Into the garden...
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. Jason Beauvoir, Rostrenen T'Sering
Seeing her science officer lose his cool, Alenis shoved her drink into the hands of a stunned Vedek and took off after him. She thought she had lost him for a moment before hearing a crash coming from the corridor to the garden. Rounding the corner, she was shocked to see a security guard lying on the ground. Alenis quickly knelt down beside him to see if she could offer any assistance. Feeling his pulse, she looked up at the shattered remains of the glass door. The guard would be fine in a few minutes; she had to find Jason. She'd never seen anyone suddenly start acting this way; she wondered if he had been drugged, was being affected by some sort of parasite, or perhaps he just simply snapped.
Quickly, she ran into the garden. Trying to follow the sounds of running and heavy breathing, she quickly got lost in the winding paths in the massive garden. As she came to a fork in the path, she realized that she had lost Jason's path as well.
"Jason?" she called out, looking around for any sign of him. But it was no use; it was a moonlit night and there was no artificial light where she was. To her left, she heard a twig snap. She immediately snapped her head in the direction, peering into the shadows. "Jason? Are you there?" A faint rustling. "Jason, please come out?"
After hearing a familiar voice, Jason moved out into the moonlight. Green blood dripped from his tightly closed fist, as he drove his finger nails into his palm, in an attempt to focus the maelstrom of his mind. "Stay back, Alenis, I don't want to hurt you.
"Jason, I want to help you," said Alenis as she cautiously stepped forward. The moonlight glistened off the sweat on Jason's forehead. He was visibly distressed, looking as though he could barely contain his emotions. "Tell me what's wrong." Silence, as Jason's tortured expression intensified. Alenis took another couple steps closer. "Jason, I care about you, but I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on."
"Stay back." Jason pleaded. His body shaking from the strain and sweat pouring from his body. "It's the Pon farr, you're not safe around me. The mating urge is so strong. I can't hold it off much longer. Please go."
"Pon farr?" Alenis wasn't familiar with the term. But it was unmistakeable what he meant when he referred to the urge to mate. She let out a smile as she took a couple steps closer. "Well, perhaps I can help you with that. I've seen the way you look at me, Lieutenant. And your invite for tea... You wanted to share much more than tea, didn't you?"
"Yes." He said honestly. He looked and with last of his reason he asked. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Then not waiting for an answer, he moved towards her.
Alenis reached for her side, but Jason moved faster than she anticipated. Giving in to his animal lusts, Jason quickly took her down to the ground between the bushes. Before she even knew what was happening, he was on top of her, groping at her and tugging at her clothing. "Jason... Jason, stop, you're hurting me." But he didn't even slow down as he ripped into the tunic of her dress uniform.
Alenis was vulnerable. Her gambit had failed, and not even her skill in Hal'Kereth, the Bajoran martial art, could get Jason off of her. He was just too strong, and with his hands gripping Alenis' wrists, there was little she could do. As she was about to resign herself to what was to happen next, out of the corner of her eye, Alenis spotted an opportunity. "Slow down and kiss me, Lieutenant," she said in a sultry voice.
Detecting the difference cadence of her voice Jason, reasoned, as much as he was able at that moment, that she was giving in to him, so he loosened his grip on her.
Alenis took advantage of the opening and with her right arm she reached for the object that she had dropped when she was taken down. "I'm sorry, Jason," she said as she brought the stun baton she had taken from the unconscious guard to his neck and pulled the trigger. 40,000 volts, enough to stop a charging Gorn, coursed through Jason's body. With her other hand, Alenis was able to free herself from underneath Jason's limp body. Seeing him try to get up, she shocked him again for good measure. "I'm really sorry," she said, standing over him, stun baton at the ready, both their figures illuminated by the beams of flashlight being carried by approaching guards. Jason lay on the ground groaning. There was little else he could do with his spasming muscles refusing to obey his brain's commands.
“Alenis!” Tim shouted, arriving first. “What the hell is going on here?” he said as he rushed to them, shocked at the sight in front of him. The back of Alenis' uniform - or what was left of it - was covered in dirt, and she stood over her Chief Science Officer, brandishing a stun baton.
