Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 12:52:30 -0800 (PST)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: When Worlds Collide  1/1 

Title: When Worlds Collide (lesbian celeb)
Author: John O'Connor 
E-mail: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com

Pairing: B'Elanna Torres/Mary Ann Summers ("Star Trek:
Voyager"/"Gilligan's Island") 

Rating: NC-17 for graphic lesbian sex. 

Disclaimer:  "Star Trek", it's characters, locations,
etc are copyright Paramount Pictures.    "Gilligan's
Island" and all it's characters are copyright by
Sherwood Schwartz and CBS Television. No infringement
for profit is intended.  This is strictly for fun.

Summary: B'Elanna Torres helps a young castaway cope
with life on a tropical island.

Archiving: On the FFF web page.  Also at ASCEM. 
Later, at the Nifty Archives, my web site, and the
Lady Slash site.

Web site: http://www.ma-at.net/Sam-and-Janet-God 
(only "Stargate SG-1" femslash at the moment but that
will change)

Notes:  1) This is an entry in Round 4 for the
femme_fuhq_fest. (Others can be found at
geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest)
2) Note: spoilers (of a sort) for the 3rd season
episode "And Then There Were None" (episode #81) of
"Gilligan's Island."
_______________________________________________________
When Worlds Collide

B'Elanna Torres, chief engineer of the starship USS
Voyager and former Maquis fighter, stood just above
the surf on a stretch of smooth, white sand.  She
gazed out at the tranquil blue waters of the South
Pacific.  Behind her was a curtain of verdant green, a
tropical island full of life.

The warm tropical sun quickly caused her to remove her
jacket.  She pinned her communicator badge to her
regulation tank top and, tossing the uniform jacket
aside, spread her arms and stood there basking in the
warm solar rays.

Eyes closed, she relied on her other senses.  Her
hearing could detect, over the sounds of the surf, the
calls of birds and the rustle of leaves in the jungle
canopy covering the island.  Her nose could pick up
the individual aromas of the salt spray, the perfume
of the exotic fruits and flowers, and the underlying
scent of decaying vegetation.  Because B'Elanna was
born of a Klingon mother and a human father, she had a
heightened sense of smell and could detect the
incredibly subtle whiffs of sulfur from the now
dormant volcano at the far end of the island.

The sun was beginning to relax her in a way she had
rarely experienced in the years since her Maquis
vessel and the starship Voyager had been sucked into
the Delta Quadrant by a god-like alien entity.  'I
could learn to like it here,' the lovely hybrid mused.

As if to bely the peaceful feelings she was beginning
to experience, there was a crashing in the bushes at
her back.  B'Elanna turned quickly, pulling her phaser
in a fluid movement to confront whatever was charging
out of the trees.

Quickly reviewing what little she knew of Terran
fauna, the warrior tried to guess what was coming
towards her.  Great apes, larger carnivorous cats, and
even more peaceable elephants were not native to the
South Seas.  Komodo dragon?  Large python or anaconda?
Whatever she might have speculated was coming at her,
B'Elanna was not prepared for the sight that greeted
her.  
 
The large leaves crashed apart and a human figure
hurtled out of the brush and stumbled across the sand
to sprawl at B'Elanna's feet.  The human was a female,
apparently in her early twenties with brown hair, tied
back loosely from her face.  She was dressed,
incongruously for a jungle setting, in a red and white
checked shirt tied just below her chest and a faded
pair of cutoff jeans; the type her husband Tom liked
to call Daisy Dukes for some unknown reason.  Her feet
were encased in some type of canvas shoes with rubber
soles.  The exposed skin of her flat stomach, slender
arms and legs showed signs of a life spent out of
doors in the tanning sun.

The girl looked up and froze.  "Don't hurt
me...please," she whispered.

"I won't..." B'Elanna started to reassure the girl
when she realized she was still holding her phaser
pointed at the brown-haired girl.  Holstering the gun,
she said again, "I won't hurt you.  Here, give me your
hand."

One of the strongest of Voyager's crew, B'Elanna
easily hoisted the girl to her feet.  She didn't
release her grip in case the frightened woman decided
to bolt.  The engineer needed information and this
seemed the most likely source.

"My name is B'Elanna Torres.  I'm a ship's engineer."

