“Buffy!  Buffy!  Wake up, luv.  Come on now, Slayer – don’t make me bloody shake you.”

“I’m up, I’m up!  What’s the rush?  Don’t tell me – apocalypse ahoy.  Or is it Tuesday, is it Dawn?”

Finally blinking the sleep out of her eyes, Buffy Summers stared around her, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.  This definitely wasn’t her bedroom in Revello Drive, nor was it Spike’s crypt.  Pushing herself off the floor she took up a defensive stance, left fist tight to her body, right fist raised and elbow bent.  Her legs were apart, her weight balanced on the balls of her feet and she glared around the darkened space in which they found themselves.

“Guess we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” she breathed into the dim light.

“What was that, pet?” the blonde vampire queried.

“Never mind, just let’s find out why we’re here… wherever here…is.”

A bright light flared as Spike tilted his head and lit the cigarette he’d retrieved from his duster pocket.  The flame illuminated their position a little more showing a backdrop of smooth grey and silver walls, matching carpeting and strange metallic doors.  On seeing the doors, Buffy rushed towards them, running her hands all over their surface but coming up with no handles, no way of opening them.

“There’s no way out, Spike.  I can’t find a handle…can you see one?”

Buffy heard the slight shift of his features as he went to vamp mode – all the better to see you with, my dear.  Looking over her shoulder, she couldn’t exactly see him but could make out the outline of his body, his duster flaring behind him, as he strode over to join her and tried to locate a way out.

After a minute or two of examining the surface and trying to push the doors outwards they relaxed against the wall; Spike simply so that he could light another cigarette, Buffy so that she could catch her breath.  Resting her hands on her knees as she leaned her butt against the metallic surface, she glanced up at her companion.  Damnable vampire!  He looked like he was having fun; couldn’t he at least pretend to be concerned while she was having a wiggins? 

He turned his golden-eyed gaze on her and tilted his head in an unspoken question.

“Aren’t you even curious as to where we are and what brought us here?”

“Not really, kitten.  I go with the flow, you know?  And any time I can spend alone with you……….shouldn’t be time wasted…”

He finished off this statement with a lascivious smirk, licking his lips and fangs and thrusting his hips forwards in a provocative fashion.  And bugger – wasn’t it enough to make her want to knock him to the floor and ravage his undead bones? 

“Not being helpful, Spike.  We need to get out of here.  What if we’ve been captured by the Initiative – isn’t this like the cells under the frat house?”

Spike pushed himself upright and slowly looked round, his enhanced eyesight definitely coming in handy.

“Nah, luv.  Way beyond that.  It’s like something from a sci-fi movie.  Like Star Wars or something….”

As he moved away from her to explore the immediate environs, Buffy felt alone and vulnerable.  She wasn’t afraid of many things, being the vampire slayer and all, but there were two things which freaked her out – ventriloquists’ dummies and bug-eyed aliens.  Gah!

“Spike!” she half-shouted.  “Wait!  I’m coming with you.”

He turned towards her and held out his hand, wrapping his cool fingers around her suddenly clammy ones. 

“Don’t worry, pet.  Big Bad’s here – only thing that’s going bump in the night will be me when I shag you silly later.”

Buffy had to chuckle.  Stubborn vampire was centred on only one thing; thankfully it was her.

They moved outwards to touch the right-hand wall and with Buffy trailing her fingers continuously along the surface completed an entire circuit.  There were a number of other doorways; none of which appeared to have any means of opening.  Frustrated, Buffy kicked out at the wall.

“Sheeeeeeeeed – uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh”

“Bugger me, Buffy – you’ve killed the bloody door!”

The strange sounds were created when Buffy had connected with a panel on the wall with her stylish yet affordable boots.  Somehow she’d managed to hit the keypad with the exact sequence needed to make the doors slide back into the wall recess. 

“Aaah, they’re SLIDING doors! DUH! We’re so dumb!”

So saying, the Slayer grabbed her vampire’s hand and dragged him out before they could close on them. 

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Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One, was completing her duty shift in Astrometrics assisted by Harry Kim.  He was efficient, for a human.  The Borg grudgingly acknowledged that the alterations he had suggested to enhance the sensor array had merit and were possibly flawless.  Raising her implant-encrusted eyebrow she spun round to address the ensign.

