NEW: TNG The Lazarus Dilemma 13/? P/C
Heather Smyth
Author: Heather Smyth
Series: TNG
Rating: NC17
Part: 13/?
Code: P/C
Disclaimer and summary...see part one.
Data bent low on his hands and knees and sniffed the
aggregation of grasses and mud. His tricorder suggested it was a nesting
site but, as there was no evidence it had been used in quite some time, the
android decided to heed his own advice and use all his senses. The
Lieutenant at his side frowned and gave a sidelong look at his companion,
another Lieutenant, his eyebrows raised.
"Ah Commander.what are you doing?"
Data sat back on his haunches and brushed his hands free of sand.
"Although the information is sporadic and incomplete, the tricorder suggests
this is a nest site. I am endeavouring to ascertain whether or not that is
correct by utilising my olfactory senses. It has been documented that
reptilian nest sites have a peculiar odour, one easily detectable."
The young man gaped and shook his head.
"And does it Sir?"
Data shrugged.
"That is indeterminable as I am unfamiliar with this planet's species.
However I can determine it carries no reptilian odour that I can identify."
The Lieutenant shrugged.
"So now what Sir? We have found an old nest. So what?"
Data stood and flicked at the sand on his trousers.
"We must thoroughly investigate everything we find Lieutenant. We do not yet
know what is significant and what is not."
"But Sir.how can an alien nest site be significant?"
The android shrugged.
"I do not know."
Just then Data's comm. badge came to life.
"Shuttle Monash to Data."
"Data here, go ahead."
"Sir we're getting some screwy readings here. Request your assistance."
The Second Officer frowned.
"Define 'screwy' Ensign."
"Well.we think there might be a mass at one hundred and fifty metres of
depth, but we can't be sure. One minute we get random indications of a power
source then it disappears. We need your help Sir."
"Understood, I am on my way. Data out."
The pale artificial man turned to his fellow officers.
"While I am gone I want you to search this section of beach. If you find any
more nest sites, catalogue them then report to Commander Peverill. He will
assign your new tasks."
The men nodded and replied in unison.
"Aye Sir."
Within fifteen minutes Data had piloted a shuttle out to sea and landed it
on the water's surface. Stern to stern, both craft had their aft hatches
open, through which Data entered the Monash.
"Ensign Tamblyn, you reported a 'mass' at a depth of one hundred and fifty
metres. Can you be more specific?"
Paul Tamblyn shook his head.
"Not really Sir. We think what we've found is the top of something, because
the actual depth here is one hundred and sixty-five metres."
"I see. Why do you not think it is a naturally occurring phenomenon?"
Tamblyn sighed and shrugged.
"Because of the sporadic power readings Sir. The source is unknown, but I
don't think it is naturally occurring. We've been trying to pin it down when
we see it, but it keeps ghosting then disappearing."
Data tilted his head in thought.
"And you think these readings are coming from the.mass?"
"Yes Sir."
"Curious. Is there a deep water pressure suit on board?"
The Ensign shook his head.
"No Sir."
"I see."
Data walked forward and opened a broad range channel.
"Commander Data to all shuttles. Any shuttle containing a deep water
pressure suit, please report to me immediately. Data out."
He waited only five minutes before making his decision.
"It would seem none of the shuttles has one. I will return to the
Enterprise. In my absence, Commander Peverill will be in charge. Please make
your reports to him until I return."
He didn't wait for a reply. Several minutes later the shuttle had lifted off
and was ascending the heavens.
Will twisted in the Command chair and frowned.
"He asked for what?"
"A deep water pressure suit Sir."
The big man nodded.
"That's what I thought you said. Riker to Data."
"Data here."
"Going for a swim Data?"
Will grinned at hearing the obvious confusion coming from his friend.
"Sir?"
"You want a deep diving suit. Why?"
"Oh. Yes Sir. We have discovered something under the surface of the sea that
warrants further investigation. Also, while I am aboard I will see if Geordi
is ready with the augmented scanners. We would benefit from their readings."
"Understood. I'll let him know you're on your way. Riker out."
The First Officer ran his fingers through his beard and sighed. Lifting his
head he called,
"Riker to LaForge."
"LaForge here."
"Geordi, Data's on his way. How are we going with the scanners and sensors?"
"Almost there Commander, but our window is going to be very short. The
activity of the Garudan sun is increasing again."
Will nodded, his face showing his frustration.
"How long will we have?"
"Best estimate.twenty minutes."
With a grunt, Will closed his eyes briefly and shook his head.
"Damn. Okay Geordi, start as soon as you're ready. Send all our results down
to the planet as well as to our science stations."
"Will do Commander, LaForge out."
The quiet voice of the Tactical officer broke into Will's thoughts.
"Commander Data's shuttle is docking now Sir."
Giving a curt nod, Will muttered.
"Thank you Ensign."
It had been several hours and no one had returned to
Beverly's room. She had managed to doze fitfully but as her fear slowly gave
way to boredom, her thoughts settled on her family.
