0 comments/ 4628 views/ 1 favorites For Love of Her By: ARavenInTheNight Author's Note: This story is part real and part fiction. It is based on personal experiences but the outcome never actually happened. I hope you enjoy reading something that in effect was a source of personal torment. You'll understand once you get into it. ***** I awoke with a start. Another dream of her. They were getting more frequent again. I had thought I was done with this but no. Of course, how do you just give up on someone you loved? You don't. Or at least, I don't. Or can't. It doesn't matter. I had to find her. Almost three years in a...questionable relationship. It was no longer acceptable. Now it was time to atone for my mistake. Perhaps I should explain. I am 20 years old, living in Ottawa, capital of Canada. I graduated high school in 2013 and started in 2009. It was then that I met Marissa. How could anyone not fall under the spell of infatuation with her? Her hair was long and golden, eyes clear and blue as the sky. I had never seen such eyes. Her skin was light, not pale but still bright. I was instantly caught in Marissa's beauty and sought to pursue my feelings. Even if I had known what I was getting myself into, I would have done it still. Every day I was met with a new insult from Marissa. She was very good at it I must admit. This never served to discourage me. I was caught in her spell and needed to know where it would lead me. It made me wonder though. The first day I met her, Marissa was sweet and kind. Then she changed tactics and began hating me. Or so I thought. Was it really hate, or something else? I found out in the second semester. It was February now and one of my afternoon classes found me in the gym. To my surprise Marissa's French immersion class had her in my gym class. An opportunity for triumph...or for failure? As it was winter, we spent several days ice skating on the frozen Rideau Canal, a famous landmark of the city near our school. I could not skate however. Marissa was not much better. But she realized it gave us opportunity to be alone and she took it. There, on that frozen canal, she confessed that she did indeed have feelings for me. However, her friends had decided I was a prime target for ridicule and in her weakness she gave in. That was why she spent the days acting like she despised me. So it was that we spent a lot of our time together during gym class. Perhaps an odd way to spend time in a relationship but it was necessary. Marissa was not ready to distance herself from friends she knew for years. I respected her wishes. After winter things became more difficult. Our chances to see each other were few. I digress and shall skip ahead. Halloween 2011. This would be the last time I saw Marissa until over a year later. It was costume day at school. Strange for a Catholic high school but there it was. Marissa was dressed like a cat. Her tight pants accentuated her long legs. I found her at random really by the main entrance. She gave me a look that conveyed hurt but said nothing. It took me until June to find out what happened. Marissa had been battling depression before. In one such instance she was comforted by a guy she barely knew and he took advantage of her. They had sex and Marissa was pregnant. I saw Marissa again in January 2013. It was the last days of my cooperative education placement, conveniently next door to our school. She was in the grad lounge with her son. Her hair was brown now as were her eyes. Kaysan, her son had the golden hair and bright blue eyes of his mother. Marissa would not speak to me. I knew why: when we were in love I promised she would never be depressed again. But when she was I was unavailable to her. And so she was easily seduced. I left that day in a medley of emotions, skipping my afternoon classes. I cut myself with a knife once i was home. Bear with me a while longer. In March of that year I found Marissa on Facebook. We talked on occasion. I admitted I still loved her. She said that if it weren't for the fact she "loved" her son's father, or faked it to save them from his cruelty, we could be together. We met again at prom but Marissa...hid from me. It was painful but I understood. Surrounded by those same friends who never knew of us she had to keep the secret. But now I'm done. Done of having nightmares of Marissa being hurt. Done with wishing I could do something. Now I had to try. I showered and shaved then used a blow dryer by necessity for my long hair. Returning to my room I dressed in jeans and a leather vest. Part of my style thanks to being in a glam metal band. I left most of my hair untied except the middle, which I did tie back. Thus dressed I went on the Messenger app via my phone, asking to meet with someone who could help me find Marissa. While waiting for a reply I went to my roommate's room. "Dustin," I called, knocking on the door. He had been my closest friend for nearly eight years. We shared an apartment to share expenses. That and we were a tag team on a local wrestling promotion. "Yeah Johnny?" he asked, opening the door. "You'll know what I mean so I'll be blunt. I have to find her. I'm looking now," I said. "Marissa," he replied in understanding. "But are you sure?" "I cannot wait any longer. If I can't do it...then I really don't know." "Okay. I suppose it'll be better if you succeed. You've been getting distracted lately. I know it's because of her." I nodded. The ping from my phone indicating I received a reply on Messenger went off. I returned to my room and read the message. The meeting was at 8, about twenty minutes from now. I grabbed my car keys and went out the door. The sun was turning things gold as it ascended slowly to the high point it would reach at noon. Already it was fairly hot out. Summers in Canada could be brutal despite popular belief. I got into my car and drove to meet the person who can help me. I waited in the nearly deserted mall. Only two places were open at the moment. The mall itself served as a transit stop for many city bus routes. Soon a short, beautiful young woman came up to me. She had a great tan, long brown hair and rich brown eyes and large breasts. I knew her since middle school. Her name was Kathleen and was a close friend of Marissa's. "Kat," I said in greeting. "Hey Johnny. You wanted to know about Marissa?" Kat asked. "To the point. I can do that. Where can I find her?" "Well she works at Pathway Hyundai," Kat suggested. "That's in...Orlèans. I do not know my way around there so this will be fun," I replied. "Well I can go with you. I can get you there," Kat offered. "You would really do that?" I inquired. We had been no more than acquaintances throughout high school and had not got along in middle school. Admittedly her offer to come along was a surprise. "You asked me to help you. Leaving you to try and find Marissa when you don't know where you're going isn't very helpful," Kat observed. "Fair enough. We might as well get going now. It's an hour long drive at least," I said. We headed for the parking lot and to my car. I unlocked the doors and opened the passenger side for Kat. She smiled and got in. I walked around to the driver's side and got in as well. Putting the key in the ignition, I started my car and drove out of the parking lot. The drive wasn't exactly silent. Even in my serious state I could not handle the boredom of an hour long drive with nothing else to do but focus on the road. Kat and I talked about high school, how she kept in contact with a lot of people from our graduating class and I did not. She told me of what she was doing now and I informed her I had taken a leave of absence off work to find Marissa, except from my appearances wrestling. I told Kat that I honestly thought I was trying to do the right thing. "It is a questionable relationship, I agree. Omar seduced Marissa when she was vulnerable. But he does take care of them," Kat pointed out. "I know. To maintain outward appearances so no one suspects an abusive relationship. However I still love Marissa and can no longer tolerate this. I could bring myself to love Kaysan as well, for he cannot help his parentage," I explained. "Speaking of which, that reminds me of another question." "Yes?" Kat asked. "If both Marissa and Omar are working at the same time, who watches Kaysan? Aren't most daycares closed during the summer?" I wondered. "I guess a friend or relative watches them," Kat suggested, shrugging. Eventually we had made it to the part of the city known as Orlèans. Actually, Ottawa was a collection of cities all making up one overall, much like New York City. As I said earlier, I had no idea where I was going. I relied on Kat's directions and eventually found the Hyundai dealership Marissa worked at. I parked in the lot though my car was a Chevrolet. I did not think to be here long so there was likely no issue. I sat in my car a while longer. I was not hesitating, just thinking of what to say. My mind made up, Kat and I walked into the dealership. "Can I help you?" an employee asked. "I wondered if I might quickly speak to one of your sales representatives. Her name is Marissa Currie. I only need about five minutes of her time," I said. "I'm sorry. Marissa isn't in today. But if you need to get her a message, her boyfriend Omar is in. He's a mechanic. Shall I ask him over?" the employee inquired. "No. I'll just...call her. That would be better anyway," I answered quickly. If he found out I was looking for Marissa, I'd rather not cause any trouble. Not yet anyway. Back in my car I sighed in frustration. Then