“Mr Kim, I’m ready to implement the changes but I realise it is the end of our duty shift.  I am going to remain here and complete the transition; I do not require nutritional supplements at this time.”

“Oh come on, Seven!  We’ve been at this for hours – even the Borg need to recharge their batteries.  I’ll stand you a Neelix special…”

The extremely tall blonde beauty fixed the smaller male with a steely glare.  The young man’s refusal to allow her to retain her solitary detachment was irksome.  That he harboured romantic feelings for her was evident in his flushed skin and raised pulse-rate when in her vicinity.  His single-mindedness in his continual pursuit of her was puzzling, given her negative response.  No doubt others found it appealing.  Seven found it irrelevant.

Remembering the doctor’s classes on human interaction, she recalled the appropriate response from Lesson #37.  “Whilst I thank you for the kind offer, reluctantly I must decline.  Maybe another time?” 

Shaken by the suggestion of a rain-check, Harry stuttered out “Uh…..yeah…later, maybe Seven” and hightailed it out of there.

A slight smile tugged at the ex-Borg’s lips as she turned back to her console.  Perhaps she was getting the hang of human mating rituals after all.

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The Slayer and the Vampire were walking stealthily down a seemingly endless corridor.  Many more of the sliding doors led off to either side but there were no indications as to what lay behind them.  The lighting was muted, it’s source not readily apparent. Elevators of some kind were dotted here and there and the upper reach of the curved wall was flat and black, like a computer screen.  They hadn’t met anybody else yet, but their enhanced senses were on full alert.

“Hold on, pet,” Spike drawled as he released Buffy’s hand to reach into his duster.  Taking out a cigarette and his lighter he leaned back against the surface to light up. 

 “You are on Deck 10, Sector B.”

Spike leapt away from the wall and Buffy took up a fighting crouch at the sound of the voice.  Scanning the area and finding nobody, Buffy noticed that the section of wall where Spike had been leaning was now lit up and showing a plan with a flashing dot; a “you are here” map.

“Spike!” she whispered, “look!”

Turning round the vampire approached the illuminated area and touched it again randomly.

“Astrometrics is located on Deck 10, Sector A.”

“What the fuck is Astrometrics?”

“Astrometrics is the main archive for maps and star charts.  Linked to the main navigation guidance computer, it allows Voyager to plot the most efficient route between….”

“Bloody hell!  It was a rhetorical question – and I wasn’t talking to you anyway, whoever you are….”

Buffy stood with her arms crossed, smirking as her vampire lover argued with the voice and twirled around seeking its invisible owner. 

“Spike.  Spike!”

“What?” he turned back to her, exasperated.

“This ‘astrometrics’ thingy might help us find out where we are.  Maps, remember?  And maybe we can find out what this ‘Voyager’ is.”

“Yeah, ok.  Good point, luv.  But where is Astrometrics?”

The disembodied voice answered “Astrometrics is located on Deck 10, Sector A.”

“I got that, pet, but where is Deck 10, Sector A?”

“To reach Astrometrics follow the guide lights to turbolift 7c.  To renew the guide, press the console panel at any time.”

A light pulsed on the dark panel, leading away from their location to the right. 

“Guess we follow the lights, kitten.  You coming?”

Grasping his cool hand, Buffy nodded.  As they started down the corridor she whispered, “I hope so, Big Bad, and sooner rather than later.”

Licking her ear as he leaned into her, he laughed, “You can bet on it.”

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Seven had all but finished the enhancements.  Checking the calculations one last time she upgraded the LCARS computer and signed off the console.  It was time for her to regenerate.  Assuring herself that all was in order she swept out of Astrometrics and headed to the cargo bay and Borg down-time.

“Buffy!” whispered Spike, “there’s someone coming – quick, pet, in here!”

Spike had noticed a small hatch as they’d passed and ran back to it, tugging it open.  The doorway appeared to lead to a crawlspace of some kind, all metal and futuristic looking, tubes and such dangling from above.  He shoved Buffy inside and had just managed to squeeze in himself and close the hatch leaving a small crack to spy through as he watched a tall, sleek, statuesque blonde babe stride past their position.  He swivelled his eyes to watch her passing, not able to stop his appreciation of her form as it was outlined in what appeared to be a second skin of stretchy, shiny material.  Man, that was one well-upholstered female.  If he hadn’t already given his unbeating heart to the petite, wriggling hottie behind him, his demon would have thrown somersaults at the chance of sinking its teeth into that neck.  He caught her profile as she tilted her head and looked back, holding an unnecessary breath as he thought they’d been discovered.  But she carried on walking, and he relaxed his stiff posture.