"Uh, I'm, uh, I'm Mary Ann.  Mary Ann Summers.  I'm,
um, I'm from Kansas."  Mary Ann was staring at
B'Elanna's face, particularly her ridged forehead,
intently.

The Klingon/human smiled, "You're a long way from
Kansas."  

"They're gone...  They're all gone..." Mary Ann
whispered, ignoring B'Elanna's comment.

"Who?" B'Elanna asked.

"My friends, Ginger, Gilligan, the Skipper, the
Professor, the Howells.  All of them are gone.  I
think they're..."  Mary Ann buried her face in her
hands as sobs shook her slender, young body.

Unsure of what she was doing or why, B'Elanna wrapped
her arms around the young woman.  She patted her back
and quietly said, "Shh, it'll be alright.  I'll help
you look for your friends..."

Tears running down her soft cheeks, Mary Ann looked up
to the taller woman.  "I...I think they might be... 
You see, there are headhunters on some of the other
islands and...they've come here before. I think, maybe
they came back and..."

'Headhunters?  Savages!'  B'Elanna smiled inwardly at
that thought.  All to often, Terrans thought of
Klingons as savages.  But Klingons don't collect
trophies.  At least not for several centuries...

"Did you see these headhunters?" B'Elanna asked as she
continued to hold the pretty brunette close.

"No."

"Where were you when all this happened?"  B'Elanna
realized she liked the feel of the young woman's body
pressed against her.

"I was sunbathing with Ginger.  We decided to take a
day off and let the men do our chores.  We were on the
southern beach.  I started to doze off and went back
to the camp to take a nap.  So I wouldn't burn in the
sun?  No one was there but I wasn't worried.  Not yet.
 They could've been down at the lagoon."  Mary Ann
paused and wiggled a little, pressing more firmly
against B'Elanna.

"I took a short nap.  I started to worry when I woke
up and the camp was still deserted. I ran back to the
beach and Ginger was gone!  I ran to the lagoon and
then back to the camp.  I hid in our hut and I must've
fallen asleep.  I woke up this morning and started to
search.  The Skipper tried to teach us how to survive
on the island; he learned how in the Navy during the
war.

"So, anyway, I started to look around the island.  I
started to get more and more scared.  I finally just
panicked and started running..."  Mary Ann took a deep
breath, her pert breasts pressing against B'Elanna's
chest.

"Okay, you'll be alright.  I'll help you..."

"Oh, thank you.  Thank you."

With a feeling of reluctance, B'Elanna eased her hold
on the pretty farm girl and said, "Okay.  Let's go to
your camp and start from there."

"It's this way," Mary Ann said as she took B'Elanna's
hand and led her through the tropical growth.  

After a short trek through the thin undergrowth, they
came upon a small clearing with several thatch huts
around the edges and some hand-made furniture in the
center.  There was also a large firepit with several
pots nearby.  It all seemed to be sturdily put
together to B'Elanna's practiced eye.

Leading the taller woman, Mary Ann indicated a small
hut with a curtained window and a flower box.  "This
is where Ginger and I live.  That's the Howell's hut. 
The Skipper and Gilligan live in that one.  And that
one is the Professor's."  The young brunette pointed
to each hut as she spoke.  B'Elanna noticed she seemed
calmer now. 

"Do these people have names?  Or just titles?"
B'Elanna asked.

"Oh, well the Skipper is Jonas Grumby.  He's an old
Navy man.  And he knows the South Pacific really well.
 The Professor is Roy Hinkley, he's very intelligent
in many fields.  Gilligan is just Gilligan.  I think
his first name is Willie but everyone calls him
Gilligan.  He's the Skipper's first mate.  Well, only
mate really.  Ginger is Ginger Grant.  The movie star?
 And the Howells are Thurston Howell III and his wife,
Lovey.  He's one of the richest men in the world."

"Okay, that told me little more than I knew
before...I'm still in the dark about this place.  Come
on, show me the rest of the area," the half-alien
woman said.

"Down this path is the lagoon," Mary Ann said,
indicating a very well-worn path through the brush.

It was a small inlet.  The curve of the island hid the
sea from view but the water was salty and full of
marine life.  B'Elanna also noted what looked like a
couple of sunken rafts and a row boat in the
relatively clear water.  While she looked for signs of
unusual activity, Mary Ann prattled on about space
capsules, telephone cables, and other odd things that
seemed to come to rest in or near the lagoon.

