The BLTS Archive - The Devlin's Advocate
by Patricia L. Givens (jadzia7627@msn.com)

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April 7, 2008

Disclaimer #1:  This story is an original work of fiction
set in the pre-existing universe of Star Trek: Voyager.  As
such, many of the characters and references used within
belong solely to Paramount Pictures.  I have borrowed them
for the purpose of creating this scenario and promise to
return them unscathed, and smiling, as soon as I am done. 
No gain, monetary or otherwise, is expected from their use
and no copyright infringement is intended or should be
inferred.

Disclaimer #2:  All original characters and storylines
contained herein belong to the author. (Like anyone else
would claim them! J )  This story may be archived upon
request with the stipulation that it must be posted exactly
as it was written, with all disclaimers intact.

Inane Disclaimer #3:  I honestly have no idea what this
story will contain.  I wrote it with my eyes closed so that
I wouldn't offend myself.  If you are easily offended I
recommend you read it the same way.  If you are under 18,
but over 16, and your name is Hermione, call me. ;)  If this
is illegal where you live. . . hey!  What are you doing
reading this with your eyes open???

Who To Blame:  This story is a response to a challenge from 
ZoeAmory on the Voyager Conspiracy Boards.  Her challenge
guidelines  were as follows:

1. a crewman Devlin (messing things up) 2. contains the
sentences "I told you people to leave me alone, I told you
to beat it! Oh, sorry, I thought you wuz mah grandmah" AND
"It'll only cost a quarter! 3.  a bit of inanity

And before you ask, no, I have no idea what she was smoking.

This one is dedicated to Zoe, because it will always be duck
season.

This is the one in which I use the plot device I swore I
would nevah  evah use!  Hey, it worked!  That's all I've got
to say.

To all that makes us unique!

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Captain Janeway's eyes flew open as she rounded the corner
outside of Astrometrics.  She threw her hands up to shield
herself from the large orange blast of light that filled the
corridor but still ended up on her backside.  The PADD she
was holding flew out of her hand to smash spectacularly
against the bulkhead as the air was knocked from her lungs.

"Oooph!"  She remained on the floor for several seconds
until the ringing in her ears subsided.  Looking up, she saw
Seven of Nine stick her head out the door and glance down at
her.

"Captain!"  The Borg rushed to her side, kneeling on the
floor next to  her.  "Are you injured?"

"Only my pride."  One eyebrow arched sardonically as she
accepted a hand up.  "What the hell was that?"

The blonde frowned.  "Crewman Devlin persuaded me to allow
him to recalibrate the energy couplings in Astrometrics." 
She brushed her hand across the Captain's backside, trying
to dislodge the few dust particles her trousers had picked
up.  She was completely oblivious to the heated flush that
crept into the older woman's cheeks.  "I was skeptical that
he had the knowledge necessary for the task, but as I could
not formulate a method of stating that opinion without being
rude, I allowed him to proceed with his attempt.  This is my
fault, Captain.  I apologize."

"There's no need for that. . . "  She stopped mid-sentence. 
"You didn't want to be rude?"

Seven lifted her chin as she sighed in frustration.  "The
Doctor has instructed me that 'words can hurt'.  I was
attempting to 'show some  discretion'."

"I see."  The Captain chewed on her bottom lip as she tried
to hide a smile.  "Well, good for you.  Mr. Devlin wasn't
hurt was he?"  She frowned slightly, something about that
name. . .

The Borg rolled her eyes.  "Not that I can tell.  He ran
from  Astrometrics when it became apparent that the conduits
were going to explode.  He could have injured you!"  She
linked her hands together behind her back as anger filled
her features.  "I find his behavior most objectionable."

Janeway placed a hand Seven's arm.  "He may have been
frightened, Seven.  I think we should check on him."  She
held her hand up when  she saw the blonde's eyes narrow. 
"We will address his running away, I assure you."

"Acceptable."  She slapped her commbadge.  "Computer, locate
Crewman Devlin."

"Crewman Devlin is in Holodeck Two."

The Captain's eyebrows rose.  "That's an interesting place
to run to.   Let's go."

