Four: Monkey Wrench

"You gonna kill me?" Ezri asked.

"I honestly don't know," Tasha said, disrupter still aimed precisely at Ezri's heart. "I don't know what would benefit me more: your death or your cooperation. It's all your fault, by the way."

"My fault?"

"Yes, your fault. You're perplexing, maddening and sometimes annoying, yet you're also resourceful, inventive and gorgeous. You make a girl feel quite confused about her situation."

"Well if this is the way you're gonna go on, I think I'd rather be shot."

"Now how can I carry out that order," Tasha said, lowering her weapon. Ezri took a step forward. "Ah, ah," Tasha said and raised the disrupter once more. "I don't think I'm going to kill you, but I will definitely wound you if you come any closer." She looked Ezri up and down.

"Get undressed," she ordered.

Ezri just stood still.

"Go on," Tasha said, "get undressed or I'll seriously wound you."

Ezri peeled off her shirt, a simple white tank top. She had been sweating, a result of the general heat of the living quarters and the tense situation. Beads of it glistened on her skin.

"Oh, God," Tasha said. "Go on."

Ezri slowly, deliberately, pushed down her dead black panties. There was a small tuft of black hair between her legs. Ezri tossed the panties at Tasha who caught them with her teeth. The Trill stood, presenting herself to the Terran, legs spread, head cocked to one side.

"Oh," Tasha said, "my mouth belongs there."

"Why don't you taste it?" Ezri dared.

"No," Tasha said straight away. "No, I want to see you. I want to see you explore yourself."

Ezri smirked and waited for a moment or two, torturing Tasha, then she ran her hands down the outsides of her thighs. The hands traced the edges of her body, finding their way over the curves of her ass, teasing the cleft.

"Fuck," Tasha said.

Ezri was a little confused by the word, but continued, her left hand staying behind to attend to her ass as her right cupped her sex, her thumb flicking her clitoris. She let her middle finger disappear into her asshole all the way to last knuckle.

Tasha had become aware that most Trills, male as well as female, enjoyed ass play immensely. The Trill in question's eyes were closed, off somewhere in her memory, reliving some past sexual encounter. She dropped to her knees and turned around, presenting her little, round ass to Tasha. Now, two of her fingers were inside her asshole, her other hand slowly, methodically rubbing her sex.

"Oh, God," Tasha said, licking her lips. "You can get all of them inside," she babbled, rubbing her thighs together, "I know you can."

Ezri just smiled over her shoulder, then eyes back to the floor, intent on getting herself off. She managed to get a third finger in.

"Fuck," Tasha said.

Four.

"Jesus," Tasha said.

Now, almost half of Ezri hand was inside herself and she was pumping it in and out rapidly.

Tasha's body lost control, she was cumming her brains out.

Ezri looked over her shoulder and orgasmed herself. When she was finished, she stood up, trying her hardest not to fall over.

"If you're not going to kill me," she said, "you can go now."

The Trill walked back towards her room as Tasha stood up and made to leave.

Ezri stumbled into her bedroom, limping slightly, ass sore, to find Ro sitting up in bed, watching her.

"Did you see that?" Ezri asked.

"Of course I did," Ro said, looking away. "What does she want?"

"Besides me?" Ezri mused. "Nothing good. We have to be careful from here on out."

"Ro only nodded.

Tasha waked calmly to her ship, satisfied with the day's work. She checked her concealed pocket, making sure that the data slip was still there. She didn't have to stay and fuck with Ezri, of course. She could have simply taken the heist plans from the Trill's computer and left, but where was the fun in that? She wanted to fuck with Ezri.

Because that was one Trill who deserved to be fucked with.

Plus, she was gorgeous when she played with herself.

Ezri's little heist was the perfect distraction for the Romulans. The perfect time to put poor Sito into position. To ready the weapon.

Of course, Tasha's scheme would throw a serious wrench in Ezri's plans.

"They deserve it," Tasha said out loud.

All of this reasoning was just window dressing, of course. Blinders, that hid the true meaning of Tasha's hate from sight. The truth was that Natasha Yar was jealous.

And envious.

Ezri had always surrounded herself with people who were interesting, beautiful and undeniably alive. The Rikers, always amusing and fun at parties. Sekonna, mysterious and gorgeous in that Vulcan way. On occasion, Vic Fontaine, a brute, but always reliable in a scrape. Brunt, loyal and friendly. And Ro. Ro Laren, the love of Ezri's life.

Tasha had always been a loner.

Even when she didn't want to be.

The truth was that Ezri Tigan, an orphaned Trill, had grown up with Yar, and her sister, Ishara, on the Free Terran colony, Turkana IV. Ezri was beautiful, ravishing, amazing and maddening.

Since she was also a lesbian, what teenage girl wouldn't fall in love with her? Tasha had, which is why she had been crushed when Ezri had chosen to strike up a relationship with Ishara, not Natasha.

