Fragments, Part Six


By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

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"What's wrong, Tom?" Kim grinned. "You act like you've just seen a ghost."
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"I think I just have!" Paris said. "Dr. Shudan, how...how could you...?"
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"It's merely a matter of reawakening the essence, which permits any sort of repair to the body. We could repair the massive trauma you suffered and the explosive decompression of Mr. Kim, once the essence was revived."
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"So you can raise people from the dead?"
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"Dead?" Kim asked.
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"You persist in thinking in terms of timelines again. It is not a discrete line, it is a plenum, as I have said, wherein all things are possible."
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"With power like this, I can see why you have to hide behind a defensive array." Paris said. "Harry, how are you feeling?"
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"Fine." Kim said. "A little disoriented, maybe. Dead?"
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"Temporal dislocation." Dr. Shudan sighed. "It seems to be a side-effect of the human metabolism."
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"Then what of Captain Janeway and B'Elanna."
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"Their bodies have not entered Cartilian space." Dr. Shudan said.
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"Bodies?" Kim asked. He was still ignored.
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"What?" Paris said. "But...we can go get them. Send out a shuttle and ...."
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Dr. Shudan cut him off. "We had to open part of the array to let your ship into our space, and we will open it one more time, to let you out near the planet we have selected for your people. This is a grave risk to our entire people and we will not risk further incursions."
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"Incursions?" Paris asked.
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"Surely you realize that the defensive array was not built without a reason." Dr. Shudan said. "The fact our enemies have given up their long siege of us does not mean that they do not watch for us to weaken. No, we have done all we intend to. If their bodies ever do approach Cartilian space, then we will consider opening a small hole to let their bodies enter, as we did with Ensign Kim's."
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"Bodies?" Kim asked again.
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"Yeah, Harry, you and I were dead for a while, apparently." Paris said. "The Cartilians have the ability to raise people from the dead."
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"Nonsense." Dr. Shudan said. "The essence must still be inside the body before we can even tap into it. It is simply a physical fact that humans keep their essences longer than a Cartilian would, we were surprised to find that we could revive this young man. I'd be astonished if we could revive anyone else at this late date. Really, now, I must return to my own people. Your Doctor program knows how to work the temporal fixator in case you should need further treatments. Now, if you'll forgive me, I am leaving now and for good. I only returned because of the discovery of Mr. Kim."
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"We were dead?" Kim asked.
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"Oh, yeah." Paris said.
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"And he restored us to life?"
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"Apparently."
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Kim looked at Dr. Shudan, who had gathered up some tools and obviously about to leave. "Uh, Dr. Shudan...thank you."
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"Not at all." Dr. Shudan said. "Good luck, young humans. May your temporal dislocations be controllable." He looked at Paris as if to say something more, then shook his head and left.
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"Harry, what's the last thing you remember?" Paris asked.
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"The Doctor asked me the same thing." Harry said. "You and I were playing pool and then suddenly, here I was."
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"You lost more time than I did." Paris said. And he caught Kim up on everything that had happened.
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Kim was startled, of course, and he and Paris spent some time comparing notes. Kim seemed to have none of the problems that Paris did with the "time traveling" feature, and Kim showed appropriate sympathy and amusement.
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"So you keep popping into a relationship with Chakotay?" he asked. "Tom, I didn't think you had it in you."
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"Neither did I." Paris said. "I mean, I've been at loose ends ever since I broke up with B'Elanna, but I sure didn't think I'd be giving up on women entirely."
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"Have you?" Kim was startled.
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"Let's just say that I'm not as disturbed by the idea as I used to be." Paris said. "Traveling around in that other Paris' body sort of put it in a different light." His comm badge bleeped. "Paris here."
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"Mr. Paris, could I see you in my quarters?" Chakotay's voice said.
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"On my way." Paris said. He looked at Kim. "Our new captain is awake." He checked the chronometer. "And after only two hours' sleep. Someone is going to have to take care of him, or he'll work himself to death. Got to go, Harry."
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"Later, Tom."
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Paris went to Chakotay's quarters and saw Chakotay was at his desk. "Couldn't sleep?" he queried as a greeting.
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"Not for long." Chakotay said. "Though I do feel rested now, thanks to you. I signed on for ship updates. We've picked up Ensign Kim's body and Dr. Shudan has revived him?"
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"Yes, sir." Paris said, smiling. "I've just been talking to him."
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"As senior officer, I should have been informed at once." Chakotay said, frowning.
