Fragments, Part Two


By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2000 by Voyeur. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration of Fragments #2

Chakotay was on the bridge and the Doctor and Dr. Shudan accompanied Paris on the trip up. But no further visitations bothered his journey. Not until Paris got to the bridge, and then, he only thought he was hallucinating.
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The entire front of the bridge had been blasted off. Only an emergency forcefield kept the air in. Paris could see now why he had been "badly injured" for his side of the navigational station was blown away, only his chair had been left. If Janeway had been standing, as was her wont in a battle situation, she would have been sucked out of that hole, as would anyone else not seated or able to grab something quickly. The forcefield was automatic (provided power existed for it to feed off of) but not instantaneous, it took time to establish it. It saved ships, but not unfortunate individuals flying away.
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Chakotay was sitting in the Captain's chair, and he looked awful. Badly burned clothing showed that he had not escape unscathed in the attack, though dermal regenerators had undoubtedly repaired his body. He was dirty and disheveled and...beaten. Like he had given up.
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"Commander." Paris said.
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"Go ahead." Chakotay said. That look was utterly neutral, nowhere did Paris see any interest in those eyes. But those eyes were dead-looking beyond any lack of sexual interest.
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Paris explained his dilemma. "So they want to repair my body, and I think I need to leave it alone until we know what happens in the future that would destroy Voyager."
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"You say it was two futures you saw."
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"I said it may be." Dr. Shudan said. "The temporal readings are not definite. We can attach a temporal locator on Paris and when his timeline is disrupted again, he only needs to trigger it and we can locate him temporally upon his return."
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"I see. Like an inertial tracker." Chakotay said. "That's a start, but we may not have time for a second location." Chakotay turned to Paris. "Tell me about that other timeline, the one where everything was fine."
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"I didn't tell the Doctor everything about that other timeline. Uh, it'd be best if we discussed that in private." Chakotay had to hear everything and Paris didn't want to trot out the fact that they had been kissing, not on the bridge, not with Chakotay newly their captain.
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Chakotay frowned. "Very well. We'll use the Ready Room."
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Inside, Paris felt somewhat braver and said to that stolid, dead face. "Well, the first thing I heard was laughter and running feet. I stepped aside to let whoever it was run by. I saw a young male ensign being chased by you."
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"By me?" Chakotay frowned.
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"By you. Both of these two were laughing and grinning. You...the other you...caught this ensign and spun him around and said, 'I got you now.' The ensign said, 'You only wish.' and that was when I saw that it was me. I tried to talk but they didn't hear me at all. Then the other Chakotay accused the other Paris of cheating at poker and the other Paris asked the consequences. And then...."
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"Go ahead."
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"You won't like it. I didn't."
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"Go ahead."
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"The other Chakotay kissed the other Paris. Hard."
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"Go on. Then what happened."
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"Then they kissed again, and this kiss kind of kept on going, arms around each other."
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"Then what did you do?" Paris might as well have been reciting dry statistics for all the reaction he was getting out of Chakotay at his tale.
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"Then I turned and ran."
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"Why?"
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"Why?" Paris was baffled. "You and me...we were kissing. And we were liking it. A lot. It bothered me. A lot."
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That got the first reaction out of Chakotay. "How did that bother you? It is that impossible that in some future time, we may...like kissing each other?"
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"Well, it's in no future I'm aware of or plan. Dr. Shudan said that the timelines were only a few weeks into the future, at most."
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"So you ran. Then what happened."
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"Then I ran to the turbolift. But it was dark, and wouldn't work. I looked out into the corridor again and it was dark and deserted. I saw a body and went and turned it over. It was me, all dried out and mummified."
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"How did you know it was you?" Chakotay asked. "You recognized it?"
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"Yes."
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"Easier than you did your living self in a well-lighted corridor?"
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"That was the uniform...." Paris trailed off. "Of course! The me in that dead corridor was wearing this kind of uniform. Red and black, not yellow and black."