Which was reason enough to fuck Ezri, and her little plan.

Tora Ziyal had spent most of the day dodging Kira, the Intendant. She liked including Ziyal in her little sex games. But Ziyal was tired of it and had begun to simply ignore the woman. It was a dangerous game, Ziyal knew. Kira was a powerful woman. Especially since the Taking of Terok Nor, of which the Intendant was a key figure. But, there was no real worry. She was the daughter of Gul Dukat, after all. Kira couldn't really do anything to her. Besides, she had a date.

The holosuites were mainly used for combat training, but being who she was, Ziyal was able to buy time in them It was just a matter of a few minutes to check for any monitoring devices, then Ziyal was ready. Using a scrambler to cover her tracks, she connected to an obscure subspace relay station. This station circled the signal around a few planets before coming back to Bajor.

On Bajor, Leeta received the signal and uplinked.

And on Terok Nor a holographic representation of Leeta appeared on Holosuite 4. The two women, one real, one holographic, embraced and kissed.

"God," Leeta said, "I've missed you." Ziyal just nodded. She didn't want to waist time talking, but, she was willing to hold back for a little while. "How long do we have to carry on like this?" she asked.

"Not long," Leeta said. "I'm putting something together."

"Good. I can't keep living like this."

"This?" Leeta said, indicating their surroundings. "This is nothing."

"How do you figure?"

"Let me tell you a story," Leeta began. "It's about two lovers, women."

"Naturally," Ziyal said.

"Naturally," Leeta agreed. "Listen. This is a passionate love story and it was told to me by one of my Vulcan friends. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, a passionate Vulcan love story.

But, what can I tell you, I'm friends with some strange Vulcans? Anyway, a long time ago, during the last days of the Terran Empire there was a half-Vulcan, half-Romulan woman named Saavik. She was a Commander stationed to the ISS Excelsior. The Excelsior's captain was a Terran named Sulu. Now, Sulu was a holdout from the early days of the Empire, a savage man who hated the reforms that Spock had instituted. And he had a daughter. A lovely woman full of life named Demora. Saavik fell in love with her, of course.

"Their love was passionate, pure, and dangerous. Sulu found out, of course. And he had his daughter locked up."

"What?" Ziyal asked, shocked. Leeta nodded.

"He had her locked up, cut off from all contact. Now, at this point, there's something you need to understand. Sulu didn't care about his daughter. He didn't care that she was sleeping with one of his officers. No, he hated Saavik. As a Vulcan Commander, she was always questioning his orders, always quoting the rules. He hated that she was always talking back to him. Now, he was willing to give Demora back to her, he only wanted one thing from her. An unspeakable thing. So, do you know what Saavik did?"

"She killed him and took back Demora herself?" Ziyal tried.

Leeta shook her head.

"Didn't think so."

"No," Leeta continued. "She submitted to Sulu. She let him take what he wanted from her."

"And what was that?"

"Her tongue. Sulu cut it out of her mouth with his standard-issue dagger. After that, he never bothered the two of them again."

"What happened to them?"

"Nothing. They found a little place on Vulcan and retired together. After the Alliance swept through the sector, killing and conquering everything in their path, they were never heard from again. We don't know if they perished in one of the many bombings that rocked Vulcan or whether they escaped and disappeared into history."

"That's a horrible story," Ziyal said, horrified.

"But it demonstrates that our situation is not as hopeless as you think. We only have an entire space station full of trained killers between us. No problem."

"The only thing I see between us now are these clothes," Ziyal said, dropping her robes around her ankles. Her skin was smooth, the edges of her body were angular, not curved, but Leeta found her beautiful just the same. The Bajoran undid the front of her shirt, letting her large, round breasts free. Ziyal stepped forward, pushing her robes aside with her foot and grasped her lover's breasts. She knew they were just a holographic representation of the real thing, knew that Leeta was thousands of miles away on Bajor, but they felt real enough. Leeta grasped her lover's ass and drew her closer, planting a wet kiss on her mouth.

Ziyal got down on her knees so she could taste those breasts. Those perfect, big breasts. They were one of the most amazing things Ziyal had ever seen. Almost as amazing as the woman they were attached to. Ziyal sucked and sucked as she snaked a hand between Leeta's legs and felt her in that special place. Leeta pushed her pants down around her ankles, allowing her lover full access.

"I love you," Leeta said as Ziyal's fingers entered her.

"I love you, too," Ziyal said, nipple dropping out of her mouth.

"Don't you stop!" Leeta yelped.

"Sorry," Ziyal said, trying not to laugh. She promptly got back to work on Leeta's nipple. The Bajoran grasped her lover's ass harder and lifted the smaller woman into the air. Ziyal wasn't quite prepared for the move, her teeth pulled a little harder on her lover's nipple. She was like an over-sized half-Bajoran, half-Cardassian baby suckling on her mother's breast.

