Chapters 9 to 12 added on 17 Jun 2002
Disclaimers are in part 1.
In side the quarters of Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres, the only sound heard was panting and gulping to catch one's breath.
Torres had slowly worked them closer and closer to the bed. When they finally did make it there, the blood fever had lessened to the point where B'Elanna didn't feel like she would burst into flames at any second.
Seven had been hesitant at first, but after her first climax, she wanted more. B'Elanna was more then willing to 'comply'.
Now they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, trying to breath. "I believe .... that I ..... was ...... mistaken..." Seven could not finish her thought as a warm hand made it's way up her body to cup a breast.
B'Elanna smiled evilly. "What we're you mistaken about Be'nal?" She loved the way Seven's body reacted to her touch.
"Feelings are not irrelevant." Seven stated breathlessly. She still couldn't move, but the feel of Lana pressing her into the bed, made her not want to. Looking at the half Klingon she asked shyly, "You do not regret what we have done? Do you?"
B'Elanna lifted her head and looked Seven straight in the eye. "I could NEVER regret loving you. You are the best thing to happen to me in a VERY long time." Taking Sevens face in her hands, B'Elanna gently touched the bite mark on Sevens cheek.
Seven lifted her hand to the matching bite mark on B'Elanna's cheek. "I love you Seven. You are all I could have ever asked for and more." Seven pulled B'Elanna back on top of her, not liking the feelings of loss it caused.
"I love you as well B'Elanna Torres, and I am going to show you just how much right now." Seven rolled them over and pinned a happily growling half Klingon down. The smile on B'Elanna's face got even bigger as Seven worked her way down.
Tom walked into sick bay with a firm plan for winning Lanna back. "What did you need Doc.?" He asked impatiently.
"I need you to go check up on Vorik. He says the injection is warring off." The doctor handed Paris the instruments he would need.
Tom listened and nodded. "After that do you want me to check on B'Elanna also?" He was hopping for any excuse to get in side her quarters.
The doctor looked at him and raised one of his brows. "Why on Earth would I want that. I think the Lieutenant will be just fine." He turned to his desk. "All of her readings are within normal ranges. " He watched Paris's face fall. 'Maybe I had better have a talk with Torres about him, before Seven helps him to 'see the light'.
The doctor snickered. 'Maybe that would be a better idea. Nah, we still need him.'
"Once you are through with Vorik I need you back here for more training." If it was possible, Tom Paris's face fell even further. "Ok Doc. Take care of Vorik, then back here. Got'cha."
Tom walked to the lift trying to find another way in. He wasn't about to let some 'Borg' steal his woman.
Janeway was sitting in her Ready room, trying not to think about Seven or B'Elanna. She had read the same sentence twice and still had no idea what it said. So when she heard the doctor hail her, she was relieved.
"EMH to the Caption."
Janeway tapped her comm badge. "Janeway, go ahead Doctor."
"Might I speak with you Caption? Privately."
That got a raised brow. "Here or there Doctor?"
As an answer the doctor materialized in front of her. He looked almost nervous.
"What can I do for you Doctor?" She asked. He walked over and sat down.
"I wanted to speak to you about Mr. Paris. It seems he is trying to find a way in to see Lieutenant Torres." At the Captain's worried look he hastened to reassure her. "No, not physically. At least not yet any way... He requested if I wanted him to check up on Torres as well as Vorik. I just wanted to make you aware of his intentions."
Janeway nodded. "We'll wait and see. I want to believe that Tom will finally realize that B'Elanna doesn't want him." She remained silent for a moment, then. "Doctor, how much training..." She started, but he cut her off.
"I have already thought of that. Once he's finished with Vorik, I'm sending him to the holodeck for more training."
Janeway nodded. "I'll see what else we can have him training on, or maybe training some of the less experienced pilot's. He could run a simulation to see who would make a good back up pilot."
They both shook their heads, hoping everything worked out and no one ended up hurting. But knowing that, that would be a miracle.
On his way back to sick bay, Tom Paris decided that a short side trip wouldn't hurt anything.
