Fragments, Part 3


By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

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Dr. Shudan was extremely upset when Paris told him of the second set of episodes. Doing a clicking sound which the Doctor informed him was the Cartilian equivalent of "tsk-tsk-tsk", he appraised Mr. Paris' condition with rising dismay.
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"There is now no alternative at all." Dr. Shudan said. "We must repair the damage to you immediately. It is far more extensive than I thought. We must return immediately to Sickbay."
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Finding poor Harry's body on the burnt-out ship made Paris agree. The future he was seeing there was obviously an alternate. And he certainly didn't need to see himself sucking on Chakotay again, that was for sure. He wondered if that was a true future. He couldn't imagine himself getting that close to Chakotay that quickly, whatever the circumstances were!
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On the turbolift, there was the familiar darkening around him. "Oh, shit!" Paris said. It was happening again. Still, one final ride on the temporal roller-coaster wasn't all that bad, now, was it?
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The phase-over took longer this time. He heard voices calling him, dimly. Only his name, a thoroughly familiar set of sounds, came through clearly, the rest was unintelligible. Funny, it sounded like Harry's and B'Elanna's voices were in there, too.
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He finished the transition, looked around. An ensign was walking by, she smiled and nodded to him. "Mr. Paris." she said.
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"You can see me?" he asked. Or tried to. To his astonishment, he was unable to speak.
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Instead he heard his voice, as if coming from nearby, respond, "Ensign Oguna." quite casually as his own head bobbed a greeting of its own accord.
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He sorted out the sensations of movement now, he was walking, and not choosing to walk.
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Right into Chakotay's quarters. Inside, he now recognized the room of the last phase, now lighted. Funny, he had been in Chakotay's quarters some weeks ago, and it held little or none of these items in it. Maybe this was another alternate and the whole temporal future shift was just some sort of mis-diagnosis by Dr. Shudan.
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Chakotay was working at his terminal, and Paris saw it was the duty roster. Got a quick look at the date, though this Paris he was somehow "riding" from within wasn't paying attention to it.
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The date was the upcoming week. This had to be another alternate.
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Then his view shifted to a close-up of Chakotay's neck and Paris felt his lips press fervently down onto that dark flesh, the almost-salty tang of his skin. His lips moved without his volition, and he was sensing everything, and controlling nothing. He kissed and nibbled Chakotay's neck, while Chakotay lay back against him.
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"You're working too hard." he heard himself say.
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"You don't work hard enough." Chakotay said back to him, smiling at him from close, so close by.
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"But I play hard enough to make up for it." and now his lips reached for Chakotay's own.
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God, they felt great! Chakotay's arms were going around him, awkward in their angle, but feeling wonderful just the same. The arms of a lover, Paris realized. Not a casual fling, not a tentative gesture ready to be removed if the moment had been misjudged, this was a complete taking of himself with the confidence behind it that the act would be welcomed and the permission given long before.
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Paris rode along as he sat down in Chakotay's lap as Chakotay swivelled away from the display.
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"You're insatiable, you know that?" Chakotay said to him. "How many times a day you want to do this, anyway."
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"Until I try it and you don't want to." Paris responded. "After that, we can come up with a schedule we can both live with."
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Chakotay tilted his head. "That sounds reasonable."
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"You want to?"
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Chakotay smiled and those lips met his again.
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Love in the first degree and experienced second-hand, the oddest damned feeling. Paris felt the love he had for Chakotay, this other Paris that is, and it was genuine, deep and lasting. He was home, his search was concluded, his heart was established on its course.
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Damn, it felt good! Even like this, even as a parasite upon himself, it felt so damned good! He relished the feel as his hands wrapped around that large chest, squeezing against the chair back. Relished the hands that stroked his own chest and his own back, unhindered by anything but the clothes he wore. Felt his cock grow rigid as a duralloy cylinder, painfully caught within his clothing.
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"Ah, ah!" he grunted, and the release via his alternate's voice was welcome. Paris wondered how much he was sharing in this, and how much he was stealing from his alternate. No matter, it felt terrific just the same.
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Chakotay's hands were on his crotch, pulling at the clotures there and fishing within.
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Yes, oh, yes! Paris groaned within. Come on, Chakotay, take it for me. Please, take it!
