Title: LOGICAL
Author: Hansome Alvin (hansomealvin@my-deja.com)
Series: Voyager, Search for Spock, Undiscovered Country
Code: 7 of 9/Saavik
Rating: NC-17
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Warning: graphic sex, (fairly light) bondage
Summary: Former Vulcan lieutenant Saavik, lost somewhere in space, seeks the assistance of Voyager
in tracking down her old enemy (and lover). Meanwhile, Saavik and Seven strike up a rather friendly
rapport.
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LOGICAL
by Hansome Alvin
"Naomi Wildman," Seven of Nine said to the little girl following steadily behind her down the starship
corridor, "why are you so inquisitive?"
"I want to learn things from you," Naomi said, beaming.
"Ah," Seven said, "ship procedures and such. I have been teaching you these for some time now."
"No, not those. I've learned a lot from you already."
"Then what do you expect to learn from me?"
"Well, I'm getting older."
"Yes, you're aging quite normally."
"I'm changing."
"As should be expected."
"I want to be like you. You're my role model."
Seven stopped, looking at the girl.
"You want me to teach you how to be a woman?"
"Well, yes."
"How do you expect me to teach you how to be a woman, when I am having trouble with it myself?"
"You seem to be doing okay to me."
"Thank you, Naomi Wildman, but I do not have your confidence."
Seven started walking again. Naomi followed, smiling wide.
"A ship is hailing us, Captain," Tuvok said. "Vulcan, scout class." Was there a hint of pride in that last
statement? Hope, maybe? Janeway couldn't tell.
"Put them on screen," she said, trying to conceal her own hope.
The screen lit up and a Vulcan woman, older but attractive with long dark hair, spoke to Janeway.
"Captain," she said, "I am Saavik, former lieutenant of Starfleet. I need your assistance."
"Lieutenant," Janeway began.
"Just Saavik," the Vulcan interrupted, "if you please, I am no longer a lieutenant."
Saavik. That name was familiar, Janeway thought.
"All right," she said, "Saavik. What kind of assistance?"
"I am tracking a criminal."
"Who?"
"Volaris, a Vulcan woman."
"A Vulcan criminal?" Janeway said, disbelief in her voice. It was almost unheard of.
"Yes," Saavik said. "I have reliable information that she has been in this area recently."
"How's this, Saavik? We'll hold your ship in place with a tractor beam, you come aboard and discuss
this. What do you think?"
Saavik didn't respond for a moment.
"That will be satisfactory," she said.
"Tuvok," Janeway asked when Saavik disappeared from the screen, "are you familiar with this Lt.
Saavik? I recognize the name, but can't place it."
"Lt. Saavik," Tuvok said, "was a highly regarded member of Starfleet eighty-five years ago."
They just don't age, Janeway thought, reminding herself to check Tuvok's age when all this was over.
"She was being trained as a captain," Tuvok continued. "She was to be given the Enterprise. That was
shortly before Captain James T. Kirk destroyed it in a battle over the Genesis planet."
"Why was she demoted?" Janeway asked. "Was it because of this Genesis situation?"
"No, she was cleared of all wrong-doing in those matters. Shortly after these events, she decided to stay
on Vulcan instead of continuing her Starfleet training. While there, she took a lover, Volaris. They
continued their affair despite the fact that Vulcan society discourages homosexual relationships."
"And this is why she was demoted?"
"No. Volaris also joined Starfleet and, like Saavik, worked under James T. Kirk. She was one of the
conspirators who assassinated Klingon Chancellor Gorcon and attempted to assassinate the President of
the Federation when the Klingon Empire began to be integrated into your culture. One of the Klingon's
moons, Praxis, exploded, thereby destroying their major source of raw materials."
"Yes," Janeway said, "I remember reading about it. Saavik broke her out of prison, didn't she?"
"Yes. The two disappeared after that."
"Proceed with caution," Janeway said to the crew. "We don't know what to suspect."
Seven met Janeway and Tuvok at the Transporter bay.
"Thank you for coming so quickly, Seven," Janeway said, heading into the room.
"Of course, Captain," Seven said, following the two inside.
"Phasers on stun," Janeway said as the transporter was activated.
Seven and Tuvok readied their weapons. A shimmer of light, accompanied by that electronic, grating
sound, appeared on the transporter pad. Saavik, dressed in a functional, unglamorous outfit, emerged
from the light shimmer.
"What's the meaning of this?" she asked, noticing the weapons.
"You're a criminal," Janeway said. "I'm arresting you."
