Your Enemy is Dead
Chapter III
It was the next morning. Rand had just been released from
sickbay, a huge smile on her face as she waved her insincere goodbyes to the
medical staff. With a fresh clean
uniform on, Rand trotted down the corridor, anxious to get back to her
duties. Her head injury had not
been serious, so she was mercifully discharged after one day of dealing with
pills, shots, scans, McCoy, and Chapel.
“Hey Ny, wait up,” Rand called
out. She spotted Uhura, who was
just a few paces away from her in the corridor among the morning bustle.
“Hi, Janice,” beamed Nyota Uhura
as Rand caught up with her. “I see
you’re out of sickbay. I know
you’re happy!”
“You ain’t kidding,
friend!”
“Did McCoy and Chapel give you a
hard time?”
“Don’t they always,” quipped
Rand.
Uhura laughed and patted Rand on
the shoulder. “At least your out
of there,” she said assuredly. “So, Janice, you headed to the bridge?”
“Yeah, but after my accident
McCoy had an orderly return my recorder back to my quarters, so that’s where
I’m going now,” said Rand.
“I can walk with you to your
quarters, then we can walk to the bridge together,” Uhura offered.
“Great,” said Rand.
“Yeoman Rand,” called a voice
from down the hall.
The two women spotted Captain
Kirk, who was heading toward them in the opposite direction. He stopped in front of them and nodded
curtly at Uhura before addressing Rand, with the same hurried lack of warmth.
“It’s good to see you out of
sickbay. Don’t forget, you’re to
report to the bridge. So, please
bring your recorder. That third
class yeoman I had to deal with in your absence needed constant prompting,” he
said.
Rand opened her mouth, but the
captain had cut her off before she could get a word in.
“Thank you, Yeoman. I’ll be up shortly,” Kirk said. He turned, walking away and down the
corridor.
“Yes, sire--I mean sir,” chided
Rand. She covered her mouth with
her hand and rolled her eyes in jest.
Uhura shook her head while she
watched the figure of the captain disappear down the corridor.
“You better knock it off,
friend. He may notice one day,”
Uhura warned good-naturedly.
But then, abruptly, Uhura
reached out and grabbed her friend’s arm.
“Wait a minute, I noticed
something,” said Uhura, giving Rand an enquiring look.
“What?”
“You didn’t turn to look at the
captain as he made his exit down the hall,” said Uhura.
Rand shrugged her
shoulders. “So, what does that
have to do with anything?”
“Janice, you’ve always looked at
the captain’s butt when he made his exits! You didn’t even give him a second glance this time. What’s going on?” asked Uhura, nudging
Rand in her ribs, a slick
smile on her face.
Rand shook her head. “I have no clue what you’re talking
about, Ny.”
“Janice!” Another voice called from behind the
two women. They both turned in
unison to see Khobran angling his way through the passers-by, moving with a
grace that was uncommon for someone his size.
“Hey,” he exclaimed with a huge
smile on his face. “I was just on
my way to see you in sickbay! This
is a pleasant surprise seeing you up and about.”
Khobran gazed down at Rand. Rand felt her hand unconsciously making
it’s way to the bottom strands of her hairdo. Uhura stood by quietly, her eyes moving back and forth
between Khobran and her friend, her head never moving an inch.
“I was literally just
released. Dr. McCoy gave me
a clean bill of health. No more
dizziness, no numbness, all good,” said Rand, twirling a strand of hair between
her slender fingers. She rubbed her
upper thigh with her other hand, as a sudden self-consciousness took hold of
her. In spite of this, Rand
returned Khobran’s gaze while he inched closer to her.
“You look great,” he began. “But, then again, there’s probably
never been a day when you ever looked bad.” Khobran’s voice softened as they looked at each other, creating
a tunnel vision that was obvious to any onlooker in spite of its seeming
invisibility. Rand had to take a
deep breath so that her voice could come out of her throat.
“Well,” said Rand finally
breaking the moment. “I really
have to get to my quarters, and then off to the bridge. The captain calls.”
“Ah, the captain again,” said
Khobran.
The young Orion bashfully
lowered his head, biting his lip as if he was at a loss for words. When he looked up again, his violet
eyes held a yearning in them that made Rand catch her breath.
“It gives a man a reason to work
for a promotion, with the promise of you standing by his side,” Khobran said
gently. He regarded Rand for a
while before he spoke again. “Let
me let you go. A lot of repairs
need to be done since that space turbulence put everything out of whack. See you later?” His question was eager,
hopeful.