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Those warm fingers upon his rock-hard erection were a blessing and the pull of the dun fingers were intoxicating and addictive. He didn't want this moment to ever end. Let him be lost, so long as he could stay here! Riding this wonderful alternate's life, trapped but happy, delirious with joy, forever!
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Chakotay let go, ending the kiss, and Paris groaned with frustration, both inside and without. But Chakotay's hands shifted, he rose with massive exertion, and now Paris was being carried by him in his arms. He rested his head on Chakotay's shoulder as he was carried into the bedroom, and dropped into a sitting position on the side of the bed like a maiden about to be ravished.
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Chakotay was pulling at his clothes. "We'll have to be quick." he said. "I have a meeting with the Captain in an hour to go over the crew duty rosters."
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"She can wait." his alternate said.
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Captain? Definitely not his time-line. Janeway, too, was dead. His other friends and shipmates were gone, only Chakotay was left. And if this turned out as good as it was shaping up to be, he'd take Chakotay and be glad of it.
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His alternate was hastily yanking his clothes off, and Paris was glad not to be distracted by this. He was spending his time watching Chakotay. The jacket was first, a firm, decisive hand along the clotures and it parted, to show the firm body with jutting pectorals, obscured now only by a skin-tight t-shirt. The jacket fell to the floor...and his view was interrupted as his alternate looked down at his own jacket, to open it.
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Now the boots, and Paris just could see Chakotay beyond his alternate's concentration upon his boots, watched the t-shirt follow the jacket to the floor.
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His boots were off, and the socks followed rapidly.
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And Chakotay's foot came up into his lap. "If you please, Mr. Paris." he said.
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Paris felt Chakotay's boot in his hands, the cool smoothness of synthleather, but he was watching Chakotay as he pulled off the boot, which suited him. He felt the silly grin on his face, saw the reciprocating smile on Chakotay's, the feel as the boot came off and he dropped it on the floor, and the sweaty feel of the sock which followed it and then...
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Then he was leaning over and kissing Chakotay's big toe! The foot was smelling as feet do after a long day of being encased in cloth and leather, heavy, raunchy, odorous, and he was...he was loving it! The spherical toe with its hard nail was in his mouth and he was kissing, no, now he was sucking it!
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Chakotay groaned from the feel, and Paris suddenly realized that this was a first for Chakotay, too. He sucked that toe like a candy-roll, and ran his tongue over the bottom pad in circular motions, the horny pad formed from contact with the boot at one side feeling like a button beneath the skin.
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Then over to the next toe, this one mashed against its mate, but he slid his cheek between them and gave it a thoroughly tongue-washing as well. Chakotay was gasping with the pleasure of this act, and that gave Paris pleasure by proxy, for this was the man he--the other he--loved and doing this, even this, was a joy. One by one he took the toes in his mouth, and washed them with his tongue, then sucked them clean and dry again, even the tiny elliptical last toe.
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Chakotay was lying on the bed, helpless in the sensations Paris was giving him, his cock jutting out his trousers, his other leg still on the floor, still covered in the boot. Paris was fishing his own trousers off as he ministered to Chakotay's foot, and then he began to lick the bottom of the foot, long larruping strokes of his tongue, as if this foot was a massive ice-cream bar, his mouth was filling with a heavy musky oil from Chakotay's foot and yet he wanted it, all of it!
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He had his own clothes off now, and now his hands moved up while his mouth still worshiped Chakotay's foot, his hands moved up to Chakotay's groin and Chakotay was gasping as he fumbled along with Paris to get his trousers open and Paris was pulling them down to mid-thigh while Chakotay groaned.
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"Oh, God, Tom, how do you think of these things?" Chakotay breathed huskily. "Every time I think I have you figured out, you pull something new."
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"Got to keep your interest up." Paris heard himself say. "As well as other things up. You just lay right where you are, Chakotay, because I got plans for you. Don't you move a muscle, you hear me?"
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"All right." Chakotay gasped. "But hurry. The Captain."
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"Screw the Captain!"
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"No, thanks." Chakotay chuckled. "I have you, now."
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Paris was at their table, and he was unsurprised to see his hands fish out a tube of lubricant. Well, at least he wasn't going to suck Chakotay's cock. His mouth was still heavy with the taste of Chakotay's foot!
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His alter ego put the mouth of the opened tube to his anus and squeezed it hard. Paris felt the thick ointment squirt up inside himself. Criminy, how long had his alternate been up to this sort of thing? His ass took it like a long-accustomed action!