And, with that image, we will leave the two lovers alone for now.

A slap.

Hard, across the face.

"Wake up, little bitch."

This voice, cutting through her exhausted body. It belonged to that horrible woman, Yar.

"Wake up," Tasha repeated, slapping Sito again. "I have to run a few checks." She brought up a tricorder and scanned Sito's eye. Sito realized that her body had taken to sleeping with that eye open. What a nightmare this was.

"Excellent," she said. "Nothing shows up on scan. Soran does great work."

"Will she work?" a voice from the shadows asked. The voice was somehow familiar.

"Of course she will," Tasha said. "We'll make sure her face is part of some record before she destroys the station and herself." Tasha turned toward the figure in the shadows, who was stepping into the light. Sito gasped as she realized why the voice was familiar.

"Everyone will think you're dead," Tasha said.

"Excellent," the mirror Sito said, smiling demonically.

To Be Continued...

Title: Shards

Author: Hansome Alvin ( hansomealvin@yahoo.com )

Series: Deep Space Nine, The Next Generation, Voyager (with cameos from Nemesis and Generations)

Code: Sito Jaxa/MU Donatra/female, Intendant/f/f, MU Yar/MU B'Lanna, MU Leeta/MU Ziyal

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 6 (5/6)

Disclaimer: Characters from Star Trek (in any of it's incarnations) are property of Paramount. No ownership is implied, nor is any profit gained from the use of them in this context.

Warning: graphic sex, some non-consensual sex, graphic violence, character death (it's the mirror universe!!)

Summary: In the Mirror Universe, Ezri puts her old crew back together for a big score on Terok Nor. But who is she working for? And will any of them survive? Meanwhile, poor Sito Jaxa, in chains and lost in a universe she has no understanding of, is being used as a pawn by the Romulans. Is she clever enough to find a way out? And how can romance blossom in such a crazy, mixed-up, shattered universe?

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Note 2: Special thanks to Susan Wright, who (with her books Dark Passions, 1 & 2) set up some of the histories of these characters in the mirror universe. Thanks should also go to William Shatner, Garfield & Judith Reeves-Stevens, for their "Mirror Universe Trilogy" (Spectre, Dark Victory & Preserver.)

SHARDS

by Hansome Alvin (hansomealvin@yahoo.com)

Five: Twisted Mirror

Sito stared at her double. It was remarkable. This woman was clearly her, but she seemed more beautiful, more glamorous. But her eyes were cold and a leer made her face seem unpleasant and mean. She was wearing what looked like some kind of fetish-suit, black PVC that hugged every curve.

"Is she going to work?," the double asked.

"Perfectly," Tasha said. "Once she's in proximity with the Intendant, she will be drawn towards her. If she doesn't move in her direction, an intense pain will course through her body.

She won't be able to stand it."

"How can I be sure?"

"I made you this," Tasha handed the mirror Sito a small data pad. "It will activate the moment she begins to be drawn towards Kira. If anything goes wrong, if she stops moving towards her, if the device is tampered with, this red light will activate," Tasha pointed to a spot on the pad. "So, any problems, you'll know about it."

The mirror Sito nodded and looked again at her counterpart.

"She is an ugly little thing, isn't she?" the double said.

"I don't know," Tasha said, "she has her qualities." She smiled at Sito. "Some explosive qualities." She laughed at her own bad joke. The double did not laugh, only approached Sito, eyeing her, looking for flaws.

"She's a dyke," the mirror Sito said in disgust, looking at Tasha. "Just like you."

"All right," Tasha said, opening the cell door, inviting the mirror Sito to leave, "time to go. Go back to your ship and fuck your little pretty boy, Locarno."

"I will, thank you," the double said and pointed at Sito. "She better work."

"Oh, she will."

The mirror Sito nodded and left at a quick pace.

"What a bitch," Tasha said to Sito, who was too shocked to respond.

"She gonna work?" Nicholas Locarno asked as the mirror Sito entered their ship.

"She'll work out," Sito said.

"Tell ya, those Romulan spies sure have clever ways of making people disappear. I mean, I thought Tasha was dead till you tracked her down."

Sito nodded in agreement.

"This plan better work," Jean Hajar said. She was in the co-pilot chair, next to Locarno.

"Half the universe is after us--or you, actually." She indicated Sito. "Once they think you're dead, they'll most likely think we were also killed in the explosion--seeing as we are 'known accomplices' and all."

"Yeah, probably," Sito said dismissively. "Locarno, in the back with me. Jean, you handle things for a while?"

"No problem."

"Nicholas and I have a little business to attend to. Take us to Bajor. I want to be near if anything goes wrong with that bitch."

"You know," Tasha said idly to Sito, who was bound, gagged and blind-folded, sitting next to the Terran in a ground flyer, "sometimes I think death would be bliss."

