The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest
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Jadzia Dax, Science Officer of Deep Space Nine, walked the halls of the Starship Enterprise. Not the familiar Galaxy class vessel commanded by Jean Luc Picard, but the original Constitution class ship commanded by James T. Kirk. A starship currently in orbit around space station K-7.
Less than twenty-four hours before, her own starship, Defiant, had been hurled a hundred and five years back in time to the mid twenty-third century. An incident engineered by an elderly Klingon in human form who had gained access to a Bajoran Orb the Defiant had been transporting. His goal, to return to the scene of his greatest failure, K-7, and to revenge himself on the cause of that failure, James Kirk.
Jadzia and the crew of the Defiant had thwarted the assassination attempt on Kirk, locating the bomb the Klingon had planted and removing it from the station. To do so, they had needed to disguise themselves as Starfleet officers of this period during their search. Something the Trill hadn't minded at all.
There was something to be said for the uniforms of this Enterprise, Jadzia thought. In some ways they were a definite improvement over the unisex jumpsuits of her own era. The tunic she now wore, red for ships services, reached only to her thighs, displaying both her long legs and the rest of her graceful form. Even her hair, normally tied back in a functional braid, was now woven into an elaborate, if old style twist. No one was going to mistake her for anything but a woman.
Defiant, orbiting K-7 under a the protection of a cloaking device, silently awaiting Jadzia's return in order to use the Orb to make the return trip through time; a passage that had been planned several hours before, but delayed by the discovery that one of the modified tricorders they had used to search for the explosive earlier had inadvertently been left on the Enterprise by the search party. Outwardly, it looked like any other tricorder of the time, but within were components that wouldn't be designed for decades to come. As such, it couldn't be abandoned.
Returning to the place the crewman had last remembered having it, Jadzia was disappointed to find it wasn't there. Silently she stood in the side corridor, pondering her next action.
"Lose something?" a young man in an orange jumpsuit asked after watching Jadzia looking in and below one of the connecting Jeffries tubes.
"Actually I did," Jadzia said with a disarming smile, thinking if the crewman worked in this area he might have seen what she was searching for. "It's a little embarrassing really. I was working here earlier today and I left in such a hurry that I forgot my tricorder."
"A Mark IV?" the crewman asked.
"Yes it was," the dark haired woman said hopefully.
"I found it when I came on duty." he said.
"That's great," Jadzia beamed, thinking that her task had just been made simple. "Could I have it please?"
"If I still had it, I'd be glad to give it to you," he replied apologetically. "But when I couldn't find an ID number on it, I turned it in to ship's stores.
"Ship's stores," the woman in red asked, "where is that?"
"You don't know where ship's stores is?" he asked, now looking at the unknown officer in front of him with a more suspicious eye.
"I've only been onboard a few days," Jadzia quickly offered. "I transferred off the Concord and I haven't really learned my way around the Enterprise yet. This is a really big ship." she added, remembering the name of a lesser class ship of this period.
"Yeah, it does take some time to get use to it," he replied, his doubt now allayed. "It's down on deck twelve, I can show you the way if you like."
"I think I can manage," Jadzia said, thanking him for his help and heading for the nearest turbolift.
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Jadzia found ship's stores easily enough, and the Lieutenant acting as Quartermaster was more than cooperative. He confirmed that yes indeed, the tricorder she had been searching for had been turned in a few hours earlier. Unfortunately, it had also been signed out to someone else during the interim.
"No problem," the Quartermaster said. "We'll just get you a new one."
"Actually, I need to find that one," Jadzia said, "I hadn't downloaded the results of some tests from it yet. Could you tell me who signed it out."
The Quartermaster took a moment to refer to some information on his computer screen, then turned back to Jadzia. "That was signed out by Lieutenant Uhura," he said. "Would you like me to contact her and get the unit back for you?"
"No, that won't be necessary," Jadzia said with her best smile. "Thank you for your help."
"My pleasure," he said, watching Jadzia turn and walk down the corridor.
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That the tricorder had been given to someone else was a problem, that it had been given to the Head of Communications was a bigger one. One that Jadzia didn't want to exasperate by going through channels to get it back. Eventually someone was going to look past her smile and this tight uniform and ask who she was. The "I'm new here" defense really wasn't going to hold much water with someone who would've seen every transfer order that had been made recently, as Uhura certainly would have.