By Maquis Leader
Time: During Worst
Case Scenario
“Have you tried out
the Mutiny program yet, Chakotay?”
Kathryn Janeway asked her first officer over her coffee cup.
“Twice, died both
times.”
“Poor baby.” They were relaxing after dinner on the sofa
in her quarters. “You should try
playing with the good guys next time.”
“Actually, I was on
the Starfleet side both times. As a
matter of fact – “ he gave her a playful push.
“You got me killed the last time.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“You had this idea
about overloading the power grid – let’s just say it didn’t work. Rather spectacularly didn’t work.”
“I’m sorry,
Chakotay.” She patted his arm. “What happened the other time?”
“I killed myself.”
“What?”
“I jumped Seska and
my holoself shot me.” He grinned
ruefully. “I don’t remember being quite
that ruthless.”
“He may have just
stunned you.” Kathryn smiled. She remembered the Maquis Warrior being
quite ruthless. “Want to give it
another try?”
“Why not, they say
three times is a charm.” Chakotay helped her to her feet. “Maybe Starfleet will win out with two
Janeways.”
“You haven’t done
very well on your own. Maybe we should
play the other side.” Ignoring his
exaggerated look of surprise, she shrugged.
“It could be fun to be the bad guys.
Besides, some of my best friends are Maquis.”
Twenty minutes later
they met up outside holodeck 1. Kathryn
turned around for him to examine her outfit.
“So, is this the approved Maquis uniform?”
He took in her tan
leather pants and dark green shirt.
“Umm…. very nice. The pants
really make your – “
“Chakotay! It’s not polite to comment on your Captain’s
behind.” She looked him up and
down. Chakotay had on his old leather
pants and a loose white shirt that emphasized his bronze skin. “However, it’s perfectly okay for the
Captain to notice her first officer is handsome – as usual.” Laughing he escorted her onto the holodeck
and into Insurrection Alpha.
The plot moved along
with the Maquis taking over Voyager and locking up the crew. The Janeway and Paris holograms returned
with her shuttle and were captured.
The real Kathryn and Chakotay were involved in the action but weren’t
necessarily major players as the plot flowed with them and around them. They found themselves in the ready room
watching as Seska questioned the holographic Janeway.
“You’ll give me the
command codes one way or another.”
“The only way I’ll
give you my codes is when hell freezes over.”
Blood was already trickling down her lip.
“Oh, you will tell
me!” Seska backhanded her, causing her
head to snap back. The guards held her
up as Seska punched her in the stomach.
“Computer, freeze
program!” Chakotay turned away from the
scene and leaned against the desk.
“Chakotay, its all
right.” Kathryn rubbed his back, feeling the muscles bunched up under her
hands. “Tuvok programmed this scenario
and knowing him as I do, I don’t think it’ll exhibit too much violence. That’s not the point of this exercise.” Gradually he relaxed under her hands.
“All right, but I’m
not taking too much of this – I’ll shove Seska out an airlock.”
Seska grabbed Janeway
by her jacket pressing a knife to her throat.
“Maybe if we – “
“Seska!” Heads turned as the Maquis Captain came into
the ready room. “What the hell are you
doing?”
“I’m tired of waiting
for B'Elanna to break her codes. We can
make her talk!”
“No. Not this way. Get me a dermal regenerator.”
“What!” Seska pulled at his arm. “Are you going soft in the head? Maybe if she’s hurting – “
“She’s Starfleet,
it’ll take a hell of a lot more than a split lip to get her to talk.”
“We learned a few
things from the Cardassians if we –“
The Maquis Captain
shoved her up against the bulkhead.
“We’re not the Cardassians, Seska, and I won’t do anything they do. I don’t care if we never get those
codes.” His voice was a low angry
growl. “Get me a regenerator, now.” He shoved her away causing her to stumble
and almost fall.
Kathryn and Chakotay
looked at each other, he winked at her.
Taking the medical
tool from Seska, he walked back to Janeway.
Putting his hand under her chin, tipping her face to look at the bruise
forming on her cheek. Gently he touched
her split lower lip.
She jerked away. “I know that trick, too, Chakotay. I won’t tell you either.”
“Did I ask?” Taking her chin in his hand again, he lifted
the regenerator and held it over the bruise.
“I trusted you.”
He didn’t
answer. When the regenerator was done,
he ran his fingertips along her cheek then told the guards, Dalby and Suder.
“Take her to her new quarters and make sure it’s secure.” The Maquis Captain motioned to Kathryn and
Chakotay. “You two go along.”
“My goodness, are you
that scared of me?” Janeway asked mockingly.
“I know better than
to underestimate you, Kathryn.”
She stepped up to
stand nose to nose with him. “That’s Captain
Janeway – I’ll always be Captain to you.” Turning she marched out the door her escorts looking more like
she had an honor guard.
As they followed, Kathryn
leaned over to Chakotay. “My temper isn’t really that bad is it?”
“Oh, no.” He
reassured her. “It’s actually much worse.”
He yelped as she stuck the butt of her phaser rifle in his ribs.
