The BLTS Archive - A 'Major' Fantasy by laurelgirl (mvs120@earthlink.net) --- Disclaimer: Paramount Pictures owns the rights to Star Trek, DS9, these characters and situations, except for the ones I made up. Revised: 12/04/07 --- "Hrumph," Odo uttered his trademark grunt as the Security doors to his office closed behind him. "I certainly didn't sign up for this." Seating himself carefully behind his imposing desk, he allowed his head to fall back against the headrest as he closed his eyes. Quiet, peace and serenity at last. "Wrangling Gunji jackdaw. Coordinating snow removal teams. . . " Odo continued muttering to himself, clearly irritated. They'd explained it to him, up in Ops. Dax had gone into mind numbing detail. Frankly, he didn't care much for the "why" of the matter – he was much more concerned with how to eliminate the problem. Evidently something was causing all the humanoids on the station to turn their imaginations into reality. Whatever they thought turned real. And these humanoids had such fertile imaginations. He shook his head and sighed. Neither action was natural to him. As a Changeling, he only assumed this humanoid form in order to 'fit in' and communicate with the other humanoids in this alien world that was his adopted home. However, he'd copied these behaviors and actions for so long, they'd become more or less second nature to him. He wondered again why he remained with these strange people. // Well, Odo, it's not like you have anyplace else to go, is it?// he chided himself. These humanoids were just so. . . messy. Their lives were messy, their fantasies were messy. They routinely assaulted his innate sense of order. This little episode was just the latest in a whole host of difficulties they made for him. It was bad enough that he knew they had these thoughts rattling around in their chaotic heads, but to see the evidence planted before him was almost too much. He snorted out his disgust with the lot of them. Except Major Kira. She was different. She was far too sensible to be the victim of this epidemic of fantasy turned reality. He continued to contemplate the Major with a certain degree of fondness when Quark, his eternal nemesis, broke the spell of calm that had descended upon him. On each arm, the Ferengi was sporting a scantily clad trollop. //Just like Quark to have fantasies about low class tramps.// "Odo, Odo. . ." Odo took in the wild eyed look of panic on the Ferengi's face. "What is it you want, Quark?" He deliberately dragged out each word, emphasizing his annoyance with Quark's intrusion. "It's . . It's . . ." Quark removed a hand from the waist of one of the girls at his side, and with a shaking finger, pointed in the direction of his bar and restaurant establishment. "It's . . . GREEN!!" Odo followed his gaze toward the bar. Indeed, the bar was enveloped in a gaseous emerald cloud that billowed around the customers. "What is it?" he asked, only mildly curious. "How should *I* know? It's that subspace whatchamcallit. Something somebody dreamed up." "So what do you want me to do about it?" "I don't know. Call a maintenance crew. Just get rid of it." "Fix it yourself, Quark, can't you see I'm busy." He turned away in bland indifference. Sounds of laughter wafted into the Security office. They both looked toward the bar. Evidently the patrons were enjoying the misty green cloud that swirled around them. Assured that his profits weren't in any jeopardy, Quark relaxed and turned his attentions back to the girls, eyeing each with a lecherous leer. "So, where have your imaginings taken you, Odo? A nice, voluptuous shapeshifter for you to mingle with?" As he said this, Quark very deliberately removed his arms from the waists of each girl at his side, and brought his hands up to roughly fondle each of their breasts. Odo noted with alarm that their nipples became much more pronounced against their very thin and revealing outfits. What he felt discomfited him. Quark continued, "Or maybe a…" "Quark!" Odo interrupted him, his voice an impatient growl. "I can imagine YOU in a holding cell." The prurient look evaporated from Quark's face as he contemplated any actual danger he might be in. Odo was in a black mood, and he decided he wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Quark and entourage scurried out of the Security office, returning it to an island of calm amidst a sea of chaos. Odo leaned back in his chair and once again closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander. //What would I wish for, were I so inclined? Perhaps finding my own people, my home world. Discovering who and what I am, Or perhaps even to find a lifeform that values order as much as I do.// "What you are wishing for is me, silly." Odo's eyes flew open to consider the image before him. It was Major Kira. Funny, he hadn't heard the Security doors open. Where had she come from? "Excuse me?" he managed, trying to reorient himself. "I said, what you're wishing for, is me." She strolled towards him. Odo noted that she definitely wasn't walking – this was a confirmed stroll, replete with swaying hips. What had gotten into her? "Major?" He wasn't sure exactly what to say, she was acting so oddly. "Yes. . . Constable?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. She had reached him by now, and was leaning over him, both hands against the chair's headrest, pushing the chair back into a slightly reclining position. She had straddled his legs with hers, and was hovering only centimeters away from his face. A sense of terror was beginning to well up within him. He was trapped, unless he dissolved into his liquid state, which he was seriously contemplating. "Prophets," it all came to him in a blinding flash of comprehension. "You're not real. You came out of my imagination." But how could that be? Major Kira was a humanoid. He didn't have romantic feelings for humanoids. Did he? How could he? He was a Changeling. Not only that, but the Major was his friend. How could he feel *that way* for his friend? A whole new set of fears now assailed him. What if someone saw this display and told the Major – the real Major. She would be furious. He'd seen, and occasionally been on the receiving end, of her fiery temper. She could dismiss him, perhaps even proffer charges against him. He could be recalled to Bajor, lose his commission. Be returned to the research center. . . He felt the telltale sheen of his liquid Changeling substance creep over his face. "Computer," he croaked, his own voice sounding unnatural to him, "Opaque all windows. Security lock, Odo 1742 Beta. Enable." Obediently, the clear windows turned a dull grey, and the door locked with an unmistakable *thunk.