Editions

Author: Llachlan

Series: Voyager

Code: Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres; (7/Tu, J/C, J/7/T, you get the idea…)

Rating: R

Disclaimer: The characters from Star Trek Voyager are the property of Paramount Studios, and I am knowingly violating their copyright but mean no harm.

Summary: What was the first draft of Tom's Holonovel really like? And what if he had had a collaborator?

Notes: This is in response to Odon's "Super Challenge" on Voq Je Bang mailing list. I have no idea in hell why I am responding to this.

B'Elanna opened another box and set in on the floor. With an economy of motion that she felt positive that Seven would have been proud of, she swept the contents of Tom's desk into the container with a single pass of her forearm.

Well, almost all of it. An isolinear spanner fell to the floor, making it necessary for her to bend down and pick it up. It had landed half under the edge of the replicated 'hope chest' that had been given to them upon announcing their engage, and it was with some effort that she extricated the oddly shaped device from where it had lodged. As soon as she had pulled it out, she realized why it had become stuck.

Kneeling down and peering under the chest, she could see the faint outline of data PADDs that had, apparently been hidden there. She rose to her feet and lifted the box from it's resting place and set it to one side, revealing the unexpected treasure trove of PADDs.

She picked on up, touched a button and frowned. The file was encrypted. Tapping the spanner absently against on thigh, she regarded the blank thoughtfully, then smiled. "It oughta take Seven about three seconds to crack these suckers. What do you think?"

The spanner didn't answer, but it looked to be in agreement, so she closed the box she'd been packing, and beamed it to Tom's new quarters then headed out the door towards Astrometrics.

It turned out that she'd been wrong. Seven had the first files decoded in less than a second.

"What is a 'Double Dildo of Death'?"

"A what?" B'Elanna reached for the PADD as she spoke.

"The first file is entitled, 'B'Elanna's Double Dildo of Death.' "

B'Elanna blinked to clear her vision and read through part of the file. "Oh my god!"

"Are you also reading the file entitled, 'The 89^th Position'? You utter that line of dialogue frequently in that entry." Seven indicated the PADD she was currently holding.

"Seven," she whispered tightly, her throat constricted, "I think we had better finish looking at these in my quarters."

Seven looked about to protest that she was still on duty, then the clear blue eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "Agreed." Her eyes hardened. "Are we going to terminate Ensign Paris?"

"Definitely. I'm going to stuff his ass with leola root stew and blow it out of the nearest airlock."

"I will assist you. Perhaps this would be a more appropriate item to 'stuff his ass' with." She held up the isolinear spanner. "It is not flexible."

The vehemence in Seven's tone surprised B'Elanna and she wondered what else was in the files that Seven was reading. She smiled, showing her teeth. "Nah, I wouldn't waste anything useful on him. It's a good spanner. A useful spanner. Now c'mon."

They hurried through the corridors ignoring the reactions of the crew.

"Engage privacy lock, Torres gamma four--"

"Computer, Belay that. Engage privacy lock Zeta Sigma Zero Zero Seven."

Now B'Elanna really wanted to know what was on that PADD. "Seven," she said gently, "let me see that."

"No."

"No?"

"It is…embarrassing. I would never engage in intimate relations with Commander Chakotay."

B'Elanna could only stare. "Chakotay?"

She didn't know what response she'd expected from Seven, but she knew that reading the PADD aloud wasn't on the list.

" 'C'mon Seven, just a little hand relief.' Chakotay opened his fly to expose his throbbing shaft, the heat of which began to melt the Borg Ice Queen. Wetting the slit of her pouty red lips with a pink tongue, she leaned over him and began to lick--"

"Enough! Ugh!" B'Elanna snatched the PADD out of her lover's hands. "Those are images I didn't need."

"Be glad you do not have an eidetic memory."

Before she could respond another name in the file Seven had been reading caught her eye. 'Janeway leaned over the pair of sleeping lovers, jealousy warring with arousal, as she surveyed the pale delicate flesh of her protégé. Their mixed love juices were crusted over one of Seven's magnificent thighs and Janeway lowered herself to the bed so she could taste the heaven she'd so long denied herself.'

"B'Elanna? Are you functioning?"

