Visitors 1
Shows: Buffy: The Vampire Slayer/Voyager
Buffy/Other/Other (Alexandria Scott/Seven of Nine. Slash/F/F/F)
Timeline: No specific. Angel is a baddy, Buffy fell in love with another. Takes place after my story "Saviors" but isn't part of that series. Basically, its a stand alone in my own little universe.
Summary: As I said, the Trek-verse collides with my Buffy-verse. The girls show Seven a lil' bit more about bein' human. Started out as PwP story on no sleep for over 24 hours, but.. I like to think I made one up in there somewhere. But hey, don't get me wrong. Smut is my middle name.
Rating: NC-17 ,br>
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Alex. Buffy belongs to Joss and Seven belongs to that whole Star Trek thing. The girls only do what I wish were possible, so the story itself is mine. And, just to cover my butt..
The following contains descriptions of 2 women in love. They happen to have a very physical nature about them. If this offends you, is illegal where you live, or you're just not old enough, stop reading now. Come back when you've got a sense of adventure, some years behind you, or you've moved.
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by Brandy
Things had been going really well between us. More often than not, lately, I was sleeping over. Tonight was no exception. In fact, the next week was ours. Her mom was off at some convention and had decided to stay a couple days after. So, for the time being, I moved in.
I was lying on my stomach on Buffy’s bed, stretched out so my head was at the bottom. Buffy was lying next to me, on her back, leaning against her headboard. Both of us were in matching sweats and tank tops while we watched one of our favorite shows, "Voyager" and engaged in one of our favorite mock arguments.
"Alexandria Scott, you just watch the show for her." Buffy said, teasing me gently. Her hand rested on the back of my calf, thumb stroking lightly.
"I so do not. Its a good show. Good plots, good cast, good acting.."
She cut me off. "There’s a blonde…"
I looked at her over my shoulder and scowled. "Now that’s just not true. I happen to find the Borg very interesting." She started to say something, but I spoke up. "As a *species*.. Not the individual."
"Uh huh." She half nodded and shook her head at the same time, grinning at me. I felt my heart catch a little at that smile. It was so damned cute! I wrinkled my nose at her.
"Just goes to show what you know." With that, I turned back to the TV. And kept my drooling over Seven of Nine to myself. Buffy knew she was right, not like I really made any secret of it. The argument was just so much fun to have. It was a weekly ritual. Besides, I knew for a fact Buffy liked her just as much as I did. She just wasn’t as vocal about it.
Soon after we realized our feelings, we began to take on each others hobbies. I now worked out with her, helping her improve while getting myself in shape. She now watched "Voyager." It was a good arrangement. I buffed up, pardoning myself the pun, and kept my favorite show. Aside from "Xena" of course. But that’s a whooooole other story.
"I know for a fact that you just like her because she’s blonde, blue eyed with big boobs." Buffy shot back quickly.
This was new. I turned and looked at her. Stared at her hair for a few minutes, then traveled slowly down to her chest. Just as deliberately I looked back up into her eyes and lifted my brow. "You have a problem with my taste in women?"
She blinked at me. Then started laughing. I just smiled happily at her. I think the argument was mine tonight.
"Besides. You like her *just* as much, for the same reasons, as I do." I chuckled and blew a kiss at her. I had just turned around when I felt her shift, but before I could look, a weight on my back pinned me to the bed.
"You are soooo going to pay for that." She said in my ear.
"Oh no.. Oh god no. Buffy. You wouldn’t…" I squirmed but had no leverage to move. I was helpless to the hands that moved to my side and began a torturing assault of tickles. "Noooo.. Not that, anything but that.. Come on, Summers! You’re killin me!"
"You’re mine now, Scott!" She kept me right where I was, unable to do anything but lie there and laugh hysterically.
"Now! Admit you watch it for the Borg and I’ll stop."
"Oooh.. that’s not fair." I laughed then squeaked when that earned a renewed attack on my ribcage. "Alright alright alright!" I couldn’t stand it anymore. "I watch it for Seven!" I was breathless from laughing so hard.
"Much better." Buffy chuckled softly in my ear and stopped tickling. "I’ll never let you live this down you know." She settled her weight a bit differently, more comfortably, but she still lay on my back.
I sighed deeply and relaxed, letting an over-dramatic tone enter my voice. "I know. Woe is me."
She mock growled and nipped my shoulder lightly.
"Oh.. Hey. Watch it you. Don’t interrupt my show." I carefully hid the smirk trying to come over my face.
