Author's note: Hey, what can I say, I love Tu/T stories, I know it's a forbidden pairing, but come on! Just read it and tell me what you think.
That means R&R (for the people who seem to suck at taking hints and never review any of my stories)
I've split the story up in two types. B'elanna's pov and Tuvoc's pov.
Note the names are spelled wrong, I know, wait until chapter 3 is up, you'll get it. ^_^
Disclaimer: None of the characters etc... is mine (I wish!) except for the story itself, that is my own fantasy working over hours.
The rest belongs to Paramount ^_^
Summary: After Tuvoc and B'elanna decide to improve their battle skills with some fighting lessons, things tend to get out of hand for both of them.
Prologue
The high kick was well-aimed and hit her hard, she couldn't dodge it. It sent her backwards a few feet before smashing her into the wall. She felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder, man that hurts, but it only made her feel the rush of battle more.
"That's it, you're going down!" she yelled crawling back up.
"Hardly" The Vulcan stood there, he was calm and he didn't show any joy in it at all.
"Watch me!" The half Klingon rushed forward, dodged another kick, Damn that guy was good with his legs, and threw her entire weight at him. He didn't move much, but it was enough to throw him off balance. Hehe, down you go!
She pushed him down and tried to grab his wrists, but again, he acted with catlike reflexes and swung her over his head. The next thing she knew he was sitting on her legs, again, having both her wrists in a firm grip, again, and she had lost the fight, again.
She sighed, as he let go of her wrists. He sure knew how to put people in deadlocks.
"Charging alone is a sign of stupidity" He simply stated.
"Or bravery!" She growled.
"Or both"
B'elanna gave up, no matter what she'd do; Tuvoc would always be her physical superior, not to mention her mental. He stood up and offered her a hand. After considering it, she took the offer, her shoulder hurt like hell. She brushed off some dust from her uniform, memo to me next time use a holoprogram that doesn't have so much sand and dust in it. And try to stop breaking things!
Tuvoc ordered the computer to end the program, and they walked towards the exit. She looked at him in anticipation. She always needed to beg first before she got some words out of him.
"Next time I advice you to think before you charge" Tuvoc sighed.
"Next time you better watch out with those legs or I'll break them"
"Hardly"
There was that little word again. She knew he was right, she could never break his leg. Tom always complained about Tuvoc's use of the little word. In fact, it seemed to annoy everybody extremely. But somehow she never found it irritating. After all, he was right.
The silence broke when her combadge bleeped and Tom's voice was filling the quiet holodeck.
"Tom to B'elanna"
"B'elanna here, what is it"
" I Just want to ask, why aren't you here yet? I've been waiting for over 20 minutes now, we have, well rather had, a date planned. I was here in time"
"That's a first" Tuvoc said. She glanced at Tuvoc, if he'd had an expression it would be a sarcastic one, but he seemed to genuine mean it. She couldn't agree more with him though.
"You're still with Tuvoc?"
"Ok, I'm sorry, I lost track of time I'll meet you in another 15 minutes"
"15?"
"Hey take it easy, I believe I dislocated my shoulder a bit, and I have to change uniform, mine's dusty"
She couldn't help but notice the rip in Tuvoc's uniform, just below his left shoulder, she wondered how she could've possibly damaged him in any way. You couldn't get near him long enough. And by that she meant not only physical. You can never look him in the eye long enough to see what he's actually thinking. It bothered her all right. But she still respected him, no liked him. He was always there to help her with a problem. Or find some spare time to teach her how to fight properly, since she tended to lose a lot of battles man to man because of her 'lack of thinking'.
She looked at him, he pointed at the shoulder, apologised quickly without a word and she silently accepted it.
"Dislocated!!?"
"I believe it happened when Tuvoc smashed me into the wall" She said grinning.
"True" Tuvoc said.
"Smashed you into a wall? What exactly does the term meditation mean if..."
B'elanna cut him off. She looked at Tuvoc "He'll be at this for the next few minutes. Thanks, see you tomorrow"
"Yes, good night"
"g'night"
They exited the holodeck and went separate ways.