Oh yeah, thought B'Elanna, I'm functioning just fine. I'm reading badly written porn about my girlfriend and the Captain, and getting aroused. Oh yeah. I'm just peachy. "I'm fine Seven. Just a little surprised that's all."

"Do you think Commander Chakotay wishes this scenario to be true?" Seven seemed disturbed by the realization that B'Elanna was not the only member of Voyager's crew that might find her desirable.

"No. But if he ever does make a pass at you, I'll pin him to a wall and tell him to keep his A-koo-chee-mojo to himself."

"Thank you." Seven nodded, apparently satisfied for now and picked up another PADD.

B'Elanna also exchanged the PADD she'd been reading for a new one, and immediately wished she hadn't.

'Seven's soft moans filled the room, her body heaving upward into that of the lithe brown engineer. Off to one side, Kathryn lay stroking her own mons, eyes fastened on the scene before her.'

Before she could read anymore of the passage, Seven's voice intruded. "What is the definition of the term wumpy-pumpy?"

"Wumpy-pumpy?" It occurred to B'Elanna that she was regularly repeating Seven's questions, as if that would save her from having to answer. She glanced at the isolinear spanner, wondering if it could be programmed to respond. Probably not. "Copulation, Seven, it's another way of saying copulation."

Seven nodded and got the far away look in her eyes, that B'Elanna had come to associate with the former drone searching her eidetic memory for more data. "To bang, to bonk, to do the nasty, to fuck, perform a full body massage, perform the horizontal folk dance, to shag, to screw, to yolk the beast with two backs, to--"

"There are more?" She'd listened to the list with a horrified fascination. To hear such bizarre language uttered in the same tones as warp drive or mess hall was surreal.

"Yes. Those were from the heterosexual data set. Cunnilingus, mowing the gash, sixty-niner--"

B'Elanna held up her hand. "I get it, Seven. Remind me to teach you the finer points of how to talk dirty. Besides, those are things I'd rather do with you than talk about." She smiled.

"Indeed." Seven held out the PADD that she'd been reading as though it would burn her if she held it any longer. "Perhaps we can postpone terminating Ensign Paris long enough for you to demonstrate."

~~~~~

"What are you reading?"

B'Elanna looked over to discover that Seven was no longer asleep. With a guilty start she pulled her hand from where she'd been absently stroking her own labia. When she failed to respond, Seven took the data PADD.

"You find this material stimulating?" The ocular implant was raised in surprise.

She wasn't sure how to answer. Some of the material was truly awful and she wasn't in any big hurry to show it to Seven, but some of it held a certain appeal. "Yes," she answered, settling on a simple, yet direct response.

"Clarify."

Easy for you to say, thought B'Elanna. "Give me a second, okay?" She'd learned to ask for time before responding to the more difficult of Seven's questions and it was a system that worked well for them. So well, in fact, that B'Elanna often castigated herself for not thinking of it years earlier. It would have helped things along immensely.

Question now though, was how to respond to this query. They'd covered a lot of ground sexually since becoming lovers but had yet to touch on the subject of fantasies. The other thing she'd learnt was to not assume that Seven would react the same way that most humanoids would - Seven simply didn't see ulterior motives in other people's behavior and never looked for a complicated explanation when a simple one would do. "Here, let me read this to you, and you tell me how it makes you feel."

"B'Elanna moved slowly from the replicator to the bed. She smiled at the woman arrayed on the satin sheets. Perfection. Meeting the questioning gaze with a saucy smile, she knelt at her lover's feet, and placed the tray to one side. Her eyes traced the length of a creamy white leg upward to where Seven's vulva pressed against a pair of revealing panties. She shivered.

Seven sucked her breath in when the first banana pancake was placed in the junction between her perfect breasts but otherwise made no other sound. B'Elanna smiled, and added whipped cream to the confection and to the now fully erect nipples. She leaned in and began to suck gently on one cream covered nubin, swiftly leaving it bare.

'Hungry?' Seven spoke, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

'Insatiable,' she replied."

B'Elanna stopped reading, amused to note that the breathing of the real Seven was a match for the description in the story. "Well?"

"I believe I am hungry."

"You want food, now?"

"I do not require nutrition at this time. I require you. Now."

The look that accompanied the words was filled with a heady mix of lust, love and passion, and B'Elanna felt her blood sing in response. "I will comply," she whispered, moving in to cover Seven's lips with her own.

