Fight For Love and Life

Fight For Love and Life

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Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

Picard finds himself the sole focus of a woman who wants him. Due to an archaeological mishap, Picard,Crusher and the woman are transported far away and into a very dangerous sitiuation.

Summary

Picard finds himself the sole focus of a woman who wants him. Due to an archaeological mishap, Picard,Crusher and the woman are transported far away and into a very dangerous sitiuation.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Fight For Love and Life

Author Chapter Note

Picard finds himself the sole focus of a woman who wants him. Due to an archaeological mishap, Picard,Crusher and the woman are transported far away and into a very dangerous sitiuation.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 18, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Fight For Love.

 

Captain Jean-Luc Picard straightened slowly and placed his hands in the small of his back, stretching and bending backwards, grimacing as his spine complained. He’d been bent over minutely excavating some pottery shards for the last three and a half hours and his body had begun to complain. He rotated his head slowly and noted the tight muscles in his neck and shoulders. Sighing, he bent once more and picked up his tools and the bucket, his attention again drawn to its contents. A satisfied smile crept across his stubbled face and he looked around the cavern in which he’d been working these last few days, wishing, not for the first time, that he’d arrived earlier. The voice of the expedition’s leader drifted to him, echoing through the tunnels. He waited patiently and soon he was joined by his friend.

“Jean-Luc how have you been going? Find anything interesting?”

Proffering the bucket and gesturing to a rock ledge, the two men seated themselves and began to sift through the contents of the bucket.

Doctor Lars Ebsen, the chief archaeological expert on the dig grinned and looked up at the Captain with undisguised warmth.

“These specimens are superb! Look at the inscriptions on that one…you can see the marks made by the engraving tool.”

He sighed and clapped Jean-Luc on the shoulder.

“You must be pleased.”

Jean-Luc smiled ruefully and directed his eyes to the items in his hands.

“I am happy, yes…but I wish we could have got here sooner. This dig is so huge…and impressive…it will take years to uncover it all. I had hoped to be here two weeks ago, but it’s difficult for us to juggle our leaves to coincide with each other.”

“I understand completely. I’m just happy you could come at all…I know it’s not easy for Starship Captains to get leave and to obtain the services of a Doctor…your CMO no less…well we’re delighted.”

Jean-Luc laughed softly and shook his head.

“So tell me, what is my CMO doing at the moment?”

“Well I can’t say exactly, but when I left the campsite she was cooing the baby and spoiling her rotten.”

Nodding, Jean-Luc chuckled.

“That sounds like Beverly. You must be pleased to have your wife along with you.”

“Yes. She’s writing a thesis on this dig…we waited until the baby was eight months old…the truth is I couldn’t keep her away. When this site opened up and the Urallians gave permission for us to excavate it…well you can imagine our excitement. She wouldn’t have stayed at home in any event. What about Beverly? I didn’t know she was interested in archaeology.”

Jean-Luc sat up and wiped his dusty hands on his trouser legs.

“She isn’t really, it’s just that we wanted to be together on this leave.”

“I see. So you’re...?”

Jean-Luc smiled but left the question unanswered. Instead he stood and hefted the bucket.

“It’s getting late…we should be making our way back to camp if we want to catalogue all these specimens.”

Giving the Captain a sidelong look, Lars climbed to his feet and let Jean-Luc lead him out of the cavern. They entered a tunnel that gently sloped upwards and lead to a series of vaulted rooms, each heavily festooned with stalactites and stalagmites. Many millennia of seepage had created magnificent forms, some stunningly beautiful, some grotesque, most hidden in the inky blackness beyond the suspended lights. They traversed the trail between the formations and crouched down to crawl through a chute almost seventy metres long. Having successfully covered the distance, they found themselves at the base of a sheer cliff. A metal ladder had been fastened to the face and they ascended carefully, the sound of more archaeologists drifting down to them. As they crested the wall, bright lights met their eyes and they squinted, allowing their sight to adjust.

The main cavern was a hive of activity. Tables were set up against the walls and computer monitors glowed eerily in the shadows cast by the people. Already a sizeable amount of artefacts were displayed, most catalogued, some still awaiting that task. Across the floor, Starfleet issue matting was laid in an attempt to keep down the insidious dust. It got into everything, making some jobs difficult. Jean-Luc couldn’t remember when he’d last had a cup of tea or meal that wasn’t gritty. Spotting the telltale flash of vibrant red, Jean-Luc handed the bucket to his companion and cast him a smile.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

He sauntered off and Lars grinned to himself.

“Oh yes…you’re definitely a couple.”

As he approached his best friend he noticed she was treating a technician’s arm. He drew close, but refrained from distracting her from her work. Instead he quietly took the opportunity to watch her doing what she did best. She was applying an auto fuser to a nasty gash on the woman’s forearm.

“Now listen to me Estelle…no more putting your arm down holes that haven’t been thoroughly checked. Who knows what could’ve been down there.”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Well at least we know that particular kind of shale can be razor sharp. There, all finished. The new skin will be a little tender for a couple of days…keep it out of the sun. Off you go.”

The woman slid from the trestle table and flexed her arm. She grinned at the Doctor and turned on her heel, soon lost in the comings and goings on around her.

He approached as she put away her instruments. He looked around and ensured no one was watching them before slipping his arm around her waist and kissing her softly on the neck. He drew back and watched as she continued with her task. He did note, however, the colour rise up her neck to her face, staining her alabaster skin dusty red. Jean-Luc slid his hands into his pockets and moved to her side. He turned around and sat on the table, extending his legs before him, crossing his ankles. He tilted his head and said sotto voce,

“You look utterly delectable when you do that.”

Her hands stilled and a grin just appeared through the curtain of her hair.

“Jean-Luc…”

“Shh my love. I’m going to talk to Lars for a little while then I’m going to have a shower. What say you meet me in our tent in say…forty-five minutes.”

Keeping her head down she answered,

“Ok. I’ll go and shower now. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Excellent…and Beverly…be in the bed…and be naked.”

