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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Complexities and Paradox's Part 1 --------------------------------- Data and Worf stood outside holoroom 1, they watched Riker standing alone in the room, he could not hear their crys to him. "If only we could go inside," muttered Worf,"Why doesn't he come out?" "He has opened the doors," said Data,"But he is seeing the door from another time, and it is still closed." Riker walked over to the door and tryed the manual release, the door remained opened to them, but to Riker it was obviously still closed, he sat down and suddenly turned his head, he was engrossed in watching something. "Obviously he is seeing something," said Worf,"Why can we not?" "We would have to be in the timepocket itself, but look, he's walking now." Riker was walking on the spot, but to him he could be walking briskly down a street, he stopped and said something, they could register what, he nodded in satisfaction and walked to the doors, he mouthed the word open and then smiled broadly at Data and Worf. "Commander Riker......." began Worf, but then Riker stepped out of the holoroom and disappeared. Deanna sat on Data's bed and watched as Beverly pulled something out of a closet, it looked like a human body, only with yellow skin. "Data?" she asked, confused. "No no no," said Beverly, smiling as she tipped drunkenly to the side,"Not Data, it's his brother - Lore." "Lore," said Deanna with a grin,"Wasn't he a bad boy?" Beverly smiled,"Who cares, I want a good fuck and he can give it to me." "But he's an android," said Deanna,"You can't fuck him." Beverly staggered to her feet,"You can't tell me you didn't feel jealous of Tasha when she got to fuck Data?" she was referring to one of their first missions, when they had been infected by a virus that reduced all inhibitions - even Data had been affected to a certain degree and had had sex with Tasha Yar - the late chief of security. Beverly pulled the sagging form of Lore to it's feet and pressed a button in it's side, it jerked up and around and then collapsed. "So much for that," said Deanna sadly,"You broke him." But Lore did not stay down, he sat up and pressed a hand to his forehead,"Oooohhh, do I have a cramp or what." He looked around and saw Beverly and Deanna, he took in the situation instantly,"You both show high blood alcohol levels, and I detect the scent of sexual arousement,"He wagged his finger and smiled,"What do you naughty girls want?" Deanna was delighted, he was like a gigolo that didn't want to be paid - at least not in monetary terms,"I wanna get laid, but I want my pleasure to be the main concern." "Hey," said Lore,"I live to serve, but what do I get for my troubles?" "You get to stay turned on," said Beverly angrily,"And you better not try any tricks on us - I know where your off button is." Lore thought things over for a few brief seconds, then he smiled broadly. "Who goes first?" Riker knew it was impossible, his ship was the Enterprise E, but he stood on the Enterprise D - and no timepocket could take him to another ship. He was at least invisible, for now anyway, and it was with some amusement that he watched his younger self - beardless - chatting with Wesley Crusher. He wished he knew the stardate, this was obviously an early mission - he couldn't help but wonder if he had been given the powers of the Q yet. Then he noticed that his younger self was talking into the communicator, he rushed of and Wesley looked dejected, Riker hadn't realised just how much the young genius worshipped him... *** "Engage the temporal field Mr LaForge," said Captain Picard, gesturing forward with his arm. "Aye Captain, temporal field is opening." The Enterprise E shot forward from it's orbit around Earth, a rippling in the space around them began to form and then the ship disappeared, leaving behind Zefram Cochrane and the Vulcans to make history. *** Inside the temporal field, the Enterprise travelled smoothly, Data worked on the computers, his face was still damaged from his encounter with the Borg Queen and Picard couldn't help but stare at it. "Well Mr Data?" "As we suspected Captain, history is back on track, pollution is disappearing, war appears to be slowing, it has now stopped - sir we will soon be unable to track Earth's progress, we'll have to wait until we return to our own time to make sure that everything is as it should be." "Excellent Mr Data, Commander Riker, I was wondering if...." "Sir," Data interupted,"We are registering an anomaly." "What? Of what nature Data?" "It is a starcraft of unknown design, travelling through the time/space