From: LLDL81B@prodigy.com (Lori Grenci) Newsgroups: alt.tv.quantum-leap.creative Subject: LEAP NCC-1701D (4/4) QL/ST **ADULT** Date: 22 Jul 1995 06:13:39 GMT Message-Id: <3uq4uj$2daq@usenetp1.news.prodigy.com> LEAP NCC-1701D Part 4 ******************* "Well, hello there, ADMIRAL." Sam hadn't seen Al since the escapade with Deanna's mother, and he was not about to let him off the hook without some teasing. "How was your PICNIC with Lwaxana?" Al cocked his head to one side and gave a look upward to the ceiling. "That's one hell of a woman, Sam. A little on the mature side, but she's got energy to spare." "I'll bet. Did you have to talk or did she just read your mind all night. Now THERE'S an interesting concept!" Al's expression turned unexpectedly serious. "Sam, I just came from the Bridge. There's something important going on. We gotta go RIGHT NOW." He was motioning in the direction of the door. Sam folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. "NO WAY. I'm not showing my face there. I might get asked to do something." He pointed to the ground with his finger. "I'm staying RIGHT HERE till I get orders from Ziggy." "THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT! What Ziggy and Data say you're supposed to do! You gotta see what everyone on the Bridge is looking at." Al aimed his cigar at the console, "Can you get the pictures in here? You got everything else, movies, cartoons...." "I guess so." Sam said, reluctantly sitting down in front of the console. "Computer, patch through the images from the Bridge viewscreen to my console." Sam's expression turned incredulous as he looked at the images. Al was peering over his shoulder, glancing back and forth between the console screen and Sam's face. "That's what we've been waiting for, Sam. The Borg." "THAT? THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR? These refugees from a biker nightmare." "You got it!" "OOOOOH BOY." "According to information that Data has," Al explained while pacing around, "the Borg plan to capture him and extract technology from his neural net that they'll use in their conquest of The Federation. But, instead of him, they'll capture you and, of course, YOU don't know diddly-squat." Al tilted his head, put his hand under his chin, and gave Sam a little grin. Sam was not amused. "That's just great, Al. They capture me, suck out what little bit of swiss-cheese brain I have left, and then release me so I can leap. Except by then I'll be a complete vegetable." "Well, except for the vegetable part," Al said still grinning, "that's the general idea." Sam looked directly into Al's eyes and challenged him. "It just doesn't add up. I'm more convinced than ever that Ziggy and Data are making this stuff up as they go along." "Ziggy's swears she's telling the truth." "AH HA," Sam yelled, waving his hand at Al, "so you called her on this! Admit it." Al winced as Sam continued to berate him. "You know what I think, Al. I think it's just a quantum accident that I'm here and it has nothing to do with God, time, fate, whatever. I think Ziggy's too embarrassed to admit she doesn't know what the hell is going on so she's pulling this little stunt and she's conned Data into helping her. She's flipped on us before." "Well, if it's not a genuine leap, how did Data get into the Waiting Room? Did you ever think of that!" "No...but I still don't buy this whole thing. Besides, exactly how were the THREE of you planning to `uncapture' me?" "We're working on that." An image of the Borg ship floated across the console screen. "Look at that thing, Al. There's no way I'm ever escaping from that. Are you sure Ziggy isn't fronting for Ming the Magnificent?" "Cute, Sam, cute. Look, all I know is what Ziggy and Data tell me. Just make sure you're carrying a weapon that you know how to use." "What do you suggest? A can opener?" "Come on, Sam. One of those ray gun things, blaster, whatever the hell they're called." "Blaster is from Star Wars, Al. This is real life." Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Al changed the mood. He got whimsical, squinting one eye and looking up to the ceiling as if daydreaming out loud. "Sam, did you ever see Star Wars? You know, the movie." Sam played along, not sure where this was going, but relieved to take a small break and share a pleasant memory. "Sure, I actually can remember that. Going to see the first one. I think I was in graduate school, or maybe medical school..." He smiled thoughtfully. "Funny...Han Solo was my secret hero. Can you believe that? I envied that character. He was so impetuous, wild, and brave. All the things I wasn't." "Well, Sam...see how life turns out? Now you're the hero." "I'm thrilled, Al." **************** Hours went by. Days went by. Sam waited while The Enterprise and the Borg ship played Alphonse and Gaston with each other. Al showed up in Data's quarters, surprised to see Sam sitting around relaxing. "I'VE been on the Bridge monitoring the situation, while YOU'RE here goofing off. Hey, what's that noise?" "Popcorn. I'm making popcorn." "You're making POPCORN? How the hell are you doing that?" "I have alot of time on my hands. I decided to become the Julia Child of food replicators. You'd be surprised what these machines can cook up. 24th century microwave popcorn." Al moved his head back and forth and gave Sam a sarcastic smirk. "And what, PRAY TELL, are you planning to do with all this