"I don't see anything here," B'Elanna said,
interrupting Mary Ann's description of yet another odd
event in the lagoon.  "Let's go see the beach you and
your friend were at."

The beach was much like the one where the two women
met.  The sandy strip was a bit wider but otherwise
they could be on the other side of the island.  Again
B'Elanna saw nothing other than the tracks of local
fauna and the footprints of two humans.

"Nothing here, either. Let's walk along the shore for
a bit.  Maybe we'll see something."

Mary Ann asked, "What?"

"Boats, canoes, anything like that.  Even if the craft
are gone, there would still be traces.  Drag marks,
multiple foot prints, that kind of thing," B'Elanna
replied.

Eventually they came upon a stretch of beach with what
apparently was the keel of a boat.  "What's this?"
B'Elanna asked.

Mary Ann shook her head, "This is where the Minnow ran
aground.  Shortly after we got here, the Professor
found out that some syrup we tried to make was an
excellent glue.  Since we hadn't had much luck
patching the hole with bent nails, the Skipper and
Gilligan tried that with some boards.  Then, they
coated the entire hull in case of unknown leaks."

"And...?"

"The glue only held for about two days.  Then it
seemed to dissolve any metal holding the remainder of
the hull together.  The ship just flew apart...

"But, thanks to one of Gilligan's screw-ups, we were
here on the island instead of being at sea when it
happened," the young farmer added.  "I suppose he
saved our life."

"Okay, let's keep going this way," B'Elanna indicated
the direction they had been traveling.

As they continued to walk, Mary Ann kept glancing at
B'Elanna's face.  Finally, the temperamental engineer
stopped.  "What?  What is it?  You keep looking at
me..."

"Well, it's...  I'm sorry, it's your forehead.  The
Skipper told us about some of the ritual mutila-...I
mean the ritual markings of some of the South Seas
people.  Is that...?"  Mary Ann's voice faded as she
turned red under her tan.

"Well, it is an old family thing..." B'Elanna answered
noncommittally.  Mary Ann nodded, deciding not to
press the issue.

They came to a wide path into the trees and B'Elanna
turned into it.  It led to a long narrow clearing. 
There was the remains of an old lean-to shed at one
end and a collapsed grass canopy next to it.

"This is where Gilligan found Wrong-way."

"Who?" B'Elanna asked.  Times like this, she wished
Tom was with her.  He knew these things.  Or, at
least, he pretended to know.

"Wrong-way Feldman.  He tried to fly around the world
and got lost.  He was here on the island for about
thirty years before we found him and helped him go
home," Mary Ann explained.

"Why didn't he tell everyone where you were?"

Mary Ann smiled, a sad smile.  "He lost the directions
the Professor gave him and...  Well, Wrong-way has a
terrible sense of direction."

B'Elanna glanced in the direction of the volcano she
could now see towards the western end of the island. 
"Has that volcano...?"

"It hasn't erupted but there was some steam and smoke
coming out of it last year.  And there were some
tremors.  It was pretty scary.  But the Professor
didn't think it'd be any danger.  He made these probes
and measured the pressure and temperature..."

With a wary eye on the cinder cone, B'Elanna
interrupted her new friend, "Okay, let's head back
towards the camp.  It'll be dark soon and I'd rather
not be lost in this jungle."

Mary Ann nodded and they set off down another trail. 
By the time they reached the camp, the shadows were
lengthening considerably.

B'Elanna lit several of the torches around the
clearing while Mary Ann threw together a salad of
mixed jungle greens.  With some rough, unleavened
bread, they ate a filling, and to B'Elanna, different
dinner.  

"So, you're from Kansas?" 

Mary Ann nodded.  "Yes, a small farm near Winfield. 
It's a couple hundred miles southwest of Kansas City. 
I live there with my Aunt Martha and Uncle George.  I
really miss them.  Where are you from?"

"I tend to travel a lot.  Outside of my ship, I really
haven't had anyplace to call home since my days at the
Academy in San Francisco," B'Elanna said.

"I wanted to see San Francisco on my way back from
Hawaii but then..."  Mary Ann's eyes lit up.  "A ship?
 You can get us, well, me off the island?"