continuom, it appears to have performed a slingshot around the sun." "That sound's familiar," said Riker,"Somethings wrong." "Registering now," said Data,"It is a Klingon Bird Of Prey, but it's inhabitants are seven humans, one Vulcan and......." "And what Data?" "And.....two whales sir..." Riker slapped his palm against his forehead,"Of course, it's James Kirk, do you remember the trip through time he took to save Earth from the probe?" "Of course," said Picard,"Spock discovered that it was looking for humpback whales and they travelled back in time to find a pair." "Sir, if we maintain this course we will cross paths with Kirk's ship, that may cause a problem," said Data, a worried expression on his face. "What problem?" "Well, theoretically, in time travel, ships have no mass or velocity, and it should be possible for two ships to exist at the same place, but dual appearance of two ships at one location during one microsecond of time will cause a paradox." "Resulting in.......? don't keep us hanging Data?" "We will either cease to exist, blow up, merge with Kirk's ship, suffer temporal dislocation or come out fine." "How long till we cross paths Data?" "Three minutes and twenty eight seconds." "Can we change course at all?" "Theoretically, of course, we are travelling through time, and are therefore existing in a different second of a different year of a different decade of a different century with each second that passes, meaning that changing course may also be injurious to us." "Do it Data," said Picard,"It's a risk we have to take." Data tapped on the control panel at a steadily increasing rate, until his hands became a blur, the ship shuddered and actually groaned, something it had never done before. "Course has changed slightly sir, it's all I can do, we will however, brush against the Klingon ship." "We will be all right won't we," said Riker, sounding confident,"James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or dislocation." "No sir," said Data,"But the ships long range sensors were ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness and there was an unforeseen power failure." "Great Data, just great," Riker turned to look at the viewscreen, it was blank, as it had been since they initiated the temporal field. Then the ship actually tilted, and the crew members all fell forward. *** The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbour at an alarming rate. "Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the communicator. "Damn," muttered Kirk, he turned to look at the crew,"Once we land, get out of the ship, I'll get the whales out." He ran of, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced to bring with him from the twentyth century. Curious, thought Spock, why had there been a power failure? "Everybody okay?" asked Riker, the crew repositioned themselves, everyone seemed all right. "All decks status report," said Picard, Data checked over reports coming through. "Some minor injuries, no casualties," the android said, although the fake skin on his head had been cauterized by the gas explosion in his fight with the Borg Queen, some more had peeled away in the tilt. "Data, you should have your head looked at, and replace that lost skin." "Aye sir," said Data,"We have emerged from the termporal field, Earth has returned to the history we knew before being caught in the Borg's wake. I beleive it is safe for me to leave the bridge." Picard grinned as Data walked to the turbolift, the door opened and Beverly stepped out, Data was about to greet her when she stepped right through him, followed by another Data, with the skin back on his face! Beverly turned and looked at Data,"Well, you still up for it?" Data grinned,"Of course, but you realise what will happen if we get caught?" "Who cares," she said, Picard noticed that her speech was slurred, and that she was holding a bottle of something, - Tequ - was all he could make out of the label, which was turned from him. "Tequila?" said Riker,"Where did she get a bottle of Tequila?" Deanna stood up and stood beside Riker,"I took a bottle with me, Zefram made me." Data - the one without skin - scanned a tricorder over Beverly and the other Data, who were discussing the ridiculousness of regulations. "They have no mass," said Data,"It appears I was incorrect, we are suffering from temporal dislocation - what we are seeing has yet to happen." Suddenly Beverly rushed to the helm, and clumsily pushed a few buttons. "I thought she had no mass?" said Riker,"The board is lighting up." "A paradox sir," said Data,"Think of it as we are having no mass, but the bridge, and the future me and Dr Crusher are real - or think that the future helm controls are co-existing with the present ones - it appears that she is disabling helm controls in any case. "I'm ready baby," she said, she lay back on the helms, the controls unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants. "What the hell?" said Picard, utterly perplexed,"What is she doing?" Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties and spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink pleasure beneath. "Oh fuck yeah," said Data, rubbing his hands together in anticipation,"This is going to be sweet," he lowered his own pants and his android cock sprang free. He lowered himself onto and into Beverly quickly, and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard, quick thrusts. "I don't beleive this," said Picard, he turned to look at his Data, whose mouth was open in shock. "Something is wrong sir," he said,"Given, I could be commanded to perform sexual intercourse with Dr Crusher, but, regulations strictly forbid sexual intercourse of any nature on the bridge of the ship, also I am not given to talking in that manner." "Well, sometime in the future you will be," said Picard,"My God, taking advantage of Beverly like that, how did she let herself get drunk?" At the helm, Data was pumping into Beverly faster and faster, she clutched his back and screamed in pleasure. "Yes, fuck me baby, do me hard, your cock is so big." "Of course it is," cried the other Data,"Dr Seung was so embarassed of his....fallacy....that when he created me in his image he decided to spruce up the image a bit, haha!" He rammed faster and faster into Beverly cunt, and she screamed with the pleasure of it, Data took the time to rip her tunic open, revealing large, plump breasts. He began to suck on one. "Immm," he said around a mouthful of tit,"You're a great fuck you know?" "Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid further up the helm with each thrust,"My husband couldn't get enough, and that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking of over me ever since we meet - he's always staring at my tits or ass." Picard coughed,"She is drunk, after all," he said, hoping no one noticed the growing tent pole in his pants. Data suddenly pulled loose,"Hand and knees," he said with a grin. Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position and Data slid into her again, grasping her hips he tried a couple of experimental thrusts, slapping against her ass. Then he changed his mind, he pulled nearly all the way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her like this drove her crazy, she began gasping faster and faster. "Oh god, I think I'm cumming....." she cried and then screamed in pleasure. Data began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly fully out, before slamming back into the Doctors tight cunt. She grinned in pleasure and looked up, she happened to be right in front of Picard, she shook her head as if confused,"Jean Luc?" she said and suddenly she faded out of existance along with Data. *** Picard sat at the table, staring at the other officers. "Well, I for one would like an explanation of what just happened." "It's basically all theory," said Data,"But it seems that the co-existance of the Enterprise and the Klingon ship caused a temperol dislocation - resulting in time pockets throughout the entire ship, we have several reports of crew member bumping into new crewmembers, friends they were just talking to and even themselves." "Do you have the location of these timepockets?" "I beleive so sir, to prevent further encounters, I suggest we quarantine those areas - including the bridge." "We'll make use of the secondary bridge," said Picard. "Can you explain how Dr Crusher 'saw' the Captain?" asked Deanna. "We don't know that she did, perhaps the Captain of that time emerged on the bridge, perhaps a future Captain appeared and was unaware of her - or perhaps the two timepockets joined briefly before seperating." "Can we change what's going to happen?" asked Riker,"One of the crewmen bumped into his ' replacement', apparently he died in a gas explosion in two weeks time. He's in sickbay in shock." "The future is not set," replied Data,"I for one, am not going to replace my skin until this problem is dealt with." "Perhaps, Deanna" spoke up Worf, who had remained quiet so far,"You should get rid of that bottle of Tequila?" "Excellent," said Data,"If Dr Crusher does not get drunk she will likely not perform the endeavour." "Where is Dr Crusher?" asked Picard, they all looked around, no one knew,"Computer, locate Doctor Crusher." "Dr Crusher is in holoroom one." "Worf, take her to sickbay or her