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"Then there's a partial answer. Ensign Paris, I hereby order you to immediately replicate proper ensign's clothing and wear it at all times hereafter." Chakotay paused. "Except the replicators are off-line."
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"Great. What do I do?"
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"Go to Ensign Kim's quarters and take his. They ought to fit you well enough."
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"Where's Harry?"
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Chakotay looked at him, astonished. "He's dead. Died same time as the Captain, in the attack on this ship."
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"Woah!" Paris said. Janeway's death had bothered him, Harry's death ripped him apart. His found his eyes...tearing up? Yes. "I'm sorry, Commander." he snuffled after a time. He wasn't bawling, but his voice came out ragged.
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A big, gentle hand rested on his shoulder. It felt good, sitting there. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew."
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"That treatment zapped everything I knew before the attack." Paris said. "I lost the last fourteen hours entirely."
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"Ah." Chakotay said. "Then you don't know who died in that attack."
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"Just Janeway and now Harry." Paris clarified. "Anyone else I need to know about?"
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"B'Elanna." Chakotay said softly. "She and Harry were both on the bridge when the attack occurred. Harry was being pulled out by the suction and she reached for him. Got him, but lost her own grip. The field closed down just after they were outside its range."
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"B'Elanna, too?" Paris said.
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"We'll mourn them when our ship is functional again." Chakotay said in a clipped tone, brooking no emotion. "We'll stop for a day and just wail and meditate as much as we want. I promise you that. But nothing until this ship is fully functional."
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"I understand." Paris was glad for those words. They let him close off that part of his heart. It was still in there, but it would wait. "I'd better get to Harry's cabin and get into that uniform. That may be all it takes, the full transition to Ensign. I hope so."
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"It's more like a charm than anything else." Chakotay said. "If you aren't dressed as the future calls for, maybe the rest won't happen. But get that, uh, inertial temporal tracker on and be ready to hit it the moment you've...slipped in time again."
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"Agreed." Paris said.
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He turned and started to walk out, when he realized that he was not in the Ready Room.
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A cabin, large and comfortable. The Captain's quarters? The lights were lowered and he wasn't familiar with the items in the room.
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"Uhh!" he heard from the bed. That was when he realized it was occupied.
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Well, he had to know who and what was going on. Smirking, he walked over. That voice sounded suspiciously like his own!
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"Oh, God, Chakotay." the voice murmured. Paris stopped, he didn't want a better look now! His imagination filled in the rest of the bedclothes very easily. He was lying in bed and the Commander was down with his head at his other self's groin. That head was moving in a very suggestive fashion, a globe moving the blue covers in slow, languid movements.
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"Uh, ohhh!" his other self groaned.
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Paris looked for a chronometer, found one. It showed the hour as 0400, but there was no date on display and his hand moved right through the chronometer. He wasn't visible to his other self, lying in bed and moaning right now, either.
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Paris turned himself around and forced himself to listen and watch. Maybe one of them would say something that would help him locate them time-wise.
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"Uh, uh, oh, ooh, yeah!" his other self groaned.
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"Oh, come on!" Paris complained to himself. "You talk better than that when you're in bed with a girl and she's giving you head. Is that all you can do, uh, uh, oh?"
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The covers bucked in double arcs, the other Paris was lifting his legs onto Chakotay's hidden back and his hands were going down to that globe of a head. Mph, at least that covered up the obscene movements!
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"Ah! Uh-ah, ah, ah!" Paris groaned. "Oh, God, Chakotay, I'm coming! Oh, uh, uh..."
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Paris covered up his ears, he couldn't bear it. It didn't help, he heard every utterance.
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"...uh, uh, huh, huh, huh, HUH, HUH..."
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In desperation, Paris broke out in song, to drown himself out, the least sexual song he could think of. "Oh, the day came alive, on Regullus IV, When the circus came to town..."
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"...HUH, UH, OH, GOD, UH, UH, UH, UH-UH-UH-UH...."
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"...All the boys and girls with their flaxen curls, were jumping up and down...."
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"...UH, HUH, HUH, HUNKKKKK-KUHH!!!!"