"I don't think so.  It's complicated.  You see... 
I'm..."  B'Elanna was stuck.  What could she say to
the suddenly hopeful girl?  Even the stale cliche of
the Non-Interference Directive wouldn't work here.

"I'm sort of exiled from home.  I really can't even
land anywhere that there are people..."  B'Elanna's
mind sped along.  What else was there about that old
book Janeway made her read, "The Man Without A
Country"?  

"I turned against my people.  I didn't agree with the
government line and decided to fight back.  Now, I'm a
criminal, I guess."  B'Elanna paused, 'Sounds good,
Torres.  She doesn't have to know about the pardon
issued to any Maquis.  She doesn't even have to know
about the Maquis.'

"Well, maybe you could let me off close to
somewhere...?"

With true sadness, B'Elanna shook her head.  She was
really getting to like this young woman.  "It wouldn't
be safe for you.  Maybe I can get a message to someone
about your location...?"

Sadness and horror crossed Mary Ann's face, "Oh God,
then I'll be stuck here alone?"

"We'll find your friends.  I promise!"  B'Elanna held
up her hand, index and middle finger pointing up,
mimicking a sign Tom and Harry used occasionally. 
Apparently Mary Ann recognized it and smiled. 

"Ah, the Scouts pledge.  Well, if you promise..."

They followed up dinner with some left-over banana
cream pie.  "When I get home, the first thing I want
to do is bake an apple pie.  Then I'll milk the cow
and feed the chickens.  Nice normal chores..." Mary
Ann said wistfully. 

After eating, B'Elanna said, "I don't know about you,
but I'm kinda tired.  Where can I sleep?"

"You can sleep with me..." Mary Ann offered.  Quickly
she added, "That is, unless you don't want to..."

Smiling, B'Elanna replied, "That would be fine.  Lead
on."

Leaving two torches burning, they entered the hut Mary
Ann shared with Ginger Grant.  B'Elanna's thoughts
centered on the feel of the younger woman's body
earlier.  Maybe this night would prove interesting...

Inside the hut, Mary Ann said, "That's Ginger's bed. 
You can sleep there.  I hope it's comfortable enough."

"It'll be fine."  But in reality, it felt stiff to
B'Elanna as she sat.  Not at all like the contouring
beds aboard a Federation ship.

They slipped out of their clothes.  B'Elanna decided
to sleep nude in the tropical night.  She noticed that
Mary Ann wore only white cotton panties as she slid
under the thin sheet.  Had Mary Ann been eyeing her
when she wasn't looking?

B'Elanna extinguished the lantern.  It was still
fairly light from the two lanterns in the clearing and
the nearly full moon.  They both settled in quietly.

B'Elanna was surprised to find herself wake up
sometime later, she hadn't even realized she'd fallen
asleep.  But what woke her up?  Crying.  Mary Ann was
quietly sobbing.

B'Elanna got up and stepped over to the other cot. 
Sitting down, she rested her hand on the girl's head,
gently stroking the soft, brown hair.  She said
softly, "Mary Ann?  It's going to be alright."

Laying down next to the distraught woman, B'Elanna
took her into her strong arms.  Mary Ann nestled into
B'Elanna's embrace, her face pressed against the
Klingon/human's bare breast.

Tilting Mary Ann's head up, B'Elanna smiled and
whispered, "I'm here.  It'll be okay."

Mary Ann attempted a weak smile, "I just miss them so
much.  And I never had a chance to tell Ginger..."

Guessing what she was about to say before catching
herself, B'Elanna stated, "That you love her?"

"Yes.  No.  I don't know...  It's so wrong but I can't
help but feel the way I do.  I don't know if it's love
but I know I want her.  I want to...  But it's
wrong..."

"Mary Ann, where I come from, it isn't wrong.  To
think it's wrong is wrong."  B'Elanna smiled, she
really had a way with words.  "Society will come
around.  You'll see..."

"It's just that I never...  I mean, sure, when we were
kids, I tried kissing Sue Ellen back home but..."

"Was it like this?"  B'Elanna gently pressed her lips
to Mary Ann's, slowly increasing the pressure.  When
Mary Ann didn't pull away, B'Elanna opened her mouth
and licked at Mary Ann's soft lips.  With a gasp, Mary
Ann opened her mouth and accepted the lissome
intruder.