Sito was silent, trying to shut out the world outside of her skull.

"I kind of envy you, you know," Tasha went on. "Sometimes. I mean, I faked my own death.

Kind of a complicated process I have to say. You see, the Romulans are spectacular at cloning. I, after attaching myself in all deeds to them, convinced them that I would be an even better agent if the Alliance thought I were dead. So, they grew a clone of me. It's growth was accelerated, so she grew to my own age in mere months. And then we let it get caught. She was made a slave and eventually killed in captivity. Personally, I was hoping that she would live a little longer. But, you can't have everything. Sito--the other one--found out that I was still alive and tracked me down. And she asked me to do the same thing to her that I did for myself. Course, I wasn't going to tell her how we did it, but I came up with another idea. You see it was an amazing coincidence that I had stumbled upon the Obsidian Order's operative shortly before Sito found me. So, the Romulans plan and her plan meshed perfectly. I thought, 'why not make a little profit for myself.' Right?"

Sito said nothing.

The flyer came to a halt.

"Well," Tasha said, leaning over Sito and opening the passenger door, "this is the place." She kicked Sito out of the flyer onto the hard dirt of the Bajoran desert.

The tip was anonymous. The known terrorist Sito Jaxa was on Bajor, already bound and gagged, waiting to be collected. It naturally fell to the Intendant to obtain her.

Tasha knew two things: 1) Kira would not kill Sito. She hated Sito but was also attracted to her. She would make her a slave. 2) Kira was also away on diplomatic relations in Breen space at the moment. She knew the Intendant would give the order to have Sito taken to Terok Nor and wait for her arrival. Once Kira returned and met Sito, face to face, the entire station would be destroyed.

It was a good plan, as plans go. There was just one thing...

Ezri, Sekonna, Ro and the Rikers pulled up their hoods. Each wore non-descript dark brown cloaks around their weapons and equipment strapped to their bodies. The Getaway was also cloaked, parked at a docking station that had conveniently malfunctioned in the last couple days. No one was going to be using it.

Sekonna stretched a strong, metal wire across the entrance to their ship.

"If someone walks into this, it will trigger an alarm on our communicators." Everyone nodded.

"Does everyone have their dampeners?" Sekonna asked.

Everyone double checked the small, metallic devices on their belts. After each of them acknowledged to the Vulcan, Sekonna turned them. She pushed a button on a small, wand-like device secreted away in her boot.

"Working?" Ezri asked.

"Our weapons will no longer show up on the station's security system," Sekonna said.

"Let's go," Ezri said. "Fast, people. But don't run."

Sekonna operated a door lock and the portal opened, letting the five of them into Terok Nor.

Sito looked at face after face as she was led by a collection of guards through the hallways of Terok Nor. All of these people were going to die. They were going to die because of her.

She was going to murder them all. She didn't care that most of them looked like mean, evil beasts, they were still people. And, very soon, once this "Intendant" arrived on the station, Sito would destroy them all. It wasn't acceptable. Her hands were bound, but they were in front of her. It may have been a dangerous universe, but these guards were stupid. When the one on her right let his attention wavier just slightly, her starfleet training kicked into gear.

And then all Hell broke loose.

Sekonna finished working on the security panel--the Rikers watching for any sign of danger, Ezri and Ro standing at attention--and shut off the security system. Immediately, she opened the door to the room they were standing outside of at the moment. Ezri and Ro stormed into the quarters, surprising Ziyal who was sitting on her bed.

"Who the--" she began.

"Quiet," Ro demanded. "Stand up. Hands behind your back."

Ziyal was about to protest, then she seemed to understand and did as she was instructed. At that moment, a number of loud, pulsing noises were audible.

"That's phaser fire," Thomas Riker said at the door. "What the Hell's going on down there?"

Sito gripped the guard's holstered phaser and immediately shot the guard to left. He fell to the ground, half of his head gone. Wrapping her hands around the first guard's neck, she put his body between herself and the other guards, all the while choking him with her bonds. She fired twice more, blowing holes through two more guards. Grabbing a tricorder off a dazed and shocked tech, she backed herself down the hallway, heading for an airlock. She pushed the guard-shield that she was holding in front of herself out into the hallway and entered the airlock alone. The security system seemed to be down. Immediately, she got to work, opening the doorlock command box and pulling out a few wires. She connected the wires into the phaser she had stolen from the guard. In a few seconds, she had effectively created a forcefield powered by the phaser around the doorway. It would take security hours to get through. She made some quick modifications on the tricorder and began to scan her left eye. Pain surged through her head. Tasha was right, that damn Dr. Soran knew what he was doing. Gritting her teeth to the pain, she kept at it, hoping that she wouldn't go insane at the same time.

At this moment, at two different points in space, the mirror Sito Jaxa and Tasha Yar observed small blips in each of their monitoring devices. Someone was interfering with the weapon.