They walked together down the corridor to the turbo-lift. 
Seven glanced down, a frown creasing her forehead when she
noticed that  Janeway was limping.  "You have been injured! 
We must proceed to sickbay!"  She placed her arm around
the Captain's waist to help support her as she barked,
"Deck Five!"

"Halt turbo-lift."  She turned to face the Borg, trying to
ignore the arm that held her tightly against the curvaceous
form.  "That's not necessary, Seven.  I must have pulled a
muscle, that's all.  It can certainly wait until after we
check on Mr. Devlin."

Seven looked at her defiantly for a few moments and then
inclined her head.  "As you wish.  Resume turbo-lift, Deck
Six."

The older woman faced the doors, counting the seconds in her
head until the lift finally stopped.  To her dismay, Seven
did not drop her arm when they exited, choosing instead to
tighten her hold as they made their way to the Holodeck. 
The softness pressed against the entire length of her side
caused heat to spread through the Captain's limbs as her
heart rate increased dramatically.  She was grateful when 
they finally reached their destination to find the Holodeck
doors locked from the inside.  It gave her something else
to focus on.  She tapped her commbadge.  "Captain Janeway to
Crewman Devlin."

There was a pause.

"Mmmm. . . yeeeeessss?"

Janeway blinked.  "Mr. Devlin, open this door."

"I'm sorry, but there's no one in right now.  Please leave
your  message at the beep.  BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"

Seven snorted.  "He is insane."

The Captain rubbed her forehead.  "Mr. Devlin, I am giving
you a direct order to open up this door!"

The Crewman's voice rose to a high pitch.  ""I told you
people to leave me alone, I told you to beat it!"

"Ok, that's it."  The red-head tapped the Holodeck control
panel.  "Computer, unseal the doors to Holodeck Two,
authorization Janeway Omega Seven."  The Borg glanced at
her sideways and she instantly  regretted the decision to
create her new security code the morning after a
particularly vivid dream.  Grateful they had something else
to worry about at the moment she stepped into the dark
Holodeck to see a blue shouldered form scurry behind a
large object.  "Mr. Devlin!  Present your self at once!"

"Don't come in!!  I've got no pants!!"  Two yellow eyes
peeked out at her.  "Oh, Captain, it's you!  Sorry, I
thought you wuz mah grandmah."   He stepped our from behind
his console, his hands twitching uncontrollably.

She stepped closer to him, finally remembering why his name
had struck a chord.  He was Lucirian.  They were a small,
red skinned species with large yellow eyes and Vulcan like
ears.  There had been a great deal of debate when they had
fist applied to the Federation.  It seemed that their
biological make up required a specific chemical to keep
their mental processes in balance; a chemical that occurred
as a natural by-product of the plant life on the Lucirian
home world, and no where else.  Lucirians that traveled
off-world had to have monthly injections otherwise they
were prone to paranoid delusions and erratic behavior.  It
was only because their psychosis had never presented itself
as violent that they had been cleared for ship duty by
Starfleet.

"Your behavior is unacceptable, Crewman."  Seven moved
towards him.   "Your actions have caused injury to the
Captain."

"Seven!"  Janeway grabbed her by the arm and pulled her
back.  "Are you familiar with his race?"

"Species 2674, Lucirian."  She cocked her head to one side.
"The Borg found their biological distinctiveness lacking.
They were not added to the collective."

The Captain nodded.  "There's a reason.  They require
constant medication.  Mr. Devlin is obviously without his
meds."

Comprehension filled the ex-drones features.  "Understood."

The older woman limped forward slowly, holding her hand out
as though to a small child or a wounded animal.  "Crewman,
you need your medication.  Let me help you.  We need to get
you to sick bay."

Devlin leaned forward and sniffed her palm.  "Will there be
pie?"

She coughed slightly, trying to remain serious.  "Yes, I
promise,  there will be pie."

"Well. . .  ok."  He placed his chin in her hand.

The Captain tapped her commbadge.  "Janeway to the Doctor."

"Yes, Captain?"

"I'm going to be transporting Crewman Devlin directly to
sick bay, Doctor.  It seems he's forgotten to take his
medication."

"Devlin?"  She could almost hear the Doctor's eyes widen. 
"The Lucirian?"

