Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2001 12:03:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fic: Star Trek: Home Is Where The Heart Is 1/1

Title: Star Trek: Home Is Where The Heart Is (celeb
F/F)

Author: John O'Connor

Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17.

Pairings: Janice Rand/Christine Chapel.

Category: First time.

Date: 4 April 2001

Series: None.

Website: http://www.ma-at.net/Sam-and-Janet-God/

Disclaimer:  "Star Trek", it's characters, locations,
etc are copyright Paramount Pictures.  No infringment
for profit is intended.  This is strictly for fun.

Summary: Janice Rand's return to Star Fleet Command
allows her to catch up with an old friend.

Notes: 1) This takes place sometime before "Star Trek
III: The Search For Spock."
2) This is an entry in the Round 2 for the
femme_fuhq_fest. (Other great "Star Trek" stories can
be found at geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest)
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Home Is Where The Heart Is


The shuttle settled onto the landing pad so smoothly
the passengers barely noticed.  As the crew prepared
to open the portside hatch, the pilot said, "Welcome
to Earth."

"I was under the impression that we'd have to buck a
typhoon over the Pacific," Commander Janice Rand
commented as she stepped into the bright sunlight.

The pilot, who couldn't have been more than 25
standard years old, shook his head, "No, I saw the
meteorological report before we left Space Dock and
took the Northern Flight Path.  It usually takes a
little longer but we got lucky.  There isn't much
traffic today."

"Well, thank you.  After that cosmic storm near Tau
Ceti, I can really appreciate a smooth flight,"
Janice responded.  'God, was I ever that young?' she
thought.

Taking her case, the newest addition to Starfleet
Headquarters headed for the ground transport
terminal. It felt good to be back on terra firma.
'Literally,' she thought with a smile.

As she looked around the landing field, she could
see the South Tower of the Golden Gate off to her
left. It rose proudly into the nearly cloudless sky.
It was good to be home.

Reaching the subshuttle station, she waited for a
free car and ordered it to take her to Starfleet
Communications.  The podcar zipped down the transit
tube and under the Bay to old Oakland.

As Janice stepped up to street level, she looked up
at the new building that would house the
Communications
Division.  The exterior of the office tower was
nearly complete.  The face of the building was adorned
with the stories-tall Starfleet emblem.

Smiling, Janice remembered the day when she was in
Officer Candidate School and it was announced that
Starfleet would adopt the old Enterprise insignia
for fleet-wide use.  She was filled with pride that
she
had served aboard that ship with that crew.

The current location of the Comm Division was down
the block in an old post-war 21st-century relic.  The
old steel and glass building was not more than fifteen
stories high and looked quaint, at best, in
comparison with the new structure looming to the
north.

As she entered, she could see the signs of age in
the structure.  There were water stains on the ceiling
and the walls.  Some of the rooms seemed to give off
the musty smell of age, even with the newest
air-conditioning equipment.

As Janice reached the Division Commander's office,
she was shown right in.  Sitting at the large desk was
Admiral Janet Carter, an petit woman with long brown
hair streaked with grey and a large brown eyes.

She smiled sunnily and extended her hand.  "Welcome
to the Comm Division, Commander.  I trust you found
you're way here with little difficulty?"

Returning the handshake, Janice nodded, "Yes,
Admiral. I'm excited to be here."

"Well, hopefully, the condition of this dinosaur of
a building won't put you off too much.  We should be
able to move into our new facilities by the first of
the year.  With that in mind, upkeep here isn't as
much of a priority as it once was."  Indicating a
chair, Carter said, "Please sit, Commander.  I don't
stand too much on formality here.  Well, not unless
some brass hats from HQ show up.  Anyway, I've
looked over your service record.  Very impressive.
>From a yeoman to a full commander in such a short time
shows me that you are someone very committed to the
service.  If I may ask, why did you choose
communications as a specialty?"

Janice thought for a moment and then said, "I guess
I was impressed by how important communications are to
starship operations.  When I was with the
Enterprise, the communications officer was quite
willing to teach me about subspace and the various
components needed for communciations, intra- as well
as inter-ship."  Janice suppressed a smile but she
didn't add that Nyota Uhura had taught her many other
things not covered in regulations.

"Commander, I don't stand much on formality here, as
I said," Admiral Carter said.  "While you will be
working with Captain Owens on the new Argus Array,
if you feel the need, my office is always open."