She chuckled quietly and said saucily,

“What…you don’t want to…unwrap me?”

He growled under his breath, his one word reply sending a thrill down her spine.

“No!”

He stood up and made to move away, but he altered course and, as he passed her, he surreptitiously brushed his hand over her buttocks and gently squeezed. Her hands gripped the edge of the table and she let her head raise back as she gasped with fast rising desire. She quickly looked over her shoulder but he was walking away from her. Nevertheless, she watched his retreating behind with appreciation, subconsciously licking her lips, her eyes hooded. She left soon after.

Jean-Luc rejoined Lars as promised and they spent some time dating his finds and placing them in the chronological timeline they had created. When he thought it permissible, Jean-Luc left his friend and went to the shower block where he had already placed his toiletries and clean robe. He found that if he prepared ahead of time he could avoid the crush of people who wanted to shower before the evening meal.

Taking off his peaked cap, he allowed a wry grin at his appearance. Covered in red dust, the top of his head was clean…startlingly so. He sighed and set about undressing, putting his clothes straight into the auto cleanser. They would be ready for him when he finished. His boots he knocked and gave a brush before putting them in a small cabinet that would clean them thoroughly. He then stepped into a cubicle and turned on the shower. Usually digs such as this relied on sonic showers, but this expedition was funded by the Urallian government and they spared no expense.

The dust stuck to his body tenaciously, requiring plenty of soap and scrubbing to remove it. He emerged from the shower, his skin glowing pink. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he quickly shaved and donned his robe and sandals.

The short journey to his tent was traversed carefully, stepping only on the duriplast boards making up the paths between the tents. He again congratulated himself on the position of their tent. Situated apart from the main body of the settlement, it afforded a modicum of privacy, something for which they were both appreciative. Entering his code, the tent flap parted and he stepped in, his eyes closing as he detected Beverly’s distinctive scent. A mixture of the perfume she chose and her own clean womanly odour, he felt himself begin to harden. Jean-Luc opened his eyes and his breath caught in his throat. Beverly was where he’d asked her to be. In their bed, naked, with the covers folded at the foot, she watched him with sultry eyes and beckoned to him slowly.

“Come here Jean-Luc.”

He walked up to the bedside and slipped the sandals from his feet. He shrugged off the robe and Beverly suddenly sat up and caught his hands as they were about to strip off the towel.

“Uh uh…that’s mine.”

His hands dropped to his sides as she admired the considerable bulge in the towel. Lifting her hand, she trailed her index finger over his length and smiled when he hardened further. Kneeling she undid the towel and let it drop to the floor. She leaned forward and gently gripped his hips, pulling him closer. He too a small step forward and groaned softly when she took the head in her mouth. She lifted him and sucked lightly, delighted when he swelled in her mouth. His hands lifted to her head and he tangled his fingers in her hair and groaned again as she released his hips and allowed her hands to join her mouth. One hand gently massaged his testicles; the other rhythmically squeezed the base of his penis. His hands soon left her head and drifted to her shoulders where he gently pushed her back. She released him and lay back on the bed. As he knelt on the inflated mattress, it squeaked softly and they both smiled. He leaned down to her ear and whispered,

“We’ll have to be quiet…”

Beverly nodded then gasped when he descended to her breast and took a nipple in his mouth. She arched up to him as the bud pebbled and he gently grazed it with his teeth.

Usually he liked to spend a long time with foreplay. He preferred to bring her orgasm several times before he entered her, but such was their desire they were both in somewhat of a hurry.

His hand slid down her side and down to her mons to boldly stroke her labia. Finding her wet and hot, he dallied only a moment before he rolled her onto her back and covered her with his hard lean body. She opened her legs and he settled between them, quickly finding his place in her. He entered her slowly, something they both enjoyed, and growled softly when she bit his shoulder. He reciprocated by gently biting her earlobe and her hands went to his buttocks, urging him to move. He didn’t disappoint, thrusting slowly at first, but quickly building up to a frantic rhythm. She began to cry out and he covered her mouth with his, kissing her passionately and swallowing her noise. Her fingernails raked his back and he screwed his eyes shut while he slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her to his thrusts.

She peaked first, arching under him as her internal muscles gripped him. He held his ground and kept pumping vigorously in and out of her bringing another and yet another climax to her before he suddenly stiffened and ground himself against her as he found his own ecstasy.

They lay panting, eyes closed tight, bodies trembling. Jean-Luc’s head rested on Beverly’s shoulder and he winced when she stroked his back. She opened her eyes and took his face in her hands, gently lifting it. In a soft whisper she said,

“I’ve done it again, haven’t I?”

He smiled and kissed her tenderly.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Well at least let me get an auto fuser and heal them…”
”Later my love. For now let’s just lie here and enjoy the afterglow.”

She sighed and nodded, then mewed as he nuzzled her neck.

“I love you Jean-Luc. Even in this dusty God-forsaken mud ball of a planet where I don’t see you from dawn til dusk…I still love you.”

He sighed and gently rolled to his side, taking her with him. He slipped from her, making them both gasp, and then grin sheepishly.

“And you must know Beverly…I love you too. With all that I am. I’m so happy you decided to come with me…I would’ve been so lonely…”

“Hush. Kiss me Jean-Luc.”

He wrapped his well-muscled arms around her and pulled her close before tilting his head and nudging under her nose. Their lips met softly, caressing and plucking. His tongue requested entry and she granted it joyfully, opening to him like a flower in bloom. She ran her hands up his back and he twitched in her embrace. She broke the kiss and looked at her hands to find them covered in blood. Sitting up abruptly she frowned down at her lover.

“God Jean-Luc I really gave it to you this time. You lie here on your stomach and I’ll heal them.”

He sighed and made himself comfortable as Beverly left the bed to retrieve her instruments. She soon returned and the mattress complained when she knelt at his side. He chuckled softly and said,

“I don’t recall hearing the mattress…do you think we made enough noise to be heard?”

