• 1-Answers
• 2-Chapter Two
• 3-Chapter Three
• 4-Chapter Four
• 5-Chapter Five
• 6-Chapter Six
• 7-Chapter Seven
• 8-Chapter Eight
• 9-Chapter Nine
• 10-Chapter Ten

Chapter Three

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The sun was shining above and warm against her skin as she lay on the beach.
Hoshi watched her lover as he played volleyball with a group of his friends. He
was like a little kid in this setting, as he shouted about a foul in an excited
manner.

Contentment
soothed her as she watched him play, yet a specter loomed over her.

She would ship
out soon and she didn’t know how to tell him. She didn’t want to watch his
expression as he realized how monstrous she actually was – the things she was
capable of, the blood on her hands. That was why she was perfect for the life
that had chosen her.

He was assigned to Starfleet Academy, waiting for the completion of Enterprise.
Jon had tried bullying her to consider a posting on his ship; she refused
outright, citing fraternization rules. He had smirked, stating they had crossed
that line long ago.

He was right. Hoshi was practically living with him now, sleeping over more
than not.

As they got in
from the beach, Jon coaxed her over to the bed and undid her bikini top. “You
know I have wanted to do this all day, don’t you?” He asked as he kissed his
way down her neck.

Hoshi gave in quickly, letting the sensations of her lover’s hands and mouth
glide over her. She had gotten too much sun and felt drunk from it and she
gasped as one of Jon’s hands slipped beneath her bikini bottom and slipped past
the folds of her sex.

Withdrawing
his hand, Jon lifted her into his arms. He set her on the bed and drew her
bikini bottom over her hips, over her knees and finally off her body.

She lay there
compliant, yet aroused, letting him control her.

Jon stood and quickly divested himself of his swim trunks. Crawling onto the
bed, he took one of her feet in his hands and started massa it. it.

She groaned, relishing
the tenderness of his caress, closing her eyes and gasping as she felt his
mouth suck and lick her toes.

He continued
to suckle her toes and massage her feet, loving the sounds she was making and
loving the fact she was writhing out of control with fistfuls of sheet in her
hands.

"Please…oh, Jon…please…God…stop," Hoshi pleaded.

Jon did stop,
kissing and licking his way up her calf. He kissed her thighs and then finally
his goal -- the dark nest of curls guarding her desire.

Hoshi threw
her head back and arched her back as he devoured her, and Jon held onto her
hips, non-relenting as he brought her to the height of orgasm after org

She was an
incoherent mess before he kneeled in front of her and plunged into her tight
heat.

He leaned forward,
moving his hips slightly, marveling at her response. She opened her eyes, and
he watched the subtle expressions cross her face --intense happiness, marred by
an equal amount of sadness.

“What's wrong,
my love?” he whispered and moved inside of her.

She closed her
eyes and moaned, her answer lost in the passion.

Jon shuddered
as his orgasm overcame him, losing all thought except one – he loved her. He
whispered this throughout the night.

--

Jon’s love was a doubled-edged sword as she embraced his love while pushing it
away. She was dirty, not deserving of his love. The pain won over the pleasure
and she opened her eyes. The lights were low and a light weight had settled on
her hand. She moved, opening her eyes and was immediately filled with a vision
of Jon.

She must still
be dreaming because she heard him calling for a doctor.

Phlox took some scans and assured the captain she was on the road to recovery.

The fog
started to lift and she started to wake. Thirst! She felt like she was dying of
thirst.

"Thirsty,"
she whispered.

Jon lifted her
head slightly and put a glass to her lips. The tepid liquid was like an elixir,
refreshing her.

“Jon?” Hoshi asked.

“Hush, everything’s going to be okay,” Jon assured her, stroking her hand.

Hoshi closed her eyes and slept.

“Her internal injuries are healing well, and I removed the explosives with
assistance from Lieutenant Reed. The knife did not go through any bones in her
hand, just tissue. That should be fine and she should regain the full use of
her hand. Overall, I expect a complete recovery." Phlox observed his
captain and the tenderness he showed the lieutenant.

Jon didn’t even hear him for he was ecstatic she had opened her eyes.

--

Falling in and out of sleep, Hoshi’s dreams took her.

She was
sixteen and he was yelling at her again.

Hoshi put
the pillow over her head to muffle the sound and started reciting a Vulcan
serenity prayer. She learned long ago not to get in the way. She couldn’t fight
him,and neither could her mother. She took the pillow off her head and didn’t
hear anything. Sighing, Hoshi went downstairs to help her mother, figuring her
father had already gone.

What she found shocked her. Her mother was lying on the kitchen floor,
unconscious and bleeding. He had never beaten her into unconsciousness before.