There was a danger that the project would be compromised. And at exactly the same instant, the two women started towards Terok Nor, determined to see that the project was completed.

Ezri led as the crew moved as quickly as they could down the hallways. The station was being thrown into chaos. They kept having to duck into shadowed doorways as cadres of guards swept by. A young woman, Vulcan and wearing very little clothing ran by them and stopped in her tracks. She approached Sekonna.

"We have to leave, Sekonna," she said. "Where have you been?"

"Do you know this woman?" Ro asked their Vulcan friend. Ezri just stared at Sekonna, then at the young Vulcan woman.

"She's a slave," the Trill said. "She's one of Kira's slaves!"

"Sekonna, let's leave," T'Pena pleaded.

"Hand over the half-breed!" a loud, Klingon voice called out. The strong and menacing guard was leading a group of a dozen soldiers. "You're not leaving this station with her!"

"You bitch!" Ezri said. "You whore! Traitor!"

"Don't jump to con--" Sekonna got out before Ezri punched her in the nose. The Vulcan reeled back, green blood pouring down her cheeks. Ro saw her opportunity and began firing at the guards, pushing Ziyal, Ezri and Sekonna into a doorway. The Rikers also fired a few shots as they followed.

The guards began to fire back.

The first shot took T'Pena in the left shoulder. Shocked, she took a few steps backwards.

The second shot blew off her right arm at the elbow. That was when the pain really began to hit her. Mercifully, the third shot took her in the head and she felt no more.

Ro and the Rikers secured the heavy metal door in place and destroyed the lock, giving them all a little time. Ezri back-handed Sekonna to the floor.

"Wait, wait," Sekonna said. "I can explain." Ezri started to raise her foot, meaning to kick the Vulcan in the face, when Ro put a hand on her shoulder. Ezri put her foot back on the floor.

"You have two minutes," she said to Sekonna.

And in the dead of space, a large ship approached the station. On board, Kira, the Intendant of Bajor, couldn't wait to meet her new slave. And destroy that little bitch Ezri's plan.

Sito threw the tricorder to the ground. It was hopeless. There was no way to turn off the bomb. She thought of all the people on the station. Sure, she didn't mind killing soldiers or guards, but what about everyone else? There was only one option. Her hand crept towards the control that would open the outer airlock and jettison her into space.

"I've been working to free slaves," Sekonna said, wiping the blood from her nose. "I work for the Intendant, buying slaves that I think she would like, then I work on setting them free, they're already in slavery when I buy them. Sometimes I fake their deaths. Those two Vulcans that you took to the other side..."

"How do you know about that?" Ezri asked.

"I delivered them to you. Through Selar. In fact, I just delivered a new slave to Kira, a Bajoran--"

"Well, if it wasn't you?" Ezri mused.

"Those guards knew that you were coming to rescue me," Ziyal said.

"What?" Ro asked, confused. "Rescue you?"

"I'll explain later," Ezri said. "In the meantime, any ideas on who could have betrayed us?"

"Tasha," Ro said.

"Actually," William Riker said, grabbing Ezri's knife from her belt with lightning quick reflexes, "it was us."

"Ezri," said Sekonna, jumping to her feet in front of William. Riker calmly imbedded Ezri's knife into the Vulcan's midriff, puncturing her heart. Sekonna gasped and began to pull her phaser. William grinned horrifically and nearly plunged his whole hand into the Vulcan.

"Oh," Sekonna said and died.

Ezri and Ro grabbed at their disrupters, but Thomas Riker had them covered.

"Uh, uh," he said, his own weapon pointing at them. "Don't even think about moving."

To Be Concluded...

Title: Shards

Author: Hansome Alvin ( hansomealvin@yahoo.com )

Series: Deep Space Nine, The Next Generation, Voyager (with cameos from Nemesis and Generations)

Code: Sito Jaxa/MU Donatra/female, Intendant/f/f, MU Yar/MU B'Lanna, MU Leeta/MU Ziyal

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 6 (6/6)

Disclaimer: Characters from Star Trek (in any of it's incarnations) are property of Paramount. No ownership is implied, nor is any profit gained from the use of them in this context.

Warning: graphic sex, some non-consensual sex, graphic violence, character death (it's the mirror universe!!)

Summary: In the Mirror Universe, Ezri puts her old crew back together for a big score on Terok Nor. But who is she working for? And will any of them survive? Meanwhile, poor Sito Jaxa, in chains and lost in a universe she has no understanding of, is being used as a pawn by the Romulans. Is she clever enough to find a way out? And how can romance blossom in such a crazy, mixed-up, shattered universe?

Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, my website: ( http://www.geocities.com/hansomealvin/ThinkMeWicked.html )

Feedback: send it to the list or myself ( hansomealvin@yahoo.com )

Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/

Note 2: Special thanks to Susan Wright, who (with her books Dark Passions, 1 & 2) set up some of the histories of these characters in the mirror universe. Thanks should also go to William Shatner, Garfield & Judith Reeves-Stevens, for their "Mirror Universe Trilogy" (Spectre, Dark Victory & Preserver.)