"Yes Doctor."

"Let me initiate the transport, I have erected a force field
here in sick bay in case of any problems."

"Very well."  She watched as the crewman disappeared in a
shower of silver sparkles.  "Oh and Doctor? Make sure
there's pie."

"Pie?  What are you-"

"Janeway out."  She closed the connection quickly to keep him
from  hearing her laughter.

"You find this amusing."  Seven accused.

"Oh, he didn't mean any harm, Seven.  We just have to make
sure he stays on his medication, for all our sakes."  She
glanced around.  "However, I would be curious to know what
he was doing in here.  Computer, activate program."

The Holodeck doors slid shut behind them as bright sunshine
shone down from above, illuminating their surroundings. 
Janeway turned in a circle, taking in the bright colors and
musical sounds of a Boardwalk  Midway, complete with a penny
arcade, food stands and multitudes of children.  "What in
the world?"

"Captain."

She glanced at Seven, who was standing beneath a large
multicolored  banner that read, 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAOMI!!'

"I remember Naomi Wildman expressing interest in this form
of  entertainment after one of her lessons on twentieth
century Earth  culture.  She indicated that she wanted to
visit a Midway with her  mother, but that her mother never
had the time.  Devlin works with Ensign Wildman in
Biometrics.  He must have been trying to recreate the
experience for her as a surprise for Naomi."

"Well, that was nice of him."  Janeway nodded at a nearby
corn dog vendor, holding up two fingers.  She handed one of
them to the younger woman and tried not to laugh when the
Borg's eyebrows crawled up her  forehead.  "It's a corn dog,
Seven.  You eat it."

"Dog?"  The blonde looked at the large batter covered object
at the  end of its stick with disgust.  "I was under the
impression that dogs were 'man's best friend'.  Do you eat
your friends, Captain?"

The red head choked, coughing violently to try and clear her
airway.  The hot dog vendor was nice enough to hand her a
soft drink, which she drank gratefully.

"Are you all right, Captain?"

"Yes, Seven,"  she wheezed, fanning her face with a napkin
to cool the  heat that had suffused her cheeks.  "I'm fine. 
And they aren't really  made of dog.  They're made of beef. 
Try it."

The Borg nibbled on one end of the sausage.  Finding it to
her liking, she took a larger bite.  "It is good!"

"Try it with this."  She handed Seven the coke bottle, a
gentle smile curving her lips as she witnessed the younger
woman's enjoyment of the sweet beverage.  She watched as
Seven looked up and down the midway, the delighted
expression on her face making her seem impossibly young.

"What else may we try?"

Janeway smiled, shielding her eyes from the sun with one
hand as she pointed out the booths that lined the
boardwalk.  "Well, from here I can see funnel cake,
hamburgers, ice cream, donuts, roasted white  corn, and. . . 
fried candy bars.  However, we're on duty, Seven. We can't 
stay."  She saw the brightness dim in those incredibly blue
eyes and hurried to add, "But I promise to bring you back
after our shifts are over.  Ok?"

The Borg nodded happily.  "That is acceptable."

"Glad to hear it.  Computer, end program."

Nothing happened.

The Captain frowned.  "Computer, show doorway."

Again nothing happened.

"What in the world."  She ran her hands along the walls of
the food stands, trying to find an access panel, but had no
luck.  "Computer, emergency over-ride, authorization Janeway
Omega Seven."

Nothing.

With a growl of frustration she tapped her commbadge.
"Janeway to  the Doctor."

"Are you checking on the pie?"

The Captain bit her tongue.  Guess I deserved that one.  "I'm
checking on your patient, Doctor.  Is he lucid?"

"Yes, Captain.  But very drowsy.  I had to double his dose
to counteract the withdrawal symptoms."

"Quickly, before he passes out, Seven and I are trapped
inside the Holodeck program he created for Naomi Wildman. 
Ask him why the program won't terminate."

There was a pause and then the Doctor responded.  "He said
Naomi was sad that her mom never had enough time to spend
in the Holodeck with her, so he built in a password so the
program wouldn't terminate until Naomi wanted it to.  He
bypassed all other command protocols."

"All right, well, ask him what it is."

"I can't.  He passed out."

