Subj: [COLLINS-LIBRARY] DARK FRONTIER, DS/TOS Crossover, pt 6
Date: 4/7/01 1:09:38 PM Central Daylight Time
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Here's what happened on Barnabas
and Christine's second date.

JM Lane


DARK FRONTIER, Part 6
JM Lane
Dark Shadows/TOS Crossover
Rating: PG-13 for mature situations
Barnabas Collins, Christine
Disclaimer, Part 1
Archive: ASC, BLTS, CollinsLibrary,
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Christine arrived at precisely 1900 hours; Quentin had gone out
for the evening just an hour before. Barnabas had assured his cousin
that she would be safe, that he had made certain to take a dose of
blood so his craving could be kept under control while he was with
her. Quentin had naturally had his doubts, but knew how stubborn his
older cousin could be, that he was as immovable as the Rock of
Gibraltar once he had made up his mind about something...or some*one*.
The last woman he had seen Barnabas act this way about was Rox-
anne, but before that there had been Maggie Evans, who had been gover-
ness to his nephew David for a number of years before the destruc-
tion of Collinwood in 1970, Real Time. Then before that, Victoria
Winters, the first governess at modern Collinwood...not to mention
Lady Hampshire, a widow he had met some months after her husband's
death in 1970, Parallel Time.
All had resembled his lost fiancee from the 18th century,
Josette, to some degree. In fact Lady Hampshire had been the only
woman he had proposed to other than Josette. Until Christine, he had
not felt so strongly about a woman until Roxanne in 1840 Real Time,
so much like her counterpart in 1970 Parallel Time, with whom he had
fallen in love while trying to get her out of Angelique's clutches...
So much alike--and yet so different. He very much disliked the idea
of giving Christine up, but if he had to, he fully intended to have
some beautiful memories of interludes with her to sustain him first--
only one of which would likely occur tonight.
"Good evening, Christine," he said, kissing her hand again upon
ushering her into the apartment. "It is most pleasant to see you
again."
"You too, Barnabas," Christine smiled after he had seated her on
the couch. He then made her a drink and seated himself next to her
with his own. She took a few sips, then sighed, set her drink down
and leaned back on the couch as if exhausted.
"Are you troubled about something, Christine?" he asked, his
vampiric senses detecting her distress.
She sighed again and sat up, holding her drink in her hands.
"There was an attack on one of our Security officers. I found her un-
conscious and bleeding from two ragged puncture wounds in her neck.
My scans found that she'd lost at least a pint of blood. We had to
call the hospital for a transfusion. She's resting comfortably now
but it'll be a while before she's back to herself again. Not only due
to the loss of blood but the trauma of the attack. We've not been
able to get her to talk about it and have no idea when--or if--she'll
ever be able to, even if she recovers physically."
"I'm sorry," he returned sincerely. "It is most regrettable. I
hope she's better soon."
"Thank you for your good wishes," Christine smiled...a sad
smile, Barnabas noted even as he detected worry in her. "I'm sure
Lani will appreciate it. I only wish we could have caught who--or
what--attacked her so it won't happen to anyone else."
"I regret that I cannot be of more help," Barnabas told her,
hoping he could make himself sound convincing...and he must have
succeeded, for Christine smiled and relaxed once again.
"Maybe you can," she replied. "What can you tell me of your
family background? Are there any 'skeletons in the closet', as it
were? Anything you can share would be greatly appreciated, since all
we have to go on is what Fleet Command was able to provide about the
earlier attacks--and that's pretty sketchy."
"I'll tell you all I can," Barnabas promised. "Is there anything
specific you're curious about?"
"Not specifically. Anything you can recall should help, particu-
larly if it relates in any way to this investigation," she assured
him.
"Very well. I only ask one thing."
"What is it?"
"May I hold you as I do so?"
Christine smiled to herself. It seemed a small thing to ask,
although she was sure Barnabas had plenty more in mind than simply
holding her...but it had been so long since a man had held or kissed
her. Their 'first date' had been the first time in God knew how long
that she had known a man's arms around her, the touch of his lips and
