," he replied. "I'll have one of those." Hhis gaze was teasing her again, and he returned her smile with one of his own.

"It's not the only thing that can make me smile like that," she teased back, watching him as she took a more leisurely sip.

Benedict laughed at the riposte. "I'll be back," he promised and made his way to the bar, Shirik's gaze following him.

No sooner was he gone than Kate and her twin sister Rachel walked into the Lounge and headed straight for the group. Kate smiled warmly at Shirik. "Sorry we're late." She looked around for a moment before turning back. "Have you met my sis? Rachel, this is Shirik, she's with ops, but we don't mind." She held Shirik's gaze as Rachel smiled and held out her hand.

"No, I don't believe I have," Shirik said, taking the offered hand to shake.

"I've heard a lot about you," Rachel said with a grin. "All good," she added with a musical laugh.

"Indeed? From who?" she asked curiously.

Looking at the identical twins, it was amazing how different they were. Where Kate was dark and sultry, Rachel was sunny and obviously did not have her sister's abrasive nature. Rachel wore an open-necked white blouse and dark blue slacks, where Kate was entirely in black, and wore a long flowing dress that almost brushed the deck and was cinched at the waist and dipped low between her breasts, setting off the alabaster skin exposed to the shoulders. Kate had taken great care in getting ready for the party.

"You look great," Hansen observed to Shirik as her eyes took in the slender Drokari woman.

Shirik noticed Hansen's outfit and couldn't help wondering who precisely she had dressed up for. "So do you," she said back, unconsciously sidling a bit closer to Kaven.

Kate noticed her subtle move. "So...where's Jurell and his new fiancée?" she asked the group in general.

"Have no idea." Solomon looked at his chrono and shrugged. "They're late," he pronounced.

"I'm sure they won't be long," Shirik said. "Caly can get preoccupied and forget the time."

Rachel Hansen laughed softly. "She does get that way," she agreed warmly to Shirik. "She's a good engineer though...and if I was engaged to Sorgie, I know I'd be preoccupied too...a lot." She grinned. Solomon and Kaven laughed.

Shirik nodded, but her only reply was to take another hefty swallow of her drink. Her gaze wandered to the larger than expected crowd of people. She'd only come because she'd thought it would be a small group, those she knew from breakfast. Now, surrounded by a crowd, and not looking forward to watching happy engaged couples, she mulled over some excuse to leave. Or, she thought, maybe she could just get drunk enough not to care.

"You look unhappy," Benedict's voice came over her shoulder. "Here, Louis said you had a strong constitution." He grinned at her as he passed another Pan-galactic to her. He had an identical glass. "I hate drinking alone," he pointed out, casting a gaze across the crowd. "No sign of Sorg," he added. "Looks like I'm stag tonight anyway. Commander Lyrr is otherwise...occupied." He was going to use engaged but thought better of it. "So we can get drunk together if you like." He held her violet gaze for a moment before taking his first swallow of the drink. He almost choked.

She looked up at Ben as she took the glass with a small smile. "Thanks. So do I." The warmth and numbness already beginning to creep through her made her next swallow go down easier, and she grinned at his reaction. "Strong stuff. I'll have to get the recipe from Louis later." She turned her own gaze to scanning the crowd. It was looking less intimidating to her as the edges of her thoughts started to get fuzzy. She noticed the number of uniforms in the room and said, "Caly told me this was an informal gathering... Maybe I shouldn't have changed out of my uniform."

"On the contrary, you look beautiful," he grinned. This time he was careful to take a sip. "Not that you were fishing for compliments at all," he added with a smirk. He was still dressed in Class A uniform seeing as he'd come to the lounge straight after shift.

"I wasn't," she said, taking another sip of her own drink. "But I won't turn down any that come my way," she smiled.

"Of course," he replied.

"Well," she said to the group around her at large, "Should we try to find a place to sit?"

Kate Hansen gave her a wicked kind of smile but said nothing as she sipped her drink. Kaven nodded and pointed at a vacant sofa by the viewport. Benedict waved her in that direction and agreed.

"Shall I go find Sorgie?" Solomon Rush asked the group in general.

"They'll be here," Kaven's tone indicated he didn't agree with Rush's recon mission. "Caly's injured, remember. The poor boy has to carry his woman around." He grinned. "That probably explains why she hasn't run away from him yet."

"No rush, they'll get here sooner or later," Shirik agreed with Kaven and made her way to settle herself on the vacant sofa and nurse her drink. She felt more relaxed and no longer had the urge to flee the gathering, although she wondered about the weird look Hansen had given her.

Both Rachel and Kate were allowed to seat themselves, one on each side of Shirik. "Pity we couldn't have organized for the Suluists to play," Rachel said as she made herself more comfortable.

"That's Reese isn't it?" Solomon asked with a note of distaste.

"Yeah," Kate echoed Rush's scorn. "The silly cow that wanted that fucking Summers to take her away. The same bitch that jabbed the needle into the XO. She should be cycled through a damned airlock."

Benedict turned away from listening. He didn't want to step in. It was Tayla they were talking about, and he too despised the nurse. Not so much that she was taken in by Page, but because she had almost made it possible to kill Tayla. His features became hard for a moment and he tried to push the thought of what had happened to Tay out of his mind.

"Yeah...like I heard she was back on active duty again...just like the captain wants those enforcers to be made a part of the crew." Kaven Lucas still seethed about being made to scream like a girl in front of the crew. He looked at the Chief of Security for a moment as if he wanted to ask him something but at the look on Ben's face he changed his mind.

"I think this discussion needs to be ceased," was all Ben had to say to bring the group to an abrupt change of subject.

"Indeed," Shirik agreed, and reached silently to lay a hand on Kaven's arm. She had been there that morning to witness what was done to him, and those screams were still something that haunted her. She understood what he endured all too well. Enforcers were the last thing she wanted to be conversing about at the moment.

"Sorry, boss," Kaven shrugged. He saw Benedict swallow the last of his drink. "Can I get you another one?" he asked and as Benedict nodded he passed him his empty glass.

"Make it a sake," he said and gave the security officer a grin. "A couple of flasks and cups for everybody. We're supposed to be celebrating." Kaven grinned and nodded and then with a quick look at Shirik he walked off to the replicator.

"At this rate we're all going to get stone drunk," Shirik mused, but she didn't seem all that averse to the idea as she swallowed the last of her drink down and closed her eyes for a moment to absorb the warmth of it. It would be just perfect, she thought, if she were sandwiched between Ben and Kaven on the sofa instead of the Hansen twins.

"Hmmmm, sounds like a plan," Kate murmured.

The sound of a throat clearing and a soft, "Excuse me," attended the introduction of another security officer. "So where is the condemned?" Lieutenant Derran Casey grinned. He held a silver mug in his hand with the sigil of Red Squadron emblazoned upon it. He looked at the three women on the sofa and chuckled. "Ladies," he gave them a mock salute. His eyes traversed Shirik and then flicked over Rachel. He ignored Kate.

Shirik opened her eyes and then stiffened, her eyes as cold and hard as if she were looking at Hadek himself. She closed them once more without answering Casey. Maybe if she ignored him he'd go away, she thought. She had managed to forget about him completely until she saw him there.

"Lieutenant," Benedict smiled rather thinly.

"Sir," Derran grinned. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Kaven has it covered," he replied and turned just as Kaven Lucas arrived with a tray. They poured sake and handed out the cups. Benedict held up his porcelain cup, the sake steaming lightly. "To the happy and absent couple," he smiled.

Shirik's eyes opened once more as she took one of the cups, her gaze avoiding Casey as if he weren't there. She nodded agreement to Ben's toast and took a sip, hoping to recapture her now lost relaxed mood.

They all drank the toast and as they sipped the drink there was a general chorus of greetings as Sorg Jurell stepped into the lounge carrying Calyca.

Benedict grinned in their direction, noting how the engineering crowd reacted to the couple. Caly was blushing and Jurell was beaming. They were very obviously happy. He felt a stab of envy. It seemed that that kind of happiness was beyond his grasp. He yearned for it. Benedict wanted to be happy, yet it was his karma to be the way it was. He was truly saddened that he was so torn. Tebrianne had been all he'd ever wanted, and now he felt that way for Lyrr and Tebrianne was being hurt terribly by it all. He leaned against the wall at the back of the crowd as there was a general surge of people to go to the engaged couple.

Benedict watched them without seeing, sipping on his sake and wishing that things could be simpler.

---

"Better Late Than Never"

CPO Calyca Boothroyd, Engineering
Crewman 1st Class Sorg Jurell, Security

Location: USS Sulu
Stardate: 57910.28 19h00

***

Their arms reached into the closet at the same time and in a completely unplanned movement, the fingers of one large hand and one dainty one, reached for the gold silk and closed around each other and the garment in question. Caly blinked and looked up at Jurell who smirked and gazed down at her.

"Go with the gold," he grinned.

"You think?" Now it was her turn to smirk. They were standing in front of her closet and Jurell had one arm around her, steadying her as she picked out what she was going to wear.

"Definitely." He helped her lift the vest out and held onto it while she pulled out black trousers to go along with it. "No skirt?" He quirked another brow at her.

"And tempt you all night? I don't think so..." she grinned back. "Although if you really want me to...."

His rich baritone laugh ruffled the hair at the crown of her head as he turned her around and tightened his arm around her, holding her tightly against his body as he playfully smacked her bottom and muttered a grinning, "Behave yourself," as she squealed and he carried her to the bed where he settled her down onto the mattress so she could get dressed.

"I'm the epitome of behaving," she grinned up at him....

***

"We're not that late." She smoothed the material over his broad shoulders with a dainty hand as they stood in the turbolift a short while later, and then adjusted the Bajoran earring she wore. "I'll claim exhaustion and you didn't want to wake me up," she offered, and then deadpanned, "Or we could just admit to the wild monkey sex and let them all have a good laugh."

"Monkey sex?" His brow shot up. "Do monkeys do that?" He had no idea what a primate from Earth would do, or whether she actually meant it in that way...some earth terms were confusing. "No...don't answer." He finally grinned. "So you were very tired...after all that exercise therapy."

"Physical Therapy," she playfully swatted his stomach an grinned back up at him. "And of course they have sex. And you know... Now that I think about it, I bet their version of what you call 'foreplay', is picking teensy bugs off each other."

"Riiight." He grinned. The turbolift door slid aside. "Need a ride?" he held his arms out.

"Always." She lifted her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, taking the opportunity to breathe in his scent. "Mmm.... And don't worry, Caro. I'll keep any teensy bugs and fleas off you," she grinned and 'play' picked at his hairline just behind his ear when he swung her easily up into his arms.

"Thanks," he added with a grin. He carried her out to the crew lounge and stopped just inside the door. The area was filled with gold and black uniforms and chatting people. "Well...looks like we arrived just in time." He chuckled as a few faces turned toward them.

"Good gods..." she held onto him a bit more tightly and pressed herself against him. "I feel like we're on display," she whispered so that only he could hear. "I shouldn't have let you talk me into the skirt..." she muttered.

There were a few rowdy welcomes as he walked in, and he made sure that he had a firm grip on Caly and her skirt. He put her down on a stool, carefully before responding to the welcomes as he stood beside her and took her hand, one arm going around her shoulder.

Caly's small hand held tightly to his as she greeted those people calling out their welcomes and a few offering congratulations. The synthahol was flowing and people were smiling and laughing. Some for the first time in quite a while.

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"Love Revealed"
By: Ensign Dwayne Sanchez
Ensign Amy Reese

Location: Mess Hall, USS Sulu
Stardate 57910.28, 19h45

***

Dwayne sat in the living quarters. He was all ready for the party, and sitting there waiting on Amy...it seemed that things never changed as, throughout history, all women seemed to take their time to get ready for anything.

He looked around the room a little nervously. He'd always wanted to have a date with Amy, and this seemed to be the closest to one he'd ever have. He glanced from time to time at Amy's door and he gasped as she exited finally...to him she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Well." She chuckled and swept into the living area with her long skirt of chiffon and an off-the shoulder top. At the center of the room, she performed a theatric spin for Dwayne, fanning the layers of ruffles on her pink garment and kicking up the hem to reveal sandals laced up to her knees. She hopped about-face and grinned at him. "So...am I presentable?"

Dwayne's mouth went dry seeing her. She was beautiful, and that she couldn't see it amazed him. "You...you're beautiful," he replied to her question.

Amy snickered and waved off his compliment dismissively. "I couldn't get my hair the right colour." She picked up a lock of bubblegum pink hair and let it drop again. "I look like a frosted cake."

"I prefer your original hair color," he said as he lifted a lock of her pink hair. "I don't know why you have to color your hair like that."

She smiled up at Dwayne, finding herself slightly flushed at his proximity. "I...I can change it if you like. It shouldn't take long."

Dwayne saw her blush and backed off a little...not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "Not if you don't want to."

"Well..." She cleared her throat and looked down to smooth out her reflective black top, and conceal her reddened cheeks. "I think I'll try it like this for tonight. So..." Amy peered up at him from beneath her lashes. "Shall we?"

He knew saying anything else was going to be pointless so he said nothing. He offered her his arm as a gentleman would and moved to escort her from their quarters.

She was glad for the security Dwayne's presence afforded her as they made their way through the corridors. Amy knew resentment towards her was still high, but with loyal, caring Dwayne by her side, she doubted anyone would dare scorn her tonight. Sighing, she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thanks for doing this," she said softly. "I know you don't much like parties or being in public with a lot of people...but I'm really glad you're going with me tonight."

Dwayne gasped softly as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Of course. That's no problem. Amy we're friends - what are friends for?"

"Well, I wasn't sure until now," she answered truthfully. "But I think I'm beginning to understand." She craned her neck to gaze up at him and giggled softly. "Would you have ever imagined us at this point, especially after everything? Just like old times, Dwayne - good times."

He hoped to have more to do with her if things had worked out better, but they hadn't. The one and only time they'd made love together, she had been involved with Kit...and now they're no longer involved. Dwayne had no idea if she would ever be willing to be with anyone now after what happened with another crew member...he just sighed, "Yeah, good times...and the bad."

Amy chuckled. "We're practically a married couple the way you talk. Which means," she told him brightly, "if there's music, you get the first dance." Then she slid her arm from his and slapped her hand into Dwayne's. She dragged him along as she scurried for the turbolift. "I just love parties!"

He knew she loved parties. She was right, he wasn't crazy about them himself. He'd rather be at his keyboard playing music softly to himself. But, this was a night for celebration. They had just finished getting out of a very dangerous situation and that was something to celebrate.

Whisked quickly down to Deck 4, Amy nearly rushed headlong out of the lift before the doors could open. Dwayne was there to restrain her until the doorway was no longer obstructed. She grinned up at him and laced their fingers. "Things'll be different now," she told him as they stepped out. "Happier."