Saavik raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Nothing to say in your defense?" Janeway asked.
"No," Saavik said. "I am a criminal."
"Come with us."
Saavik obeyed orders.
"You're reformed?" Janeway interrogated the Vulcan in the brig. Saavik was behind a force field.
"I realized the error of my ways," Saavik said.
Seven still accompanied her captain, listening intently.
"Why did you break Volaris out in the first place?" Janeway asked.
"She was my lover. I was," Saavik looked away from the two of them, "in love."
She seemed ashamed of this. Or, at least, as ashamed as a Vulcan could be.
"Love is blinding," Janeway said.
Seven unfortunately picked that moment to be inquisitive.
"I do not understand that phrase," she said.
Janeway gave her a hostile look.
"It is an illogical statement," Saavik said.
Janeway looked at her now.
"But it is true," Saavik added.
Seven regarded the Vulcan, not knowing what to make of her.
"I thought Volaris was just momentarily misguided," Saavik continued her story. "But she wasn't. She
obsessed about her failed conspiracy. She began experimenting with time travel technology, consulting
the usual sources. She wanted to go back in time and try it again. She thought she might be able to get
it right this time. I tried to stop her, but she eventually converted this stolen Vulcan ship to her
calculations. I managed to get on board, but I couldn't stop her. She activated it. It worked. We traveled
through time, but forward, not back. Seventy-eight years. Volaris also forgot to take into account her
space co-ordinents. We were halfway across the galaxy. The machine broke down after that. It wouldn't
work. Volaris lost her grip on reality, became schizophrenic. She almost killed me, but I managed to
lock myself into the cargo bay. We landed on a planet some time later, where she deserted the ship, and
me. She killed three locals and stole their ship. She's obsessed with finding a way home, a way back to
her own time. I repaired our ship up to flight capability and have been tracking her ever since. I've
found numerous dead ships and outposts. She's been busy, you might say."
"She's crazy," Janeway said.
"That is the human term for it," Saavik said.
"All right. I believe you. Seven, will you arrange quarters for Saavik?"
"Of course, Captain," Seven said.
Janeway deactivated the force-field, allowing the Vulcan out. Saavik stood at attention for the Captain,
although she wasn't technically a Starfleet officer anymore. The Captain told her to be at ease and
exited, leaving Seven to deal with the Vulcan.
"Come with me," Seven said, starting out of the brig.
"You are a Borg," Saavik said as the two were walking down a corridor towards Saavik's temporary
quarters.
"It is inconceivable for you to know that," Seven said, not turning to the Vulcan. "The Borg was not
known to the Federation when you served."
"You are correct," Saavik said. "But I have encountered them since arriving in the present."
"Ahh," Seven nodded. "Yes, I am a Borg."
"You have been disconnected from the collective?"
"Yes."
"I see."
"Your outfit," Saavik began a moment later, "is not logical."
"Why is that?" Seven asked.
"It is not functional," Saavik's eyes crawled over Seven's body. "It is too constricting."
"It has served me well," Seven said, somewhat defensively.
"It seems to serve you well at the moment."
Seven frowned but did not say anything.
"Seven?" Saavik said after a few seconds.
"Yes," Seven stopped and turned towards the other woman.
"This may seem abrupt, but I prefer to be forthright."
"I concur."
"Would you like to accompany me to my quarters?"
"I am accompanying you to your quarters."
"Would you like to join me in my quarters?"
Seven was speechless (a rarity, that). She didn't know what to say.
"I..." she managed.
"I find you attractive," Saavik said.
"I do not understand," Seven said.
"What do you not understand? I find you desirable."
"No, I understand that. I do not understand how you can be a lesbian and a Vulcan."
"Homosexuality is logical."
"How is it logical," Seven asked, most interested.
"A member of one's own sex knows more about one's body. She has more in common with her. It is an
efficient, logical way to bond. If one desires progeny, one can acquire male sperm with a minimum of
effort. Logical."
"Where was logic when you broke Volaris out of prison?" Seven inquired slyly.
Saavik looked away.
"Logic and love do not mix well," she said.
"No," Seven said. "They do not."
She resumed walking. Saavik reluctantly followed.
"Enter," Saavik said to whoever was at her door.
It was an hour later and the Vulcan had just finished taking a shower. She was wearing a plain, white
robe that hung loosely on her, obviously a generic size. She brushed her wet hair fast, efficiently. The
door opened and Seven of Nine entered.
"Is there anything wrong?" Saavik asked.