"Oh my little ones.are you all right? Is your father with you? Did they
rescue him? Is he all right?"
Images of her husband filled her mind and she sighed inwardly, remembering
the night everything changed.
It had been nothing special, just a shared dinner, although being in her
quarters was a little unusual, their habit of dining in Jean-Luc's abode
almost sacrosanct. They had eaten in easy companionship, chatting freely
about everything and nothing, keeping up with ship's gossip, work.the usual
things. After dinner they had retired to the sofa to savour their wine, a
bottle of the Picard vineyards. Beverly watched her friend surreptitiously,
happy that he could relax so much in her company. Her pupils dilated as she
took in his features.his body. She had always found him
attractive.compelling.his natural authority and commanding presence made him
very alluring but what she found most irresistible was his well hidden
vulnerability. That he was willing to let his guard down with her was a
tremendous compliment and she found she was becoming increasingly unable to
resist his appeal. She had long harboured erotic fantasies about him, but as
her feelings for him grew, the fantasies became more and more prevalent. And
knowing he loved her.had done for thirty years.only served to make a
difficult situation worse.
She sat up abruptly and placed her glass on the table, putting it down with
more force than she intended. Somewhat startled, the Captain shot her a
glance.
"Well I suppose we should call it a night Jean-Luc. I have to be up early
tomorrow."
She saw the disappointment flicker in his eyes but he covered it well. He
stood and held out his hand, assisting Beverly to her feet. They walked
slowly to the door and, as it opened, Jean-Luc turned to his best friend
with the intention of thanking her for a lovely evening. He caught Beverly
in an unguarded moment. As their eyes met he saw the love in her eyes.
Jean-Luc was a man accustomed to seizing opportunities when they arose. It
was a philosophy that had served him well all his life. Not willing to
change now, he took a step forward, allowing the door to close. Holding
Beverly's gaze, he raised his hands and cradled her face, leaning in slowly
and brushing his lips over hers. The shock of their touch sent a shiver
through the red head. She gasped softly and, as he approached for another
kiss, she closed her eyes and waited breathlessly. The following kiss made
her moan softly and when they parted she mewed in discontent. Still holding
her face, Jean-Luc said quietly,
"Open your eyes Beverly."
Once he held her gaze he took a deep breath and swallowed.
"I love you Beverly.you know that. Do you love me?"
All she could do was nod; her voice had long ago deserted her. The smile
that tugged at the corners of his mouth made Beverly chuckle. Jean-Luc
kissed her again. What started out as an expression of tenderness became
heatedly passionate, leaving Beverly weak-kneed and clutching his shoulders.
When he picked her up she sighed and laid her head against his neck. As he
carried her into the bedroom she whispered,
"Make love to me Jean-Luc."
His reply was another languid kiss. They made love twice that night and
again in the morning. As they lay quietly, enjoying the afterglow of their
efforts, Beverly finally found her voice. She snuggled into his embrace and,
with tears in her eyes, said,
"I love you Jean-Luc. I have for a long time."
He tightened his embrace and kissed the top of her head.
"I know."
They were married three months later.
Her thoughts drifted then. Images of their married life, the afternoon
Jean-Luc proposed made her sigh.
They were sharing a day off. The Captain had done some tweaking of the
rosters to allow them to have a day off together. He had taken Beverly to
the Holodeck for a picnic. The blanket was spread on the top of a small
rise, the grasses soft and fresh. Around them in every direction sprawled
the Picard vineyards. Beverly was sitting within the embrace of her lover,
her back pressed against his chest. She leaned her head back onto his
shoulder and sighed as he gently caressed her neck.
"Oh God.this is wonderful. Is it really like this?"
Jean-Luc chuckled.
"Well we do get lovely days like this in late spring and early summer but
the truth is there are insects that bite up here. Whenever I came here as a
lad to read I always had to smother myself in anti bite cream.
The Doctor giggled.
"Oh I can just see you.all shiny."
With a snort, Jean-Luc gently bit her neck.
"I was not shiny! The cream rubbed in completely. What I detested was how it
smelled. I ended up smelling highly perfumed! My dear brother used to give
me hell about it."
Beverly turned in his arms and knelt. With mischief in her eyes, she leaned
forward and nuzzled his neck, groaning sensuously. Amused.and a little
aroused, Jean-Luc lifted his head to give her better access. The gentle
shove on his chest had him topple backwards leaving Beverly to stretch out
on top of him. He sighed and brought his hands to her head, guiding her
mouth down to his. The kiss was passionate and Beverly mewed as she felt his
erection grow under her. His hands drifted down her sides, his fingers
gathering the material of her sundress. As the fabric slid up her legs,
Jean-Luc's eyes suddenly widened as he encountered no underwear. Beverly
lifted her head to smile into his dark eyes. His one growled word sent
shivers down her spine.
"Wench."
