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AN – Apologies for the delay in posting. I've no excuse except pure laziness.

Chapter Five

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Jon scanned the pages of the Washington Herald on his monitor, Hoshi’s scent still clinging to him. He searched frantically for the past that haunted her, knowing he would love her no matter what he found, yet needing to understand.

The headline jumped out at him as he neared the sec – “ – “Japanese Ambassador Slain!” He read the account and looked at the family portrait attached to the story. A sixteen-year-old Hoshi stared back at him, her face imitating a smile.

“T’pol to Captain Archer.”

Archer activated the com panel, frustrated.

“There is a vessel approaching our position at high warp,” the Vulcan's voice informed him, unaware of his emotional turmoil.

“I’m on my way,” he replied sharply.

When Jon walked onto the bridge, he glanced at the com station and saw Ensign Fellows trying to hail the vessel.

“Sir, we’re being scanned,” Malcolm announced, waiting for his captain's orders.

A blinding light passed through everything on Eprisprise. By the time everybody was able to adjust their vision, the vessel was gone, leaving most of the crew to wonder if they had imagined the encounter.

“Engineering to bridge. Commander Tucker has disappeared!” an urgent voice reported.

“Malcohavehave all decks reported in?” Jon asked. “T’Pol, is there anything… any encounter… like this in the Vulcan database?”

“No, sir,” The Vulcan replied calmly.

“Sir, everybody is accounted for with exception to Commander Tucker and…” Malcolm paused. “… Lieutenant Sato.”

“Is there anything on long range sensors…plasma trails, ion trails… anything?” Jon asked.

“No, Sir.”

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It had been one day since the disappearance of Hoshi and Trip, and Jon had not been able to sleep. There were no leads and it was unlikely there would be any.

The lights were dim in the corridors as he walked aimlessly through them.

Stopping at Hoshi’s quarters, Jon entered. He didn’t know how long he stood there, quickly losing himself in the room. It was sparse, yet uniquely hers, and her scent lingered. The monitor on her desk caught his eye, and he sat down, looking closer. On the monitor was a letter.

“Dear Jon,

By now you know what a monster I am. I killed my own father. The authorities ruled it self-defense and part of me wants to believe it was, but the truth of the matter is that I know it wasn’t. I twisted the knife in his gut. Yes, he fell onto the knife I was holding, but I twisted it – not once but over and over again. Part of me wanted to get back at him for the bruises and the broken bones. I had become just like him, only worse.

"I will never forget the look on his face as I felt his blood on my hands. It was a look of awe and finality. He grabbed hold of me and whispered in my ear. I will never forget what he said. He thanked me! For what, I have no idea.

"It seemed like an eternity while I sat there watching the blood pour from his body. It was so warm. My hands were covered in it. I thought that some of it had to be mine. I hoped some of it was, but none of it was. I wanted to scream at what I had just done, but I couldn’t move.

"That was when my mother woke up and saw what I had done.

"I eventually went back to school, ignoring all the glances and whispers, and concentrating on my studies.

"With my talent for linguistics, Starfleet was clamoring at my door after I graduated. Before I was even out of the academy, the brass shipped me onto a Vulcan transport for a first contact mission with the Saran – a race that no longer exists. Due to an oversight of protocol on my part the Sarans committed mass suicide. It’s all in the report. All you have to do is read it. I’ve attached it to this letter. My point is – it was my fault. My killing didn’t stop with my father. It had extended to a whole planet. I have the blood of an entire species on my hands.

"I was recalled and recruited into Starfleet Intelligence. I had just finished my training and was waiting for my first mission when I met you. My mentor taught me the art of seduction and pleasure and, upon finding I still had my virginity, ordered me to dispose of it. She knew I was being placed on Orion Twelve and what I would have to do.”

Jon thought back, remembering their first night together. He thought he had imagined her maidenhood but the proof of it was crimson on his diminished member as he had relieved himself. He had walked out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth in hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? I would have…”

“It doesn’t mattow.”ow.” She propped herself up on her elbow, the sheet falling and revealing her pert breast.

Jon got onto the bed and pushed her down, inserting the washcloth between her legs. “Yes, it does. I would have done things differently.” He cleaned her gently, intent on letting her tender body heHer Her hands were causing havoc with his libido, so he pinned them to her side and laid his head on her chest.

They fell asleep.

The next morning, Jon was in the shower washing the soap out of his hair when he heard the door to the shower stall open and Hoshi stepped in. She pressed up against his back and wrapped her arms around him, combing her fingers through his chest hair.

"Good morning,” she purred.

"Good morning to you too. How are you feeling?” Jon asked as he turned them around so she could get wet. He had gotten all the soap out of his hair and was just about finished.

Hoshi gasped as the water hit her skin. “I’m fine.” She wet her hair, intent on washing it, but Jon turned her around.

“Here, let me.” He got some shampoo and worked it into her long tresses, earning a sigh of pleasure from her as he massaged her scalp. They went through the motions and rinsed her hair.

He lathered up his hands and washed the rest of her body as she stood in front of him, her nipples reflecting her state of arousal. His hand washed over the apex of her thighs gently parting her folds, concentrating on cleanliness and nothing else.

Hoshi parted her legs for him and stepped closer, kissing him. His fingers stroked her swollen nub, his other arm holding her for support. It wasn’t long before she shuddered in his arms, groaning her release into his mouth.

He was rock hard, knowing he would have to take a long, cold shower when Hoshi left, but she had other things in mind. “I’m fine. Please…” she pleaded and stroked him, trying to coax him. “I want to feel you inside of me. I enjoyed feeling you inside of me.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “I especially like the feel of you coming inside me. It was so warm and wet. I want more. Please.”

Jon lost the battle with his conscience as he lifted Hoshi against the shower stall wall and thrust home.

He almost came as he entered her, marveling at her slick tight heat. Somehow, he stopped, collecting himself and wanting to make it good for her. Feeling her depths stretching to accommodate him, he growled.

Her eyes were black. Her nails raked against his back as she bit his ear lobe. She tried moving, tried to create the friction she craved. Her frustration got the better of her. “Come on Jon. Fuck me hard and fast." Hoshi bit down on his shoulder, making him lose control. He fucked her hard and fast just like she asked, somehow managing to please her as he felt his shaft being milked by the walls of her heat.

They never did make it out of bed that day. She initiated every coupling. She pleasured him with her mouth, swallowing every last drop and continue lic lick and suck on him until he was able to rise again. He returned the favor, tasting her uniqueness mingled with his saltiness. She twitched every time his tongue stroked her swollen clit. They did things he had never even contemplated before.

He realized now she had been using him that night, obviously rehearsing for her job. That hurt, but he still couldn’t squelch the love he felt for her. He continued to read.

“I lost track of the sexes and species I bedded on Orion Twelve. I did my job well. Sometimes I even enjoyed it. I have you to thank for that. You say that you love me. You need to stop. I don’t love you. I never will. I have attached my resignation from Starfleet. I don’t…”

That must have been where she was taken because the letter ended there. She didn’t even have time to attach the report and her resignation. Jon felt … nothing. With this letter, she had cured him of his feelings.

Jon’s communicator chirped. “T’Pol to Captain Archer.”

He opened the device. “Go ahead.”

“Sir, a vessel matching the configuration of Commander Tucker’s and Lieutenant Sato’s abductors has just dropped out of warp.”

Befoon con could turn to leave, a white light blinded him. When he opened his eyes, Hoshi was lying on the floor naked, covered in red goop. Without thinking, he picked her up and raced her to sickbay.

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