Chapter Four
NC-17 for smut and violence
Enterprise quivered violently and Hoshi hung on the side of the bed so as not to be thrown off. The comm unit had been left on and she could hear everything that was going on on the bridge. “It looks like a Klingon ship, sir, but a configuration we haven’t seen before!” A clipped British tone notified the captain.
“Sir, if we take another hit to the hull plating on deck G section 4, it will buckle.” An urgent voice with a southern accent shouted.
“Evacuate that area. Get everybody out!” Jon commanded.
“Sir, we’re being hailed!”
“Surrender and prepare to be boarded! We claim your vessel for the honor of the Klingon Empire! All of you will be shown mercy and be put to quick deaths, especially the spy you have on board.” Hoshi recognized the voice as that of her tormentor and a snapshot of the specifications of a new Klingon Bird of Prey played in her head.
“Doctor! Inform the armory to concentrate all phase cannon power on the Bird of Prey torpedo doors. They have a 4.6 second firing window. They need to fire as soon as the door opens to release the next volley.” Hoshi shouted to Phlox as she tried to get to a comm unit. The Enterprise took another hit.
Phlox moved toward her to encourage her to lie down, but thought it prudent to relay the message. He hit the comm button, skipped all pleasantries and shouted the instructions into the panel.
“Acknowledged,” the British tone sounded.
Enterprise continued to groan and rock as she took another hit, then shuddered violently as the shock wave from the explosion from the Bird Prey engulfed her.
“Status report!” Jon barked. Hoshi sent a silent prayer to whatever entity existed at the sound of his voice and lay back down.
“The Klingons have been destroyed, sir.” The British voice sounded off.
“She took some bumps and bruises, sir, but nothing my teams can’t take care of,” the Southern drawl reported.
“Sir, so far only minor injuries are coming in,” Phlox chimed in as some crewman came in limping holding an arm with a plasma burn on it.
“You’re looking better, Lieutenant.” Captain Conners smiled at Hoshi as their debriefing session wound down.
“Thank you sir.” Hoshi moved uncomfortably in her seat. She had been assigned to crew quarters awaiting transfer back to earth. “Sir, when is the transport going to arrive?”
“Hasn’t anybody told you?” Captain Conners’ brow furrowed. “You have been reassigned to Enterprise as communications officer. Admiral Forrest felt it best if you remained on board. You could continue your upgrades on the UT software and run rough shod during first contact missions. I hope that isn’t a problem.”
“No sir. No problem.” Hoshi stated feeling sick to her stomach, thinking of living with Jon under his command. Part of her rejoiced. That part was quickly squelched. Hoshi turned the monitor off after Captain Conners wished her luck.
The door chime sounded, making her jump. “Enter.”
“I’ve come to check on your progress, Lieutenant.” Phlox greeted her cheerily. He and the steward were the only ones who she had contact with in the last week, a fact that disappointed her for some odd reason.
Phlox took the obligatory scans of her and purred with contentment. “You know… you are cleared for light exercise. Perhaps walking would do you good. Perhaps you could have dinner in the mess. I hear some of the crew are anxious to meet you.”
“Ok.” Hoshi agreed instantly, feelings of cabin fever making her skin crawl.
“I would be more than happy to dine with you that way you don’t feel awkward.” Phlox volunteered.
“That would be most appreciated,” Hoshi replied in his native tongue, earning a wide grin.
“I haven’t spoken Denobulan since I arrived on Enterprise. This is very welcome indeed. I look forward to our dinner.” Phlox left with a bounce in his step.
“Hey Doc, how are those upgrades working for ya?” Hoshi recognized the southern drawl from the bridge.
“Just fine Commander,” Phlox offered a seat to him, which was quickly refused. “Commander Charles Tucker III, this is our new communications officer, Lt. Hoshi Sato.”
Hoshi extended her hand as Trip turned away suddenly remembering something that needed his attention in engineering. “Sorry, gotta go. Nice meetin’ ya!”
Hoshi could feel the chill in his voice.
“That was quite odd. He is usually very amicable and sociable,” Phlox interjected.
Hoshi shrugged her shoulders.
Trip never thought his buddy would fall that hard, especially seein’ as he was gettin’ ready to ship out once his daddy’s ship was up and runnin’. Trip had to admit, though, he had never seen his friend so happy and he looked good, too, not so worried about Enterprise and breathin’ down his neck all the time. Jon invited him to crash at his place while he waited for his transport to Jupiter Station. He wanted Trip to meet Hoshi.
Trip will never forget the sound of Jon’s voice as he called out to Hoshi when they got home. He would never forget the look on Jon’s face as he realized she was gone. There was no note, no message, and no trace of her in his life. He took Jon out that night to drown his sorrows. That was the second time he ever saw his friend cry, the first being his father’s funeral. He never spoke ill of Hoshi in front of Jon, but in his heart he hated her, hated her for hurting his friend, leaving him broken.
Trip didn’t know what to think now that Hoshi was on Enterprise. At first he feared for Jon, then he felt resentment that she had invaded his sanctuary. He understood Starfleet’s reasoning behind her assignment. The UT was on the fritz more than it worked and her help was definitely welcome, but she had crushed Jon and hadn’t looked back. He wasn’t the forgivin’ type.
Hoshi scanned some Vulcan text for translation. She knew Vulcan well and would be able to tell if the UT was getting it right.
“Damn it to hell!” Hoshi heard a clatter and heard more cursing.