“Sure,” said Rand as she
regarded the young Orion fondly.
Khobran smiled, placing his hand
gently on Rand’s arm. He gave her
arm a little squeeze, and then turned away, leaving Rand grinning ear to ear as
he left for his destination. Rand
placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head while she watched Khobran walk
down the corridor. She shook her
head in utter disbelief, and took a long deep breath.
“Goddamn, he’s just too much man
contained in Starfleet uniform,” she thought.
“Janice, who was that?” asked
Uhura, her hand placed on her chest, looking as if she was trying to catch her
breath. When Khobran disappeared,
Janice turned back to Uhura and shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh, him. His name is Khobran, and he’s in
engineering,” Rand said blithely, as she started to walk down the hall.
Uhura shook her head and
chuckled as she leaned into her friend’s side. “Suddenly so nonchalant,” Uhura teased. “No wonder you don’t look at the
captain anymore. That smile, oh my
God! I noticed how he spoke to
you, and looked at you. Hell, the
way you two looked at one another!”
She reached out and squeezed Rand’s arm with both hands, like an excited
teenager.
“What?” asked Rand dismissively.
“Don’t ‘what’ me, Janice. You two had a charge between you that
could have been picked up by a conductor.
He didn’t even see me, or anyone else for that matter!”
Rand shook her head and
smirked. “Nyota, get this whole
theory of love out of your head right now. I’m not interested in Khobran, okay?” she said, exasperated
at her friend’s insight.
The two women entered Rand’s
quarters, where the recorder sat right on the dresser. Rand walked over, retrieved her
recorder, and looked it over while she pressed various buttons, in order to
make sure that it was working properly.
“What are you going to do,
Janice? Continue to pine over
Captain Kirk and fantasize over a relationship that will never happen?”
Rand looked up from testing her
recorder, and eyed her friend steadily.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” she asked.
Uhura stood with her arms
crossed over her chest, her resolution strong.
“Look, I know that the captain
is not supposed to have a relationship with any crew member. Intellectually, I’ve always known
that. But, to be honest with you,
the ‘pining away’, as you call it, has been wearing thin as of late,” said Rand.
“Oh, Hallalulah!” exclaimed
Uhura, raising her hands up in the air.
Rand snorted and rolled her eyes. When she was finished testing her recorder, she took it by
its leather strap and harnessed it on her shoulder.
“But, what about this
Khobran? I can’t understand why
you won’t give him a chance! It
seems to me as if an attraction between the two of you has already been
established. And, he’s not the
captain of this or any starship.
The problem with you is your cynicism!”
“Cynicism, that’s my enemy! Will Prince Charming come along and
slay it?” Rand said, affecting a
dainty southern accent while draping the top of her hand over her forehead for
dramatic emphasis.
“Seriously, Janice!”
Rand sighed and looked at her
friend. She knew Nyota meant well,
and that she was only telling her what was true.
“Look, Ny, my luck with men has
not been exactly sterling.
Besides, I wouldn’t even consider dating an alien,” she said, rather
matter-of –fact.
“Oh! And, why not?”
Uhura inquired with indignation.
Rand stood in her spot,
shrugging her shoulders. Suddenly,
she felt confused. “’Cause,” she
began weakly. She gestured about,
as if doing so would enable her to find the words she wasn’t able to
articulate.
Uhura smiled compassionately, as
she reached for her friend’s hand, took it in her own, and squeezed it.
“Gotcha,” said Uhura.
*********************
Everything was as it always is
on the bridge of the Enterprise.
The helmsman was steering on a course that the navigator had just
plotted, Uhura was relaying messages to and from different parts of the ship, a
young ensign was stationed at Spock’s console, and Janice Rand stood to the
right of the captain’s chair.
There were no interplanetary hostilities, no turbulence, no planet to
beam down to; nothing that warranted special alert was in progress. The most unusual happening at this
present time was the malfunctioning of Scotty’s console.
As he pressed buttons, flipped
switches, and pulled levers, Scotty would throw up his arms and sigh
loudly. Indeed, Scotty’s
frustration was loud enough that it diverted both Kirk’s and Rand’s attention
from the wide screen.
“Trouble with the console, Mr.
Scott?” asked Kirk.