As their tongues danced with each other, B'Elanna's
hand slid down the girl's smooth back and under the
thin cotton to cup her full, round bottom.  Mary Ann's
hand slid over B'Elanna's chest and cupped the woman's
breast.

The kiss deepened and the women pressed their bodies
tightly together.  The feel of the soft curves, the
heat of passion, the loving caress of tongue with
tongue, all combined to generate a burning passion
that should only be extinguished in one way.

Breaking the kiss, B'Elanna panted as she smiled at
the lovely brunette in her arms.  "You and that Sue
Ellen must've practiced, 'cause you are one of the
best kissers..."  Instead of finishing the thought,
B'Elanna took Mary Ann's face in her hands and took
possession of her mouth once more.  

After ravishing her mouth, B'Elanna moved down to
suckle the soft flesh of her throat, nipping and
licking.  Mary Ann threw her head back and moaned
loudly, while running her hands through the other
woman's short, brown hair.

Continuing down the virginal body to her ultimate
prize, B'Elanna took each breast in her mouth in turn.
 Her well-trained tongue flicked and laved the hard,
eraser-point nipples.  Teasing and biting, B'Elanna
smiled as she felt Mary Ann's body shudder.

She resumed her journey down, lapping at the sweetly
salty sheen on Mary Ann's body.  Dipping her tongue
into the girl's navel and sucking out the
passion-inspired perspiration that pooled there,
B'Elanna ran her fingers down to comb through the
short, silky curls between Mary Ann's legs.  She could
feel the humid heat of the girl's sex.  She was ready.

Moving between the girl's legs, B'Elanna looked across
the lovely body at her lover's face, "Mary Ann, I'm
going to make you feel so good..."  She lowered her
face and sampled the taste of the farmgirl.  Sooo
good!

At the first touch of B'Elanna's tongue, Mary Ann gave
a short, sharp cry.  No one had ever touched her
there, in any way.  And this was some much more
wonderful than her fingers...

The Maquis warrior explored the soft, hot folds of the
girl's sex thoroughly using only her lips and tongue. 
Dipping into the sopping cavern and scooping out the
hidden honey with her tongue, B'Elanna smiled to
herself.  This girl was delicious!

Running her tongue around the heated, swollen lips,
the engineer was amazed at the girl's response.  Mary
Ann was moaning loudly, writhing on the bed and
holding B'Elanna's head to her crotch.  Peeking up,
past the fragrant patch of pubic hair, the warrior
turned lover saw goose bumps across the girl's flesh. 
And she hadn't even touched the sensitive little organ
that was now poking out of it's protective sheath.

The girl obviously wasn't going to last much longer,
so B'Elanna decided to bring her to a climax now while
she could still control it somewhat.  She slipped a
finger into the hot tunnel and felt the buttery-soft
walls clenching around her digit!  Pulling out, she
thrust in another and then another.  With three
fingers sliding in and out of Mary Ann, she applied
her tongue to the girl's clitoris in a long, slow
swiping motion, before wrapping her lips around it and
sucking.

Mary Ann screamed and her body became rigid as she
arced off the cot.  Her juice flowed over B'Elanna's
hand and onto the sheets.  As all this was happening,
the Klingon/Human maintained her oral lock on the
girl's sex, further stimulating it with the tip of her
tongue.

Mary Ann gasped and pushed B'Elanna's head away,
"No...no more.  Please...I can't take it..."

Placing a quick kiss on her lower lips and the in the
midst of her short curls, B'Elanna crawled up and
kissed Mary Ann's mouth even more gently.  "Would you
like a taste?" she purred.

Mary Ann's eyes were slits as she nodded.  B'Elanna
offered her fingers to the girl.  Mary Ann began to
lick the proferred finger before sucking it into her
mouth and wrapping her tongue around it.  She repeated
the action on each of the other fingers on that hand,
even those that hadn't been inside of her.  Then she
ran her fingers through B'Elanna's short, brown hair
and pulled her down for a lusty kiss. 

"I want to do that to you!" she declared into
B'Elanna's mouth before quickly replacing words with
her tongue.  She quickly became an aggressive
passionate kisser.  B'Elanna realized that now the
poor actress didn't stand a chance with the farm girl.

As she started to lay next to Mary Ann, the girl shook
her head.  "No, I want you to sit on my face.  I wanna
be smothered in you..."