He stepped off the lift and walked to B'Elanna's door. It was quiet, so he asked for the location of Lieutenant Torres and Seven of Nine. The computer informed him that they we're both still in side Torres's quarters.
Screwing up his courage he rang the admittance chime, and stepped back. He stood there for sometime, wondering if the computer was wrong. He rang it again.
The door opened to reveal a very pissed off half Klingon in only a sheet.
"What do you want helmboy? I'm busy right now." She stepped out the door and let it close. She had no intention of letting him see Seven. 'MINE' roared her Klingon side.
Tom looked her up and down. When he returned to her face he was pinned with a death stare. "I stopped by to check up on you. Make sure you aren't having any bad reactions to the injections." He was grasping at straws now.
Torres rolled her eyes, thinking 'what did I ever see in this guy?' All she saw now was someone keeping her from being with her wife. That thought made her smile.
Tom mistook that smile to mean he still had a chance and reached out for B'Elanna, so he never expected to find himself, again face down in the hallway. The last thing he saw was B'Elanna walking back into her quarters. Then his world went dark.
Crawling back into bed, B'Elanna couldn't help but smile. How is it that the one person in the universe that she thought was her enemy, could be the same person to complete her.
Seven opened her eyes. "What was that all about?" She asked while running her hands over B'Elanna's skin.
Lana for her part was trying to remember who had been at the door, knowing that 'someone' had been there. Feeling Seven's hands slide down her body B'Elanna shivered.
"It wasn't important. I don't even remember who it was." Seven was driving her closer and closer to the edge, and that was all she could think about.
Seven smiled smugly. "I believe you are holding out on me." Her hands stopped all movement. A groan was her answer. "Who was at the door?"
B'Elanna thought about who 'had' been at the door. Then she frowned, remembering who was there and why. "It was Paris. He said he was stopping by to see how I was doing. He went to grab me, so I belted him. End of discussion." She tried to pull Seven closer.
Seven pulled back, wondering if B'Elanna was going to take Paris back. Seeing the worried look in Seven's eye, she asked.
"What's wrong BangwI?" B'Elanna took Seven's face in her hands.
Seven tried to look away, but B'Elanna wouldn't let her. "Do you want him back?" She asked in a whisper. A single tear fell from her human eye, to be caught by B'Elanna.
"Oh love. You are all that I could ever want or need. My heats beat only for you. I would surely die without you by my side." B'Elanna softly kissed Seven. "What ever I had with him was over long ago, almost before it began. Don't ever doubt our love."
Seven was smiling when B'Elanna finished. She still couldn't believe that Lana wanted her, but she was happy that she did.
As Tuvok stepped off the lift, he saw Tom Paris, laying face down in the middle of the hall. He walked over, knelt down and shook his shoulder.
"Mr Paris, why are you sleeping outside Lieutenant Torres's quarters?" Tom's eyes opened and he rolled over to see who was speaking to him.
"The doctor is looking for you, as well as the Captain Would you like to explain why you are here and not where you are suppose to be?" Tuvok asked him flatly. The Capt had filled him in on what was happening with Lieutenant Torres and Vorik, so he knew why Paris was here.
Tom gets to his feet and tries to explain. "I came by to check on B'Elanna and she hit me. I want to press charges." He honestly thought this would be a way to get Seven away from B'Elanna. Mistakenly thinking that she would take him back once he was alone with her and could plead his case to her.
Of course he never thought that this would only make her even more angry with him. Tuvok raises a brow, but turns and rings the chime to Torres's door. He waited a few moments, then rang it again.
The first sound he heard was cursing, then growling. The door opened to reveal a very angry B'Elanna Torres. "I TOLD YOU TO...." she stopped seeing Tuvok standing beside Paris. "Sorry Tuvok, I didn't realize it was you. What can I do for you?" She asked.
"I apologize for the disturbance, but Mr. Paris has made an accusation that you struck him." Tuvok detested these petty games that Paris played.
Some movement behind Torres caught Tom's attention. He could see Seven coming out of the bedroom in only a short robe.