Seven eyed the Vulcan, clad only in that robe.
"No," Seven said, "nothing is wrong. I can leave if you would prefer to finish grooming."
"No. Please stay."
Seven said nothing for a moment.
"I..." she tried. "I felt..."
"Please be forthright," Saavik said.
Seven walked up to the Vulcan and kissed her. It was an inexperienced kiss, but passionate and long.
Saavik kissed back, efficiently but also passionately. The kiss broke after almost a full minute.
"This is not logical," Saavik said.
"I am not interested in logic," Seven said and began to peel off her uniform (if that was the correct term
for it). Saavik watched, eyes recording every inch of the former Borg, every fold and curve. Seven let
her outfit fall around her ankles and folded her arms across her stomach, watching, waiting for the
Vulcan to do the same.
Saavik threw back her wet hair and untied the loose-fitting robe, shrugging it off. Her body, bearing
some scars and wear-and-tear but beautiful all the same, was exposed to Seven, who drew in a sharp
breath. The Vulcan's hands folded the robe neatly and placed it on the night-table by the bed.
"Your body," Seven said, reaching out to touch it, "is enticing."
Saavik closed her eyes as Seven cupped her left breast, thumb caressing the nipple, which grew hard
and alert. The Vulcan reached out and grasped hold of Seven's breasts, both of them, and began
kneading. Seven moaned, she couldn't help herself.
The former Borg moved her hand to the back of Saavik's neck as the Vulcan dropped to her knees and
suckled on Seven's right breast.
Saavik wrapped her arms around Seven's midsection and pulled the woman towards her bed. She
knee-walked backwards, taking Seven with her. Seven stepped out of the crumpled form of her outfit
and placed her left leg onto the bed. Her right remained on the floor. Saavik took advantage of this,
ducking under the other woman's legs and engulfing Seven's pink lips. Seven convulsed as Saavik
sucked, licked and explored her nether regions. Her legs became weak and she lowered herself onto the
bed, sitting with her legs spread over the edge. Saavik continued her assault on the former Borg. Soon,
Seven couldn't even take this and fell onto her back, eyes closed.
Saavik stopped licking and climbed onto the bed. She mounted the other woman, thighs on either side
of Seven's head. The Vulcan lowered her own head into Seven's lap and recommenced her assault.
Seven felt the heat of the woman and instinctively brought her head up, exploring with her mouth and
tongue.
As Seven came closer to orgasm, Saavik stopped her assault and turned around, mounting the former
Borg's thighs. She began pumping her hips into Seven's. Her right hand gently touched Seven's cheek
and suddenly, the former Borg was flooded with memories and experiences, thoughts and feelings. She
was sharing her mind with the Vulcan and Saavik was sharing her mind with the former Borg.
Seven climaxed, shouting and crying out. Saavik climaxed with her, letting out little sounds of pleasure
as she did.
They were lying in bed together, caressing, not talking, when an explosion rocked the ship and the
Captain's voice boomed over all channels.
"All hands to battle stations!" it screamed. "All hands to battle stations!"
The two woman jumped out of bed and scrambled for their clothes.
"It seemed to come out of nowhere, Captain," Tuvok said. "Unknown vessel. Small, but deadly."
"Shields are non-responsive," Chakotay said. "They knew right where to hit us."
"Hail them," Janeway said.
"They are hailing us, Captain," Tuvok said.
"Put them on screen," Janeway said.
An attractive, dark-haired Vulcan woman appeared on screen. She had a horrible, vacuous smile
plastered on her face.
"Federation ship," the woman said. "I am Volaris. I have two questions. One, what are you doing out
here in the far corner of the galaxy? Two, do you have time-travel capability?"
"Refrain from attacking or you will be destroyed," Janeway said coldly.
"Wrong answer," Volaris said. "This ship may be small, but is far more formidable than you think. I am
in a position to blow you out of the stars."
At that moment, Seven and Saavik stormed onto the bridge.
"Saavik," Volaris said, seeing her former lover on the viewscreen. "I thought that was your ship. Or
should I say, 'our ship'?"
"Yes," Saavik said, approaching the viewscreen. "I am here, Volaris. And I have the technology that
you need."
Volaris' smile grew larger.
"I can not believe that, Saavik," she said. "I will destroy you and this measly ship you're on now."
"Wait," Saavik said. "Take me, but leave these people alone. They don't have the information you
require."
Volaris thought for a moment.
"That is satisfactory," she said.
"No," Seven said.
Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok and the rest of the crew looked at her.