She closed her eyes and silently counted to ten.  "Thank
you, Doctor.  Janeway to Lieutenant Torres."

"Torres here."

"B'Elanna, I need you at Holodeck Two.  Seven and I are
trapped inside a password protected program and my command
over-ride isn't working.  We're going to need you to open
the door from the outside."

"Right away, Captain."

"Well," Janeway smiled at Seven, trying to lighten her own
mood.  "I guess since we're stuck here we might as well
check out the rest of the midway."

They moved slowly up the boardwalk, both of them smiling at
the  children that laughed and played around them.  When
they came upon the penny arcade, however, Seven stopped,
looking curiously at the row of fiberglass animals that
lined the front of the building.  Stepping closer to them,
she laid her hand on one shaped like a large horse.  "What
is the purpose of this object?"

The Captain grinned.  "It's a ride!"  When Seven stared at
her blankly, she stepped up to it and climbed on, settling
into the hard enamel seat with a smile as she tried not to
notice that her feet didn't dangle all that much.

The Borg continued to look at her in confusion.  "This is
enjoyable?"

Janeway looked closely at the metal box attached to the ride
and then  held her hand out palm up.  "Computer, one North
American twenty five cent piece."  The coin appeared on her
fingertips and she quickly inserted it into a slot next to
a sticker that read "25?".

The horse immediately jumped into motion, moving on its
small track while the Captain held on to the saddle horn.
"It's a kid's ride!"

Seven watched her rock back and forth, a strange sensation
forming in the pit of her stomach.  "I see."

"Did you want to try it?"

"No-" Seven swallowed.  "Not at this time, thank you."

Janeway's watched as bright pink crept into the younger
woman's cheeks, wondering what was going on.  Without
thinking, she jumped off the ride, landing heavily on her
injured leg, which buckled beneath her.

"Captain!"  The Borg grabbed her quickly, sliding her arms
around the small form to keep her from falling.  "What is
wrong?"

"It's just my thigh muscle."  She grimaced. "It's cramping
up.  I need to rub it out."

Seven glanced around quickly.  In between two of the shacks,
she saw a small grassy incline shaded by a large tree. 
"There."  She pulled the Captain towards it, keeping her
arms firmly in place until she had lowered the older woman
gently to the ground.  Kneeling beside her, she rubbed her
hands together quickly.  "Take off your trousers."

The Captain's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline.  "I
beg your pardon?"

"You require heat to loosen the cramped muscle."  She
increased the speed and pressure of her hands against each
other.  "The heat I can  provide, but the material of your
pants will block much of its absorption. Therefore, logic
dictates that you must remove the clothing."

"I don't think that's really necessary, Seven."

The Borg took on an obstinate look.  Grabbing the fabric at
the waste, she ripped it along the seam, exposing the
Captain's leg from hip to dainty booted foot.

"Seven!"

"We can replicate another pair of trousers for you when I am
done."  She had gone back to rubbing her hands together.
"Are you prepared?"

Janeway nodded.  "I guess so, I mean how bad can it b. . .
YOUCH!"  Her eyes watered as the younger woman pressed her
palms against the skin of her thigh.  The amount of heat
Seven had been able to generate was phenomenal and, after
the initial pain, the Captains eyes closed in relief as it
seeped into the complaining tissue.

Slowly, Seven began to move her hands, her long slender
fingers  working firmly into the muscle as she leaned back
on her elbows, her  head lolling back on her shoulders as
the pain ebbed away and the massage became incredibly
enjoyable.

Not thinking, Janeway laid back fully, placing one arm under
her head  as she drew her knee up to allow Seven better
access.  "Oh my god,  Seven." She whispered; her voice
breathless.  "That feels unbelievably  good."  She heard a
soft intake of breath but placed no significance  on it as
the fingers slid onto the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.  
"MMMmm. . . .oh. . . "  She felt the younger woman shift
next to her, felt the long body curve against her side as
gentle fingertips moved up even further until the edges of
them brushed lightly against the sensitive flesh between
her legs, causing her hips to rise from the ground  before
she could stop them.

