Title: The Helping Hand of VJB 5/7
Author: quew
Please see part one for disclaimers, ratings etc.
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Tori and Nicole shared a look as the muses crowded them, enjoying the fact they had two authors at their mercy. Suddenly, they became aware of a light, quiet giggling coming from somewhere behind them. Peering through the legs of their captors, they made out a red shape sitting on the floor, hiding something protectively in her hands and hunching over it as the muses tried to peer over her shoulders.
Quew opened her hands a fraction, peered inside and giggled, closing them with a snap as a Klingon tried to see between her latticed fingers.
'What have you got there, little muse?' She growled, poking quew with one long finger.
'It's mine!' quew replied, scowling. 'It's mine and you can't have it!' and then she peered through her fingers again, giggling slightly. As the last of the muses turned to quew, Tori and Nicole stood quietly and started edging toward the exit.
'What is it?' Another muse asked.
'It's a surprise,' quew replied, holding her hands close to her body and frowning at the muses. 'I found it. You can't have it.'
'If we want it, little muse�' The first Klingon picked her up by the front of her pajamas and lifted her easily out of her sitting position. 'Then we'll take it.'
Quew swallowed hard, aware that some of the muses' attention was waning, and also aware she was supposed to distract them long enough for Wyrdy to get back with backup.
'No!' She cried, as strongly as she dared, looking the Klingon in the eyes and wishing she could be anywhere else. 'You can't have it!' She pulled her hands in as close to her chest as they'd go and, not knowing what else to do, stuck her tongue out at the Klingon.
'Wait a minute�' someone called. Quew's eyes widened in horror as her muse pushed through the crowds. 'I know that voice�'
Quew struggled uselessly in the Klingon's grip as her muse lifted the underpants from her head and the woman grinned, the underpants hanging from one long-tapered finger.
'I thought I'd seen these somewhere before,' She said, waving the underpants idly.
Quew blushed but managed, 'Don't be daft - we replicated them from Chakotays clothes specifications.'
Her muse looked at them and raised an eyebrow, 'Well, that would explain the lace.'
'What is going on? You know this little muse?' The Klingon snarled.
'No', 'Yes' quew and her muse said in unison. 'And why do you keep calling me little? I'm taller than you! See, my feet are still on the floo-' quew gulped as the Klingon lifted her higher. 'Ok-ay. Look. I feel this isn't quite going the way I envisioned. Never mind her for a moment,' quew waved an elbow in the direction of her muse, keeping her hands together. 'I have something in my hands, a surprise, that is mine, and I don't want you to have it, so this is the point where you decide that you want it simply because I don't want you to have it, right?'
'No, we already established that,' a muse at the back called out. 'Now move this story along will you?'
'Ah, yes, sorry!' quew said. 'Okay, so we're up to the unexpected development?'
'Nope,' quew's muse grinned and swung the underpants again, wiggling her eyebrows. 'Done that.'
'Ri-ight�so what comes next?'
'How about the painful beating??' The Klingon holding quew growled, shaking her slightly and obviously impatient.
'Um, no. But thanks. No, I think we'll have my desperate last attempt to keep your attention, if you don't mind.' Quew waved a desperate elbow at Tori and Nicole to hurry, and then cleared her throat, trying to remember where they were in the story. 'Right. Oh, yeah, here we are�it's your line.'
The Klingon rolled her eyes, her temper dangerously thin. 'Will you just let me see what's in your hands?!' She roared.
'No?' quew replied, just as a faint rumbling started to pervade the room, at the edge of hearing. Several of the Klingons looked around, their hearing better than their human counterparts, and started to look worried.
'Fine!' The Klingon holding quew roared, dropping the woman unexpectedly and grabbing her wrists. There ensued a desperate but short struggle where the Klingon pried quews' hands apart.
'There's�There's /nothing there!/' She screeched.
'I know,' quew said, waggling her eyebrows. 'Surprise!'
Just as the Klingon drew her hand back to strike, the roaring reached painfully audible levels and the more sensitive muses clapped their hands to their ears. Suddenly, the door to the quarters exploding inward, showering everybody in durianium alloy.
A small car flew into the quarters, heavily armored and revving frantically. Tori, Nicole and quew looked at each other just as two motorcyclists drove in and started rounding up the muses, driving skillfully and prodding them with electric shock sticks.
Wyrdy popped out of the little cars window and yelled, 'Get in!' And the three VJBer's leapt into action. Tori held out a hand and one of the motorcyclists grabbed her wrist, allowing her to swing into the saddle behind her and handing her the shock stick. Nicole did an impressive leapfrog over two perplexed muses and landed on the other bike, whilst quew took a running jump up the cars bonnet, diving headfirst into the sunroof.
She got stuck halfway, her legs flailing madly as the car maneuvered through the rapidly angering muses, and suddenly quew felt something grab hold of her leg. She looked across to see her muse balancing on the bonnet and gripping her leg tightly.
'Do something Gizzmo!' quew implored the driver of the armored Mini.
'Hang on!' The driver with the faint Klingon ridges cried, performing some top-level stunt driving. Finally, after a particularly good one-eighty, the muse slid off sideways with an aggrieved screech.
'Wasn't that yer muse, quew? The one with tha weird Bruce Willis obsession?' Wyrdy asked.
'Yeah,' quew nodded morosely. 'She keeps saying he has nice vests.'
Suddenly the back doors of the Mini flew open and Tori and Nicole piled in, one on either side of the upside-down quew and the three of them became a strange tangle of arms and legs in the back of the small car.
'Go! Go! Go!' Nicole said as the muses were herded together by the motorcyclists. A few tried to break away from the rest but the motorcycling pair soon bought them back into line.
'Who are those guys?!' quew yelled over the noise of the Mini engine performing another feat of stunt driving.
'That's Kyanite and DeeJay!' Wyrdy called, watching as they expertly gathered up the muses and started escorting them back to their rightful owners.
Everyone sighed with relief as Gizzmo expertly handled the tiny car down Voyagers corridors, except quew who was still hanging upside-down, half-in, half-out of the small car through the sunroof in her red one piece pajamas.
'So what now we've dealt with the muses?' Nicole asked.
'We'd better check in and see how the fight against TPTB is going...'