I heard her tone change, her voice dropping an octave, sending shivers up my spine. "Oh?" Her mouth lowered near my ear once more. "What are you gonna do if I do?"
I swallowed. "Um.. you… don’t want to know." Her warm breath on my neck was slowly dissolving my brain.
"That bad, huh?" Her lips brushed against my earlobe. "Just can’t tear your attention away?"
I started to shake my head, stopped when I realized that moved my ear out of her reach. "That’s right. I can’t. And…." I hesitated, then continued as the idea took form. "You can’t make me."
Her head drew back. "Are you challenging me?"
I felt secure once more. "Not at all. Just stating fact."
She pressed her body against me. "You sure?" Her voice had dropped even more, skittering along my nerves with its silken tone.
I drew a shuddering breath. "Uh huh." Oh this was going to be better than I thought.
"I’ll just see about that."
She moved her head back down once more, nuzzling at my neck. Her lips pressed behind my ear, the back of my neck, my shoulder. My skin goosebumped under her gentle touch. I forced myself to look back at the screen. ‘I can do this.. really.. I can do this…’ Her hands traveled along my arms, reaching forward to twine her fingers with mine. Which let me feel her breasts against my back in full detail.
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to find the strength to hold on. On the screen, Seven was busily working on..
*
…a new project for Captain Janeway. She half frowned in concentration. This was very important to the Captain and the crew of Voyager. Therefore it was important to her. The ship had become her Collective. She would do what she could to maintain its happiness. Though, to her, happiness was still illogical and irrelevant. She may not understand, but she would comply.
She quickly tapped out a few more commands, eyes moving intently over the screen in front of her. She was about halfway through a new program that might adapt slip-stream technology to Voyager. If successful, the ship could reach its home quadrant in hardly any time at all. And that was so much more preferable than fifty five years of travel.
She paused a moment, half-surprised by her thoughts. Not too long ago she wasn’t willing to go back to Alpha Quadrant, preferring to stay behind. The thought of having to be around so many individuals made her uncomfortable. She had a hard enough time adapting to life on the ship. She wasn’t sure how she could adjust to so many others.
Though.. As she told Captain Janeway. Becoming a drone again wasn’t an option either. Not after having a taste of what it was like to be human. An individual. To be able to say what she felt. Do as she pleased. She corrected herself. As she pleased within the confines of Starfleet protocol.
She turned back to the computer, her Borg-implant enhanced hand moving quickly and efficiently, one with her thoughts. She must finish this subroutine before it was time to regenerate. The computer could work through it on its own then.
*
I watched Seven work at her computer station in Astrometrics. Aloud I wondered, "Wonder exactly how.. strong.. that hand is."
Buffy stopped her assault on my senses long enough to look up. "I’ve read a story here and there on the web that indicates great strength."
I chuckled. "Net stories at Wil’s again?" I craned my neck to look back at her.
She winked. "You know it. Besides, you’re the one who got me hooked."
I shrugged. "Hey, what can I say. I’ve got good taste."
She licked my shoulder. "I’ll say you do."
I bit my lip, relaxing only when I was able to suppress the moan that rose up out of my throat. "So, what else have you read in these stories?"
"Oh.. Not much. Just… A little here and there." She ground her hips against me.
This time the moan half escaped before I cut it off. I focused back on the TV. Or at least tried to.
"The hand is supposed to be really sensitive. All that Borg techno stuff on the pads of her fingers."
"Where else does she still have the implants? I’d missed a lot of the episodes last season." I shifted a little, feeling Buffy move slightly over, letting her weight fall more on the mattress than me.
She stopped for a second, her chin resting on my shoulder. "I believe.. Well, the page I read implied implants on her stomach, going all the way around to her back. She’s got to regenerate somehow. There’s a couple on her arm, but you saw that in the season finale while they played velocity."
I nodded. "That’s not bad." I couldn’t stop myself. "I’d love to find out if the tummy implant is true."
She nipped my shoulder again, harder this time. "You would, would you?"
I practically leered. "Oh yeah. Love to get that suit off her and show her how to act human." I laughed. "Harry had his chance, he blew it. Besides… She’s not sure what she wants yet. She could like women." I nodded with self importance.
She laughed, the sound curling around me, causing a responding chuckle. "Oh yeah. And you’ll be just the woman to show her, right?"
"Sure. Why not."
She moved completely off of me, hand propping up her head. "And what would you show her?"