"It is not wise," Seven said, trying to recover from the outburst.
Saavik looked at Seven.
"It is fine, Seven," she said. "Your crew is more important than I." She turned back to the viewscreen.
"Volaris," she said, "lock onto my signal."
The screen went blank and Saavik was beamed off the ship. Seven, forming a plan, rushed over to
Janeway.
"Captain," she said, "Volaris' attention will be compromised. She will be interrogating Saavik and will
only be able to keep an eye on Voyager."
"Perhaps," Janeway said.
"If I can get on Saavik's ship, I could take her by surprise."
"Risky," Janeway said.
"It's our only choice. Volaris may leave at any time."
"All right," Janeway said after a moment.
Seven got to it.
Saavik's arms stretched above her head, handcuffs binding them together, strapped to a hook on a wall
on the bridge. Volaris paced in front of the older Vulcan, eyeing her.
"It has been too long, Saavik," she said.
"I would not agree," Saavik said.
Volaris slapped her hard across the face to the right. Saavik kept her head to that side, refusing to look
at her former lover. Volaris reached out and stroked Saavik's cheek where she had struck her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "You disappoint me. You are still beautiful, though."
Her other hand slid down Saavik's body and undid her pants. The hand nested inside, caressing the curls
of hair.
"Have you been intimate with that woman on the ship?" she whispered. "Seven? Is that what you called
her? She seemed concerned."
Volaris' fingers were inside her now, moving and pumping. Pleasure rose up Saavik's body, but she
refused to acknowledge it.
"Was she satisfactory?" Volaris continued. "Did she pleasure you? She looked like she could pleasure
anyone. And she probably does. Everyone on the ship. It's logical."
Fingers pumping pink flesh. Faster and faster.
"I know this affects you," Volaris said. "You are practically gushing."
Saavik bit her lip to stop from moaning, but her breath got faster. Volaris' other hand, which was still
caressing Saavik's cheek, suddenly became stiff. Saavik was mildly alarmed when she realized that
Volaris planned to mind-meld with her.
The ship jerked from a ship's phaser blast. Volaris turned to the viewscreen, meaning to return to the
pilot's chair, but Saavik gave her a quick, hard kick, almost knocking her over. Volaris whirled around,
pulling out her phaser, pointing it towards the older Vulcan.
Saavik brought both her feet up, her wrists straining against the handcuffs above her head. She caught
the phaser with her feet just as Volaris fired. She managed to jolt Volaris' hand upwards, the phaser
blast going over the older Vulcan's head and sheering through the handcuffs.
Saavik, now free, punched her former lover in the face, knocking her to the floor. Saavik ran towards
the control panel and lowered the shields.
"Beam me out," she shouted over the air waves.
She de-materialized just as Volaris fired another phaser blast in her direction. It just missed her.
Saavik materialized onto her own ship, being piloted by Seven. She rushed over to her lover's side.
"Captain," Seven hailed Voyager, "fire!"
Voyager got off one shot, damaging Volaris' ship, before the small, deadly vessel immediately went
into warp drive, disappearing into the stars.
Saavik took Seven's face in her hands and kissed her.
"Thank you," she said.
Seven and Saavik spent the next few days in Seven's quarters, spending as much time as possible
together. It was time well spent. But, after those few days were over, Saavik insisted that she return to
her own ship. Seven reluctantly agreed.
The two stood in the transporter room as they said their goodbyes.
"I must follow Volaris," Saavik said. "She must be stopped."
"I understand," Seven said.
"Perhaps we will be together again," Saavik said, a small smile appearing on her lips.
"That is not logical," Seven said.
"Love and logic do not mix well," Saavik said and kissed the former Borg once more before stepping
onto the transporter pad.
Seven watched her de-materialize, then walked out of the room, not looking back.
"Naomi Wildman," Seven said to the little girl who was following her down the corridor, "are you still
determined to follow me all over the ship?"
"Of course," Naomi said.
"You think you can learn from me?"
"Yeah."
"What is it that you think you can learn from me?"
"How to be a woman."
"Oh, yes," Seven said, nodding.
"Can you teach me?" Naomi said, shyly.
Seven stopped, looking at the girl.
"Yes," she said.
Naomi almost jumped for joy.
"All right!" she said.
"Calm down," Seven said.
"Yes, ma'am."
"I will give you your first piece of advice."
"What is it?" Naomi asked, all ears.
Seven started walking again, Naomi close behind.
"A woman must keep an open mind," Seven said. "Always an open mind."
The End
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