Author's Note: This story takes place between the Deep Space Nine
episodes "Crossover" and
"The Collaborator."


To L.A.M.- This one's for you.  I love you.  "I was a willow last
night in my dream, I bent
down over a clear running stream, I sang you the song that I
heard up above, and you kept me
alive with your sweet flowing love."
-A.D.W., 1976

To R.D.M.- "No chemistry?" BITE ME!!!

To FoVB- Keep the Faith!


                                      Curiosity

                                    by Eowyn Goldberry

        Kira Nerys, The Intendant of Terok Nor, groaned ruefully
as she emerged from her bed.  It was 0900 hours, her usual wake-up time,
but The Intendant already knew this was going to be a horrible day.  She and Garak had to
go through the long process of choosing a new supervisor for the Terrans in the ore
processing.  Odo, the shapeshifter, had been perfect for the job, but that damned Terran had killed him. 
 
Then there was the nagging matter of the bar on the Promenade.  It needed to be inspected
for whatever Quark had been keeping secret. She took her usual milk bath and lingered for a
few minutes in the warm, scented, water.  Suddenly, Garak's voice came over the comm panel

"Intendant, my men and I have found something in the bar that you may be interested
in." he said 

"I'll be right down" she answered the Cardassian.

The Intendant parted the floating rose petals as she walked out of her bath and put on
the tight-fitting silver catsuit that she wore as an unofficial uniform.

        Major Kira Nerys, first officer of Deep Space Nine,
yawned and glared at the computer
screen in front of her contemptuously.

       "YOU never have to sleep," she thought "you just sit there
and give US problems!"

       "Damned Cardassian piece of crap!!" came a frustrated yell
punctuated with a slight
brogue from the corner of Ops.

       Chief of Operations Miles O'Brien got to his feet, his
face ruddy and sweaty.

       "Major, this isn't working, I'm going to have to rewire
all of these terminals, we're
going to be here for at least another five hours." he said. 

       "Well, I'm going to need a cup of something stiff-- how
about you???" said Kira.
       "Sounds great" replied O'Brien as Kira ordered 2
raktajinos from the small food
replicator in Ops. She, O'Brien and several Bajoran techs had
been in Ops all night trying to
fix the computers.  All of them were ready to kill the damned
Cardies who built them, but such
was life on Deep Space Nine.

        "So you're saying that Quark had finished this
transporter and was
about to open his little... travel agency for business when he
was killed?" said The Intendant,
sipping a raktajino and smoothing the curve of one of her hips
with her hand.

       "Yes, and not only that, but he found a way to bring them
back too. Apparently, he had
tested it." said Garak.

       "Hmmmmm-- a week on the other side, only 20 bars of
gold-pressed latinum. Clever
little son of a bitch." she muttered "How did he get the
equipment??"

       "Ferengi have their ways, Intendant. Should we destroy
it?" asked Garak. 
       "No .  .  .  no Garak" said The Intendant, her dark eyes
wandering. "You say this is
proved to work?" she asked.

       "Yes! We found his plans, and full documentation of his
experiments! I never knew one
of those repulsive trolls who was so clever." the Cardassian
exclaimed.

       "I want this door locked and guarded at all times, only I
am to be admitted and you
with my permission, is that clear?" said The Intendant.
The Cardassian nodded.

        The Intendant thought all afternoon about the mysterious
transporter in the back of the
bar that used to be Quark's.  Her curiosity was piqued like a
little girl who had just discovered
a secret passage in and old house.  Of course Garak would have to
take over as Intendant while
she was gone.  She needed someone to keep an eye on him, but that
would not be a problem,
she had her connections.


       Two hours later, The Intendant was ready to go.  She had
informed her operatives and
warned Garak that if her connections spotted anything out of
place going on, no matter how
small, he would be made an "example" of immediately upon her
return.  Finally, she decided
that she would be gone for three days on a diplomatic mission, as
it was told to all personnel
on Terok Nor except Garak.


        Quark nearly dropped the bottle of blood wine he was
pouring from as a flash of silver
almost blinded him.  He came to his senses as an angry Klingon
customer prodded him in the
ribs across the bar. Quark quickly poured the Klingon's drink,
not taking his eyes off of what
he now knew was a woman, dressed in an extremely tight silver
catsuit.  He perused her body
hungrily.  Long, slender legs, supporting a perfectly flat
stomach giving way to round, ample
breasts.  His ears began to throb, giving him a pleasantly
euphoric headache as she advanced
toward him. Then, all of the dizzy infatuation stopped as he
looked into the eyes of the
beautiful vision in silver.  They were large, dark brown eyes,
ones that he had looked into
before and knew all too well.  They were the eyes he had feared a
thousand times, eyes that
he had seen in fiery rage.  They were the eyes of Major Kira
Nerys.  Yet, it was not Kira as
she normally dressed and acted, but Kira as he had seen her in
his private holosuite programs,
peeling off provocative garments such as the silver catsuit, and
eagerly delivering oo-mox for
hours on end.  His next thought was that some sort of computer
malfunction had occurred that
made the characters in the holosuite programs to come alive, but
he quickly banished that
notion.

       "Hello, Quark." she said.  Her voice was even different,
it wasn't grating and
demanding, but seductive and enigmatic.