They were surprised
to find the Maquis Captain had ordered Janeway held in VIP quarters. One of the Maquis made a comment about
wanting her comfortable.
“Yeah, for himself
when he stops by.” Dalby pushed Janeway
inside the main room. It was several
degrees cooler than the corridor. “He’s
been hot to fuck her since we came on board.
It’s been driving Seska crazy.”
Suder looked around the quarters. “Yeah, it’ll be more
fun here than banging her in the brig – maybe Seska wouldn’t find out.”
“Maybe he needs the
privacy to bang them both!” Dalby laughed.
Chakotay bristled at
the suggestion that he’d want to have Kathryn somewhere convenient for him to
rape her. And with Seska? He shuddered. Kathryn patted his arm.
“Go make sure everything’s been removed, Dalby.” Suder turned to Kathryn. “You keep an eye on her, and you – “ He nodded at Chakotay. “You check her out and make sure she’s not hiding anything on her.
Handing his rifle to
Kathryn, Chakotay made a careful circuit around Janeway with his tricorder
until Suder yelled at him to frisk her. “O-o-okay.” This could be the third way he died in this scenario. “Take off the jacket and shirt.”
Janeway eyed him
coldly. “And if I refuse?”
“Then I’ll take them
off for you. Your choice.” She glared at him before removing her jacket
and gray turtleneck. “Boots and
socks, too.” He threw the items towards
the door. “Bra.” That one got him a double death glare from
Kathryn as well as her hologram. He
smiled and shrugged. “Standard
procedure – under wires make great lock picks.”
Janeway unhooked her
bra, working it off and out the sleeve of her tank top; she dangled it out on
one finger towards him. Taking it from her, Chakotay folded it and
put it in his vest pocket. Black
lace? Now where did Tuvok get that
piece of information? Moving around to
stand behind her, he used his foot to nudge her feet apart. Pulling her hair down out of the tight bun,
he pocketed the hairclips. He doubted
that she had anything hidden in her hair, but it paid to be thorough – and
spirits knew how many times he’d wanted to bury his hands in the auburn hair
and drag it down around her shoulders.
Running his fingers through the waist length strands, he combed the
tangles out before massaging her scalp.
Putting her hands up on her head, he ran his hands down her sides, over
her buttocks, and down her legs, careful to stay where she couldn’t kick
him.
Chakotay hesitated
before running his hands up the insides of her legs. Skimming quickly across the warmth between her thighs. To her credit, she didn’t flinch. Running his hands back up around her waist
and over her back, he slid his hands over her stomach and along the inside of
the waistband of her pants to her back.
She was trembling slightly now.
“I won’t hurt you, just relax.”
He whispered softly in her ear.
After the crude remarks earlier, she was undoubtedly expecting to be
mauled if not raped. Which made the
next step even more difficult for him.
Not daring to look at Kathryn, he slid his hands over her holograms
breasts. He was already hard and the
contact with her soft breasts made him ache painfully.
“Enjoying yourself?” Janeway’s voice was cold enough to freeze a G5 star.
“Just making sure you don’t have anything taped underneath them.” And yes enjoying myself thank you for asking!
“You flatter me.” Her nipples had
hardened involuntarily in the cool room and it was all he could do to keep from
grinding himself against her. “Maybe
I should work in a Dabo parlor when we get back to the Alpha Quadrant.”
Chakotay chuckled as
he ran his hands up her arms and pulled them back down to her sides. “Sorry.”
He whispered softly. Stepping away, he
nodded at the other Maquis. “She’s
clean.”
“At least you’re
quick. I’m sure that’s something your
girlfriend there appreciates.” Kathryn giggled at the shocked look on
Chakotay’s face. Giggled again when she
realized Janeway meant her.
Chakotay felt a flush crawl up the back of his neck. How could he have forgotten what a sharp tongue she had? “I thought I was doing you a favor.” His voice was soft and dangerous. He moved slowly into her personal space until she had to tip her head back to look him in the eye, brushing against her, letting her feel his hardon against her belly. “But if you’d like, I can take a little more time.” Chakotay pressed up against Janeway, one hand going to the small of her back to pull her closer and the other tangling in her hair, pulling her head back farther forcing her body to arch into his. “Your choice.”
Her blue eyes blazed
but she kept quiet. The thrum of arousal through his body from
the feel of her was killing him. Too
bad she couldn’t see him for who he really was. Too bad she was only a hologram.
He thrust his thigh between hers pulling her closer with the hand that
had settled on her bottom. A very sexy
hologram. If he’d been in the program
alone he might have her on the floor thrusting himself inside of her. Rape had never held any attraction for him,
but right now the thought was strangely exciting. Maybe he should come back without Kathryn.
Her hands came up to
his chest to push him away. He immediately stepped back, scooping up her
discarded clothing and boots from the floor as he went.
If looks could kill,
the look he was getting from Kathryn would have fried him on the spot. “Just
what the hell do you think you were doing?”
She hissed at him.
“She started
it.” He hoped the rifle he had swung
casually in front of him covered the bulge in his pants.
“Hmph!” Suder and Dalby laughed at what they saw
as a lover’s spat.