Tuvoc went straight to his quarters. He said she wouldn't be able to break his leg, he was right, but still she was improving her skills every day. If she would've been a full-blooded Klingon, maybe she could do him some serious damage.
He examined the rip in his uniform. Even though he should not be, he was pleased to see she had managed to give him a cut. Her nails didn't go in deep, because she never meant to hit him in the shoulder, she was always aiming for the legs. Now it was bleeding though. Maybe he would drop by sickbay later, but his shift started in another 10 minutes and he needed to get his report done by then, not that he'd succeed, let alone start it in that time shortage. He'd probably give an excuse and captain Janeway would tell him to hand it in later on the day.
He stopped dead, this was the fifth time this month he was going to give some excuse for not handing in reports.
Perhaps he was...no that couldn't be it...
He quickly changed uniforms and took a sprint towards the bridge or else he'd even be late for his shift. On his way he nearly hit Tom, who was in his way to sickbay.
***
B'elanna was sitting on the bed, being her impatient self, as the Doctor was examining her blood the next room. Her shoulder didn't hurt a bit. The Doctor had fixed it in an instant. Then he'd given her the lecture on holodeck safety protocols...and suddenly he'd stopped and said that safety protocols wouldn't do her any good if she kept beating up Vulcans.
When she'd asked him how he knew, he pointed at a dark mark on her uniform. She'd touched it with her index finger. Green, blood! She'd grinned, finally she'd given him a cut, after a month of training her efforts paid off. She'd looked at the Doctor's disapproving look and smiled even wider.
Then suddenly she'd felt a stinging pain in her finger. The Doctor had looked at it and sighed that she got what she deserved. He needed a blood sample from her.
Now she was waiting...
"All done" the Doctor came back.
"And, how long do I have to live?" she asked cheerfully.
He glared at her "Well, long enough according to the readings. You took some cuts and bruises from your little fight with Tuvoc."
"Tuvoc...How?..." But he pointed at her finger. "Oh, right, his blood"
"Yes, and since Vulcan blood is not a substance you'd want in your body, you have your skin protecting you. But if you let him cut that open..." He sighed and gave her a another disapproving look "you find that it can be quite a burden."
"OK?"
"In words you DO understand. Your blood simply met his and that is what will be causing you some headaches the next few days"
"For two second?!!"
"Yes, and it altered your blood a little ofcourse..."
"What do you mean? I was in contact with it less than a... "
"That's why you have your skin... Nothing to worry about, you got immunity to some diseases that you would never get on this ship and if they'd scan your blood they'd find some Vulcan DNA too..."
Tom came in and B'elanna cut the Doctor off.
"Hey, ready to go at last?"
"Yeah" She hopped off the bed and went with Tom. When the door closed behind them Tom immediately turned towards her "What did he do to you?"
"huh?"
"Your shoulder!"
"He dislocated it a bit, nothing the Doctor can't fix in a second"
"Dislocating people's bones! You think that was a normal meditation session?!"
"I cut him too!" she pointed at the mark on her uniform.
Tom waved his hands in the air and rolled his eyes.
She shrugged "No I don't think that was meditation..."
"Ah! We agree on something"
"...We were fighting"
He rolled his eyes again, stopped and stared at her, stunned. "Fighting?"
"Don't make I big deal out of nothing" she sighed and started walking.
"The Chief of Security and the Chief of Engineering bash eachothers heads in and I'm making a big deal out of something?"
Suddenly she got a sharp pain in her head, like in her finger just now. She stopped and leaned against the wall. "Aww, thanks for the burden Tuvoc" she growled.
"What...?" Tom started worried.
"Tom...I think it's better if I go to sleep, I need to be at full strength tomorrow, and I'm going to cancel"
"Cancel your appointment with Tuvoc?"
"No, cancel our date now and tomorrow, I need to be at full strength" She said, her head hurting even worse now.
"Why?"
"I'm gonna break Tuvoc's legs" she said and went towards the turbolift, leaving a very confused Tom behind.