       "Y-y-yes M-m-Major" he said, his voice shaking in pure
sexual
ecstasy.

       "Get me a Ferengi starduster, I'm thirsty" she said and
mounted a bar stool.

       "This doesn't make any sense," thought Quark "she NEVER
dresses like that and she
HATES Ferengi wine!" But that did not matter at all.  Quark
quickly delivered the drink. The
Intendant reached up and fingered his sensitive earlobes
teasingly.

       "Thanks" she said, smiling at him.  Quark was so excited
that he forgot to collect the
price of the drink.  The Intendant grinned as he tottered off,
she loved to see men squirm, even
if they WERE Ferengi.

       After she had finished her drink, The Intendant leisurely
went up to the
habitat ring and to try and find her quarters.  First, she
thought, she would try the same place
the officers' quarters were located on Terok Nor. The Intendant
scanned the nameplates on the
doors looking for her own. 
"BENJAMIN SISKO, STATION COMMANDER, JAKE SISKO, CIVILIAN"
"Commander? A son?" she thought.

"MILES O'BRIEN, CHIEF OF OPERATIONS, KEIKO O'BRIEN, CIVILIAN,
MOLLY
O'BRIEN, CIVILIAN"
"Married? A daughter?"

"DOCTOR JULIAN BASHIR, CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER."
"He really WAS a doctor." 
"ODO, CHIEF OF SECURITY."

The shapeshifter. The Intendant resisted the temptation to see if
he was there.

"JADZIA DAX, LIEUTENANT, SCIENCE OFFICER."
"Who?"

"KIRA NERYS, MAJOR, BAJORAN LIAISON."

       There it was, finally.  The Intendant rang the door chime,
then waited for about two
minutes, then figured that Kira was gone, and entered.  The
quarters were spartan, gray, and
dull.  There were a few objects of art here and there, the
furniture basic.  She peeked into the
clothes closet, dull reddish-orange uniforms dominated her
double's wardrobe, along with some
rather neutral earth tone civvies.  The only thing that stood out
was the purple dress that she
had worn over on the other side, which was hanging in the back of
the closet.


       "Who am I?" said The Intendant to thin air.  She sat down
at the computer and read
personal logs, duty records, histories, anything she could find
about Major Kira Nerys.  She
found out a lot about herself, her days as a terrorist under
Cardassian oppression, her
skepticism over the involvement of the United Federation of
Planets in Bajor's future, all of
her views on everything, her likes, dislikes, people, places, and
things related to her life.  She
also read up on Lieutenant Dax, who was a Trill, probably an
extinct species on her side, The
Intendant thought, a very slight pang of guilt gnawing at her. 
She also studied station plans
and other things that would help her find her way around the
station.  One thing about Kira
that she found interesting was her love interest, Vedek Bareil, a
Bajoran holy man.  One of
their romantic evenings had been interrupted last time he was on
the station by a problem
involving Quark, a Bajoran monk with some gambling debts, and
himself.  Subsequent entries
in the Major's personal logs revealed that Kira and Bareil had
made up for their lost time
several times over the past few months.  "Computer, is Vedek
Bareil currently on the station?" 

       "Affirmative."

       "What is his current location?" she asked.

       "Vedek Bareil is on the Promenade." replied a serene
female voice. The Intendant
changed into one of Kira's duty uniforms and went to the
Promenade.

        The Intendant strode across the Promenade, trying to look
and act as much as this
side's Kira as possible.  She spotted Vedek Bareil in front of a
simple white building.  The
building, according to the station map was the Bajoran temple. 
"NOT bad." she whispered,
looking Bareil up and down. He was tall, brown haired, and VERY
sexy in her opinion.  Just
as she began to approach him, Major Kira appeared.  Kira had not
seen her, but she would
soon if she didn't move quickly.  She disappeared around a
corner.  When she looked out, she
saw Major Kira gently pressing her lips to his.  Then, she
enviously watched Vedek Bareil's
arms go around her counterpart's waist.

        Major Kira's horrible day was coming to a close in a much
better way as she relaxed
in the loving arms of Bareil.

       "So, how long are you going to be up here?"  she asked.

       "Hmmmm, 3 days." he said, burying his face in her soft
auburn hair and trailing kisses
down her neck.  "I want to get away a bit before The Choosing."

       "Wonderful." she said, capturing his lips in a long kiss. 
"Come on, let's get out of here,
Quark'll have a field day with the holo-imager, the little
pervert." With that, they walked,
hands intertwined, to Kira's quarters.

        The Intendant had a plan, a very clever plan in her
opinion.  But this would require
a little "visit to the doctor."

        Dr. Julian Bashir was finally getting a break from his
daily load of headaches, broken
bones, scrapes, and mothers-to-be and was just about to get
himself a cup of hot tea when
Major Kira entered the Infirmary.

        The Intendant looked around the Infirmary.  He was a
doctor alright, and a busy one
too, as she gleaned from the exhausted look on his face. 

       "Major, what can I do for you?" he said, voice peppered
with an accent, presumably
from an Earth country.

       "Oh, nothing that can't wait a few minutes, get yourself
some tea, you look tired." she
said.

       "That's just what I was going to do." said the young
doctor.