“God I don’t know. To be honest we could’ve been invaded by the Borg and I wouldn’t have known.”
She studied the deep, long scratches down his back and gently touched the torn skin. He flinched but said nothing as she went about repairing the lacerations. When she was finished she took a moistened swab and began to clean the blood from his skin. Thoughtfully she said,

“It’s your own fault you know.”
”My fault?”

“Uh huh. If you weren’t such a damn good lover I wouldn’t be driven to doing this. You make me mindless…I’ve never done it to anyone else…”

He turned his head and smiled.

“All finished?”

She nodded and he rolled over, taking her hands and pulling her down to him.

“Listen to me my lovely. I don’t care what you do to me as long as you are happy. If I though for one moment you weren’t enjoying what we do…”

Her fingers touched his lips silencing him. She slowly eased her hand away and kissed him, softly, lovingly…imparting all her love and wonder. He sighed and returned the kiss, his heart swelling in his chest. They were interrupted by a chime from their tent flap. Jean-Luc sat up and called out,

“Who is it?”

“It’s Lars Captain. We’re gathering for a briefing before dinner. Will you be joining us?”

Jean-Luc looked at his lover and she nodded then smiled and kissed his nose.

“Yes Lars. I’ll be there shortly.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

The main experts on the dig were assembled in the large tent in the middle of the settlement. Long conference tables, which doubled as dining tables at meal times, ran the length of the tent at this time covered with computers and PADDS. Lars looked up from his scrutiny of a specimen and grinned as Jean-Luc made his way over to him.

“Jean-Luc, glad you could make it, we’ve had something of a breakthrough. Doctor Adamson has found something I think you’ll find intriguing.”

The two men moved down the table to a group of four people gathered around a computer. Mary Adamson was asking for opinions.

“So if we accept this glyph as being indicative of manned flight…what do we make of this?”

She held up a large nearly complete platter. On its surface a scene had been etched, depicting several manned flying craft surrounding an obscured image. They all seemed to be facing in the same direction, but unfortunately the scene was missing a piece. The side of the platter was broken off, thereby truncating the picture.

Lars and Jean-Luc moved forward to get a better look and the Captain noticed some incomplete glyphs along the edge of the break.

“It seems something of importance was represented there. For the image to have its own glyphs…a religious icon perhaps?”

Mary looked up and smiled, moving close enough to him to have their shoulders touch.

“Maybe but generally they seem to have had a secular society. I wish we could get a better look at this obscured image…here in the centre.”

Jean-Luc tried to put some distance between them but she maintained the contact. She urged him to bend closer to study the picture and, as he did, she bent also. With their faces very close, she turned to him and purred,

“I’d value your opinion Captain.”

Jean-Luc cleared his throat and straightened as more people crowded in to view the enigma. He was about to ask Lars a question when he felt someone gently pinch his behind. His head quickly turned to Mary but she kept her eyes and at least one hand on the artefact. He reddened slightly and moved away from the table, but not before he caught a sly grin from the pretty archaeologist.

He made his way to the main computer and was immersed in his work when Lars joined him.

“So Jean-Luc…what do you think?”

The Captain sighed and checked his screen.

“It could be anything, but I do think it’s significant. It’s the first time we’ve seen the flying objects in conjunction with anything else that’s been given the same, or more important status. I wish we knew what those missing glyphs were.”

Lars turned the monitor to face him and entered some commands.

“We’re cross referencing all known glyphs and that obscured image…we hope to discover what that is by comparing some earlier finds with what we have. We might get lucky.”

Jean-Luc nodded and looked around to ensure their privacy.

“Lars…Mary Adamson…what’s her status?”

Lars chuckled softly and dug Jean-Luc in the ribs.

“She fancies you! She spent all morning plying me with questions about you.”

Jean-Luc scowled deeply.
”Like what?”

“Oh you know…are you married, what do you like to eat, how old are you…and who is your companion and what is your relationship with her?”

Jean-Luc groaned and rubbed his face, slowly shaking his head.

“Oh God…”

Lars smiled and waggled his eyebrows.

“You old dog Jean-Luc...she’s quite a catch you know. Her father is Karl Adamson, the noted philanthropist and major contributor to the Federation Archaeological Guild. She’s unmarried, pretty, well connected and brilliant. You’d be hard pressed to do better.”

Jean-Luc frowned and shook his head. To his friend he said,

“Lars I’m already in a stable, loving relationship and I don’t want that to change. Will you tell Mary…thanks, but no thanks?”

Lars sighed expansively and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll tell her Jean-Luc but I doubt it’ll make any difference. She’s accustomed to getting what she wants.”

The two men noticed the entry of the cooks and shifted to help them clear the tables in preparation for the evening meal. Chairs were brought in and soon many tasty dishes were displayed for the personnel to choose from. They entered singularly and in groups, Jean-Luc gratified to see Beverly enter with Lars’ wife, her attention on the baby, which the red head had perched on her hip. Jean-Luc sauntered over to her and delighted the Doctor when he tickled the little girl under the chin. He was rewarded with a burbling giggle and a drool. Grimacing, he surreptitiously wiped his fingers on his trousers and scowled at Beverly who was only just withholding a giggle of her own.

“My intrepid Captain…”

He shook his head in exasperation a grin slowly creeping across his handsome face. He was about to suggest she surrender the child when a sultry voice reached his ear.

“Captain Picard you simply must taste this vegetable medley…it’s divine.”

He turned to find Mary Adamson very close, holding up a fork loaded with the said vegetables. As he opened his mouth to decline, she pushed the laden utensil into his mouth. He could either spit it out or chew. He chose to chew.

“Mmm.”

He raised his eyebrows and reached for Beverly’s elbow, dismayed to find she’d moved off with Julie, Lars’ wife. Mary stepped closer and tilted her head, making her bob hairstyle shimmer.

“Is it true what they say about Starship Captains?”

Jean-Luc swallowed, his mind racing.

“Err…what is that?”

She raised one finger and ran it down his shirt to his belt.

“That they’re always ready…for anything?”

Feeling very uncomfortable, Jean-Luc gently took her hand and moved it from his body.