The engineering officer swiveled
his chair towards the captain, his face clearly showing his frustration.
“Aye, sir! That turbulence we went through has
really put this ship through a beating!
It’s done damage to my console! I’m gonna need some help, sir.”
“Fine. Do what you have to do,” said Kirk.
“Aye,Sir.”
Rand watched dispassionately
from her spot as Scotty’s chair swiveled towards Lt. Uhura.
“Lieutenant, contact
engineering. Have them send up Lt.
Shapiro and Lt. Khobran,” he said.
“Aye,sir,” said Uhura. She turned to Rand and wiggled her
brows, while otherwise keeping a straight face. Rand smirked and pointed Uhura back to her console. As Uhura smiled and turned back to her
work, Rand felt her tough exterior give way. Her face flushed, and the back of her neck grew hot. She turned back to the wide screen and
placed her hands on her cheeks, feeling the heat on her palms.
“Khobran up on the bridge,” Rand
thought to herself. She suddenly
felt like a kid who was promised a trip to her favorite toy store, and she
hoped that her enthusiasm wasn’t too obvious when Khobran stepped onto the
bridge.
“Yeoman,” Kirk summoned, tearing
Rand out of her reverie. “Is
anyone home? Please, hand me the
recorder. I don’t want to snatch
it off your shoulder.” His words came out clipped and impatient.
Rand blushed as she removed the
recorder’s strap from her shoulder and promptly handed it to the captain’s open
hand.
“There goes that open palm
again,” Rand noted, wondering how his hand would look with a missing
finger. She smiled to herself at
the thought.
Rand observed Kirk as he took
the recorder in his hand, pressed the red button for record, and started
speaking into it. He looked
straight ahead at the large viewer screen, relaying the inconsequential events
of the morning, when the door to the turbolift zipped open.
Both Rand and Kirk turned to see
Lt. Shapiro and Lt. Khobran make their entrance on the bridge. They were both armed and ready to
assist Scotty with his console.
Lt. Shapiro carried a huge flashlight in his hands, and Khobran carried
a large silver toolbox with no apparent strain on his arm.
Scotty smiled broadly and got up
from his chair. “Aye,
laddies! We’ll get this thing done
for sure,” he said with an expression conveying relief.
As Lt. Shapiro hurried over to
Scotty’s console, Khobran strolled, taking easy slow steps while he looked eye
to eye with the captain. “Good
Morning, Captain,” he said in his deep base voice. Kirk nodded briskly as he continued talking in Rand’s
recorder. Then, Khobran looked
directly at Rand, holding her with his eyes.
“Yeoman Rand,” he said softly
with a slight bow to his head.
Rand smiled radiantly, the
butterflies kicking up in her stomach as Khobran strolled over to Scotty’s
console. Khobran and Rand’s eyes
were locked into each other, like magnets. Rand had never seen violet eyes like this before. Khobran’s eyes were not the deep blue
that is normally mistaken for violet.
These eyes were the deep color one found in flora. She found herself looking into them, at
their denseness of color.
Suddenly, Rand felt something
hit her by the chest. Dazed, she
looked down.
It was her recorder being handed
back to her by the captain.
“Yeoman Rand, are you all
right?!” asked Kirk in a didactic way.
It was actually more of a command than a question.
“Oh, yes sir,” Rand stammered,
taking back the recorder.
When she looked up again, Rand
saw Scotty bent on one knee talking to Khobran, who was lying on his back under
the console. His long, sculpted
legs were extended outward, and Rand zeroed in on them.
“Oh,my,” Rand thought to herself
as her eyes swept over how Khobran’s uniform pants molded onto him. The fabric was not tight at all, but
went along with his form in a way that complimented him. Rand breathed deeply, lost in the
beauty in front of her.
“Is there a problem, Yeoman?”
Rand’s head snapped back at Kirk, who was looking at her with
condescension. “You keep looking
over at Scotty and his men.
Perhaps you’d like to give them some pointers on their work?”
Rand felt like she was standing
in her underwear. “Asshole,” she
thought to herself while she said aloud to the captain “No, sir.” No one seemed to notice this obnoxious
exchange, so she was at least thankful for that.
What Rand did notice, however,
was that the female helmsman had been giving sideway glances over to Khobran’s
muscular legs, before looking downward and returning her gaze to the ship’s
screen. Even Uhura had swiveled
her chair for a view of Khobran, a little smile creeping at the corner of her
mouth, which Rand had caught. The
two friends looked at each other and smiled knowingly, before Rand returned her
gaze to the big screen--or tried to.