She sat up and ground herself against him. He gripped her hips and pushed
up, closing his eyes and moaning softly. Abruptly, making his eyes snap
open, Beverly moved backwards to sit on his thighs. She made short work of
opening his trousers and freeing him from his briefs. With a few quick tugs,
she lowered his pants and underwear to his thighs then moved back up to
straddle him. She rubbed herself over his stiff penis, coating him with her
dew. His hands went to the buttons of her dress, but he growled in
frustration as his fingers fumbled. Taking pity on him, Beverly took over
and undid the dress, pulling it open and displaying herself to him. With no
bra to worry about, Jean-Luc smiled as he lifted her breasts out of the
confines of the dress and rolled the nipples in his fingers. Beverly was
deeply aroused. She leaned back, arching her neck as her lover kneaded and
teased her breasts. Suddenly she looked down at him, placed one hand on his
chest and raised herself, taking his penis in her other hand and lifting it.
With slow deliberation she lowered herself, centimetre by centimetre until
he was deeply inside her. Jean-Luc closed his eyes and gasped, grabbing her
dress and pulling her down for a heated kiss. The broke the kiss, panting
and gasping. Beverly lifted herself slowly the dropped back down sharply,
making them both cry out. Heady with desire, the red head quickened her
motions, rising and dropping forcefully. Very rapidly she approached her
release but her lover had other ideas. He suddenly sat up and stilled her.
Utilising his mouth, he lavished her nipples while his fingers explored her
sex. She shifted and wrapped her legs around him, giving him better access
to her clitoris. As he kissed her again, his fingers slid over her pearl
making her shudder. He lifted his hands and wrapped his arms around her
before slowly leaning forward to lay her on her back. With her legs around
his waist, Jean-Luc pulled himself out of her tight heat and slid his penis
through her folds. Beverly gasped and shook her head, panting,
"No.no.I want you inside me.quickly Jean-Luc.please.quickly!"
Ignoring her plea, he nuzzled her neck, while slothfully pushing his
erection back and forth over her clitoris. His deep voice was husky with
desire.
"What do you want Beverly? What do you want me to do?"
She bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut to stop her reply. He chuckled and
pushed himself harder against her.
"Tell me my wanton lover.how do you want it? Hmm?"
Unable to resist his sensuous voice, Beverly gasped,
"Hard.I want it hard and fast!"
"Then that's what you're going to get!"
He surged into her, the sudden penetration making Beverly shriek. He took
her hands and pinned them beside her head as he rose up and proceeded to
plunge violently in and out of the writhing women below him. Mindless with
sensation, Beverly arched her back and gripped his shoulders.
"Yes! Yes! Oh God.I'm going to."
Abruptly she was there.her climax causing her to scream softly as her body
twisted and flexed in ecstasy. Undone by his lover's reaction, Jean-Luc
closed his eyes, his mouth agape as his orgasm swept him away. Buried deep
within his lover, he spasmed rhythmically as he ejaculated. Seconds later he
collapsed, panting and softly moaning Beverly's name. With every residual
pulse of his softening penis, Beverly clenched him internally. They lay in
each other's arms, slowly regaining their breath.
Eventually Jean-Luc rolled to his side, taking Beverly with him. As they lay
quietly, still joined, Jean-Luc sighed and tenderly kissed her.
"I never want to do anything else but make love to you."
Beverly chuckled languidly.
"What.no captaincy? No exploring space?"
He shook his head.
"No. I just want to spend the rest of my days loving you. And as for
exploring.I'd rather explore you."
He gently pushed himself into her and she sighed.
"We have the rest of our lives Jean-Luc. Don't even think of giving up your
life's work for me.or anybody else. It's who you are."
They kissed again and Jean-Luc smiled.
"Actually there's a way I can have my cake and eat it too."
That made Beverly's eyebrows rise.
"I'm cake?"
He chuckled.
"Not exactly, but I think you know what I mean.although you are simply
scrumptious."
The Doctor giggled.
"And you're incorrigible. Now what's your big idea?"
He sighed, closed his eyes briefly and swallowed.
"Marry me."
Beverly's dreamy look disappeared. Suddenly tense she gasped,
"What?"
Rising up on one elbow, Jean-Luc looked down at the startled woman.
"You heard me. Marry me.please."
It was Beverly's turn to swallow. She frowned, her eyes darting about.
"But.Jean-Luc.it's only been two and a half months."
He smiled tenderly.
"And thirty years."
She looked into his eyes and saw the love and determination. Sighing, she
shook her head.
"You're mad."
He chuckled.
"Perhaps but I know what I want. The thing is.do you what the same?"
Staring deeply into his eyes, she whispered,
"Are you sure?"
He nodded slowly.
"Yes, absolutely."
Her smile was small, but her eyes sparkled.
"Then yes."
His smile became a rare full grin and his eyes glittered with tears.
"I love you mon coeur.I will make sure you will never regret what you have
just done.what you have just given me."
Her own tears sliding down her face, Beverly sighed.
"I know my heart.I trust you.implicitly.and I love you, with all that I am."
He sighed and they kissed again.
"I am a very lucky man."
Beverly giggled.
"I know."