“Ms. Adamson…”

“Oh no…call me Mary please…and I’ll call you Jean-Luc.”

He lowered his head and sighed. Gathering his wits he tried again.

“Ms. Adamson…Mary…I think you’ve got the wrong impression. I…”

He was interrupted by Beverly.

“Jean-Luc? Are you coming to the table?”

She immediately noticed his discomfit and transferred her attention to the young woman with the predatory look.

“Hello, I’m Doctor Beverly Crusher.”

She held out her hand and Mary shook it diffidently. Jean-Luc found his tongue.

“Ah yes! Beverly this is Doctor Mary Adamson, one of the site directors. Mary, Beverly is the CMO on my ship and my…partner.”

Mary’s eyebrows rose and she made a show of looking Beverly up and down.

“Are you now? Lucky you.”

Barely concealing an amused smile, Beverly endured the rudeness and casually slipped her hand into Jean-Luc’s.

“Aren’t I just? Well Jean-Luc dinner’s getting cold and you how I am with my appetites.”

He hid a frown beneath a smile and took a large breath.

“Yes we really should be getting to the table.”

They moved off, hoping the confrontation was over. Their hopes were dashed when they sat only to find Mary taking the seat to Jean-Luc’s left. He was effectively sandwiched between the two women. Hoping to keep things on a normal footing, Jean-Luc reached for a plate and was highly embarrassed when his arm brushed Mary’s breast as she leaned forward deliberately. He couldn’t help but notice she’d undone the top buttons of her shirt, exposing a tantalising amount of flesh. Their eyes met and she smiled sweetly. He was about to apologise when he felt a firm pinch on his thigh from the other side. His head spun around to find Beverly glaring at him. His mouth opened to protest when his hand was enclosed by another. He closed his eyes and frowned before turning slowly and re-opening his eyes. Mary gently squeezed his hand and he began to sweat. Abruptly pushing his chair back he rose to his feet and firmly placed his serviette on the table.

“If you will excuse me ladies.”

Mustering all of his considerable dignity, he squared his shoulders and left the room. He felt their eyes on his back and didn’t stop until he was safely outside, where he took a deep breath and wiped his brow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was seated at the makeshift desk reading when Beverly returned to their tent sometime later. She carried a bundle in her hands and Jean-Luc’s eyebrows rose with curiosity.

“What have you got there?”

She grinned and placed the bundle on the desk and slowly began to unwrap it.

“Well seeing as how you made such a strategic early withdrawal…I thought you just might be hungry.”

She uncovered a plate warmer and Jean-Luc’s mouth watered when she took the lid off. He leaned forward a sniffed appreciatively.

“Smells delicious.”

“It was. Here, you’ll need these.”
She gave him his utensils and he sighed with pleasure before tucking in to his meal. Beverly stayed silent while he ate, content to just watch him. He was a graceful man whose every action, even something as mundane as eating was undertaken with economy of movement, his well muscled lean body oozing power and poise.

Finishing his repast, he wiped his mouth and sat back, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Thank you Beverly that was kind of you.”

“You’re welcome. Do you want to talk about it?”

His smile faded and a frown appeared.

“It’s damned embarrassing.”

Beverly carefully tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and sniffed.

“She wants you, you know.”

“Beverly…”

“No I’m serious! We had a little…chat after you left.”

His head shot up and he blushed.

What?”

“Uh huh. She asked me exactly what you meant by partner.”

Jean-Luc rubbed his face in irritation and huffed.

“It’s none of her damned business!”

“Oh I agree with you, but she was…insistent.”

He looked up, a worried frown marring his features.

“What did you say?”

Beverly took her time, drawing one leg up under her and tidying the items on the desk.

“Beverly…”

“I told her we’re in a long term relationship and that she would be better served if she went looking elsewhere.”

He let out a breath and tilted his head.

“And what did she say?”

“She asked…rather pointedly…if we were married. I told her the truth.”

“Merde!”

“Exactly. As far as she’s concerned if we’re not married…then you’re fair game, but to be honest I don’t think she really cares. She’ll be after you in any event.”

Jean-Luc spent some moments studying his hands, thinking.

“She won’t be put off?”

“Nope.”

“Oh God. I’m sorry Beverly. Look I’ll make it clear to her tomorrow. I’ll…”

Beverly stood and came around the desk to insinuate herself between his legs.

“She’s quite pretty…in a avaricious sort of way. Are you sure you…?”

“Beverly!”

He stood suddenly and took her in his arms, crushing her to him and kissing her passionately. She remained stiff in his embrace only a moment before melting into his arms. She returned the kiss and moaned when his tongue entered her mouth to plunder her depths. He kissed her thoroughly, until she was weak at the knees. Only then did he taper his assault, easing back and gazing deeply into her sapphire blue eyes.

“My sweet Beverly…never…never doubt my love for you. My heart…my soul are yours and yours alone…no one else’s.  I have eyes only for you and it has been that way for nearly half my life.”

In response Beverly reached up and slowly undid the buttons of his shirt.

“Make love to me Jean-Luc…slowly…sweetly…as only you can.”

He kissed her again and whispered softly to her,

“Anything my love…anything you desire.”

 

 

 

 

A half an hour later Mary stealthily approached the tent and glowered at hearing the soft rhythmic squeaking of the mattress. She tarried, tempted to activate the call button on the tent, but eventually retreated, her ears burning with the gentle sounds of passion coming from the shelter.

 

 

 

 

 

Early the next day, after breakfast, the researchers split up into teams and entered the caverns. Beverly accompanied the Captain only as far as the ladder. As was his habit, he intended to explore on his own, stopping where he chose to excavate. He turned to his lover and took her hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? Some of the calcium formations have to be seen to be believed.”

She chuckled and used her free hand to straighten the strap of his knapsack.

“No Jean-Luc you go on. I’ll man the medical station, there’s always someone needing help with this many people.”

He sighed and glanced about, ascertaining their privacy.

“Very well. I’ll be back for lunch.”

He leaned in and kissed her tenderly and she whispered in his ear,

“Thank you for last night…it was wonderful.”