“What is it?  What can you see?  Did it have lots of eyes, was it green and slimy?”

“Erm… no, not exactly, luv.  Not sure how you’d describe it…”

“So what’ll we do now?”

Spike turned round so that he could grasp his Slayer and pull her towards him.  “Well, we’re hiding in a tube, not sure where or why.  There doesn’t seem to be anyone about…… I suppose we need to occupy ourselves for a little while ‘til we can come up with a plan.”  He smirked at her and raised his eyebrow in that ‘come hither’ look that fried her logic circuits and brought forth her ‘hump-me-now’ tendencies.

To her credit, she made a half-hearted effort.  “No, Spike, we shouldn’t...  we need to find out…….stop that, don’t ………… where we are……mmm, right there, honey …..before we’re found out….oh god, lower, harder …………and taken………oh, yes,  Spike, fuck me!”

Giving up any semblance of resistance, Buffy allowed herself to be swept away, gripping him fiercely between her thighs as he rubbed his groin against hers.  Spike’s mouth was at her neck, nibbling and licking at her artery with blunt teeth and she strained against him huskily moaning his name.  He pushed her back down onto the deck, covering her with his body and grabbing her hands in his, bringing them up to rest either side of her head.  Leaning up on his elbows, he looked down at her flushed face and lust-filled eyes, licking his lips in anticipation.  Buffy wriggled her hips, wanting more than the denim in contact with her soaked curls. 

“Tell me what you want, pet.” he drawled, eyes half-closed.

“You, Spike, I want you inside me and fucking me into next week!”

“Have you been a good girl?  Or a naughty girl?” he teased, dipping his head to capture her pouting bottom lip between his teeth and sucking it into his cool mouth.  “Very good,” she murmured into his kiss, flicking her tongue to taste his as he continued to suckle on her flesh.  Releasing her lip, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, swirling and tasting her, savouring the difference in temperature between their two bodies. 

Buffy’s heart rate went off the scale, her breath coming in little gasps and her hips were no longer in her control as she instinctively sought friction against her swollen clit.

“But I can be bad, if you want….” she moaned against him, bucking up and crushing him closer to her with her thighs, her ankles locked together behind his back.

“God, Buffy!” he growled as his engorged cock threatened to burst through his fly.  Releasing her hands he shrugged out of his duster and one-handed grabbed his t-shirt over his head and off.  Buffy likewise divested herself of her jacket and top, leaving her lacy bra, her nipples poking through the flimsy surface and begging to be sucked.  As she writhed beneath him he lashed out his tongue to surround one pert nub, rubbing the other with his thumb as he reached down to unzip his jeans.  Her breathy moans were zinging straight to his hard-on, causing it to twitch and throb almost painfully.  As he finally released the beast, he groaned against her nipple, the vibrations making her already wet pussy absolutely sopping.

Not wanting any more layers between them, Buffy brought her hands round to shove his head out of the way and unclasped the front of her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble free of the lacy material and into his waiting caress.  His touch sent electric tingles all through her body, his fingers trailing fire in their wake despite their coolness. 

“Spike!” she keened, and he knew immediately what she needed; skin on skin.  She was lost to sensation, her lust rising to meet his own.  He scooted backwards, dragging his jeans off and his boots with them.  Buffy lay sprawled beneath him as he knelt between her legs, hair spread out in a golden cloud, hands up by her head, breasts heaving as she panted, mouth open.  Her bra was still tangled around her arms and Spike snarled at her, “Off”.  Buffy rushed to comply, her nipples hardening further at his commanding tone.  Nobody else could make her feel so much a woman; make her forget her freakish strength. With Spike she could be tender, let him take charge and lower all the barriers; it was an aphrodisiac. 

