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Leap NCC- 1701- D 4/4 (trek,mf)
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Subject: LEAP NCC-1701D (4/4) QL/ST:TNG
Date: Fri Jul 21 22:20:08 1995
LEAP NCC-1701D
Part 4
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"Well, hello there, ADMIRAL." Sam hadn't seen Al since the
escapade with Deanna's mother, and he was not about to let
him off the hook without some teasing. "How was your PICNIC
with Lwaxana?"
Al cocked his head to one side and gave a look upward to the
ceiling. "That's one hell of a woman, Sam. A little on the
mature side, but she's got energy to spare."
"I'll bet. Did you have to talk or did she just read your
mind all night. Now THERE'S an interesting concept!"
Al's expression turned unexpectedly serious. "Sam, I just came
from the Bridge. There's something important going on. We
gotta go RIGHT NOW." He was motioning in the direction of the
door.
Sam folded his arms across his chest and shook his head.
"NO WAY. I'm not showing my face there. I might get asked
to do something." He pointed to the ground with his finger.
"I'm staying RIGHT HERE till I get orders from Ziggy."
"THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT! What Ziggy and Data say you're
supposed to do! You gotta see what everyone on the Bridge is
looking at."
Al aimed his cigar at the console, "Can you get the pictures
in here? You got everything else, movies, cartoons...."
"I guess so." Sam said, reluctantly sitting down in
front of the console. "Computer, patch through the images
from the Bridge viewscreen to my console."
Sam's expression turned incredulous as he looked at the images.
Al was peering over his shoulder, glancing back and forth
between the console screen and Sam's face.
"That's what we've been waiting for, Sam. The Borg."
"THAT? THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR? These refugees from a biker
nightmare."
"You got it!"
"OOOOOH BOY."
"According to information that Data has," Al explained while
pacing around, "the Borg plan to capture him and extract
technology from his neural net that they'll use in their conquest
of The Federation. But, instead of him, they'll capture you and,
of course, YOU don't know diddly-squat."
Al tilted his head, put his hand under his chin, and gave Sam a
little grin. Sam was not amused.
"That's just great, Al. They capture me, suck out what little bit
of swiss-cheese brain I have left, and then release me so I can
leap. Except by then I'll be a complete vegetable."
"Well, except for the vegetable part," Al said still grinning,
"that's the general idea."
Sam looked directly into Al's eyes and challenged him.
"It just doesn't add up. I'm more convinced than ever that
Ziggy and Data are making this stuff up as they go along."
"Ziggy's swears she's telling the truth."
"AH HA," Sam yelled, waving his hand at Al, "so you called her on
this! Admit it."
Al winced as Sam continued to berate him.
"You know what I think, Al. I think it's just a quantum accident
that I'm here and it has nothing to do with God, time, fate,
whatever. I think Ziggy's too embarrassed to admit she doesn't
know what the hell is going on so she's pulling this little
stunt and she's conned Data into helping her. She's flipped
on us before."
"Well, if it's not a genuine leap, how did Data get into
the Waiting Room? Did you ever think of that!"
"No...but I still don't buy this whole thing. Besides,
exactly how were the THREE of you planning to `uncapture' me?"
"We're working on that."
An image of the Borg ship floated across the console screen.
"Look at that thing, Al. There's no way I'm ever escaping from
that. Are you sure Ziggy isn't fronting for Ming the
Magnificent?"
"Cute, Sam, cute. Look, all I know is what Ziggy and Data tell me.
Just make sure you're carrying a weapon that you know how to use."
"What do you suggest? A can opener?"
"Come on, Sam. One of those ray gun things, blaster, whatever the
hell they're called."
"Blaster is from Star Wars, Al. This is real life."
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Al changed the mood. He got
whimsical, squinting one eye and looking up to the ceiling as if
daydreaming out loud.
"Sam, did you ever see Star Wars? You know, the movie."
Sam played along, not sure where this was going, but relieved to
take a small break and share a pleasant memory.
"Sure, I actually can remember that. Going to see the first one.
I think I was in graduate school, or maybe medical school..."
He smiled thoughtfully. "Funny...Han Solo was my secret hero.
Can you believe that? I envied that character. He was so
impetuous, wild, and brave. All the things I wasn't."
"Well, Sam...see how life turns out? Now you're the hero."
"I'm thrilled, Al."
****************
Hours went by. Days went by. Sam waited while The Enterprise
and the Borg ship played Alphonse and Gaston with each other.
Al showed up in Data's quarters, surprised to see Sam sitting
around relaxing.
"I'VE been on the Bridge monitoring the situation, while YOU'RE
here goofing off. Hey, what's that noise?"
"Popcorn. I'm making popcorn."
"You're making POPCORN? How the hell are you doing that?"
"I have alot of time on my hands. I decided to become the
Julia Child of food replicators. You'd be surprised what these
machines can cook up. 24th century microwave popcorn."
Al moved his head back and forth and gave Sam a sarcastic smirk.
"And what, PRAY TELL, are you planning to do with all this
popcorn?"