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And he was now fumbling the ointment in his asshole with one hand while he knelt down and Paris saw that big Indian cock rising up at him and knew that he wasn't getting out of the cocksucking part after all.
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Still, it couldn't taste worse than the foot, could it?
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It tasted...like honey. A definite sweet taste to it, somehow. The precome boiling out of the cockhead like lava down a volcano's flank, that was salty. But the cock itself was quite sweet-tasting. He was able to relax (like his other self had) and enjoy the feel of this hot organ pulsing in his hand and under his mouth and tongue.
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Then he rose to the top and the cock was in his mouth. Hey, that wasn't so bad. All thick and warm and sort-of alive inside of him. He gripped with his lips and pushed down and then pulled back up again. Not bad at all! He could get into this, especially the way his commanding officer was now groaning beneath him. If only he could get a little of his own back during all of this.
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But his alternate had other plans and he was just along for the ride. After a brief interlude of cock-sucking, Paris released the slimy organ and was standing up on the bed and straddling Chakotay, then lowering himself down. Paris braced himself for the impact.
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A large presence at his anus. It felt like an orange instead of a plum-sized cockhead. But he was well-lubed, his body relaxed and opened for it, and it slid in without any major obstructions. Well, he had probably been riding Chakotay's cock for some time, from the way they were acting. Not surprising he had gotten used to it. It didn't feel that bad inside of him.
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Soon he was seated on Chakotay's groin, and a thick pole was buried inside of him.
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Paris looked down at Chakotay and the Paris within looked at him. Such a look of happiness and peace on his face. And tenderness, too. No wonder he had given himself to this man, if this was the bounty he gained from it.
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His alter ego was bouncing up and down now, and Paris-inside gasped at the incredible feel of being fucked. It was like his insides had lit up like an active console. The most amazing sensations were racing up his spine into his brain; it seemed to originate at a spot just at the top of his coccyx.
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"Ah, ah, ah, hah, hah!" he was groaning, and Paris didn't blame himself one bit. This was absolutely great! Man, what he'd been missing out on! He got back to his own Voyager, he was going to jump his ship's First Officer so fast he wouldn't know what had hit him! Never going to let him go, either! Just let the ship drift while they stayed in his cabin and fucked like rabbits!
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He was panting heavily and his legs were cramping up and his tempo was ruined by that.
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Chakotay seemed to sense this, and when Paris dropped to his knees, he rolled them both over. Paris ended up on his back, his legs high in the air, and now he was being actively fucked by Chakotay.
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"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "Come on, fuck me harder, fuck me harder! Oh, yea-ah-ah! Uh, uh, uh!"
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Chakotay was grunting as well, low, gutteral sounds that seemed to well from deep inside of him. "Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!"
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"Oh!"
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"Huh, ah!"
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"Oh, oh, oh!"
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"Ah, ah, ah!
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"Oh, oh, oh yeah, yes, yes, uh, uh, uh!"
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"Ah, hah, hah, hah, hah!"
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"UH-UH-UH, HUH-UHHH!"
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"AH, HAH-HAH-HAH-HUNKHHH!"
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Joy ripped through Paris' brain as his body erupted. He was spraying himself wildly, with massive streams of widely-spurting jizz flying about like so many rain-drops. Chakotay's wads were pumping into his ass, hot seed that churned inside of him, filling him full even as his body emptied itself with flying pearls of salt-scented jism.
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Paris had never felt such an incredible orgasm before. It was like his cock wasn't the originator of the climax, that it had boiled up from within instead. Like it was Chakotay's cock supplying the both of them, and his body was only responding in this way because that was the way it understood. He looked up at Chakotay, eyes blurred with desire and dimmed by half-closed eyelids, and knew that this was the greatest moment he could ever hope for. And it wasn't even his!
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No matter, he was here for it anyway. When Chakotay's body stopped flailing atop his own, when his own body was overcome with a heavy lethargy, and Chakotay lay down to rest atop him, Paris felt a sense of ineffable peace steal over him, and with it was born a protectiveness as well. This was his man, his lover, and nobody had better try to hurt him, or they'd face Paris!
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At the same time, he felt protected. They were a pair, a couple, joined to face the world together, and this sharing of their bodies wasn't the end result of the joining, it was a celebration of it.