“I think she was
liking that, Suder.” Dalby nodded his head at Janeway.
“Maybe we ought to do
a more in depth search. She could be
hiding something. A cavity search might
be in order.” Suder licked his lips.
“Chakotay said she
wasn’t to be hurt.” Kathryn felt confident the Maquis Captain had given just
such an order judging from what she’d seen in her ready room.
“Yeah, but he might
not find out.”
“If he does, though,
Suder, he’s too damn good with his fists.” The other man hesitated.
“Bet he won’t care once
we break her codes. Before we give her
back to Starfleet, we can have some fun with her. I get to go first.”
They circled her like
hyenas around a defenseless animal. Janeway set her chin up another notch.
“We can do her at the
same time, Suder, why wait? Her mo—“
“That’s enough!”
Chakotay swung his rifle in their direction.
“What the hell do you
care? Like you weren’t wanting to fuck
her a minute ago? Hell, you can do her,
too.” Suder reached a hand out and grabbed her buttocks. “Three at one time,
hey Starfleet?”
“I said that’s
enough!” Chakotay shoved the other man away from her.
“Forget it, Suder, let’s go.” Dalby led the way out, Kathryn and Chakotay following.
Chakotay was still
shaking as they walked back to the Captain’s ready room. He knew it had just been talk intended to
frighten her, but it still made him angry.
“It’s okay, let it
go. I’ve heard worse.” Kathryn put her
arm around his shoulders and hugged him.
“By the way, hand over the bra.”
“No.” He danced away as she swatted at him. “Black lace, who would have thought?”
“I’m going to kill
you and Tuvok both.”
When they entered the
ready room again, they stopped in shock at the sight of the Maquis Captain
slumped between two of the Maquis. He
had been badly beaten. His face was cut and bleeding and blood dripped from his
scalp onto the floor.
Kathryn’s heart rose
up to choke her. Just because Tuvok
might not show the violence didn’t mean it wasn’t happening. She clutched Chakotay’s arm, looking into
the black velvet eyes for reassurance that he was okay.
“He’s only a
hologram.” He whispered in her ear.
“You always were weak when it came to Starfleet, Chakotay. Weak!” Seska gave him one last backhanded blow to the face. “Put him in with Janeway, we’ll get rid of both of them later.”
Once again they were
assigned escort duty.
He was half carried half dragged down the corridor by the
other Maquis. At one point he stumbled
and almost fell dragging the two men holding him down.
Chakotay pulled Kathryn
back, knowing what was coming.
The Maquis Captain
suddenly surged up, throwing one man against the bulkhead then turning to punch
the other in the face, stunning him. He
turned to run and was brought up short by the phaser rifle Kathryn pushed into
his chest. Reversing it, she drove the butt of it up
into his chin, knocking him out.
As they dragged him
down the corridor, Chakotay whispered to her.
“Now that just wasn’t very nice.”
“Payback,
Commander.” She tossed her head.
“Besides he’s just a hologram. Try to
remember that if I get to frisk him.”
One of the Maquis
guarding Janeway’s door keyed it open and they pulled him inside. Janeway was sitting on the sofa by the
viewports, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It was cold in the room, no doubt a tactic to keep her from
planning anything more than how to keep warm.
Chakotay felt a
twinge of guilt that he’d taken her shirt and jacket.
When they threw the Maquis Captain inside, she bolted off the sofa. “Chakotay!” Cradling his head in her lap she turned on them. “What kind of animals are you?”
Kathryn stepped back from
the fire and hate in her hologram’s eyes.
As they left, they
heard her speaking to him softly, urging him to wake up. In the corridor, Kathryn was shaken by the
realization that she’d cared for Chakotay even then.
“Computer, freeze
program.” Chakotay slipped an arm
around her shoulders. “Are you alright,
Kathryn?”
“Yes, it’s just a
little too realistic. So that’s a
‘death glare’, huh?”
“Definitely a death glare. Factor 10 at least.” He hugged her to him. “Let’s quit and go get you some coffee.”
“No, we have to do
something! Help them!”
“Kathryn, they’re not
real.” Her intensity surprised him.
“I don’t care.” She hugged him tight for a moment before
pushing him away. “We’re not done. The idea is to pick a side and run through
the scenario to its completion.”
“We picked a side,
remember?” He smiled, eyes twinkling at
her twisted rationalization.
“Well, now we’re
picking the other side. I may just go
shove Seska out the airlock myself.”
He laughed and threw
his hands up in surrender. “Okay, so
what do you want to do next?”
Next turned out to be
bluffing their way past the two guards at the captive’s door. “She wants them
healthy enough to stand trial.” Chakotay told them, remembering Seska’s rants
to him that they weren’t the ones who should be locked up. “But if you want to
be responsible if he dies….” He shrugged.
“Make it quick.”
Inside they found Janeway and the Maquis Captain on the sofa, his head lying on her lap. She had cleaned the blood off his face and he had regained consciousness. “Come back for another cheap thrill?” She asked.
“No, we’re here to
help.” Kathryn told her.
Janeway laughed. “Sure you are.”