I calmed down. I knew this wouldn't be easy. Expecting to find Marissa at work definitely would've been too easy. With no need to remain here, I pulled out of the dealership's lot. It was time to figure out my next step. Fortunately Kat was still with me and willing to help. "What can I do now? Do you know where Marissa lives?" I asked her. "Somewhere in Greely. I've never been to her house," Kat answered. I sighed. Marissa's neighbourhood was clear on the other side of the city. But there was no point in going there. "Alright, I'll drop you off wherever you want and you can try calling her. Tell her I'm looking for her, Kat. Then you can get back to me," I decided. "If that's what you want." ***** Dustin and I were in the locker room. Our match had ended some time ago and we were tending to ourselves. I had been through two tables and let me tell you, that is rather painful. My ribs were taped up now and there were bandages from where the jagged edges of the wood cut me. Dustin, for the most part, had been beaten around with several steel chairs. The things we go throw to put on a good show. "I hate these no disqualification matches," Dustin muttered. "Really? Suddenly you hate being able to do whatever the hell you want in the ring?" I asked. "Well, love/hate I guess," he admitted. I checked my phone for any notifications. One missed call. Unlocking my screen, I checked to see who it was from. It was Kat. She had left a message on my voicemail. I called and listened to the message. Kat said that she got in touch with Marissa. That was the good news. The bad news was Marissa was not able to meet me somewhere...yet. She had to return to work, where of course she would be near her boyfriend. We left the place where our wrestling promotion held its shows. It wasn't an arena; they just commandeered the basement of the building where the owner had his office. The drive home was short but I had a plan made by the time we got back. I would lay low for a couple of days. It would be an agonizing wait but necessary. If Omar knew Kat called Marissa on my behalf he would be suspicious. By not acting it would hopefully seem like I lost interest or gave up. And with my ribs bruised...well it may be better to rest a bit. The next day I was up early as per usual. It was the 23rd of July, Kaysan's third birthday. I would not be able to find Marissa today even if I had been searching. But taking today and tomorrow off meant resuming my efforts Saturday. I had no idea if Marissa worked on Saturday. Finding her would be harder or easier depending on whether she worked. Still, I had to stay with it until I knew I could help her or not. Otherwise it would just be more torment and regrets. Dustin left for work at about 6:30. He had to be there for 8 and it was over an hour away. I myself had almost exactly two weeks until my leave of absence was over. After breakfast I decided to take care of some things around the apartment. Had to pass the time somehow. It took me longer than usual to clean the whole place but then I was purposely going slow. I could have done my normal pace but why antagonize the rib pain? Getting through the rest of today and tomorrow would be agonizing. Thursday and Friday went by slowly as I thought. It was time to get going again. I needed Kat's help once more. I called her, asking about whether Marissa worked weekends. "Not usually. Sometimes they call her in because someone else can't make it. But today she's free," Kat replied. "Could you get her to call me? I have a feeling it's now or never. Please. You know how much this means to me," I said. "Okay. I'll get her in touch with you as soon as I can." It was a long wait. I guessed Kat was having difficulty getting hold of Marissa. The brief time I had her on Facebook it was hours between messages sometimes. Of course Kaysan had been about 8 months old then. I supposed a three year old was just as hectic to deal with. Still, the wait certainly didn't exactly assure me everything was fine. At about 11am my phone finally rang. "Johnny?" Marissa asked. "Yes. It is good to hear your voice again," I replied. It was true. I had not heard the sweetness of her voice in over two years. "So what's this about? Kat said it was urgent." "Marissa, if you remember everything about us, the love we had but never got to fully experience, then you know that's why I needed to talk to you. I failed you once before and the resulting circumstances led to us being estranged. For two years I did nothing but suffer emotionally for what I ended up causing. No more. I want to take you away from this. We can be together finally but only if that is your wish. If not, I will walk away and never bother you again," I explained. There was crying on the other end of the phone. Her tears. I did not know the reason for them but I wished I was there right now to brush Marissa's tears away. "I never stopped loving you either. All this time I wanted to let you know everything was okay between us. But I never had the chance. Now I do. If we could be together then that is what I truly want," Marissa said through her tears. Tears of joy. "I can come get you right now. If you want me to," I offered. "Yes. Please. I've never wanted anything more than to be with you," Marissa answered. She gave me her address and I was there as fast as possible while obeying legal speed limits. We were packing her things as well as Kaysan's. My car's trunk was going to be quite crowded. But it was necessary. The rest of their stuff would have to wait until tomorrow. Omar would be working again and no matter what he did after discovering his "girlfriend" and son he wouldn't know where to look. And he couldn't hurt them anymore. "What about Kaysan's bed?" Marissa inquired. "It will have to wait. I'm sorry. Is there somewhere he can stay tonight?" I replied. "He can stay with my parents. They're in Rockcliffe if you remember," she said. "That's perfect. I don't live too far from them now so you won't have to worry," I informed her. Marissa smiled her relief. After getting everything into my car, we drove up to the neighbourhood of Rockcliffe. I waited in the car while Marissa dropped her son off with his grandparents. She left a bag so he'd have a change of clothes in the morning and explained she'd pick him up then. Marissa wouldn't tell them anything specific. Best to save that for later. She said her goodbyes and returned to my car. That evening we sat together on my bed. I held Marissa tightly, taking in everything about her. No longer was her hair golden; she had dyed it brown. It still looked good on her though. Her eyes were still the beautiful blue I knew so well. Marissa's breasts had always been small but they were firm and perky. More noticeable than they had been when I first met her. She nestled into my arms and I kissed her neck. "This is what I always wanted. To be safe in your arms," Marissa murmured. "I have waited as long as you. I can't believe it's finally happening for us," I replied. "Kiss me," she whispered, turning to face me. I kissed her slowly. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around my neck. It was our first kiss in all the time we knew each other. It stayed slow but soon enough it was filled with all the passion we had for one another. Shortly after that we were making out hotly, caught up in the love we never physically experienced. We fell to a laying down position, side by side facing each other. In the throes of our passion I was eventually in just my boxers and Marissa in her bra and panties. That was when she became hesitant and pulled away. I let her take her time. "I want to make love to you, Johnny. I've always wanted it. But...I'm not on the pill. And knowing you as well as I do, that you don't have sex regularly, I'm betting you don't have condoms," Marissa said. "If this is really what you want, then we can wait a while longer and I can get protection," I suggested. "Just...let me taste you. I'll decide after," Marissa decided. She unhooked her bra and pulled off her panties. Then she reached for my boxers but I stopped her. I looked over the beauty of my lover, her tight body, firm breasts, her long legs. Her tan was gorgeous. Eventually I pulled off my boxers, exposing my hard cock. Marissa crawled between my legs. She stroked my cock near the base as the licked its length. Wasting no time, she soon took it in her mouth. Her perfect pink lips felt so wonderful as she sucked hard. I held her head in my hands. Marissa kept stroking before taking more of my cock in her mouth. She started thrusting it inside her. I could tell she was skilled at this. My love continued, thrusting very hard as she managed to lick my cock at the same time. Eventually Marissa was deep throating my cock, sucking as hard as she could. I would not last much longer. I ejaculated, sending my semen down her throat. She swallowed it then laid down beside me. "Forget the protection. I'm willing to take the risk if you are," she whispered. "Are you certain?" I asked. "Yes. Make love to me now. Please." I kissed her deeply and she kissed back. I then licked along her breasts before kissing down her flat stomach. I sat up and slowly pushed my cock inside her, thrusting steadily. Marissa smiled and began to moan. It felt wonderful to finally express our love like this. Marissa's pussy was nice. It didn't seem like she had given birth to anyone. Though admittedly, I did not know what it was supposed to feel like. None of the few girls I had been with were mothers. Marissa moaned from my thrusts. I wanted to take my time. She deserved to be loved properly. I owed that to her since she was willing to do this with me. My pace remained slow but still steady as I filled her pussy with half of my cock. She pulled me down to kiss me. It was just as passionate as our others had been. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Marissa squealed eagerly and our tongues danced. After a while she broke our kiss. "Please Johnny, I need more. You've waited so long for this. So have I. Let me feel your full love for me," Marissa begged. There was no argument against that. Slowly I pushed the rest of my cock in. I knew that it wouldn't have hurt her to go in roughly. But I loved her. She was much more to me than anyone else and deserved a caring lover if that was supposed to me. I began thrusting harder and faster. Marissa screamed and moaned in pleasure as her breasts started to bounce. It was great to know I was the reason for her pleasure. For Love of Her Our bodies began to perspire heavily in the summer heat. I gave Marissa everything I had as I thrust as hard as possible. Marissa screamed out loudly. The walls of her pussy contracted around my cock. I felt her cum very hard. I ejaculated at the height of her orgasm, releasing a stream of semen. Afterward I fell to the bed next to her. We breathed heavily. Tomorrow we would get the rest of her things and Kaysan would move in with me as well. For now though, I finally had my true love back. For Love of Honor Note from the Author: I wrote this story and many years ago for a newsgroup. I'm not sure if it's still on file anywhere, but it's a good bit of fun writing. Originally, it was written on a dare from a friend who didn't think that I could make such an unlikely coupling occur under any circumstance. If you know the Trek Universe well, you will know what I mean. If you're looking for a quick, erotic read then you will be disappointed. However, if you're looking for a good, solid Trek story with a strong erotic element along the way, you're in for a fun ride. All characters are the property of Paramount Pictures/Television, but the story is mine and mine alone. I hope you enjoy the tale and, if you like it enough, please take a few brief seconds to vote. "Sisko to Commander Worf." Worf, Son of Mog, stopped cold in his tracks aboard the USS Defiant. He was enjoying his free time jogging around the decks and surveying the ship quickly for any potential flaws that might need some work. This call from Captain Sisko was both unexpected and untimely. But when duty calls, Worf is always ready. "Worf here, Captain." Captain Benjamin Sisko's deep voice resonated from the comm badge through the halls. "Mr. Worf, please come to my office at your earliest possible convenience. I have something to discuss with you." Worf glared. When Sisko called a subordinate to his office it was for one of two reasons: extra work or a reprimand. Since Worf felt that his performance had thus far been exemplary, he began to ready himself for more duty. "I'll be there shortly, sir. Worf out." And with that, he headed for his quarters to change. Showing up in the Captain's office in a sweaty jump suit would be the highest of errors for a Starfleet officer. A Klingon captain wouldn't think anything of it, but a Federation captain would see it as an insult to the uniform. And Worf would NEVER dishonor his uniform. A short time later Sisko put the PADD on his desk and looked up at his door. He could see Worf's hulking frame through the translucent glass. "Come in, Mr. Worf." The door slid aside easily and Worf walked into the office. Worf stood to attention. "You called for me, sir?" Sisko leaned back in his chair. Something deep within his psyche told him that what he was about to lay on Worf was not going to be met with much enthusiasm. "I have a rather... unique mission for you, Mr. Worf. Actually, Starfleet has it. You were named specifically." Commander Worf's chest jutted out proudly. "Me, sir?" "Have a seat, Worf," Sisko said. "You probably won't like what I have to tell you." Worf sat, puzzled. Why would he not like performing his duty to Starfleet? "Worf, you are being called by Starfleet to make a diplomatic run. The Defiant will be placed under your command. If you need backup crew in a, frankly, unexpected situation, I am having Chief O'Brien set up a few holographic projectors on the Bridge. They will supposedly recreate a normal bridge crew for you, should you need extra hands. I doubt you'll need them. This mission should be kept as secret as possible, so you will be the only flesh-and-blood crewman aboard." Worf's brow, as massive as it was, furrowed. "A SECRET diplomatic mission? Will I be briefed on the nature of this mission or will I simply be a means to an end?" Sisko sighed. "Not to be rude, but to be perfectly blunt, Worf, both. You are to leave as soon as the projectors are online and not a word of this is to be breathed to anyone on Deep Space Nine- not even our senior staff. Officially you will be going to visit your son because of his official illness. The truth of the matter is, Alexander is fine. In reality you will be headed to Haven to pick up a diplomatic official." Worf inwardly grimaced. He already saw it coming and Sisko could see the Klingon's discomfort. "No, sir," Worf pleaded. "Not her. Anything but her." Sisko simply nodded apologetically. "The dignitary you'll be ferrying is the A Daughter of the Fifth House " Worf began to shake his head as Benjamin continued. "Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Riix " Worf cut him off, "NO!!" "Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed." "I will NOT 'ferry' that infernal woman anywhere! Surely someone else can take this mission?" Worf began to sweat. Visibly. "I'm sorry, Worf," Sisko said, shaking his head, "but you were asked for by her. She feels more comfortable with you at the helm than anyone else. She trusts you." "But I don't feel comfortable with HER," Worf whined. Sisko was surprised at Worf's reaction. Never had he seen the Klingon show a modicum of fear or reluctance to take on a mission. What could she have done to him to make him feel so bad about her? "Come on, Worf. I've met her. She seems the paragon of kindness. I have never known her to be in any way abusive to anyone. A little arrogant and misguided sometimes, yes, but never abusive. Surely you can put your feelings aside and do this? After all, how bad can she actually be?" Worf looked away, ashamed. "She calls me 'Mr. Woof' all the time." He felt that a Klingon's name was a symbol of his honor and for someone to mispronounce a name was the most grievous of gaffes. Captain Sisko felt himself begin to laugh quietly. When he saw the look of shame in Worf's eyes, he thought better of it. The last thing he needed to do was make Worf angry. Of all the things he knew about this woman, not getting her way could be as colossal a mistake as mooring a ship into dock at warp speed. Not a good idea. "Worf, listen. Even I have been known to accidentally get a person's name wrong now and again. Don't think of it as an insult. It really isn't, I assure you. She honestly and truly asked for you. If she didn't like you, why would she ask you to be her chauffeur?" "Her 'chauffeur'?" Worf blurted. "I may as well be her slave while I'm at it! She asked for me so that she may further humiliate me. Of that I am certain." Worf's glare sharpened, "She probably knows about my history with Deanna and wants to hurt me." "Her hurting you, Mr. Worf, is not exactly a possibility I would even hope to entertain. She wouldn't stand a chance against you," Sisko said. He breathed deeply. Perhaps he was going about this wrong. "Worf, would you like to at least know WHY she needs an escort?" "If it pleases you to tell me," Worf replied curtly. "However, I should warn you that I will NOT take this mission." It was singular that Worf felt he might have a choice in the matter, but Sisko didn't disabuse him of the notion just yet. The Captain waved the comment aside. "There is a severe hostage situation in the Cardassian Demilitarized Zone involving the Klingons. The Cardassian government has asked Starfleet to send its most able diplomat to intervene and settle the problem. The Klingons have taken some very important people, artists I believe the Cardassians are officially calling them, as well as a rather useless planet along the Zone. Cardassia Prime has told Starfleet that the planet is an acceptable loss, but these 'artists' are vital to Cardassian history and their loss would be deeply felt. Starfleet considered the request and came up with her. And she chose you as her escort. For obvious reasons, of course." "What obvious reason would she have picked?" Worf retorted. "You tell me," Sisko replied. "After all, you're the toughest warrior I know and she seems to have gotten under your skin quite nicely. I dare say that you would do anything she asked just to get away from her." Worf considered the Captain's reply. It did make sense. The more that Worf thought it over the more devilish his grin became. To send this woman to negotiate with Klingons could be the sneakiest move the Federation ever made against the Klingon government since tribbles. The Klingons dishonorably took his name and property as well as drove his late brother to suicide. This single mission might offer him the opportunity to get back at them for once. All his life he'd had to kow tow to the Klingon government's decisions where his family was concerned. Maybe now he could collect on some