       Bashir disappeared around the corner into the next room.  
When she was sure he was
totally out of sight, The Intendant reached over onto the medical
cart and grabbed a hypospray. 
She had studied a bit of medicine from this side and recognized
the name of the chemical,
which could render a person unconscious for about 10 minutes. 
She quickly left The Infirmary
before Bashir came back.  The Intendant also replicated herself
the gray uniform of a Bajoran
tech and a long wig, which she put on as a disguise, and waited . 
. .

        Major Kira stroked Bareil's muscular chest slowly and
lovingly, pushing down the
silvery blanket covering him.  He laid his hand on hers and idly
played with her fingers,
wrapping his other arm around her waist moving his hand in lazy
circles on her belly.  She
pushed herself up slightly and kissed him casually.

       "Mmmmm, it's only been about an hour." she said, a rare
impish gleam coming into
her eyes.

       He realized that his hand was now resting on her thigh and
let it stay there.  He kissed
her back and sat up against the headboard of the big Cardassian
bed.  Kira wrapped her legs
around him and rested her hands on his shoulders.

       For a minute they simply stared into each other's eyes,
Bareil broke the silence by
saying "Well, we shouldn't be wasting time, Nerys." She laughed
softly.  Mere seconds later,
they were in a passionate embrace under the warm flannel-like
sheets of the bed making
glorious love as they did, fueled by their desires to explore
each other's body and pagh, many
times that night.

         The next morning, Kira woke up, rubbed the sleep from
her eyes and slipped on the
sheer nightgown which had been thrown by the side of the bed
sometime the night before.  She
brushed a lock of hair out of Bareil's face and gently ran her
fingers over his lips before
kissing him.

       "Mmmm-hmmm." he gradually awoke and kissed her in return. 
He sat up next to her
and stroked her bare shoulders.

       Kira leaned back, resting her head on his chest.  "I love
you," she said "I'd rather spend
the day here, in bed with you." "All day?" he said. "How about
all *three* days?" he said,
whispering into her ear.

       "I'd love to," said Kira, getting up and heading to her
clothes closet. "Maybe I'll get
off duty early today."

        About 10 minutes later, The Intendant, crouched like a
cat in a corridor, finally saw
what she'd been waiting for, she saw Kira emerge from her
quarters in uniform, headed for
work.  As soon as Kira was out of sight, she darted around the
corner and quietly entered
Kira's quarters.  Bareil had fallen back asleep but she did not
want to risk waking him, so The
Intendant pressed the hypospray to his neck.  While he was out,
she stripped off the uniform
and wig and put on Kira's nightgown.  As he awoke 10 minutes
later, she stood by the edge
of the bed.  He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her,
puzzled.

       "Nerys, I thought you were gone!"  She answered him with a
deep, forceful kiss,
positioning herself on his lap in the process.

       "Nonsense, I told you that I wanted to be here with you
and I'm here." She took one
of his hands and grazed his fingers with her tongue.  The
Intendant soon caught sight of a cloth
sash, probably from his robe, hanging off the side of the bed. 
She pushed his shoulders lightly
as if beckoning him to lie down.  He did, and The Intendant, with
her legs still around him,
tied his hands together with the sash and proceeded to torment
him sweetly with her lips,
tongue, and hands.  Then, she took his tied wrists and untied the
sash with her teeth.  As the
sash fell to the floor he reached up and ran his fingers over her
belly moving them like feathers
or a light breeze and slowly up to her breasts.

       "Now you're going to get it!" he said disarmingly.  He
continued-- barely, teasingly,
touching her all over her body concentrating on her erogenous
zones-- the hollow between her
breasts, the small of the back, the backs of her knees, her inner
thighs, driving her crazy.  The
ridges of the Bajoran nose were notorious tickling weapons. Soon,
neither of them could
contain the fiery passion that had been building between them and
the heat of it melted them
together making love for what seemed like an eternity.


       As they lay sated hours later, The Intendant pillowed her
head on Bareil's chest.  She
thought about his love for this side's Kira and her love for him. 
It was natural, sincere, mature
and beautiful.  Her relationship with Terok Nor's Sisko, as well
as other lovers, was no more
than a passing night together.  Come to think of it, she had
never actually had a committed
relationship of any kind in her universe. The Intendant nestled
up closer to Bareil, not wanting
to let go of him.  She thought about how wonderful it would be to
have him all of the time
. .  . She looked at the chronometer on the wall next to the bed. 
It was 1700 hours-- when
Kira was supposed to get off duty.  The Intendant slowly got up
off the bed and whispered
"I'll be back." to the half-sleeping Bareil.  The Intendant
changed back into her disguise and
slipped out of Kira's quarters. She knew she would be in trouble
if the Major was working
overtime, but that was just a chance she would have to take.

       When Kira arrived at her quarters, she was startled to see
Bareil still asleep in her bed,
but she wasn't half as startled as he seemed to be, seeing her
tired from a long day of work
and dressed in her duty uniform. 

       "Nerys, why are you dressed like that?" he asked.

       "Well, Bareil, I =do= have to go to work, you know." she
said, worriedly puzzled.

       "Yes, I know you do, but today, you were here all day with
me, you insisted on it!" he
said, sitting up.

       "What are you talking about?" she said.

       "You.  . .  were going to leave for work, the next thing I
knew, you were .  . .  tying
my hands with a sash!"