Making her way down to a lower floor, Janice came to
the Argus Array Development Group suite.  Stepping
inside, she saw several people working with
holosimulators.  Asking one of the technicians, she
was directed to the group leader's office.

Knocking on the jamb of the open door, she was waved
in by a man in casual clothes taking on a vidlink.
"Yes, Ah understand the problems dealing with
e-liquids in zero grav.  Just work out the details.
Ah have complete faith in yew and yer group, Stan."

She took in the rest of the office.  Behind the
desk, the broad window showed the new Comm Division
building being erected.  On one low cabinet to her
right was a scale model of the Argus Array.  There was
a reproduction of a Remington sculpture on another
cabinet.   The walls were covered with 2D photos of
Old West scenes.

Turning her attention to Owens, she saw he was
wearing blue denim pants and a faded blue work shirt.
He had his boot-clad feet up on his desk as he talked
over subspace with one of the construction team
leaders.

Turning to his visitor, the man smiled, stood, and
said, "Ya'll must be Commander Rand.  Ah've heard good
things about ya from yer former captains.  Welcome
to the Argus Group."  He shook her hand firmly.

"Thank you sir," Janice replied, smiling at the
heavy accent she heard in his voice.  It brought back
memories of the party several years ago when James
Kirk made admiral and Doctor McCoy had a few too
many mint juleps.  "I'm happy to be here, Captain."

"Call me Buck.  Muh daddy had a thing for classical
music from the 1900s and some o' the better country
musicians. Anyway, ah know ya've met with the
admiral. Ah hope ya understand that we don't worry too
much about the niceties of rank and such like heah.
If
ya don't feel much like comin' in uniform, that's
alright with me.  If ya do, jest wear some smell good
come summertime."

Janice looked down at the red jacket and black
slacks of her uniform.  The jacket could get quite
warm, especially when the weather turned hot.  Much as
she loved to wear the uniform, she didn't think she'd
mind coming to work on a daily basis in civvies.

As they discussed the new comm system they were
going to be working on, Janice felt more and more
comfortable.  She knew she'd get along fine here, if
everyone was as easy going as Buck.

At the conclusion of her brief introduction and tour
of the group, Janice was directed to the nearest BOQ
where she could stay until she located someplace
more permanent.  With orders to report at 0800, Janice
left Buck's office.  She collected her bags from the
anteroom of the outer office and headed for the
street again.

She headed for the subshuttle and had to wait for a
free podcar to take her back to the San Francisco
side of the Bay.  Once there, she walked the four
blocks to the BOQ set up near Headquarters.

It was another older building but in better shape
than the Comm Division's current home.  At the front
desk, an officious lieutenant hardly looked at her as
he consulted the computer.  "Sorry, Commander Rand.
No
singles available.  I can put you in with another
officer, but that's the best I can do."

Sighing and thinking she had to start looking
soonest for her own place, she agreed.  As she took
the
turbolift up to her floor, she hoped her roommate
wouldn't be a real pain like her first cabin mate
when she made ensign.   God, but that man seemed to
forget where the sonic shower was half the time!

Opening the door of her newly assigned quarters,
Janice was pleased to see a relatively spacious
sitting room with doors leading off both sides.  As
she explored further, she discovered she had her own
bedroom and only had to share a small kitchen and
the sitting room.  Each bedroom had it's own bathroom
too. With real showers!

Noting that the left room had been taken, she threw
her bag on the large bed in the room to the right.
Janice took off her jacket and went to turn on the
water in the shower.  As it heated up, she removed
her boots, slacks, and the turtleneck shirt.

Standing and stretching in front of the bedroom
mirror, she looked at her reflection.  Standing in
her underwear she couldn't deny she wasn't a
twenty-year old yeoman anymore but she was in pretty
good shape she decided.  As she pulled off her
underwear, she turned in the mirror.  'Hmm...no
sagging...not too
much wear and tear on the old bod...' she thought.

Not being too vain, she stopped her personal
inspection and went into the bathroom and stepped
under the hot stream.  It was almost a sexual rush
for her after all those months of sonic showers.  What
she wouldn't give for a leisurely bath, though.
Something to consider when she started to look for her
own place.

Standing under the gentle cascade, she washed
herself.  Janice smiled when she discovered she was
wet and not from the water.  She realized she would
have to do something about that as she turned off the
water and dried her lean frame.

As Janice rubbed the towel across her body she felt
her nipples harden and a warm dampness beneath her
blond tuft.  She tossed the towel aside and walked
into her room.