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"I don't know why you weren't." Paris admitted. "But no real harm done, is it? Maybe they wanted to wait and see if they could revive Kim before talking to you. Or they were too busy. Or the Doctor checked your biorhythms and decided you needed sleep more."
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"It's a breach of protocol." Chakotay pressed. "I had best assert my command authority in some conspicuous manner right away. Some of the Starfleet personnel may not be eager to see a former Maquis assume command."
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"We've been out here too long for that to be a problem." Paris assured him.
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"Still, I'd like to get your opinion on how to best make the changeover." Chakotay said. "Why don't you get comfortable and we'll discuss this. I still have some of the synthehol." and he smiled.
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He's chasing me, Paris realized. God, why didn't I see it sooner? From the moment I told him about that time-travel episode, he's been chasing me.
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Well, he responded to himself, in that case, what are you going to do about it, Tom?
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"I think that's a great idea." he said and smiled.
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To his surprise, they spent a solid hour discussing just that subject, how to best acclimate everyone to Chakotay's assumption of command, and further how to let everyone know that their next stop would most likely be their last. They discussed it in great detail. Then they re-discussed it. Finally, Paris realized that Chakotay had himself stuck. His excuse to talk to Paris had become a trap, and he could not figure out how to tactfully divert the conversation from that subject to themselves. Well, when it came to busting right through things....
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"There's one other thing we need to get the crew used to." he said.
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"What's that?" Chakotay asked.
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"You and me dating."
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"Are we?"
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"Well, I certainly hope so." Paris said. "The alternative is too awkward. We could have covered this subject in five minutes at a staff meeting, you know."
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"I know." Chakotay admitted.
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"Chakotay, I'm not going to bite you." Paris leaned forward, regretting that Chakotay had no couch, only these two chairs, well-separated.
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"It's not that." Chakotay shrugged minutely, shook his head. "It's just that the ship is in chaos, we're about to run ourselves ashore permanently minus our Captain, and here I am thinking about...this instead."
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"Think of it as a recreational break." Paris urged. "You can't spend every minute worrying about the ship. She has a good crew tested in fire, we'll handle things as they come, and we don't need to be watched every second. Everyone knows what to do and is doing it. You're vital to us, Chakotay, but we don't have to own your life."
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"Okay." Chakotay said. "So now what?"
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Well, the chairs were at least armless. Paris stood up, picked up his chair and took it over and placed it next to Chakotay. Sat back down again. "We start here, I think."
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"Makes sense."
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Paris put his arm around Chakotay's shoulders. "And then we go to here."
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And Chakotay leaned around and took Paris in his arms, kissed him fervently. Paris was startled but tried to kiss back well enough to show he enjoyed it.
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Done, he was a bit breathless. "And I think you already know the rest."
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"I have a pretty good idea, yes."
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"Then I'll leave it in your hands, my Captain." Paris said.
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Those lips were so hungry on his. They blazed against his own! Then the fire left his lips, to travel over his cheek, to nibble his ear and down his neck.
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"Oh, oh, God, Chakotay!" Paris sighed. He had the hardest damned erection he'd ever had. When was the last time he'd been this turned on, this quickly? Starfleet Academy? Women took wooing, and charm, and distance and time. They were eminently worth all of these things, but it meant learning to turn off your glands until the time was ripe and all the amenities had been observed. Another man demanded none of this. Just give your body to me, now! And his own body was right in tune with the unspoken command, it was ready to be given, now! Right now!
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Chakotay's hands tugged at his uniform, and it fell open for him, as if eager to leave Paris' body. This, too, was new; women never undressed him, he had to undress them. But Chakotay's hands had his jumpsuit open to the navel now and was running his hands over Paris' chest and stomach and his lips, still filled with fire, were working their way down as well.
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Paris groaned a slow, long moan of lust. Chakotay was taking him, taking him completely. And he was loving it! Loving it! Not giving him time to reciprocate, Chakotay's chest pressed now against his stomach and groin, and the fasteners were out of his reach. The archaic button at the waist was next, as was the slightly more modern zipper below that (ever since a prankster had marketed a small device that, pointed at a Starfleet uniform, caused all the openings to fly apart, the magnetic clotures repelling instead of attracting, these archaic fasteners which were not similarly susceptible were used to prevent impromptu involuntary exposures by such devices - thus reintroducing the human male to such near-forgotten traumas as the broken zipper and the too-hasty refastening - ouch!).
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"Hmph! A jockstrap." Chakotay said as he exposing the white cloth. "I had always suspected as much."
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"Nope. Briefs." Paris said.
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"Look again." Chakotay invited him.