* "Nothing like a little privacy," she said as she pressed her lips to his. Now he did dissolve, slithered away from the chair, and reformed himself on the other side of the desk from her. "Major, please. . ." came his desperate voice. "What's wrong, Odo? Afraid of your deepest fantasy? Examine your thoughts. You've been dreaming of this ever since you met me." She slid around the desk and clasped her arms around his neck. "No. It can't be. I've NEVER thought of you . . . the Major, in that way." He clawed through his brain, trying in vain to explain what had to be some anomaly in his thinking. Before he had a chance to delve very far into his mind, her lips had again captured his, and she was gently parting his lips with hers. When her tongue found its way into his mouth, all logical thought fled. He groaned at the sheer intensity of sensations, of the naked pleasure their kiss brought him. For a moment he was paralyzed, unable to move. This assault on his senses was too much. But his lack of reciprocity didn't seem to discourage her. She was moving her hands through his hair, caressing the nape of his neck, running her hands up and down his back. Odo shuddered in panic at these new sensations. He had very deliberately limited any physical contact between himself and the humanoids around him. He knew, from painful experience, that humanoids tended to recoil from him in disgust and revulsion, even when he was clothed in his humanoid façade. His only other memories of being touched were those of the research center, where the Bajoran scientists had brutally experimented on him. Those sensations all revolved around discomfort and pain. He was 'taught' how to become what he was now through pain, and pain avoidance. In all that time, his sensors and tactile receptors had never experienced the sensations of true pleasure. This new feeling, while frightening, was truly exquisite. Cautiously, he moved his tongue into her mouth, copying her own movements. She purred in response, and he felt his form quivering and rippling under his humanoid shell, becoming slightly unstable. His arms seemed to have taken on a mind of their own, as he wrapped them around her waist, then moved down to her hips as she ground them against his groin in what he knew to be a very provocative gesture. She pressed firmly against him, and he found himself retreating, until the back of his legs touched one of the guest chairs. He fell back into the chair, and she followed, so that now she was in his lap. Odo had by now ceased to care about anything other than the astonishing feelings that came from her touch. She pulled herself closer to him, her fingers kneading his increasingly unstable and softening form. Through her real and his imagined clothing, Odo could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into him. He slid his hand between their two bodies and gently grazed a finger over her nipple, which pushed more impatiently against her uniform. She moaned in response and Odo shuddered again. "Major…" he breathed throatily, not knowing what came next. Now it all made sense, he thought hazily, this obsession that humanoids had with coupling. Odo surrendered himself completely to her, kissing her more deeply, as his hands began roaming over her uniform-clad body. That sexy, form fitting uniform. Prophets but she looked good in red! Right at the moment, however, he wanted desperately to touch her bare skin, and wondered exactly how to go about making the restrictive uniform disappear. When she took his hand and guided it under the elastic waistband of her trousers, down to the warm, moist nether regions between her thighs, Odo lost cohesion altogether, and simply enveloped her with his natural substance. *. . . Rapture . . .* --- SEVEN YEARS LATER --- Kira lounged comfortably in Odo's lap. He'd been reading a dataPADD, but she'd just pushed his hand down that held the PADD and was now proceeding to kiss him in the way that always made him feel like he would lose his shape. They were both making little noises of pleasure, enjoying each other's company. //I wonder what made me think of that bizarre incident,// Odo thought idly, as he deepened his kiss. //Perhaps it's because we were in almost this exact same position, or perhaps it's because of the question she'd just asked.// "You can't remember can you?" she asked, teasingly, as she pulled away from him. There was a look of amusement shining from her eyes as she playfully ran her tongue down the bridge of his nose. "Of course I can. I have total recall. You know that, Nerys." "So, tell me, then," she challenged. "When did you first realize you were in love with me?" Odo tilted his head in his characteristic manner that told Nerys he was embarrassed about something. "Go on," she urged "You'll laugh." "No, I won't. I promise." He looked at her hard, judging the sincerity of her words. He really didn't believe her, but she had loved him well enough, long enough for him to feel secure in the knowledge that her laughter and teasing were not done to ridicule him. It had taken him a long time to understand that her mild joking was one of the many ways she demonstrated affection for him. From her, he could accept the gentle barbs she directed his way. Only from her. He slid his fingers through her hair and cradled her head to his breast. She purred in contentment, running her hands absently over his chest, watching his form shimmer slightly as it followed her hand. He kissed the top of her head. Whatever it was that was an integral part of his substance – what humanoids called the heart – was achingly full. He sighed. He could hold her like this forever. "Do you remember, years ago, when all you humanoids were affected by that subspace rupture and the things you were thinking became real?" "Yes, I remember. I imagined that I was caught in a plasma fire, and suddenly it seemed to be happening for real." She tilted her head back and looked at him curiously, intrigued by his recollection of those events. "Well, I experienced my own version of fantasy becoming reality. Only, my fantasy was about you…" --- The End