Dragon on the Valley Pt. 2

Part 2 of 4

[We were in trouble -- serious trouble. On an attempt to return a white dragon to its proper environment, we held it in the cargo hold while my wife Michelle ran a shuttle back and forth to the Paradise Planet below. Unbeknownst to us until now, a 100-foot red dragon was also trying to get in. For what reason we weren’t sure, but it had targeted Michelle who it had started attacking her with a deadly flame that came from its mouth.]

* * *

The Doctor lay her naked body over Yaz’ as their bodies meshed into one. They moved a bed into the console room with their actions, for the intended purpose to watch the console while they spent their time sleeping together. But now the Doctor was getting frisky and had taken to exploring Yaz’ body with her hands, feeling the firm warm breasts in her hands.

They kissed with a passion as the floor beneath them shook.

“Nice,” Yaz took in the motions that even the floor made, “even the floor?”

“Wait,” the Doctor looked up, “that’s not supposed to happen!”

“What do you mean--?”

All at once the Doctor heard the red alert siren from the Valley and the cry for help from the cargo bay. “Sh-t!”

“Oh! It’s NOT supposed to happen!” Yaz threw her tight jeans on, and leaped towards the door, glad she had selected a pull-on shirt from the wardrobe, then threw herself to the TARDIS door.

“Not that way,” the Doctor hit the short jump controls as the image of what was going on came up on the console, “besides it’ll look better this way.”

“OK,” Yaz tossed the Doctor her clothes, who pulled her rainbow striped shirt on then the purple overcoat.

* * *

The tall blue police box made its traditional screech…screech…screeching sound as it materialized around Michelle just as the flame from the dragon was about to consume her.

Scared of what was going to happen next Michelle let out a loud scream as the box wrapped around her, everything changed, and she was inside a large room with what seemed to be a living console. She looked down, her uniform was in shambles, and there were burns all over her body.

* * *

Captain Johnson was too busy to concern herself over what happened to Michelle, but somehow he knew she was safe, at least a little safer than being in the flame of a dragon’s breath. Yet he still had to cry out her name.

“We’ll worry about her in a minute,” T’Pan looked at the TARDIS, “for now she’s safe.”

“But how?” Captain Johnson pulled an old school phase rifle that was a relic of the early days of Starfleet dating all the way back to the days of Christopher Pike who captained the Enterprise back when it was simply the N.C.C.-1701in its early days even before Captain Kirk. “How can she be safe?”

“This is not the first time Starfleet encountered that ship,” she saw the phase rifle coming through the air and she grabbed it left-handed, “nor will it be the last.”

“A ship?” Johnson fired a second rifle at the red dragon, who was out to eat the white dragon. “Are you kidding me?”

T’Pan looked at Captain Johnson with her stoic Vulcan mannerism. While she had been able to find a balance between her human and Vulcan halves, and had formulated a reasonable sense of humor, she was dead serious.

“Right,” Captain Johnson fired the rifle at the dragon’s soft spot under its chin, and T’Pan followed suit, as did Kla.

The dragon in fear of its life tried to throw out a flame, but it hurt him to do so. He tried again. As a last resort it wound its tail up to use it.

“Do it!” Kla cried out, his eyes settled on a large 1000-pound crate that was dangling from the ceiling, the dragon’s tail was almost in position. “Move that fluxin’ tail!”

* * *

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS waving her sonic screwdriver at the dragon, a sedation beam hit the dragon, behind her Yaz had a sonic screwdriver that was modified from a previous Doctor’s sonic, a similar beam hit it.

The dragon was getting tired, and if it stayed too long, was going to find itself being burned from the inside out and liking it. It thrust its tail hard as Kla cut the rope that was holding the crate in the air. The crate came crashing down right on its tail. After a deafening roar, it gave up and turned to leave the cargo bay in a rush.

Kla threw themself at the cargo bay doors and finally was able to hit the switch to close it. “That handles that!”

“Yes,” T’Pan looked at Kla, a bit of a hero in their own right, Kla deserved some sort of a reward, she gave them a meaningless kiss.

“Wow,” Kla said.

“Don’t get too--.” She turned to Johnson who appeared to be walking away… to leave them to their own devices.

“I think I’d better check on my wife.” Johnson said suggestively.

“I mean--.” She looked hopefully at Kla, wishing he would be a bit more assertive. “You mean--?”