When Rand’s eyes wavered back to
Khobran, she had found that he had changed his position under the console. He was now flipped over upright,
balanced on his hands and knees while he continued on repairs from a different
angle. This position made
Khobran’s powerful buttocks face Rand.
She held her breath and placed her hand on her chest.
“Hold tight, Janice,” she
thought to herself.
From her vantage point, Rand
leaned in to get a closer view. It
was like feasting your eyes on something Michelangelo made, his master
sculpting skills bringing life to something carved from jade stone.
“Mother of God! If that ass
looks that way in pants, how would it look naked?” mused Rand as she lightly
rubbed her thighs together, forgetting her decorum on the bridge.
She imagined how Khobran’s naked glutes would look beading
with sweat as they tightened in the throws of…
“Yeoman! Helmsman! Lieutenant! Is there some
private joke going on here between you three?” Rand looked at the captain while he reprimanded her, Uhura,
and Lt. Satori.
“Need I remind you that we’re on
the bridge, not Pleasure Planet!
Do I make myself quite clear, ladies?”
Kirk swiveled in his chair while
he addressed the three women, like a king sending out a decree to his humble
minions. Rand, funny enough, was
no longer embarrassed by this attention.
A smug amusement took over, as she looked at the captain in all his
glorified indignation.
“God, I really hate the word
‘ladies.’ Last time I checked,
this wasn’t a finishing school,” she thought to herself with some indignation
of her own.
Meanwhile, the whole bridge went
quiet. Everyone had stopped their
duties to look at the captain and the three women he was scolding. Rand, Uhura, and Satori looked at
each other, the expressions on their faces unreadable.
Then, without warning, the three
female officers started to giggle.
At first, it was a soft ripple,
nervous and tepid. Then, it built
slowly until it became robust, defying, feminine laughter. The other officers on the bridge looked
at each other, some looking confused, others trying hard not to laugh
themselves. Scotty quietly instructed
his men to keep working, while he and Shapiro drew their lips together in an
attempt to prevent any mirth from escaping their mouths. Khobran looked at Rand before scooting
back under the console. Kirk’s
eyes narrowed as he got up from his chair and placed his hands on his hips.
“Ladies! This behavior is very unfitting for
officers on duty! You are all
dismissed to your quarters, all three of you!”
Rand, Uhura, and Satori filed to
the interior of the turbolift, their laughter trailing behind them as the
sliding doors closed shut.
*********************************************
Janice Rand was thankful for the
day off, though unintended as it was.
She looked around at her various paintings and sketchings around her
quarters half-heartedly, and had decided that she really wasn’t in the mood for
any artwork just now. So, Rand
walked over to her small cubbyhole of a shelf where her nightlight sat on top,
next to her bed.
She crouched on the balls of her
heals as she fingered through her motley collection of second-hand paperback,
leather-bound, hardcover, and clothbound books. When she’d decided on the book she wanted, she got up,
scooted onto her bed, and proceeded to prop up her pillow when the buzzer rang.
Rand, startled, sat up and
looked at the door. She didn’t
move from her spot. Normally, when
an officer was dismissed, and there was no mention of “awaiting further
instructions,” it meant simply that they were sequestered in their quarters for
the rest of the day, and nothing more than that.
“It can’t be the captain adding
more to my disciplinary action!” she thought.
Well, maybe not the captain, but
a third-class yeoman coming around as messenger. Rand hesitated while she sat perched on her bed, trying to
decide on whether or not to answer the door.
The buzzer rang again.
Rand sighed, figuring that she
had very little choice in the matter.
She tossed her book aside, got up from her bed, walked over to the door
and pressed the control that opened the door.
“Just get this shit over and
done with,” she said under her breath.
When Rand saw who was at the
door, she was taken aback. She had
expected either the captain, or a messenger sent to deliver news of further
disciplinary action. However, it
was neither one of these individuals.
It was Khobran who stood at her
doorway, a look of concern on his face.
“Khobran, what are you doing
here?”
Khobran stood there with his
hands against the rim of the doorway, leaning in slightly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Janice. I came down here to see how you
were.”
Khobran hesitated at that
moment, his eyes shifting sideways before they returned to Rand’s face.
“I saw what happened on the
bridge,” he said bashfully with a tilt of his head.