He smiled softly and ran his fingers down her face to caress her lips.

“For you…anything.”

She stepped back from the cliff and watched as he settled his load and swung onto the ladder. Their eyes met and they smiled as he disappeared. Beverly sighed and made her way back to the first aid station in the main cavern. Already there were two people waiting.

“So? What have we here?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jean-Luc had been an hour at his last site, extracting two more sizeable finds. Further digging revealed a paved section and he followed it, carefully digging and sweeping, as the stones were uncovered. He’d bared four and a half metres before he stopped and took out his tricorder. Getting his bearings, he mapped the path and looked up, lifting his hand to adjust the light on his cap. The beam split the darkness and he saw that the path was descending down another tunnel. He was about to move forward when he heard approaching footsteps. Thinking Lars was about to join him, he called out,

“Down here Lars. I think I’ve found something interesting.”

He saw the flash of light before he saw the person behind it. The beam flicked across his eyes, momentarily blinding him. He stood still, mildly annoyed at the breach of etiquette. He wasn’t prepared for the voice he heard.

“Sorry about that Jean-Luc…I just had to look at you.”

His jaw clenched spasmodically and he closed his eyes.

“Ms. Adamson. You’re a long way from the control centre.”

He smelled her perfume, as she stood too close to him. His eyes still starred, he lowered his head and concentrated on the dirt beneath his feet.

“Oh you know how it gets when you’re in command. I like to get amongst the workers…get my hands dirty…I’m sure you understand?”

“Ah…of course. I was just going to return to the cavern, would you like to accompany me?”

She moved closer, so close he could feel her body heat. Her hand drifted up to gently squeeze his bicep. The light on her cap spilled down his body.

“Nonsense Jean-Luc. What was it you were just saying…you’ve found something interesting? I like interesting things…you’d be surprised…”

Nervously shifting out of her grasp, Jean-Luc swallowed and turned to the uncovered pavement. He made the mistake of bending.

“Yes…well as you can see here…”

His voice stilled in his throat as her hand gently caressed the back of his thigh up to his behind as she bent beside him. He straightened immediately and spun around. Unfortunately that put her hand over his groin.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry.”

Despite her apology, her hand remained where it was. Jean-Luc gripped her wrist firmly and removed her hand. She raised their hands and, whilst staring into his face, kissed the back of his fist.

He sighed and shook his head.

“Look Ms. Adamson…I’m not…”

“Now Jean-Luc I thought we’d got past all those stuffy formalities. It’s Mary.”

He paused and tried again.

“Please Ms. Adamson, I really don’t appreciate your…attentions. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m flattered, very much so, but as you already know, I have a partner, whom I love dearly. I’m simply not interested in your advances.”

He stood still while Mary walked slowly around him, the beam from her lamp undulating across his body.

“That could change.”

“No, no it won’t.”

She came to stand once again facing him. She reached up and caressed the back of his head whilst leaning in and kissing him softly. He stood absolutely still, his hands by his sides, not responding in any way. She ended the kiss and sighed, her breath washing over his face. She allowed her fingers to trail down his cheek and across his lips.

“Very well…Jean-Luc, we shall see…I do so love a challenge.”

They stood nose to nose and she half turned. Jean-Luc was about to sigh with relief when she turned back and picked up his hand. She slowly lifted it to her mouth and deliberately sucked his index finger into her mouth suggestively, her eyes never leaving his. Just as he was about to protest, she abruptly expelled the digit, turned and left. He waited until her footfalls echoed into silence before he sat heavily on the ground and swore.

 

 

 

 

 

Beverly was cataloguing her instruments when Julie wandered over with the baby. She laughed when Beverly shut the lid of the container firmly and promptly sat on it. Holding her arms out, Beverly settled the little girl on her lap and cast a sympathetic eye over her new friend.

“Want to talk about it?”

Julie grimaced and shook her head.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Only to those of us who’ve been there.”

Julie looked at Beverly with surprise.

“What do you mean?”

Taking time to wipe the baby’s chin, Beverly replied,

“I completed my final year of medicine with a baby in tow. I know what it’s like.”

Julie’s shoulders slumped and she held her hands up.

“I feel like such a failure! I thought I could write my thesis and take care of Ruby…but…”

“It’s not that easy.”

Julie shook her head and Beverly sighed.

“You have to learn to delegate kiddo. Can you organise some of the technicians to help? I’m sure some of them would volunteer to mind Ruby, she’s such a sweetie.”

The woman frowned and said crossly,

“But I wanted to do everything. I don’t see…”

Beverly smiled inwardly and patted the agitated woman on the arm.

“Get used to the idea. You can’t do everything! You’re human, with all the frailties and insecurities that come with it. Trust me, it does get better, but you have to learn to be kind to yourself.”

A silky feminine voice entered the conversation.

“Now that’s good advice in any situation.”

Beverly looked over Julie’s shoulder to see Mary standing, hands behind her back and a sly grin on her face. The young mother smirked at Beverly knowingly and gathered up her child. Beverly wasn’t in the mood to be kind.

“Here you go Julie. I’m sure Mary would be delighted to baby sit for you.”

The archaeologist’s face screwed up in distaste.

“Babies? I don’t think so!”

Beverly stood, warming to her task.

“Oh come now Mary, Ruby’s an adorable child. What’s a bit of drool and the odd dirty nappy between friends? I’m sure you’ve gotten your hands dirty…sometime?”

Julie looked on with rising fear as Mary’s face hardened.

“Oh yes Doctor…I don’t mind a bit of dirty work…as long as I get what I want. I usually do you know.”

Beverly stood, attaining her full height and looking down at the vexed woman.

“Well I wish you luck, although sometimes a wiser person can see when that task is hopeless.”

Looking up at her adversary, Mary stiffened her back.

“Perhaps, but I like to think that’s when I’m at my best…when the competition makes it all worthwhile. There’s nothing quite like the sweet taste of victory…is there Doctor?”

With that, Mary stalked away and Julie turned to see Beverly watching the retreating woman with a hawk-like intensity. Cuddling her daughter to her breast, Julie made a hasty exit.