SHARDS

by Hansome Alvin ( hansomealvin@yahoo.com )

Six: The Getaway (Grand Guignol Finale)

As Sito started to push the release on the airlock, a figure shimmered into existence right next to her, having beamed in. Sito had time to realize that is was her horrible double before the mirror Sito pistol-whipped her across the face. Sito fell to the floor.

"Why don't you be a good little double and die?" the mirror double said, kicking her counterpart in the stomach. "Get out there and meet your oblivion."

Sito pivoted on the ground and swept her double's feet out from under her. Now that they were both on the floor, the mirror Sito trapped her double in a headlock. Then she put her other hand over Sito's left eye. Sito screamed out in pain.

"How's that feel?" she asked.

Sito responded by grabbing the hand that was covering her eye and pulled it into her mouth.

Then she bit down with as much force as she could.

The mirror Sito screamed in pain and terror. Sito, the "real" Sito, felt one of her teeth break off but also felt the reassuring sensation of a few things from her double breaking off. The mirror Sito finally got herself disentangled from her counterpart, then looked in terror at her left hand.

Three fingers were missing.

Sito presently gave them back, spitting them into her double's face. She stood up, her will to live returning.

"I broke one of my teeth," she said and kicked her double in the face, smashing her front teeth like porcelain. "Now we're even."

She looked through the porthole into the station. A large group of guards were waiting for her.

"You want me to go back in there?" she asked her counterpart. Not waiting for an answer, Sito pulled off her belt and tied it around her left arm and fastened it to the bulkhead, at the same time exhaling as much air out of her body as she could. "Okay," she said and deactivated the forcefield and opened the door. The second the guards began to pour in she hit the airlock release.

"No!" the mirror Sito tried to scream through broken teeth as she and the entire cadre of guards were sucked into space. Sito, horizontal in mid-air, used all of her strength to reach out and push the button to close the airlock.

"How long do you think we should wait?" Jean Hajar said to Locarno.

"As long as it takes," Locarno said.

That was when the frozen, very dead body of the mirror Sito smacked into the viewscreen in front of them. Jean and Locarno looked on, shocked, as Sito's body slid off the viewscreen and drifted into space.

"I think it's time to leave," Locarno said.

"You know, it was fun betraying you," William Riker said, pulling his hand out of Sekonna's body and shaking the green blood off his hand. The knife stayed in the Vulcan as her body slumped to the ground.

"Why?" Ezri asked.

"Why not?" Thomas asked. "You bitches never put out. Why the hell would a couple of guys like us hang out with a bunch of lesbians if we can't fuck 'em over every once in a while. We've been doing it since the beginning."

"Yeah," William continued. "You know that little job we did? The one where we killed all those colonists and made a 'display' of them? That last bit was our idea."

"And your little job was a great opportunity," Thomas said. "Don't think we didn't know the real reason for the job. We know the type of people you've been hanging out with. The Intendant made us a great offer. Nice lady, and at least, because she's bi, she'll put out. And," he checked his watch, "she should be here any minute."

As he was talking, Ro was slowly making her way around him. That was the Rikers weakness. They were in love with themselves. In love with their own words. Ro grabbed Thomas' gun arm, kicking him in the shins, at the same moment that Ezri grabbed the phaser from his hand. In a flash, she was behind him, gun to his head.

"Don't move!" William said. "Don't you hurt him!"

"Shoot her, man," Thomas said. "Just shoot her."

Ro grabbed Ziyal and walked to the door, where she slapped a small, magnetic object to it.

"Get down," she said quietly to Ziyal. The half-Cardassian, half-Bajoran did so. "Then get ready to run."

"Kill her," Thomas said.

"William," Ezri said. William focused his attention on her. "I don't want you to do anything.

I'm going to show you something. Don't got crazy, don't do anything, just watch."

Ezri pulled the trigger of her phaser, obliterating the top half of Thomas' head.

"No!" William screamed.

Ro pushed a button on a device in her hand and the door exploded, destroying a small group of guards on the other side of it. Ezri pushed the lifeless body of Thomas into William, knocking him over.

"Go!" she yelled and the three of them dashed into the hallway.

Sito walked into the hallway slowly, calmly, taking her time. Her little stunt had cleared out the area. She started down the hallway, looking for an exit. She was going to steal a ship. She took another step and dropped to the floor in agony. She got up and held her head. She quickly figured out which way to go. In the direction of the docking bays. The Intendant had arrived on the station. And if Sito didn't keep moving in her direction, she would go insane with pain.

They were almost to the abandoned docking bay when Ezri saw Tasha. She only caught a brief glimpse of her at the end of a hallway, but she knew it was her.

"My God," she said.