"Timothy! Thank the prophets! I..." Alenis looked down at her science officer, writhing on the ground. She was at a loss for words. Fortunately, it was Tim and not a Bajoran guard or police officer who would insist on arresting Jason. "It's a long story. I'll explain later. Right now we need to get him back to the ship, and get him some medical--"
"Hold on, ma'am," interrupted one of the guards, short of breath from running through the garden. "This man is under arrest for--"
Alenis turned to the guard, her eyes shooting daggers at him. "No. He's part of my crew, and he needs medical attention. He's coming with me." She was very protective of the people serving under her, and that included Jason, even though just a few moments ago he was wrestling her to the ground.
"Ma'am, he has committed a crime on Bajor, and under the terms of the treaty of Hendrikspool, law enforcement on the surface of Bajor is the sole purview of--" With Bajor and Deep Space Nine fast becoming a federation hub in the sector, the guard had to deal with his fair share of Starfleet officers, though most cases involved drunken rowdiness from young officers who had a few too many. He had a standard lecture for any fleeter who thought he was above Bajoran law. "Wait a minute, are you that Starfleet captain who returned the Tolic shard?"
"Does everyone on this planet know who I am?" she asked, rhetorically. "Never mind. I don't have time for this. I'm not pressing charges, and I'll personally pay for any damage he caused to the hall." Her voice crescendoed in volume as she quickly tired of dealing with this guard. "I'm taking him back to my ship and if you have a problem with that, call the consulate, because I have a banquet to get to." Without waiting for a response, Alenis tapped her comm badge. "Alenis to Portland, beam Lieutenant Beauvoir directly to the brig."
"Ma'am?" asked R'vahis on the other end. Drawing the short straw, the poor Caitian was left with the job of sitting in the center chair while everyone else enjoyed the banquet. He didn't mind though; a bit of command experience, even if it is just commanding a ship docked at a station while everyone else is at dinner, would go a decent way to advance his career.
"You heard me. And get security and a medical team down there, there is something clearly wrong with our Vulcan friend."
"Aye captain," replied the voice on the other end of the comm badge.
As Jason's figure shimmered in the transporter beam, the guards dispersed to return to their regular duties. Alenis turned to Tim, one question on her mind. "Mr. Rouse, have you ever heard of something called pon farr?"
"I have," chirped Ros, half her face hidden behind the lense of a handheld camera. She lowered it, turning it over to flick it off. She almost seemed to sigh. "I will probably have to delete the footage in that case..."
"Ros, this isn't what it looks like." Though she was glad to see her friend again, Rostrenen had picked the worst possible time to show up with a camera. "I was just... the Lieutenant was..." Alenis stammered, trying to figure out how to explain the situation. Her face was as red as ripe Alvas berries as she frantically tried to figure out how to explain being caught in such a compromising position -- on film, to boot. "It's not what it looks like."
"He attacked you," Ros blankly observed. She didn't know it mattered to Meru, but there was no real footage of the confrontation, only of Alenis jamming the stun baton into her already incapacitated assailant. Ros had run up following the Bajoran police. If she'd thought Alenis had been in trouble, she would have charged in herself. Ros knew her friend could handle herself though. That's why she commanded a ship.
"I admit that I hoped it would be something I might be able to cover... it is too bad. I can make this go away if it is related to somebody's pon farr." Ros looked over to where Jason had been beamed back to the ship. She had no pity for him, and it wouldn't have been clear in her voice anyway. She didn't know Jason at all, but her Order held the position that the way pon farr was treated on Vulcan was utterly backwards. She had to respect an individual's privacy in this case, but for him to put so many people, and even his commanding officer in danger seemed terribly negligent to her.
"Oh, but I did not mean I would prefer for you to get hurt though," she added, peering innocently at Alenis.
"I'm not hurt," she replied. "Just my uniform." As she bent over to dust off her pants, she felt a terrible pain on the right side of her chest. "And I think I cracked a rib."
"Commander, you need to see a doctor," replied Tim, in a serious tone. Having known Alenis for two weeks, he still couldn't figure out if she was merely headstrong or insufferably so.
"Later," replied Alenis with a wave of her hand. "Help me get back to the hall; the show must go on," she added, wincing in pain.
Capt. Alenis Meru