He knew she wasn't promising anything more for them...but he couldn't help hoping. He guided her to the room where the party was to be held...hoping that things would go well inside and that he didn't have any problems, especially with one particular red-head.

The doors parted to assail them with the chatter of guests, the mirthful laughter following a witty anecdote, and ambient music filtering from the audio system. No one was dancing, since the choice of songs wasn't appropriate for such a thing, and far too quiet to be heard fully above the din. Still, the party was lively enough.

Amy swayed from side to side as she scanned the crowd for anyone they might know, such as Tchi, Kelli, or Kit. She couldn't spot any of them. "Let's get a seat at the bar," she told Dwayne, while already wending her way through the somewhat sparse crowd. "It's romantic, isn't it?" she asked him with a wistful sigh. "When I get engaged right next time, I want a party."

Dwayne's heart sunk hearing that. Of course she'll become engaged...what made you think it would be to you, fool? Of course he'd hoped it would be him she would become engaged to. How stupid could he be? She was an attractive...intelligent woman, why would she want someone like him who didn't even seem to know what she was like much less be smart enough to keep out of her bed upon the first time. At least, it was his first time... How stupid could he have been??? He decided to head for the bar with her, but he seemed to have fallen quiet.

"Two Fizzy Jitters," Amy told the barkeep as she hopped up onto one of the stools. She patted that next to hers and gestured Dwayne forward. "This'll give us a chance to talk...don't you think?"

Dwayne nodded. "Yeah." He didn't say anything else. Just watching her as she leapt upon the stool caused his mouth to dry up again.

After the drinks were set down, she handed Dwayne his and held up her own. "A toast...to..." She frowned briefly then grinned. "To pink hair and good friends!"

"Good friends I'll buy." Dwayne reached out and took a curl of her hair between his fore and middle fingers. "Not so much the pink hair..."

He thought to himself, Amy, this isn't going to work. I care for you too deeply to just be friends.

She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, come now...you can't keep your hands off it, so I think you're more fond of it than you let on." Amy took a sip of the fruity, gaseous beverage then closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Very good...." Her eyes flicked open to watch him. "Go on and try." And noticing he still hadn't released her hair, Amy added teasingly, "If you can bear to let go...."

Dwayne hurriedly released her hair. "It's not the color, it's that..." He blushed as he thought of what the real reason was. And, without thinking, he tilted the glass to toss the potent liquid down it...then coughed as the liquor hit the back of his throat. He set the glass on the bar a little harder than he'd intended to. "Damn, what's in that?"

Amy snickered. "Not sure...but there's obviously too much of it judging from that look." She pressed her own glass into his now free hand, and shot a request to the barkeep for another. "Drink that," she told him. "It'll loosen you up. You're always so tongue-tied, Dwayne. I thought you'd gotten over your shyness?"

With everyone else, not you, Dwayne thought to himself. "Well, I guess that depends on the person..." He thought of what he'd just said and blushed again.

She frowned. "And...you still don't feel comfortable enough around me? Is that what you mean?"

"Amy, it's not like that. I...I am..." He sighed, he knew she'd catch that. "Amy, I...I can't discuss it here. It's too public a place."

She nodded quickly. "I understand," she whispered. "We can leave if you really want to talk." Amy laid her hand atop his and smiled. "I don't mind."

"Are you sure? You wanted to come to this party...I don't want to take you away from it..." And silently he added, Or your friends.

"We can always come back," she offered. "If something's wrong, I want to know what, Dwayne. Partying can wait."

He nodded. There was something he just had to get off his chest...and it wasn't his shirt. He offered her his hand. He wanted to lead her someplace quiet, and private. The only place he could think of was the Arboretum. So, he took her hand, and led her there.

"Oh, I love this place," Amy breathed once they stepped foot in the closest thing the ship had to an enchanted garden. As self-sustainable as it was, it was nearly magical enough. "I come here when I need to be alone," she told him as they took to the cobbled path. "The waterfall is so soothing."

Dwayne located a bench and motioned her over to it. Once he'd helped her sit, he sat next to her. "Amy...I don't know how aware you are of how attractive you are to me." He stopped there, just to see her reaction.

She actually blushed and looked away. "I think I've always know that, Dwayne. I mean, we did...you know before."

"And I bet you never wondered why I didn't try and stop you the first time? It's because even because everything in me said not to, I couldn't help it. The most attractive woman this side of the Delta Quadrant and she wanted me...me...and I couldn't say no, even if I wanted to."

He stopped speaking a short moment as he traced his index finger gently down her cheek. "I think I'm in love with you, Amy...and being just friends just won't do it for me."

She gazed up at him with mouth slightly agape, expressing her surprise and confoundment. Her cheeks darkened another shade of red. "Dwayne," she breathed. "I...I don't know what-- I mean...with all that's happened...." Her mouth moved soundlessly, until finally she sighed and turned her head away. "Oh, Dwayne," she whispered ruefully. "After everything with Emma...how can you expect me to be anything more than friends with anyone?" She shifted around to face him once more. "I'm not even seeing Kit anymore. And this has nothing to do with you or how I might feel for you...but I...I can't right now, Dwayne." Her eyes watered over, fearful she'd lose someone else in her life so soon. "I'm sorry."

Dwayne couldn't believe what he was hearing. He went and poured his heart out to her and she ripped it from his chest, stomped on it...and handed it back bloody and broken. Dwayne pulled his hand away from her, feeling she didn't want anything more to do with him beyond being friends. And that hurt, hurt him beyond anything else he'd ever felt thus far. He nodded to her. "Okay. I guess we should be going back to the party." He was trying to put on a brave front, and feeling like he was failing at it miserably.

"No," she told him, and reached out to trap his hand in hers. "We're not through here." Amy smiled warmly. "Just because I don't think I should be with anyone right now, it doesn't mean we can't be very close friends, Dwayne. Can't you love me and still be my friend? Who knows? Maybe when I'm all better...we can think about exploring...something else. But Dwayne...now wouldn't be right. I mean...if we screw it up, how could we ever go back to being friends?" She sighed and shifted closer to him. "Look...if we do do this in the future, we need to do it right. Because of all you've done for me, you deserve that much, Dwayne."

"God, Amy, you know how shy I am... Do you even know what it took for me to admit that? And then you have to throw it in my face. I don't know if I can live like that. I couldn't live with Steele after the stupid bet we'd made...and I can't live in the same quarters day and night knowing that someday you may be mine. I'd either have to request new quarters or a transfer...and I don't want to do either."

"Then don't," she told him and grabbed his other hand. "I'm not throwing anything in your face." She smiled and leaned forward. "I'm just saying, that maybe..." Her lips brushed his, then pressed against them more fully before she sat back and grinned. "Maybe we should wait. How about it?"

Dwayne felt like he was going to cry. "I don't know if I can wait that long." He sat back on the bench next to her, his hands in hers...and if he wasn't careful, he'd burst into tears.

Amy firmed her lips and exhaled sharply through her nose. "Dwayne, I don't want to hurt you - I'd force myself to give in just so I don't. But please...I don't want to rush this, Dwayne. I...I don't know what you want me to do."

Hearing Amy's tone...Dwayne nodded, he was pushing and that was not like him. "I'm sorry, Amy. I'm pushing." He stood up. "How about we go back to the party..." Even though he wasn't in much of a mood to party anymore, not that he was to begin with.

She smiled wanly and rose from the bench. "Just...give it time, Dwayne." Then she slipped her arms around his waist and embraced him affectionately with her head resting upon his chest. "Just be my friend, and everything else can wait until later."

"I'll try and wait as long as I can continue to admire you from afar..." Dwayne grinned, although there was still the shine of tears in his eyes.

Amy chuckled. "Not afar, Dwayne," she corrected, turning her face up towards his. "I'm right here."

Dwayne pushed her away from him gently. "If you're wanting time to heal, this won't be the way to get it. Pressing to me will only make me want you more, not less. I'm only human, Amy, I won't be able to stop once we start something you may regret later."

She huffed petulantly. "I'm not starting anything, Dwayne. I just wanted you to know that I'm here and...and...." Amy pouted, stomped her foot and pivoted away. She stubbornly raised her chin and folded both arms over her chest. "I'm not a slut anymore, Dwayne. I'm not."

Oh now you've done it, Dwayne, gone and hurt her. Out loud Dwayne said, "I'm sorry, Amy, I didn't mean to imply that, not in the least. I'm just saying it..." He sighed, he was really making a mess of things here. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, if she would let him, and he would rest his chin on the top of her head. "I just don't want to do something that would hurt you further...okay?"

She smiled and slid her hands over his. "Okay.... We won't. We'll be friends, just as we were." With an excited gasp, Amy whirled around in his embrace and was beaming. "We should write a song together! About everything we've been through...about this unconventional friendship we have.... It would be great."

"I'm not good at the writing part. I'm only good at playing." He grinned down at her and he ran the knuckle of his index finger down her cheek. "I bet you're good at the writing part, aren't you?"

Amy grinned. "How'd you guess?" Giggling, she reached behind to seize his hand, then skipped away backwards. "Come on. We'll talk about it at the party...while you're trying your second drink." She winked at him.

"Well, as long as it isn't like the last one you got me. I don't know what was in that, but that was harsh." He then escorted her from the Arboretum and back to the party.

---

"Spreading Joy"
By: Captain Matt Salinger
Lt. Xayella Tagliesh
CPO Calyca Boothroyd
Crewman Sorg Jurell

Location: Mess Hall, USS Sulu
Stardate 57910.28, 19h45

***

"They still hate me, I bet," Xayella was mentioning to Matt as they neared the Mess. "The minute I step foot in there, I'll get driven off with 'boo's and hisses." She pressed her lips thin. "Is that what you want?"

"I don't want that," Matt said. "I don't want it any more than I want them despising me for letting loose a pack of crazed, homicidal maniacs. Even though there are only two, they're locked away in quarters that are guarded better than the armoury, and have shown no signs of ill intent since our little plan was announced. Just try to have fun; if we need to, we can go back to our quarters and have our own private party."

Xay chuckled and turned into his embrace to push him back towards the turbolift. "Now that idea I like...."

Matt grinned and held her close. "Oh, I thought you might," he said. "But, we should show up for a little bit. Despite how much they may not be happy with us now, we should be here for this. It's a special occasion, to be sure."

She pouted and pivoted to face forward once more. "Tell me about it...another engagement." Idly picking at a speck of lint on Matt's uniform jacket, Xay mused, "Everyone seems to be taking the leap lately...just makes me wonder if that's something I'll ever want."

Matt looked at her quizzically. "You don't now?" he asked. "It's a very big step, and a difficult one to leap to while also trying to focus on a career."

"Well, I don't mean that," she told him. "I mean that...it's so possessive, don't you think? Marriage is for the insecure."

"I don't know if I would agree with that," Matt said. "I believe marriage is for two people who love each other and want to be together for the rest of their lives. It's no more possessive than two people seeing each other exclusively. It shows a deeper commitment to each other, that's all."

Xayella snorted. "It's just marriage, Matt. Don't get so sentimental."

Matt laughed. "Well, I guess we won't be getting married then," he said, "since it doesn't appear that you're a fan."

"Well...if you ask someday," she mused with an affected air of indifference, "I'd be willing to consider it."

"Oh, I see," Matt said with a grin. "Well, that's at least something."

"A big something," she assured him. "Unless, of course, I ask you first." She grinned.

"Unless of course," Matt echoed with a laugh. "Well, how about you and I go see what this engagement party is like so we can decide if we want one of our own."

She chuckled and leaned happily against Matt as they reached the Mess. Inside, the party seemed lively enough, but not the usual celebration she had come to expect from the crew. There was no live band, no decorations, just a selection of security, engineering, and other odd personnel standing in small groups as they chatted. At least there was a bar. "So...congratulate the couple first, or drink?"

"We should congratulate the couple first," Matt said with a grin. "Then we can go have some drinks."

She concurred with a curt nod and a smile, then the two weaved their way through the moderate sized throng to find the newly engaged couple. They found the two speaking with a pair of security officers Xayella didn't know, and both seemed happy enough. If congratulating the two weren't required before she could get a drink, Xayella would've felt nearly awkward intruding.

As the security officers stepped away, Matt and Xayella were able to step up. The captain smiled at the couple. "Sorg, Calyca," he said, "congratulations on your very happy announcement. I hope that together you find everything you've ever hoped and dreamed."

"And if not," Xayella quipped, "the replicators are pretty resourceful." She smiled and winked at the couple.

Jurell was surprised to see the Captain. He would always remember the last time he'd seen him; laying on a surgical table with the clear signs of torture. Jurell had been the one to carry the man away from that horror. "Sir," Jurell nodded. "Thank you." He shook the man's offered hand. "I'm really glad to see you're okay." He looked down at Caly who was still perched on the stool. "I'm sure I won't need a replicator, ma'am," he grinned at Xayella as he held Caly's hand.

"No, I doubt if you will," Caly agreed as she smiled up at Jurell and squeezed his hand. Then she turned her attention and smile to both the Captain and Science Officer. She was as surprised to see the Captain as the big Bajoran standing next to her, and she clearly hadn't expected to see him after only a few days. "Thank you, sir...Ma'am," she accepted their well wishes gracefully. "Captain, it's good to see you looking so well."

"Thank you," Matt said with a gracious smile. "It feels good to be out and about. Being cooped up within Sickbay or my quarters, no matter how charming the company, can be difficult. I'm glad to see you looking well, as well. I hear it was touch-and-go for a bit there."

"Dr. Talltree did an excellent job of putting me back together again, sir," Caly told him. "And I can certainly relate to being cooped up. I'm lucky Jurell's so accommodating in helping me get out and about."

Jurell laughed. "Not to mention Blacksby," he nudged Caly. "She's not much of a burden, sir," Jurell admitted. "Though that might change..." he teased.

"Hey now," Caly nudged him back and grinned up at him. Her 'brute' went unuttered, but Jurell could see it in her eyes.

Matt chuckled. "As much of a burden as they may seem to be, they never really are. Again, congratulations to both of you. Have you set a date yet?"

"No, sir," Caly piped up. "It's going to be a very, very long engagement. You see... I d--"

"Don't do relationships," Jurell finished for her with a wide grin. "It will likely be after we get back to Bajor. We have parents to consider too, sir."

Caly blinked up at Jurell and let out her breath in a soft huff as she wordlessly squeezed his hand and smiled at him. Her feelings for the tall man standing next to her were very evident in the way she looked at him and the soft look on her face, and in every nuance of her body language. "Mmmhmm, we do have those." She turned her smile and attention back to the Captain and Xayella.

"From some of the rumours I've heard," Matt said with a sly glance toward Xayella, "I believe I should wish you luck, though perhaps you won't need any luck for your parents. I haven't yet had a chance to meet Xay's parents, and I have a feeling she plans to keep it that way. I can't wait until the next time we're back on Earth so I can introduce her to my parents."