Happily complying, B'Elanna placed her knees on either
side of the castaway's head and slowly lowered herself
onto the eager mouth.  Before she was even settled,
she could feel Mary Ann's tongue flicking her lower
lips.  As contact intensified, B'Elanna thought, 'This
girl is a natural.'

And Mary Ann proved that supposition correct as she
began to do to B'Elanna what the woman had done to
her.  But with some interesting variations.  She
thrust her tongue deeply into the woman over her then
pulled B'Elanna's hips up to assail her tight rosebud!

B'Elanna cried out!  No one had ever touched her there
in such an exciting way!  And she looked so innocent
too... 

The brunette was thrusting her tongue into B'Elanna's
anus.  It was unbelievable.  This wonderfully erotic
assault went on for several long moments  before the
young farmgirl resumed her thorough exploration of the
starwoman's sex.

Flinging her head back, B'Elanna saw through slitted
eyes that Mary Ann was finger-fucking herself!  The
girl was insatiable.

B'Elanna leaned forward, holding tightly to the
bedframe as Mary Ann's tongue slipped around her clit,
never once touching the nubbin.  Her eyes closed, she
was totally unprepared for the sudden intrusion of a
slender finger in her ass.  Her eyes flew open and a
loud gasp was wrung from her.  "My God!"

As if that was her cue, Mary Ann attacked B'Elanna's
clit.  Her finger began to pump in and out of
B'Elanna's rear as she sucked and licked the woman's
clitoris.  

B'Elanna didn't hold back.  With a roar that would
scare off the most ferocious of jungle beasts, she
exploded.  Her fluids flowed freely over Mary Ann's
mouth and chin and she barely was able to hold herself
up.

Finally succumbing, B'Elanna fell to Mary Ann's side,
whispering, "That was incredible!  You've never done
that before?"

Smiling sweetly, Mary Ann shook her head and kissed
her first female lover.  "No, never with another
woman...  You are my first.  I hope I wasn't too
disappointing..."

B'Elanna grinned and shook her head.  "No, not at all.
 Now, are you, by chance, multi-orgasmic?" she asked
with a wicked grin before kissing the farmer's
daughter deeply and passionately.

Before they collapsed from shear exhaustion, they
proved to each other that they certainly were
multi-orgasmic.

* * * * * *

By mid-morning, both women were skinny-dipping in the
lagoon, splashing, tickling, laughing, and arousing
each other until they lay on the sand and slowly made
love to each other again. 

As the sun reached it's zenith, B'Elanna wondered at
her apparent disregard for the missing castaways. 
Admittedly they were no one she knew and keeping the
young brunette's spirits up was important.  Still to
forget about them completely...

She leaned over Mary Ann and gently nudged her awake. 
"C'mon, lover.  Let's see if there's any place we
might have missed..."

Her eyes popping open, Mary Ann said, "I forgot about
them!  Oh, how could I ever...?"

"Ssh, I had something to do with that.  You needed to
relax so I relaxed you..."  

Not completely convinced but with less apprehension,
Mary Ann said, "There is a cave over on the far side
of the island..."

They scrambled into their clothes and Mary Ann led the
way into the jungle.  Another well-worn trail was
followed.  "This is the way to where we have started
to do the laundry and hang it up to dry.  There's a
natural hot spring there," Mary Ann said.  "It was
Gilligan's turn to do the laundry."

They continued to make their way through the
undergrowth, the path they were following being badly
overgrown.  B'Elanna saw an opening ahead and directed
her young lover in that direction.  An exposed root
tripped up the star-traveler.

Literally stumbling into another clearing, B'Elanna
attempted to get up and retain some of her dignity. 
Mary Ann's giggles indicated it was too late for that.

Brushing off her slacks, the dark-skinned half-alien
surveyed the small field.  Long grasses and completely
ringed with trees, it was obvious few people came
here.

"This is the field where we hang up the laundry!" Mary
Ann exclaimed.  "See?  The rope tied to that tree over
there?"

Thankful that she hadn't voiced her observations of
the clearing, B'Elanna did note the dangling rope and
the trampled area across the expanse of open ground. 
"Where is the other end?"

"It's usually tied to that tree over there," Mary Ann
responded while pointing.  "Oh!  Oh God, what's that?"