Roughly, he popped the button on her jeans and unzipped them, pulling them down her legs to pool round her boots.  Without ever taking his eyes from her euphoric face, he quickly unzipped the boots and threw them behind him to clang against the metallic surface of the hatch.  Ridding her of her denim, all that remained between him and paradise was a tiny triangle of arousal-sodden lace.  The delicious smell of her coupled with the sight of her panting body shattered all his restraints and he vamped out, biting down on the lace thong and ripping it from her mound. Slowly he lifted her ass up in his grasping hands to clamp her to him.  He pulsed his tongue inside her, sliding it in and out in a tantalising rhythm, moaning against her as heaven filled his mouth.

Buffy couldn’t remain still and kicked out at the walls that were pressing in on them, denting the metal in her frenzy, the noise echoing down the crawlspace.  As her orgasm began to build, she gripped one of the tubes to the side of her and pulled on it, the flimsy metal crumpling under Slayer strength and giving way in her hand.

“Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!” she shrieked, drowning in waves of pleasure, her pussy spasming around his tongue and causing his cock to seep as his semen threatened to explode out and cover her. 

As she swirled down from the initial ecstasy her eyes widened as he prowled up her sweat-soaked torso, his cock gripped in one hand as he stroked himself languidly before positioning his length at her entrance, his golden eyes fixed on hers, tongue sweeping his fangs and lips.  Buffy brought her hand up to stroke his forehead ridges, still surprised at how erotic she found being taken by the devil within him.  And god, she wanted that demon so much!

“Fuck me, Spike.  Hard. Now.”

With a feral growl, he buried his cock to the hilt in her heated depths, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.  As he withdrew almost entirely then thrust back in - hard, forceful enough to knock their hip-bones together – she whimpered, the skin on her back being abraded as she was pushed back against the rough floor surface.  Getting purchase on a pipe with his right foot, Spike thrust harder, bringing his hands under and around her shoulders to hold her in place.  Bucking up to meet his thrusts, Buffy’s clit rubbed against his shaft sending tingles along her nerve-endings, her hands scrabbling at his back and clawing at his flesh.  As she gouged deeper and deeper tracks with her nails, drawing blood in their wake, the smell gathered in the vampire’s nostrils and his demon took charge completely.  He pulled Buffy’s upper body off the floor and sank his teeth deep into the side of her neck, gulping in her sweet blood as he released his come deep inside her.  Her accompanying scream signalled her own second, leg-numbing orgasm, the twin sensations of suckling at her neck and pulsing in her passage leaving her drained and limp.

As she fluttered her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing, she became aware of soft, gentle licks at the sore spot on her neck closing the bite her lover had bestowed upon her. 

“Mmmmm,” she mumbled sleepily, dazedly grinning to herself as he lifted his head and licked the remaining droplets of Slayer blood from his lips.  As he gazed down at her, the demon receded and the man came to the fore.  Both of them loved her, both of them didn’t know what they’d done to deserve her.  But whatever it was, they were going to continue doing it.

“Happy, pet?” his deep voice rumbled against her chest as his bleached blonde head lay against her, their limbs entangled. 

“Very” she whispered, “but I think we broke the………whatever this is,….. ship?”

“Uh huh.  Well, we’ll leave them a note.”

She chuckled.  “But seriously Spike, we need to get out of here.  I have to get back to Dawn, she’ll be worried.”

“I know, kitten.  But it’s just so amazing having you to myself with none of the usual skulking about.”

Buffy melted as he gazed into her eyes, softly sweeping his thumb across her cheek as he spoke.  Why on earth she didn’t just tell everyone about him, she didn’t know.  Yeah, they’d kick up a fuss, Xander especially.  But she’d been wavering for a while now; Spike helped her patrol, he helped her look after Dawn, he helped her with money, hell, he even helped the Scoobies.  Yes he was a demon, but he loved her, and she…….she loved him back, in truth, even if she couldn’t say the words.    

“I’ll tell them Spike.  When we get back, I’ll tell them.”

She wasn’t prepared for the crushing kiss that took her breath away, or the whooping vampire who gathered her up in his arms and leapt up.  The clang as his head hit the top of the narrow passage and his “ow, bloody hell” made her giggle.

“Big Bad got a goose-egg, huh?  Want me to kiss it better?”

“Always, pet; always.”