"Best of luck, ma'am," Jurell grinned at Xayella. "Mother-in-Laws are the same the universe over."

"But I doubt any of them have met a potential daughter-in-law like me," she quipped with a sly grin.

"That may be true, ma'am," Jurell admitted. There was a lot of ward room talk about the science chief. "But I'm sure they'll be able to see the same things in you that the captain does," he said diplomatically. "I just hope that when I meet my mother-in-law to be she decides that I'm good enough for her little girl." He shot Caly a grin.

"I think it's the fathers you have to worry about..." Caly smiled. "And indeed, best of luck to you both," she echoed Jurell's sentiments.

"Thank you," Matt said with a grin. "But, this is your night. Our night of congratulations will come."

Xay cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at him. "Oh it will, will it?" She chuckled and shook her head heavily. "If he does do the foolish thing and propose, I hope the Fates are on our side. Engagements always seem to bring the worst out in a couple. I mean look at Lt. Commander T'Kal and--"

That had Caly blinking and looking up at Jurell and she saw his face harden a little at the mention of his boss. From everything she'd heard those two were about as dysfunctional as you could get. Surely she and Jurell....

"Xay," Matt said quickly, effectively cutting her off. "I think that engagements are a wonderful thing, as we can clearly see as evidenced by this delightful couple here. Right?"

She cleared her throat, remembering manners that always seemed fleeting, to reply, "Very. If you can find happiness while still being tied down, then I see nothing wrong with that."

Jurell wondered what the woman's problem was. She was mocking their engagement openly and he had to keep the smile from leaving his face.

Matt turned back to Sorg and Caly. "Don't let her jaded and unromantic view throw you," he said. "She just wants to appear as if she doesn't care. Inside, and in particular holosuites on particular space stations, she's really quite the romantic when the mood is right."

Calyca looked like she was at a slight loss. "I'm sure..." she smiled diplomatically. "Although I must admit... I'm not getting the reference to being tied down..." And judging by the look on her face, that was puzzling her a little. Jurell just squeezed her hand.

"Tied down," Xay reiterated, emphasizing each word with a quirk of her arched brows. "You know...trapped." She smiled eloquently. "But, you're not feeling at all that way, are you? I'm sure those engagement bracelets aren't at all tight."

Jurell glanced at Salinger. Why did he permit this? It was bad manners and just plain rude.

"Ahhh..." Caly smiled and shook her head. "No, ma'am. Not at all. Matter of fact I get a rather disquieting sense of warmth and security from it that I'm still trying to puzzle out," she admitted and then added, "And I definitely wouldn't say that I felt 'trapped'. Confused sometimes, and a little overwhelmed, but then Jurell has a rather imposing presence about him." She smiled up at her betrothed, clearly teasing, but her voice held a ring of truth to it. "If I felt trapped, I wouldn't be here," she finished simply.

Xay sighed and shrugged. "Well...I tried." Then smiled in jest.

"Indeed you did," Matt said with a laugh. "Though, I think with a couple this much in love, your chance of success were abysmal to start with. Come on, let's leave the two lovebirds to enjoy their night. Congratulations again to the both of you."

"Thank you, Captain," Jurell nodded. "I appreciate your sentiment." He looked at Xayella and simply nodded.

"Yes, thank you," Caly echoed him and offered the pair another diplomatic smile. Her mother taught her well.

Matt gave them each a smile before turning away with Xay. Once they were out of earshot, he looked at her and shook his head. "You, my love, are completely incorrigible."

She simpered proudly. "I was just making sure the two lovebirds were really serious, that's all. Wouldn't want them making a mistake, would we?" Mischievous green eyes were cast sidelong at him and Xay chuckled. "Now, what say we greet the other guests and continue to spread joy throughout?"

"Depends on what joy you're spreading," Matt said with a shake of his head. "But, sure, let's go mingle."

And they did, with Xayella trying desperately to be polite and amiable, and Matt worrying about what would slip from her mouth next.

---

"Curse of the Black Widow, Part 1"
By: Kit Markham
Kelzira Rax
Tchalla Mel'chir
Amy Reese
Dwayne Sanchez
Andrea Collins

Location: Mess Hall, USS Sulu
Stardate 57910.28, 20h35

***

They came in together, a small pack -- literally, considering that the three of them were quite possibly the shortest three people in the room -- that quickly looked around for a free spot for themselves to settle in. Kit was on the outside with Kelli next to him, and Tchalla next to her. Kit's hands were stuffed in his pockets as he walked in, head twisting left and right as he came in. He grinned at something Kelli said, then laughed at Tchi's reply. He pointed, and all three nodded that his choice was the best one. So, together they set out.

Tchi and Kelli, as always, were hand-in-hand as they moved through the crowd. The way they stood together, the way they moved, it could have been their engagement they were celebrating that night. He couldn't be sure if they'd ever take that step, especially considering that their relationship was unconventional.

Even in the Twenty-Fourth century, relationships like theirs weren't quite common yet. The real difficulty was Tchalla's family. As an Andorian, she'd been betrothed to three others when she was very young. He didn't know much about that custom, but he knew it was something very important. And, he also knew that it was a big source of stress for her. It didn't show all that often, but every once in awhile... Usually it came up whenever family was mentioned. He made it a point to not mention family very often.

"Very classy," he said with a nod toward the tables set up along the far wall. "I believe that Mr. Stencil may have outdone himself. Blue punch? He made blue punch. I believe, ladies, the standards for engagement parties has just gone up a notch."

Tchall giggled and Kelli punched him in the arm.

"Hey," he said. "I'm being serious here. Are you telling me after all this time you still can't recognize my serious face? It's very similar to my not-so-serious face, but my eyes are wider. See? Wider eyes." He glanced around the room again. "Not here."

"Amy?"

"Yeah," Kit said. "She was feeling much better, so I thought for sure she'd be here. Maybe she'll show up later. So, who wants some punch? It's blue! Though, not quite as blue as Tchi. I'd say it's much more of a Stencil-ish blue."

"Sure," Kelli said. "For all of us."

"Three blue punches, coming right up."

With that, and with spirits high, he moved over to the table and began filling up large glasses of punch.

***

"Just a small glass," Amy Reese was telling Dwayne as they stepped into the Mess once again. "I'll even ask Stencil to go easy on the--" Her mouth halted, then formed an open-mouthed smile when she spotted the only blue-skinned officer on board standing across the room. Kit and Kelli were with her. "Look there." She pointed, directing Dwayne's gaze towards them. "Come on! Let's go say hi."

Dwayne glanced over and frowned, just the ones he didn't want to see. Now you know that's not true... No, it wasn't, he wished to see Kelli...but that was something he wanted to reserve as a private conversation between him and her...not here in the public realm. But, they were already there, and so were the other three... Dwayne shook his head, he really wasn't up to meeting Kit tonight either.

"Kit! Kel! Tchi!" Amy waved at them frantically as she and Dwayne pushed through the crowd.

"Amy," Kelli squealed and hurried forward to catch her friend in a big hug. Tchalla was right behind her and tried to wrap her arms around both, though she only managed to get them partway around both. "It's so good to see you."

Kit came up behind them both, casual and carefree as he watched Amy with Tchi and Kelli. He grinned as she looked his way. "Hey, Ames," he said. "I wasn't sure if you were going to be here tonight. We got here, and I didn't see you. Hey, do you want some punch? It's blue. I was thinking about calling it Andorian Nog, but Tchalla didn't really like that. So, I was thinking Bolian Brew. It has a certain ring to it I think. You want? Though, careful, it will turn your tongue all blue."

Amy smiled fondly and cradled the rounded cup he offered in both hands. "Thanks...I'll be careful. Dwayne and I were actually here before," she explained. "But...we went for a walk in the hope that when we got back, this party would've livened up a bit." She grinned at her three friends. "It certainly has."

Dwayne wasn't all that thrilled with the company. Well, not true, Amy was great, she was more than great, she was beautiful. And Kelli he could live with, and he could handle Tchi, as he'd noticed that she and Kelli were holding hands. Kit wouldn't be so bad except that there had been some sort of history between Dwayne and Amy. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to remain here.

"No one wanted to be the first ones here," Kit said. "Tchi and Kelli wanted to rush here, but I told them it'd be much better to be fashionably late."

"You did not!" Tchi said with a giggle.

"Alright," Kit said. "I had trouble finding my good shirt. So, you're looking good. How's sickbay been treating you?"

"Oh, fine," Amy answered, though from the ambiguous smile, it was clear she was veiling her true feelings. Then, she brightened. "But let's not talk about work. This is a party after all." And on that note, she gently and surreptitiously elbowed Dwayne in the side, noting his utter silence. If he wasn't going to voluntarily participate, she was going to give him no choice. "Oh! Before I forget...Dwayne and I are writing a song together. Maybe...well...maybe once it's done, we can try it out with the Suluists." She grinned up at Dwayne. "Right?"

Dwayne winced lightly as he was elbowed by Amy. "Well, she'll be doing the writing of the lyrics, I may put the music to it," was his reply.

"You really should, Dwayne," Kit said. "And, if you'd like any help, I'm always available if you need advice or help. And, you should talk to Tebrianne too before she leaves. Have you heard any of her music? Amazing stuff. Though, some of her stuff with the Brats takes some getting used to if you're not familiar with the style. But, I don't want to steal any of your limelight, so only if you need help, and I promise not to take over. I'll just be Kit, Musical Advisor."

Dwayne thought to himself, Thanks, man, really. Out loud he spoke out, "Thanks, Kit...I may consider the assistance if I ever come to a point where I can't get things to work."

Amy looked nervously between the two, but mustered a large smile. "Well...it's still in the planning stages anyway so...we'll see." And making a quick segue, "Anyway...anything interesting happen to anyone lately?" I hope, she thought desperately.

Tchalla grinned happily, and looked like she was ready to burst. "Kelli taught me this thing that she does with her--"

"I don't think Amy meant that, Blue," Kelzira quickly interrupted.

Tchi blushed a lovely shade of cobalt. "Oh."

Kit chuckled. "Not much exciting happening, but I am logging a lot of time at flight control. It's pretty exciting at times. Mindnumbingly dull at others. Though, I was thinking it might be really fun to set up a night or two in the lounge for the Suluists to play. That is, of course, if the Suluists are interested..." His gaze included all of them.

"Oh...uh..." Amy chewed her bottom lip, appearing hesitant. "I don't know.... I mean being out here, with you guys is fine, but I don't know if I'm ready to get up on stage for everyone to see yet. I bet there are still some hard feelings...."

Dwayne patted her arm. "You don't have to if you don't want to." His tone seemed to be that of a prospective lover than as a friend, if anyone else was listening...he hadn't meant to make it sound like that, but it did.

His assurances calmed her. "Thanks," she whispered, and smiled tenderly.

Kit grinned. "I'd never try to make anyone do something they weren't comfortable with," he said. "And, it's only a suggestion. But, if you guys are still interested in the Suluists, I can reserve holodeck time for us." He looked at Amy and smiled. "Again, it's if the band is interested in playing together again."

He kept his hand on hers in a protective gesture. Just to help her so she didn't feel like she was under attack. He turned to Kit. "I'm not much for the public forum, I prefer to play by myself. Although, if Amy's in agreement, you could take the song and sing it, if you like."

"Well I wouldn't be opposed to private practices," Amy said. "Like old times." She gave Dwayne a pointed look. "And then we can try out that song."

Dwayne deferred to Amy's suggestion. "Alright, if that is what you wish." Silently he said, My sweet one.

Kit gave Dwayne a long, skeptical look, his eyebrow creeping up his forehead. "Well, until everyone's comfortable with it, we can stay private and just jam together. Whenever you guys are ready for it, we can coordinate schedules and all of that." He grinned at Tchi and Kelli, then back to Amy and Dwayne. "Well, I hope that was interesting enough. Oh, you should try the dip, though not the dip on the left-hand side. Try the right. I've never trusted green food, well, except from Orions...it's kind of expected from them."

Dwayne smiled, probably the first one since the other three arrived. "Having never met an Orion I guess I'll have to take your word for it, Kit." He was hoping that it was okay to call the other man by his first name, but if it wasn't he was sure he would let him know.

It was at that moment that the doors whooshed open. Enter the red head bombshell. Andrea walked in wearing something out of a 20th century porn flick. The main part of the strapless gown looked to be made of a sheer material that had been something purchased on Risa. The only thing about it was that the important parts were covered. There was a bra like contraption at the top covering her chest, and a panty- like thing that covered her lower regions as well, but left her tattoos bare for all the world, that is all but one. That one being half covered by the bra-like contraption.

Her hair was done up in some sort of complicated style, sworls here of curls and ringlets there...and her shoes were made of some kind of plastic material...and her path took her straight to Dwayne and his party, although her green eyes were all for the handsome Ops officer in the midst of the rest of them, who seemed to tower over the rest.

"Now," Kit said before the Amazon could arrive, "why didn't someone tell me that clothing was optional for this party?" He looked at Amy, a look of shock on his face, and he shrugged. "Words fail me."

Amy was caught between amusement and surprise. "That's not even something I would wear!" Then, she grinned knowingly at Dwayne. "Well...she found you after all."

Dwayne looked back to see Andrea approaching them and he rolled his eyes. "Amy, let's get out of here before she gets clos..."

Before he could finish the thought, Andrea placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Hello everybody, may I join the party?" Her voice sounded low and sultry, almost sexy, the tone for Dwayne and him alone.

"I don't know," Kit said as he looked around the small group, then back to Andrea, "do you happen to know the secret password?"

Tchalla couldn't help gaping at Andrea, knowing that she could never ever where something so scandalous. She gulped and looked at Kelli who was trying extremely hard not to laugh.

Andrea laughed at the shocked expressions on their faces. She wound her arm around Dwayne's other shoulder and pressed herself against him. She noticed Tchalla's scandalized expression and she smiled. "Well, this group seems to be the party. Where can I pick up a membership?"

Dwayne swallowed hard...he shrunk back from Andrea's touch, trying to get closer to Amy. He loathed the woman's touch and wanted to be as far from her as he could get.

---

"Curse of the Black Widow, Part 2"
By: Kit Markham
Kelzira Rax
Tchalla Mel'chir
Amy Reese
Dwayne Sanchez
Andrea Collins

Location: Mess Hall, USS Sulu
Stardate 57910.28, 20h42

***

Andrea just laughed as Dwayne drew away from her...

Amy gripped Dwayne's elbow to reassure him she wouldn't abandon him while the scantily clad vixen tried to seduce him. "You're Andrea, right?" Amy asked cheerfully. "Security, if I remember."

Andrea glanced at Amy as she seemed to be protecting him...but she responded in answer to Amy's question. "Yes, that is my name and department."

"Well then you must know Sorg Jurell," she told her brightly. "I'm sure you're very happy for him." Amy grinned and noticeably slipped her arm through Dwayne's. "Have you gone to congratulate him yet?"