From the way he stood, Rand saw
that Khobran seemed sincerely embarrassed by the incident.
“I guess I’ve been causing some
problems for you, and some of the other women, as well.”
Rand stood in front of Khobran
and shrugged her shoulders, not quite knowing what to say. She felt that old self-conscious
feeling coming back, but she waved her hand carelessly, giving Khobran a little
smirk as she tried to hide behind a nonchalant exterior.
“No, it’s not your fault. You have work to do. How can you help it when…”
Janice’s face grew hot, and she
stopped herself in mid-sentence.
Now, she was the embarrassed one.
Khobran smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he
said, his voice soft and deep.
Khobran leaned further into
Rand’s doorway discretely, peaking his head into her
quarters. He looked around until he spotted a
canvas Rand was working on, perched on a slender gold easel. It depicted a female form merged within
an abstract background of vibrant colors.
The female figure, and parts of the background, were only half-covered
in paint, leaving the pencil lines exposed as it was a work in progress.
“Wow! Did you do that?” asked Khobran, pointing to the canvas, a
look of childlike wonder on his face.
“Yes, I did,” said Rand as she
looked at her work. “It’s not
finished, though. I didn’t really
feel like painting today.”
“Finished or not, it doesn’t
matter. You’re pretty good,”
Khobran said, impressed.
He looked at Rand and smiled as
he tapped his fingers on the rim of the doorway. It reminded Rand of the time when Khobran first visited her
at sickbay, in all of his sweet awkward youthfulness.
Rand smiled, swaying back and
forth on the balls of her feet.
Then, Khobran asked Rand a question that she wasn’t anticipating, and it
took her off guard a bit.
“May I come in?” he asked.
Rand, at first, was unsure. She was, after all, under disciplinary
action. But, then, after a little
hesitation, Rand shrugged her shoulders again. “Sure, I guess it’s okay.”
Khobran stepped into her
quarters with long, easy strides.
Rand watched as he discovered more of her paintings and sketches,
picking up a piece of her work, holding it first with both arms stretched out
in front of him, and then bringing it in for close inspection. He held her work with care, careful
never to touch the work itself, his large hands gingerly holding the edges of
the canvas and sketch pad before placing them gently in their original
spot. When he was finished,
Khobran looked over to Rand and smiled, nodding his approval.
“Janice, you are amazing! You give me something to aspire to,” he
said.
“What do you mean?” asked Rand
puzzled, yet pleased that Khobran admired her work.
“I create art, too. Paintings, sculptures, illustrations,
stuff like that,” said Khobran,
walking over to Rand.
“Really?”
“Yeah, perhaps you could see
them some time. Maybe we could
swap some pointers.”
Khobran smiled slowly while he
inched his way closer to Rand, his nearness sending waves of body heat to
her.
The butterflies in Rand’s
stomach kicked up again, as Khobran stood from his great height and gazed at
her. She looked up, returning his
gaze. Rand, being a tall woman,
had always been with men whose eyes were near level to hers. She always enjoyed the sense of slight
intimidation that she gave some of them, as she would meet them head on, eye to
eye. But, with Khobran, it was
different. She literally reached
no higher than his shoulders. It
made her feel petite, and vulnerable.
She liked it.
“Have dinner with me, Janice,”
said Khobran in barely a whisper, his eyes searching hers intently.
Rand felt her heart jump to her
throat. “Is he asking me out?” she
thought in a panic.
She backed away from Khobran,
her shoulders folding forward while she covered her chest with her arms in an
act of recoil. It was a stance
born out of fear, having been romantically involved with one flake too many.
“I don’t know, Khobran,” Rand
said with hesitation, holding up her hands, like a shield. “Me and guys don’t seem to mix too
well.”
Khobran moved toward Rand, a
roughish grin curling his lips.
“Oh, come on. What’s the
hesitation? You know you like me,”
he teased.
“Look, Khobran, you seem like a really
nice guy…”
“You bet I’m nice, and that’s
why you like me! I also happen to
be charming, funny, and some would say I’m pretty smart!”
As tempting as it was for Rand,
she wouldn’t give in, her conviction being that any date for her would be an
unmitigated shit in the pan! She
continued holding her hands up as
she tried, to no avail,
back away from her hopeful suitor.
“I really don’t know,” she said
with shaky resolve.
Khobran gave her a pleading
look. “Oh, come on, please?” he
whined playfully.