       She first thought that he had mixed up fantasy with
reality.  After all, he had revealed
some rather *interesting* scenarios on the many nights they had
shared together.  Then,
suddenly, the idea dawned on Kira that Bareil was telling the
absolute truth.

       "Oh, Prophets!" she exclaimed.

       "What?" he said.

       "I . . .  have something to tell you that might shock
you." said Kira.
She explained to him about the bizarre turn of events on the
other side and her double, The
Intendant.  She made it clear to him that The Intendant needed to
go back where she belonged
and they devised a plan to tell the two Kiras apart.  She would
whisper the cryptic phrase--
"Celestial Temple" to him as a form of identification, if she
didn't know the phrase, he would
know he was with the wrong Kira and he was to discreetly contact
the real Kira and keep The
Intendant occupied until she showed up.

       "Celestial Temple--- how original!" the Intendant laughed
sensually as she listened in
on Kira and Bareil's conversation.  She had to admit, she did
love herself on this side, she was
tough and smart, but Bareil, on the other hand, held a stronger
attraction.  She listened to their
plans through a carefully hidden recording device that she had
planted just for occasions such
as these, if she had been found out, and they tried to find a way
to catch her.   She laughed
again and shut off the audio from the recording device.  She
resisted the temptation to leave
it on as Kira and Bareil continued their evening activities.  She
was a bit of a voyeur, but she
had more pressing issues to attend to at the moment.  She began
to work on the
communications panel in the empty guest quarters she had taken up
residence in.  The
Intendant carefully removed the metal panel on the wall and
modified the comm system so that
she could talk to somebody on her side.  The voice of Garak came
through. It was garbled by
static but she knew she had made a connection.

       "Garak, it's me, I will be returning tomorrow with another
person, beam two people,
at 1710 hours tomorrow afternoon from the following coordinates."
The Intendant gave Garak
the coordinates of the docked Runabout Ganges and closed the
commlink. The next day,
at 1705 hours, The Intendant, dressed in a filmy, leisurely,
dress swept across the Promenade
toward Bareil.  He took her in his arms and kissed her lightly.

       "What's the code word?" he asked.

       "Celestial Temple." responded Intendant coolly, taking his
hand and leading him in the
direction of the Runabout.

       "I thought we'd get away for an evening on Bajor together,
I know a place that even
the holosuite can't do justice to."

       Major Kira Nerys suddenly saw her double out of the corner
of her eye, walking next
to Bareil and heading toward the Runabouts.

       "Dammit, she must've figured out the phrase, why the hell
is she taking him there??"
she thought.  Kira darted around a corner as they passed.

". .  .  there's a gorgeous lake, the water's always warm, and
there's flowers everywhere.  I
thought we'd take a Runabout....."

       Kira heard the Intendant describing a place.

       "She's telling him she's taking him planetside, but . . .
Oh, great!" Kira figured out
where The Intendant was really taking Bareil . . . back to her
side's Deep Space Nine, or Terok
Nor, as it was called over there.  She had to stop her-- NOW. 
Kira followed The Intendant
and Bareil to where the Runabout Ganges was docked.  She heard
The Intendant punch in her
access code and enter the Runabout with Bareil.  Kira silently
followed them in.

       The Intendant looked at the Runabout's chronometer
absently-- 1709 hours-- 1 minute
before Bareil would be hers-- forever.  Yes, *forever*, she would
have Garak destroy the
transporter so her double would never be able to retrieve him,
and he would never be able to
return on his own.  She took him by  the arm and stood with him
in the center of the
Runabout.

       Kira looked at her double and Bareil-- something went off
inside of Kira's mind. "She's
BEAMING him out of here!"  At that exact moment, Major Kira Nerys
sprang from where she
was hiding in the Runabout and pushed her double down, and across
the floor, making her land
on the chair in front of the flight console, unconscious.

       She took Bareil by the arm.  "You've been tricked, let's
get out of here!" she told him. 
But they didn't-- at the precise second The Intendant had ordered
Garak to beam two people
off of the Runabout, the transporter from the other side engaged
and Kira and Bareil
shimmered out.  When they materialized again, they were on Terok
Nor. 

       As they became aware of their surroundings, Bareil noticed
the nearby computer panel's
display which featured the large symbol of the
Bajoran/Klingon/Cardassian alliance and text
in all three languages.

       "Where are we?" he asked of Kira. Kira was about to answer
him when she spotted a
Cardassian, whom she recognized as Garak, and two Klingons,
coming toward her and Bareil.

       "Play along Bareil. You, for now, are my new sex slave."
Bareil relaxed and stood
beside Kira in a slightly submissive silence.  Kira, for her
part, adopted the "come hither",
sensuous, and relaxed attitude of The Intendant. 

       Garak spoke. "Intendant, I assume this is the other person
you mentioned?" he asked. 
He also eyed the orange duty outfit she was wearing suspiciously.

       Kira kissed and caressed Bareil as if he were a pet puppy. 
"Yes." she said between the
kisses she was placing on Bareil's hands--"Isn't he just lovely?? 
And the clothes were a
disguise .  . "

       Garak turned stern. "I =thought= we weren't supposed to
bring other people across!"