popcorn?" "Going to the movies." "THE MOVIES?" Al shouted, incredulous. "Yeeesss...the movies...just me and Spot. You're not invited." Sam gathered up his popcorn bucket and the cat. "If the Borg want me, they can find me on Holodeck Three. Just tell them to knock before coming in; I may have company." Al directed a `gimme a break' look at Sam. "There's serious stuff going on here. You can't just take off to the Holodeck." "Look, Al. As far as I can tell, I'm just waiting around to get captured by the Borg. So, in the meantime, I'm considering this a vacation leap. I can't remember when I've had so much free time and I'm taking advantage of it. See ya later." As Sam walked out the door, Al shouted to him. "What's the movie?" "Star Wars." ******************** Deanna found him on the Holodeck with Spot curled up in his lap, watching Star Wars, the 24th century way. It had been fairly easy for the computer to convert the old movie (miraculously in the database archive) into a holo program. Sam resisted the urge to participate, that would have been a bit too bizarre for him. He had his replicator popcorn, his date(Spot), and the best seat in the house. Now with the arrival of Deanna, he had a friend to share the fun. "What's in there?" he asked referring to a bag in her hand. "Chocolate. Want some?" "Nah," he shook his head, "I'm strictly a popcorn android." She curled up next to him and Sam started getting hard almost immediately. "I'm turning into another Al," he thought, feeling a little silly. He certainly had more of an appreciation for poor Al and his sexual obsessions now that Deanna was having this effect on him. He clutched her gently but impaled her mouth with a blistering kiss that was anything but gentle. Tongues meeting, torrid breath exchanged, pressing his aroused body against hers, Deanna was certain there was no man in the galaxy that could kiss like Sam. When he released her, she lay back against him, almost exhausted. Deanna was wearing one of her long-skirted uniforms. Sam reached underneath and found no underwear. He didn't know if that was a 24th century custom or Deanna just figured underwear would be superfluous under the circumstances. As he gently stroked her between the legs, the moistness coupled with her soft noises was making it a struggle to keep from diving right in, especially since his erection was almost painful. But he held back. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be in this leap and he wanted to prolong every exhilarating moment. Star Wars was playing out all around them. Relaxing under his masterful touch, she looked at him through a haze of arousal and teary eyes. He would be gone soon and she would be devastated. She thought herself indeed fortunate to have know an incredible man like Sam. Handsome eyes and face, a body that had substance to it (not skinny like so many she had seen), coupled with the most wonderful of personalities - a sensitive, compassionate, funny man, but with a vulnerability that made him even more endearing. He noticed her sad expression, and temporarily removing his hand, drew her close. "I know, I know," he said. He had mixed emotions about leaving. People who were able to stay in one place and one life hadn't learned to appreciate, as he had, every crumb of contentment. His tight hold on her inflamed Deanna even more and she pressed against his leg in an unconscious attempt to relieve herself. Responding to her unspoken plea for attention, he pushed her all the way down and got under her skirt. "Please God," Sam prayed silently, "please keep Al away. If he shows up now, I'll never hear the end of it." Spot, miffed at being ignored, and not knowing what the humans were doing, decided to play in the popcorn bucket. Popcorn was flying everywhere. Sam started out with just his tongue, gently sucking and licking at her as she moaned and rocked. To intensify the feeling, he tried sticking two fingers into her vagina. Her reaction was more than he had anticipated; she let out a wild and ecstatic cry. He had found the G-spot and was going for more. Deanna's cream was so abundant at that moment that he was able to get three fingers in. While his tongue continued to work her from the outside, he slowly turned his fingers and probed from the inside, loosing and widening the opening. Deanna was almost levitating off the floor from the intense stimulation. "Oh Sam," she said breathlessly, "what are you doing?" "Trust me, I'm a doctor." he said from under her clothes, in a voice muffled by fabric. He continued to slowly stretch her vaginal muscles. Very slowly and very lovingly. Taking his time. Carefully adding a fourth finger. Twisting and probing and sending wave after wave of orgasmic rapture through Deanna's body. The exquisite pressure that filled her was like nothing she had ever experienced. Then Sam went for the kill. With his tongue still working at her clit, he pushed his entire hand in and pressed up against the spongy area below her pelvic bone. Deanna climaxed convulsively, her contractions squeezing against his hand and forcing it out. "WHERE did you learn to do THAT?" She asked, panting and trembling. "Watching porno movies?" He smiled at Deanna but laughed to himself. He pulled her back into his arms; and this time he was the one silently begging for relief. Sam knew she couldn't take in anything else right now, so he pressed the bulge of his hard cock against her