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Bad Cadet

Summary: How Hoshi Sato, cunning linguist, bad cadet and bad ass, was dishonourably discharged from Starfleet Command School and what happened when she was drafted back in. (Part of the Bad Ensign Stories collection.)

Characters: Sato, Hernandez, Archer

Codes: Hernandez/Sato, Archer/Hernandez

Disclaimer: Paramount/CBS own all rights to the Star Trek universe and its characters, which I am borrowing without permission or intent to profit.

Notes: The ‘Bad Ensign’ game is played in dorm rooms across Starfleet Academy, spanning generations … but how far back in Starfleet history does the tradition go?


This is not exactly an origin story, but it does go to show that Starfleet officers have been very, very bad for a very, very long time.


Rated M

3. Bad Habits

“You talked her into it?” Jonathan Archer asked hopefully.

“Well, hello to you too, Jon.” Erika raised her eyebrows. “I don’t suppose you’d like to invite me in for a drink before you interrogate me?”

“Sorry.” Jon stepped back and gestured exaggeratedly for her to enter his apartment. “Coffee?”

“At this time of day? No. And you owe me more than that for doing your dirty work.”

So it was going to be like that… His next thought had been champagne, but Erika was so jumpy that he headed straight for the scotch and poured her a couple of hefty fingers. Hoshi Sato could be a pain in the ass, but judging by Erika’s mood she’d really outdone herself.

“I’m sorry,” Jon said sincerely. “If I’d known she was going to give you the rough edge of her tongue I would have gone in and played bad officer myself.”

He wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

“What?” he demanded, staring at Erika when she showed no signs of picking herself up off the floor. “What did I say? What’s so goddamned funny?”

Wiping her eyes, Erika finally managed to sit up, leaning weakly against the living room wall. “Oh Jon,” she gasped. “Remember Bad Ensign?”

Jon stared harder. “That game we used to play at command school?”

Erika giggled. “Seems like it’s still popular among the cadets.”

“You mean they still play it?”

“Mm-hm. Quite eloquently, too,” Erika tapered off into another uncontrolled burst of laughter.

Jon folded his arms and stared down at her dourly. “When you’re done …”

“Oh my, Captain Archer,” Erika licked her lips, reining herself in with obvious effort. “Am I in trouble?”

“Why?” Jon narrowed his eyes, catching on. “Have you been … bad?”

Usually, they’d played it the other way around, she the captain and he the ensign; the game ended too quickly otherwise, since he’d never had any self-control when it came to resisting Erika. But there was something about her mood tonight, something wild and a little bit reckless. Something that told him she wanted to relinquish a little of her own control.

“Bad?” Erika was on her knees now, looking up at him. “Oh, yes. I’ve been very bad. A very, very bad ensign…”

Jon let his hands settle onto his hips and his face fall into severe lines. “I’m going to have to put you on report.”

“Oh please, Captain.” Erika twisted sinuously to her feet, pressing her body into Jon’s. “I promise I’ll make up the work. I’ll show you what a good ensign I can be.”

“You’d better start now,” Jon said harshly, holding himself taut as she slid her hands around his back under his shirt, her fingers playing lightly over his skin. She had her body flat against him and her legs straddling his thigh, and he had to grind his teeth to stop himself pressing back. He was hard, and there was no way she’d be unable to feel that, but the moment he pushed against her he’d lose the game.

And he wasn’t ready to give in yet.

“How can I make it up to you, Captain?” Erika asked, hooking her fingers into his belt.

Jon cleared his throat. “Your record says you graduated at the top of your class,” he frowned. “Surely you’re intelligent enough to come up with something on your own.”

Erika bit her lip, staring him right in the eye, and began to deliberately, slowly, unbuckle his belt.

“Ensign,” Jon growled, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“Coming up with something, Captain,” she replied breathily.

She was working his pants open now, pushing her hands inside, and Jon closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them Erika was on her knees again, looking up, hands wrapped around his decidedly hard length.

“You’re right,” Jon managed, “you’re a very bad ensign … a very, very bad … uhh,” he choked as Erika’s warm mouth enveloped him and he was forced to slap both palms against the wall behind her to brace himself before his knees buckled.

He really didn’t mind losing the game when it felt so much like winning.

“You do remember we’re not supposed to be sleeping together anymore,” Erika murmured much later, when they’d managed to make it to the bed. “In fact, I seem to recall that was your decision.”

“Yeah,” Jon said. “I remember.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it.”

“I’m not.” Jon turned his head to meet her dark gaze. “You’re a hard habit to break, Erika.”

“Bad habits usually are,” she replied, “Captain.”


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