       Kira toyed with Bareil's sash as she responded to the
Cardassian.  "Oh, Garak, rules are
meant to be broken." she said, with a laugh and a dismissive wave
of her hand.  She explored
Bareil's lips with one of her fingers and turned, with a slightly
annoyed look on her face, to
Garak.  "Don't you have better things to do??  Go keep the
Terrans in line--Vedek Bareil and
I have other .  .  business to attend to."

       With that, Kira and Bareil, and Garak and his men, took
opposite routes down the
corridor.  As soon as they were out of earshot of the others,
Bareil spoke. "Not that there's
anything wrong with being YOUR sex slave, but how are you
proposing to get home?"

       "Don't worry about it, my double had to get to *our* side
somehow, so we'll just have
to try and find out how.  In the meantime," she said, as they
came to her quarters "you're just
going to have to play slave."

       As they entered the quarters, Bareil noticed the huge bed
covered with satin sheets and
piled high with pillows.  A large black leather sofa, and various
other luxurious looking
furniture was arranged throughout the rooms.

       "Well Nerys, it looks like the Prophets may have a reason
for bringing us here after all." 
He laid down on the bed and patted the space next to him,
inviting Kira over.  Bareil ran his
hand down the sheets. "It would be a shame to let this nice big
bed go to waste."  Kira laid
down next to him, and Bareil snaked both of his arms around her
waist as she snuggled close
to him.

       "Well, if it was the Prophets' doing, hopefully they'll
give us the guidance to get back
before The Choosing." she said.

       "We'll find a way back." he assured her awkwardly.

       Kira suddenly rolled over on top of him--"But now, I think
we should be practicing our
roles--- slave!" she said.
       "Yes, mistress!" he responded, laughing.

        Back on the other side, The Intendant laid back on Kira's
bed, smiling to herself,
recalling the events of the evening.  When she had come to, she
was in the pilot's seat of the
Runabout Ganges.  She had made her way out of the Runabout
unnoticed and went back to
the Promenade where she had seen Lieutenant Dax in the Replimat.

       "Well," she had thought "if I can't have Bareil, I can
have the next best thing."  She had
approached Dax and the Trill had looked up.

       "I thought you'd be with Bareil." Dax had said.

       "No, he had some work to do, he's very busy with The
Choosing coming up and all."
The Intendant had responded, under the guise of Major Kira.

       "I was wondering, Jadzia, if you'd like to go anti-grav
sailing with me-- say, 1900
hours, Holosuite C?"

       "Sure." Dax had said "Just give me a little time to
change."

        At 1900 hours,  The Intendant had been already in
holosuite C, wearing nothing but
a thin pair of white silk panties, lying across a large bed,
covered with a white eyelet comforter
and a canopy of gauzy cotton with a dark grained wood frame,
admiring her work.  The room
was huge, all done in wood and brass, with rich Oriental rugs and
tall bookshelves lined with
classic erotica like The Story of O and The Erotic Adventures of
Sleeping
Beauty Series.   The room was a re-creation of a setting from The
Intendant's favorite novel
of the 20th century, Exit to Eden.  This particular room was a
private bedroom at an exotic sex
club (simply called The Club), belonging to the heroine, a
beautiful slave trainer named Lisa.
The Intendant loved the book, and even had it made into a
holo-novel in which she sometimes
played Lisa.  The Intendant had laid down on the bed and hugged
one of the large pillows to
her body, feeling the cool, clean, soft, cotton against her.  She
had commented to thin air "Oh,
what a shame, Bareil would have made a WONDERFUL Elliott!", and
then laughed when she
thought about how Bareil would go about playing the role of
Lisa's slave-turned-lover Elliott
Slater.  The Intendant was brought out of her reverie by the
entrance of Dax.  A look of
surprise had crossed Jadzia's features as she walked into the
holosuite.  The Intendant had eyed
her appraisingly for a minute-- Dax had been dressed in a tight
black tank top with a zipper
down the front and tight white shorts, her long brown hair pulled
back in a neat ponytail from
her freshly scrubbed face, making the black spots along her
hairline look stark and exotic.

       "Kira, this isn't the antigrav sailing program."   Dax had
said, confused.

       "I know, Jadzia." The Intendant had said, her voice going
low and seductive.  The
Intendant recalled fondly when she had gone up behind Dax and let
down her hair, moving her
lips along the spots at the base of Jadzia's neck, her hands
roaming Jadzia's breasts, and said
"Tell me, during all of your lifetimes when you've been a woman,
have you ever had sex with
another woman??"  "No" Dax had whispered, almost in a trance as
The Intendant removed her
own clothing slowly, and then Jadzia's.  Then she felt her move,
taking off her own remaining
clothing.  The Intendant had spoken again-- "Do you want to??"
Jadzia's only answer had been
a low moan of ecstasy which seemed to come from the voices of
both the host body and the
symbiont as she turned around The Intendant had kissed her, full
on the lips, their tongues
intertwining.  The two naked women had collapsed as one onto the
bed, kissing and fondling
each other's bodies, driven by pure desire.  The Intendant then
fondly remembered how she
had worked wonders intermixing the worlds of pleasure and pain
with a the wax of a lit rose
scented candle and a bottle of ice-cold exotic fruit nectar,
alternating them on Jadzia's entire
gorgeous body, tied helplessly to the large bed.  The Intendant
had taken the other woman to
new sexual heights, bringing her to what she had later said was
quite possibly the most
explosive orgasm in all of her eight lives.  Dax had later
reciprocated with remarkable
adeptness for a beginner and the two had shared a night of
forbidden and unbridled passion.