For the next two hours Beverly had difficulties keeping her mind on her work. That she was annoyed was an understatement…she was livid. When the lunch break was called, she threw down the PADD she’d been reading and walked quickly over to the cliff, pacing up and down the edge, her anger overriding her fear of heights. She twice checked the chronometer and was about to descend the ladder when she heard his distinctive baritone. She was almost tapping her foot when he appeared.

“Jean-Luc where the hell have you been? Lunch was called ages ago!”

He frowned as he extinguished his light.

“Beverly? What’s wrong?”

She stopped fidgeting and pinched the bridge of her nose. Forcing herself to be calm, she altered her tone.

“Sorry my love…bad morning. Come on let’s go and have lunch.”

Jean-Luc dusted off his hands on his pants then slid an arm around her waist. Ducking in quickly, he stole a kiss and Beverly couldn’t help by smile at his roguish look of triumph. She rested her head on his shoulder as they walked in the now empty cavern, but was saddened when he distanced himself as the approached the long tent. He opened the tent flap and stood back with gentlemanly good manners as she preceded him inside. They had gone only a few steps when they were joined by another.

Sliding her arm through his, Mary leaned close and chuckled.

“I’m told your family owns a rather prestigious vineyard on Earth. What’s a vintner's son doing traipsing about the galaxy…or sniffing in the dirt for that matter?”

Jean-Luc carefully disengaged her arm and conjured up a wan smile.

“I chose not to pursue my family’s business, my interests lay elsewhere. As for archaeology…it has long been a passion of mine.”
As soon as he said it he cringed.

“Oh God why did I say passion?”

She moved closer and batted her eyes at him coquettishly.

“Yes…I would say you’re a very passionate man…”

Beverly slipped her hand into his and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Oh he’s passionate alright…you’ve got no idea…”

Hearing quite enough and not wanting to prolong his embarrassment, Jean-Luc quickly towed Beverly away and over to the tables. In silence he retrieved two plates and handed one to her. When she didn’t take it, he looked up to see her smiling apologetically.

“Sorry…I couldn’t help it…she’s such a bitch.”

He shook his head and muttered,

“More like a cat on heat…she visited me this morning on site.”

“She did?”

“Uh huh.”

Beverly looked around and made a show of putting some sandwiches on her plate. Jean-Luc did the same.

“What did she do?”

Jean-Luc reddened slightly and cleared his throat.

“Let’s just say she was…free with her hands.”

Beverly nearly dropped the plate.

“She touched you? Inappropriately?”

He nodded and sighed.

“And kissed me.”

What?” she hissed, her eyes darkening.

Alarmed, Jean-Luc recognised the Howard temper rousing.

“Nothing happened…I didn’t respond, in fact I told her that her advances were unwanted.”
”Oh really? And what did she say?”

“Look Beverly it’s...”

“What the hell did she say?”

“Beverly…for God’s sake keep your voice down! She seemed to give in, but she did say she liked a challenge.”

Jean-Luc wisely chose not to relate the experience with the finger sucking. Beverly was fuming.

“That bitch!”

“Forget about her Beverly, she will only upset us if we allow her to. Listen to me…I love you! You know that and I know you love me. Let’s just ignore her and enjoy our leave.”

Taking a large breath, Beverly mentally counted to ten and consciously relaxed her body. She looked at her lover with gratitude and squeezed his hand. Nodding, she picked up her plate and moved to the urn to pour a cup of tea. Jean-Luc breathed a sigh of relief but froze as he looked over the table. Mary stood nearby, a wicked grin marring her pretty features.

 

 

 

 

 

The next day Jean-Luc spent many rewarding hours at his site, exposing more pavement and delving deeper into the tunnel. Time there was fortunately Mary free and he soon forgot her, his absorption with his work almost absolute. It was well into the afternoon when he realised, with a sinking stomach, that he’d missed lunch. Sighing, he straightened his aching back and looked around him at the many artefacts he’d gathered. Knowing there were too many to take back in one go, he decided to bring Lars back with him the next day. It was time he showed him the pathway anyway. He had a suspicion it was important, or at least leading to something of importance as he found five articles with similar glyphs to the platter. He bent and gently picked up the clearest representation, carefully placing it in his knapsack. Shining his lamp once again around his site, he was satisfied all was in order. He turned and retreated into the inky blackness of the tunnels.

Beverly had waited around the ladder for ten minutes, but when he didn’t appear, she sighed and went to the dining tent knowing he was probably engrossed in his work. As on the Enterprise, he was often so absorbed in his work, he forgot to sleep or eat. She smiled to herself as she nodded to her companions, he would return in due course, probably hungry…and with a sore back.

Mary avoided Beverly, something for which the doctor was grateful, and the red head noticed that the woman took her lunch to her tent. Shrugging her shoulders, Beverly sought out Julie and Lars, laughing when they were surprised at Jean-Luc’s absence.

Later that afternoon she was administering an analgesic for a stubborn headache when she noticed some people gravitating to one of the tables near the cliff. Finishing with her patient, she wandered over to see what the fuss was about and was stunned when she heard her lover’s mellifluous voice.

“See here Lars…more of the flying machines and, if I’m not mistaken, a clearer glyph of that central figure on the platter.”

Beverly moved closer to him and smiled softly at his concentration. Tiny lines creased between his eyes, and his gaze was piercing as he expounded on his find. She had seen him like this so many times, usually on the Bridge of his ship, but his aura of Command was unmistakable, and the people around him responded appropriately, ceding authority to him unconsciously. Her admiring introspection came to an abrupt halt when Mary pushed through the crowd and stood at his side, their bodies touching. At first Jean-Luc ignored the intrusion, thinking it was just an enthusiastic onlooker, but when she spoke he stiffened and made an effort to put some space between them. Her eyes travelled over his face, a seductive smile appearing.

“So Jean-Luc…you have been busy! Tell me…are there any more like this?”

She reached and gripped his shoulder, her hip pressing against his.