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Paris looked down. He was wearing a jock! "When the hell did that happen?" he asked. He knew darned well he had donned briefs when he awoke from his nap! Blue ones!
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"It's not important." Chakotay said and gnawed at the distended, bulging cloth.
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"I guess not." Paris said, his mind subsiding with the pleasure of the cloth-dulled teeth gripping at his penis, pulling the foreskin up and tightening it briefly before releasing it.
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(But he didn't even own a jockstrap! What the hell is this? And why hadn't he noticed the difference in the feel?)
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Chakotay pulled down the white jock and tucked it beneath his balls, and then took the turgid tube into his mouth.
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"Uff!" Paris said. God, that felt good!
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Chakotay slavered all over his cock and then bobbed his head on it firmly.
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"Oh! UH! Oh, God!" Paris moaned. He'd never had a woman be this wonderful on his cock. How long had Chakotay been at this? He'd never noticed the big Indian with anyone, male or female, regularly! Holodeck constructs? The programs were permissible, but considered in bad taste, still, a commanding officer all alone like Chakotay may have....
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Chakotay gave his balls a quick tug and shifted into overdrive.
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"OH, GOD!" Paris groaned. However Chakotay had learned or kept in practice, this was fucking terrific! His balls were practically boiling. "Oh, Chakotay, slow down, I'm going to explode!"
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But Chakotay didn't stop in the slightest. He wants it quick, fast and dirty and then ready for his own helping, Paris decided. He let go of his control, and let the orgasm take him, which it promptly did.
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"Uh, uh, UH, UH, UHHH!" Paris groaned and shot his load into Chakotay's milking lips. Chakotay gulped him down as quick as he pumped it out, and kept sucking until every last drop had been drained from the very depths of Paris' balls.
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"Oh, oh, oh, man, Chakotay, you're great!" he said. "How...uh, I mean, how?"
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"You ever heard of Compartment 42?" Chakotay asked.
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"Oh, yeah!" Paris agreed. Ever since the sexual liberation of mankind some centuries before, every space-going group, which was left to its own resources for weeks and months on end, selected an area known as "Compartment 42", which was the impromptu name for the meeting place for homosexual relations. It could be awkward, in a group, so the morals of Compartment 42 permitted disguises, and it was always located in an out-of-the-way place. A person could slip down to it, find a quiet nook, and don his shield-mask, which obscured his features while giving him total freedom of movement, and from there, he was simply one of the faceless group waiting inside. Smaller ships only held "Compartment 42" meetings once a week, but large ships often were designed and labeled so on the specs - Compartment 42, with very comfortable accommodations and opaque shields in the surrounding corridors, that would lower as needed to help assure anonymity. "But I didn't think Voyager had one."
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"We made one, soon after being brought here." Chakotay agreed. "It's down on Deck 12, not far from Engineering. "Four times a week, with times staggered to let all shifts have their chance."
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"Oh." Paris said. "I never had occasion to ask about it. I should have realized. Now, O Captain my Captain, if I may provide you my less expert but very eager attentions?"
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"Be my guest." Chakotay smiled.
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"Okay if I strip you and put you on the bed first?" Paris said. "Since I can't possibly perform as well as you in the finale, I need to make up some points in the preliminaries."
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"I like the way you think." Chakotay said and walked over to the bed.
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"No, let me undress you." Paris insisted. "Just stay standing there until I lower you down. You are now in my hands."
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He used every trick he had ever performed on wide-eyed young female ensigns, and found them working very well, from the slow unfastening of the magnetic clotures, to the delicate strokes of the breasts (he had never considered men's breasts, how alive they were with sensation and how much they fed the need; Chakotay moaned as Paris touched, and stroked, and kissed them, just as much or more than a woman would), to the lowering of the cloth around the body until it fell in a heap around Chakotay's ankles.
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Then he lowered Chakotay to the bed, wouldn't let him sit there on its edge, but pushed him down completely, so that the huge organ he had seen before through another Paris' eyes was now the tallest part of him, before giving his attentions to the boots and the crumpled uniform. At least the design was unisexual, he was able to remove them with reasonably adept motions.
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Then he removed his own clothing quickly and lay on top of Chakotay, and kissed that big, brown body all over until he had tasted every square inch. Chakotay had showered before the invitation to come over, he realized, the skin was so clean and even lightly touched with...that was Risan body-scent, their "Slow Arousal" formula! Kissing this scent brought the kisser pleasure, chemical stimulation. God, he was getting horny all over again, after that incredible orgasm!