I turned to face her. "I’d start off slow." Leaning forward, I kissed her gently. "Show how much can be felt with the simple things."
Buffy sighed softly in contentment. My hand reached up and caressed her face. "Show her what it is to have a woman touch her." I watched her eyes drift closed and placed soft kisses on her eyelids.
Letting my hand drift down her side, I urged her to lie on her back. Tracing designs on her stomach, I eased my fingers under her shirt. She opened those wondrously blue eyes and smiled at me. Once again, my heart pounded and I realized just how lucky I was. My hand moved slowly upward and I touched the underside of her breast.
She shivered slightly, her back arching. I fully covered her breast with my hand, palm rubbing gently at the nipple that stiffened instantly in response. Her fingers had traveled up my arm and cupped the back of my head, pulling me down into a breath stealing kiss.
When it broke, she smiled at me. "Seven would be very lucky to have a teacher like you."
I chuckled. "Thank you. I think." I tilted my head to look at her. "You do know.. I’d do nothing without you at my side."
She started slightly. "Me?" At my nod she shook her head. "You’d want me there? Why?"
"Because.. I love you. I want to share everything with you. I would never want you to think that you meant less to me than anyone else." My hand squeezed lightly. "What, you mean you wouldn’t want a chance to discover just how human a Borg can be?" I winked. "At least *that* Borg?"
I felt her heart speed up. "I.. see.." Buffy’s breathing got a little deeper. "Well. Put like that.. I suppose.. I’d be insane to say no." She laughed. "Strange as it sounds.. I wouldn’t feel threatened." She stopped and looked at me.
On the screen, almost forgotten, Seven had put the…
*
… finishing command on the routine. She stepped back, a small feeling of triumph moving through her. She quickly analyzed the emotion and set it aside for future reference. That should do it. She quickly looked through the equations. No flaws that she could detect. She set the computer to run a simulation, learn from that and run another. Continuing until every possible outcome had been mapped for this particular portion of her plan.
She watched for a few minutes as it was executed, noting with a feeling she had felt once before. Satisfaction. It was working. Now she could regenerate.
*
"You do realize just how insane we are, don’t you?"
"Why’s that?"
"We’re sitting here discussing whether or not we’d have sex with Seven of Nine. A character on a TV show. And whether or not we’d both be ok with it." She shook her head. "This has got to be one of the most.. Bizzare.. Conversations I have ever had in my life. And believe me. I’ve had a lot."
I grinned. "This is.. so true." I traced her nipple with one finger. "But its a nice thought. All that.. delectable.. Borg at our fingertips. Much like.. I have you right now."
Her breath hissed in between her teeth. "Maybe." Her hand tightened in my hair. "Why don’t you show me."
"I will comply." My lips met hers in a deep kiss, my tongue passing her lips and dancing within her mouth. Her hand held me tightly to her, my own fluttering over her stomach, caressing the swell of her hip. I pulled back slightly, stilling her protest with a quick kiss before slowly pulling at the hem of her shirt.
Bending down, I kissed her stomach as it was bared, tracing the well defined muscles before dipping once into her belly button. She giggled and helped me slide the shirt off. I hungrily raked her form with my gaze, soon followed by my hands. I touched every part of her, fingers soft and gentle despite the need racing inside me. She leaned up slightly, pulling my own shirt off, then pulled me down on top of her. The feeling of our bare skin sliding against each other sent deep waves of pleasure through me. Centering deep within and causing the ache inside to grow.
An unintentional glance at the TV as I shook my hair out of way showed Seven turning her back on the computer console. And missing the sparks that suddenly erupted. I turned my attention back to Buffy. Seven could wait.
Even if the console…
*
….exploded behind her as she walked away. The blast knocked her to the floor, doing nothing more than stunning her for a second or two. Seven immediately regained her feet and faced the computer.
It was alive with electricity. Somehow the routine had caused this. Some sort of fatal feedback loop error? Her mind already trying to discover what had gone wrong, she moved to the console, getting ready to shut it down.
*
I rolled over Buffy, slipping my knee between her legs and pressed up against her. I was rewarded with a groan and pressure against my leg. Her hands crept over my back, nails raking lightly. I gasped and arched myself against her, my head thrown back slightly. She took advantage of that and leaned forward, capturing the skin of my throat between her lips and sucking hard. My eyes closed, my last sight of the TV. Seven was walking blithely into a…
*
…energy field. Too late she noticed the light in front of her. Noticed too late the tear in space that loomed ahead. She tried hard to stop herself, calling out to the computer to notify Torres and Janeway. But it was too late. She was moving too quickly. She entered the void.