much-deserved personal honor. True, having to deal with her would drive him crazy, but think of what she could do to those who were unprepared for her unique talents. "Very well, sir. I'll take the mission. After all, if things go sour, who better to deal with Klingons, than a Klingon?" Sisko smiled slightly. He knew very well that Worf's intentions were far from tactical in perspective. But since Sisko was never one to second-guess Worf, he accepted Worf's assent at face value. "My thoughts exactly," he said. "Here is a full rundown of the mission," Sisko handed Worf the PADD on his desk. "There shouldn't be anything left out, so if you have any questions, don't ask them because I won't have the answers. What you have is what Starfleet gave me. Look it over carefully and when Chief O'Brien is finished, I'll let you know. When I do, you should immediately get underway. Understood?" Worf glanced at the PADD and looked up at Captain Sisko. "I understand completely, sir." "Good," Benjamin replied. "Dismissed." Worf got up and left the office, passing Lieutenant Jadzia Dax. "Hello, Lieutenant." Dax took a doubletake at the Commander. "Worf," she replied cordially and confusedly. Worf left without another word and she faced Captain Sisko. "Captain?" Sisko looked up at her pleasantly, "Yes, Old Man?" "Did I just see that correctly?" she asked, pointing behind her. "Was that Worf... smiling?" "Yes, Dax," he said, grinning. "He's leaving on the Defiant to visit his son, Alexander. There's an illness in the family." Dax sat down. Now she was really confused, "And he's happy about it?" "Well," Sisko said, "It has been awhile since he's seen the boy." Dax was even more perplexed than ever. "I didn't realize that they were so close." "When he gets back maybe you can ask him about it." "I'll do that," Jadzia mused. "There seems to be more to him than I had previously thought. He must really love his son." "I'm sure you're aware of the fact that Klingons are notoriously mindful of their family ties," he said dismissively. "There isn't anything a Klingon wouldn't do for a fellow Klingon in dire need." He eyed Dax carefully as she mulled his response over. He decided that giving her any more time to think about it might give her an opportunity to ask more questions. "Now, Lieutenant, what is it you came to me for?" Worf sat in Quark's bar quietly reviewing the information on the PADD that Captain Sisko had given him. The Captain was right. Starfleet had offered plenty of data. Almost too much of it, in fact. He'd studied it for the last half-hour and felt that he was pretty familiar with everything. His prune juice was getting low and he was ready to be done with this mission as soon as possible. Almost as if on cue, his comm badge came to life, "Sisko to Worf." "Worf here, Captain." "O'Brien tells me that the Defiant is prepped and ready to disembark. The projectors are online and running just fine. He says that you can recreate anyone from the normal crew with 100% accuracy." Worf's eyebrows raised. He hadn't expected the procedure to be completed so quickly. "Acknowledged. Sir, is Chief O'Brien aware of what they'll be used for?" "No, Commander. As far as he knows you're going to Earth for a few days and you'll be testing the projectors for emergency situations. That's all he knows. So while you're out, you might as well give them a shakedown. Now, I suggest you get going, Mr. Worf. Time is of the essence." Worf stood, "Aye, Captain. Worf out." He walked to the bar and paid his bill without even looking at Quark. Quark made him nervous in a very strange way. The small Ferengi had a way of looking into a person's eyes and somehow knowing their thoughts. It was eerie how he could ferret information out of people with just a glance. The last thing Worf wanted was to even risk jeopardizing this mission. He left Quark's and made his way straight to the Defiant. Hours later Commander Worf sat on the darkened Bridge of the Defiant in the Captain's chair, looking at the main viewscreen gloomily. The ship was now in orbit of Beta Cassius, better known as Haven, and the face on the screen was one that he really preferred not to look at just then: the amicable visage of Lwaxana Troi. "But why shouldn't I bring my full luggage complement, Mr. Woof?" Troi asked plaintively. Worf sighed. He was close to losing his patience with this woman already. She had incorrectly addressed him 5 times so far and here it was only 2 minutes into the conversation. "Mrs. Troi, I understand that you like to travel prepared for anything. In fact, I find that quite commendable," Worf also found it quite painful, as well. Her luggage was notoriously massive and heavy. "But the truth of the matter is, I am the only one aboard this vessel at the moment and I cannot carry it to your quarters which are also very small. Please understand my situation. You will have to pack light." Troi was visibly upset. "But I did pack light!" Worf looked at the scenery behind her where the luggage lay. It was true, it did seem smaller than usual, but there were six smaller bags. Troi continued, "I didn't even ask Mr. Homm to join me this time, and you know how I am about having my man servant wherever I go." The Commander truly regretted that piece of news. He actually liked Mr. Homm. He was tall, imposing, and best of all, silent. But orders were orders. "That is all well and good, Mrs. Troi, but you knew very well that he wasn't going to be coming anyway. As for your luggage, I will give you a definite number: three. Hail me when you're ready. Defiant out." With that he cut the transmission and waited happily, reveling in the look on Lwaxana's face just before the screen went blank. She looked positively mortified. A few minutes later, he was hailed. "Okay, Mr. Woof, I have done as you asked, and am bringing only three bags. You can bring me up now." Worf smiled and replied, "Stand by for transport." He keyed in the transporter coordinates and energized. When he was sufficiently satisfied that Mrs. Troi was aboard the Defiant, he opened a comm channel to the transporter room. "I have sent your bags to your quarters, Mrs. Troi. If you like, you can examine them and then come to the Bridge or stay there until we arrive in the Demilitarized Zone. Worf out." He keyed in the autopilot for their destination, and instructed the computer to take them there at warp 6. At that speed the Defiant would arrive in about 18 hours. Even though they had a full day to get there, he figured that Mrs. Troi would be pleased to have some extra time on her hands to assess the situation and possibly begin negotiations early. Worf dearly hoped Mrs. Troi would stay in her quarters. Moments later, Lwaxana strode imperially onto the Bridge. "Permission to enter the Bridge," she said. Worf looked at her and inwardly whimpered. "Granted, Mrs. Troi. Since we're the only ones here, you don't have to stand on precedence, but please try not to disturb me." Lwaxana merely blinked. "Of course, Mr. Woof." The Commander grimaced. "I see we're already on our way," she said, making her way for one of the science stations. "Not one for wasting time, are you?" "No." Worf replied curtly. It was early in the day for the both of them and the thought of having to indulge in "idle chatter" pleased him about as much as having to take care of someone's tribble for a few days. "Mrs. Troi, I have much to do here. I do not have a full crew, so my job will be very hectic. I cannot engage in conversation as much as you would like." Troi remained silent, so Worf took that as compliance. After about an hour Troi silently left for her quarters and when the turbolift doors closed, he heaved a sigh of relief. Worf glanced at the chronometer. 1700 hours. In three hours he would turn on the holographic projectors and go to his quarters for sleep. If he had to face other Klingons and Cardassians in any capacity, he wanted to be well rested and ready for anything. The last thing he wanted was to fail due to lack of rest and leave the Cardassians with no other option than a hostage rescue. Even though he liked the Cardassians even less than the "new and improved" Klingon Empire, the Cardassians were the Federation's allies and to let them down would be to let Starfleet down. And letting Starfleet down for any reason simply was not an option for Worf. All he concentrated on was keeping the Defiant on course and making sure Ambassador Troi got to the Demilitarized Zone in one piece. Worf sat straight up. He'd been paged from the Bridge by the holographic simulation of Lt. Dax. "Report," Worf said. The response was sort of eerie to Worf. Even though he knew the real Dax was back on Deep Space Nine, the voice and reply were patently her. "We've picked up a rather strange message on subspace from a ship directly in our path. Our long-range sensors tell us that the ship is running on relatively full power, but it isn't going anywhere. It's a Federation ship, Commander. The name of the ship is the 'Fuji', a Sydney Class transport ship." There was a long pause. "And, Commander? We aren't reading any life signs." Worf looked at his chronometer. It read 0217 hours. Rest would have to wait. "Are there any other ships in the area that can investigate?" Dax's response was immediate, "No, Commander. The closest ship is the USS Chicago... it would take them 20 hours to get there. We would reach the ship in one hour at this speed." Worf gave the situation a moment's thought. It would be a simple matter of downloading the Fuji's recent mission logs to find out what