quarters," said Picard, the Klingon nodded and left. "Right," said Picard,"Let's begin evacuation." *** Five minutes later Deanna sat in her quarters, staring at the bottle of Tequila, it seemed a shame to just...chuck it out....., she looked around her quarters, then grabbed a glass, opening the bottle she poured some in. "For Zefram," she said, and belted it back. *** Worf entered holoroom 1, the grid glowed softly, no program was being run, Beverly stood in the centre, arms spread out, smiling. "Isn't it beautiful," she said with a smile. "Dr Crusher," said Worf in his deep baritone, wishing to be back on DS9 where the only odd thing that happened was invading Cardassians, playing politics with power hungry Bajorans and poker with Ferengi. "Yes, what is it?" asked Beverly, her eyes remained closed. "There is no program running," he said simply. She smiled,"Of course I didn't mean it Jean Luc." Worf's eyes widened, he swung his arm at Beverly and it passed right through, grabbing a tricorder he pointed it at her,"No mass," he said simply, and ran out the door. *** Dr Crusher yawned as she left her quarters, she had finally gotten some good sleep after that trouble with the Borg. As she wondered down the hallway she noticed faint singing coming from around the corner. She turned and saw the corridor was empty, but the singing was still there, the odd thing was, she could swear it was herself singing, but loud and off key. The song itself was bawdy, then she heard Deanna's voice join with hers. "Computer," she said,"Locate Councillor Troi." "Councillor Troi is in her quarters." Beverly rushed away, missing the image of her and Deanna coming into focus, supporting each other as they sang, Beverly waving a near empty Tequila bottle. *** "Dr Crusher is in holoroom 1," said the computer. "Why is the computer registering a temporal anomaly as present, if Dr Crusher is co-existing in two different places, the computer should register both?" queried Data, one eye looked thoughtful, the other was just a red optical in a grey metal surface, he had not replaced his skin. Worf frowned,"I thought of that, well not exactly......but, listen," he strode forward several paces, scanned with his tricorder and asked the computer again. "Dr Crusher is on the bridge," he and Data went a turbolift up, and Data asked the question. "Dr Crusher is in Councillor Trois' quarters........" ".....Captain Picard's ready room......." ".......Ten forward........" "..........Sickbay......" After several trips Data sighed,"So the computer is travelling through timepockets too, registering the same person in different places all over the ship." "That raises a bad question," said Worf,"How do we know that people we are talking to over communicators are even there?" *** Deanna was unconscious on the table, slumped forward and snoring. Beverly picked up the half full glass and sniffed the contents. She looked at the bottle, half full as well. She hesitated, then drank the contents of the glass. "Not bad," she said, then dropped the glass, to the table, she clutched her throat and made a hacking, coughing noise,"My God," she whispered hoarsely,"Need a drink....." she rushed to the replicator and whispered,"Water." Nothing happened, she asked again and again, then finally gave up, she staggered around, the feeling should be abating, she thought, but it was not. In desperation she grabbed the bottle and took a swig, the liquid actually did soothe her throat, but when she removed the bottle it began to burn again, she took another swig, then another and another. "Hey," muttered a voice,"Save some for me," Beverly looked down and saw Deanna, awake and blinking groggily, she reached out and took the bottle, which nearly slid out of her hand. "Need it," whispered Beverly,"No water." "Computer...water..." said Deanna, water appeared in the replicator, Beverly stared at it, suspicious, then drank it down, it soothed her throat some. She turned and looked at Deanna, who was swishing the last part of Tequila in the bottle around disconsolately. "I don't know how that stuff got you drunk," said Beverly,"But you....." suddenly Deanna's sad expression made her want to laugh, and she did, loudly. "Huh?" said Deanna, looking around,"Wass'up?" Beverly stumbled against the table and caught hold of it to support her weight,"You," she said, pointing at Deanna and struggling not to laugh,"Are so drunk......" "Yeah," said Deanna, attempting to rise to her feet,"Well, look who's talking." Beverly spun around, almost falling over,"Who?" she said, and cracked up laughing. Continued in part 2... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 6