hands. Of course, she would have preferred them to have been Spock's,
but any port in a storm...
"Of course." Christine moved close to her companion, cradling
her head on his shoulder as Barnabas slipped his arms around her in a
strong but gentle embrace. They kept their drinks within reach, occa-
sionally taking swallows, but for the most part they were quiet,
simply enjoying the other's closeness.
"Would you like some music, Christine?" he asked her.
"Tchaikovsky's 'Nutcracker Suite' or Beethoven's Pastoral Sym-
phony, if you have them."
"My cousin does," he told her. "In fact they're two of his favo-
rites. I can have them played for you while we talk, if you like."
"Would you? I'd love to hear them."
"Excellent. Stereo on," he said. A moment later she heard the
beginning of the 'Nutcracker Suite' and lifted her head to face him,
surprised.
"How did you manage that? Starting the music, I mean," she
explained. "Everything seems so old-fashioned here."
"Not our sound system. My cousin recently installed a state-of-
the-art system. It's as modern as today's technology can make it,
right down to the voice-operation mechanism."
"It's great. I feel as if we're surrounded by the music," she
remarked.
"There are speakers set at strategic points throughout the apart-
ment. We can hear music where-, when- and however we like."
"If I have too much of this, I'm going to get spoiled," Chris-
tine told him. "I don't have anything like this, even in my apartment
or my quarters aboard ship."
"I would very much enjoy 'spoiling' you, Christine, if you give
me the opportunity," Barnabas told her, his lips on her hair before
gently kissing it.
She once again cradled her head on his shoulder; his hands en-
twined at her waist to hold her securely. "I can't say how often I'll
be able to see you," she warned. "Depends on how busy we get on the
investigation and how long it takes to solve it."
"I understand," he returned quietly. "Meanwhile, I intend to
make the most of what time is granted me to spend with you." He began
telling her all he recalled of his family history, including as much
history on previous attacks as he deemed safe. She turned on her mini-
tricorder to catch it all because even as good as it was, her memory
could not be totally relied upon to remember all he had told her.
It was some hours later that Barnabas seemed to be 'talked out'.
Christine turned off her tricorder and said, "That should be a great
help. Your family history sounds most colorful, if not downright
fascinating. Is there any way I could learn more?"
"Perhaps at the Collinsport Hall of Records," he suggested.
"They go back to when the city was first founded, so if what I've
told you doesn't help, something there surely will."
She lifted her head to face him again, mesmerized by Barnabas'
deep, fathomless brown eyes. So much like Spock's, yet so differ-
ent... She reached to stroke his cheek, then ran her fingers through
his thick black hair before once again stroking the back of his neck.
His arms tightened as he moved his lips close to hers.
"Christine, you are so warm, soft and sweet. May I...join with
you?" Her companion's voice was a husky whisper, his breath feather-
ing her lips before he moved to caress her neck and throat, moaning
softly.
In spite of her earlier resolve not to give in to him, Christine
found herself unable to resist, wanting him to kiss, caress and love
her within an inch of her life. "Yes, Barnabas...*yes*! Love me
tonight. I need you so much."
He needed no further encouragement to gather her into his arms
and stand up to carry her into his bedroom. A short time later, they
were behind his locked door; their kisses and caresses became progres-
sively more passionate, yet more tender than either had believed them-
selves capable of before now. Once both were undressed, Barnabas low-
ered Christine to his bed, his body following hers down.
The music of Beethoven's 6th Symphony, then the Ravel piece
'Bolero', Camille Saint-Saens' piece 'Le Cygne (The Swan)', and
finally the 'Romeo and Juliet' soundtrack respectively served as
background for their rendezvous. Christine had always dreamed of
something like this--but with Spock! Who would ever have thought
she could feel so fulfilled by Barnabas' lovemaking? If she hadn't
already been in love with the Vulcan, it would have been frighten-
ingly easy for her to have fallen in love with Barnabas Collins.

NEXT: Christine leaves the apartment a short time later and is
unexpectedly intercepted by that selfsame Vulcan.













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