and hoped she'd offer some assistance. She got the message and was happy to help. As she positioned herself between his legs and reached into his uniform, she heard a noise across the deck floor. Suddenly Deanna screamed and pointed without speaking. Sam turned his head and saw three Borg. "I thought I told you guys to knock first." An instant later he was gone. *************** Sam was walking, unbound, down a corridor in the Borg ship, escorted from behind by the three who had captured him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that one Borg had some kind of weapon attached to his arm. The only exposed area on all three bodies was the neck. "Good enough," Sam thought. Al stepped in back of him. "So glad you could join our little party, Al." "I wouldn't abandon you, kid; you know that." "Why hasn't the Enterprise beamed me out of here, Al?" "You mean turn you to pixie dust and suck you out? Because I heard Captain Picard say that someone is jamming the signal." Al hit the handlink a few times. "And Ziggy says it's this beauty right next to me with the roto rooter hands." "Oh, come on, Al! How come Ziggy can get through and the Enterprise can't?" "No clue, Sam. Different frequency, I guess. Anyway, as soon as we can get you out, the Enterprise is going to make a quick getaway and let the Borg eat Starfleet dust." "Ok, Al. No more talking." Sam was deadly serious. Al understood. Sam had analyzed the situation and was focusing his mind and body on what had to be done. In the world of martial arts, of which Sam was a master, size and strength meant very little. Technique and cleverness were everything. The Borg was powerful, as least twice as powerful as any human male, but they had no individual intelligence. They would be no match for him; his training and genius gave him an edge and he knew how to use it. It was for this moment that he had spent years practicing mental discipline, and hours in Data's quarters studying Borg anatomy. Adequately prepared, Sam was capable of delivering deadly blows. He relaxed his body, made himself loose and flexible, and took only seconds to plan and complete the attack. A spinning crescent kick to the neck downed the first Borg, throwing him in front of the other two. Having distracted his remaining opponents, Sam executed a lightning fast knife hand to a main artery killing one, and a snake hand strike to the throat coupled with a snap kick under the chin that crushed the windpipe of the other. It was over in a flash. No sound had been uttered, no weapon fired. "Sam," Al shouted, "the jamming's stopped. Hurry, hit that whosi-whatits thing on your shirt and let's get out of here!" As he broke up into a transport beam, an old memory suddenly returned. The question that had nagged Sam for days was answered. "It was Superman! It was Lois Lane talking to Superman. YES!" ******************* When Captain Picard told her that Data had returned safely from the Borg ship, Deanna ran to his quarters, anxious to see Sam. Not bothering to wait for a "come in" (her relationship with Sam was beyond that), she burst into the room and immediately knew something was wrong. She saw Data. Not Sam/Data, but Data. "NO!" she screamed. "NO! Where's Sam?" "If you are referring to Doctor Beckett, Counselor, I believe he has been returned to his own time. It was I that beamed back from the Borg ship. Doctor Beckett apparently leaped during transport." Deanna collapsed on the couch with her head in her hands. It wasn't Data's fault; she knew this would happen eventually. It just seemed so sudden. "Counselor, I understand your interest in this matter. Ziggy and I were both informed on a regular basis by Admiral Calavicci of what was happening on board the Enterprise, and of your particular involvement. You did know, did you not, that Doctor Beckett would be returned as soon as the mission was complete?" "MISSION, WHAT MISSION?" Deanna was half yelling, half sobbing. "He was never certain why he was here! He didn't believe any of the stupid nonsense that you and that idiot computer Ziggy were telling the Admiral. What was he here for? Just to make me miserable?" "Counselor, he was here for himself. And to find you. But, for obvious reasons, we could not tell him that." "What?" Deanna was stunned. "He was here to try and set right, for a short time at least, his own loneliness. But it had to be done outside of his lifetime; on a string that was not his own; on your string. And he was correct. The other things that he did while in this time were fabrications, creating by us to distract him." "Well," she said through a veil of tears streaming down her cheeks. "I suppose I should be happy for him. He did once jokingly refer to his time here as a vacation leap." "But there's more." Data continued, struggling to comprehend Counselor Troi's emotions, "Working with Ziggy, I was able to program the calculations that can link one string to another. The leap gave me the opportunity to modify the string that Doctor Beckett travels so he can return here whenever something happens in your life that needs his help." Deanna laughed sarcastically, "So he can be my own personal...hero?" She pondered for a few seconds, "like that mythical character from 20th century earth. The one that showed up whenever someone was in trouble. Like..." she groped for the name. Data nodded. "Superman." ****************** - End - LEAP NCC-1701D -Lori Grenci-