*
My closed lids were suddenly assaulted by an almost blinding light. I quickly snapped them open and stared in shock at the apparition in front of me. Buffy flipped over, knocking me off her as she quickly jumped to her feet, hands at the ready to do whatever was necessary.
I blinked against the pain in my eyes, trying to clear away the after images.
I could see.. A woman.. stepping.. out of sheer blackness into the room. A woman.. I blinked again. I had to be dreaming. There is no way this was happening.
A woman had appeared out of thin air in Buffy’s room. She was wearing a brown mesh-like suit. Her left eye had a metal implant over it, as well as one on her right cheek.
"Oh my god." The words left my mouth involuntarily. This drew her immediate attention. I was suddenly struck with the full impact of a Borg’s stare. I froze, pinned beneath that cold look. I could see her eyes take me in, size me up, dissecting me in an instant. Only when her gaze turned to Buffy did I realize I was holding my breath.
Buffy was just as much in shock as I was. She was just better able to resist the urge to do nothing but stare. She was still at the ready.
"This has to be a dream." The words escaped once more without thought.
"Dream." The voice was the same one I’d heard every week. "I do not dream." Cool. Analytical. I could detect only the slightest hint of apprehension. "Therefore…
*
…this must be reality." She looked around. "But which." Her mind worked furiously. Obviously something had happened when the console exploded. It must have opened a dimensional rift. That had happened before, she knew. Just not to her. She’d read the ships library, at least most of it. She knew of time travel, dimensional voids in time. She just had to remain calm and not upset the natives. She would need their help to get back to Voyager.
The two human females just looked at her. Were there ears deaf? Or did their minds just not function on the level of those on the ship.
"My designation is Seven of Nine. You may call me Seven if you wish." She turned her gaze to the one least affected by her presence. "I will not harm you."
She watched as that one slowly lowered her arms, but, Seven noted, did not relax completely. She remained ready to move if needed. Seven approved of such tactics. Very logical.
That one spoke up, her voice a bit shaky, though her body radiated calm. "I’m Buffy Summers. But you can call me Buffy." She pointed at the other, who stood there as if in stasis. "That’s Alexandria Scott. But you can call her Alex."
Seven nodded. Things were proceeding well. She had established communication, let them know she wouldn’t hurt them, and identified everyone involved. Now she could take in the rest of her surroundings.
They were.. Alien. That’s the only way to describe it. But, as a Borg, she had assimilated thousands personally, and millions through the memories of the Collective. She was used to adapting quickly. It was a small room. It had a.. youthful feel to it. Which went well with her estimation of the age of the one called ‘Buffy.’ Between the human females was a bed, a nightstand next to that. A window showed that it was nightfall, though maybe they never had daylight on this planet. Another look at the two girls showed that theory was wrong. In their half naked state they showed evidence of tan lines. Something else she had learned about in the ship library.
Seven studied them intently.
‘Buffy’ appeared of average height. Her hair was blonde, lighter than Seven’s own. But the eyes were remarkably close in shades of blue. The female appeared to be quite muscular. Apparently she kept herself in shape.
‘Alex’ was a bit taller than Buffy. Her hair a fiery auburn, while her eyes were a deep green. This one, too, was in shape, though not as much as her companion.
She cocked her head to the side slightly. "Is it customary for women to go half dressed in this dimension?"
She noticed both girls flushed a deep red and scrambled for discarded garments that lay upon the floor. Pulling them quickly over their head and shoulders, they obviously considered themselves dressed. Though, from the slight amount of material involved, Seven couldn’t see how that made a difference.
‘Buffy’ stammered a little. "N.. no.. its not. Not at all." She seemed to run out of things to say. Seven thought she was trying to come up with something else, but was too embarrassed.
That was an emotion she had learned to associate with humans in several ways. Running through those, as well as what she had seen just as she stepped through the rift, caused her to think these two humans were engaging in copulation. Which puzzled her. She knew of copulation was to produce young, or to satisfy human urges. But how did one do that with someone of the same sex? Her studies had shown pairings of same gender, but she had yet to see it in practice, or discuss it with anyone.
She realized she had been staring for some time.
"Where.. is this place? What quadrant and planet?"
The one designated ‘Alex’ spoke up. "I.. think this is Alpha Quadrant. Its..
