The Wrath of Bronny Poo

Wrath of Bronny Poo 03

Double your pleasure, double your fun...

Bronwyn stood over the elevated body of her husband, lying on the sick bay bed. She took in his beloved face and stroked his temple; a stray wisp of hair escaping his braid.

The restraints were turning her on.

\"What did you do to him?\"

Dr. McCoy took in the small woman. Tiny, soft spoken, yet he could sense the backbone of reinforced titanium steel. \"He came to already. He was quite angry and was speaking in a language we did not understand. We over-powered him and Mr. Spock nerve pinched him.\" He smiled wanly at her. \"He\'s okay. He\'ll wake up shortly and will be none the worse for wear.\"

\"He better not be.\" She began to undo the restraints. The good doctor grabbed her hands.

\"No. What are you doing?\"

She smacked at him, her anger clearly defined on her face. \"I\'m undoing the restraints.\"

\"Ma\'am. I am afraid I can\'t let you do that. Until we can be certain that he is not a danger to us...\"

Bronwyn drew herself up. \"Dr. McCoy, let me assure you that my husband can get out of any restraint known to anyone. If he awakes and finds himself tied down like a common criminal, believe me, hell will pay.\" She went to work on the straps. \"Besides, I suspect he was only worried about me and as I doubt any of you have ever seen a fully grown, completely furious Elf, you were more frightened than normal.\" She finished with the straps and hopped up on the bed, curling into the body of the Elf.

The scene was personal, erotic. Dr. McCoy began to back up. \"He should wake up in a few minutes. I trust you can keep him from breaking anymore of my glassware. I\'ll just leave the two of you alone for a time.\" He backed out of the room and into the room with the other one...

Severus.

What a name.

He turned to the group surrounding the dark man.

\"Well?\" Kirk hardly looked up from the unconscious man. All that dark hair, that nose, that...

Kirk\'s loins tightened. (Must be all the dark swirling robes.)

\"Dammit, Jim! I am a doctor, not the director of a commune!\" He made his way over, checking the vital signs of the sleeping man. They were grossly low and he was worried. \"This one is her lover, the other one is her husband. She is all curled up with him right now, waiting for him to wake.\"

\"Hmm,\" Kirk mused aloud. \"Maybe they will let me watch!\"

Spock snorted. \"Highly unlikely, Captain. I think I know who these three are, however I would like to go check with the ship\'s computer to double check my suspicions.\"

Kirk waved him and the rest of the crew off, to do whatever it was the crew did, leaving McCoy and himself standing over Severus.

Strange sounds came from the other room.

\"What the hell?\"

McCoy reached across and grabbed his captain by the forearm. \"Leave them alone, Jim. I don\'t know what the circumstances are, but I gather those two love each other very much. I don\'t know where this one comes in, but just leave them be. Besides,\" he mumbled, \"maybe the Elf will be in a good mood and he will leave my beakers alone!\"

McCoy worked over the dark man, while the two of them listened to the two in the other room.

\"Sounds like they are having a good time.\" Kirk said kind of hopefully.

McCoy just glared at him, pumping more drugs into Severus.

After several minutes of silence, the woman and Elf - both disheveled - waltzed hand and hand into the sick bay. Both were wearing ridiculous grins. The tall Elf slid beside the captain and looked down at him over a rather impressive long nose.

\"My apologies. I awoke and did not see my wife. I was distressed. My apologies for breaking your stemware.\" The Elf held out his hand.

Kirk was speechless. This beautiful creature spoke to him like an... an... equal!

McCoy was watching Bronwyn. She was staring at the Elf like he had grown a third head.

\"My name is Haldir. This is my wife, Bronwyn.\" Kirk\'s eyes raked over the form of the woman, making her very uncomfortable. If the Elf saw the appraising look, he ignored it. \"This person your doctor is laboring over is Severus Snape, Wizard and Potions Master. He is her lover, therefore I would appreciate it if you would take very good care of him. For her sake.\"

Bronwyn\'s jaw hit the floor. What? He knew? And taking the news so... well...

Wait a minute! Something was fishy on Saturn! Haldir was still talking to Captain Kirk and she caught something about engine rooms and command helms.

\"I would very much enjoy a tour. I am most interested in this space ship and seeing how it works.\" Haldir was saying with a smile.

A smile? Fishy on Saturn, Jupiter and definitely Denmark! Her jaw dropped open. Haldir turned to look at her and laughed at her astounded expression.

\"Baraermin! You will catch flies.\" He took advantage of her open mouth and kissed her sweetly. He closed her mouth and stood back up. \"Tithen Aras. Stay here with Severus. The Captain has graciously offered to give me a tour. I am assured he will awake soon and we will meet in the mess hall and discuss...\" he looked at the captain. \"...things.\" And with that, the two swept out of the room.