"Going to the movies."
"THE MOVIES?" Al shouted, incredulous.
"Yeeesss...the movies...just me and Spot. You're not invited."
Sam gathered up his popcorn bucket and the cat.
"If the Borg want me, they can find me on Holodeck Three. Just
tell them to knock before coming in; I may have company."
Al directed a `gimme a break' look at Sam.
"There's serious stuff going on here. You can't just take off
to the Holodeck."
"Look, Al. As far as I can tell, I'm just waiting around to get
captured by the Borg. So, in the meantime, I'm considering this
a vacation leap. I can't remember when I've had so much free
time and I'm taking advantage of it. See ya later."
As Sam walked out the door, Al shouted to him.
"What's the movie?"
"Star Wars."
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<Help me Obi-wan Kenobi.
You're my only hope>
Deanna found him on the Holodeck with Spot curled up in his lap,
watching Star Wars, the 24th century way. It had been fairly
easy for the computer to convert the old movie (miraculously in
the database archive) into a holo program. Sam resisted the urge
to participate, that would have been a bit too bizarre for him.
He had his replicator popcorn, his date(Spot), and the best seat
in the house. Now with the arrival of Deanna, he had a friend
to share the fun.
"What's in there?" he asked referring to a bag in her hand.
"Chocolate. Want some?"
"Nah," he shook his head, "I'm strictly a popcorn android."
She curled up next to him and Sam started getting hard almost
immediately. "I'm turning into another Al," he thought, feeling a
little silly. He certainly had more of an appreciation for poor
Al and his sexual obsessions now that Deanna was having this
effect on him. He clutched her gently but impaled her mouth
with a blistering kiss that was anything but gentle. Tongues
meeting, torrid breath exchanged, pressing his aroused body
against hers, Deanna was certain there was no man in the
galaxy that could kiss like Sam. When he released her, she
lay back against him, almost exhausted.
Deanna was wearing one of her long-skirted uniforms. Sam reached
underneath and found no underwear. He didn't know if that was a
24th century custom or Deanna just figured underwear would be
superfluous under the circumstances. As he gently stroked her
between the legs, the moistness coupled with her soft noises was
making it a struggle to keep from diving right in, especially
since his erection was almost painful. But he held back. He
wasn't sure how much longer he'd be in this leap and he wanted
to prolong every exhilarating moment.
Star Wars was playing out all around them.
<Obi-wan. Now that's a name I've
not heard in a long time>
Relaxing under his masterful touch, she looked at him through a
haze of arousal and teary eyes. He would be gone soon and she
would be devastated. She thought herself indeed fortunate to have
know an incredible man like Sam. Handsome eyes and face, a body
that had substance to it (not skinny like so many she had seen),
coupled with the most wonderful of personalities - a sensitive,
compassionate, funny man, but with a vulnerability that made him
even more endearing.
He noticed her sad expression, and temporarily removing his hand,
drew her close.
"I know, I know," he said. He had mixed emotions about leaving.
People who were able to stay in one place and one life hadn't
learned to appreciate, as he had, every crumb of contentment.
<Alderaan! I'm not going to Alderaan!>
His tight hold on her inflamed Deanna even more and she pressed
against his leg in an unconscious attempt to relieve herself.
Responding to her unspoken plea for attention, he pushed her all
the way down and got under her skirt.
"Please God," Sam prayed silently, "please keep Al away. If he
shows up now, I'll never hear the end of it."
Spot, miffed at being ignored, and not knowing what
the humans were doing, decided to play in the popcorn bucket.
Popcorn was flying everywhere.
Sam started out with just his tongue, gently sucking and licking
at her as she moaned and rocked. To intensify the feeling, he
tried sticking two fingers into her vagina. Her reaction was
more than he had anticipated; she let out a wild and ecstatic cry.
He had found the G-spot and was going for more.
Deanna's cream was so abundant at that moment that he was able to
get three fingers in. While his tongue continued to work her from
the outside, he slowly turned his fingers and probed from the
inside, loosing and widening the opening. Deanna was almost
levitating off the floor from the intense stimulation.
"Oh Sam," she said breathlessly, "what are you doing?"
"Trust me, I'm a doctor." he said from under her clothes, in a
voice muffled by fabric.
<Will somebody get this big
walking carpet out of my way>
He continued to slowly stretch her vaginal muscles. Very slowly
and very lovingly. Taking his time. Carefully adding a fourth
finger. Twisting and probing and sending wave after wave of
orgasmic rapture through Deanna's body. The exquisite pressure
that filled her was like nothing she had ever experienced.
Then Sam went for the kill. With his tongue still working at her
clit, he pushed his entire hand in and pressed up against the
spongy area below her pelvic bone. Deanna climaxed convulsively,
her contractions squeezing against his hand and forcing it out.
<The circle is now complete.
When I left you I was but a learner.
Now I am the master>
"WHERE did you learn to do THAT?" She asked, panting and
trembling.
"Watching porno movies?" He smiled at Deanna but laughed to
himself.