happened, do a preliminary investigation, leave the information in a pod at the scene and let the Chicago take care of the rest. As much as he wanted to be early for the negotiations, he would have to settle for being right on time. Checking the Fuji out wouldn't take but a couple of hours. After all, it was his duty to investigate the deaths of the Fuji's crew. Even though it was a transport ship, they were Starfleet officers just like he was and deserved no less. "Hail the Chicago and tell them that we'll begin a preliminary investigation and leave the results in a pod, and that they should come to the scene and finish the investigation. I will be on the Bridge shortly." Worf felt that so far he was acting as an able ship's captain. For the first time in a long time he could understand how Captain Picard felt back on the Enterprise. "Aye, sir," Dax's holographic double answered. "Bridge out." Worf got into his uniform and headed for the Bridge. When Commander Worf walked onto the Bridge he was comforted to see the representations of Dax, Major Kira, and Chief O'Brien. "I want to hear that message coming from the Fuji," he said as he made his way to the Captain's seat. The computer worked for a few seconds and then the audio speakers kicked on and a man's voice filled the room. "Oh, come ON, Terry, put that thing down!" the man said jovially. "No, really. I mean it. I have to do this, okay? OKAY? Good. Hehehe... all right. Hey! Is this thing on? Oh.... yeah. Right. This is, um... Captain Lincoln Austin of the... what ship is this? Wait! I know... the Fuji! That's it! The Fuji," Worf's face contorted into sheer confusion. "We're, like, in some serious shit here, whoever can hear this. Sex, drugs... and something my First Officer here likes to call Rock and Roll. There's this HELACIOUS party goin' on here, and everyone's invited!! Come one, come all! Right here on the Fuji!! Terry!! I said, PUT THAT DOWN!! THANK YOU! Okay, now, where was I? Oh, yeah.. if any 'Fleeters get this, come on over and we'll jam or something. This thing is gonna repeat, 'cause I don't wanna miss out on all the fun sending this out, so see ya when we see ya! Austin, um.... out." And the message ended just as oddly as it began with phaser fire at different tones. Worf thought he recognized the tones to be the music from an ancient Earth symphony called "Fir Elise". For Love of Honor Commander Worf tried hard to make sense of the message and came up with nothing. "What WAS that?" "O'Brien" turned around and said, "Sounds like a party and a half to me." Worf simply glared at him. He turned back around to his station and went back to his work. Perhaps these holographic representations were a little too true to character. "Dax" stepped forward. "From what I heard, it sounds like the Fuji was infected with a strain of the Psi 2000 virus." Worf immediately understood. He had served aboard the Enterprise D when it, too, was infected with the virus. The memories he had of that experience were salacious at best, embarrassing at worst. He had acted MOST unKlingon-like. The one thing that did stick out in his mind the most, however, was the way he and his fellow crewmates had become infected. The Enterprise had received a similar message from a ship in the same condition as the Fuji. The name of the ship was the USS Tsiolokovsky. And its fate was not a pleasant one. Luckily Doctor Crusher was able to concoct an antidote. The Tsiolokovsky wasn't so lucky. "This is not good," Worf said. "The Psi 200 virus is very potent. I will have to transport over to the Fuji in an environmental suit." Worf frowned. "I hate environmental suits." Dax smiled. "Well, if I could do it for you, Commander, I would, but..." Worf looked at Dax incredulously. "I am not that deterred from boarding the ship, Lieutenant. I have decided to do this and I will. I just don't like working in those suits. They are uncomfortable to work in." "No more uncomfortable than that ghastly Klingon battle armor," Lwaxana's voice said behind him. She walked up behind Worf and put a hand on the headrest of his chair. "I sensed your distress a few minutes ago so I figured I should see if everything was okay," she said before Worf could ask what she was doing awake so early. The Ambassador looked around the Bridge. "I thought you said you were the only one aboard. And why can't I sense them?" Worf rolled his eyes. "They are holographic reproductions of the normal crew. The real Chief O'Brien installed holographic projectors on the Defiant before I left Deep Space Nine as a precautionary measure. I would not be able to handle the Defiant by myself if we were attacked. I have decided that using the projectors to take care of the ship while I was resting would be permissible." "Oh," Troi said simply. Worf noticed how at that moment she sounded so much like her daughter. "Oh." would have been exactly the same thing Deanna would have said. "Well, what's going on?" "A ship is in our path with all hands lost. We are going to perform a preliminary investigation and leave the results in a pod for the USS Chicago to take up where we left off. Then we will continue on our mission. I am sorry to inform you that we will not arrive in the Demilitarized Zone early as I had previously indicated." Before she could say anything, Worf went on. "We will, however, arrive on time." Ambassador Troi sat down next to "Major Kira". "I suppose that will have to do. Is it okay if I stay here and watch?" Worf nodded, "Yes. Just stay out of the way. Lieutenant Dax, I would like a blueprint of the Fuji. I want to go through the entire ship to make sure that everything is safe. Even though everyone there is dead, I heard phaser fire in that message, and from a security point of view, that could mean a wide variety of things." "Aye, sir," Dax replied. "I'll have them for you in just a moment." In the blackness of space a single starship floated adrift, devoid of any life. Its name was the USS Fuji and it would know no more glory. Even if it was only a transport vessel, to commit to the duties Starfleet sets before a vessel is a glory in and of itself. It would soon be decommissioned and sterilized before Starfleet Headquarters even began to decide if she was space-worthy or not. She now seemed destined for an abandoned shipyard. The running lights on her bow had ceased their normal blinking pattern and were proudly flashing "Eat at Joe's" in some sections. Her usual streamlined, professional look that Starfleet demanded of all its ships was gone, in deep contrast to the other Starfleet vessel fast approaching her. The other ship was the USS Defiant. And her next few hours would seal the Fuji's fate. Commander Worf was in command of the situation, and he would see to it that his investigation wouldn't be, in any way, incomplete. Worf looked at the Fuji with severe distaste. It pained him to see a vessel of any kind so dishonored. He understood that the crew aboard wasn't in their right minds at the time, but it didn't change his feelings any. He mourned both the ship and her crew. But the time was at hand to get to business and find out exactly what had happened to the Fuji and determine whether or not they'd been plagued with the Psi 2000 virus. Worf sat straight up in the captain's chair. "Helm, take us in 70 kilometers from the Fuji at 900 KPH." "Aye, sir," Dax replied. A few moments later, "All stop, Commander." "Very well," Worf said. "You have the Bridge, Lieutenant. If the Defiant is attacked or hailed let me know immediately. I am going to beam over there now." He got up and made his way for the turbolift. Lwaxana turned to him and said, "What should I do?" Worf regarded his ward for a moment. "You," he said, "should wait here." The Ambassador crossed her arms and looked at the screen, sulking as Worf left the Bridge. "Figures." Worf suited up in the Transporter room and set the transporter to send him the Fuji's Main Engineering. The manifest told him that there would be 30 crew on board and a relatively small amount of cargo- none of it threatening in any way. He would be alone over there. He stood on the transporter pad and instructed the computer to energize. Suit and all, Worf disappeared in a mass of disembodied molecules and was sent to the Fuji. Five seconds later he rematerialized next to the Fuji's main reactor core. It hummed rhythmically. He addressed the Fuji's computer, "Computer, this is Commander Worf. I am assuming command of this vessel under Starfleet order 104, section A. All crew and command staff are deceased. Please turn over all command functions to me." The ship's computer complied immediately. "Please state verification code." "Worf: Beta, Sigma, Sigma 9." "The USS Fuji is now under the command of Commander Worf," the computer stated. Worf began to walk around Engineering and was only mildly surprised to find that no one was present. He didn't see a single corpse on the entire deck, in fact. The tricorder he held in his hand quickly verified that, yes, this ship's crew had been infected with the Psi 2000 virus. Particles of the virus were found on nearly every common console throughout the ship. Worf pondered that fact coldly. The Psi 2000 virus was thought to be completely eradicated by now. Its reappearance was alarming indeed. As he went one deck higher, he found much of the same. "Computer, where were the last known whereabouts of the majority of the Fuji's crew?" "The main cargo hold." Worf thought about it a moment and realized that if he were inclined to have a party, which he wasn't- ever-, then it would