"What?" Ro asked, reluctantly coming to a stop.

"I just saw Tasha."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes, it was her! God, what Sekonna said about a Bajoran slave. It's gotta be Sito."

"What? Who?"

"We have to get out of here now!"

The three of them raced into the empty docks. Ro stopped them before they tripped over the wire in front of the door. She undid one end of it. Ziyal got into the ship and as Ro started to follow her, Ezri stopped her.

"Wait," she said. "I want to be honest with you."

"Now?!" Ro said. "Can't it wait?"

"No, it can't. This job, it's not for profit. We're working for the Resistance."

"By the Prophets," Ro said.

"Whatever happens, we have to get that woman to Leeta. It's important."

A phaser blast took Ezri in the shoulder.

"Ezri!" Ro screamed.

"Go!" Ezri yelled back from the ground, smoke rising from the wound in her shoulder.

"Just winged you, did I, bitch?" William said called out from the hallway.

"Go now!" Ezri screamed and kicked Ro into the ship. She activated the door controls as she got up on her knees. Ro was gone with Ziyal in The Getaway.

Ezri rolled into the shadows as more phaser fire was sent in her direction.

"Angry that I killed your brother, asshole?!" Ezri called.

Another blast from the phaser.

"Or angry that I killed your lover?"

A scream of rage as William ran towards her voice. Ezri stood up from the shadows and pulled one end of the steel wire, the other end still imbedded in the bulkhead. William ran right into it, his neck catching on it. Ezri twirled around him, wrapping the wire around his neck tight. She kicked him to the ground and braced herself against his chest as she pulled the wire as hard as she could. She could feel it cutting into her hand but she didn't care. William was making extremely satisfying gurgling noises. She pulled harder and finally his head simply popped off, sending a jet of blood into the air and then rolling across the floor to rest in a corner of the room.

Ezri let go of the wire and slumped down on her ass, allowing herself as much time as she could to rest--a few seconds. Then she was off, running down the corridor.

Tasha was using the tracking device that she had to find Sito. It was dangerous, she knew, but everything was so chaotic on the station, hardly anyone noticed her. She was so intent on finding the Bajoran bomb, just deciding that she could leave, Sito was heading in the right direction, that she didn't see Ezri, who was running down the hallway. Ezri grabbed her by the hair.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said.

Tasha pushed her away, a clump of hair coming out by the roots. "It's my business," she said.

"If she gets to Kira while we're still on the station, we're dead."

"You're right, but how do you know if Kira's here or not?"

At that moment the lights went out and then came back on, alarms going off everywhere.

"What's that?" Tasha asked.

"They've turned the security system back on. No more people beaming in or out, you're trapped," Ezri answered, looking at Tasha. "The Intendant is here."

The two of them looked at each other for another moment, then started running down the hallway, desperately trying to catch up with Sito.

Sito stumbled into what used to be Quark's. She was trying to move as slowly as she could, but even that caused the pain to increase.

Ezri and Tasha caught up with her at that moment.

"Sito!" Ezri called out.

Sito didn't stop, but called over her shoulder.

"Stop me!" she screamed. "For God's sake, stop me!"

Tasha tackled the woman. Sito began to scream as the pain intensified. She tried to get up, but Yar kept pushing her down, trapping her hands behind her back, her legs resting strongly on Sito's.

"Do it!" Tasha screamed at Ezri.

Ezri instinctively grabbed for her knife. She realized that it was still inbedded in Sekonna's body.

"Do it!" Sito screamed.

Ezri jumped over the bar and didn't think twice as she smashed the large mirror behind it with her fist. Her blood mingled with the shards that fell to the floor. The Trill grabbed a nasty, sharp piece and jumped back over the bar.

"Please!" Sito screamed, her body still betraying her, still trying to get up.

Ezri leaned over her and got to work.

Sito screamed. It felt as if icepicks were being plunged into each temple. To say nothing about what Ezri was doing with the shard of glass.

With one finally plunge, Ezri plucked the eye out of Sito's skull. The electronic creation bounced on the ground and rolled away. Sito screamed once more and then passed out.

"Jesus," Tasha said. She got off Sito and stood up. Ezri had grabbed some towels from behind the bar and was bandaging Sito's face. She didn't see Tasha kneel down and pick up the eye. Didn't see as she pocketed the thing.

"Stay where you are," a voice called out. "No sudden movements."

The two women stood up slowly, raising their hands, turning to face their captors. The Intendant was there, as well as Gul Dukat.

"Ezri," Kira said, "how lovely to see you. It's been some time."

Ezri did not respond.

"Execute them," Kira said.

"No," Dukat said.

"What?" the Intendant said.

"They kidnapped my daughter. We have to find her. They may know where she is."

"This is my station," Kira said, each word a dagger.

"This station is owed by the Alliance. No matter how important you think you are, Kira, I outrank you. Take them away! They're coming with me. Damar will get the information out of them."