Author's note: This is still the prologue, I've got a major story coming up! ^_^
(Oh, and for the people who have a short memory span and forgot my first note... R&R)
That means R&R (for the people who seem to suck at taking hints and never review any of my stories)
I've split the story up in two types. B'elanna's pov and Tuvoc's pov.
Note the names are spelled wrong, I know, wait until chapter 3 is up, you'll get it. ^_^
Disclaimer: None of the characters etc... is mine (I wish!) except for the story itself, that is my own fantasy working over hours.
The rest belongs to Paramount ^_^
Summary: After Tuvoc and B'elanna decide to improve their battle skills with some fighting lessons, things tend to get out of hand for both of them.
Prologue
The high kick was well-aimed and hit her hard, she couldn't dodge it. It sent her backwards a few feet before smashing her into the wall. She felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder, man that hurts, but it only made her feel the rush of battle more.
"That's it, you're going down!" she yelled crawling back up.
"Hardly" The Vulcan stood there, he was calm and he didn't show any joy in it at all.
"Watch me!" The half Klingon rushed forward, dodged another kick, Damn that guy was good with his legs, and threw her entire weight at him. He didn't move much, but it was enough to throw him off balance. Hehe, down you go!
She pushed him down and tried to grab his wrists, but again, he acted with catlike reflexes and swung her over his head. The next thing she knew he was sitting on her legs, again, having both her wrists in a firm grip, again, and she had lost the fight, again.
She sighed, as he let go of her wrists. He sure knew how to put people in deadlocks.
"Charging alone is a sign of stupidity" He simply stated.
"Or bravery!" She growled.
"Or both"
B'elanna gave up, no matter what she'd do; Tuvoc would always be her physical superior, not to mention her mental. He stood up and offered her a hand. After considering it, she took the offer, her shoulder hurt like hell. She brushed off some dust from her uniform, memo to me next time use a holoprogram that doesn't have so much sand and dust in it. And try to stop breaking things!
Tuvoc ordered the computer to end the program, and they walked towards the exit. She looked at him in anticipation. She always needed to beg first before she got some words out of him.
"Next time I advice you to think before you charge" Tuvoc sighed.
"Next time you better watch out with those legs or I'll break them"
"Hardly"
There was that little word again. She knew he was right, she could never break his leg. Tom always complained about Tuvoc's use of the little word. In fact, it seemed to annoy everybody extremely. But somehow she never found it irritating. After all, he was right.
The silence broke when her combadge bleeped and Tom's voice was filling the quiet holodeck.
"Tom to B'elanna"
"B'elanna here, what is it"
" I Just want to ask, why aren't you here yet? I've been waiting for over 20 minutes now, we have, well rather had, a date planned. I was here in time"
"That's a first" Tuvoc said. She glanced at Tuvoc, if he'd had an expression it would be a sarcastic one, but he seemed to genuine mean it. She couldn't agree more with him though.
"You're still with Tuvoc?"
"Ok, I'm sorry, I lost track of time I'll meet you in another 15 minutes"
"15?"
"Hey take it easy, I believe I dislocated my shoulder a bit, and I have to change uniform, mine's dusty"
She couldn't help but notice the rip in Tuvoc's uniform, just below his left shoulder, she wondered how she could've possibly damaged him in any way. You couldn't get near him long enough. And by that she meant not only physical. You can never look him in the eye long enough to see what he's actually thinking. It bothered her all right. But she still respected him, no liked him. He was always there to help her with a problem. Or find some spare time to teach her how to fight properly, since she tended to lose a lot of battles man to man because of her 'lack of thinking'.
She looked at him, he pointed at the shoulder, apologised quickly without a word and she silently accepted it.
"Dislocated!!?"
"I believe it happened when Tuvoc smashed me into the wall" She said grinning.
"True" Tuvoc said.
"Smashed you into a wall? What exactly does the term meditation mean if..."
B'elanna cut him off. She looked at Tuvoc "He'll be at this for the next few minutes. Thanks, see you tomorrow"
"Yes, good night"
"g'night"
They exited the holodeck and went separate ways.