be held in a place where the most people could gather at once. The main cargo hold was the largest open space on the Fuji. In a way that made him feel uneasy, he could understand that. From what the schematics Dax had given him, the main cargo hold was only 2 decks above him. Since the Fuji was only 9 decks deep, he felt that his search would be rather short. The silence aboard the Fuji was giving him an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Since his personal quarters were aboard the Defiant, Worf had long since gotten used to and even enjoyed silence on a starship. But on a ship that was supposed to be bustling with activity, the silence only reminded him all the more that he was quite seriously alone. A few moments later he stood in front of the cargo bay doors and breathed deeply to steady his emotions. He had seen many gruesome things in his life, but they were mostly due to battle. Because of the circumstances under which he had seen those horrors, he was able to rationalize and even easily accept them. But to see so many people dead at the hands of something like the Psi 2000 virus made him nervous. In his heart he didn't want to see what lay behind the huge doors in front of him. Duty, however, drove him onward. He stepped forward and the bay doors opened for him, the sound of their hydraulics echoing in the hall. The sight before him was hideous. There was blood everywhere. Many of the crew, male and female alike, and mostly human, were completely or nearly nude. Some seemed to have died while mating, whereas others had obviously died from some very serious wounds. There was a Vulcan on the far side of the hold, leaning against the wall with a smile on his face- and more than half of his brain exposed. Only one of his ears was intact. The other ear had probably been obliterated by whatever had decimated his skull. When he looked to his left Worf almost vomited. An adolescent child, not much older than his own son, Alexander, was lying in a heap on the floor, a charred mass of flesh. "GODS!" Worf exclaimed. He knelt next to the dead, young girl. Of all the carnage he had seen, this hit him the hardest. And he silently wished for the first time in a long time that he could cry like other humanoids. But, alas, Klingons have no tear ducts. Instead he simply shouted out and let loose the Klingon Death Howl. The child deserved much more than to die like this. When he finished his Klingon ritual, he bent over the corpse in remorse. Suddenly he heard a scream that pierced his ears. He spun around, alarmed and ready for combat. Dax had assured him that everyone on board was dead, and now he was both frightened and angry to be surprised in such a manner. When his eyes were fixed on the person behind, him his stomach sank. There stood Lwaxana Troi, crying and shaking her head- without an environment suit. "Ambassador!" Worf shouted. "What are you doing here? Don't you know that the virus could infect you? You must leave here immediately!" Before she could respond the Commander stood up, "Worf to Defiant. Transport Mrs. Troi to her quarters now!" In a second she was gone. Worf pulled out his tricorder and found that, indeed, everyone who was on this ship was dead and in the cargo hold. All he had to do now was get to the Bridge, download the mission logs and get back to his own ship. He only prayed that Mrs. Troi had not been aboard long enough to be infected. When Worf got to the Bridge he was surprised to discover that it was smaller than he had expected. With his tall and hulking frame he found it to be almost cramped. He recalled from his tour aboard the Enterprise that Geordi LaForge and Captain Montgomery Scott had used an antiquated ship of the same design called the "Jenolen" to help the Enterprise escape from the Dyson Sphere. They had used it as a wedge to keep the Sphere's huge bay doors open so that the Enterprise could slip out just before they crushed the Jenolen. These Sydney class starships were tough, he conceded. But they were also tight quarters. In fact, he had been a part of the landing party that had discovered Captain Scott in the Jenolen and for some reason it hadn't seemed so claustrophobic then. Worf felt that the distinct differences in the deaths of each crew had plagued his mind and that being on an ill-fated Sydney class starship for the second time was affecting his psyche. All hands had been lost on both ships. Life was life, that was true, but death carried a much different weight when it was meted out in such diverse ways. The Bridge layout was as it should be, with the helm on the left side and the Ops station on the right. He figured that the best place to start his search for the mission logs was at the Ops station. In a few moments the Klingon had found the files he sought and began the downloading process. While he waited for the file transfer to finish he went to the communications station and turned off the absurd outgoing message with certain finality, like cutting the transmission put the whole situation in perspective. The dead can rest and no one would disturb them further. The computer alerted him that the transfer was complete and Worf quickly got the isolinear chip the information was stored on. He looked at it pensively. On that chip were the answers to his every question about what had happened to the Fuji. Within 30 minutes Dax's holographic double would process it through the Defiant's computers and this short mission would come close to an end. "Worf to Defiant. One to transport." In a literal flash he was gone from the Fuji. Commander Worf stood in front of Lwaxana Troi's door, not knowing what to expect. He had already given the chip to Dax and even as he stood there in the hallway, it was giving up the past few days of the Fuji's activities and whereabouts. In less than half an hour he would worry about the Fuji, now, however, he was quite concerned with Ambassador Troi. He pressed the door chime and Troi's muffled voice bade him to enter. She sat on her bunk, crying. "Why did they all have to die like that? No one should ever go so horribly," she sobbed. Worf didn't know what to do. He couldn't decide if he should console her or if he should remain stoic as usual. As much as she got on his nerves, she was the mother of one of his closest friends. That, by proxy, made her a friend- for better or for worse. He opted to sit beside her. "It was a most unpleasant demise, I agree. I have seen many beings die in many different ways and I feel that this was one of the most disgraceful." Troi wiped her eyes and looked at Worf with unhidden surprise. "You do?" Worf nodded. His feelings and thoughts were his own and privy to no one else's scrutiny. He didn't like sharing his feelings with anyone, even if they were Betazoids, but he relented. "I am Klingon," Worf stated simply. "I inherently believe that death should come with honor and glory." "No you don't," Troi said plainly. "At least, not entirely. You believe that a warrior should die honorably, but others not like yourself. You feel they should die with dignity, not glory. Like Deanna should." Worf straightened. "Your daughter, Mrs. Troi, is a most valiant woman. She may not bring herself to kill another, but she IS a warrior. She will die with all three." Lwaxana was flabbergasted. "That's the nicest thing I've ever heard you say, Mr. Woof," she said smiling. When he had heard that Lwaxana had yet again addressed him incorrectly, he remembered his latent contempt for the woman. "Ambassador, what were you doing on the Fuji without an encounter suit?" Troi bowed her head shamefully. "It was kinda stupid, wasn't it?" Worf remained silent, waiting for her answer. "I was on the Bridge when you beamed over, as you know, and since you are the only one alive out here aside from me, I couldn't help but focus on you. When you walked into the cargo bay, I sensed nothing but your horror and I thought something was wrong. So I went straight to the transporter and beamed over myself to check up on you. I thought that since I had already gotten a sense of what to expect, I would be okay... but when I got there and I saw you kneeling over that poor girl." Her eyes began to well up again. "It was so terrible. So WRONG. I'm sorry I didn't follow your orders and stay on the Defiant. But I thought I could handle it. I thought... I could fix it somehow." Suddenly she began to cry in earnest and leaned on Worf's shoulder. "I'm so sorry! Oh, Gods, I'm so very sorry!" she wailed. Worf tentatively placed an arm around Lwaxana. "I understand, Ambassador. I told you to stay here for a reason and it appears I should have told you what that reason was." Troi shook her head. "No, you don't understand. I wouldn't have listened to you, anyway. But I promise, Mr. Woof, I won't ignore your orders ever again. I'll be a good girl and obey." Worf stiffened. He suddenly realized that he hadn't scanned Lwaxana to see if she had been infected on the ship and it occurred to him that if she had been, she may very well have infected him just then! "Ambassador! Come with me to Sickbay. Now! You have not yet been checked for the virus and you've been all over the ship!" Troi gasped. "You think-?" As Worf and Lwaxana Troi burst through the Sickbay's doors, the Commander shouted, "Computer, activate the Sickbay's holographic projector!" Within seconds a holographic representation of Doctor Julian Bashir appeared before their eyes. "What seems to be the problem, Commander?" "Bashir" asked in his slight British accent. Worf led the Ambassador to a