“Ah yes…I’ve managed to uncover several pieces…this was the most startling example, I intended to take Lars with me tomorrow to retrieve the rest.”

“Nonsense! I’ll go with you, well have them deciphered in no time.”

He again attempted to move away from her, but she followed his every action. He sighed and frowned at her.

“I’m sure that’s not necessary Ms. Adamson, you’re needed here. I’ll take Lars.”

She smiled sweetly at him, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I wouldn’t hear of it Jean-Luc! Anyway, as head archaeologist, I reserve the right to see all the newest finds…in situ. Now let’s put an end to these tedious arguments and get to cataloguing these relics.”

The people started to drift away but Mary stayed at Jean-Luc’s side. Leaning too close for his comfort, she said huskily,

“I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to working with you…Jean-Luc.”

Her correct French pronunciation of his name surprised him and she smiled again seeing it. Chuckling to herself she turned to come face to face with Beverly.

“Oh Doctor Crusher, I didn’t know you were here.”

Beverly kept a smile plastered on her face and looked down at the artefact the woman carried.

“Another conquest Mary?”

The smaller woman laughed gaily and shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m not sure…it’s a bit too early to tell.”

“Well you’d better run along and check…hadn’t you.”

One could almost see the electric energy passing between the women. Jean-Luc watched with rising interest as Mary lowered her eyes and grinned to herself. She stepped around Beverly and made a show of exaggerating her sawing hips as she sashayed away.

“That woman!” Beverly hissed.

Jean-Luc took her hand in his and tenderly held over his heart.

“Beverly…remember what we agreed. Ignore her.”

“If she touches you again I’ll ignore her…with my fist!”

He chuckled and she glared at him in defiance.

“I mean it Jean-Luc! Who the hell does she think she is? And she’s so bloody blatant about it…showing off in front of everybody…what was it you said? A cat on heat? You’re not wrong!”

“Hey come on…calm down, forget about her. I’ve got to go to the stores tent to get some supplies…want to come?”

She smiled at him, pushing anger aside.

“Ok. By the way…where were you at lunch?”

He stopped in his tracks and shook his head.

“Ah yes…lunch. I’m sorry about that…I got entrenched in what I was doing and I sort of…forgot.”

She sighed and gently slapped his shoulder.

“Well it’s not as if you’ve never done it before. Are you hungry or can you wait for dinner?”

He grinned and pulled her to him.

“I’ll wait. Good things are always worth waiting for…like you.”

She giggled and blushed. Taking his hand she tugged him into walking.

“Come on let’s get these supplies.”

Their walk to the supply tent was uneventful, but a little long. The tent was situated quite a distance from the main settlement for safety reasons. Although on a peaceful planet, weapons were stored, along with a quantity of explosive materials, sometimes needed in their work. As befitting his rank, Jean-Luc had the code for the lock and the two officers entered and he turned on the lights, only to be surprised when Beverly shut them off.

“Beverly? What?”

“Shh Jean-Luc.”

In the semi-darkness she backed him up against a stack of crates and kissed him passionately. He resisted initially, his hands going to her shoulders to gently urge her back, but when her tongue invaded his mouth he capitulated and fell headlong into the spell of sexual tension she was weaving. Her hands travelled down his body to boldly stroke him through his trousers. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him, trapping her hands between them. She eased away from him and began to undo his fly. He broke the kiss and in a rough, strained voice he muttered,

“Here? But…”

She knelt in front of him and reached into the opening of his pants. As she wrestled his erection free, she looked up and whispered,

“Shh.”

Not satisfied with her efforts, she opened his pants further and pulled them down to his thighs. She looked at his throbbing penis lasciviously in the dim light, but soon frowned.

“The bloody dust…God it gets in everywhere! Stay right where you are.”

She rose to her feet and disappeared into the dimness.

Jean-Luc’s frantic whisper went unanswered.

“Beverly! Where the hell are you going?”

He jumped when she returned and gripped his erection.

“I told you…hush! Now this may be a little cool…”

He gasped loudly as a cold wet swab slid over his penis. Normally such a cold shock would’ve had a deleterious effect, but Beverly quickly fell to her knees and added her mouth to the action. He hardened in her mouth and he immediately forgot the swab as she began to suck and lick him, sliding her mouth up and down his veined shaft. He braced his legs apart and leaned back on the crates as she gently massaged his testicles. His hands went to her head and he began to thrust gently. Beverly released his sensitive orbs and ran her fingernails up his groin and over his stomach, all the while sliding him in and out of her sucking mouth. He began to push harder, his fingers gripping her head and she tasted his first droplet. Easing her hands behind him, she squeezed his buttocks then ran her hands down the back of his thighs before sliding her fingers up the insides of his thighs and behind his scrotum. Keeping up her oral cadence, she judged the moment perfectly. She glanced up to see him watching her intently, his mouth open and panting. Suddenly his head snapped back and his whole body stiffened. Beverly quickly pressed the knuckle of one finger into the reactive bundle of nerves between the scrotum and anus and gently inserted another finger slightly into his anus.

He literally exploded in her mouth. She heard his roar of liberation and she felt his body jerk and tremble as he pumped his semen deeply into her throat. He remained in a rictus of ecstasy for some moments his hands almost painfully gripping her head before he ever so slowly started to come down. Gradually he softened and she very gently let him slip from her mouth, causing him to shudder. As she stood, she pulled up his pants and hitched them on his hips, leaving them undone. She took him in her arms and waited while he regained his breath. He slowly lifted his head and rested it on her shoulder while his arms encircled her. When he had recovered somewhat he nuzzled into her neck.

“God Beverly…what possessed you?”

She smiled and drew in his scent, their recent activities releasing a musky odour.

“Oh I just thought you looked a little…tense.”

He chuckled and planted open mouth kisses under her chin.

“I see. But why here? Anybody could’ve walked in…”

“Oh I don’t know…the mood took me and I decided to act.”

He smiled and lifted a hand to caress her breast.

“Hmm, I like the way you think.”