       On Terok Nor, Major Kira awoke in the arms of Bareil, the
only thing familiar about
this strange bedroom she was in being the warmth of his body
against her.  She looked at the
chronometer-- 0530 hours, the exact time she usually set the
alarm to wake her back home on
Deep Space Nine.  She knew for a fact that The Intendant was boss
and that she could get up
any time she wanted-- and that SHE, Major Kira Nerys, felt like
sleeping in that particular
morning.  Kira snuggled back into bed.


       As she drifted back to sleep, a wild and deviant thought
suddenly popped into Kira's
head as her eyes perused Bareil's attractive naked body with
beautiful ridges in =all= the right
places, and then spied a container of edible cherry flavored body
paint on the nightstand.  She
picked up the container from the nightstand, and then carefully
pulled down the sheets so as
not to wake him.  She covered her fingers with the red cherry
flavored, paste and smeared
some in strategic locations on his body. Then, she commenced to
lick it off slowly and
inexorably. She felt him become hotter and his breath come faster
as she cleaned him like a
cat.  She progressed downward, getting more intense with every
move.  A few minutes later,
she was thrown into a near state of euphoria as he exploded into
her mouth, filling her,
covering her tongue in salty-sweet sticky juices, the taste of
him mixed with the sweet taste
of cherries.  A low moan came from him as he  awoke to what was
quite possibly the most
interesting wake-up call her had ever received.  Before she could
swallow, he pulled her close
to him and kissed her long and deep, relishing the taste of him
in her mouth.


       "Oh, my--" he said.  "regardless of what kind of day this
is going to be, it certainly had
a good beginning!" "That---was------great!" he whispered between
giving her neck teasing little
kisses.  He ran his hands over her breasts, then took possession
of the cherry flavored paste
and covered her breasts in it, and formed a long trail of it down
her belly to her extremely wet
sex. He gave her the same treatment she had given him, moving his
tongue in slow, intense,
circles.  She came, and when she did, her juices flowed liberally
into his mouth and all over
his face.  Bareil enjoyed tasting her and delicately cleaned
every last mellifluous drop.

       She laughed softly as she relaxed on Bareil's chest
afterwards.  Their lips came together
in a long, lazy bunch of wet kisses, their tongues playing with
each other.  He bit her tongue,
gently, to tease her and she gave him a playful slap-- "Bad
slave!" "That reminds me," she said
"I wonder what my double has in her little "chest of toys" over
here."  Kira got up and opened
the large mahogany armoire to reveal an assortment of lingerie,
bondage devices,  and all
manner of other sex paraphernalia. Choice classic erotic
literature, chips containing erotic films
and holochips of the Intendant's favorite scenarios were all
organized neatly on the shelves and
in the drawers.

       "Hmmmm," Bareil said, getting up and picking out a sheer,
lacy red kimono, "wouldn't
mind seeing you in this," He picked up a bottle of almond scented
massage oil. "I wouldn't
mind trying out this stuff either."

       Kira kissed him softly. "We'll play later, now I've got to
work."

       Meanwhile, The Intendant sat in Commander Benjamin Sisko's
office, awaiting a
reprimand.  Sisko paced, tossing a worn baseball in his hands,
trying to think of what to say
to Kira. "Major, your conduct in Ops this morning was absolutely
unacceptable.  I will not
accept this from ANY senior officer, let alone you, my first
officer. I don't expect this kind
of behavior out of ANY member of this crew, least of all you." He
droned on and on about
how she had arrived an hour late, not done her job, and stomped
out of Ops when she'd 'had
enough'." Big deal.

       "Oh well," she thought, "whenever MY Benjamin gets mad,
all I have to do is remind
him of my =assets=." The Intendant slowly unzipped Kira's uniform
jacket and took it off to
reveal her usual white tank top.  As Sisko turned around, she
took it off, offering herself to
him.  She next took off her pants and boots. Before Sisko could
speak, she sat on his lap, and
pressed up against him like a cat in heat.

       "Major, this is COMPLETELY inappropriate!" cried Sisko,
fearing the worst-- Jake, or
anyone else for that matter, coming into the office at that very
moment and misconstruing the
obviously inebriated and/or delusional Kira's advances to mean
something totally different.

       "Oh, hush, Benjamin!" she said, unhooking her bra. "This
is all I have to do USUALLY
to calm you down." she purred, taking his face to hers and
capturing it in a long kiss.  Sisko
broke out of the embrace forcefully, pushing her off his lap.

       "I have no idea what you are talking about, but get out of
my office, now! You are off
duty and confined to quarters until further notice!" said Sisko.

       "Fine." said The Intendant, slightly miffed. She bent down
to retrieve her clothes, put
them on, and left.

       Sisko made a mental note to order a full psychiatric
evaluation of the Major as soon as
possible.

       Meanwhile, on the other side, Major Kira tried to look as
Intendant-like as she could,
sitting behind her desk, wearing The Intendant's extremely tight
silver rubber catsuit.  She was
obviously not in as good physical form as her counterpart. The
suit was meant to be tight, but
it was a little =too= tight around the hips and thighs. Then, she
reminded herself that she'd
been neglecting her exercise routine lately either working
overtime in Ops, or performing
"exercises" of another kind with Bareil.  She wondered if
cherry-flavored body paint was
fattening.