bio-bed. "I believe that Mrs. Troi might have been infected with a new strain of the Psi 2000 virus. You must inspect her and tell me if my suspicions are correct." Julian's reaction was one that might have been expected if Worf had told him that he was expecting to give birth to triplets at any moment. "What?!? Good God! How did that happen? No. Wait. I don't want to know. Hold on a minute," he said as he grabbed a nearby medical tricorder. As he passed it up and down the Ambassador's body his face grew pale. "She's infected, all right. And it's spreading at an alarming rate." He turned to Worf and pointed the tricorder at him and looked up to Worf. "I have some more bad news, Commander." Worf felt his face fall to a frown. "Can you find an antidote before we arrive in the Demilitarized Zone?" "I believe so," Bashir said. "But it will take me a while to pin down the virus and make an antigen that will nullify it." The Doctor took a hypo from his medical tray and applied it to Worf's arm. "I would highly recommend that you each go to your quarters and wait until I call for you." He filled a vial with Worf's blood and then did the same to Lwaxana. As he did so, she giggled quietly. "It looks like the virus may be taking effect already." She squirmed where she sat. "Thank goodness I'm a hologram," Julian muttered under his breath. "Commander, I'm hereby ordering you to your quarters effective immediately. While you're still in your right mind I suggest you give whatever orders you can to the Bridge and then prepare yourself for quarantine." "Agreed," Worf said. Then he looked at the Ambassador. "Mrs. Troi, I will escort you to your quarters. There you will stay until the doctor is ready for us. Understood?" Troi playfully slapped him on his chest. "I just love it when you tell people what to do," she said drunkenly. Worf frowned even more. "I will take that as a yes. Let's go." "If you insist," Lwaxana said demurely. While on the turbolift to the crew's quarters deck Worf contacted the Bridge, "Dax, do you have any new information for me about the Fuji yet?" "Yes, Commander," Dax replied. "The Fuji had experienced a seemingly bad run of luck. They went through the Psi 2000 system and flew directly into the debris cloud that used to be the Psi 2000 planet because the navigational systems had finally given out. When they had passed through, unfortunately, some particles containing the virus had bonded to the ship's hull. A few light-years away the Fuji stopped to make some necessary repairs and they had to retune the entire navigational grid. The EVA suits used by the repair crew came into contact with the virus and when they went back into the ship, the virus became airborne. It would appear," Dax continued as the turbolift stopped and the doors opened. Worf stepped out and listened impatiently. "That there are more than just two strains of the virus and that it shifts according to each person. For some reason it seemed to have a much faster effect on the Fuji's crew than any other and the results were rather odd. The people that were infected showed one of two symptoms: violence or aphrodesia. The ones prone to violent behavior were far less in number, though. The really unique thing about this particular strain is that the victims who were prone to aphrodesia had copulated until they expired." There was a short pause. "That's all I could find, Commander." For Love of Honor Lwaxana giggled. "You mean they literally fucked themselves to death?" She seemed to mull the concept over in her mind and began to eye Worf carefully. "Fascinating." Worf, for the most part, could feel the virus starting to kick in. He knew full well that under normal conditions neither would he find Mrs. Troi's innuendo appealing nor would she offer such brash comments in so colorful a language. However, these were not "normal conditions". These were rather extraordinary conditions, to be sure. "Thank you, Dax. Mrs. Troi and I will be rather busy for the next few hours. Doctor Bashir's double has informed us that we, too, are suffering from the effects of the virus. We will be locked in our quarters until he has come up with an antidote. As soon as he has it, please beam us to Sickbay so that he may administer it to us. In the meantime, I don't want our mission to be delayed if at all possible. Place your findings in a pod as previously ordered and leave it for the Chicago. Then continue our journey to the Demilitarized Zone at warp 5. By then everything should be back to normal. Worf out." By that time he and Lwaxana were standing in front of Mrs. Troi's quarters. He looked down at her and smiled while she looked up at him and did much the same thing. Both of them felt giddy and knew what was going to come next. The door opened and Troi backed into her quarters, giggling uncontrollably and playfully rubbing Worf's tunic. All of a sudden she grabbed the Commander by the front of his shirt and with a quite unexpected strength, yanked him inside. Worf began to growl deeply in his throat and Troi stopped and looked at him incredulously, her arms crossed. "Now, Mr. Woof, you don't have to do that Klingon mating stuff with me. I'll agree to a few bumps and bruises, but if you throw a single thing around in this tiny room, I will kick you flat out on your ass. And don't think I can't do it! A Daughter of the Fifth House is more formidable than you might think." Worf blinked for a moment, absorbing the words carefully. After a moment, he nodded his head and went in for the kill, so to speak. Troi's elegant dress dropped to the floor in shreds within seconds and all the time she laughed gleefully as she was stripped of all clothing. When her clothes were sufficiently destroyed, she tugged on his trousers, sat on the bed and muttered, "I simply HAVE to know what I'm dealing with here first." When she saw Worf's immense member she simply gasped and put her hand to her mouth. The Klingon penis was already at full tumescence, extended to twelve inches in length and easily as thick as a small tree limb. She stared at it dumbly for a moment, taking the sight in as she watched it throb menacingly in front of her. "Oh my. You want to put that monstrosity WHERE?" she said. "Here!" the Commander growled. The next thing she knew, Lwaxana was pushed backwards and her feminine folds were filled with two Klingon fingers. The air rushed out of her heaving chest, making her large breasts jiggle as her body tried to accommodate the large probing digits. "Wow!" she cried. "Ooooo... that's feels GREAT!!" Worf's uniform top flew over his head quickly and she eyed his massively muscular chest. "I just love a man with a hairy chest," she cooed as she bent over Worf's working hand. She jumped a little when one of the fingers of his other hand crawled its way into her "other" crevice. "Never had that before," Lwaxana cooed. Worf's animal instincts came alive as he became more and more aware of Troi's pheromones. And his instincts weren't the only things to come alive. His manhood bumped into the Ambassador's bountiful bosom, just tapping an engorged nipple as if to say hello. Lwaxana felt the friction immediately and lowered her head so that she could take the dark flesh into her mouth. As soon as her lips were firmly in place around the engorged crown, she applied such exquisite suction that Worf groaned. "Mmmm-hmmm," she replied. When she hummed, Worf's hips jerked. He definitely liked that. Troi licked and sucked the man flesh like there was no tomorrow, as if it were the last time she'd ever have sex. She took it as far down her throat as she could with an almost voracious appetite and, even so, there still remained a good half of Worf's cock unswallowed. Suddenly Troi felt Worf's slick and wet fingers on her shoulders, pushing her back on the bed. As she lay down, Worf's penis slipped out of her mouth and she said, "I'll give you one thing, Mr. Woof. You sure know what you want." By that time Worf's head was directly in line with her fleshy pubic mound and his cock was bearing down on her from above as he swung his legs on either side of her head. "Shut up and suck me, woman!" he commanded. She happily complied as Worf dove between her legs. He bared his teeth, preparing to give head as he would to a Klingon woman and, as his tongue darted out and touched her, he remembered that Mrs. Troi was far from Klingon. Much to his dismay he would have to be gentle. Instead of biting down hard as he normally would, he carefully nibbled the hood above her clitoris and his tongue slipped beneath it, prying the clit out into the open. Troi moaned sulkily. He continued to gently gnash her mound, hitting the clit more and more often until she was thrashing about, screaming passionately between sucking his massive spear, "Gods! Gods! Gods! MORE!!!!" He did all this while slowly but powerfully thrusting his thick cock into her mouth, enjoying her own tongue on his glans pubis and touching its swollen head. The sixty-nine position became boring after a few moments and Worf began to wonder what those massive breasts actually tasted like. He would never admit it to any other living being, but he'd always wondered that. He pulled his throbbing member away from her mouth and turned around, roughly cupping her ass cheeks. He started to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs and when he was back at her juice-slicked womanhood again, he suckled it forcefully for a moment and lapped up the copious amounts of girl-cum from her drooling slit. When he was sufficiently satisfied that Lwaxana had