Kathryn held out the
dermal regenerator and hypospray to her.
Chakotay tossed the blankets he was carrying on the end of the sofa.
Janeway grabbed the medical tools and after checking the hypospray; she placed it at the side of his neck before turning on the regenerator. “Is this some game of Seska’s? Tell her it won’t work.” She didn’t look up from her work on the Maquis’ face. He moaned softly as the pain began to fade away along with his injuries.
“We decided we’re on
the wrong side.” Chakotay told her. “And I am sorry about what happened
earlier, but would you rather one of them had searched you?” She didn’t bother to answer.
Setting down the tray
of food on the table, Kathryn told her. “We couldn’t bring much without making
them suspicious, but there’s coffee.”
Laughter rumbled up from the Maquis Captain. “Don’t tell her that, she’ll leave me half done.” He laughed again, before wincing and putting a hand to his side.
Kathryn and Chakotay laughed
with him. Janeway’s coffee addiction was no secret to anyone. “We have to
leave.” He pulled her toward the door.
“We’ll try to get you out of here somehow.”
“Wait…. come here….”
Chakotay leaned over
the man lying on the sofa. “Yes?”
A strong brown hand
shot up and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him down. “Touch her
again.” The Maquis Captain squeezed
until Chakotay saw red streaks across his vision. He heard Kathryn’s
voice calling his name, before he was abruptly released. “And you die.” The black eyes glittered in the
starlight, promising a slow painful death.
Stumbling back,
Chakotay rubbed his throat as they backed to the door. Janeway never looked up, continuing to
run the regenerator over him with one hand, the other stroking his hair.
Outside in the
corridor, he coughed and cleared his throat painfully. “Damn! What happened to the safety protocols?” He asked when they were safely around the
curve from the guarded doorway.
“I don’t know, but that
– “ She smiled. “Was a death glare. Besides, Chakotay, you should know better
than to get that close to an angry warrior.”
The next night Kathryn and Chakotay went back to the holodeck when their shift was over. Grabbing a quick dinner, they once again put on their Maquis clothing and stepped into the scenario.
They considered getting the crew armed and out from under guard. Discarding that as too big a job for the two of them, they concentrated on freeing the senior staff. While Tuvok and Neelix’s holograms went to free Tuvok’s security team, the holograms of Paris and Kim followed them to free Janeway and the Maquis Captain.
After downing the
guards at the door, Kathryn keyed it open to let them inside. The main room was empty. Going into the bedroom they stopped short.
Janeway and the Maquis Captain were lying in bed together. Both started up at the sound of the doors opening. The blanket slid down to reveal her naked shoulders.
“Captain?” Kim’s
voice was shocked.
“Come on, Harry,
let’s wait outside.” Paris grabbed his
arm and pulled him out of the room.
Chakotay stood rooted
to the floor, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him.
“A gentleman would give a lady some
privacy.” The Maquis Captain started up out of the bed, the blanket slipping
down over his bare shoulders, chest and stomach.
“Computer freeze
program!” Kathryn called out frantically.
A blush stained her cheeks. She
turned on Chakotay. “Did you program – no you wouldn’t – Paris? I’ll bet he’s – no – not even Tom – “ She
paced around the room. “ Someone had to – “
“Kathryn, it’s okay.”
“Okay? Okay? I’m naked, Chakotay! Naked and – and – “ She looked again. They were still frozen. He rising from the bed and she picking her
pants up off the floor. “They – they –
“ She leaned against the bulkhead slowly sliding down to sit on the floor.
“I’m sorry, Kathryn,
that you find the thought of making love with me is so repulsive to you.”
Chakotay turned to go. “Just remember
that Tuvok used our logs to create the characters. Not just the ships logs, but our personal logs as
well. I won’t pretend my feelings were
programmed in as a joke.” He called for an exit and stalked out of the
holodeck.
Kathryn sat on the
floor staring at the frozen pair. How
had this happened? She’d kept her
distance for three years; this wasn’t the first time they’d been locked alone
in a room together. Hell, they’d been
alone on an entire planet and she’d pushed him away. Of course, he’d never been beaten and thrown at her feet before
either.
A sudden, terrible
thought occurred to her. Had it been
rape? Had he forced himself on
her? No, never, unless Tuvok had
altered the character radically.
Kathryn shook her head, no; he wanted a realistic training scenario. He wouldn’t have tampered with the
characters.
“Computer, move
program back to right after Chakotay and I left the holodeck yesterday.” Obediently the computer made the changes and
the room shimmered changing to the main room.
She sat down in the chair across from the sofa. “Computer make the characters unaware of my
presence and replay program from this POV only.”
“Why do you think
they brought this to us?” Janeway asked.
“Most of the Maquis
are good people. Seska wants to kill
the senior staff and strand the rest of the crew, they’re not going to go along
with that.” The Maquis Captain answered
her.
“Looks like some of
them are. Maybe you don’t know them as
well as you think.”
“Maybe.” He lay quiet
as she finished tending to his face.
“Sit up and take your
shirt off.” He shivered as he pulled his shirt and vest off. “That’s what you
get for making it so cold in here.” She
ran the dermal regenerator over the bruises on his chest.