“Mama!”
Hoshi cried as she ran to her mother. “Mama, please wake up!”

“Get away from her, Hoshi. I’m not done with her yet,” Hoshi’s father stated
simply as he sat at the kitchen table.

Hoshi froze.

“I said get away from her!” he yelled, scooting his chair back and standing up.

Hoshi panicked as he moved toward them and she grabbed the knife her mother
had been cutting vegetables with.

She'd had
enough.

Hoshi’s father laughed cruelly. “You wouldn’t dare? You are just like her,
worthless to the core!” He lunged at them with cold hatred in his eyes.

< It happened so quickly – the murder of her father.

There was
b eve everywhere, pooling underneath his body, dripping off her hands, and
covering her blouse.

Her mother
regained consciousness and started screaming. “Murderer! You killed him!
Murderer!” She ran out into the street screaming.

The authorities had ruled it self-defense, but it didn't lessen the pain of
what she did.

Hoshi
buried herself in her studies, earning several accolades due linguistics
skills.

Hoshi enrolled in Starfleet as soon as she was old enough, and was there a week
when Captain Conners approached her about a career in Starfleet Intelligence,
saying her gift for languages and her ‘"ability to do what needed to be
done" made her a perfect candidate.

She readily
accepted the position, seeking the thrill of danger, hoping it would fulfill
her.

--

“Don’t give me ‘need to know basis’, Admiral. I want to know why we were sent
after her. If my ship and crew are in danger, then I need to know,” Jon
demanded, hardly keeping the sarcasm out of his voice.

Admiral Forrest sighed and realized he wasn’t going to be able to snowball Jon
anymore. “Lieutenant Sato was supposed to have been removed from her current
posting several months ago, but the data and intelligence she was collecting
was too good to pass up. She was placed on Orion Twelve due to her linguistic
abilities and…other skills. She has been able to sample the languages of
several species and has provided vital information for new developments on the
UT. When we realized her cover had been blown… Well you know the rest. How is
she?”

“We got there just in time. She’s alive,” Jon announced grimly, pain reflecting
in his eyes as he remembered her condition.

--

Hoshi could
feel muscles she didn’t even know she had and she opened her eyes and looked
around, her thinking still blurred. Flexing her hand, she winced.

"Hello, Lieutenant Sato. How are you feeling?” a cheerful voice asked as
the fuzzy face of a Denobulan came into focus.

“Where am I?”

“Sickbay -- on Enterprise,” Phlox informed her.

"Jonathan!" she gasped, trying to control her emotions and realizing
it wasn’t a dream. She had to get out of here. She didn’t want to hurt him
anymore. She lay back with tears in her eyes, thinking of how she left him.

--

A thin film of sweat covered the lovers' bodies as they embraced one
another. Jon was stroking her left hand, occasionally kissing it.

Hoshi was
drifting off to sleep, her head resting on his chest.

“Marry me.”


Hoshi stiffened in his arms, muttered a quick, “no,” she got up and started to
get dressed.

Jon sat there, not believing he had been shot down so quickly. “Why not?”

“I have to go.” Hoshi made a move to leave and Jon jumped out of bed, blocking
her path.

He was
angry and he slammed the door as she tried to open it.

Hoshi
shrank back, panic clawing its way up her spine.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Jon backed away. “I’m sorry,” he said in ancilnciliatory tone as he walked to the bed. “Won’t you even conr itr it? I love
you and I think you love me.”

Hoshi could hear the hurt in his voice and guilt crept into her soul. Walking
over to him, she kneeled at his feet, laying her head on his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“I leave tomorrow for two weeks of survival training. Promise me you will think
about it while I’m gone.” Jon stroked her hair.

Hoshi stood up and pushed him onto the bed, silent, but intent on making
love again – one last time.

She was gone by the time he got back from Australia.

--

Jon must hate her. She sat there with tears brimming in her eyes, and she felt
sick when he walked into sickbay. She quickly wiped the back of her arm over
her eyes, leaving it there, wanting to hide from him -- from her past.

“Lieutenant, how are you feeling?” Jon asked and walked up to the bed, keeping
his voice soft and non-threatening, mindful of the trauma she had suffered.

Hoshi looked up at him, taking in his appearance. He had aged well -- the light
reflecting in his eyes highlighting the green flecks. Her feelings for him
surfaced and she felt a blush spread through her body.

“Are you okay? Shall I call Doctor Phlox?” Jon asked.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, looking down and adjusting her covers. “I-I…”

Whatever she was going to say was cut off as the ship shook violently.

Stumbling to
the com panel, Jon shouted, "Sickbay to Bridge! Report!"

“Sir, we are under attack,” the disembodied voice of the tactical officer
replied.

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