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"...And the High Minister, with his golden scepter, couldn't even make a frown...."
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"AH, AH-HAH, A-HAH, UH, UH, UH, uh, hah, hah, hah, hah! Whew!"
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"...For the music played of the Emerald Maid, 'cause the circus came to town!"
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"Oh, man, Chakotay, you're the best!" the other Paris said. "Oh, yeah!"
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The blue sheets were moving. When the hell would this all be over? Time to see himself dead again, wasn't it?
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Chakotay's head popped up on top of Paris' chest. "You liked that?"
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"That's an understatement." the other Paris said earnestly. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like that? I thought my head was going to explode?"
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"Which one?" Chakotay said.
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That earned a far louder laugh than Paris thought it deserved. Was this other him a total idiot?
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"Both of them." the other Paris said at last. "Can you teach me how to do that?"
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"Aw, jeez, not now!" Paris begged them. "Talk about something. Let me know what day it is! Anything!"
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"Think you're able to learn it?" Chakotay asked him. "It takes a lot of practice, you know."
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"I know!" Paris said. "Don't get into it now!"
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"I'm ready to learn."
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"Aw, jeez!"
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"Well, then, there's no time like the present."
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"Of course not!" Paris sighed.
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Chakotay threw off the covers and rolled onto his back. In the low lights of the room, his body was a dark collection of orbs and ovals that caught the light in arcs on their tops. His penis stood up like a tower among the hills. Paris looked away and out the window. "Now, if you'll get into the right position, I'll start you off on the basic techniques at first." Chakotay said.
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"I know how to suck cock!" Paris groaned. "I don't need you to show me right now!"
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"Gee, I don't know anything about this." the other Paris snickered. "I'm going to need a lot of practice. A whole lot."
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"God, what are you, Tom, demented?" Paris demanded. "It's a dick! You stick it in your mouth, and you hold it with your lips and you bob up and down. What's to fucking learn here?"
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"Well, the first thing you do is work up a lot of saliva in your mouth."
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"Why?" Paris demanded.
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"Why?" His alter ego wanted to know, as well.
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"Because it makes it easier to take it all the way down and into your throat, of course."
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"Oh, gag! I'm going to be sick!"
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"Oh! Makes sense." At least with a mouthful of spit, this insipid alter ego wouldn't be talking any more.
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"That's it, work up a lot of it. Now, take it in your hand. That's right."
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Paris had to look. He knew it was sick, he knew what he was going to see! Still, he had to look! He just had to!
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To see Chakotay's cock in his hand. Brown as the rest of him, maybe even a little darker. Uncut. "Jeez, Chakotay, that's a monster you got on you." Paris said, impressed in spite of himself. It stuck up past his alter ego's hand by over half its length. "No way I'm sucking that monster. Voyager can fucking blow up first!"
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"Now take it in your lips and mouth. Don't try to take it all the way down, just get it nice and wet from the spit in your mouth." Chakotay lectured.
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Paris watched as the shiny spit drooled out of his alter ego's mouth and over the turgid organ. It poured out in foamy masses. "Muh-MUH?" his alter ego queried.
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"Yeah, like that." Chakotay said. "Now you work up some more spit and get to pushing it into you."
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His alter ego's throat moved and then his mouth slid down over Chakotay's roaring hard-on. Chakotay groaned as the other Paris managed to get well down the thick shaft, lacking only an inch to having covered it all.
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"Whoa, I knew I was good, but I didn't think I'd be that good!" Paris said of himself.
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"Very good!" Chakotay praised his companion. "Now just hold it there. Don't try to move just yet. You have to learn to suppress the gagging reflex first. So just hold it steady. If you start to gag, don't spit it out, just let go of some of it, and then take it back when the gag passes."
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Paris found himself with a rampant erection. Looking at himself sucking on Chakotay. He had never imagined himself in this position, but now that he was in it, so to speak...well, it was pretty hot viewing. "I just hope they don't ask me to bring a videocamera along." he muttered.