“It’s actually part
of the Starfleet manual to make prisoners as uncomfortable as possible.” He
told her.
“Starfleet doesn’t
condone mistreatment of prisoners.”
“It’s not mistreatment for someone to be cold. Fatigue and discomfort are important factors in controlling prisoners.” He sucked in his breath as she touched a particularly nasty bruise on his stomach.
“Maquis, maybe, not
Starfleet.” Janeway snapped at him.
“I taught at the
Academy, trust me, its Starfleet, Kathryn.”
He stopped. “Sorry, Captain.”
“You’re going to need
more medical care than I can give you with this.” She probed his ribs gently,
drawing a grunt from him. “I think
you’ve got some cracked ribs and that deep bruise on your back makes me think
you’ve got a bruised kidney as well.”
The Maquis gave a
humorless laugh. “Seska has sharp boots.”
“I’ll be sure to bury
her in them. What about – did they – “
Her hand touched the waistband of his pants.
“Do you think Seska
would let that opportunity go by?” At
her stricken look, he touched her face with his fingertips. “ Here, I can take care of it myself.”
She pushed him back
on the sofa and undid the buttons on his pants. “Just lay still.” Pulling his
pants open Janeway discovered the answer to the boxers or briefs question. None.
“And it’s okay to call me Kathryn.”
“Are you sure?” He gasped as she touched him.
“Yes.” Handling him
carefully, she ran the regenerator over the bruised testicles, trying not to
notice the semi hard shaft just above them. When she finished, he fastened his
pants and shrugged back into his shirt.
Handing him one of
the blankets, she wrapped another around herself. Picking up one of the cups of
coffee, she took a deep drink. “Can I
ask you a question?”
“Sure.” He settled
back on the sofa next to her.
“Why?”
He was quiet for a
long time. “I really don’t know. I –
I’ve been happy on Voyager.”
Kathryn watched him struggle with the answer, searching for the reason for his betrayal. Tuvok must have neglected to give him one. Probably hadn’t considered that important to the scenario. I am Maquis therefore I mutiny.
“I’ve done everything
I could to make our two crews into one.”
Janeway’s voice was shaky.
“Kathryn, it’s not
your fault, you’ve been a good Captain.”
“Oh sure, some
Captain I am! First I strand us 70,000
light years from home, then I lose my ship to mutineers.” Her voice
cracked. “I’m doing a hell of a job.”
“Don’t.” Taking her
cup and setting it on the table, the Maquis Captain pulled her into his
arms. “You’ve done everything you
could. I’m sorry I’ve done this to you.”
She relaxed against
him. “How did you wind up in here
anyway?”
“Seska wanted to
torture you to get your codes. I
couldn’t let her do that.” His voice
was bitter. “I am weak.”
“Why? Because you won’t hurt people to get what
you want? Doesn’t sound weak to
me. You’re an honorable man, Chakotay.”
“I’m so honorable I
broke my word to you and handed your ship over to Seska.”
“Don’t.” Hugging him
carefully, mindful of his ribs, she repeated his words back to him. “You’ve
done everything you could. I’m sorry
I’ve done this to you.”
His rich laugh filled
the room. “We’re quite a pair aren’t we? Sitting here feeling sorry for
ourselves.”
“Not a lot of
alternatives right now.” Janeway leaned forward to get her coffee, grimacing as
she did so.
“What’s wrong? Are
you hurt?” He pushed her back on the
sofa. “Where?”
“My ribs, but I’m
okay.”
“You said he didn’t
hurt you.” Picking up the hypospray he
gave her a dose of pain medication. “I
should have strangled him.”
“He didn’t. Seska has sharp boots.”
Kathryn started. That must have happened before she and
Chakotay were told to report to the ready room. He would have thrown Seska out the airlock if they’d seen
her kick her hologram.
“I’ll be sure to bury her in them.” He growled.
Moving the blanket aside, he pulled her tank top up.
“I’m okay.” She tried
tugging it back down. He ignored her
and held it up to expose a bruise on her side.
He was silent while he ran the regenerator over the area, hand shaking
and his jaw was clenched so tight she could hear his teeth grinding
together. “Chakotay, please, it’s –“
“Not my fault? Is
that what you’re going to say?”
“Okay, so it’s your
fault. Happy now?” Janeway asked sarcastically.
“No.” Leaning down,
the Maquis Captain kissed the place on her side where the bruise had been.
“Is – is that
supposed to make it all better?”
“It’s an ancient
Indian remedy.” He kissed the spot again.
“You’re a fraud.”
Laughing she tried to push his head away from her ticklish ribs.
“Fraud am I? I’ll have you know I’m a card carrying
Indian of several varieties.” His teeth
scraped across over the tender spot.
She shivered as his
tongue slid down her belly and around her navel before dipping in. “What does
that mean exactly?”
“It means I get to
pick and choose among the different customs and traditions for the ones I – Oh,
spirits, he did take your bra didn’t he?”