Gently, he took one of Rand’s
upraised hands and placed it squarely in the middle of his chest. With his thumb, Khobran stroked the
base of her slender hand. Rand experienced
a stirring, her skin giving off small volcanic pockets of heat. She looked into Khobran’s deep violet
eyes, and wondered how eyes could be so ungodly--and yet so beautiful. The two of them seemed to breath as
one. Then, something happened. Khobran’s flirting was replaced by a
look of sadness and defeat. He
cast his eyes downward, his long black lashes crowning his lids.
“No,” he said with
finality. “I won’t do this.” Khobran slowly replaced Rand’s hand
back to her side and released it from his grip. Rand looked at him, feeling both rejected and confused by
the sudden turn of mood.
“I won’t come off as a
stereotypical, big, brawny Orion man who pushes himself on a woman.”
Khobran looked up then, his eyes
meeting Rand’s. “I’m sorry, I
don’t want you to think that I barge into women’s rooms and force myself on
them,” he said with regret and urgency.
Rand looked at Khobran, taken
aback by this admission from him.
“Khobran, I wasn’t thinking of you as a ‘stereotypical Orion man’ at
all, whatever the hell that means,” she said incredulously, forming quotation
marks with her fingers.
“But, I know what people think
of someone like me! We’re the big,
leering brutes who sell their own women into sex slavery. Vicious, savage, pushy, amoral! And our women? Well, they’re a bunch of
oversexed, green animals!” he said, clearly hurt by these ugly images of his
people.
“Wow! You’re really sensitive to how people perceive you,
huh?” Rand placed a hand on
Khobran’s shoulder lightly. She looked
up at this tall, powerfully built Orion, as he suddenly appeared vulnerable and
self-conscious. He directed his
attention on his large hands, rubbing his thumb along his palm. Then, without looking up, he turned to
leave Rand’s quarters.
“Wait, where are you going?”
asked Rand, following him to the door.
“Janice,” said Khobran, turning
around to face her. “I want to ask
you out, but in the right way.”
“Khobran, there was nothing
wrong with your approach to begin with!
I’m the one with the problem, here. I’m something of a jerk magnet.”
“And you think that I’m one, is
that it?”
“No, of course not,” assured
Rand.
Then, she gave him a coy little
smile and leaned into his big body, but just a little. This startled Khobran, as he looked at
Rand with wide eyes.
“However, I could let you prove
to me how much of a jerk you’re not,” Rand said with a flirtatious pitch of her
voice.
Khobran’s eyes blinked. “What?” he asked, as if not believing
what he’d just heard.
“What I’m saying is that I’m
accepting your invitation to dinner,” Rand said, patting him on the shoulder.
God, she loved the feel of that
shoulder.
Khobran’s face brightened out of
his morass as he looked at her.
Rand didn’t want to say to herself how his smile made her melt, because
that would be so cliché.
However, it did.
Khobran’s excitement was hard
for him to contain. He took a few
deep breaths and then giggled. It
was so unbelievable to Rand that a man who was this charming and stunning was
so afraid of being rejected by her.
“Wow, let me see,” he said
excitedly. Khobran looked around
the room, tapping his chin with his finger. “I know, the solarium.
I can prepare a picnic dinner.
Well, I’d get it from the galley, actually. Remember the galley?”
he added, teasing her.
Rand blushed, recalling the
coffee and buns flung across the floor in the supply room. They both chuckled at the memory of
their first meeting.
“It sounds wonderful,” said Rand
with a dreamy smile.
“Can you meet me at 1900 hours?”
“Sure,” said Rand.
Khobran reached for her hand,
took it in his, and gave it a squeeze.
“See you then, Janice,” he said, his voice soft and gentle.
He headed for the door, and
turned to look at Rand one more time while they waved Goodbye to each
other. Then, he was gone, the door
shutting behind him. Rand walked
over to the door of her quarters.
She stood there for some time while she considered what she’d gotten
herself into. She placed her hand
on the door, and sighed.
“Janice, I sure hope you know
what the hell you’re doing,” she said to herself.
********************
“I don’t know, Ny.
Maybe I should have turned him down,” said Rand, propping her elbows on
the cafeteria table.
There were very few diners in
the eatery at this hour, as small groups of crewmembers were spread out at
their respective tables. It was a
peaceful time, and Rand felt fortunate to be able to have a quiet heart to
heart with her best friend, who was sitting across from her at the round table.