       Garak entered and approached the desk. "Ah, Intendant, I
see we finally decided to
show up this morning.  Couldn't stop playing with that new *toy*,
could we??"

       "Shut the hell up, Garak." she said, sternly.

       "Ooooh, snippy!!" he remarked, a slight grin turning his
reptilian features upwards.

       Kira shot him a look that could probably penetrate
deflector shields, and he stopped.

       Kira leisurely put her legs up on the desk in front of her
and stared out into space for
a few minutes.

       "Garak.... I want to throw a party." she purred.

       "But we just had one!" replied the Cardassian.
       
       "I want another...... to welcome Bareil onto the station."
said Kira.

       Garak grinned widely. "Ah, so this one was good enough to
warrant a party! Your last
few slaves have been lacking, I assume?  Well, considering you
DID go to another universe
to get pick up THIS one. . ." 

       "Bareil is........ different. Now get to work, I want
everything ready by 1900 hours."

       "Yes, Intendant. Who is going to tend bar, now that the
Ferengi is gone?"

       Kira thought for a minute.  "Bareil will do it." she
replied.

       Kira made her way back to her quarters to inform Bareil of
her plans to try and make
it to the secret transporter during the party that night.  When
she arrived, he was perusing the
Intendant's personal logs.

       "Quite an INTERESTING woman." he mused.
       
       "That's an understatement." Kira replied.
       
       After she had finished explaining her plans, she strode
over to the closet and removed
a tight silvery muscle shirt, a pair of tight black patent
leather pants, and a pair of leopard skin
thong underwear.

       She held the clothes out to Bareil. "You've got to dress
the part."

       "Oh, come on, I'm a =Vedek= for Prophets' sake, if anyone
sees me in these.....  Is this
supposed to be underwear?" he said, holding up the scanty thong.
"Where's the rest of it?"

       She shushed him with a kiss. "You don't think this rubber
get-up is any more
comfortable, do you?" 

       "Well, =I= don't mind the rubber get-up at all......" he
started.

       "You stop it!" Kira exclaimed, and swatted him playfully
on the behind.

       "Okay, I'm going, I'm going......" Bareil said with
feigned resignation as he took the
proffered clothing and went to change into it.

       Back on Deep Space Nine, The Intendant paced her
counterpart's quarters nervously. 
She couldn't believe how incredibly boring the life of Major Kira
Nerys really was.  The
Intendant thought her a workaholic. She didn't have anything
interesting around to read, just
religious and inspirational books.  She barely had any holochips,
interesting ones anyway.  The
Intendant had given up on religion.  She couldn't bring herself
to believe in anything greater
than she was that no one could really see.  The Bajoran theocracy
had collapsed a long time
ago with the formation of the Cardassian/Bajoran/Klingon
alliance.  Sure there were still some
small factions of Bajorans who opposed the Alliance's treatment
of Terrans, but no one
listened to them.  She became progressively angry as she paced
with nowhere to go, nothing
to do.  Her attempt at the ultimate vacation with exactly the
perfect souvenir had been thwarted
and she was angry.  However, the Intendant always considered
herself an optimist, and she was
going to make this little foray into an alternate universe into
the ultimate pleasure cruise.  She
began to fiddle and tinker with any part of the computer system
that she could get her hands
on.  She hacked her way into many different systems, setting
little booby traps for anyone that
might come upon them.  They were little things of course, but it
was always the little things
that killed, wasn't it?  Then, she found her way into the
ultimate power source.  The self-
destruct mechanism.  She found an obscure, back door kind of
route into the mechanism that
would trigger it only on the voice command and security code of
Major Kira, and did not
require the approval of Sisko.  The security code was no problem,
since she couldn't find it,
Kira wasn't dumb enough to write it down anywhere of course, she
had simply programmed
a new one, and in the process, she had locked out Sisko's access
to the system. Whatever he
did would have no influence on the situation.  She had all the
control.  She had all the power.

       At 1900 hours on Terok Nor, the party on the Promenade was
beginning.  Kira, as her
double, was "working the room", and Bareil stood behind the bar. 
After excusing herself from
a *scintillating* conversation about Cardassian literature with
Garak, Kira slipped behind the
bar. Clad in a very short, low-cut, very Intendant-like, red
dress, she slipped into the back room
where the transporter was supposedly stored. 

       "NERYS!" Kira looked up when she heard her name called.
What she saw was Bareil
with a puzzled look on his face, peering around the doorway.

       "WHAT?"

       "How in the world do you make a Klingon "Bloody
Bat'leth?""

       "I have no earthly idea! Make something up!"  she hissed,
while furiously punching
keys on the keypad to get the transporter working.

       Bareil mixed several interesting colored liquids together
in a tall glass and presented the
drink to a large, burly, Klingon.  The Klingon eyed the drink,
took a sip, and then furiously 
spat the mixture back into Bareil's face. 

       "WHAT the hell is THIS supposed to be??" thundered the
Klingon, leaning over the
bar, breathing down Bareil's neck. 

