Temptation - chapter 10

Submitted by allie on Wed, 02/08/2006 - 17:05.

STAR TREK: VOYAGER

T/7

10

Wed, 02/08/2006 - 17:00

18 or NC17

the continuation....


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Warning: This story includes same sex relationships between women. If you are offended by this or it is illegal where you live or you are underage then please read no further.

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TEMPTATION – CHAPTER 10 – two years on

For a change all was quiet in the Delta Quadrant; no alien attacks; no violation of the Prime Directive to prevent a major catastrophe; not even any battles over engineering protocols between the ex-Borg and the Klingon hybrid, in fact it was positively boring.

Ro Laren glanced around her quarters desperately looking for something to occupy her; Kathryn was on duty for another three hours. She was bored. Bajorans didn’t do bored very well. Especially not pregnant Bajorans.

With only two days left to her delivery date Ro had been relieved of duty and ‘advised’ by her wife to ‘rest or else’. The enforced inactivity was driving her crazy. Her sulking was interrupted by the solemn tones of Seven of Nine.

“Seven of Nine to Commander Ro.” Her crisp even tone gave nothing away.

“Ro here Seven, whatcha need?” She replied, trying not to sound too hopeful that her help was required.

“May I speak with you privately Commander?”

“Sure. I’m in my quarters. Come visit, bring the little one too if you’re off duty?”

“Acceptable.” Seven abruptly cut the link between them leaving Ro wondering what the hell had happened to cause Seven to revert to Borg-speak. Formal speech from her was most unusual after almost eleven years of marriage to the little Klingon, so Ro was intrigued. Seven had relaxed her way of speaking a lot but still found it difficult to use contractions. Ro thought to herself.

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Seven of Nine, ex-Borg and wife to Voyager’s only Klingon was in a quandary. She knew she needed assistance in order to fulfil her plan; but the only person she could ask for help, was the one person her wife would hate her going to.
Although Ro and B’Elanna had made their peace with one another not long after Bethany’s birth, Seven could sense an underlying tension when they were around one another. It was something Bethany could sense too. Their little one was very perceptive of her mama’s feelings; often commenting on the tingle-buzz she felt from her.

Cradling her sleeping child in her arms Seven left their quarters and made her way to the Captain’s quarters. Ro had moved there when the two had married a little over a year ago.
Entering the turbolift she encountered Sam Wildman who promptly grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Seven, how’s little Beebop today?” She cooed into the sleeping child’s face.

Frowning at the oft used nickname for her daughter Seven replied. “Sleeping.”

“She’s so adorable.” Sam enthused. “Naomi and I just loved babysitting her. When are you and B’Elanna going out again?”

“I will let you know when we need a sitter Sam. I have not promised anyone other than you and Kathryn the position.” Seven smirked slightly, living with B’Elanna for so long had increased her sarcastic abilities. She knew the competition between the two women for babysitting duties was intense. Neither liked the other getting the task. They both often offered to take Bethany overnight to allow B’Elanna and herself time alone. Although grateful, they preferred to spend quality time with their daughter and rarely took up the offers. Each woman had only had the pleasure of sitting for Bethany twice in her two short years.

Exiting the lift on deck three she bade Sam farewell and walked to the Captain’s quarters.
Bethany stirred in her arms and mumbled sleepily without opening her huge blue eyes. “Mama?”
“No, little one, it’s mommy.” Seven whispered, brushing her fingers tenderly over the little forehead ridges. “Mama is in engineering.”

“Mommy!” Bethany exclaimed happily opening her eyes and smiling. “Down, pwease?” As any child in any quadrant knew, Bethany knew how to play her parents. She knew that a smile like her mama’s, and a polite request, would get her whatever she wanted from her mommy.

Lowering her daughter gently Seven smiled at her tenderly. She had never known love until B’Elanna; now she had an overabundance of it with her daughter.
“We see Capa’gwan and Wawen?”
Still smiling Seven nodded as her child stopped outside the Captain’s quarters. “Laren only today. Captain Gran is still on duty.” Seven’s smile brightened at her daughter’s speech. Two year old and already a chatterbox. Her pronunciation was still a little off, but B’Elanna had assured her that it was perfectly normal.

Knocking the door the old fashioned way Bethany grinned at her mommy. She’d been shown how to use the chime several times before, but Bethany knew that Ro liked her to knock. It was a game they played frequently.

Almost as soon as the door opened Ro Laren gently pulled the child to her and sniffed at her hair. “Smells like a Klingon.” She chortled. “Looks like a Klingon, but is she a Klingon?” she chanted.
Roaring as loud as her little lungs could manage Bethany responded with “I AM a Klingon!” to complete their game.
Ushering mother and child into the room Ro waddled slowly behind them. “So, what can I do for you Seven?”

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B’Elanna cursed Voyager to Grethor and back. The ship just was not playing the game at all today. She and Seven had spent the last few weeks designing an upgrade to the anti-matter containment field but it steadfastly refused to come online. Even cursing in several languages hadn’t encouraged it to initialise. Throwing the data padd at the nearest wall in disgust she stormed out of engineering.

Mumbling and muttering to herself she ignored the various crew members she passed as she headed to the Mess Hall. Maybe some food would help her think of a solution.

Neelix spotted her as soon as she entered. Hurrying over to her he smiled his biggest smile. “B’Elanna. What a pleasure to see you. What can I get you today?”

“As long as it isn’t Leola root anything, I don’t really care.” B’Elanna growled at the good-humoured man.

“One stack of banana pancakes coming right up then.” He grinned walking away. Leola root was obviously featured quite heavily on the menu today if she was being offered pancakes.

Glancing around the Mess Hall B’Elanna noticed a couple of unusual things. One it was really quite busy for being late morning and two Senior Bridge Officers were ‘engaging in intimate relations’ as her wife would have described their passionate kissing. Smiling for the first time in hours she called over to them. “Hey Starfleet, put him down, you don’t know where he’s been!”

Blushing wildly Harry looked over and giggled, “Oh but I do Maquis, I do!”

Frowning at his choice of phrase she beckoned them over. “So, what gives?”

“I do.” Harry couldn’t stop giggling as they wandered over to join her.

“Me too.” Tom joined in the hilarity. The confounded look on B’Elanna’s face was hysterical. Glancing at his lover for silent permission, he spoke through his laughter. “We’re getting married!”

In all of the experiences they’d had in the Delta Quadrant Tom and Harry thought they’d seen just about everything; until B’Elanna fainted.

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