~~~

Three hours and what seemed like a hundred orgasms later, they returned their attention to the problem of the data pads and the descriptions for holonovels that they held.

Seven held up one of the PADDs. "I do not believe that all of these programs have the same author."

"Why not?" she asked, reaching for the last bagel.

"The syntax and lexicon vary in a degree beyond what could be ascribed to style."

B'Elanna thought about that for a minute. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Compare the following two passages. Tuvok plunged deep into her warm cunt, enjoying the sensation of her Borg-enhanced clitoris as it rubbed against his manhood. With one hand he reached up and mashed her tits together, the last shreds of his self-control washed away in the rage of pon farr."

It seemed there was a brief pause and B'Elanna wondered what was coming next, though she had to admit that Seven's delivery had improved, it no longer sounded as though she were reading a status report. She didn't have long to wait, as Seven immediately picked up another PADD and began to read.

"She lay back, drowning in the sensation of the Captain's endless tongue movements over the sensitive flesh of her nether regions. "

B'Elanna still wasn't sure what Seven was getting at, but she was very close to picking up her trusty isolinear spanner and skipping ahead to ending.

"The language in one is crude, the other is more sophisticated."

"That's just the difference between smut and erotica, Seven."

"Indeed. And which category would you place this in? 'Captain,' she protested. 'I realize that you regard me as a surrogate daughter, but I believe that your asking me to suck on your breasts carries that analogy too far.' But her protests were to no avail, and the Captain reached for the large jar of industrial strength lubricant, then smeared it across her quivering quim, triggering her autonomic sexual subroutine. Against her will, her pussy widened admitting the Captain's probing fingers. But still she wasn't full. She needed the Penetrator."

"Alright. Point taken." And it did seem that Seven might be right. But who in the name of Kahless would help Tom write such drivel? Seven didn't give her anymore time to contemplate the matter.

"We must inform the Captain."

"Yeah. But not before I pulverize that pain in the ass helm-rat."

~~~~

B'Elanna finally caught up with him during beta shift, just as he was preparing to board the Delta Flyer for an away mission. His body made a satisfying thump when he hit the bulkhead, and she pounced on him as soon as he'd slid to the floor.

"choSuvchugh'oy'lIj Daghur neH." She allowed herself a feral grin as Tom's eyes widened in fear. It wasn't often that the universal translator failed, and when it did, it usually meant trouble.

"Whatever I did, I'm sorry."

"Not nearly sorry enough."

"Bridge to Ensign Paris, you're cleared for launch."

B'Elanna stood, one foot one each side of his ribcage. "If I were you I wouldn't come back from this little away mission, our I just might let Seven tear you a new asshole with this." She brandished the isolinear spanner. "And I guarantee you, unlike your little romps with your friends on Caldik Prime, that's one assfuck you won't enjoy." For good measure she added a more traditional insult. "Pet'q."

After he had stepped through the doors to the shuttle bay, she lifted the spanner and touched it reassuringly. "Don't worry, I wouldn't really force you to have anal sex with Paris." She smiled remembering the previous night. "Now oral sex with Seven on the other hand…" she let the thought trail off, not really sure how to finish it.

"Computer, locate Seven of Nine."

"Seven of Nine is in Holodeck 2."

It was an odd place for Seven to be during alpha shift, but then, the former drone was nothing, if not a little odd. Still smiling, B'Elanna headed for the turbolift.

She was surprised to find the privacy locks engaged and Borg algorithm's overlaying the already formidable Star Fleet security protocols. When she'd finally broken through the layers of code, she wished to Kahless that she hadn't. On a large circular bed, Seven was arched upward into the equally naked Susan Nicoletti.

"B'Elanna?" Seven's voice was coming from off to the left.

She looked over. Seven was standing in her customary pose, hands clasped behind her back, completely at odds with the scene playing out in front of them. "Seven?"

"Do you require assistance?" Another standard expression.

For an instant, B'Elanna wondered which of Sevens currently visible was the hologram and which was real.

"All hands to battle stations. Red alert." Janeway's voice came through their communicator's and B'Elanna wryly noted that that was one way to tell them apart.

"Torres to Bridge. On my way."

"Seven of Nine to the Bridge. I am on my way."

As a unit they turned an headed for the door. "Forgetting something Seven?"

"Computer delete holo-program. Authorization Seven omega four."