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Paris looked into the exhausted face and felt his own face smiling gently. Chakotay looked into his eyes and smiled back.
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"You feel better now?" he heard himself say.
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"I was about to ask you the same thing."
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"I feel great."
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"I wish we could just take a few weeks and spend them together someplace." Chakotay said wistfully. "We have so little time together on this ship."
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"But we make up for it when we do get the time." his alternate said. "Now I have to get down to Engineering, and you have to get that crew roster ready."
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"Yeah." Chakotay sighed, and reached up to kiss him. "I love you."
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"I love you, too." Paris said. And Paris within understood exactly how much he really, really meant those words.
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He remained a passenger even as they dressed, kissed again, and then separated, Chakotay going back to his station in their quarters and Paris leaving to go down to the bridge. Paris-inside was happy, until he had a horrible thought.
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He always started with this universe, and then ended up in the one where he was dead. If he went to that other universe now, would he become...dead?
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He felt himself stop, a passing ensign asked, "Tom, are you all right?"
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"Just felt funny for a moment." Paris said. "A sudden shiver all over."
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"They used to say someone walked over your grave." this young man responded.
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"That's a good idea of how it felt. Like I felt dead." He shook his head. "Well, no matter. I have to get to Engineering or B'Elanna will rip my head off."
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"I'm surprised you're able to work for her, after dumping her a few months ago." This ensign was chatty.
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"Captain had a talk with her. These things happen. I'd better move, though."
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"So long, Tom."
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The phase-out caught Paris along the route, just outside of Engineering.
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It was slower than usual, even. The voices were now almost screaming at him, but there were so many talking at once, he couldn't figure out what they wanted. Seven of Nine was the clearest, she said, "Mr. Paris, return to your station at once. Mr. Paris, this is Seven of Nine, you must obey."
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"Fine!" he shouted back. "But I don't know where I am."
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"Follow my voice." Seven of Nine responded to his surprise. "Focus on my direction."
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The other voices were silent. "Captain, I have him."
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"Tom." Janeway said. "Follow us. This way. Hurry, please, we can't keep the gate open much longer."
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"I'm coming." Paris was, though he couldn't have named a direction. But he felt himself moving...somehow. Movement without motion or direction. No matter, it was the right non-direction, it would do.
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Paris opened his eyes. Seven of Nine and Captain Janeway were standing over him.
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"Tom, are you all right?"
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"I am now." Paris said. "What happened?"
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"You've been delirious for hours."
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"I was." Paris sat up. "Time-jumping can do that to you."
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"Time jumping?"
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"Where's Dr. Shudan?"
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"Who's Dr. Shudan?" Janeway asked.
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Paris shook his head. "Must have been a dream. Really weird and long one, too. We'd been attacked by the Cartilian Alliance defensive grid, and I was given a time-treatment to heal me by Dr. Shudan Except it made me slip about in time, and I ended up in two other alternates. I can't tell which one was worse. In one I was looking at myself dead, and in the other I was...." Paris paused. "Well, let's not get into that one. But it was weird. So was the first one, you were dead and Chakotay was running the ship. There was this big hole on the bridge, the whole front had been blasted away. And I was sliding around like crazy."
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"No matter, Tom." Janeway said. "Welcome back."
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"Good to be back, Captain." Paris said. "Am I free to move about now?"
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"Of course." Seven of Nine said. "You are now cured."
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"Great!" Paris said. "Man, I didn't want to be in any of those three universes I was visiting."
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"One does not select one's universe." Seven of Nine pontificated. "It selects them."
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"I guess." Paris said. "Hey, what's wrong with the lights?"
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"The lights are functioning normally." Seven of Nine said from a distance.
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"Hey!" Paris said as the scene faded. "This was all over with!" he yelled. "It's not fair!"
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Darkness and voices again, this time far away once more.
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They brightened and he was looking once again at Dr. Shudan.
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"We nearly lost you that time, young man." Dr. Shudan said. "But I have stabilized you, I do believe."
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"I'm back?" Paris said. "I thought I was back, in the other time-line. It was so...normal."
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"All time-lines are normal." Dr. Shudan said. "But we each belong in only one of them."
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"Yeah." Paris said. "Well, if I'm cured this time around, I'd better get to work on the bridge. I have to rebuild a navigational station."
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And think about a certain fellow-officer while he did it.
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END OF PART THREE
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