thrashed about enough from cunnilingus, Worf moved his mouth higher to her bellybutton. There he growled into her stomach and went even higher, up to the undersides of her breasts. Worf licked under the each fold of flesh for what seemed like years until he was suddenly upon her areolae, biting and chewing the nipples until they seemed as taut as his own raging member, which relentlessly tapped at Lwaxana's yearning mound with his every move, teasing her mercilessly with its brusque and heated touches. Troi breathed heavily, moaning and cooing, "Yeeeeesssss." His fingers again slipped into her swollen pussy and played with the also swollen clit, which had been literally bathed in Worf's pre-cum. After a few minutes of having her breasts mauled by this horny Klingon, Lwaxana quickly grabbed Worf by the sides of his leathery tough skull and pulled his face close to hers. "Now, Woof, I want you to... Fuck. Me. Silly," she said thickly. Worf's face twisted into what only had to be a grin and threw his head back and howled. In a flash Worf pulled back on his haunches, literally flipped Lwaxana onto her belly, raised her ass high in the air and without even aiming, thrust himself into her. Hard. Troi cried out happily "OH, YES!!" as Worf ravaged her quim from behind, pushing into her like a piston. Each thrust felt like a ton of bricks while his penis rammed into her and filled her completely inside, pushing inside so deep that even her cervix was invaded by its angry tip. She put one of her hands on the bulkhead to brace herself, her hair flying about madly each time Worf pounded her flesh, and grunted throatily. Worf felt the rhythm coming to a fever pitch and pounded harder and harder as Troi screamed wildly with pleasure until, suddenly, he stopped. Lwaxana looked back at him quizzically, Worf still filling her up to maximum capacity. She was about to ask him why he had quit when, all of a sudden, he yelled out loud and she felt something she had never felt before in her life. Worf's cock began to actually vibrate and the next thing she knew, she felt what seemed like a fire hose explode in her. The gush of come that came from her lover filled her entirely and began to seep out past Lwaxana's stretched labia onto the bed. And Worf was still yelling- and coming. Her pussy throbbed as it was filled past its limit and felt the sensation of Worf's thick, hot come flow past her clit. She tried to speak but all that came out of her mouth was, "Guh-guh-guh- GAAAAIEEEEEEYES!!!!" The force of his explosion had its toll on Worf, however, and he passed out from exhaustion, falling backwards. Troi looked at him for a second, trying hard to decide what to do next. As he began to breathe regularly, his member slipped out of her with a plop. Lwaxana giggled a little, as she patted her tummy while Worf's come still oozed thickly from her quim like it was a flowing river of white syrup. When she applied some gentle pressure to her swollen and distended midsection, even more of Worf's seed gushed out from her well-fucked pussy and into her palm. "Gods," she thought to herself, "there just so damn much of it!". As she lay on her stomach, her hand underneath her, she noticed that her breasts were still quite sensitive. Now, more than ever, she wanted to get fucked. The Ambassador moaned and looked at Worf again. He began to stir, shaking his head. She rolled over and placed her legs around him so that she could face him when he fully came around. As he regained consciousness, Worf lifted his head only to see Lwaxana Troi's seething cunt staring at him expectantly, and he smiled. Within seconds his cock was again erect and ready for action. "I was wondering when you'd rejoin me," Troi said devilishly. Her hands went to her abdomen and, as she pushed a little more forcefully on her tummy, even more of Worf's thick discharge poured out. With some effort she managed to regain enough internal muscle control to force as much out as she could. By the time she was done, there was a sizeable puddle of the white stuff on the bedsheet between them. Worf regarded the puddle for a moment, sat up and said, "Mrs. Troi, you are a better mate than I had given you credit for." With that he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, kissing her breasts again. His member slid a little more easily into her once again, although it was still tight for a member such as his and it made a delicious squishing sound as it moved past his already spent essence. His own hips began to pump into her in a jack-rabbit fashion and Lwaxana's ample tits swayed up and down. The hours went on and on, each one in which Worf powerfully plowed into the Betazoid woman. The smell in the room was one of sex and sweat and, by the third hour, Worf's stamina had finally begun to fade. Troi, as spent as she was, continued to keep up with the Klingon until she, herself, passed out. The next thing the both of them knew, they were looking up at the Sickbay's ceiling, each breathing laboriously. Doctor Bashir walked next to Worf's bed and bent over him, shaking his head. "I thought I had made it clear that you two were to stay in SEPARATE rooms while I worked on the antigen." Worf simply grinned. "Frankly, Doctor, I couldn't care less. I had the time of my life." "Well," Julian replied. "In a few moments you may feel differently about that." Without any warning, he administered the antigen to Commander Worf. "Now, that will take a few minutes to take effect. And don't try to struggle. I have a forcefield around you at the moment, so you can't get up until I'm sure you're okay," he said smiling pleasantly. He turned around to Ambassador Troi's bio-bed and put the hypospray against her arm, too. "I don't envy you two. And I shudder to think of what will come out in Worf's report." He pressed the button on the hypo and left them alone to let the drug do its work. Troi looked groggily at Worf and said, "Well... it WAS fun, wasn't it?" Worf began to feel his inhibitions come slowly back to him, but he looked at her anyway and answered. "Yes, Ambassador. It was." Then they both dropped their heads back into their pillows and fell asleep, drained of their energy and drive. Both were still completely naked, Worf's cock still glistening with Troi's juices and the Ambassador's sex still gushing with Worf's seed. Twenty minutes later Doctor Bashir walked back into the room and administered a second hypospray to the both of them. "Rise and shine," he said. This second hypo was filled with a mixture of nutrients that they had lost during their "adventure". It was supposed to replace their electrolyte levels and bring them back to consciousness. The drug worked quickly. Both Lwaxana Troi and Worf regarded each other's nude bodies and said simultaneously, "It never happened." Worf sat in Captain Sisko's office and waited for the captain's opinion of his report. Sisko looked up glumly. "Well, I must say that it's very unfortunate that the Cardassian government lost its 'artists' before the negotiations even took place. It seems that the whole mission was a bust, since there was nothing really left for Mrs. Troi to negotiate for. It's just as well. Those 'artists' were really Cardassian military scientists." Worf nodded. "Yes. Mrs. Troi was rather distraught to have missed a party she was hoping to attend on her home planet." Sisko raised an eyebrow. "It also seems that the Chicago has taken care of the remains of the Fuji's crew. They sent a subspace message thanking you in advance for your help in the investigation. They also wanted me to ask you if you knew anything about a Betazoid crying in the cargo hold. They found some tears on the deck floor and couldn't figure out where they had come from since no one on the Fuji was Betazoid." Worf stiffened. "Mrs. Troi was with me in the transporter room before I left the Defiant and she was crying for the deceased." Worf hoped the lie would suffice. He didn't like lying to his commanding officer, but he was loathe to let anyone ever know about what had truly transpired on that mission between himself and Ambassador Troi. "You know how emotional Betazoid women can be. I guess the transporter sent some of the tears that had gotten on the suit with me. They probably fell off when I was in the cargo bay." Captain Sisko only grunted. "I guess so," he said neutrally. "At any rate, things turned out okay for the most part. How did the holographic projectors work out? We noticed that there were some anomalies in their programming when you got back. It seemed almost as if some memory had been wiped or altered." Worf felt his body temperature rise a little. He had been as thorough as he knew how to erase any trace of his episode with the Ambassador, but he was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a computer expert. "I noticed no problems with them during the mission. However, they ARE based on artificial intelligence programs. Perhaps they adapted some of the software on their own. I must say, however, that I enjoy working with a holographic crew. It was... peaceful." "Really?" Ben replied, raising both eyebrows. He quickly decided not to ask Worf why, so he changed the subject. "I hope the time you spent alone with Ambassador Troi helped you to reconcile your discomfort around her. Did you have a good time?" Ben felt he knew the answer that was coming, but kept his mouth shut. Worf was a hard person to change, so the Captain didn't expect him to. Worf's face contorted into an expression that Sisko couldn't discern and said, "We had our moments, sir."