The tank top had been pushed up to reveal her breasts. The Maquis Captain caressed them gently,
squeezing their fullness. “Did he touch
you like this?”
“Yes.” Janeway’s
husky whisper matched his.
“Remind me to kill
him later.” Lowering his head, he took a taut nipple in his mouth.
“Chakotay!” She pushed at his shoulders. “We can’t!”
“Yes we can.” He moved to kiss her. The weight of his body pinning her down.
Twisting her mouth
away, she pushed at him. “No, there are rules – “
“No.” Grasping her
wrists, he pinned her hands above her head.
“Right now you’re not the Captain, and I’m not your first officer. I’m a mutineer and we’re both captives. Tonight the rules have changed.” Capturing
her mouth again, he plunged his tongue inside sliding along hers until she
stopped struggling and responded to him.
Moving back to her breasts, he took them in his hands marveling at the
whiteness of her skin against the brown of his own. Tangling her fingers in his
ebony hair, she held his head to her while he teased and suckled her
breasts. One hand slid down to her
pants, pulling them open, tugging them down.
“Oh, God!” the cry
broke from her as his hand slid under the waistband of her panties to touch the
wetness between her legs. A strong
finger curled inside of her while the heel of his hand rested on the swollen
center of nerves. Pressing down, he
rotated his hand in a circular motion drawing another cry from her. When a second finger joined the first, she
began bucking against his hand.
Kathryn was in
complete shock. That could not possibly
be an accurate representation of herself.
One kiss and she was throwing the rules out the window! “Computer freeze program. Did Commander
Tuvok tamper with characters Janeway and Chakotay in any way?”
“Affirmative.”
“Ah, hah! What was the nature of his tampering?”
“Commander Tuvok included
a subroutine to Commander Chakotay to lead the former Maquis crewmembers in a
mutiny against Captain Janeway.”
“I know that much!”
“Please restate the
command.”
“Did he do any other
tampering?”
“Negative.”
“Did anyone else?”
“Negative.”
“Did Tuvok include
all personal logs as well as official logs?”
“Affirmative. All logs, journals, diaries, notes, and messages from all crew members stored in Voyager’s databases were included in the program for maximum accuracy of characters.”
No out there. This was her down to her bones. From years ago before she’d even realized
she’d fallen for him. “Computer resume program.”
The Maquis Captain
slid himself down her body to nuzzle her through the silk of her panties. “Oh,
please, don’t, please!”
His laugh vibrated
against her. She was saying no while
pushing his head against her. Sucking
the swollen bud through the thin material, he laughed again at her shriek of
pleasure.
The pants around her
thighs trapped her legs, keeping her from spreading her legs. Her movements grew more frantic as he
nuzzled her, his breath hot, his lips and teeth working through the silk. Strong fingers sliding in deeper, harder,
faster until she cried out his name and collapsed shuddering.
Kathryn shook her head;
maybe holosex was better than the real thing because she’d never gotten off by
just oral sex.
Sucking the taste of
her off his fingers, he moved up to kiss her letting her taste herself as their
tongues met. Undoing his own pants, he
pulled her up to a sitting position.
“Touch me….” He ordered softly.
Pushing his pants
down past his hips, she gently took his erection in her hands. “He’s soft….”
“Not hardly.” He
laughed.
“Oh my!” Kathryn’s
eyes widened. To hell with Lord
Burleigh! This is the hologram she
should have gotten to know. She watched
herself stroke Chakotay wringing moans and gasps from him, fighting a crazy
urge to push her hologram out of the way to have him for herself.
He let her push him back on the sofa. When she took him in her mouth, it was his turn to cry out. Pulling her long hair to one side so he could see her face, he watched transfixed as she took all of him in her mouth, rubbing her nose against him before pulling back to run her tongue over the engorged head. Ruthlessly, she plunged her mouth down on him again drawing her name from him in a gasp.
Watching in total
disbelief, Kathryn shook her head. She
hated going down on a man. Anytime Mark
had wanted a blow job, she’d done her best to avoid it. When she couldn’t she generally wound up
just trying to relax her jaw and throat to keep from gagging while he held her
head down on him. It had always felt
degrading and dirty being fucked in the mouth that way. Yet here she was giving Chakotay the blow job
of his life without even a single token ‘no’.
Hell, he hadn’t even asked for it!
His hands were in her
hair but he didn’t force her head down, didn’t thrust himself into her
mouth. Instead, he lay still and let
her set her own pace. Kathryn felt a throbbing between her legs as
she watched. By the time he arched up,
coming into her hologram’s mouth, her whole body was humming. Watching herself gently stroking him,
milking the last drops from him to lick up.
Oh no, she, Kathryn Janeway was not a swallower! Pretending to choke was her favorite tactic
or just outright lying and saying she liked to watch him come – Mark really
bought into that one.
Kissing Janeway, the Maquis Captain licked the taste of himself from her mouth. “I love you, Kathryn Janeway.”
“I love you,
Chakotay.” She kissed him again. “My Maquis Warrior.”
Good God how hokey could you get? A sob rose up from her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to say those words to Chakotay.