Dwayne felt Amy's comforting touch and relaxed visibly. He let Amy hold him closer, this more as a friend than as a lover...he needed that touch to keep him from going over the edge with this woman who seemed to find him oh so attractive.

Andrea noticed the man shrink away from her and she smirked. She patted his other arm. It was then she noticed as Amy wound her arm through Dwayne's and her oh so shining smile faded a little. "I do know of him, since he is in the same department as I am, but that don't mean I'm sociable with him...or his bride."

"Well it is his party," Amy pointed out, then reached out with her other hand to clasp Andrea's, essentially removing it from Dwayne's arm. "Come on," she told the woman with a gleaming smile as she stepped away from Dwayne. "I'll go with you."

Andrea glared at Amy, then at her hand. Then she effectively jerked her hand from Amy's grasp. Her formerly beaming smile now completely wiped from her face: "I do not believe I will be going with you." She wound her now free arm through Dwayne's and asked, "How about you take me, handsome?"

Dwayne had been relieved that she was no longer touching him, but his relief was short lived as Andrea managed to pull from Amy and wound her arm back through his once more... "I think not," he managed to say, then he jerked his arm from her grasp and wound his arm protectively around Amy's shoulders.

Amy smiled a little uncertainly, but stood firm. If she backed down, Dwayne would be stuck entertaining the tramp for the entire evening. "You know, Ensign Collins," Amy said smugly, "why don't you go get us a couple drinks from the bar? Maybe after a few, your outfit won't look such a disaster."

"I do believe you're jealous. Jealous that you couldn't pull an outfit like this off, with your boyish figure." Her grip tightened on Dwayne's arm. "I do believe I will remain here, where I am comfortable."

Dwayne stiffened at her tightening hold on his arm. There was no way in hell he was going to let this woman paw him. He pulled his stiff arm from her grasp. "I am not comfortable with you here. If you would even ask you would know that. But you just figure that because you are a good looking female that I will jump every time you snap your fingers in my direction. I got news for you... You're not what I'm looking for and never will be."

Amy cocked an eyebrow haughtily at the woman and smiled. "Maybe if you put some clothes on, he wouldn't be embarrassed to have you around," she taunted.

Andrea looked at Dwayne first., "Oh, I'm sure that would change given time." Not one to take no for an answer, was Andrea. She wound her arm around Dwayne's again, and she looked back at Amy. "Oh I don't know, I thought this was the appropriate outfit to go hunting in...and I was right." She figured this since she'd caught her prey, whether or not she could keep him was another story.

Dwayne effectively pulled his arm from her and walked to Amy's other side, putting a possessive arm around Amy's shoulders. "Don't be thinking you'll be able to even get close to me." Silently he said, Bitch.

Amy's eyes went wide and she audibly gulped to break the deathly hush that fell following Dwayne's insult. "Oh dear..." she whispered. Amy looked aside at her three friends, entreating them to break the tension before the viper struck.

Andrea moved forward, her anger was up now. She moved in to take her anger out on Amy, since it seemed that she was stealing her intended victim from her. She balled up her fist and took a swing at Amy.

Before her fist could make contact with Amy's face, Dwayne's hand came up to cup hers in the palm of his. "That's enough, ladies," he looked to Andrea, "and for you, I use that term loosely." He looked at Amy, the other three ready to step in if necessary, although Dwayne seemed able to prove he could handle things, suddenly. "That's enough. I will never be your 'beck and call boy,' so just lay off and go find yourself another stooge, for I won't be him."

A slow, seething hiss was coming from Tchalla as she watched Andrea through slitted eyes. She'd dropped into a half-crouch and seemed ready to leap. Kelzira, who had never really seen Tchi upset knew by the expression on her lover's face that it wasn't something she did want to see. Andorian tempers were legendary across the Federation. She placed a quelling arm on Tchalla's and tried whispering soothing words to her.

Kit took a step closer to Andrea, his eyes searching hers. He kept his expression neutral, even slightly mirthful. He wasn't a fighter, but he couldn't sit by and watch his friends and the woman who still held his heart, being mistreated. Besides, he did have an ace in the hole. With a nod of dismissal, he said, "Why don't you just go find another place to be, and we'll forget that you tried to strike a fellow officer. And, you really might want to cool your thrusters because Captain Salinger is over there serving up some of Stencil's delightful punch. It's blue, you know. Why don't you go have a glass...it might cool you down."

Andrea glanced at Kit, not a great specimen of a man, but he was male, that was about all she needed. Deciding she didn't want Dwayne, at least not just yet, she turned her sparkling green gaze on Kit. She advanced on him, giving her hips that extra sway that meant she was on the prowl again. "Well, how about you? I hear you're a free agent again..." She said this with his ex-girlfriend right there. Not a good idea, Andrea.

Somehow Kit managed to keep himself from laughing as he looked up at her. He glanced aside at Amy. "I don't know, what do you think, Ames? Do you think she's my type?" Before Amy could really respond, Kit turned back to Andrea. "Actually, no. I think I'd rather spend all of eternity alone and wondering if Amy and I will ever get back together than to spend a single moment in your company. You've got the charm of a targ and the attitude to match. Sorry, not remotely interested." He turned to Amy and gave her a sad, almost apologetic look. "I think we should round up everyone on the ship who's ever called you a slut, and let them apologize profusely for ever thinking such a thing of you when they see you compared to our resident black widow."

Amy looked shocked, but her open mouth emitted a short laugh at any rate. She was speechless.

Andrea glanced at Amy, then turned back to Kit. "Why thank you, that's the most delightful compliment that anyone's ever paid to me. I could just have a Targ for a pet...they are so wonderful don't you think?" Of course the sarcasm dripped from her voice. "You need to brush up on your biology, Kit is it? Kit...because a black widow kills her mates. I only want to sleep with you."

Dwayne frowned...he hadn't thought she'd turn on Kit at all. But, she had. He tightened his hold on Amy protectively when the bitch mentioned the break-up...and again when Kit mentioned the ones who had called Amy a slut...he just shook his head. He took that moment to glance around and he happened to notice the captain was in the room. He cleared his throat to everyone in the group, even if that included Andrea, and showed them. "I do believe we should break up this little gathering, especially if we don't want any real trouble."

Andrea smirked. "Honey, you don't know real trouble, not yet."

"Look," Kit said, "we don't want to associate with you. We don't want to sleep with you. We don't want anything at all to do with you. So, my suggestion is you find another group to join, or at least somewhere else to be, because we don't want you here with us. If you refuse to go away like we've asked, we will make an issue of it. Now, please, go somewhere else and leave us alone. We're all friends here, and you're not our friend."

"Look," Amy said, shrugging out of Dwayne's hold. "I can't afford to be in trouble again, especially not so soon." She backed away from the scene, smiling apologetically at her friends. "I have to go - I'm sorry. Everyone enjoy yourselves." The scowl she directed at Andrea was indication that the sentiment was not intended for her.

She glanced at Amy again, and before responding to Kit's words she said to Amy, "Thanks, dear, I believe I will. Especially with such rich pickings as I see right here."

Had she listened to Kit? It was obvious that she hadn't, or if she had, she was ignoring him. She turned back to Dwayne, her original victim, especially since Amy wasn't around she figured she could get close to him. So, she wound her arm through his again and said, "Well, handsome, what shall we do for the rest of the evening now that your girlfriend is gone?"

Dwayne watched Amy go, feeling sympathetic for her, but not sure if he should spend all his sympathy on her since Andrea was again advancing on him. He shrugged from her and moved over to Kit and Company. "I'll be spending it with my friends, thank you. Kit's right, you either need to leave us alone and go find someone else, or better still, go find an airlock and shoot yourself out of it."

Kit turned to Tchi and Kelli. "Come on," he said. "I need some fresh air." They fell into step behind him as he started toward the door. After a few steps, he turned back to Dwayne. "You're welcome to join us if you'd like."

Dwayne didn't need to be invited twice...he turned his back on the viper and followed the three out. "Don't mind if I do."

As they neared the doors, Kit took a glance back to make sure Andrea wasn't following, then he slipped out the door and off toward one of the other lounges where there would be fewer people, and they could have some privacy. After a bit, when things were more settled down, he'd contact Amy and see if she was up to joining them. He understood and respected her wish to stay away from trouble. He also knew she didn't need any additional stress right now. She needed time, and he just hoped she could get it. He wasn't sure the way Dwayne was hanging off her the entire time though. He just hoped everything worked out.

Andrea just stood there and pouted, thinking that at least Dwayne would notice and come to comfort her, but it was all a ploy...and after the four left, she realized that no one was falling for it.

Dwayne gave a deep sigh of relief. "I never thought we'd get out of there."

"I don't understand how she's even still in Starfleet," Kit said as they settled into lounge. "But, we should be alright here." He tapped his communicator. "Markham to Reese. Amy, we've moved to the other lounge if you're interested in joining us. If not, we all understand. But, we just wanted to make sure you knew you're still welcome with us here if you're up for it."

"Don't worry, Kit, I know," she answered. "But I think I'll just stay here...and figure out what I was thinking with this hair colour."

"I thought it was a nice change," he said with a grin. "But I still prefer the black with bright blue tips."

Dwayne glanced at Kit...then Kelli and her friend... "I think I'm just a third wheel here...I think I'll go to the auditorium and practice a little." His intention was to give Amy some space.

Kelli grinned at Dwayne. "Me and Tchi can come with you. It's been awhile, and we need some practice too. If you're okay with that, that is. We can all be third wheels together. And, besides, I haven't seen you much lately."

Dwayne was a little surprised, since it was Kelli and Tchi he was planning on giving space to, since they were an item...he wasn't feeling too comfortable mostly because he didn't know Tchi very well. "If you want too." His discomfiture showed quite well.

"You know," Kit said with a grin, "it's been awhile since I've done anything with my hair. Maybe tomorrow, you'd like to get together and we can...do hair. If you have time."

"Sure," Amy answered, her tone upbeat. "You can help me choose a colour that won't cause nausea in all who look. So...see you tomorrow."

"Count on it," Kit said. "I'll contact you when you get off-shift. I think I may be off at the same time tomorrow. This flight-control schedule is killing me, thought at least it's given me time to reconfigure my settings on the flight control console to make music. Setting a course for warp three is actually quite entertaining, though full system diagnostic is the one you want if you're in the mood for dancing. See you tomorrow, Ames. Have a good night."

"Thanks," she responded laughingly. "Goodnight everyone! Dwayne, I'll see you when you get back, okay?"

He'd stood up and Amy's voice saying his name stopped him from leaving just yet. "Alright, Amy, although since I plan on heading to the Auditorium to practice, I may be late," Dwayne replied in answer.

Once the connection to Amy had ended, Kelli reached out and took one of Dwayne's hands while her other was still in Tchalla's. "Come on," she said. "We'll get a chance to catch up, and you can get to know Tchalla."

Dwayne looked startled as Kelli took his hand. He nodded and replied, "Okay." And, hand in hand, the three leave the lounge to go to the auditorium.

---

"Three's Company, Part 1"
by Tchalla Mel'Chir
Dwayne Sanchez
and Kelzira Rax

Location: Sulu Auditorium and Kelzira and Tchalla's Private Quarters, USS Sulu
Stardate 57910.28, 21h00

***

The three of them entered the auditorium and disappeared inside. The piano was still set up in the center of the stage, and the lights were, as usual, trained on it. Kelzira and Tchalla moved down toward the piano, though since Kelli was still holding onto Dwayne's hand, he was forced to come along. Though, with the piano at the end of the journey, he wasn't resisting.

On the stage, hands were finally released, and Kelli moved to take one end of the bench, leaving more than enough room for Dwayne to begin playing. Tchalla slipped up onto the piano, lying on her back to stare up into the lights above.

It hadn't taken Dwayne long to pick out a tune to play on the keyboard. With Kelli at his side, and Tchalla on top, the only thing he really could come up with was some sultry number that he'd heard in some old nostalgia club he'd frequented a few times while at the Academy. The tune was called 'At Last' by Etta James, an artist who was semi-popular in the 1960's. He only played the song, he didn't sing it too. He'd been told by many a friend and relative he should sing more, but he didn't think he had that great a voice.

His gaze was on Kelli for the most part and he was pretty much ignoring Tchalla, but he was totally aware she was there...he just wasn't comfortable around her, especially knowing who she was to Kelli. He knew Kelli...well, let's just say she had no problem with being with anyone of either gender. That didn't bother him...or maybe...it did.

Not knowing the song, Kelzira closed her eyes and was content to hum along with it, a lazy smile on her lips as she swayed with the music. She hadn't had a lot of time to spend with Dwayne, not since Risa. She missed his company, but things had been so busy, and her relationship with Tchi had seemed to take off at warp right around that time. But, here in the auditorium, spending time with him, it was perfect. "I've missed you, Dwayne," she said. "I'm glad we're here. I know I haven't been the greatest friend, but...but I hope things are still okay between us."

Dwayne replied while still playing, "I've missed you too. I don't know how I've managed without having you to talk to. Even Amy's not been home much lately, and that's been hard too." He didn't say how hard it had been. The nights awake in his bed waiting for her to return only to fall asleep half-way through the night, then waking up the next morning to see she still hadn't come home. That was just since the incident with the other crew member. He shook his head. "I have nothing but love for you, sweets..." He meant that in a friendly manner.

Kelli leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I know," she said. "And, I know we've had some rough spots, but I also know we're still good friends. I know me and Tchi have sort of become sort of exclusive lately, sort of shutting ourselves away for just each other. But, as much as I love her, I miss my friends. So, I don't want to lose touch with you again, Dwayne. And, I'd like you to get to know her too."

Dwayne switched tunes to 'Unchained Melody' and at the same time glanced up at Tchalla, who was still laying over the keyboard. His gaze then moved to Kelli. "You know how I am, Kelli, I...I like to be alone, a lot." He played silently a moment till it got to the bridge then said, "I just have a hard time getting to know new people."

"You got to know me," she said, gently. "And, she is a big part of my life."

On top of the piano, Tchalla had turned over until she was watching them both, her white hair falling down over her shoulders. She smiled to both Kelli and Dwayne. "That's a nice song," she said softly.

Dwayne looked up at her and smiled shyly. "It's 'Unchained Melody.' An old twentieth century song made popular written by Hy Zaret and the music by Alex North." He played the song through and then played it again, this time singing the words along with it.

"Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time, Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much. Are you still mine?

"I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me.

"Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea To the open arms of the sea Lonely rivers sigh, 'Wait for me, wait for me. I'll be coming home, wait for me!' "

He then played a little bit of an interlude before going into:

"I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me."

All the while, he was looking between the two ladies as he sang.

Tchi smiled. "That was very pretty," she said.

"It was, Dwayne," she said as she beamed a smile at Dwayne. "And, you have a very nice voice. You should sing more."