The guards obeyed, taking them towards the docking bay, Kira giving Dukat a look that would kill.

In the docking bay, Tasha was whispering to Ezri.

"Well," she said, "time to go, I think."

"What?" Ezri whispered back. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Do you really think I'd let you be the only one who got out of that other universe with a cloaking device?"

Tasha smiled wide and pushed Ezri into the guards. She dashed into one of the airlocks as phaser fire rained down after her. Ezri could hear a ship powering up outside. By the pitch, she could tell it was Romulan. So, Tasha had given the cloaking device to the Romulans. God help us all.

"And that's it?" Damar asked.

"That's it," Ezri answered.

"Don't you think it's a little convenient that you didn't have any direct involvement in the assassination attempt?"

"It's the truth," Ezri said simply.

"It's dreck."

Ezri just spread her hands apart in supplication as the doors behind Damar opened. The person that walked came as a surprise to Ezri. It was the Intendant of Sol, B'Lanna Torres, and she was flanked by a hooded figure. This second figure almost looked like a Vulcan priest, although Ezri could not see her face.

"Intendant," Damar said.

"I'd like a moment with the prisoner," Torres said.

"That's a little irregular, don't you think?"

"I don't care if you think it's even against the law, I'm the Intendant of Sol. And since this floating research center is in the Sol system, I'd like a moment with the prisoner."

"Yes, Intendant."

Damar left them alone.

The hooded figure pushed back her hood. It was Tasha. Ezri stared at her.

"Don't start," Tasha said. "She talked me into it." Tasha indicated Torres.

"We won't have much time," Torres said.

"Right," Tasha said and tossed a small object to Ezri. B'Lanna immediately started to work on the small data monitor on the table.

"Once I finish here, we'll beam out," Torres said.

Ezri saw what she was doing and smiled.

Damar jumped to his feet as the alarms went off. Those alarms meant that the security system was down and that someone had just beamed out. He ran into the interrogation room.

Sitting on the table was a monitor. Of course, that wasn't abnormal, it was always there. No, what was abnormal was what it was showing. It was automatically bringing up personal information about Kira Nerys, the Intendant of Bajor. The computer was systematically bringing up everything that the Alliance had on Kira. Which, of course, was everything that there was to know about the woman. History records, sexual practices, fingerprints, retinal sc--

And then he noticed what else was sitting on the table. What was sitting and looking at the monitor.

It was an eyeball.

Damar ran towards the table.

He was only inches away from it when the computer screen displayed an image of Kira Nerys' retinal scan and the eye detonated, destroying the entire station.

Ezri couldn't believe it. She was escaping. Escaping with Tasha, Torres, a bruised and bandaged Sito Jaxa, Leeta, Ziyal and...

Ezri looked around.

Sitting at the back of the cabin was Ro Laren.

Ezri ran towards her, not afraid to show her affection, not afraid to say that she loved this woman. That she had always loved this woman.

Sito looked at them with her one eye. Just looked at them, seeing how happy they were.

"What now?" she asked.

"Now, we get you home," Leeta said, "to the other side. I'm sure they can fix you up nice there. Get you an artificial eye."

"I don't know," Sito mused. "Sometimes you have to sacrifice something to survive."

Leeta smiled at Ziyal, a tear rolling down her cheek.

So many bodies.

How to atone for all this?

  You Are Forgiven

They didn't talk to each other.

That was not needed. They went to the back of the ship into one of the cabins.

Almost instantly, their clothes dropped to the floor in a heap. The much smaller body of Ezri jumped into Ro's arms and they kissed. They dropped onto the hard bed and kissed and kissed and kissed.

Ezri began to suckle a nipple as Ro grabbed ahold of Ezri's perfect, small, round ass. The Bajoran was astounded as an orgasmed rocked her body. She hadn't even been touched down there. She slapped Ezri's ass, hard. Ezri made a little yelp. She sounded like a little girl. Ro just laughed.

Ezri extended a hand and let Ro suck on her two front fingers. She was so good at that. Ro was so intent on sucking that Ezri was able to sneak a slap onto her lover's ass. The Bajoran beamed, dissaprovingly, pulled Ezri's body along her's, her crotch riding over every bump and curve of flesh. Finally, her sex rested just below Ro's chin. The Bajoran rubbed the hair-covered mound up and down with her chin, her lips just brushing the folds.

Ezri could hardly hold herself back. She wanted to scream, wanted to grasp hold of Laren's head, pull her up, kiss her and tell her how much she loved her. She was so wrapped up in her ecstacy, so dazed by the wonderous glow of the experience, that it took her a moment or two to realize that she had done just that. She hadn't thought about it. It had already happened.

Ezri looked into her lover's eyes and smiled. That, somehow, made everything all right. Made all the hell and torture all right.

Perhaps there was a future for all of them.

The End