Initially confused by the farm girl's question,
B'Elanna slowly became aware of a low muttering that
seemed to be all around them.  

"B'Elanna...what is it?  Are they ghosts?" Mary Ann
asked in a hushed voice.

It sounded like disembodied voices.  But voices from
beyond?  No, it couldn't be.  Not here.  And humans
don't believe in Sto'val Kor.  There must be another
explanation.  "No, I don't believe in ghosts!"
B'Elanna declared.  "It might be the wind through the
trees."

They both knew the air was calm around them.  The tall
grass was undisturbed, the trees ringing them stood
still.  

B'Elanna stepped towards the rope where it trailed
across the ground.  She saw a basket and clothing
scattered around it.  The rope ended a few feet beyond
the mess.

The voices, if that was what they truly were, had
grown in strength.  She thought she could even pick
out individual words.  Words like 'help' and
'trapped.'  

Stepping onto a patch of dead grass, B'Elanna felt the
surface start to give way.  Her Starfleet training,
albeit incomplete, gave her enough warning to leap to
the side.  The ground where she stood fell away.  Just
as suddenly, it sprang back flush with the rest of the
clearing.  The voices were louder than ever.

"What the...?"  B'Elanna stepped up and gingerly
pressed down with her foot.  The 'ground' moved down
at an angle...a hatch of some kind.  It had to be.

"Mary Ann, get me a thick log of some kind.  I think I
figured it out..."

The young girl ran off and returned quickly with a
four-foot length of bamboo.  "Will this do?"

B'Elanna nodded as she accepted the shaft.  Stepping
onto the door, she pressed down.  When the opening
revealed itself, she jammed the pole in near where she
estimated the hinges would be.  She stepped back and
the pole held.  There was now a dark opening into the
earth.

And the voices were clear.  "Help!  We're trapped!" 
"Get us out!  Please!"  "I will gladly pay you ten
thousand dollars to get em out of here.  A Howell just
cannot be trapped underground."  "Absolutely right,
Thurston!  What would the people at the yacht club
say?"

"B'Elanna!  It's them!  Those are my friends!  Oh,
thank you!"  Mary Ann leapt into B'Elanna's arms and
kissed her, a kiss more of gratitude than passion this
time.

"You're welcome.  Let's see about getting them out of
there.  Grab the end of the rope..."

There was some discussion in the pit about who should
go first and finally they agreed the Skipper would be
the best one.  They could heave him up and then he
could help hoist out the rest.

B'Elanna watched as the Skipper came out.  He was a
fat man in a blue shirt and white pants wearing an
old-fashioned captain's hat.  "Oh Mary Ann, you've
saved us!  C'mon, let's get the rest out of this old
bunker."

"Bunker, Skipper?" Mary Ann asked.

"Yeah, an ammunition bunker.  Probably left over from
the war..." the Skipper said as he leaned over to
grasp someone's red-sleeved arm hand.  "C'mon up here,
Little Buddy."

Taking Mary Ann's hand, the older girl led her to the
side.  "Mary Ann, I have to go.  You take care.  Maybe
I'll get back here sometime soon."

"Oh, I wish you didn't have to go.  I wish you could
take us with you..."  The brunette shook her head
sadly, her ponytail swinging slightly.  "But I
understand."

Grabbing her young lover, B'Elanna kissed her,
thrusting her tongue gently, briefly along Mary Ann's.
 "Go help your friends.  And remember what we talked
about..."  Mary Ann looked blankly for a moment and
B'Elanna prodded her memory of their late-night
post-coital conversation, "Ginger?"

Mary Ann nodded happily, her eyes darkening with
renewed lust.  She turned away and went to the
Skipper's side.

As B'Elanna watched Mary Ann begin assisting her
friends out of the old ammo bunker, she smiled.  With
a curt command, "Computer, save program,
Torres-Gilligan's Isle 1.  End Program."

The island scenery quickly faded to be replaced by 
the projector array of the starship Voyager's
holodeck.  B'Elanna picked up her jacket and headed
for the port, a pleased grin on her face.  

'Tom may have something with these old 2D videos of
his.  Maybe next time I can be that astronaut washed
ashore on a desert island and find the genie's
bottle...'

Whistling a nautical theme song unheard for almost
three centuries, B'Elanna headed for her quarters and
a hot shower.

The End.