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Seven of Nine noticed the slightly open hatchway as she left Astrometrics.  She’d been about to turn back and close it when she realised there was somebody inside the Jeffries tube. Not wanting to startle the intruder she carried on around the slight bend in the ship’s corridor and paused, her hand about to hit her communicator badge, when she heard strange sounds coming from the hatchway.  She’d heard similar noises coming from Lieutenants Paris and Torres’ quarters but had been unable to study the mating ritual in depth, her polite enquiry being interrupted by a furious Klingon-human hybrid threatening to “rip off her head and stick it up her…”  Thankfully, Mr Paris had removed his wife from the immediate vicinity and Seven hadn’t had the opportunity to bring up the subject again.

This may be the chance she had been waiting for to fill in the gap in her knowledge.  She knew the theory, the doctor had been quite graphic in his descriptions, but that didn’t make up for actually seeing the ‘act of love’ as the doctor insisted on calling it.  Making her mind up to use the situation as part of her lessons, she whipped out a PADD from an unseen pocket in her skin-tight bodysuit and approached the Jeffries tube.  Identifying it as being one that linked with the deck above, Seven continued down the corridor and entered the Jeffries tube complex at the next hatchway.  Stealthily climbing up to the next level, Seven slinked along the metal surface on her belly then opened another hatch above her to climb to the higher level.  After negotiating a couple more junctions, she found herself directly above the tube in which the intruders lurked.  Silently opening the sliding hatch between the levels, she was greeted by a sight that intrigued her.

The forms below her were partially dressed, the male in some type of trousers but with a bare torso and the female without a shirt, her breasts enclosed by some strange contraption.  The male was leaning towards her and covering her with his body but Seven could see glimpses of the female as the male moved his head to suck at her flesh through the flimsy fabric.  The female appeared to be enjoying his attentions as she writhed under his touch and moaned out loud.  Seven quirked an eyebrow and made notes.

The female then pushed the male away and opened the front of the odd garment.  Seven tilted her head to get a better perspective.  The female’s breasts appeared to be satisfactory and it seemed that the male thought so too as his hands engulfed them whilst he made groaning noises.  Seven made a particular note that stroking of the female’s breasts gave pleasure to both participants. 

Looking back to the writhing bodies of the mating pair, she noted that the male was now kneeling between the female’s legs and stripping her of her remaining garments.  He threw her boots behind him heedless of where they landed.  Seven duly noted this down, calculating how much time would be lost later when the female came to retrieve them.  Her Borg imperative demanded that she compute a more efficient method of disrobing and she began the analysis as she returned her gaze to the field of combat.

The female was panting and thrashing her head about and Seven strained to see what was causing this reaction.  Her eyes widened in surprise and astonishment as she saw the male’s forehead alter, become ridged, and his eyes blazed golden.  She must ask the doctor about this aspect of mating as he had failed to inform her that the human male altered appearance during sexual intercourse.  It wouldn’t do for her to show surprise when she engaged in sexual congress as no doubt this would disrupt the romantic mood. 

As the white-haired male threw his head back in pleasure she also noted he had two long incisors, fangs, and an abnormally long tongue for a human – which appeared to cause a quite spectacular reaction from the female when he bent his head to the apex of her thighs and ripped the tiny garment, which shrouded her reproductive organs, from her body with his teeth.  The female’s reaction became even more frenzied when the mal buried his head in her pubis, the tongue disappearing inside her vagina.  From the increased noise and writhing this engendered, the female actually denting the walls of the Jeffries tube as she kicked out, Seven gathered it was a particularly pleasurable experience for the female and duly recorded that fact on her PADD.  No doubt the physiological changes displayed by the male had evolved over millennia to increase enjoyment of the act of procreation.  Satisfied with that explanation, Seven returned to her voyeuristic endeavours.

The female called out a name in a guttural tone - ‘Spike’ - and Seven assumed that was the male’s name.  It appeared that the female had experienced an ‘orgasm’ or ‘petit mort’ as the doctor whimsically referred to the pleasure moment that occurred during mating, as was evidenced by her heavy breathing and flushed skin.  Seven watched entranced as the male, Spike, licked his lips and moved up the female’s body to rest between her parted thighs.  As she looked down on the scene she was curious as to what manner of weapon he held in his hand, said hand moving up and down its length.  Whatever it was, it looked positively lethal.  Perplexed, Seven made a note to enquire of the doctor.  For completeness, she quickly made a sketch of the pulsing pole, using her Borg enhanced eyesight to focus in tightly. 