Getting up, he pulled
his pants back up and fastened them. He
lifted her off the sofa, carrying her to the bedroom. “My People have a tradition when it comes to captive white
women.”
“Which one of your
People?”
Kathryn followed them
into the bedroom. She was shocked at
herself. Surely she’d put a stop to this, wouldn’t she? No wait, she didn’t.
This had already happened.
In the bedroom, he set her down on the bed. “All of them.”
“Should I be scared?”
She laid the back of her hand to her forehead in mock despair.
“Never.” Kneeling next to the bed he kissed her, nibbling on her bottom lip then sucking it gently.
How could holograms
make love? And how could they do it so
wonderfully? Kathryn undid her pants
and slid her hand inside her panties. When
they came together on the bed, she came with them sobbing out Chakotay’s name
along with her hologram. Tears ran down
her face.
After they crawled
under the blankets, Kathryn ended the program.
It took her sometime
to locate Chakotay after she left the holodeck. The computer said he was in his quarters, but after she’d used
her override on his door all she found was his combadge. When she checked in the mess hall Neelix
remembered hearing him say something about going to the holodeck.
After retracing her
steps she stood in the corridor. A
program was running on holodeck 2 with the privacy lock engaged. “Computer,
what program is running in holodeck 2?”
“Current program is Chakotay Trebus Alpha.”
She punched her
override code into the door. Inside was a pastoral village, children ran by
playing chased by barking dogs. A group
of women were gathered around a quilting frame laughing and gossiping. “Excuse me, I’m looking for Chakotay, can
you tell me where to find him?”
“Turn left at the
well, look for the blue trumpet flowers.” One of the women pointed down the
road.
Vague directions, but
she could always have the computer find him if she got lost. “Thank you.” The women giggled as she walked off.
The road branched
left and right in front of a large well. Turning, she wandered down the road
looking for blue flowers. The houses
all looked alike, rustic and comfortable, but alike. Just as she was ready to ask the computer for help, she saw a
house covered with a profusion of blue morning glories.
Going to the door, she
knocked politely. After a few minutes
she knocked louder. Stepping off the
low porch, she followed the footpath around to the back of the house. The path led her on a wandering path through
pockets of flowers and a small rose garden as if in no hurry to get anywhere in
particular. The placements of the
flowers was both soothing and stimulating.
Someone had put in a great deal of work into the landscaping.
At the back of the
house, she stepped up onto the back porch and knocked at the door. Waiting for a response, she turned and
looked over the backyard. There was a
cooking area to one side, a table and chairs nearby, and the footpath leading
to a gazebo before wandering through several garden plots. She spotted Chakotay in one of them. Following the path to a break in a small
circular hedge, to where he was on his knees cutting away faded flowers and
pulling up weeds. “I came to see if
you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.” He didn’t
look up from his work.
“Chakotay, I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Kathryn watched him
for a few minutes, the strong hands gently feeling through the plants cutting
away the spent flowers. “I want you to understand how I felt –“
“You made yourself
perfectly clear at the time. You’ve
said you’re sorry, now go.” His back
was rigid and tense.
“Chakotay – “
“I’m off duty, Captain,
if you want to speak to me, I’ll be on the bridge at 0800 tomorrow.”
His use of her rank
stung. She walked around the small
circular garden. It was divided into
four pie shaped sections with small stepping stones between the sections. Each contained a variety of flowers in a
particular color. The first was blue,
then red, white, and finally yellow. In
the center was an ancient sundial. The design seemed familiar to her, but she
couldn’t place it.
She completed the
circle to stand beside him once again. “This is beautiful. I almost couldn’t find your house, they all
look pretty much the same.”
“Only to those who
can’t see.”
“The gardens are
beautiful, did you plant them?”
“No.”
“Your mother?”
Kathryn remembered him telling her one time of his mother’s love of flowers.
“No.”
“Your father?” This was like pulling teeth.
“Yes.”
“I can tell he loved
flowers, Chakotay.”
“No.”
“He planted all these
flowers, but didn’t like flowers?”
“My mother loved
flowers, my father loved my mother.” He
finished the yellow section and moved to the blue one.
That didn’t get her
anywhere. New subject. “I didn’t see
very many men on my way here. Just
women.”
“Shopping?”
That confused her
until she realized what he meant. “No! I just meant that it seemed odd to see
women in the gardens and no men working with them.”
“Women work the
gardens and fields, men don’t. It’s like a rule, Kathryn, you like rules.”
“Well that’s sexist.”
And the part about rules hadn’t been very nice.
“It’s tradition.”
“It’s still sexist
and oppressive.”
“Get off your
soapbox, Suffrage Kate, women have always worked the fields. They own them,
same as they own the house.”
“Women own the
houses?” That was a twist on the norm.
“What do men own?”
“The man owns his
clothes, tools, and weapons.”
“So what exactly do the men do?”
“They provide meat
for the table and protect their family.”
“What if he’s not a
good provider?” She’d started this line
of questioning just to get him talking, but now she was genuinely curious.
“A woman can divorce
her husband by setting his belongings outside the house.”
“I think I like
that.”
“You would.” He said
sarcastically.