Dwayne blushed, he'd been afraid that someone was going to bring that up. He lowered his gaze. He hadn't been happy that he'd blushed in front of Tchalla, since she was a veritable stranger and everything, but it had happened and there wasn't anything he could have done to stop it. "I don't like to sing...much."

"I know someone else who was exactly like that," Kelli said as she glanced in Tchi's direction. "You still have a very nice voice, Dwayne. But, I understand not liking to sing in front of others. But, I just want you to know that whenever you do, you don't have anything to worry about."

"I always thought I had a terrible singing voice," Dwayne replied. He had gone on to a different tune. It was actually one he was just playing to keep his hands busy, not wanting to do something else, like hold his hands in his lap and fidget.

"I don't think so," Kelli said. "I think it's perfect. If you don't mind me saying so, of course." She grinned again, then kissed him on the cheek.

Every time he got together with either Amy or Kelli he always loosened up. And that was happening now. Even with Tchi in the room. He couldn't understand it, maybe it was Kelli's personality that was bringing out the best in him. Or maybe he was just that soft. Who knew, but he reached around Kelli's shoulders and gave her a friendly hug. "Many have told me they thought I had a great voice, I don't know why, but I believe it more coming from you than I did when it came from them."

"Thanks," Kelli said, slipping an arm around his back and leaning into him until her head was resting on his shoulder. "And, I wouldn't have said I thought you had a nice voice if that wasn't true. I think you should try backup singing on some of our songs. I think your voice would be a welcome addition. Right now, we've only got one male voice in the whole band."

Dwayne didn't have to be told who the male was. He knew. "I just don't know if I'm able to sing in front of an audience." He'd stopped playing by this time and he took to doing what he was trying not to, fidgeting. "I'm not sure if I would sound as good."

"I didn't think I could either," Tchalla said, her voice soft and musical. "I still get very scared, but with Kelzira there, it isn't so bad."

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable though," Kelli said, taking his hand and holding it between her own. "But, I don't think anyone in the band would think badly of you or anything like that if you wanted to sing. I think you'll find everyone encouraging and supportive." She leaned closer, as if sharing a deep secret. "But, only if that's what you want."

"I'm not sure what I want anymore." He sighed. He was in love with Amy, but she needed time. He was willing to give it to her...but as he stated before, he was only human and since she and he had made love that one time...it'd be harder to resist the next time.

"I know what you mean," Kelli said. "When I first was joined, I was so lost. Finally, I started working and acting again...and it was better. Sometimes it just takes some time and thinking. A lot of times we know what we want, but are too afraid to go after them or aren't certain if we should. At least, that's been my experience. But, at least you have friends. You have me, and Tchi would be happy to be your friend if you wanted her to be."

Dwayne laughed. "It's not the same. You had another being invading your space...not that you think of it like that now. But that's what it was. And you didn't know which thoughts were Kelzira's and which ones weren't. It's not the same at all because I'm not joined, and very likely will never be." He glanced at her. "And you know how I am around people I don't know..."

"I know," she said with an enigmatic smile. "But, you didn't know me once. And, now look at us. But, I did feel very lost for a time, and just as I had friends during that rough time, so do you." She leaned close and brushed his lips with hers. "Never forget you have friends here, Dwayne. And, never forget we'd do anything for you. That's what friends are for."

Dwayne glanced at Tchi when Kelli's mouth met his...he wasn't sure if she was the jealous type or not or whether or not he had anything to worry about from her. He didn't do much of anything in response. He'd already made love to one friend who'd been taken. He wasn't about to do it again with another. He seemed to be getting the female's to hover around him...wouldn't Steele laugh if he knew.

"You're so tense, Dwayne," Kelli said as she pulled back. "I just kissed you, and you're stiff as a dead fish. You need to relax, or...or you're going to have all sorts of problems. Now, what's the matter, Dwayne? Why are you so tense?"

"I don't want to make the same mistake with you that I made with Amy...it shouldn't have happened, but it did and I'm regretting it." He added a silent, Sort of.

"Was it really a mistake, Dwayne," Kelli asked. "Is that how you think of it? Or is it only because she's out of reach now?"

He stood up. "No, I knew it was a mistake then...I just wanted her too much to let it go." He had his back to the two women, not wanting to show them the shame he was feeling now. And the same shame he felt at the time...only after everything had been said and done.

Kelli turned around and put a hand on his shoulder. "If she didn't want to be with you, she wouldn't have, you know. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Dwayne. Amy still cares for you very much. And, so do I. You don't think I'd go skinny dipping with just anyone, do you?"

Dwayne smiled at that and turned to face her. He placed his curled hand to her cheek. "I still think you're the sexiest joined Trill alive." His thumb traced over her cheekbone. "I can't believe you remember doing that. I had almost forgotten it."

"I couldn't forget something like that," Kelli said as she covered his hand with hers. "And, having gone skinny dipping with you, Dwayne, I can honestly say that you have nothing to be ashamed of."

He had about gotten over his embarrassment, but that brought a rush of heat up his face so quickly that it was a contest to see who would blush fastest, him or Tchi. He moved in to place a kiss to Kelli's cheek, his gaze on the Andorian the entire time just in case.

From where she still lay atop the piano, Tchalla was watching Dwayne and Kelli, a soft smile curling her lips. Her cheeks had darkened with her embarrassment, but she still kept her congenial smile in place.

"I hope I didn't embarrass you too much," Kelli whispered to him. "I didn't mean to...I just wanted to compliment you."

"I...I know. It's just that...I thought I'd gotten over being embarrassed. I mean first the skinny-dipping and then that with Amy...I don't know if I'll ever get over that."

"If you get embarrassed," Kelli said as she moved her hands up to his chest, "it's alright. Sometimes, that's just the body and mind's way of dealing with an unfamiliar situation. Still, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all, Dwayne." She seemed to move closer to him as she gazed up into his eyes. "You don't ever need to feel ashamed with desiring someone or wanting to be with them."

Dwayne lowered his gaze again, not looking her in the eye. "Somehow I don't think Amy believes that anymore."

"I bet she does," Kelli said. "But she's been through a lot. She needs time, that's all. And, while she's getting her life sorted back out and figuring out which direction she's going, you've got us."

"I'm willing to give her space...I just don't know how many cold showers I'm going to need to take in the meantime. They'll only work for so long you know," Dwayne replied.

Kelli looked past him toward Tchalla. The two exchanged a hidden look, then Kelli returned her gaze to his. "They do only work so long," she said and then slipped her arms around him, her body pressed close to his. "There are other alternatives, if you're interested."

Dwayne gently pulled her from his body so he could look into her eyes. "Kelli?"

Tchalla was watching them both with a contented smile, her eyes filled with love toward Kelzira and curiousity toward Dwayne. She blushed slightly under his scrutiny, but didn't look away.

"Don't worry, Dwayne," Kelli answered. "It's something we've talked about, Tchi and I. Maybe you aren't familiar with Andorians, but they have four different genders, and they marry into groups of four. She...we love each other very much, but we've talked about...well, a quad here on the Sulu. And, while she's not certain if you'd want to be with her, if you want to be with me, it's alright with her. And, of course, if you want to be with her too, she thinks you're extremely cute. The choice, of course, is yours, Dwayne. We won't run away from you or try to pretend nothing ever happened. And, it isn't just about sex, it's about us caring for you."

Dwayne looked stunned hearing Kelli's words. "You discussed this?" He glanced back at Tchalla again. "I...I don't understand why you would discuss this without even speaking to me first..."

"Not specifically about you," Kelli said. "We talked about this sort of thing, in general. When we saw you in the lounge, that's when she told me she thought you were very cute. We just sort of decided in here that...that it would be alright." She smiled up at him. "I hope you don't mind."

Dwayne looked between them again. "You're serious?" He was kind of curious about Tchalla, and she hadn't spoken much since he'd met her.

"We're serious," came the reply, but it wasn't Kelli. Speaking in a soft, musical voice, it was Tchalla, still watching from atop the piano. She appeared nervous, quite possibly as nervous as Dwayne. "You don't have to if you'd rather not. But...but she's right. If...if you want..." She slipped off the top of the piano and approached where Kelli and Dwayne stood together. She then reached out and tentatively slipped one hand into Dwayne's and one hand into Kelli's.

Kelli smiled up at him. "See? And, if you'd rather not be with us both at the same time, that's alright too. Whatever you'd like, Dwayne. There's no pressure from us."

Dwayne took his free hand and reached out to cup Kelli's cheek with it. He's wanted to touch her like that for a while...but when he'd heard she'd gotten involved with the Andorian, he wasn't sure if he should even come close to making an advance on her. But it seemed Tchalla didn't have any social qualms. He didn't have a second free hand since the one he had was now on Kelli's face. He didn't know what to say so he let his hands do the talking for him.

He pulled his hand from Tchi's hand and cupped her face with it...then he leaned in to place a soft gentle kiss to Kelli's mouth, first, then another one on Tchi's.

Tchalla responded to the kiss with a contented sigh. She hugged herself to him. She felt spikes of both fear and excitement jolting through her. They'd talked about this, and she'd actually suggested it first. But, now that they were here, it was scary. And, exciting.

"You want to come back to our quarters with us," Kelli asked him as she rubbed a hand over his chest. "I think it'd be more comfortable and private there for us."

Dwayne wondered if she was serious. His gaze settled first on Kelli, then on Tchalla. He was feeling suddenly like he wanted...no...needed this. He nodded and taking both women by the hand, he lets them guide him out of the auditorium.

***

They reached Kelli and Tchi's quarters a few moments later. Inside, the room was an interesting mix of decor. They had managed to blend traditional Trill styles with Andorian, and all in all it gave it a warm and inviting feeling. On one wall, several weapons were displayed, mostly bladed. In the far corner, a tall plant with large purple leaves was growing up toward the ceiling. Sleeping at the base of the plant was a ginger coloured cat. She looked up briefly at the trio that entered, then returned to her nap. Tchi had wanted a Chrelth, but they were very difficult to get outside of her homeworld.

"Here we are," Kelli said once they were inside. "We'll set up permissions so you can come in whenever you like. Computer, music selection twelve."

Upon her command, soft music began playing. It was a unique blend of instruments from various worlds across the quadrant.

Tchalla shared a quick kiss with Kelli before she turned back to watch Dwayne, a slight smile curling her lips.

Dwayne moved from the two of them. Permission to come in whenever he wanted? The music...the style of the two occupants inside...he shook his head a moment and headed to sit on the sofa nearby. This was all happening to fast. Sure he wanted a way to...get some release and without emotional entanglements. There was enough of that with Amy, and she wasn't available.

He thought about his grandmother and what she'd say to all this. 'Mijo...' she would start, 'Mijo...you have gotten yourself in a bit of a viper pit, haven't you?' What could he say to that? He had. Sure it was a nice enough 'pit,' as pits go...three lovely ladies, two at least for the moment willing to cater to his needs if he wished, but that was to close to having a harem in his eyes for him to be comfortable.

Another thing his abuela would say to him would be: 'Any female worth her weight in gold-pressed latinum wouldn't just throw herself at a man.' He glanced at the two. Kelli's spots looked like they were winking at him. Tchi's skin glistened like the Latin skies. How could he not accept such lovely ladies?

Kelli's spots attracted him to her so he stood up. A moment later, his right hand found her left and he traced his hand up that same arm till he found her shoulder and traced his hand up her neck...his fingers lingering a little longer on the spots she had along her neck.

Kelli tilted her head to the side, her blonde hair falling down to brush against her other shoulder as his fingers brushed her spots. She couldn't help smiling, knowing that they seemed to have some powerful alluring quality to them because she couldn't think of a single lover who hadn't been fascinated. His warm hands against her skin was beautiful, and she murmured as much to him. Sitting on the couch together, as they were, was much better. Dwayne didn't seem quite so tall then, and she didn't need to crane her neck quite so much. She slid a hand down along his thigh, and back up, enjoying the play of his muscles beneath her fingers. To the side, Tchalla just watched, fascinated by the display.

Dwayne had to close his eyes when Kelli traced her hand along his thigh. The feelings flowing through him sent a hot rush through him, first making his heart pump harder...and other things as well. He leaned in so his forehead touched hers and took a deep breath. How could he feel such a hard, instant attraction to Kelli like this? Was it the touch? Was it her spots? He couldn't tell but at this moment that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was that she was here, warm and willing.

While he had his eyes closed he moved his other hand up so his hands were framing her face. And again while his eyes were closed, he leaned in further to place a soft, hesitant kiss to her lips.

Kelli found his lips and kissed him back. The kiss was passionate and she could tell the room was getting very warm already. Each moment the kiss lasted seemed to draw her further along in her desire. She couldn't remember feeling this way toward Dwayne before, though she'd always known it was there below the surface. From their first encounter in the holodeck, until now. But things had always managed to get mixed up somehow. But now, now there was nothing to mix it up, not without Steele, or Amy, or Tchi. Amy needed time alone, and Tchi was willing to open their relationship up to others, as long as they were honest to each other. Kelli had a feeling because Tchalla was also very attracted to Kit. And Amy, she told herself. How often had she spontaneously brought Amy up? She couldn't help but feel slightly giddy, both with the feelings Dwayne was invoking in her and all the changes she and Tchi had gone through together.

Dwayne pulled away first. He had to. His feelings were all mixed up and Kelli's closeness wasn't helping. He didn't want to turn away from her but he couldn't shake the awkward feeling that he wasn't alone in the room with Kelli...doing something that people usually did alone in a room. So he turned from Kelli and offered Tchi a hand, which she took. He drew her closer to him...practically placing her in his lap and winding both arms about her waist. He raised his head to look her in the eyes and cupped her cheek in his right hand to draw her into a kiss.

Tchalla shifted until she was straddling Dwayne's waist, and allowed him to kiss her. She closed her eyes as their lips touched, kissing him as she'd kissed Kelli so many times. He was the second person she'd ever kissed in her life in such a romantic way. With his arms around her, pulling her closer, she couldn't help but feel tiny compared to him. But there, in his embrace, she felt safety. A soft squeak escaped her lips and then she grinned at him as the kiss ended. Her blue eyes shone as she gazed into his eyes. She kissed him again, finding a boldness that usually evaded her. She liked how his skin looked compared to hers, the darker tan against blue. She couldn't help a near-giggle, but quickly and enthusiastically returned to the kiss.

"I'm going to go get us a little wine," Kelli whispered, then slipped away from the couch.

---

"Broken Hearted"
By: Commander Lyrr Tayla
Lt. Commander Benedict T'Kal

Location: Holodeck 2, USS Sulu
Stardate: 57910.28, 21h20

***

Holodeck 2 - 21h30. Ben.

Lyrr Tayla sighed as she looked up from the datapad containing the rather mysterious message. She imagined it was Ben keen on a surprise game of springball, or another jaunt through his holographic recreation of Bajor, complete with tantalizing waterfall and warm sunlight. That he would even think about such a thing at such an inopportune time....