~~~~~

The bridge was a state of controlled pandemonium when they arrived. Harry Kim, in particular, looked frantic. Chaos or not, the Captain was instantly aware of their presence on the bridge.

"The Delta Flyer has encountered some kind of spatial anomaly, and its hull is experiencing shearing forces that may collapse the integrity field." Janeway turned to look at them. "Seven I want you to find out what that thing is, and what its dimensions are. B'Elanna, you need to figure out how to get Ensign Paris out of there."

Not giving a verbal response, she moved to her engineering station and opened a link with both main engineering and the telemetry from the Delta Flyer. Seven, she noted, had also moved to her bridge station. B'Elanna also registered the presence of Lt. Nicoletti at the helm and let out a slow breath that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Jealous much? She asked herself, knowing full well that the answer was yes.

"Captain." Seven spoke, not looking up from her station. "The Delta Flyer has entered a three dimensional inverse subspatial anomaly, approximately 300 light years in diameter."

"Inverse spatial anomaly?" The Captain asked.

Since she'd been about to ask the same thing, B'Elanna waited to hear Seven's response.

"The epi-center of the anomoly coincides with the position that the Delta Flyer currently holds. In four minutes, fifteen seconds the process will be complete and then we can retrieve the shuttle."

"What process?"

"The complete inversion of Mr. Paris."

B'Elanna decided that it was time to speak. "You mean that thing is turning Tom inside out?" she noted that Harry had paled another shade.

"Precisely. His internal organs are being pulled against his skin until the surface ruptures and they impact the walls of the shuttle."

Silence fell on the bridge, and B'Elanna was sure that even her face had paled a shade or two. What a horrible and slow way to die. The less protocol bound part of her, piped up, yeah, but who'd have thought he'd actually listen to you. "Looks like he got his new asshole afterall."

The Captain shot her a dark look, which she nimbly avoided by choosing to look at her lover instead. A small smile tugged at the blonde's lips, and B'Elanna was able to discern a faint response. It sounded like 'indeed'.

"Mr. Tuvok. Prepare a salvage team--"

"You can't just leave him like that, you can't!" Harry was straining against the railing that divided the upper and lower bridge stations.

"Stand down Mr. Kim." The Captain barked.

"Please. Let me go with Tuvok. It's the least Tom deserves."

I'd say Tom got exactly what he deserved, thought B'Elanna, but she was careful to keep the thought from showing on her face. Harry was a friend, even if he did have bad taste in men.

"Alright Ensign Kim. Report to the transporter room.

Then there was nothing left to do but wait.

~~~~~~

"Hey." B'Elanna greeted her lover as the blonde walked into the their quarters. "What's wrong?"

"Lieutenant Commander Tuvok has been injured."

Tuvok had been an important, albiet reluctant, go-between in the early stages of their relationship and hearing that had he been hurt, stunned B'Elanna. "How?"

"Ensign Kim panicked when he saw the extent of the damage done to Ensign Paris and during his distress, he punctured Tuvok's environmental suit, resulting in what the Doctor termed frostbite."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He will be fine. The Doctor was able to re-stimulate blood and oxygen flow to his hands. Only his ears tips required amputation but the Doctor believes he can surgically repair those after the damaged tissue has had sufficient time to recover."

Tuvok's ears were docked? Oh man, Harry was going to pay for that one. "How is Harry?"

"Sedated."

"Well come here and ingest something. You'll feel better for it." She held up the well-gnawed rind of the fruit she'd been eating.

"We are having melons for dinner?"

B'Elanna put on her best suggestive look as she trailed her eyes across Seven's ample cleavage. "I was lonely."

"Indeed." Seven took a slice of her own, looking far more wanton by accident, than most women could on purpose.

"Can I ask you something?" B'Elanna wiped her fingers clean on a napkin.

"Is that not 'my line'?"

She laughed then leaned back, thinking about how to phrase the question., all levity departed. "Why were you in the holo-deck today?"

"You are referring to the incident earlier with the holo-program?"

Was Seven stalling? It sounded like it. "Yes." The silence continued a moment longer than she could stand, and B'Elanna felt her temper flare. "Get out!"

Seven obeyed, uttering not a single word of protest and B'Elanna felt her heart fall through her chest.