“Listen,” Kla looked at the pregnant Vulcan beauty, it took them almost six months, but they finally got past a preliminary comment, “why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

“As a rule, Vulcans don’t drink,” T’Pan said with an almost coyness to her, “and don’t eat meat.”

“OK,” Kla said, “there are alternatives.”

“However, my human half which is if Irish/German descent is a bit carnivorous and a massive drinker!”

“OH?”

“Yes,” T’Pan looked at the wedding ring that Michelle made her save, but it was time to let it go, it dropped out of her hand and was pulled into the air pressure that was sucked out into space as the door finally sealed behind it. As it did, she let Kla hold her as they meandered towards the TARDIS.

* * *

Captain Johnson stare at the police box, it just looked like some relic that was retired 250 years ago yet seemed to be as new as if it were built today, he looked back to see T’Pan push the door open and step inside. He was expecting her to go too feet and hit the back wall, but she went further and further in as if she were expecting to be able too.

He poked his head inside, while T’Pan was a Vulcan, she wasn’t without a sense of humor, so he was expecting her to be standing to one side of the box, which she was, only there was something beyond the point of the back wall an entire room that made the cargo bay seem small in comparison.

“What the flux?” Johnson said as he entered the TARDIS, he stepped in and looked around. “Oh, I get it it’s the same technology as we use for the holodecks!”

“Not even close,” The Doctor was insulted by the comparison

Edward saw Michelle was in a bad way, most of her clothes were burned off, and there were burns all over her body, but she was alive. “We need to get her to sickbay.”

“Already are,” as soon as Johnson stepped in, the TARDIS made a tiny jump to the deck above, to sickbay, “and faster than the turbo-lifts.”

Captain Johnson took Michelle’s body across his arms and carried her out to the closest bio-bed, her systems were weak, “do what you need to do to save her.”

“Which I can,” the Doctor knew how to work most of the stuff in sickbay, like she was actually the ships doctor, a look of concern washed over her face, “it’s the child I’m more concerned about.”

“What’s wrong with the child?”

“I’m afraid it was fried inside the womb.” The Doctor said as a matter of factly.

By this time Yaz had caught up with them. “You must be able to do something. That’s what you do. Something when others can’t!”

“Normally, I would--.”

“Doctor--!” Yaz groaned. “What about all of that fixed point in time stuff? All that stuff that the child will do in 20 years-time?”

“It’s not going to happen,” the Doctor said with remorse,

“Yes.” Captain Johnson held his phaser up to the Doctor’s head and set it to the highest setting. “It. Is!”

The Doctor glanced over to Yaz for help, but she seemed to be siding with the captain.

“Whatever you need to do,” Yas whispered, “do it!”

“Right,” the Doctor nudged the phaser to the side, “at least I know how a human child gains the ability to regenerate!”

“Oh--.” Yaz winced, she noticed the Doctor had already begun to do what she needed to do to remove the near carcass of a baby’s body from Michelle’s womb. “Doctor wait--.”

“Yaz,”

“I didn’t realize--.”

“The regeneration of this child’s body in 2401 is a fixed point in time.” The Doctor placed the carcass in an incubator that Kla had located, then touched just enough regeneration energy to it to regenerate the cells, but not the body into a different form.”

Meanwhile, the burns on Michelle were such that the medical ray gun was able to restore her to the optimal level where her own body would be able to take over.

“This regeneration energy is a gift,” the Doctor whispered into the fetus that lay in the incubator, it still had three months to “cook”, as it were.

“So,” Yaz said, “what are you going to name the child?”

“Loretto,” Michelle who by this time was recovered from both operations that occurred, she was naked,

“What does the name mean?” Captain Johnson asked.

“Gift,” both Michelle and the Doctor said.

“She is a gift from God,” Captain Johnson said

“Thank you,” the Doctor responded, then smiled sheepishly. “Oh--. You mean God.”

Yaz slapped the Doctor on the back of the head playfully.

* * *

Michelle lay back on the bio-bed, all her clothes were off, except for her panties and bra, which remained on, the skin had been restored, she didn’t bother looking for clothes.

“How will she be?”

“Her skin has been restored,” the Doctor said, “but she may still be sensitive to certain touches…”

Edward touched at Michelle she didn’t seem to jump, but began to lean into the touch

“…But maybe in a good way.”

“Doctor let the go,” Yaz whispered into the Doctor’s ear.

“Oh, I’m such a romantic,” the Doctor had them teleported to the captain’s quarters where they immediately began to have sex. She then turned to T’Pan and Kla, “you two, be somewhere…not here.”