Lyrr firmed her lips irritably and tossed the padd aside. She shouldn't have expected anything less than Ben arranging an evening in the holodeck to salvage what they could of a slowly crumbling relationship; he obviously assumed an hour or two of flirting and play would set everything right once again. Last night had been only a temporary reprieve - she realized that after leaving his side once they were both spent and never returning, opting instead to wait for morning in the arboretum.

There were too many complicating factors involved to allow a speedy resolution. Tebrianne Bancroft was still aboard, and Lyrr could not forget her dream and what it might mean for she and Ben. Taking a run through a meadow, followed by a dip in the pool wasn't going to solve matters, and Lyrr refused to indulge him. Rather than comm him and inform Ben that she would not be attending, Lyrr chose to relay the message personally.

Finally ending the four hours of seclusion spent in her office, Lyrr grabbed her jacket from the small sofa and marched out. "This had better be good, Ben," she whispered ruefully, then drove forward into the turbolift.

***

The holodeck was already running, and at Lyrr's arrival it opened before she had a chance to check out what was running. The doors parted to reveal a beach. Gritty sand stretched into the near distance below wind-swept craggy cliffs with low trees and brush that painted the top and sides in a confusion of wind and sea erosion. The waves were white combers and deep swells farther out, and she could see a sand bar and reef ripping up the waves in white sprays that pounded the beach. The sky was lowering and grey, and there was the tang of salt and sea weed on the wind.

As she stepped inside the doors closed and the illusion was once again complete. The wind wasn't harsh, but it held a chill and out to sea the clouds turned black and showed the curtains of rain well out in the distance. The grey sky did not indicate what time of the day it was, but it felt like it was after dawn. The cry of gulls reached her then and a couple of the wide winged birds soared over the rock pools, her eyes catching sight of a pair of bared footprints as they walked off down the beach to a jutting edge in the cliff.

It took a few minutes until she saw him. Benedict was sitting in the sand, looking out to sea, a pair of sandals in his hands, bare feet half buried in the sand. His raven hair was swept aside and continually whipped by the wind. His white peasant shirt and trousers rustled as the wind eddied in the cove.

He turned his head to see her as she approached, waiting until she was only a few feet away before giving her a rather wan smile. "Hey," he said as he climbed to his feet, his sandals dangled in one hand. He reached out for her left hand with his right. His betrothal bracelet glinted dully in the light. He looked into her eyes and saw the shadows there. "You didn't come home last night," he said barely audible above the wind. "I think we need to talk." He squeezed her hand a little. "Walk with me?"

Lyrr motioned her eyes towards her boots, unconsciously seeking some excuse to avoid the long conversation she knew was coming. "I'm afraid I didn't bring the right shoes for this.... They could get wet."

"Take them off then." He waved at his own and smiled. "Though I doubt they'd get ruined...they're water-proof you know."

"I know," she answered significantly, and was ready to admit they were an excuse to free her from this assignation when the veiled sorrow in his eyes entreated her. Sighing, she took his hand for support and bent over to remove first one boot and sock, then the other. She actually chuckled when her bare feet first hit the sand, curling her toes in it to delight in the sensation. "I've never been on sand before," she admitted. "It's almost...nice."

Benedict smiled at that. He could well imagine that she'd just never seen walking in the sand as anything but an inconvenience...or ever thought that it might be...fun. "It is nice," he pointed out as he too scrunched the sand between his toes. "Come on." He started off, walking beside her so that she was between him and the grey-green sea. He waited a short while before he said anything; he just looked at her then, and rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand as they walked, he said, "I didn't get much sleep last night...I never do when you aren't there." His violet eyes caught hold of her gaze, and she could see that there was a great deal of concern there, and a deep sadness that he found hard to express. His face was darkened by stubble, and he had to brush strands of hair away from his eyes as the wind whipped it about.

She smiled tautly and had to look away before his grief pulled her in. The jade expanse of ocean was there to greet her, and calm her. "I wasn't sure if you'd notice. Sorry," she answered lamely. "I didn't think I could sleep anyway, so I decided not to disturb you with my tossing and turning..." Lyrr cocked an eyebrow at him as she glanced aside. "How long did it take you to notice I was gone?"

"When you got up," he said, looking at his feet, "and I always notice." He sighed, and looked back at her. "You're getting the dreams back," he said it as a statement not a question, "and there's this distance building up between us. I know that we were in some difficult circumstances...with Tebrianne and everything...coming back." He sounded a little lost, as if trying to muddle through something. "I know it's gotta be hard on you...I don't really know how to take it myself." His eyes sought hers again. "Sometimes I feel like you're regretting our relationship...like I'm something you don't want to acknowledge in public." He let it hang there as they walked on. It was as if she didn't want to be seen with him anywhere outside of their quarters.

She watched her feet kicking up sprays of sand as they strolled; the repetition and rhythm of the display helped center her thoughts. "Ben...I'm not ashamed of you or what we have," was her delayed, yet heartfelt response. "I know everyone on this ship is aware of our relationship...and I've done nothing to deny it. I just...." Lyrr shook her head and looked up at the darkening sky as she took a deep breath. "I feel stupid because I don't know what's going on with you and Teb...and I worry that others do." Her eyes angled towards his. "I don't want to be made a fool of, Ben."

He stopped at that, and turned to her, his eyes seeking hers. "I would never make a fool of you, Tayla. I love you." He clenched his jaw with frustration and carried on, "I know just saying that isn't going to make you believe anything I say about Teb. We had something very special a long time ago...she's held on to that while I let it go...now...I have to get used to the idea that she isn't dead. Tebrianne has to get used to the idea that I love you more than I do her." He reached up and touched her cheek, just a barest caress as he held her eyes. "I'm in love with you, Lyrr Tayla. I'm going to marry you. Not because I gave my word or made a promise or gave you that bracelet you wear. I'm going to marry you because you're the woman I love above all things. I know we can get through this...I know it'll be hard. But I want to get through it with you. I don't...I hate the distance...and the feeling that you aren't telling me everything about these dreams."

"Tell you what?" she asked with a weak chuckle. "You get paranoid and defensive whenever it involves my dreams or Oresh. You accuse me of comparing the both of you...when I'm just trying to tell you how I feel. Hearing that you love me, and want to be with me is well and good, Ben," she told him, "but when you can't bear to hear the truth, what am I supposed to do?"

"Tell me anyway," he said firmly. "It goes both ways doesn't it," he said, looking out to sea. He held her hand a little tighter as if trying to hold on as he watched the breakers. "There was a time there...back in that other place..." He took a deep breath and let it out. "With Tebrianne...when T'Briane was going to order me to go to the Windsor...if I'd gone...I wouldn't have been able to leave. Tebrianne made it very clear that there was only one way we could convince T'Briane that I wasn't...available. It wasn't something I planned...or even wanted...." He looked into her eyes. "I was weak...and confused...and...I did something that I'm ashamed of." His eyes showed the deep sadness to her in all its intensity. "I'm sorry, Tay...it happened and I can't take it back. We've both had to do things...and that's no excuse."

Her hand flinched, reflexively pulling away but held fast by Ben's grip. "It happened," she repeated, confounded and nearly dazed by what she'd heard. Her heart was twisting in her chest and her stomach no better off, lending intuitive validation to the conclusions her mind was already coming to. Lyrr clenched her jaw tightly to contain emotions she could not yet categorize as rage or grief. "What did you do?" she whispered hoarsely. "What did you do to me, Ben?"

The way she asked that twisted his guts as if it had been a knife. He had the urge to look away, his guilt demanded it, but he held her eyes. "I had to convince T'Briane that I was Tebrianne's lover again." He took a breath. "It went too far." He didn't let go of her hand. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I wish it hadn't, but then, I'd be with T'Briane right now...and not here...and more likely not even there. I'm sorry, Tayla."

Tear-washed eyes were quickly betraying her overwhelming sorrow, but she wouldn't give in, not yet. Her other hand grasped Ben's, seeking to pry it free of the one he had imprisoned, but her efforts were proving wasted against the strength of his hold on her. "You said...you wouldn't make a fool of me," she mumbled. "She's laughing at me right now...isn't she?" Lyrr whimpered, but masked it with a growl of angry frustration as she wrenched her hand, finally liberating it from his. She stumbled back a good distance, the divide between them even greater than before, and Lyrr making it even wider as she sluggishly kept moving away. "Was this punishment? Did you hate me that much that you needed to do that? Or did you profess the same love and devotion to her as you are to me now? Prophets," she whispered, her voice cracking, "it's happening again.... I'm me, a girl in love, and you're...." Lyrr gasped for air, then wheezed, "You're him."

The final insult shamed him more than he could bear. He shook his head in denial but he couldn't make himself go after her. He felt crushed by the weight of his admission, and he couldn't deny his guilt. He dropped to his knees in the sand and stared at his own shaking hands. He couldn't have kept it from her, not after everything they'd been through. The guilt was just eating away at him. Now he'd lost everything, and he folded his arms around himself and wept.

Trudging through the sand proved difficult enough without her bleary eyes blurring the path ahead. Lyrr tried to run towards her boots, but tripped; the sand no longer felt as soft as it had under her feet when both knees slammed into the ground heavily. Gritting her teeth, she scrambled to her feet and lurched headlong, stumbling and falling along the way.

Tears had been shaken loose by her frantic journey, and rage remained simmering within her. She had shown nothing but devotion and faithfulness to Ben, as she had Oresh, and again she had been betrayed. What had her love been lacking for the two men she had failed to secure? What could she have done differently? Screaming in fury and anguish, Lyrr flung her boots towards the ocean. Both landed with a distant splash as she was thrown to the ground by momentum.

Curled over herself, Lyrr's fists clenched handfuls of sand as she channeled her anger into the tiny grains, threatening to crush them into glass by the intensity of her grip; meanwhile, her grief was channeled into shrieking sobs that were hardly muffled by the sand her face was buried against. She'd run from Oresh when she discovered his rejection, just as she was running from Ben. But she was no longer the desperate, weak little girl she had been.

Then why am I still running?

It was obvious, after her keening cries lessened to convulsive gasps - the answer was obvious. She had tried to secure Ben through sex, as she had Oresh, but that alone wasn't enough to acquire dominance. Oresh had always reined over her, no matter how powerful she had thought herself. In the end, she was tossed aside. As with now.

"No," she rasped. "I won't...it hurts too much."

Her hands slackened, the sand cascading from her palms. And as she raised her head to gaze upon Ben, she realized how to make it right. Pushing up onto her feet, Lyrr lurched unsteadily before gaining her equilibrium. That was when she ran towards Ben, fuelled by her rage, and knocked him onto his back as she threw herself at him.

"Tell me you hated it!" she hollered at him from where she was perched atop his waist. Her hands were gripping the loose fabric of his shirt. "Did you enjoy it!? Did you!"

He didn't even notice her headlong rush before she was on him, though he stared up at her with eyes filled with pain as her weight bore him to the sand. He couldn't fend her off, and she deserved her rage. His tears went unhindered. "What does it matter?" he asked her brokenly. "It happened...it won't change anything...there's no excuse that I can give you, Tayla...whatever happens now, I'll never be with her...so it's your choice now... I love you..." he croaked and closed his eyes because he could no longer bear her anger.

"My choice?" She crushed the weightless material of his shirt tighter, mirroring what she was doubtlessly doing to his heart. It was what he deserved, for the same thing was happening to hers. "It's my choice," Lyrr repeated, still breathless from the outburst of emotion. "If it's my choice," she told him as she lowered her face to his, "then do it - break that damned bond. If it's truly only you and I...then you'll find a way to get rid of it."

His eyes opened on hers, violet and suddenly amazingly intense. He saw the darkness and the fire in her eyes and it ignited the sudden decision. It happened. In a heart beat. A torn breath. It was crystal clear in that one moment. There was only one way. Her eyes demanded it. He didn't even hesitate.

The heavy hilted kut'luch was drawn from its back sheath while she was staring into his eyes. It passed barely beneath her breast as it reversed and his chest arched violently. Red splashed upward across her chest as the blade went in to the hilt. His violet eyes gazed into hers as he took a breath that frothed in his mouth a bright carnelian. "Tay...." and his breath hissed out as his eyes clouded over.

Her pounding heartbeat was punctuated by the crashing waves and the rolling thunder of storm clouds scuttling closer. That was all she heard, and in the symphony of sounds, Lyrr was aware of one in particular missing, one that always lulled her to sleep after a night of passion as she lay in his arms with her head upon his chest: the comforting sound of his own heart.

Cold and shaken, and with the metallic tang of sprayed blood on her lips, Lyrr's quaking hands wrapped around Ben's, still grasping the hilt. She grunted as the blade came out cleanly with a single tug, the sickening squelch of blood and flesh accompanying. His hands fell limply away from the weapon and landed by his side. The knife remained in Lyrr's, her wide, stunned eyes following the blood soaked edges with a yearning that horrified her, yet was still appealing. Her tunic was already stained with Ben's blood - what difference would adding her own make?

But in the next instant, Lyrr's body was heaving with choked sobs and her head nestled against the bright red stain spreading over his once white shirt-front. She knew what he had done, and why. He'd made the greatest sacrifice to prove his love, and it was more than anyone had ever thought to do for her. Nothing could have declared with greater conviction who his heart truly belonged to.

The dagger slipped from her blood-slicked fingers to rest by Ben's hand, and as the storm-clouds moved in to drizzle rain upon them both, Lyrr whispered amidst her sobs, "Thank you..."

---

"Three's Company, Part 2"
by Tchalla Mel'Chir
Dwayne Sanchez
and Kelzira Rax

Location: Kelzira and Tchalla's Private Quarters, USS Sulu
Stardate 57910.28, 21h30

***

Dwayne felt emboldened by Tchi's bold move. He moved his hands over her back and let them drift lower still. His hands bypassed her hips and over her thighs and slipping beneath her skirt.

Tchalla let out a squeak of surprise when she felt his hands moving, but a look into his eyes as their lips remained locked together pushed the fear away. Her skin was flushed and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She slipped her arms around his neck as she kept kissing him, though she was fully aware of what his hands were doing...and she couldn't help but like it.

When she relaxed in his arms, he moved his hands back up over her hips, beneath the skirt.

Tchi looked up into Dwayne's eyes and smiled. She kissed his chin and then his lips. She moved her lips to his throat and kissed there, trailing kisses up along his jawline. "I've never done this with a man before," she said softly.

Hearing her words, Dwayne looked up at her, practically pulling from her. His lust he'd been feeling since they'd all arrived in the room dampened. "Y...you're a virgin?"

She looked up into his eyes, suddenly fearful, afraid that something was wrong. "Is that alright?" she asked quickly. "I...I've never...never been with a man before. I've been with Kelzira many times, but...but before I met her, I had not been with someone."