       Bareil wiped his face with a bar rag and managed to
stammer "Oh, I'm, uh, dreadfully
sorry, I must have mixed up the bottles... or.... something...."
Bareil noticed the Klingon's
heightening anger in the Klingon's facial expressions and body
language.  Thinking quickly,
he pulled out a bottle from under the bar with writing on it that
looked to him like Klingon,
and placed it on the bar.  "Ah, there you go, the whole bottle,
on the house....uh, don't mention
it!"

       "THIS IS =FERENGI= WINE, YOU BAJORAN IDIOT!! How DARE you
insult me
by implying that I would drink this FERENGI shit!" 

       With that, the Klingon took the bottle up over his head
and brought it down onto the
bar, smashing it into a million pieces spraying liquor and
shattered glass.  At that moment, Kira
grabbed Bareil from inside the back room and dragged him into the
back of the bar.  

       "Get in here! Remind me never to let you tend bar again!"
she said.

       "I'm sorry, it's just that we don't get much call for
Klingon "Bloody Bat'leth"s at the
monastery!  I'm a gardener, not a bartender!" he replied.  Bareil
waggled his eyebrows slightly
and snuggled Kira into a big hug. "I'll make it up to you when we
get back." he whispered into
her ear.

       "We'd better get moving.  I have a feeling my double's
pretty bored.  And a bored
megalomaniac dominatrix is a dangerous one." she said.

       With that, Kira and Bareil stepped onto the transporter
pad and shimmered out.
When they arrived on the station, they were greeted by what was
tantamount to Armageddon.
They felt as if they had stepped into a tropical jungle.  It was
hot as hell.  The next minute,
it was freezing cold. Someone had found a way into the climate
controls.  Klingon opera blared
in the background against the din of voices of confused and
disoriented people.  The lights
blinked constantly, making everyone appear as if they were in an
old earth motion picture.  But
one sound blared over all of them.

"FIVE MINUTES TO SELF-DESTRUCT! FIVE MINUTES TO SELF-DESTRUCT!"

"Oh, Prophets, she's done it!" exclaimed Kira.

With that, Kira, Bareil at her heels, dashed to her quarters. 
The door was locked.

"OPEN THIS DOOR! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW! I MEAN IT! OPEN THIS DOOR,
YOU
BITCH! NOW!" she screamed, beating on the door.

"THREE MINUTES TO SELF-DESTRUCT!"

Kira ripped the control panel off of the wall near the door with
her bare hands and pulled the
manual override handle to open the door.  Furiously, she pushed
her way into her quarters and
grabbed her counterpart by the neck.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?! Do you realize how
many people are going to
die! Do you realize YOU'RE going to die?!" she screamed.

The Intendant laughed coolly, her dark eyes filling with an
insane glow. "Pish posh! I knew
all about that, dear.  I want you to go down in history, as the
woman who DESTROYED
DEEP SPACE NINE.  The patriotic war hero with a heart of gold who
suddenly went
CRAZY!  She went down with her station, how touching.  You
screwed up my plan, =you=,
and =Romeo= over there, were supposed to be either stranded on
Terok Nor, or if you were
smart enough to try and beam back, you would be beamed into the
vacuum of empty space,
and DIE!" 

Her maniacal laughter was cut off by Kira's hands tightening
around her windpipe.  

"TWO MINUTES TO SELF-DESTRUCT!"

"You tell me that code NOW, or you're going to DIE!" Kira
tightened her hold on her
psychotic counterpart.  

The Intendant choked out the security code, and Kira, with five
seconds to spare, managed to
disable the self-destruct sequence.

       After the entire incident was over, The Intendant was
placed in the brig for the night,
decked out in a *snazzy* silver version of the classic
straitjacket.  A way to send her home
would be figured out after repair crews had begun to clean up the
mess she had caused that
day with her creative hacking skills.

       Odo eyed the Intendant sitting in her cell, a scowl a mile
wide across her face. 

       "No bound, oiled, and nervous slaves tonight?
Awwwwwww......poor Intendant, we took
away your toys didn't we? Now you have to sit in the corner!" he
said, voice dripping with
sarcasm.

       "YOU shut up, NOW, you, you..... disgusting pile of
gelatin!" she hissed.

       "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will
never hurt me!" replied Odo,
waggling his finger. "Good NIGHT Intendant." he finished.

       "Well, it's been quite an adventure, I must say......" 
mused Bareil, finishing his glass
of spring wine, and rising from the couch, putting the empty
glasses and bottle back onto the
replicator pad.

       Kira stood up as well, and slid her arms around his waist,
resting her head on his chest
"I'm sorry for all that happened.  The bartending, those
ridiculous clothes..... my alternate self's
weird sexual practices."

       "It's alright." he replied, pulling her closer to him.
"Through this whole thing, I tell you,
one thing's been wonderful..... you've been driving me absolutely
insane with those clothes!"
he said into her neck.

       "Well, I know that," she replied, giggling, slowly sliding
her hand down his pants, and
untucking his shirt and then proceeding to lower regions of his
anatomy. "those patent leather
pants and that thong don't hide much!"  she finished, kissing his
neck impishly.

       Bareil blushed bright red at Kira's comment, and at what
Kira's hands were currently
doing.  He reached his hands around and undid the zipper that ran
the length of the back of
Kira's dress.  They continued to undress each other and make
their way into the bedroom with
their characteristic intense passion. Throughout that night,
Bareil made up for his bartending
blunders SEVERAL times over.


                                       THE END