Looking around the
lovely country setting she shrugged. “What is there to protect against?”
“There are carnivores
native to Trebus and several native Earth species were introduced. Wolf, bear, wildcats – you can’t tell
children how bobcat lost his tail if they’ve never seen a bobcat.”
“So how did he lose
his tail?” That sounded like a gruesome story to tell a child.
He threw down his
scissors. “You didn’t come here to quiz me on my people’s way of life! Say your
piece, woman and leave me be!”
Finally! “No one tampered with the characters, except
for Tuvok having you lead the mutiny.”
“I told you that
already, remember?” Chakotay was frustrated with her, tired of the games.
“I went back and
watched.”
“You did what?” His jaw dropped.
“I wanted to see how it
happened.” Her face flushed.
“I guess if you won’t
live life you might as well watch it.”
“I want you to come
watch with me.”
“I’m not a voyeur, Captain, I prefer to
experience life first hand.” A knife twisted in his heart. “ I want to make
love to you. I won’t watch my hologram
have what I’m denied.”
“I want – I want to –
but I’m scared.”
“Of what? Of
caring? You already care; you just
don’t want to admit it. Kathryn, we work together, have our meals together, we
take shore leave and trips to the holodeck together, laugh, talk, and argue –
we do everything a husband and wife do together except make love. It’s like a
damn marriage of convenience!”
“It’s just that
protocol –“
“To hell with
protocol!” He grabbed her by the
shoulders. “Listen to me for a change!
You’re afraid of losing control, you’re afraid that if the crew sees you as a
woman, they won’t respect you as a Captain!
That’s bullshit! I know the argument ‘how can you order someone you love
into danger’? You can because you
must! Because that’s what you’ve been
trained to do!” He shook her roughly in
his anger. “Look me in the eye and tell
me you aren’t scared now to order me on an away mission! Look at me and tell me you don’t love me!”
“I can’t!”
“Get away from
me!” Chakotay pushed her from him so
violently that she fell. He stalked
toward the house.
“Chakotay wait!” Struggling to her feet, she ran after him.
“Wait!”
He jerked his arm out
of her grasp. “Go back to your ivory
tower, I’m tired of your games!”
“I can’t tell you
that I don’t love you, Chakotay!” He froze staring at her. “I do love you, I
just don’t know what to do! I don’t know how to love you!”
“You have to stop
fighting yourself.” Cupping her face in his hands, he brushed the tears off her
cheeks. “Stop worrying about what the crew will think or what Starfleet will
do.”
“I’ve spent my whole
life living with Starfleet’s rules – “
“And have you been
happy?”
“I – sure – “ She’d
had a successful career, that had always been enough. “I have my ship – “
“Have you been truly
happy, Kathryn?”
“No…” Successful and
alone. She began to cry again. “No!”
“Then why would you
want to cling to that past? The crew
wants us to be happy. Do you really
think that thirty years from now Starfleet will care if you take your first
officer as your lover? Will we even
care what they think?”
“Do you think it’ll
take thirty years?” Every morning she
woke up convinced this was the day they found the rabbit’s hole that would take
them to the Alpha quadrant. It had never
occurred to her that there were no rabbits in the Delta quadrant.
“Do you think it
won’t?”
“I don’t know
anymore.” For the first time she realized how long the trip might be.
“You have to decide,
Kathryn, you can leave your life on hold for possibly the next thirty years or
you can start living again.” He kissed
her tear streaked face. “Forget what
Starfleet wants, forget the crew wants – hell forget what I want! What do you want? What does Kathryn
want?”
“I want you.”
“I’ve always been
yours, from that first day on the bridge.
You touched me and I knew. We’re
mates, fated to walk the circle of life together.” Chakotay felt as if his heart would burst from joy.
Thirty years with
this man? Kathryn laid her head against his shoulder as she contemplated what
that meant. “And if I get tired of you,
can I put your stuff out in the corridor?” She joked.
“You’ll never be
tired of me, Kathryn, no more than I will ever be tired of you.” He lowered his lips to hers, kissing gently learning
the feel of her lips.
“Wait, the garden, I
know what it is.” She pulled him back
to where he’d been working. “Your
medicine wheel, this is the same pattern.”
“Yes. The circle reflects the nature of
life.” There was pride in Chakotay’s
voice as he walked her around the circle Kolopak had lovingly designed and
planted for his wife. “Birth, growth, harvest, death. The colors are the four seasons. Yellow is spring, blue summer,
red fall, and white is winter. The
opening is to the east – the door always faces east to the morning sun.”
“And the sundial?”
She stepped to the ancient piece; on it was a representation of the medicine
wheel.
“It’s all about time,
Kathryn.” Chakotay smiled remembering
how many times his father had said those same words to him.
“Yes, it is, isn’t
it?” Pulling him to her, she raised up on her toes to kiss him.
What If We
Watched? What if Chakotay decided to go back to the holodeck and watch?
Kolopak's Medicine Wheel Garden Plan I found this beautiful garden plan of the Sioux Medicine Wheel just as I finished this story. Even if you don't garden, it's worth a look!
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