He kissed her and growled at her taste. Deepening the kiss he let one hand descend to her behind as the other kneaded her breast. Neither heard the door open, but the lights coming on startled them. Jean-Luc broke the kiss and grabbed Beverly’s shoulders, keeping her in front of him, as his pants were still open, his genitals on display.

Mary Adamson’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Her eyebrows rose suggestively and she slowly stepped closer.

“Jean-Luc…Doctor…I didn’t expect to find you here.”

The Captain cleared his throat and carefully lowered his hands to gather the front of his trousers. He surreptitiously eased himself inside his briefs and slowly zipped up the fly, but had trouble with the top fastening. He was getting desperate until Beverly’s fingers pushed his hands away. As Mary slowly approached Beverly expertly slid the recalcitrant clip home, did up his belt and managed to tuck in his shirt. When Mary stopped but a few steps away, Beverly turned and smiled sweetly at her rival.

“We just came in to get some supplies for tomorrow.”

Mary frowned and looked at the ceiling.

“With the lights off?”

Beverly grinned outright and took Jean-Luc’s hand.

“We were just testing our night vision…you never know when you’ll be needing it.”

Mary looked sceptically at the couple and nodded her head.

“Yes I can see how it could come in handy, what with working in the dark all the time…”

“Yes! Well Jean-Luc we’d better get our supplies.”

The mute Captain nodded and diverted his attention to the crates behind him, noticing that several had been pushed off centre. With Beverly at his side, he collected the needed items and, with their arms full, they exited the tent leaving a highly bemused woman behind. When they were out of earshot Beverly burst out laughing.

“Did you see her face? What a hoot!”

“Beverly…testing our night vision? She didn’t believe you for a second. She knows damn well what we were doing.”

Beverly’s laughter grew sardonic.

“So what? We’re consenting adults and it’s none of her Goddamned business. She’s only jealous anyway.”

They walked on in silence for a while and as they neared the main tent Jean-Luc sighed and shook his head.

“This will make her more determined you know. She well may see this as a challenge of some sort.”

“So what?”

He stopped in his tracks and looked aghast at his lover.

“You forget I’ve got to take her with me tomorrow.”

Beverly stopped too and grinned back at her Captain.

“What…are you scared?”

“Beverly…she’s avaricious! She doesn’t take no for an answer…in fact she takes it as encouragement!”

“So…take Lars or someone else with you. Don’t be alone with her.”

He shook his head and muttered under his breath,

“Easier said than done.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Breakfast the next morning was a little tense. Jean-Luc was almost sullen and Beverly soon tired of trying to cheer him up. He looked morosely at his empty cup and sighed heavily. Pushing his chair back, he cast his lover a look and she frowned.

“For God’s sake Jean-Luc, you look like a condemned man. Lighten up.”

He smiled weakly and watched as the scientists drifted into their teams. He caught Lars’ attention and the big blond man walked briskly to their table.

“Good morning Jean-Luc, Beverly.”

“Good morning Lars. Will you be joining me today?”

Lars frowned and looked at his feet.

“As a matter of fact no Jean-Luc. I have to stay to meet the Urallian delegation, they’ve come for a looksee.”

The Captain closed his eyes briefly and pursed his lips.

“Well your assistant perhaps?”

The archaeologist shook his head and shifted uncomfortably.

“No, he’s joining the date line group. That piece you brought back has them scratching their heads. They…”

The Captain’s quietly insistent voice interrupted him.

“She’s delegated everyone hasn’t she?”

Lars grimaced and looked sympathetically at his friend.

“I’m afraid so Jean-Luc.”

His ‘I told you so’ look to Beverly caused her to harrumph.

“Well I’ll go with you then.”

Lars cleared his throat and gained Beverly’s attention.

“I don’t think so Beverly. The Urallian Consul’s second wife is suffering from a chest infection and the Director has offered your expertise.”

Beverly’s jaw clenched and she lifted her chin.

“Has she now? Well it would’ve been nice to be consulted! I don’t know all that much about Urallians.”

The blond man had the good grace to look embarrassed.

“Um…the Director has left a PADD at the medical station with all you need to know. You just have to…”

“Dammit…she’s thought of everything!”

Jean-Luc stood and held his lover by the elbows.

“It’s all right Beverly…I won’t go.”

The Doctor looked deeply into his dark hazel eyes and came to a decision.

“No Jean-Luc…damn her! I trust you implicitly and if you can withstand her attempts to seduce you, it might just finally get the message across. Go my love…show her it’s futile.”

He sighed and squeezed her arms.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded and quickly stepped forward to kiss him. He surprised her by prolonging the kiss in the presence of Lars, seemingly uncaring at being watched. Her hands rested on his hips, his on her shoulders. When the kiss ended he stayed close and whispered, his breath caressing her lips.

“Just remember I love you…with all that I am.”

She nodded again and he turned and walked away. Lars watched him go and shook his head.

“I don’t envy him.”

Beverly sighed and hugged herself.

“Neither do I.”

Jean-Luc spent some time packing his supplies into two backpacks and hefted one over his broad shoulder, the other he carried in his hand. He found Mary waiting at the ladder, adjusting her cap. He gestured to the free backpack and she shrugged it over her shoulders. They hesitated self-consciously at the ladder head, until Jean-Luc stepped back and waved her on. She smiled and swung onto the rungs, Jean-Luc noticing her pants were very tight and that her blouse was open at the top, exposing a lot of cleavage. He waited until she’d descended several rungs before making his own descent, startled when she reached around him when his feet touched the bottom. She worked her fingers under the strap and untwisted it. With her face very close to his she said breathily,

“There that should be more comfortable.”

He nodded his thanks and stepped away from her, gesturing towards the chute. They crawled in silence, Jean-Luc keeping his eyes on the floor, the view of her firm behind in front of his face disturbing his thoughts. Covering the distance through the caverns they ducked into the tunnel and soon emerged at his excavation site.

Shrugging off the backpacks and putting them to one side, the two slowly turned their heads, letting the beams from their cap lamps slice through the darkness.

Although spoken softly, her


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