As she crawled onto the bed and slid her right hand
between her legs, she pinched her left nipple with
her fingers.  Just as she began, a voice called from
the sitting room, "Hey roomie!"

Janice stared in horror at the open door between her
bedroom and the sitting room.  A familiar form
stepped into the doorway before she could do anything
about the compromising position she had placed herself
in.

Christine Chapel, MD, stood with her mouth hanging
open as she saw her suitemate laying naked on her
bed obviously pleasuring herself.  She began to mutter
an apology and back away when the woman on the bed
yelled, "Chris!"

As the nude figure jumped up and grabbed her in a
tight embrace, Christine was completely nonplussed.
Who was this woman?  Why was she hugging her like
they were old friends?

The strange blonde pulled back and smiled just as
recognition flared in Chris' mind.  It was Janice
Rand!

With that thought, Chris returned the embrace,
Janice' self-indulgence forgotten in the pleasure of
seeing an old friend.

They both began to talk at once.  "How are you?"
"What are you doing here?"  "I'm assigned to
Starfleet Medical."  "Communications!"  "You look
great!"

The last comment reminded the women that one of them
was still bare-assed naked.  Janice blushed and
turned to grab some clothes from one of her bags.

Chris, equally embarrassed at finding her friend
playing with herself, smiled and said, "I think I'll
wait out here.  Yeah, I think I will."

In less than two minutes, Janice walked into the
sitting room wearing a casual blue shirt and loose
khaki slacks.   Chris stood and hugged her friend
again.

They sat at opposite ends of the short couch and
started to compare notes and catch up.

"Janice, the last I heard you were on the Raleigh."

"Yeah, but a couple of standard months ago I was
promoted to full commander and the Powers The Be
decided I should be reassigned.  The Raleigh already
had too many senior officers...  What about you?  I
thought you were still on the Enterprise?"

"Haven't you heard?  It's going to be decommissioned
and they've already started reassigning the crew."
The reminder of the great ship's fate cast a
momentary pall on their happy reunion.

Chris looked up and said, "I've been assigned to
Starfleet Medical."

"Great!  Here?  Headquarters?" Janice asked
excitedly.

"Is there any other Starfleet Medical?" Chris
smirked.

After several minutes more catching up, Chris paused
and said, "I don't know about you but I'm famished!
Care to join an old friend for dinner?"

"Love to!"  Janice jumped up, "Just let me get some
shoes on.  I'm starving too!"

Chris, who had been in the BOQ for a little over a
week and knew her way around, took Janice to a
quaint little Szechuan restaurant in New Chinatown.

As they shared steamy, spicy Oriental food, they
continued to catch up with each other's lives.

"So, after the whole thing with Kahn, and the...um,
Spock's uh, death, I am really not too sorry to
leave the Enterprise."

Janice reached across the table and took Chris'
hand. "I'm sorry, Chris.  I know how you felt
about..."

Chris shook her head as she grasped Janice' slender
hand, "No, I haven't felt that way for a long time.
But he is..."  She swallowed and blinked several
times, "He was a good friend.  I will always miss
him."

Again, a somber mood intruded on their reunion.  Too
much tragedy that affected them, on different
levels.

Although Janice hadn't been on the Enterprise in a
few years, not since her brief posting during the
V'ger
encounter, she had never really left the ship in
spirit.  Not since the day she had first been
assigned as a naive, young yeoman with an impossibly
tall hairdo.

Smiling at the memory of how much trouble she went
to with that checkerboard pattern and how ludicrous it
looked to her in retrospect, Janice shook her head.
"Remember my hair?" she asked as she unconsciously
ran her fingers through the loose blond tresses.

"That cross-weave?  Oh God!" Chris started to
giggle.

"Hey!  Don't laugh!  You had that silver thing
going," Janice laughed.

"Yeah, trying to look older and wiser than I really
was.  Doctor McCoy always told me to wash go wash it
out.  I always had to tell him it was a molecular
treatment and wouldn't wash out.  It had to grow
out."  Chris also fingered her hair.  It was an ashy
blond now and she also wore it loose over her
shoulders.  "I went back to being a blonde after you
left the ship.  It took that long for the bonded hair
to grow out."

"Wouldn't it be great if Nyota was assigned
planetside?" Janice asked, reminded of her youth on
the Enterprise.