Following Paris's gaze, B'Elanna turned just as Seven stepped up behind her. Kissing B'Elanna, Seven then turned to Tuvok. "Is there a problem?" Seven asked.
Paris couldn't get his mouth to work, but his eyes never left Seven. B'Elanna noticed, she bristled and stepped more in front of Seven. "If you don't take your eyes off my WIFE, I WILL remove them for you."
That got Tom's attention. He turned to Tuvok. "You heard that, she threatened me. aren't you going to take her to the brig?" Then something she had said clicked in his head. "What do you mean 'wife'? Since when?"
B'Elanna smiled and told him proudly. "Since we took the Oath of Union." Only now did he see the matching bite marks, healing. Seven's was helped by her nanobots and was now nothing more then a faint scar.
Tuvok decided to get the conversation back on track. "Congratulation's. Now if you wouldn't mind answering the question. Did you strike Mr. Paris?"
B'Elanna got a dangerous glint in her eye. "Yes I did. And if he try's to grab me again, then I'll do it again."
Tuvok turned to Paris. Tom stuttered out. "I was ... she smiled ... I thought ..."
Tuvok turned back to Torres and Seven. "I am sorry for the inconvenience. Good day." He turned back to Paris and grabbed his arm, firmly and headed for the lift.
"I believe you are wanted elsewhere. We will start with the Captain I will assist you there. Then to the Doctor. If you have any more ideas of disturbing Lieutenant Torres or Seven of Nine, do not."
Tom's shoulders slumped. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to stop by after all.
As the door closed Seven pulls B'Elanna to her and kisses her soundly. "I believe we should go to the Captain..."
Before she could finish, B'Elanna hugged her tightly, then let go and walked over to her desk.
Seven followed B'Elanna with her eyes. After digging through a drawer, she returned to Seven with something in her hand.
Dropping to one knee she took Seven's left hand into both of hers. "Seven of Nine, tertiary adjunct of Unimatrix zero one, will you grant me the honor of becoming my wife, in front of all our friends?"
Seven dropped to her knees and kissed her passionately. "Yes my Lana, nothing would make me happier." and she kissed her again.
Seven smiled as she stood and walked to the bed room. Torres followed just in time to see Seven pulling on her biosuit. Frowning she walks over to Seven.
"How about we speak with Captain Janeway, then set a date?" Seven asked while handing Lana her cloths. Torres smiled brightly while pulling on her cloths as well.
The doors to the turbo lift carrying Torres and Seven opened onto the bridge. As they walked over to the Captain's ready room door, the doors opened. Tom Paris was being 'escorted' by Tuvok, out and over to the lift.
Seven pulled B'Elanna with her and entered the still open door. To say the Captain was not happy was a severe understatement. But when she looked up and saw Seven and B'Elanna, her face brightened.
"Seven, B'Elanna what can I do for you two?" She walked around her desk and led them to the couch. Seven looked to B'Elanna for help, not understanding why the Captain was being so... Seven could not even describe how she was acting. But it was not normal, that's for sure.
B'Elanna took the lead. "Captain Seven and I, that is we both wanted, well no not wanted. Wondered if maybe .... um we could ... ya know..." B'Elanna was bright red by this time. So was Seven, but hers was from holding in a snicker. She loved to see Lana blush, but knew better the to go to far.
"Captain what Lieutenant Torres is trying to say is that we would like to be married and would like you to perform the ceremony?" Seven asked. Janeway's face brightened even more.
"I would be honored. When are you planning it for?" Janeway asked, wondering why they were looking back and forth. "Ok, what's up?"
B'Elanna stood tall and walked straight up to the Captain and clearing her throat she asked. "I am asking Kathryn Janeway, not Captain Janeway, formally." Taking a deep breath B'Elanna went for broke. "Can I have your daughter's hand in marriage? By Klingon Law we are already married. But I want to do the right thing by you and Seven. So my I have the honor of marrying your daughter?"