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Hesitated, and then reached down to grasp his erection. "Still, as long as I'm stuck watching this, I might as well enjoy the view."
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"You ready for more?" Chakotay asked.
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"Oh, yeah!" Paris assured him.
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"Mm-hmm." The other Paris mumbled.
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"Hey, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full." Paris said and chuckled. Wondered if, when this was over, he'd be in the future where he was dead, or back with Chakotay. What if he zapped back and Chakotay was standing there and he had his dick in his hand, pumping it? What would he say? Oh, just got to watching the two of us in the future and decided to play along?
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He let go of his pud. Another time, perhaps, when he knew more.
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The scene was getting darker. Had they lowered the lights? Paris stepped up to get a closer look as he vaguely heard Chakotay, as if from a distance. "Okay, now, get your lips moving slowly. Don't take it all the way down. Just a tight grip on the foreskin will do the trick. Uh, yeah, like that..."
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The view changed, and it wasn't sudden. Gradually, an overlap appeared and the other view was dark. Very dark. Soon it was totally black. Wherever he was now, there were no light panels working.
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"Lights." Paris muttered. "I have to remember to bring a light with me the next time, too."
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He was struck with an idea. Reached down and fumbled, found a small piece of something-or-other. Dried and hard with many projections, it could be anything. But it was small and it would do, he stuck it in his pocket.
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"Now, I just wait until I get back again." Paris said. "And I'll have a souvenir they can take apart, instead of me."
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As his eyes adjusted, he saw a small slit of light in one side. He made it to there, though something large and bulky blocked his travel. He decided after much effort that it was some sort of oblong tube hanging down from the ceiling, covered in some hanging stuff. He made it to the door and found the manual override. A simple twist, and the door opened, and Paris looked out into a similarly deserted corridor as the last time. Looked back to see what the obstruction had been.
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It was a body, dangling through a hole in the ceiling. Paris walked over in the better light of the opened door and got a good look.
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Whistled. "Sorry you're dead, buddy, but frankly, you're the most hopeful sign I've seen to date." he assured the corpse and walked away into the corridor. Further down the corridor was his dead self. Paris noted with interest that the body, which had been face down before his last visit when he turned it over, was now face-up. He had had an influence on this timeline. "Maybe if I'm lucky, I can start up the computers on my next trip and figure out the events that way." he said. "I'll have to talk with Dr. Shudan, too."
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That was when the world began to fade. Paris found himself back in the Ready Room and turned around to see Chakotay.
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"Is there something more?" Chakotay said, looking at him.
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"I was just gone again." Paris said. "Didn't you notice?"
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"I wasn't looking at you." Chakotay conceded. "Let's call up the room recording and see what it says."
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That took only a moment's notice, as the Ready Room, being a conference room, was often called upon to "replay the minutes." They focused on Paris as he started to walk out.
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That Paris blinked. He was gone for about a half-second, and then reappeared in his same posture.
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"That explains why you didn't notice." Paris said.
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"What happened?"
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"I spent a very uncomfortable fifteen or twenty minutes watching you and me making love in the early morning hours in the Captain's cabin." Paris said. "For the record, the other me said that you were terrific."
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"I'll bear that in mind." and Chakotay smiled slightly. "No idea of the date on that?"
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"No, but I'm not that sure it matters." Paris said. "Then I got zapped to that deserted Voyager. And...I picked up a souvenir."
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He pulled the object from his pocket and Chakotay jumped back and Paris flinched. He had picked up a mummified human hand. "Uh, I thought it was some inanimate object. It was dark. But I did manage to get a better look. I know whose hand this is."
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"Whose?"
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"Harry's. It was his body I saw and this hand came from."
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"Tom, Harry's body was blown out into space. We haven't recovered it yet. I'm debating if we even should or not. Rather like a space burial, after all."
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"Yeah. The thing is, there's no way this Harry Kim died in outer space. He died in whatever killed that ship. I'm not traveling into the future. I must be slipping sideways, into alternates."
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"Maybe. Let's see what Dr. Shudan has to say." Was Chakotay's only answer.
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