Chris smiled, both at the change in subject and as
she remembered the lovely Nyota Uhura.  She wouldn't
mind seeing her dusky sometime-lover again.  She then
looked directly at Janice while she decided whether
to share that tidbit with her.  Making her decision,
Chris asked, "Shall we head back?  I have some
Romulan ale that Doctor McCoy gave me when we all
split
up..."

"Hmm...I haven't had Romulan ale in quite a while!
Let's go!"

Back in their suite, Janice sank onto the couch
while Chris got the bottle from her room.  "I left it
in there until I knew what kind of person my roommate
was going to be," she offered in explanation.

Sitting on the couch and pouring two generous
glasses of the electric blue liquor, Chris handed one
to Janice.  Clicking her glass with Janice', she
offered, "To old friends, those lost to us and those
returned..."

Janice gave her friend a slightly sad smile and
nodded before tossing off most of the glass.

As the liquid fire burned into her head, she fell
back on the cushion.  "Wow!  I forgot what a kick this
stuff has!"

"Yeah, better watch it!  Don't want to show up your
first day with a Romulan hangover!"

They sipped the next glass.  Chris looked out the
window at the view of the dark Bay and set her glass
down on the table next to the bottle.

"Janice, were you aware that Nyota and I were
lovers?"

The bluntness of the question cut right through the
haze slowly spreading through Janice' head.  Trying
to sound unimpressed, she asked, "Lovers?  Really?
Interesting."

Chris looked at her friend and nodded, "Yeah, for
several years.  We first got together a few months
after you left the ship.  She was a big part of the
reason I finally was able to give up on my hopeless
fantasies about Spock."

Janice sat forward and touched Chris' arm, "I'm
glad.  She's a wonderful person and I'm sure she was a
great comfort to you."

"Janice, can I ask you a question?"  Janice nodded.
"Nyota never said anything but I caught hints that
you and she..."

"Were we lovers?" Janice asked for Chris.  "Well, I
don't know if you could call it that.  We got
together briefly a few times before I left for OCS."

Smiling nostalgically, Janice went on, "She came to
me when I was really upset one night.  I finally
realized that Jim Kirk would never love me.  Not the
way he loved his ship.  She held me as I cried and
somehow we began kissing and..."

Chris nodded, "That was the same way with me.  It
was shortly after Spock broke his arranged marriage.
She came to me to comfort me and well..."

"Maybe that's her way of seducing other women,"
Janice joked.

"Yeah, what a ploy!" Chris agreed with a laugh.  "I
may have to try that myself!"

Janice looked closely at Chris, "Should I start to
cry?"

Chris didn't say anything, just leaned towards
Janice and gently kiss her.  It was just a light
brushing of her lips against Janice' lips.  But she
felt a little spark at the contact.

Eyes wide open, Janice smiled, "Wow, that was
really...that was nice."

Chris leaned towards her again and kissed her a
little harder.  This was a longer kiss and they both
slowly opened their mouths almost simultaneously,
their
tongues slowly exploring.

Janice lay back on the cushions, drawing Chris down
with her, their lips never parting.  The doctor's
hands moved gently over the other woman's clothed
body, exciting Janice in a way she hadn't been in
years.  The communications officer's hands began
their own feverish exploration of the woman laying on
her.

After a several minutes, Chris broke the kiss and
looked down at her flushed lover.  "My place or
yours?" she asked smirking.

Breathing heavily, Janice managed to say, "I don't
care!"

Chris stood and took Janice' hand, leading her into
the doctor's bedroom.  As they stood by the bed,
they took turns removing the other's clothing until
they were both as naked as Janice was when Chris
walked
in on her earlier in the day.

Janice smiled and whispered, "I've always wanted to
see you naked.  You're beautiful, Christine!"  She
reached out and cupped one breast, rubbing her thumb
across the hardening nipple.  Her other hand snaked
around Chris' neck as Janice pulled her into another
pasionate kiss.

Chris, who knew she didn't have the figure she did
fifteen years ago, was still proud of the care she
had taken of her body.  When she heard Janice' words,
she felt a rush of pride and excitement.  To know she
turned on this lovely woman in her arms was so
arousing.

Back on the Enterprise, Chris had tried to make it a
point to be in Sick Bay if Janice came in for a
physical.  She had always wanted to see and touch
and taste the young woman.  Now, a decade and a half
later, she finally was getting her chance.

Chris reclined on the bed and Janice lay on her side
next to her.  The communications officer's hand
lightly traced patterns on Chris' bare skin, never
touching the more sensitive organs.  Not yet...