~~~~~

The next few days were almost unbearable and B'Elanna had no idea how she survived them. And just when she thought that nothing could be worse than the sight of Seven sitting with Nicoletti and the Delaney twins in the messhall, it got worse.

"It's most defintely Ensign Paris. The genetic code is a perfect match. Only the chromosomes show any difference."

They were in the briefing room, listening to the Doctor give a report on the status of his latest patient.

"Explain, Doctor." The Captain kept her gaze on the body displayed clearly on the monitor behind the EMH.

"This being's chromosomes are not XY, as was Ensign Paris, but rather XX."

"So Tom's a girl?" Chakotay as usual was restating the obvious.

"In a nutshell."

"How?"

"I don't know. You'd have to ask the non-corporeal trans-dimensional beings who dropped him off that. I couldn't begin to guess. Although you'd think that any race that can navigate the muddy waters of the intergalactic continuum would have no trouble getting a gender correct."

"Gender is irrelevant." Seven spoke for the first time and B'Elanna knew the words were directed at her. It was what she had told Seven, shortly after their first date. She refused to meet the blonde's eyes.

"Well yes and no."

"Nevermind that Doctor. I'll explain it to Seven later. Right now, I want to know if Tom is going to be okay."

"I see no reason why he…she shouldn't make a full recovery."

B'Elanna almost missed the EMH's last sentence, she was busy mulling over the ramifications of the Captain explaining gender issues to Seven.

Something was going to have to give and soon.

~~~~

Glumly, B'Elanna sat torturing herself in the mess hall. Across the room, Seven was talking intently with Jennifer Delaney, and the younger Delaney twin looked spellbound. She understood that look. When Seven focused her full attention on you, there was no one else in the universe and no where else you'd rather be.

"May I join you?" The tone was soft, dulcet, and vaguely familiar.

She looked up. "Tom?"

"Genie, actually." The grin was self-effacing without being smarmy, and B'Elanna was dumbfounded by the difference in Paris' affect.

"Well then, I'm pleased to meet you Genie." Two can play at this game, she thought, holding her new companions eyes, somewhat surprised to see a flush spread across the woman's skin.

"Likewise."

From there, things escalated until B'Elanna wasn't sure that she was even living in the real world anymore. Seven seemed to be dating every eligible woman on the ship and a few who weren't technically eligible. Only Genie Paris seemed immune, and that was probably because the ex-Drone hadn't given the newly reincarnated pilot the time of day.

All B'Elanna knew was that it hurt, and that it was all her fault. In a fit of anger she'd thrown out the one person she would share with the crew if necessary. She had no idea what to do, she only knew that if there really was a photonic cannon, she'd have blown away the Delaney sisters and Sam Wildman weeks ago.

The doors to the mess hall opened and she watched, fascinated as Seven's expression altered from pleasant amusement to pure unadulterated hate. "Now what do you suppose is up with that? She asked. As usual the spanner failed to answer, so she turned around to see Genie enter in a dress that would stop a starship cold even without any emergency shock absorbers.

She swallowed, then turned to look at Seven. The blonde had risen and looked like she was about to commit murder.

Suddenly the last month no longer mattered. Seven's fantasy life was her own. All that mattered was that Seven still felt enough to want to kill someone she thought B'Elanna was involved with. Realizing she had to act quickly, she too leapt to her feet.

"Seven!" she yelled.

Seven froze, but didn't look her way. Cautiously she approached, making sure to block Seven's view of Paris. "I'm sorry." Then unbelievable, her mouth opened again and she heard words come out that she'd never dared to voice aloud before. "I love you. Can you forgive me?"

Seven's expression changed instantly, wonder replacing the rage, and B'Elanna knew that for once, she'd said the right thing.

"Yes," Seven confirmed.

She had no idea how they'd gotten from the mess hall to her quarters, but she did know that she was exactly where she wanted to be. Who'd have thought, she mused, that having an ex-Borg drone as your personal snuggle bunny would beat the hell out of a stuffed targ, or any other woman the universe could thrown her way - even if that woman had once been a man.

Not me, she answered herself. But she intended to remind herself often. Starting now.

The End.

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