Kathryn didn't know what to say. She had never expected this, apparently neither had Seven, who was staring at B'Elanna. She saw so much love in both of their eyes, that she knew she would do everything in her power to see them happy.
"B'Elanna I would be pleased if you would take Seven as your wife. I can think of no better match or mate for either of you. So when is the big day?" Janeway asked again.
B'Elanna sat down, now not quite as nervous, and they explained what they wanted and Janeway helped in any way she could. 'Anything to forget about that headache Tom Paris.' She pushed that thought away and focused on Seven and B'Elanna.
Meanwhile, in sick bay...
"Ah Mr Paris. So glad you could grace us with your presence. Just in time to." The doctor pointed out, as crewmen and women started entering sick bay. At Tom's questioning look, the doctor explained that it was time for the crews six month physicals.
Paris groaned, remembering the last time. The doctors voice shook him from his thoughts.
"Why don't you take the first five and I shall take the next, and so on." Having finished speaking the doctor turned and went to work.
Paris's shoulder's slumped even further, if possible. He walked over to the first five and started asking questions and filling out files.
Tuvok slipped into the doctors office and contacted the Captain He asked what Paris was to do after helping the doctor. She had told him to escort Mr. Paris to the mess hall, so he could assist Mr. Neelix.
Then Tuvok sat and went through some paper work he needed to do, while waiting for Mr. Paris to finish.
B'Elanna and Seven we're just leaving the mess hall, when Tom and Tuvok showed up. They were talking to Neelix about the wedding plans.
He was still grinning from ear to ear as he met Tom and Tuvok. "Hello Mr. Vulcan. I see you are escorting Mr. Paris around. Will you be staying until he's finished?"
Tuvok raised a brow. "I trust that Mr. Paris will keep himself out of trouble until my return."
Tom only nodded. He was still trying to find a way to get between B'Elanna and that Borg bitch.
Tuvok turned and left Neelix and Tom alone. "Well let's get this over with." Tom groaned.
Neelix smiled even bigger. "We are going to have so much fun, you will hardly notice what time it is." Tom doubted it would be much fun. Taking a deep breath he followed Neelix into the kitchen to get ready for the lunch rush.
B'Elanna and Seven had decided to speak to Sam and Naomi Wildman together, then split up. They each had someone else to speak to privately. They we're now on their way to find Sam and Naomi.
The computer told them that both we're in the Wildman quarters. So that's where they we're headed.
Seven rang the chime, then heard Sam yelling. "It's open." They stepped into the room and looked around, but didn't see any one. Seven looked at B'Elanna with a raised brow.
B'Elanna shrugged her shoulders, then called out. "Sam, you here?" She nearly jumped out of her skin when Naomi came bolting out from behind the couch Torres was standing in front of.
"Seven." Naomi said as she threw herself at Seven. Seven caught her and hugged the girl back.
"Naomi Wildman, I wish to speak to you and your mother about an important matter."
Naomi stepped back and turned back to the bedrooms. "MOM SEVEN WANTS TO TALK TO US." She yelled at the room. Both Seven and B'Elanna shook their head, to clear the ringing.
Sam Wildman, stepped out of her room and told Naomi not to yell. "What can I do for you Seven." She sat down, then noticed that Lieutenant Torres was also there. "Is this ship business?"
Torres looked between Seven and Sam, then remembered that Sam might not know about them. B'Elanna sat next to Sam and pulled Seven down beside her, not letting go of Seven's hand.
"No, this is most definitely not ship related." B'Elanna looked back to Seven for her to finish.
"Sam I would like you to stand with me as my Matron of Honor?" Then B'Elanna turned to Naomi, who's jaw was almost on the floor.
"We're going to need you to be the flower girl, if you think you can do it?" B'Elanna teased her.
The grin on Naomi's face was a bright as a sun. "I can do it. You can both count on me." With that she hugged them. Seven turned back to Sam, who was smiling also.
"I would be honored Seven. Congratulation's to both of you."
They all talked for a while about the details of the wedding, then Seven and B'Elanna split up.
Continued in next part ....