“Janice, you have to stop
beating yourself up when it comes to guys,” said Uhura.
“I know, I know. But, you know how it is with me. Losers need look no further,” said Rand,
pointing both thumbs towards herself in order to punctuate her point.
Uhura shook her head. “So, what are you going to do? Sit and hope that one day the
Federation will allow captains to date their underlings?”
Rand let her forearms drop to
the table in a gesture of exasperation.
She looked at Uhura incredulously.
“I told you I was getting over that, didn’t I?”
“Ah, but do you really want
to? That’s the question,” said
Uhura pointing a finger in the air.
Rand smirked at Uhura, clearly
annoyed by this “Me Thinks Thee Doth Protest Too Much’ line of
questioning. “What is this,
Shakespeare?” quipped Rand.
“No, it’s common sense! It’s much safer to love the captain
from a distance, knowing that you’ll never get anything out of it, instead of
looking at a possible relationship with an available man who obviously wants
you. That’s all I’m saying.”
Rand raised her forearms from
the table, and placed her chin on her fists, pretending to contemplate on what
Uhura was telling her. She didn’t
really need to, though. She knew
that her friend was right. Her
enemy of cynicism had become her companion for quite some time now. It wasn’t just Captain Kirk, for he was
just part of a line of romantic disappointments. In the beginning, when she’d first met Kirk, loving him was
fairly easy. But, as time went on,
the frustration put about by regulations and Kirk’s often pathetic deflections
from their mutual attraction, had worn thin on Rand.
“Well, when Khobran asked me
out, I told him as much about my bad luck with men, and he seemed pretty
understanding,” Rand said softly, dropping her hands from under her chin. Uhura’s eyes brightened as she reached
over, and placed her hand over Rand’s.
“That’s good,” said Uhura. “Opening up to Khobran like that shows
vulnerability.”
“You’re kidding, right,” said
Rand in her most deadpan delivery.
“Well, well. Look who we have here!”
Rand and Uhura looked up from
their spots to find Chapel, along with three other nurses, surrounding their
table. They looked like a
light-blue, highly starched posse invading their space.
“You don’t mind if we join you,
do you, dears?’ asked Chapel as she and the nurses sat down without an
invitation.
With the pushing of chairs, and
the clanking of trays and utensils, Rand groaned. The quiet and peace that she had enjoyed with Uhura was
being trampled upon by these catty, self-satisfied, hypo-shooting biddies.
“Now, what’s this I hear about
vulnerability to Khobran?” asked Chapel haughtily.
“Don’t worry about it,” said
Rand. Giggles followed, thoroughly
annoying her even further.
“Showing vulnerability to that
hunk of alien male sounds very promising,” chimed in Nurse Leigh, a petite
redhead who was usually Nurse Chapel’s partner in gossiping crime.
“He’s an Orion,” interjected
Rand as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. At least she didn’t have to touch the
same table that these jerks were dining on.
Rand looked over at Uhura, and
noticed how she was smiling at Chapel like an excited little child. While she herself found Chapel
insufferable, Uhura and Chapel got along pretty well. But then again, Uhura got along with almost everyone.
“Khobran asked Janice out on a
date, Christine!” said Uhura, barely able to contain herself.
Chapel and Leigh turned to look
at each other, smiling smug, knowing smiles. “We knew that would happen,” said Chapel in a light, flirty
voice. Cocking a manicured brow,
she leaned into Rand’s direction.
“So, tell us where this little
date is doing to take place,” said Chapel.
Rand turned to Uhura and
wordlessly mouthed the word ‘thank you’ to her, before turning back to Chapel.
“Khobran is taking me to the
solarium for a picnic dinner,” said Rand with a strained smile on her face, and
murder on her mind.
“Isn’t that romantic? I think that’s just about the most
wonderful idea,” Uhura beamed.
Chapel nodded her head and
pursed her lips.
“Impressive. That’s a pretty setting for a date,”
she said.
“That’s where they keep all
those plants and flowers from the various Federation planets, isn’t it?” asked
Nurse Patel, a short, plump, know-it-all.
Rand smirked and tapped her
finger on her temple. “You’re
good! Can you catch a bone, too?”
Patel cut her eyes at Rand, and
Rand returned the sentiment.
“Oh, how lovely! They have those amazing stalks from
planet Ganymede,” exclaimed Nurse Leigh.