She leaned over and forcefully thrust her tongue
into Chris' mouth, the doctor's tongue responding
happily.  Janice let her body slowly fall onto the
doctor's as she began to rub her body on Chris.

Nipples brushed against nipples, pubic hair slid
against pubic hair creating little sparks of static
electricity that shot right to their cores.  Janice
slid her thigh between Chris' thighs and rubbed
against the older woman's sex.  Chris responded with
a guttural moan into Janice' mouth as she began to
grind her leg into Janice' mound.

Both women felt the moisture flowing from the other
onto their thighs.  Soon, the natural lubricant was
aiding them in their rocking, fucking motion.  They
began move faster and faster, inadvertently matching
the other's pace.

Both women climaxed within moments of each other,
yelling out their pleasure.  As the waves of passion
crested, Janice fell limply onto Chris' sweaty, hot
body.

Tenderly kissing Chris, Janice quietly said, "Thank
you.  That was worth waiting for..."

Chris looked at Janice questioningly so Janice
explained, "I've wanted to be with you since I first
met you all those years ago.  I never believed it
would happen."

Chris stared at Janice, "You wanted to...back on the
Enterprise?  Damn!"

As Chris started to chuckle, Janice, looking
puzzled, asked, "What's so funny?"

"Did you ever wonder why I was always there for your
physicals?"

"Well, I just assumed being Head Nurse...Oh?  Oh!
Well, why the hell didn't you say anything?  With
that whole Spock thing, how was I supposed to know?"

Chris shook her head, "Oh, never mind!  Just kiss
me!"

Janice happily complied starting with Chris' mouth
and moving down her body, planting wet kisses along
the
soft, bare skin.  As she tongued the doctor's
nipples, Chris arched her back as little shocks passed
through her body.

Janice let her fingers lead the way and began to
play with the short, curly hair at the juncture of
Chris' thighs as she continued her oral tour of the
woman's body.  Pausing to french kiss Chris' belly
button, Janice slid one finger along the outer edge of
Chris' pussy.  She was practically dripping!

Crawling between Chris' outstretched legs, Janice
gently parted the wet, glistening folds beneath the
blond patch.  Chris looked up and shook her head,
"No, together!"

Janice smiled at her and moved back up on the bed.
Positioning herself so that her legs were on either
side of the older woman's head, she lowered her hot
pussy onto Chris' ready mouth.

Gasping as tongue touched labia, Janice threw her
head back for a moment before lowering herself to
taste
the nectar oozing out of Chris' slit.

Both women fell into a natural rhythm of licking and
nibbling at the sweet flesh before them.  What one
woman did, the other copied.  If Janice stuck her
tongue deep into Chris, Chris shoved her tongue as
far as she could into Janice.  When Chris slipped her
finger into Janice, Janice slipped her finger into
Chris.  Both of them and neither of them took the
lead in their lovemaking, all they were concerned with
was pleasuring their partner.

As they concentrated on their lover's sex, each
woman experienced several small orgasms.  Each little
explosion of pleasure only heightened their
passions.

One of the women, later they could not agree who,
wrapped her lips around the other's clitoris and
began to apply a steady suction.  The other woman
reciprocated and added her tongue, flicking lightly
across the tip of the clit and swabbing it around
the flesh at it's base.

Sliding more fingers into each other while
maintaining the suction, each woman fell over the
brink and cried out her explosive orgasm into the
other woman.

Falling away from Chris, Janice rested her head on
the other's thigh as she slowly recovered from the
powerful orgasm they had shared.  She finally
crawled up and kissed Chris, tasting herself on Chris'
lips and tongue.

"That was fantastic!" Chris declared hoarsely.

"God, it was!" Janice agreed as she lay her head on
Chris' soft breast.

They dozed off in each other's arms only to awaken
later and pleasure each other again.

Waking to the sun rising over the Bay, they shared a
light breakfast.  As the women talked and giggled
over their plates of mixed fruit and breakfast rolls,
Chris said, "Janice, I know you don't have a place
yet. I'm moving into a large studio over in Marin by
the end of the week.  Join me?"

Janice nodded.  "I'd love to.  On one condition..."

"What?"

Janice leaned over and whispered into Chris' ear and
the doctor sat back smiling.  "I think that can be
arranged.  And more..."

When Janice reported for her first day, she was
exhausted but happy.  She finally felt at home for
the first time in a long while.

The End.