He pulled her back into his arms; and this time he was the
one silently begging for relief. Sam knew she couldn't take in
anything else right now, so he pressed the bulge of his hard
cock against her and hoped she'd offer some assistance.
<Angle the deflector shields while I
charge up the main guns>
She got the message and was happy to help. As she positioned
herself between his legs and reached into his uniform, she
heard a noise across the deck floor. Suddenly Deanna screamed
and pointed without speaking. Sam turned his head and saw
three Borg.
"I thought I told you guys to knock first."
An instant later he was gone.
***************
Sam was walking, unbound, down a corridor in the Borg ship,
escorted from behind by the three who had captured him. Looking
over his shoulder, he saw that one Borg had some kind of
weapon attached to his arm. The only exposed area on all three
bodies was the neck. "Good enough," Sam thought.
Al stepped in back of him.
"So glad you could join our little party, Al."
"I wouldn't abandon you, kid; you know that."
"Why hasn't the Enterprise beamed me out of here, Al?"
"You mean turn you to pixie dust and suck you out? Because I
heard Captain Picard say that someone is jamming the signal."
Al hit the handlink a few times. "And Ziggy says it's this
beauty right next to me with the roto rooter hands."
"Oh, come on, Al! How come Ziggy can get through and the
Enterprise can't?"
"No clue, Sam. Different frequency, I guess. Anyway, as soon
as we can get you out, the Enterprise is going to make a quick
getaway and let the Borg eat Starfleet dust."
"Ok, Al. No more talking." Sam was deadly serious.
Al understood. Sam had analyzed the situation and was focusing
his mind and body on what had to be done.
In the world of martial arts, of which Sam was a master, size
and strength meant very little. Technique and cleverness were
everything. The Borg was powerful, as least twice as powerful
as any human male, but they had no individual intelligence. They
would be no match for him; his training and genius gave him an
edge and he knew how to use it. It was for this moment that he
had spent years practicing mental discipline, and hours in
Data's quarters studying Borg anatomy. Adequately prepared, Sam
was capable of delivering deadly blows.
He relaxed his body, made himself loose and flexible, and took
only seconds to plan and complete the attack. A spinning crescent
kick to the neck downed the first Borg, throwing him in front of
the other two. Having distracted his remaining opponents, Sam
executed a lightning fast knife hand to a main artery killing one,
and a snake hand strike to the throat coupled with a snap kick
under the chin that crushed the windpipe of the other. It was
over in a flash. No sound had been uttered, no weapon fired.
"Sam," Al shouted, "the jamming's stopped. Hurry, hit that
whosi-whatits thing on your shirt and let's get out of here!"
As he broke up into a transport beam, an old memory suddenly
returned. The question that had nagged Sam for days was
answered. "It was Superman! It was Lois Lane talking to Superman.
YES!"
*******************
When Captain Picard told her that Data had returned safely from
the Borg ship, Deanna ran to his quarters, anxious to see Sam.
Not bothering to wait for a "come in" (her relationship with Sam
was beyond that), she burst into the room and immediately knew
something was wrong. She saw Data. Not Sam/Data, but Data.
"NO!" she screamed. "NO! Where's Sam?"
"If you are referring to Doctor Beckett, Counselor, I believe
he has been returned to his own time. It was I that beamed
back from the Borg ship. Doctor Beckett apparently leaped
during transport."
Deanna collapsed on the couch with her head in her hands.
It wasn't Data's fault; she knew this would happen eventually.
It just seemed so sudden.
"Counselor, I understand your interest in this matter. Ziggy
and I were both informed on a regular basis by Admiral Calavicci
of what was happening on board the Enterprise, and of your
particular involvement. You did know, did you not, that Doctor
Beckett would be returned as soon as the mission was complete?"
"MISSION, WHAT MISSION?" Deanna was half yelling, half sobbing.
"He was never certain why he was here! He didn't believe any of
the stupid nonsense that you and that idiot computer Ziggy were
telling the Admiral. What was he here for? Just to make me
miserable?"
"Counselor, he was here for himself. And to find you. But, for
obvious reasons, we could not tell him that."
"What?" Deanna was stunned.
"He was here to try and set right, for a short time at least,
his own loneliness. But it had to be done outside of his lifetime;
on a string that was not his own; on your string. And he was
correct. The other things that he did while in this time were
fabrications, creating by us to distract him."
"Well," she said through a veil of tears streaming down her
cheeks. "I suppose I should be happy for him. He did once
jokingly refer to his time here as a vacation leap."
"But there's more." Data continued, struggling to comprehend
Counselor Troi's emotions, "Working with Ziggy, I was able to
program the calculations that can link one string to another.
The leap gave me the opportunity to modify the string that Doctor
Beckett travels so he can return here whenever something happens
in your life that needs his help."
Deanna laughed sarcastically, "So he can be my own
personal...hero?" She pondered for a few seconds, "like that
mythical character from 20th century earth. The one that showed
up whenever someone was in trouble. Like..." she groped for
the name.
Data nodded. "Superman."
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- End -
LEAP NCC-1701D
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