Tuvoc went straight to his quarters. He said she wouldn't be able to break his leg, he was right, but still she was improving her skills every day. If she would've been a full-blooded Klingon, maybe she could do him some serious damage.
He examined the rip in his uniform. Even though he should not be, he was pleased to see she had managed to give him a cut. Her nails didn't go in deep, because she never meant to hit him in the shoulder, she was always aiming for the legs. Now it was bleeding though. Maybe he would drop by sickbay later, but his shift started in another 10 minutes and he needed to get his report done by then, not that he'd succeed, let alone start it in that time shortage. He'd probably give an excuse and captain Janeway would tell him to hand it in later on the day.
He stopped dead, this was the fifth time this month he was going to give some excuse for not handing in reports.
Perhaps he was...no that couldn't be it...
He quickly changed uniforms and took a sprint towards the bridge or else he'd even be late for his shift. On his way he nearly hit Tom, who was in his way to sickbay.
***
B'elanna was sitting on the bed, being her impatient self, as the Doctor was examining her blood the next room. Her shoulder didn't hurt a bit. The Doctor had fixed it in an instant. Then he'd given her the lecture on holodeck safety protocols...and suddenly he'd stopped and said that safety protocols wouldn't do her any good if she kept beating up Vulcans.
When she'd asked him how he knew, he pointed at a dark mark on her uniform. She'd touched it with her index finger. Green, blood! She'd grinned, finally she'd given him a cut, after a month of training her efforts paid off. She'd looked at the Doctor's disapproving look and smiled even wider.
Then suddenly she'd felt a stinging pain in her finger. The Doctor had looked at it and sighed that she got what she deserved. He needed a blood sample from her.
Now she was waiting...
"All done" the Doctor came back.
"And, how long do I have to live?" she asked cheerfully.
He glared at her "Well, long enough according to the readings. You took some cuts and bruises from your little fight with Tuvoc."
"Tuvoc...How?..." But he pointed at her finger. "Oh, right, his blood"
"Yes, and since Vulcan blood is not a substance you'd want in your body, you have your skin protecting you. But if you let him cut that open..." He sighed and gave her a another disapproving look "you find that it can be quite a burden."
"OK?"
"In words you DO understand. Your blood simply met his and that is what will be causing you some headaches the next few days"
"For two second?!!"
"Yes, and it altered your blood a little ofcourse..."
"What do you mean? I was in contact with it less than a... "
"That's why you have your skin... Nothing to worry about, you got immunity to some diseases that you would never get on this ship and if they'd scan your blood they'd find some Vulcan DNA too..."
Tom came in and B'elanna cut the Doctor off.
"Hey, ready to go at last?"
"Yeah" She hopped off the bed and went with Tom. When the door closed behind them Tom immediately turned towards her "What did he do to you?"
"huh?"
"Your shoulder!"
"He dislocated it a bit, nothing the Doctor can't fix in a second"
"Dislocating people's bones! You think that was a normal meditation session?!"
"I cut him too!" she pointed at the mark on her uniform.
Tom waved his hands in the air and rolled his eyes.
She shrugged "No I don't think that was meditation..."
"Ah! We agree on something"
"...We were fighting"
He rolled his eyes again, stopped and stared at her, stunned. "Fighting?"
"Don't make I big deal out of nothing" she sighed and started walking.
"The Chief of Security and the Chief of Engineering bash eachothers heads in and I'm making a big deal out of something?"
Suddenly she got a sharp pain in her head, like in her finger just now. She stopped and leaned against the wall. "Aww, thanks for the burden Tuvoc" she growled.
"What...?" Tom started worried.
"Tom...I think it's better if I go to sleep, I need to be at full strength tomorrow, and I'm going to cancel"
"Cancel your appointment with Tuvoc?"
"No, cancel our date now and tomorrow, I need to be at full strength" She said, her head hurting even worse now.
"Why?"
"I'm gonna break Tuvoc's legs" she said and went towards the turbolift, leaving a very confused Tom behind.
Author's note: This is still the prologue, I've got a major story coming up! ^_^
(Oh, and for the people who have a short memory span and forgot my first note... R&R)