His lust cooled real fast. And what was beginning below where her hands had wandered...it felt like someone had turned off the warp drive.

"Dwayne?" Tchi looked up at him, suddenly both worried and scared. What had she done? "What's wrong? I... Did I do something wrong? I...I only wanted to make...to make love with you. I w-- Is it because I am not experienced? I'm sorry, Dwayne."

He felt really bad. He looked into her worried face. "I'm sorry, I just think that if you're going to be with a guy, it should be because you and he plan to be together for the rest of your lives. Not be with him because you think he's cute or something like that." Dwayne sighed, "I don't know, really. Till Amy, I'd never been with anyone before either."

"Is that what you desire, Dwayne," Tchi asked him. "To be with the woman you will be with the rest of your life? I wish to be with you, Dwayne, because I like you and I wish to experience what it is like to be with you.  If you do not wish to make love with me, Dwayne, I understand." She leaned up then and kissed him. "Before I met Kelzira, I had never been intimate with another. I think, in that, we have much in common..."

Dwayne looked down, not into her eyes. He kept his gaze down even when she kissed his mouth. After she said her desire had only been heightened by his own lack of experience he glanced up. "Tchi, I don't even know you that well. I'll admit I've seen you around the ship, I've seen you and Kelzira together, and I've known you two were an item. I just don't like cutting in like this, even if the people involved not only know about it, but even encourage it. What is it my Abuela used to say...'Baila con'.  My Spanish is a bit off, but basically it's 'dance with the one that brought you.' I didn't 'bring' you, I shouldn't dance. Your cards full with Kelzira."  He sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't be here....."

"If you'd like to leave," Kelzira said from the doorway, "you can, Dwayne. We're not trying to force you to do something you'd rather not. But, if you'd like to be here with us..."

Dwayne had to crane his neck to see her, and there she stood...only the second sexiest woman he'd ever met...the third sat on his lap...and with his thoughts going in that direction, the blood flowed again.  He looked to Tchi and his hands would move back to her waist, drawing her closer to him again...pressing her to his chest.

As he pulled her close, Tchalla brushed her lips against his. Kelli moved close, sitting on the couch beside them. With a mischievous grin, she reached between them. "Oh Dwayne, it feels like you're ready to go on in to our bedroom."

He couldn't help it, he blushed as she touched him through the tight material of his pants. He glanced between Kelli who was sitting beside them and to Tchi, who was sitting on his lap. He moved to stand, keeping a hold of Tchi's hips and hoping she'd get the hint and wrap her legs around him and hooking her feet together behind him. "Lead the way."

It appeared that Tchalla did get the hint, because as Dwayne stood, she did wrap her legs around him.

Kelli grinned. "I think she likes you," she said. "Come on, it's this way." She lead the way into the room where the two of them slept, watching Tchi and Dwayne as she did.

Dwayne followed her to the bedroom, but he was finding it rather difficult to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, what with Tchi kissing his throat...it took all his concentration on walking to the bedroom. He sighed as Tchi's mouth reached his throat and his eyes closed. A good thing a minor wall was resting there as he was finding it difficult to continue. He felt himself hit the wall gently...

Tchi giggled, but continued to kiss his throat, then back to his lips. Kelli stopped when she saw them and grinned.

Dwayne found himself unable to continue to the bedroom. He pressed his back to the wall and slid down...Tchi still hanging on like a monkey to his chest. He continued to kiss her, his tongue moving from his mouth to hers in blend them together in a passionate kiss.

As Dwayne and Tchalla continued kissing and groping, Kelli giggled softly. "I always did think that beds were overrated."

Dwayne finally pulled away from the kiss...he needed to catch his breath. "Wow..." was all he could say.

"Dwayne," Tchi whispered as she fumbled with the catch on the front of his pants, "we should...we should take our clothes off."

Dwayne didn't seem to even hear her, although he could feel her hands at the fastenings of his pants. He looked down at her, and grinned.

As Tchalla opened his pants, she then looked up at him and grinned. "I've never seen one that wasn't blue before," she said. "It's very nice."

Dwayne's face filled with a crimson shade hearing her. He moved his hands moved over her hips, trying to find the catch on her skirt. Finding it, he unfastened her skirt and lets it fall to the floor, and since it didn't have far to fall, it pooled at Tchalla's knees.

Somehow, they managed to get the rest of their clothes off, though each seemed to fumble with the fastenings.

"Oh, look at the two of you," said a voice from the other side of the room. "I must say I'm very impressed.  Do the two of you want to come on in here," Kelli asked. "Or, do you want to come in here with me, Dwayne?" She crooked a finger to him and beckoned him forward.

Dwayne's head remained where it was...his hands still remained on Tchi's back. Going no higher, nor were they going any lower.  Kelli was the one he was familiar with, not Tchi.  Yet for the moment she was the one he was comfortable with. Kelli's easy, teasing tone seemed to cause him embarrassment.

He finally pulled away and before heading for the bedroom, he took Tchalla's hand in his and brought her with him...for some reason not wanting to be alone with Kelli.

Once they were inside the bedroom, Kelli smiled at them. "Come on," she said softly as she took Dwayne's hand. She led Dwayne and Tchi to the bed. As she regarded him, there was a gentleness there and the teasing seemed to have been put in the background. There was a hint of anticipation in her eyes as she looked up at him. "I never knew how much I really missed you until now."

Dwayne gave Tchalla's hand a light squeeze as he spoke to Kelli. "How? How much did you miss me?"

"You're my friend, Dwayne," she said. "And...we had some rough spots. I wasn't really sure if you wanted me around much after...well, after everything else."

He kept a hold of Tchalla's hand as he drew Kelli into his arms...using just one arm since the other is quite happily occupied with holding Tchalla's hand. He placed his forehead on Kelli's. "Oh Kelli...we had a fight...that's all it was. I've long since forgiven you, I just hope you can forgive me too."

"Of course, I forgive you," Kelli said with a smile. She kissed him then, slowly but with much passion. "You're my friend, and I care for you very, very much. Of course I forgive you."

Dwayne responded instantly to her closeness, and to the kiss she pressed to his mouth. When he spoke again his voice sounded a little breathier than it should have, "Are you sure that I'm not more than just a friend to you?"

"Pretty sure," Kelli whispered, then returned her lips to his, kissing fiercely.

Dwayne dropped Tchalla's hand as he wound his arms about Kelli's form, drawing her closer to his body...hard. He felt the curves of her body as he leaned down to kiss her fiercely, passionately. His hands wandered Kelli's form.

As they held each other and kissed, Kelli did her best to divest herself of her clothing. It was somewhat clumsy going, but she managed it. Soon, all she wore were her spots and a smile just for Dwayne. She'd almost put it out of her mind, since meeting and falling in love with Tchalla, but she did care for Dwayne very much. From the beginning she had, and as they held each other, she knew she did love him. "Make love to me," she whispered into his ear. "Make love to me, Dwayne."

***

"Wow," Kelzira whispered in a hoarse voice.

He'd collapsed on top of her, his upper body to her right so she wouldn't be pressed into his chest. After a few moments, he rolled off her and collapsed to the bed breathing hard...the activity previously seemed to have taken some of the blood-rush from his lower extremities. He glanced around, his gaze searching out Tchalla to see what she was up to.

Tchalla, however, wasn't to be found.

Kelli saw Dwayne's concerned look as he looked around, and smiled. She reached out and took his hand in hers. "Don't worry," she said. "I think she probably stepped out to give us time. I think it'll be alright though."

Dwayne's expression went from grateful to worry at that, he was grateful that she'd gone to give them privacy but concern that she may felt left out. "I'm not into voyeurism so I'm grateful for the privacy, but I'm worried she's feeling left out." He was able to say this because now he'd regained his ability to breathe normally.

"We'll have to talk to her later," Kelli said. "Though, we were fairly wrapped up in what we were doing. I've been wondering...for awhile...about us. It was very nice, Dwayne." She kissed him happily. "I said it before...you don't have anything to worry about."

Dwayne smiled.  He lay there still trying to regain his composure before he decided to go either in search of Tchalla or his clothes. After another few moments, he climbed from the bed to look around the bedroom. A room he really hadn't paid much attention too when he first entered.

It was a standard Starfleet shipboard bedroom. They'd managed to acquire a larger bed and that took up most of the space in the room. Against each wall was a small series of drawers and a closet. It was clear that one side was Kelli's and the other Tchalla's. Next to the bed on what appeared to be Tchalla's side was a holographic image of four Andorians, including Tchalla. They all looked to be about the same age, and quite happy. A large painting of a meadow that looked out over a very blue ocean hung on one wall. On Kelli's side of the room, there was a painting of a purple sea with a single sailboat in the middle of it. A stack of padds rested on her side of the bedroom, and a holo of the Suluists from a couple months back.

As Dwayne stood, Kelli wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed his shoulder. "You alright, Dwayne," she asked gently. "You didn't get a tour of the place if you'd like one. And...and would you like to stay...I mean, for the rest of the night? And, well, as long as...I mean...I really liked what we...with us. If you want to, Dwayne, I'd like you to stay." She quickly slipped around him until she was in front of him and gazing up into his eyes. "I'd like that very much." There was no teasing in her manner now, and something in how she looked at him, it was different. "If you want to, of course."

"It looks to be pretty standard, but if you want to show me around, that would be fine." Her invitation to stay the night was a bit unexpected, but he nodded. "I'd like that."

Kelli grinned up at him and took his hand. "Well, this is the bedroom," she said with a soft laugh. She led the way out into the other room. "Main living area. That's Tchi's science kit there. Nice big couch for sitting. Dining nook over there with replicator." She looked back up to him. "You're right, it is pretty standard. But, feel free to make yourself at home whenever you're here." She took his other hand into hers and faced him again. "It's very nice with you here, Dwayne," she said. "Would you like a shower?" She indicated a door in the corner with a tilt of her head. "It's right over here."

Dwayne smiled. "As long as you and Tchalla join me." His grin widened as he spoke, a twinkle in his eyes.

"If she's here," Kelli said. "Tchi? Tchalla?" She frowned. "She may have stepped out." She took Dwayne's hand. "Come on. There's room for two, but not for three. We can get in, then I'll find her and send her in to you. How's that sound?"

Dwayne frowned. He was beginning to wonder if Tchalla was jealous after all. Although by what, him choosing Kelli over her, or Kelli and him being together at all. He wasn't sure if Tchalla would want to be with him now anyway. But, he took Kelli's hand and let her lead him to the shower.

As they stood together in the refresher, she started the water for them. She still remembered Tchi's surprise at it the first time she'd experienced a real water shower.  She turned back to Dwayne and smiled up at him. "Don't worry about her," she said noting the concerned look on his face. "If she wants to join us, she will.  I don't think she wanted to sit and watch, and...and I think when it was clear it was more than just a romp, she didn't want to sit and watch us...I mean, it was pretty intense."

Dwayne slipped into the spray of the shower and as he moved in, he pulled Kelli into the spray with him.  He reached over Kelli's shoulder and grabbed the soap and a washcloth. Soaping the cloth, he began by washing Kelli's shoulders, and turning her so she was facing the spray, he washed her down her back, his fingers lingering on the spots at her neck.

Kelli closed her eyes and let the spray from the water and Dwayne's hands work over her flesh.  She grinned as he paid particular attention to her spots.  "You like them, don't you?" she asked softly.

Dwayne blushed...again, happy she wasn't facing him as he did. "W..well, they are sort of sexy." He said this as he paid very close attention to scrubbing her back.

"I like them too," she said.  "And, I'm very glad you like them  Dwayne, I care for you very, very much.  You can look, you can touch, you can do whatever you'd feel like.  You don't have to be shy around me, Dwayne."

"Don't keep tempting me, Kelli, I may do just that and not stop, unless that is what you wish me to do...not stop." He stood up and placed his hands on either shoulder. "Please tell me what you want."

He stood there, his gaze settled in hers, his hands on her shoulders, his thumb caressing gently over her spots.

"I don't want you to stop, Dwayne," Kelli said.  "Not if you don't want to. If you want to go ahead, I want you to.  What do you want with us, Dwayne?"

He needed no further invitation. He leaned in to place a soft gentle kiss to her mouth, the fire building not only with the kiss.

As they made love for a second time, with water cascading down over them, Kelli knew her answer.  Dwayne would be a part of her life, however he could be.  She wasn't certain if things would be difficult with Tchalla now, but she'd need to talk to her girlfriend soon.  She couldn't deny what was happening between herself and Dwayne.

Their climaxes came with cries that resounded around the quarters, even through the closed refresher door.

With Kelli collapsed against the wall, and Dwayne holding her up, she looked up at him and smiled.  "Wow," she said.  "Oh Dwayne...just...just oh wow..."

Dwayne grinned down at her, he couldn't have agreed more. "You were wonderful." He caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Oh Kelli...I think...I think..." He couldn't put into words what he really wanted to say.

He wanted to tell her that no matter what happened in the future, he would be there for her...her touch brought a heat to him that even Amy couldn't bring to him, her touch brought him to passion quicker, hotter than Amy's. For some reason, he couldn't understand why that was. Maybe it was the spots that brought him to such instant desire, maybe it was her gentle touch, her gentle ways, or maybe it was just everything about her. She had something that Amy didn't, and that was what was important to him.

She gave him a gentle kiss.  "That's exactly what I was thinking," she said with a grin.

After a brief interlude to finish their shower, Dwayne led Kelli out of the refresher and back to the bedroom.

---

"Three's Company, Part 3"
by Tchalla Mel'Chir
Dwayne Sanchez
and Kelzira Rax

Location: Kelzira and Tchalla's Private Quarters, USS Sulu
Stardate 57910.28, 23h00

***

She'd wandered for a bit after she'd left their quarters. She didn't want to be in the way, didn't want to intrude on what was happening between them. There was obviously something, it was clear the moment they came together. She was happy for Kelli, but she couldn't help feeling a little left out. But, they deserved privacy, and she didn't feel quite right just watching them.

She'd met with Monica for a little bit in the lounge and they'd talked. She liked Monica, and they got along well. And, it was nice to have someone to just chat about science stuff with. After they'd said goodbyes, and Monica invited her back to the lounge another time when they were both free, Tchalla started back, wondering if Kelli and Dwayne had...finished.

She reached the quarters she shared with Kelli and listed for a moment. She could hear nothing inside, so she slipped inside. "Kelli," she called. "Dwayne?"

"In here," came a groggy voice from the bedroom. "We're in here."

A moment later, Tchi appeared in the bedroom and smiled to them both. "You look happy."

Dwayne glanced at Tchi, a little worried. His expression showed that he was. He sat on the bed, still as naked as when she'd left. He stood up, a glance at Kelli, before he moved okay to Tchi. He took her hand and lead her to the bed. "You were missed."

She looked up at him and smiled. "I was?"