Eyes flying open, she grabbed Seven's hand, stammering, "I'm
sorry!   I'm sorry, Seven. . . "  The words trailed off as
she looked into blue eyes  filled with desire and. . . 
hope?  "Seven?"

"Captain. . . "  She pulled her hand out of Janeway's grasp
and laid it on  her stomach, her fingertips making small
circles against the heated  skin as they traveled downwards
to slide under the peach colored lace the Captain had worn
that morning.

Seven paused for a moment as her hand brushed through short,
curly  hair.  She studied the older woman's face intently;
silently begging  her not to make her stop then slid her
fingers into the warm wetness  between her legs.

Janeway groaned; her head falling back into the grass when
Seven found the swollen ridge of flesh at the top of her
cleft.  "There," she whispered.  "Oh god, yes, touch me
there. . . "

The Borg complied, her heart pounding loudly in her ears as
she watched her touch tear through the Captain's composure.
The regal features she had come to love went slack, then
tightened, then went slack over and over again as she
increased the movements of her hand.

The older woman suddenly reached down and stopped her. 
"No."  She whispered, breathing erratically. "Not like
this.  Not this time... not the first time.  I want. . . I
need to feel you against me.  Please. . . "

Slowly, Seven nodded.  Reaching behind her neck, she
unfastened her  biosuit and peeled it away as the Captain
removed the rest of her uniform.  When they were both nude,
Janeway held out her hand.

The Borg raised one eyebrow.  "I am much heavier than you."

The Captain laughed.  "Trust me."

Seven lowered herself onto the older woman, her body shaking
when skin met skin.  "Captain. . . "

"Kathryn."  She corrected as she slid her thigh between
Seven's legs.  Her hands latched firmly onto the perfect
globes of her ass, using them to pull her more firmly
against her.

"Oh!"

"You like that?"

"Yes!"  Seven whispered.  Thinking back to how she had felt
as she watched the Captain on the ride, she shifted her
weight to her knees, gliding the wetness between her legs
back and forth along the smaller woman's thigh as her own
leg pushed up against Kathryn's sex, making her raise her
hips to increase the contact.

As the pleasure built within her, she looked down at
Kathryn, thinking how beautiful she was, how perfect her
lips were. . .   With a small sigh,  she kissed the her
gently and then pulled away.

Kathryn felt the lips against hers, tasted their sweetness,
and cried  out when they vanished.  Reaching up, she wrapped
her hand around the back of Seven's neck, pulling the
blonde down while she pushed herself  up with her other arm.

Their lips met passionately, bruising each other in their
need before opening to allow their tongues to play wetly
against each other.  When Kathryn tore her mouth away to
gasp for air, Seven's lips trailed down  her cheek, stopping
at her neck where her teeth bit down roughly.

It was too much.

Points of light appeared behind Janeway's eyelids as a huge
wave of ecstasy crashed over her, making her cry out loudly
as her nails dug into the smooth skin of Seven's back.  She
felt the younger woman stiffen against her and then begin
to shake uncontrollably as she threw her head back in
release.

They collapsed together onto the grass, their bodies' slick
with sweat  and their muscles limp as they lay in each
other's arms, both of them  trying to breathe.

"That was. . . "  Seven whispered after several long
minutes.  "Most  extraordinary."

"That?"  Janeway laughed.  "That was just the introductory
lesson."  She brushed damp blonde hair from Seven's
forehead with her  fingertips.

The Borg looked down at her in alarm.  "Does that mean we
will not do that again?"

The Captain smiled at the dismay in her voice.  "Of course
not."  She kissed her gently.  "We can do that whenever you
want."  A wicked smiled played on her lips.  "And it'll
only cost you a quarter!"

Seven blinked.  "A quarter?"

Kathryn laughed.  "For the pony ride."

The program around them terminated and the Holodeck doors
slid open  allowing B'Elanna to step inside.  "Hey you
figured out the password!"   Her smile froze when she saw
the two women wrapped around each other.  For a moment, she
just stood there with her mouth hanging open, then her eyes
rolled back in her head and she passed out, landing heavily
on her back.

"That looked painful,"  Seven commented.

"Yes well,"  Kathryn kissed her quickly.  "If she pulled a
muscle she can go and see the Doctor."

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The End