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Panting, he kept his control and kissed slowly until Chakotay was groaning, his hands locked onto Paris' head and only just avoided pushing him downwards. Good, he had his new Captain fully stimulated and ready for release, he moved down and lapped at the large, sweet-tasting shaft.
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The scent was even stronger here. Chakotay had dosed his dick with "Slow Arousal!" God, Paris was moaning, and he took his hand down and pumped his organ.
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"No, Tom, come around this way." Chakotay said, understanding his need.
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Paris gratefully complied, and when Chakotay's lips again wrapped around his cock, he dove onto the spit-slicked prong and stuffed it down his throat the way his other self had done.
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Gag! Choke! Cough reflex!
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He released it and coughed, then went back down more carefully this time. He wasn't that other Paris. Talents and abilities didn't translate over. He remembered very well how it felt, but couldn't call upon that feeling to make his own body obey, like understanding the Valerian language without a translator. You could understand it as much as you wanted, but without their multiple mandibles, you were unable to speak it without mechanical help.
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They fell into a tempo, Paris finding the stiff prick much less difficult to handle now that he had slicked it up completely. He was able now to take it quite well within his mouth and even into his throat so long as he didn't dally about keeping it there. That trip into the future had paid off that much, anyway, he remembered Chakotay's instructions to that other Paris and needn't repeat that mistake.
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Need took over the tempo, Paris was lost in a ballet movement of motions, that sent his cock deep into Chakotay while giving Chakotay's cock equal play inside himself. Chakotay's cock reached the boiling point, and Paris realized from the frenetic moans that Chakotay was near his orgasm. Again, he told his cock, now, do it now! And his cock obeyed, and when Chakotay's groans reached fever pitch, he was able to shoot his diminished load along with Chakotay's.
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Hot salty slime sprayed into his mouth, and Paris choked, but sternly told himself that this was something he would NOT reject! He had eaten worse things at Neelix's buffet table! He swallowed it with the same grim determination, that this would not hurt him, it would benefit him, he would take it and learn to love it. He managed to drink Chakotay's sperm with only a slight dribble escaping one corner of his mouth.
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He fell into lassitude when done, suckling Chakotay's spent cock in a tender moment of post-coital intimacy. His mind felt detached, floating.... Oh, no! Not now!
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Voices again. Many of them.
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"No, go away!" he told them. "Not now, please! Go away!"
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"Captain, we have him." Seven of Nine said again.
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"Mr. Paris?"
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"No, you're not calling me back again! I won't go!"
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"Mr. Paris, we can't keep this link very long. Please respond!"
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"No!" Paris said firmly. "Later, I promise, just let me go! I can't go now, I can't! Chakotay needs me!"
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"Very well." came the response. "We will try again in two hours' time."
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"Thank you!" Paris said gratefully. "I'll be ready."
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And the voices receded.
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"Whew, that was close!" Paris said.
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"Close?"
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"I was nearly yanked away again." Paris said, and explained what had just happened.
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"So you have to be ready in two more hours?" Chakotay said.
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"I guess." Paris said. "I'd better expect it then, anyway."
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"We'd better check your temporal locator." Chakotay said. "Seven of Nine will have to tap it for you. Seven of Nine!" he said, tapping his bedside console, and Paris hastily scooted out of the viewer's range.
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"Seven of Nine is in her regeneration chamber and will not be available for six hours." said the computer.
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"That's odd." Paris said. "I asked for her over three hours ago, and got the same response."
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"Computer, locate Seven of Nine."
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"Seven of Nine is in her regeneration chamber and will not be available for six hours."
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"The computer responded outside the parameters of the question." Chakotay observed. "Computer, who is near Seven of Nine's regeneration chamber?"
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"Ensign William Merritt."
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"Ensign Merritt, report!"
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"Merritt here."
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"Go to Seven of Nine's regeneration chamber and check on her status. Something is wrong with her regeneration sequence."
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"Aye, aye." Merritt responded. A brief pause. "Merritt here. Sir, Seven of Nine is not in the regeneration chamber."
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"Computer, locate Seven of Nine."
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"Seven of Nine is in her regeneration chamber and will not be available for six hours."
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"This is not good." Chakotay said. "All hands. I need a full shipwide search for Seven of Nine. Do not depend upon the computer for location or tracking. Priority One."
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"Time to get back to work." Paris said, handing Chakotay his uniform.
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Chakotay smiled. "Thanks for the break."
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"My pleasure entirely." Paris agreed. He went out to help search for Seven of Nine. Ninety minutes later, he was certain that she was not on the ship.
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END OF PART SIX

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