Dwayne glanced at Kelli again, then turned back to Tchalla, "I missed you. I noticed you were gone and was worried." Okay, he'd said something a woman would say, but at the moment, he didn't care how it sounded. He drew her closer to him, resting his free hand on her shoulder. "I was worried that you would be feeling left out."

"I...I thought you...you and Kelli might...might want to be alone, for that. It didn't feel right watching." She slipped her arms around him and held him. "I didn't know what else to do. I hope you and Kelli had fun."

Dwayne's hand caressed over her back. He noticed she was fully dressed again and he grinned. "You're a little overdressed." He moved in to assist her out of her clothes again. Then he drew her into his arms, pressing her close, more a comforting move than anything erotic for the moment.

Tchalla looked up and smiled at him. "Thank you," she whispered as the last of her clothing fluttered to the floor and she was enfolded into his embrace. "I-- I missed you too, when I was...was wandering."

Dwayne couldn't believe how much heat rushed through his body...especially after being with Kelli...twice. Holding her as close to himself as he was...his body was 'rising' to the occasion. Although it wasn't very quickly, but it was happening all the same. He pulled her away from him and glanced down...and smiled up at her. "I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight...not like this."

Tchalla looked down, following his gaze, and then back up. She grinned at him, blushing. "I'll...I'll keep you company," she said.

He drew her back into his arms and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Her warm form pressed against his made his body react even more.

She could feel him against her, warm and alive. She'd never felt this way, though it'd been close so many times. It was the anticipation, the curiousity of what was coming next. Every time she'd made love with Kelli, it was there. And, now, the excited thumping of her heart as she kissed Dwayne, their bodies twined in a close embrace, curious of what would be next with him. Whatever it was, she wasn't sure if she had the patience to wait much longer. Finally the kiss, filled with eager anticipation and enthusiastic passion, broke and she gazed up at him, sucking in long breaths before she returned her lips to his once more, unable to stop herself from doing so.

He smiled when she pressed her mouth back to his. He hadn't thought he would be this ready for another round this soon, but it seemed he was. He backed up towards the bed, pulling her along with him, still in a tight embrace and kissing. He moved his hand over her back, lower, then back up again, not wanting to venture to far, to fast.

As they reached the bed, Kelli moved over a little to give them room. She had no intention of slipping away, but she didn't know if she felt right watching. Perhaps, once they got themselves up to warp speed, she'd slip out into the other room. Though, she liked how Tchi's blue skin looked as she mixed with Dwayne's tanned skin.

Dwayne turned so that Tchi would be sitting on the bed and he knelt in front of her. He laid his head against her stomach. He closed his eyes and as he did, he ran a tongue over her stomach.

Tchalla leaned back on the bed as Dwayne's lips grazed heated trails over her belly. She smiled at him and ran her hands through his hair as he kissed. "Oh...oh..."

Dwayne nibbled at the flesh of her stomach...he seemed to be enjoying himself as he hovered over Tchi's belly. He crawled up on the bed...between her legs, but not entering her. He hovered over her and placed a kiss on her mouth.

Tchi returned the kiss as she allowed one arm to snake up and around his neck. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, the wonderful feeling of his skin pressed against hers. She could feel him down there, ready, and couldn't help the feeling of longing, of need. She couldn't ever remember feeling this way before.

He broke the kiss and began to kiss along her chin, down her neck and then he began to suck on her breast, taking the nub into his mouth gently.

Tchalla gasped and squeaked at his touch, but it quickly turned into a very delighted moan. She squirmed under his touch, mind and body on fire at his every touch. She knew it was supposed to feel nice, but this was much more than she could or would have ever imagined. Her hands brushed against his skin, enjoying the way it felt to her.

He heard her moan and relished it. He continued his attention on her breast another moment...then moved to the other one to give it equal time. After a few moments, he moved a hand down to the place between her legs.

Tchi gasped and cried out as his touch. "Oh...oh wow." She opened her eyes and met his, a large grin formed.

He moved his hand a little, enough to spread her legs a little so he could cup her groin with his hand. He kept his mouth attending to her breast while he touched her more private regions with his hand. Giving her more attention it seemed than he gave Kelli.

Her entire body seemed to be vibrating with his touch, soaring and flying. She couldn't help the feelings, couldn't help her body's reaction, or the squeaking and moaning. His hands, his lips...it was too much.

He moved up then, and placing himself between her legs. He looked into her eyes. "Do you trust me?"

"I do," she breathed.

Dwayne tried to make a joke. "I don't know how, I don't trust myself." After the smile fell from his face he leaned in so his forehead was touching hers, "I...I'll try not to hurt you." Then he gently tried to push himself into her, mindful of any resistance.

He met no resistance and soon found himself all the way inside of her. From the look in her eyes, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the feelings he was giving her. Her blue skin seemed to glow against his. White hair splayed out behind her head as Dwayne found a gentle rhythm that soon her body was matching. She raised her lips to his and kissed him as he made love to her.

A groan emitted from his throat, he moved within her slowly, giving her all the enjoyment, not that he wasn't having some as well. He leaned down to place a kiss to her mouth while he moved within her.

Tchalla returned the kiss with passion. Her legs wrapped up and around his hips as they moved together. She squeaked out a cry that couldn't be vocalized as they kissed. She could feel her antennae, drooping and then flexing against her skull, curling in on themselves as she squirmed against his blissful touch.

Dwayne responded easily as he moved within her. His hands marching over her form, taking in her warmth, the moist feel of her over him... Then, without any warning, he flipped them both over with her on top...He looked up at her with a grin...

Tchalla was startled at first, but adapted quickly. She slipped her hands to his shoulders and found a new rhythm for them. It was awkward at first, but soon they were moving together as one. She kissed him fiercely and passionately. She couldn't believe the feelings and, to her surprise, she liked it this way, gazing down into his eyes as their bodies joined. "Oh wow..."

Dwayne smiled up at her...really seeming to enjoy watching her above him. His hands rested on her hips, he would help guide her over him. His own hips would move up and down beneath her, bringing a new twist to this thing called 'making love' to him as well. He got into the kisses she gave him, his hands roaming over her back and lower areas of her body, only to bring his hands back to her hips to help guide her over his body. The sensations he was getting now were a little different. A little more...a little sharper for her somehow as he seems to be penetrating deeper within her than he had previously when she was beneath him.

There was constant sound coming from Tchalla, a mixture of squeaks, moans, and other sounds that indicated just how good a time she was having. Her eyes were wide as she felt the familiar rush coming on, knowing it wouldn't be long until Dwayne would push her right over the edge into blissful oblivion. And, then it happened, a blinding wave of bliss that seemed to lift her out of her body and spin her around the universe. Before it could end, she kissed him as passionately as she was able as the wave of pleasure finished crashing over her.

Dwayne's own rush of pleasure washed over him, almost at the same time as Tchalla's did. He released into her a warm flood, with each pump, he would thrust into her, seemingly a stronger thrust than previously felt by her. As his own passionate wave of pleasure began to wind down, he felt her mouth on his in a kiss of passion that seemed unequaled...except with Kelli.

"Oh Dwayne," Tchalla said softly. "Oh...wow...my...oh wow." She grinned at him. "That was...it...it felt amazing."

He rolled them so they were both on their sides, he held his hand on her waist. He smiled at her, then he glanced around for Kelli.

From the other side of the bed, Kelli sat there watching them both with a proud grin. "You two...that was...that looked very fun."

Dwayne reached behind him and grabbed at Kelli's hand, drawing her closer to him.

Tchalla lay there in silence for a time before she turned back to Dwayne and Kelli. "What now?"

Dwayne gave a sigh of contentment, he leaned in to place a kiss to Tchalla's mouth. "Sleep. I'm exhausted." He smiled lightheartedly, but his body was very tired.

"Sleep sounds wonderful," Kelli said. "And, you do mean, sleep here with us, don't you?"

Dwayne nodded. "I did indeed." He turned his head back to glance at Kelli, placing a kiss to her head. "I definitely did."

Kelli grinned and gave him a sultry kiss. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Dwayne returned the kiss. "I'm glad I didn't disappoint you."

---

"Moving Out and Moving In"
By: Crewman First Class Sorg Jurell, Security
CPO Calyca Boothroyd, Engineering

Location: USS Sulu, Boothroyd's Quarters
Stardate: 57910.28, 23h50

***

The engagement party hadn't been what either of them expected, and yet at the same time, it had. It'd been nice and uneventful for the most part and quite successful. There'd been some good natured teasing interspersed with all the very serious well-wishing and congratulations. But neither Sorg nor Booter minded. And even though the party went well, they were glad to be alone again.

Jurell laughed, a soft merry sound as he slid his arms around her and held her tightly, nuzzling into her neck and then kissing her forehead. "I love you," he declared with delight. "I love you!" he said a little louder, still laughing and making her shake as she lay atop of him totally exhausted. He smothered her face with exuberant kisses.

"Uuuhh..." Calyca blinked through the rash of kisses, her eyes finally closing as she kept her face turned up for them. "Ooohh... You're gonna make me move..." And she did, stealing her arms around his neck and moaning softly in contented pleasure. She turned her head a bit and when his lips came close to hers, captured them with a lingering kiss that he melted into and said it all. "Je t`aime," she whispered back, grinning against his lips. "I'm glad I amuse you." She was teasing and nipped at his bottom lip to show him so.

"You do more than amuse me," he grinned and then kissed her back, looking up into her eyes as she combed her delicate fingers through his hair. "How did I get along with out you?" he asked softly.

"I'm not sure," she smiled down at him. "If I could answer that, then I'd know how I got along without you." She lightly kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Can you put the request in to ops about shared quarters?" he asked seriously.

"Ummhmm.... Want me to do it right now?" She grinned at him, dead serious herself.

"Yeah," he grinned, "I do."

"Don't think I will?" she teased and reached for her comm badge. "Chief Boothroyd to Operations..."

"Aye Chief, Operations here. What can I do for you?" the duty officer asked.

Caly grinned at Jurell and took a deep breath before answering. "I'd like to request shared quarters with Crewman First Class, Sorg Jurell. Effective immediately," she told him.

"Yes ma'am. Is that a cohabitation for the purposes of a personal relationship ma'am?" the duty officer sounded completely official.

"Of course," she replied and blew Jurell a kiss.

"No problem, Chief. Just cut the request with your personal authority code and Crewman Sorg will have to do the same. Regulations state that the senior officers in Engineering and Security will be informed. Crewman Sorg will have transfer authority for your shared quarters. I'll see if I can bump you up...yep," he was obviously consulting the computer. "We have a married quarters assignment that belonged to the Ashburys. Deck three section two room 312B. I'll get your stuff transported if you'd like to pack it, Chief."

Jurell grinned and nodded. It meant more space, but more importantly it meant a real bed rather than a bunk.

Caly felt her heart thudding and fluttering both at the same time. It had her drawing in a breath and mouthing, 'I don't do relationships', to Jurell. "312B will be fine. Give me about an hour and I'll let you know as soon as I'm ready," she told him. "Booter authorization code: Holmes Three Nine Two Sherlock."

"Thank you, Chief," answered the Ops officer.

"Sorg Jurell, authority code Sorg Seven One One Calyca." He grinned and went a little red.

"No problem, Crewman, there's been a few departures so we've got space to spare." He signed off, leaving Jurell and Calyca to look at each other in silence for at least three heart beats, but probably more like half a dozen.

"You have me in your authorization code?" she asked in awe and looked like she might cry. "You big... Big... Bajoran," she murmured before kissing him soundly. "Je t`aime," she pulled her lips from his and whispered softly. "Did we just move in together?"

"Oh yeah we did." He chuckled, and kissed her again. When he broke for air he grinned, "And we got upgraded." He rolled her over so that their positions were reversed and cupped her face with a large hand. "Am I really going to have to put up with toenail cuttings in bed?"

Caly blinked, both at the question and their reversal of positions. She finally smiled softly and leaned her face in to nuzzle him, rubbing the side of her nose against his cheek. "Just for you I'll cut them someplace else," she answered, and her voice held that excessively warm expression he was coming to know. The one that meant she was melting inside. "What do I get in return?" she teased, nuzzling him again and sighing softly in contentment before tugging on his bottom lip.

"Anything," he answered, and she knew that he meant it. "Whatever your heart desires." He grinned so wide his face might split in two. "I can't believe this is happening." He almost giggled as he pinched her side. "Nope you're real alright." He tickled her ribs and then slipped his arms firmly around her, his blue eyes were showing his affection in the gaze he bestowed upon her.

"Hey!" she squeaked at the pinch and then giggled at the tickling... But it was that look in his eyes that held her so totally mesmerized and completely under his spell.

"You know...there's one thing we haven't talked about...our careers." He took a breath and said, "I'll go where ever you go. I think you have a real shot at someday running your own department. You're the smartest woman I've ever met.. and I can serve basically anywhere. As far as I'm concerned, my home is where ever you are. Starfleet will transfer the both of us together seeing as we're engaged...so I don't want you ever thinking that you have to worry about me...okay?"

"Okay," she smiled up and him and brushed her fingers over his lips. "You know I'm not all that ambitious, right?" she asked softly. "Running my own department is only something I've thought about when the person I'm working under is stubborn and so green they scare the shit out of me. So don't be disappointed if I never do more than I am now, okay? Cause right now... All my heart desires is you... And occasionally some ice cream in bed." Now it was her turn to run her fingers down his side, tickling him lightly.

He laughed and slapped her hand away, his laughter was a good sound, and he fought with her, and let her win and rolled her over him again and kissed her. "Want some ice-cream?" he laughed. "Or do you just want to pack?"

She laughed and squealed once or twice, panting for breath when he rolled her over again and kissing him back soundly. "Pack," she grinned. "We can eat ice cream in our new bed..." She waggled her eyebrows at him and wrapped her arms around him, running her hands up his back with a soft, contented sound.

"Then we'd better get showered." He grinned. "And I'll help you pack. I travel pretty light." He scooped her up and swung her around. "No foolin' around, girl. I'm not gonna get distracted." He chuckled as she tickled his neck and then nuzzled against him as he stepped into the fresher, biting his throat softly with a murmured, "mmhmm..." which he knew better than to believe.

"I'm the epitome of behaving, remember?" she grinned and held onto him as she wondered what the hell she was doing. Not only had she agreed to marry a guy she'd only known for three months, but she was moving in with him.... And to top it all off, she'd gone and fallen head over heels in love with him. Her... Calyca Boothroyd... The woman that didn't do relationships... Maybe that damn virus had attacked her senses.

She did try many things during the course of the shower, all of them sorely testing Jurell's resolve to get them in and out as quickly as possible so they could get packed and be on their way. He made it through the many soft love bites placed just where she knew he was the most sensitive, and past the rash of warm kisses placed everywhere she could reach, and he even made it past her playful caresses... But what was nearly his undoing was her throbbing and breathlessly whispered, "Je t`aime," into his mouth as she kissed him.

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