*
…Earth." My mind was reeling. ‘This can’t be happening. It just can’t. There can *not* be a Borg in Buffy’s room. A character from a TV show can *not* be standing here, acting like she’s.. well.. Her.’
But Seven seemed to seize on that. "Alpha? What’s the stardate?"
Buffy looked at me. Seemed it was my turn again. "I’m.. not sure of the stardate, but its 1998. From.. what I’m thinking right now, several thousands of years in the past from where you just left."
I tried to calm myself. ‘Now.. this sort of thing always happens on ‘Star Trek’ and things work out just fine. You always wondered if there was really such a thing out there, and we just watched it on TV, a fancy of the imagination that turned out to be real somewhere else.’ I think I was going into shock because that worked and made sense, and worked. I relaxed a bit more. I could handle this. I could. I watch enough of this to handle it... Don’t I?
Seven looked around again. "This place. What is it?"
Buffy spoke up. "My room. Um.. welcome?" She tried a half grin that died when that piercing gaze turned on her.
"Thank you. I am sorry for the intrusion into your world." She inclined her head.
"Uh.. Thats.. Ok… I guess this thing happens to you a lot?" I think it was Buffy’s ability to bounce back after the strange occult things that happen to her that allowed her to sound so normal.
"Not to me. But to others I have researched."
"Oh. Well, how.. often does it turn out good in the end?"
"I do not understand." Seven lifted her brow, her implant gleaming in the light.
Buffy tried again ."How often.. Did the people get back to their own.. Time?"
"That I do not know. I did not complete my research. But I believe it had a high success rate. If I may ask.. How did you know to call your space Alpha Quadrant. And how are you adapting so quickly to my presence here?"
I drew in a deep breath. Buffy looked at me and nodded. "Well.. you see.." I took the plunge. "I know more than you think. And…" I tried to find a way to explain it that would appeal to her sense of logic.
"This dimension has.. I know.. Oh this is hard."
Seven waited patiently, having fallen into what I knew to be her normal stance. Hands clasped behind her back, listening intently.
"We have television, which I’m sure you’re familiar with…?" She nodded once. "Well.. we have shows that entertain us. And.. if you accept the fact that anything is possible somewhere in the universe.. There is a show on that.. Tells about.. you."
She stood there while she processed that. I shifted from one foot to the other.
"This show. What has it told you?"
"That.. you are part Borg, part human. You come from a ship called Voyager where your captain is Kathryn Janeway." I stopped as she actually showed startlement.
"You, know all this?" Disbelief faintly tinged her voice.
I pointed. "Yes.. and a lot more. In fact.. its on right now.."
She turned quickly, eyes…
*
…darting to the box that had been emitting sound from behind her. She hadn’t looked at first because she wished to ascertain the threat the humans might have possessed, then because she had dismissed it as irrelevant. Now she wasn’t so sure.
It had happened only a few times before, but Seven was stunned with what she saw. Captain Janeway was standing in the lab she had so recently left against her will. With her was Tuvok, Harry Kim and B’Elanna Torres. They were running various instruments over the ruined console.
"How.. can this be happening?" Seven couldn’t look away. The others were discussing what had occurred, where Seven could have gone. Apparently her command to the computer had worked, and it had informed Janeway of the accident and the rift. "I…" Words failed her.
Alex spoke up. "This.. episode.. Showed you working on trying to get slip-stream technology to work for ‘Voyager.’ " Seven looked back at her, eyes a bit wide.
"You know even that?? What I was doing mere moments ago?"
Alex nodded. "All I can think of is.. Somehow, what happens correlates across the time lines and dimensions, in one way or another. If you accept everything is possible somewhere in the universe, then how hard is it to imagine that some dimension actually contains the shows we watch on TV. Or that somewhere this one is some worlds entertainment. And that they happen simultaneously."
Seven turned that thought over, attacking it from all sides. She found she agreed with that theory. "That is logical."
"Sooooo.. Whatever went wrong in the computer sent you here.. but.. I don’t know where you ended up on the episode." Alex shook her head. "And I don’t think we will for a while."
Seven turned back to the ‘television’. "Why not?"
The words ‘To Be Continued’ formed on the screen.
"That’s why. Its.. not done yet."
Seven nodded, adapting fast to these changing events. "I can guess that the others will retrace my steps, taking precautions, and find a way to bring me back. Until then… " She looked around again. "I am trapped here."
She noticed the two girls exchange panicked looks. "Is this going to be a problem?"