“Imagine a romantic little
stroll amongst those long, green fertile things,” said the loud, dark haired,
nondescript Nurse Rose as she gestured like a silent movie ham, pressing a hand
over her heart.
“You play your cards right,
honey, you’ll have something long, green and fertile pumping away inside of
you,” quipped Chapel before she took a swig of her beverage.
Laughter broke out among the
nurses while Rand looked at Uhura, who seemed genuinely stunned. “God knows why she would be,” Rand
thought.
Rand turned back to Chapel, who
was peering at her over the rim of her cup, sipping her drink slowly.
“You mean potent, don’t you
dear. Sorry state of affairs when
a nurse flubs on health definitions as basic as that,” Rand said with cutting
dismissal.
Chapel put down her cup and
raised both of her hands. “Ooh,
are we touchy! Look, I was just
trying to prepare you for what may happen on the date, Janice,” she said in a
sing song tone.
“Yeah, you know what they say
about Orion men after all,” boomed Nurse Rose, talking with her mouth full of
food.
Rand turned to Rose, her blond
eyebrows raised. “No, I
don’t. What do they say about
Orion men,” she inquired, expecting a stupid reply.
“I heard that Orion men really
know how to bring out the animal in a woman,” said Leigh with a screeching
giggle.
“In your case, that animal would
be a lost bunny in the woods,” said Rand.
Leigh’s mouth opened while she
passed glances at her nurse companions, who were in the mist of laughter.
“You asked for that one, Anna,”
said Uhura through chuckles.
“Listening to you guys going by stereotypes is pretty adolescent.”
“Well, all I know is that Janice
is in for a hellava treat with that green stud,” said Chapel. Without taking her eyes off of Rand,
Chapel gripped both hands onto the edge of the table and started to undulate
her body. All of the women at the
table looked at her in anticipation, while Rand looked at her with dread. Chapel suddenly threw her head back and
made breathless squealing noises.
She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth in exaggerated abandon.
“Oh, Khobran, you’re the king!”
As the nurses roared with
incontrollable laughter, Rand got up, rammed her chair under the cafeteria
table, and left in disgust. Uhura
shook her head at a hysterical Chapel, got up, and followed her offended friend
out of the dining hall.
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The warm water rained gently
down Rand’s body, saturating every crevice in blissful, soothing wetness. She pushed back her hair with her hands
while she let the nuzzle shoot water to her face. The scent of the shampoo of her freshly washed hair sat at
the edge of her nostrils, relaxing her.
Rand worked her fingers through her long, blond hair, making sure that
the cream rinse saturated every strand.
As she finished up, Rand reached over for a shower cap and put it on her
head, tucking in any straying golden strand securely behind the band. Rand reached over for the shower gel
and started to lather her body, the suds hugging her lithe curves and her full,
firm breasts. Her slender hands
moved across her limbs, creating an undulating rhythm that hypnotized her. The soap running over her body left
slick moisture over her skin.
Rand reached behind her shoulder
and lathered her upper back. Then,
a large hand ran the length of her back, massaging with powerful fingers, up
and down.
Rand let out a breath, allowing
herself to get lost in the sensation.
Another large hand ran the length of her leg, encircling her ankles up
to her narrow hips. The hands had
a natural heat that pulsated out of them that, with the rising steam of the
shower, set her world of flesh on fire.
When Rand looked up, a large muscular figure rose up slowly until it
loomed over her.
Rand took in the beautiful
chiseled features and the magnificent muscles under taunt emerald green skin
that glowed in the heat of the steam.
Khobran’s blue-black hair was slicked back from the wetness of the atmosphere,
emphasizing his long powerful neck and shoulders. Rand could feel her breasts rise up and down while her
breathing increased, her nipples peaking out of the thick foam. Khobran reached for her nipples and
gently tugged at them. He cupped
her breasts with the palms of his hands, caressing them firmly. Rand threw her head back, abandoning
herself to Khobran’s fingertips and palms.
Her nipples hardened and came
alive and sensitive under his touch.
She moaned and sighed, calling his name softly.
Rand suddenly jumped up in the
shower and realized that she was alone, the sudsy sponge in her hand pressed
between her breasts. Feeling her
cheeks fill with the rush of embarrassment, she murmured something about getting
ready for her date. Rand pulled
off her shower cap in a rush, and rinsed the cream rinse hastily from her hair.
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