“Hello,” Kla motioned to T’Pan who was pregnant

“Hello,” Yaz motioned to T’Pan, “MILF.”

“O-ohhh,” Kla sighed, then it hit him, about T’Pan who was a pregnant single mom who was interested in ‘younger guys’ “and O-OHH! Mothers I’d Like to Fu--.”

“AHEM!” both the Doctor and Yaz coughed suggestively. Yaz gave a pregnant motion to T’Pan.

“I--. O-ooo--.”

“You know,” T’Pan said, she noted her pregnancy in concern with a conversation from 20 feet way, “I can hear you guys whispering.”

* * *

Edward Johnson was what he wanted to be called when he was having sex with Michelle, he wondered, the child in the incubator was just placed there. He wondered if the C-section would be there. He looked at…FOR the scar, it wasn’t there.

“OH. Doctor,” Edward began to expose his dick to Michell’s pussy.

“Who?” Michelle asked she let Kla slide himself into her s

A question mark lay in the air as Edward began to take advantage of his wife’s special time of the month, “that’s what you meant.”

Michelle allowed the fact that they were moving as one happen…even though she knew it was going to get her pregnant again for the second time in six months.

* * *

Kla sat in the bar looking awkwardly at T-Pan eat her steak, trying to figure out something she said; her grandmother T’Pol was pure Vulcan, her grandfather was a human male named Tucker. They had a child who was half Vulcan half human, in turn that child had a child with a human. If his math was right T’Pan would actually be 75% human , 25% Vulcan. If that were true, how would she be able to approach T’Pan.

“Listen,” T’Pan finished off the extra portion of T-Bone steak and looked at Kla. “Just so you know, I am not pure Vulcan.”

“I figured that part out,”

“I’m not even pure half Vulcan. My mother was,”

“I figured that bit out, and while I would love to get involved with yo,”

“And I you,” T’Pan let the dominant human part take over and kissed Kla.

“Wait,” Kla frowned at what he was about to ask, “what is your stance on kissing women?”

“I an Pansexual, thus the name,” why, T’Pan looked Kla closely, she could tell there were woman’s breasts carelessly concealed under the uniform.

“Still--.”

“Not here,” Kla responded, as she took T’Pan towards the Holodeck.

“However,” T’Pan pushed Kla into the holodeck, set the parameters to a romantic setting, and locked the doors so that only her voice could open the door. She then tugged at Kla’s shirt. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this, not this far into the game.”

“I’m a woman,” Kla admitted.

“No shit,” T’Pan traced her tongue on Kla’s breasts, which were small enough to hide under the loose shirt that Kla wore.

“You knew?”

“I guess that is why you so reluctant to approach me,” T’Pan said, “and you know what pan means right?”

“Pansexual?” Kla wagered a guess.

“Correct,” T’Pan kissed Kla, “I get to change my name one more time.”

“Let me guess,” Kla ‘wagered a guess’, “T’Les.”

“Because I am about to go full lesbian and chose you as the most important woman in my life. But not T'Les...”

“As do I,” Kla allowed T’Pan to fully embrace her and fully explore her body.

* * *

T’Pan stood in front of the captain in her full Vulcan regalia the next morning. “T’Pan, you look rather impressive,”

“I would like to speak with you,”

“Listen, if it is about trying to get back with me, why don’t you give Kla a chance. I do know that he--.”

“She.”

“What?”

“Kla is a woman.”

“OK,” Edward forgot about the concept of them having ranks and formalities long ago, and the idea of the entire crew being a family had become the driving force of the ship. “So, Kla is a woman, she does like you.”

“I know that captain,”

“Look, it was fun, but it is possible we went a little overboard on letting you become the third partner in a relationship.”

“And that is why I am here, to formally request you to let me go, so that I can embrace Kla solely.”

“Of course.”

“In fact, I wish to dedicate the rest of my life to loving her.”

Edward looked at the Vulcan woman and smiled as he spun playfully back and forth in his chair. “You finally found the girl you want to marry.”

“Yes.”

“Vulcan ceremony, I presume?”

“No, at this point I am no more Vulcan than you are. As Kla pointed out, I am merely ¼ Vulcan, and ¾ human, making the fact that I am a Vulcan a mere point of reference.”

“Human ceremony then,” Edward looked at the baby bump, “what about the child.”

“You are the father a fact that will always be known, and Kla wants me to continue to have the child.”

“Granted.”