“Sir, are you okay?”
“Just fine, thanks.” Trip said with acid in his voice.
“You’re welcome,” Hoshi muttered with contempt.
“And just what the hell is your problem, princess?”
Hoshi bristled. “Permission to speak freely sir?”
“By all means. Let’s get the air clear.” Trip wiped his hand on the pant leg of his uniform and started collecting his tools.
“Ever since I arrived you have been just civil. Do you have a problem with me?” Hoshi remained calm.
“You’re damn right I got a problem with you. I was there when Jon got home and you’re nowhere to be found… no dear Jon note…no nothin’. You just left. You were heartless. I guess you got you a piece and felt it was time to move on…”
“You know nothing about me! How dare you judge me! How dare you…” Hoshi got hold of her temper and looked at her superior officer, Jon’s friend. “Trust me when I say this. He was better off without me. He still is.” Hoshi walked out, not caring where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from there.
Trip stood there with his mouth hangin’ open. “Talk about the walkin’ wounded.” He didn’t know what she meant about Jon being better off without her, but he could see the hurt in her eyes and hear the pain in her voice. His hatred toward her started to thaw.
Hoshi stared at the back on Jon’s head remembering what it was like to run her hands through his thick hair. She looked down and made some adjustments to her console looking for anything to do than to think about him. They were flying over a wooded area.
“We will be there in 15 minutes.” Jon stated flatly as he made adjustments to their flight path. Just then the shuttle jolted and main power went offline. The auxiliaries were offline too. Hoshi heard Jon yell at her to brace for impact as he tried frantically to make their landing safer.
Hoshi strapped herself in and held on.
After Hoshi got her bearings she looked around. She saw Jon slumped over, blood trickling down his face. “Shit! Jon, wake up! Wake up!” Hoshi shook him.
“I’m ‘wake.” Jon groused and looked up into her eyes. His hand cupped her face. “Still love you… never stopped.” His eyes closed and his frame went slack.
“Dammit, Jon. Wake up!” Hoshi yelled, desperation in her voice. She took his pulse and relaxed. It was steady and his pupils were responsive. “I never stopped loving you either,” she whispered.
Hoshi tried raising Enterprise, but a storm had moved in. The wind rocked the shuttle back and forth. She pulled Jon down onto the floor, straightening his prone body for his comfort. She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and leaned forward placing a feather light kiss there. She sidled up to him and fell asleep.
She heard her mother scream. “Murdering bitch. You should be punished! Punish her!”
Jon’s eyes turned dark. “With pleasure.”
Her hands were bound and Jon was manhandling her. She panicked, fear rising in her throat but she was unable to move or scream. “I’m going to tear you apart whore!” He smiled as he thrust his cock inside her, ripping her to shreds. Her hands were no longer behind her back but had knifes thrust through them as Jon pounded into her, his huge cock burning her wherever it touched her. She screamed, begging for release, begging for her death.
“You’re hurting me! Please stop.” Hoshi whimpered, then opened her eyes, going from pain and fear to love then to ice. “Sir?”
Jon removed his hands from her shoulders as though he had been burned. He sat up and touched the first aid job on his forehead. “Enterprise to Shuttle Pod Two.”
Jon stood, swaying a little and answered the hail. The away mission was scrubbed and a recovery team was dispatched.
He must have dreamt her telling him she loved him. He had dreamt it so many times; he was desperate to hear those words, to feel her against him. Jon tossed his ball against the wall. Having her on board was a self-imposed hell. He had requested her reassignment listing all the reasons she would be a valuable asset to Enterprise. Admiral Forrest had readily agreed and approved the transfer unaware of Jon’s true motivation. His thoughts were filled with her daily, her touch, her taste, her smell, and the sound of her laughter. He was in agony. He had to do something soon or he was going to go crazy. He suited up and went to the gym.
Jon froze as he saw the object of his desire on the workout bench. He was drawn to her side and couldn’t stop his hand from reaching out to touch hers, the one that had the knife through it. He jerked back, knowing this was no dream, ashamed of his advance on her. He was making a fool of himself again.
Hoshi snatched his hand back, flattening his palm against her lips. She could deny him no longer. He pulled her up and they kissed, their tongues mating as lovers do, creating sensual friction. The only sound in the room emanated from them, breathing, moans, pants and gasps. Their hands divested each other of clothing. Hoshi tried to coax Jon into taking her hard and fast, but he would have none of that. He was concerned about her physical condition since the rape.
Jon lay down on the bench, letting her set her own pace, letting her be the master. He didn’t have to wait long as she straddled his hips and sank down on him slowly. His eyes rolled back into his head as the sensation made his head swim. “I’ve dreamt of you. I’ve been loving you all along.” Jon gasped as she moved on him, flexing her scarred muscles around him.
Jon reached forward, dipping his fingers into the nest where they were joined, stroking the swollen nub in time with Hoshi’s movements. She arched her back, muttering her pleasure as it rolled over her. She continued to rock back and forth, never wanting them to part. She looked down at Jon seeing the love he still held for her. He shuddered and spilled his seed inside her.
Hoshi got up quickly and got dressed beating herself up for hurting him again.
“Hoshi?” Confusion and hurt marred his expression.
She was walking out the door then stopped and turned around. “Take a look at the Washington News Herald stardate 2145, page 2 section B and tell me you love me then.” Her heart bled as she walked out on the man she loved.
TBC
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