As Seven watched Spike continue stroking up and down whilst kneeling above the female, it occurred to her that she had experienced a reaction to the scene.  Her pulse rate had increased and she appeared to be breathing in erratic shallow gasps.  She also felt warmer than usual and … what was the phrase that Naomi Wildman used when she was eager to escape schoolwork and play……ah yes …squirmy.  Intriguing.

At a command from the female, Spike growled and released the protuberance from his hand and inserted it in the female’s vaginal passage.  ‘Ah’ Seven thought ‘it was the penis’.  Another note on the PADD, but this one with diagrams. 

The male’s hips were frantically thrusting and the female responded in kind.  Seven could not help but admire the perfect synchronicity of their movements – as if they were of one mind.  The female whimpered and drew blood with her nails across the male’s pale skin.  He reacted to this seemingly painful attack by growling and sinking his teeth into the side of the female’s neck.  Seven didn’t recall that in any of the doctor’s lectures.  Another enquiry she must make if she was to experience this aspect of humanity.  Apparently, this pleased the female and the male in equal measure as they simultaneously stilled their thrusts, the female’s body becoming rigid as she screamed incoherently.

Seven continued to observe.  However, the mating appeared to have concluded as the pair lay side by side quietly muttering to each other.  With a lingering feeling of frustration, Seven silently exited the Jeffries tube.  She would inform Commander Tuvok of the intruders en route to the cargo bay.

Striding along the dimly lit corridor, Seven of Nine couldn’t shake the tension from her body.  Commander Tuvok was mobilising a tactical team to retrieve and question the intruders, so she could safely regenerate.  So why was she walking towards the mess hall and not the cargo bay?  As the doors swished at her approach and allowed her entrance to the dining room, she found it empty.  Disappointment washed over her, and she took a moment to analyse its cause.  She deduced that she required personal interaction to deconstruct the images and properly allocate them to the correct place in her lexicon of human experience.  Turning on her heel, she sashayed out of the mess hall and made her way to the quarters of her chosen accomplice.

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Buffy was scrabbling back into her jeans, sans panties, the thong a pitiful shred of lace and elastic gone to that great lingerie heaven in the sky, no doubt rejoicing in the reunion with its many pals.  The vampire was heavy on the underwear budget – and for that alone she would be eternally grateful.  And by shagging each other senseless at every opportunity, they were single-handedly keeping the American lingerie market buoyant. Talk about patriotic!  Despite the heat zinging between them as they brushed past each other during their dressing, they managed to clothe themselves with only minimal kissage time delay.  Buffy really did have to get back to Dawn and now she was all ‘relaxed’ she was anxious to grab hold of the persons responsible for her abduction and kick some ass. 

Buckling his belt in a pose reminiscent of the morning after their first extreme property destruction night together, Spike caught the Slayer’s smouldering hazel eyes.  “Ready to go home, luv?” he queried. 

Buffy nodded, grabbing him by the hand and crawling forwards towards the door.  As she cautiously pushed it open, she gasped and paused on the threshold of the doorway, the vampire behind her nearly shoving her out head first as he failed to sense her dead stop.  “Bugger!” he exhaled as he looked up to find them surrounded by a dozen people in jumpsuits, futuristic looking weapons trained upon them.

As the tactical team stared at the duo, the air around them shimmered and the Vampire and the Slayer disappeared from sight.

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BACK IN SUNNYDALE………..

Jonathan relaxed back onto his invisible lazyboy, hands clasped behind his head and ankles crossed as he smiled smugly.

“Told you we could totally make a transporter, dudes.  Am I the brains, or am I the brains?  Hand’em over.”

Grumbling, Warren and Andrew dropped the figures of Bobba Fett and Yoda into Jonathan’s outstretched hands.

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Seven reached her destination and punched in the override security code to gain access.  Unzipping her bodysuit as she moved further into the cabin, she softly ordered “lights”, dropping the suit to the floor and stepping out of it. 

As she reached the bed she dragged the covers off the sleeping form, causing the bed’s occupant to sit bolt upright, eyes wide with apprehension.

Noticing the naked Borg, his mouth fell open into a silent ‘oh’ as he grabbed for the sheets.

“Mr Kim.  We are Borg.  Resistance is futile.”  Time to put the theory into practice.

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