* * *

The Doctor stood there watching the baby white dragon, she knew it was the timidest of the dragons almost fearful of the greater dragons. She just wished that Egra hadn’t beckoned it to follow them on that fateful day, for she had not only taken the dragon from its natural surroundings with its natural defenses, but it was taken from its own kind. She wondered if even if it were taken home if he would be accepted or rejected.

* * *

The wedding between Kla and T-Pan was a brief one, only saying their loyalties to one another. She was down this road before though, to have and to hold until death they do part. Only this was the truth and in many ways, she was responsible for Egra’s death, even though there were others, including Kla who were in on the fact that at the end of the day she was sent to her death.

This was no time to dwell on what could have been, she had a new wife, and one she was going to be with for a good long time. Their vows were kept simple, and certainly hoped that this marriage would last for more than 3 months.

Kla stood next to T’Pan in her full regalia and her proper look. Gone was the black hair she covered up, her hair was like a long red flame. She supported a blue shirt with a see through “S” that now predominately revealed her breasts with a long blood red cape

T’Pan utilizing one last Vulcan tradition allowed to her a final name change, now called herself Lois wore a bridal gown with a veil Kla lifted the veil and looked her pregnant wife in the eyes.

“You may kiss the bride!”

All at once, Lois and Kla kissed with a passion.

“Ladies and gentlemen it is with great pride I present to you Kla and Lois Kent! Edward was the first to kiss the Vulcan woman when Kla was done kissing her. “Congratulations T’Pan… err, I’ve got to get used to the name change.”

“Thank you for the child,” Lois whispered.

“I know,” Edward sighed as he looked at the baby bump, “but go to your wife now.”

Lois did what was asked and she went to her wife.

“Goodbye T’Pan,” Edward noticed Michelle standing next to him, he had a tear running down the side of his face.

“You OK?” Michelle slipped her hand into that of her husbands.

“Yes,”

“Your time of having sex with her is over,” Michelle whispered.

“So is yours.” Edward whispered back.

“I know,” now Michelle was the one with the tear, wishing she could make love to T’Pan one last time.

“You had feelings for her, didn’t you?”

“M-mm hmm,” Michelle hummed out

“You and I were made for each other, T’Pan was just a pleasant diversion. You let her be with her wife, and you be with me your husband.”

The Doctor couldn’t help but overhearing the conversation, she had two hearts, two brains and had the hearing of two people. She instructed the officer serving as butler to get the champagne glasses, who passed them around.

Lois took a glass as did Kla, then when the rest of the wedding party had taken theirs, all glasses were raised.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Doctor motioned to Kla and Lois, “a toast. May all sweethearts be married couples and all married couples remain sweethearts.”

“Doctor,” Yaz looked the Doctor in the eyes lovingly, “that’s beautiful.”

“What can you say, I’m such a romantic,” the Doctor downed the glass of champagne and noticed that Lois was about to throw the bouquet, she hid herself in the crowd to avoid catching the bouquet.

Yaz saw the bouquet in the air and caught it like she was catching a softball. “I got it!”

The Doctor saw Yaz with the bouquet and snapped out unintentionally; “put that thing down…NOW.”

“Doctor--!” Everyone looked at the Doctor

“Sorry?” the Doctor looked sheepishly at the bouquet as Yaz presented it to her on bended knee. “Oh no. No.”

“Doctor,” Yaz said.

“No,” the Doctor whispered.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yaz,” this was sudden, all of the events of her and Yaz falling in love all merged into a blurr, “I--.”

Edward looked at the Doctor hoping for an answer.

“I--.” The Doctor let out a sighed, she held the bouquet along with Yaz, “flux it! I will marry you.”

* * *

The red dragon was back and was hungry for a taste of the white dragon, it was like a cat after a canary. It knew it was inside that ship that was no bigger than a tin can it began to follow the tiny ship. But it wasn’t going to attack it. Oh no, not quite yet.

* * *

“How do you have sex with a pregnant Vulcan?” Kla asked.

“Just be careful.” T’Pan now Lois kissed her wife on the lips, “but just remember I’m not a China doll. But you are a Supergirl.”

“Ahem,” Kla coughed suggestively, as she allowed herself to dance in the air with T’Pan’s naked body in her arms, as music played suggestively in the background, “Superwoman.”

* * *

Inside the hold, the white dragon suddenly went into a panic, through the window it could see the red dragon, charging at the ship.

The red dragon headbutted the Valley like a red bolt out of left field it then swung its tail at it, then sent it flying towards the fiery planet a short distance way….

TO BE CONTINUED…