\"Is something wrong, miss?\"

Bronwyn looked over at the doctor. \"Everything is wrong.\"

Doctor McCoy looked confused. \"What is wrong?\"

Bronwyn pointed to the door. \"That is NOT my husband!\"

\"Are you sure?\"

Bronwyn\'s mouth was back open. \"Am I sure? Oh, he looks like him, sounds like him, makes passionate love like him, but he doesn\'t act like him!\"

McCoy pumped more drugs into the Wizard, finally getting the result and reaction he had wanted. \"Well, you know what they say. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it\'s a duck.\"

Severus was starting to stir. Bronwyn crawled up on the bed with him and curled in, tucking her fingers in between buttons of his frock coat. \"Haldir is not a duck. Leave us!\"

McCoy stole out of the room, just in time to see the Wizard\'s arm shoot around the woman and pull her to his face.

\"Where are we, madam? You smell like sex!\"

***

Kirk had been forced to pass the beautiful Elf off to Engineering Officer Scott. Damn the Vulcan, calling his comm just as the conversation was getting good. Kirk, Spock, and McCoy sat in the War Room, looking at the monitor of the ship\'s computer.

He did not like what it said.

\"I knew her name was familiar. I studied her, all of them, in an Earth history class many years ago.\" Spock was in his element. He pulled up the first photograph. It showed the woman. \"Bronwyn Morgan ap Powell, species: human. Wife to Haldir of Lorien, Consort to Severus Snape. All those titles she rattled off? They are true.\" He ran a long finger down her biography. \"She was born in the 20th century and somehow, transported back in time to that period known as \"Middle Earth\".

\"I read Tolkien.\" Kirk muttered.

\"Well, if this is true, this little lady was his Muse.\" McCoy snorted. \"Will wonders never cease?\"

\"Either way, she married the Elf, had a mess of children by him, sailed off to Valinor and almost lived happily ever after.\"

\"Almost?\"

Spock began to click through the screens. \"Basically in a nutshell, the Elves came back in the late 1990\'s to aid in peacekeeping, only somehow, Haldir of Lorien - subspecies: Elf - got himself killed, protecting his wife.\"

McCoy stood up tall. \"That Elf is not dead, Mr. Spock! I am telling you right this minute, he is as alive as you or me!\"

Spock leveled his drool stare on the country doctor. \"That might be, however according to this, he died, leaving his wife bereft and grieving. She was passed off - according to this - to one Severus Snape, Wizard and Potions Master extra ordinaire, Order of Merlin, Second class.\"

\"Only a second class Wizard?\" Kirk quipped.

Spock was still scrolling through the monitor screen. \"Apparently, he had become a ‘Death Eater\' and had been on the wrong side before turning evidence for the good side. He was a double spy for the Wizarding World and while he did a great deal to ensure the downfall of one nasty Wizard, due to his younger days and background, no one in charge wanted to give him full due. In fact, his Order of Merlin came rather late in life.\"

\"Let me see... if I get... this ... straight...\" Kirk pranced around the table. \"She is married to the Elf, but he is dead... supposedly. So she is diddling with the Wizard, who has taken over her husband\'s duties in more ways than one.\"

\"That is correct, Captain.\"

\"Lovely! How did they get here?\"

Spock was clicking, clicking. Finally...

\"According to this, they disappeared. Apparently, she was trying to retrieve something that was stolen from her and she and the Wizard... disappeared.\" Spock pushed back from the table. \"Without a trace.\"

Kirk had gone to another monitor and was scrolling through porn sites.

Keyword: Long haired men...

\"Jim! Would you STOP messing around! You can feed your porn fetish later!\" McCoy was fed up.

Kirk scowled and turned it off. \"Okay, so they disappeared and now we have them. Now what?\"

\"Now, we wait.

***

Bronwyn and Severus lay curled together, wrapped in his robes.
His lips roamed the top of her head.

\"Tell me, madam. Did the Elf ravish you the minute he woke up?\"

\"Pretty much.\" He felt her fury as she burrowed in closer to him.
\"But once he was done, he couldn\'t wait to go sight-seeing without me. That is so unlike him.\"

Severus sat up, yanking the robe from under her. \"This bed is too narrow and hard and I am not sure I want sloppy seconds. Perhaps there is a shower around here, where we both can get cleaned up.\" He swung around and stood up, stretching his long limbs. \"I will need to get together with the Elf, prepare a schedule. He can have you days, I get you for nights...\"

\"Hey! Wait a fucking minute! I am NOT a freaking timeshare!\" She rolled off the bed as well and marched around, poking her finger in the large, hooked nose. \"The two of you are not going to divvy me up like whats-her-name in that Voltaire novel!\"

\"You are referring to ‘Candide\', madam.\"

Bronwyn smacked him hard, only to find her hands captured in his. He pulled her close.

\"That Elf is supposed to be dead, as I recall.\"

\"Well, he isn\'t! And you might as well get used to it!\"

\"I am not giving you up!\" His hand was caressing her cheek and he lowered his mouth, covering her in heat. His tongue swept past her lip, snaking dancing with hers. Her body responded to his, pulling him closer... closer...

\"Ahem!\"

He turned her lose, pulling her to him, as if to shield her. Security Officer Bob stood there, rather abashedly and blushing. \"I am sorry. Haldir has almost finished his tour and the Captain has asked me to take you to the mess hall for some food before we show you to the guest quarters. Would you follow me?\"

With a Whoosh of his robes, Bronwyn and Snape followed the lowly officer out into the corridor.

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